Stregonebenefici; an independent, lightly selective, mutuals exclusive, canonically accurate yet headcanon based Carlisle Cullen from The Twilight Saga, doctoring since 2015.
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Stregonebenefici; an independent, lightly selective, mutuals exclusive, canonically accurate yet headcanon based Carlisle Cullen from The Twilight Saga, doctoring since 2015.
Rules . Bio . Verses . Headcanons .
Blogroll: @broknfeed
Minors DNI.
seeing him for the first time was what demoralized the tracker⊠ JASPER, looking like some forgotten GOD or incarnation of WAR, MANGLED and FEROCIOUS
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âIâm fine, honestly. Itâs just a scratch.â Unprompted
&. He glances up at her, âitâs quite deep. If I donât sew it up, it can become infected.â He explains as his hands gently inspect the scratch. It was bleeding, enough to make any vampire loose control and be consumed by blood lust. However, Carlisle picks up a white cloth and begins to apply pressure on the injury. His nostrils inhaling the scent of the blood, but his control exceptionally strong.
' Hm you think I'm a threat to your little coven? I am merely here because like you, I wanna live my life despite my...sickness.' She said leaning herself against the counter, keeping her eyes on the other. ' Unlike you, I don't have a family to call my own.' She said biting her bottom lip abit, her eyes moving to the side. 'So what do you want from me? If you want me to leave I refuse to do so.'
&. He could understand the way sheâs a little defensive. Carlisle exhales softly, keeping a calm expression on his face. âI can assure you, Iâm not here to run you out of Forks. I came on friendly terms. Simply to introduce myself and welcome you.â He explains. Carlisle wasnât one to kick anyone out of anywhere. It wasnât in his interest and nature. If Forks was a sanctuary for her, then it was to become her home. âAs long as there arenât disturbances that can place the people in danger, then consider this a peaceful display.â
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đ Do they sleep peacefully / fight nightmares every night?
đ Whatâs a secret theyâll take to their grave?
đȘ What do they secretly hate about their own appearance?
đȘ What random skill are they weirdly proud of?
đ¶ Baby picture of them - whatâs the most embarrassing thing about it?
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đ - Carlisle doesnât sleep. He hasnât slept for over 360 years and even now, he wishes he could. The one thing he misses about sleep is getting to close his eyes and rest. He actually cherished sleep since when he was younger and all his father would do is basically be a vampire hunter fanatic, it was a way to escape reality for a bit. He dreamed good dreams and when he would wake, he wished he was back in the realm of dreams.
đ- A secret theyâll take to the grave is probably the inner guilt he carries for turning The Cullens. Yes, they were all technically life saving mechanisms. But, gifting a curse of eternity and seeing how some of his adoptive children struggled left him thinking if he made a good decision. For example when Edward had his rebellion era and when Rosalie was unhappy with being immortal.
đȘ- His youthful look. Heâs forever 23 and heâs a well known successful doctor. The beginning was very rocky, considering when he applied in hospitals many turned him down in suspicion of his credentials. It was when he had to lie and up-age himself. Even then, when told, âhey! You look young for __ ageâ heâd just say he has good genes. Also, the fact that him and his family have to remove themselves after x amount of years to avoid suspicion from townsfolk was always something he wasnât a fan of but had to be done.
đȘđŒ- Remembering routes. GPS who? Itâs all integrated in Carlisleâs mind. Heâs aware of so many place some people arenât even in knowledge of and he knows exactly how to get there without and digital help.
đ¶đ»- (I ainât got no baby pictures of Carlisle) BUT, if he did have one, Iâd assume itâs one of him with his father in front of the church. Embarrassing because it seems so innocent yet behind the pastor thereâs a hunter and a son whoâs up next to continue his work only to become what his father hunted.
headcanon questions
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đ Whatâs something small they did as a child that hinted at who theyâd become?
â€ïž Who is the one person theyâd drop everything for, no questions asked?
đ Whatâs the one wound (physical / emotional) theyâll never fully recover from?
đĄïž Whatâs their âIâve killed for lessâ trigger?
âïž Whatâs their happiest childhood memory?
đ§ïž What kind of weather matches their soul?
đœïž What meal do they cook when they need to feel like themselves again?
đ¶ What song instantly makes them emotional & why?
đ Do they sleep peacefully / fight nightmares every night?
đ Whatâs a secret theyâll take to their grave?
đȘ What do they secretly hate about their own appearance?
đȘ What random skill are they weirdly proud of?
đ¶ Baby picture of them - whatâs the most embarrassing thing about it?
đ Describe their home when no oneâs watchingâmessy, spotless, chaotic cozy?
đ What always makes them cry, even if they hate admitting it?
đ Whatâs the dumbest thing theyâve ever laughed at for way too long?
đ§ž Do they still have a childhood comfort object? Where is it now?
âïž What nickname do they secretly love being called?
âïž How do they act when theyâre furious but have to stay polite?
𩞠Whatâs the worst injury theyâve ever had & the story behind it?
đïž What would instantly calm them down in a panic attack?
đ„ Whatâs something theyâd burn the world down to protect?
đč What scent reminds them of the person they loved/love most?
đȘ„ Whatâs their most oddly specific daily routine?
đ Whatâs the one apology theyâre still waiting for thatâll never come?
đ Are they the type to forgive / hold a grudge until the end of the universe?
đ Whatâs their biggest âwhat ifâ that keeps them up at night?
đŠ What was their âIâm not a kid anymoreâ moment?
đ Do they wear a mask in public? Whatâs the real them like underneath?
đ§ł If they had to leave home forever with only one bag, what do they pack?
đ Whatâs the darkest thought theyâve ever had about themselves?
â Whatâs their comfort drink?
đ€ Whatâs a âvillainâ trait they actually possess?
đ€ Who is the one person they never want to disappoint?
đ What gift would utterly destroy them (in a good / bad way)?
đ©č How do they react when someone they love is hurt?
đ Are they a sunrise / sunset person - what do they think about while looking at their favorite?
đ§Ł What texture/clothing item makes them feel safe?
đŠ What piece of advice do they give everyone but never follow themselves?
đȘ Whatâs the most violent thing theyâve ever done for love / survival?
đŠ What seemingly insignificant memory do they cherish the most?
đč What is their love language & how badly do they need it right now?
đȘš Whatâs the hardest choice theyâve ever made?
đ§ What food/drink do they hate that everyone else loves?
đ°ïž If they could relive one day of their life, which would it be?
đ In their own story, are they the hero / villain / someone else entirely?
đĄïž What temperature do they keep their home at & why?
đ§ž What would their younger self think of them now?
đ Whatâs the letter / text theyâll never send?
â°ïž What do they want written on their gravestone / what do they want people to remember them for?
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&. âI believe we have yet to meet.â He softly smiles at the woman as he walks up to her. Carlisle had been traveling when heâd came across some hunters the other night in the woods. He kept his distance and watched. But, he never interfered. Yet, he remembered her face. âIâm Carlisle. Carlisle Cullenâ
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â no. I knew who I wanted to be. I wanted to help people. It. Brings me happiness, even if I am damned regardless. â
Esme and Carlisle just standing there like âWhat the fuck did he just call herâ
'....It's a pleasure to meet you.' She said her cat meowing and leaping out of her arms to run outside for abit. ' I see so you know I am a vampire do you? I wasn't aware other vampires remained here, come in.' She said holding opening the door for the man, her eyes never leaving him as she didn't trust him YET. ' How did you know what I was? ' She asked shutting the door and walking inside to the kitchen.
&. He takes notice of the companion she has, as it runs out the door and into the fresh air. His eyes find hers again and the smile heâs placed hasnât left. He nods, walking into her home sheâs offered for him and standing only a few feet away.
Truthfully, Jacob had come across her and had mentioned to Carlisle that someone new was in the midst of Forks. Someone who wasnât a Cullen and someone immortal. However, Carlisle wasnât going to tell her that. â Itâs a small town, Iâm rather involved in the community. â he answers as his eyes follow her entering the kitchen. â I like to keep track of vampires to enter Forks. Considering my family and I are the only coven, weâre aware when new ones arrive or visit. â
It got to a point where lying became a bother. Here he was, a creature all but bred to be a pristine liar and yet it tired him like nothing else. But what else was there to do in a situation such as this besides continue to lean on that lie and force the other party into being to one to call him out on it? His bluff was a weak one, but a bluff nonetheless and he was grasping onto it until it was wrenched from his hand.
â I suppose I've been walking for longer than I thought. â In his clothes? Looking no worse for wear? Not a bit of sweat or grime on himself? Oh, it was laughable how bad this lie was. But Clark merely smiled politely. They both knew it was bullshit, but what was to be done about it? There wasn't exactly a reason quite yet for either to cave and corner one another. More trouble than it was worth at the moment.
â This sounds incredibly reckless and clichĂ©, but I'm new in town and I was looking to... explore the area. That um, oh what was it before? An old dress shop, I believe? Anyway, perhaps you've noticed the building has been bought up. â He gestured to himself and then held out a hand in formal greeting.
â Thompson. It's going to be a cafĂ©. I figure I really ought to set up shop here before something more... corporate moves in. Heaven forbid you get a Starbucks here. A plague upon in rainy town. â
&. Starbucks. A worldwide known company and yet, it hadnât hit the small town of Forks, Washington. So, when he mentions the shop, Carlisle couldnât help but to let a light chuckle escape his cold lips. Many of the town people had created petitions to have one created in the small town, yet others opposed to continue to keep out big corporates, not wanting to loose its charm. Carlisle couldnât agree more. Big corporates meant housing and more housing meant more civilians and well â the rest was self explained. He enjoyed small towns, excluded areas. It was easier for his family and him to live as vampires.
âIâm sure Forks will welcome Thompson with open arms. I assure you we would prefer it over a Starbucks.â He says as his eyes go towards his extended arm, offering it for a shake. The immortal accepts his gesture and extends his own arm, his hand shaking his.
âWalking awfully far away from the town. Residents donât come this way. However, I can offer a ride back to Forks if that interests you.â He suggests. Whatever his intentions were, he kept his guard up. The random event wasnât going to expand to something else, he was going to continue to be kind but also try to remove him from his property without being harsh.
Jessie was told once that in order to make peace with other vampires when moving somewhere, it was to introduce yourself to local covens. Forks wasn't the intended spot of settlement, just somewhere she was pushed in order to find housing for other stowaways. This wasn't typically her realm of expertise, mostly sticking to the kitchen and not being a damn real estate agent. But here she is, looking stupid in almost broad daylight. It's overcast, groggy, and Jessie misses the sun already.
"I'm not from around here." She says, pointing out the obvious. "And it's basic manners t'make my appearance b'fore stickin' myself in business that ain't mine." Jessie takes a step closer. "I don't need help, but I won't be in your hair long." If she could help it, anyway. Small towns freak her out in the simplest of terms, and she'd rather do her job and leave. "Nice house."
&. His eyes follow her movements. Picking up on her accent. He keeps a small smile placed on his features and nods lightly at the compliment of his home. âYour accent. Where are you from?â He asks, trying to make conversation. It reminded him of Jasper when him and Alice first came to them, being from the south, Jasper carried the American southern accent heavily. It was quite extraordinary to hear it again.
âIâm assuming youâre just passing through. If there is anything you need, donât hesitate to look for me.â He extends his hand, âCarlisle Cullen.â
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Oh and he is so charming. Every bit the looker she'd over heard from the nursing staff gossip at the grill. Usually she prefers the darker side of the blonde spectrum but she can get on board with Mr beach bleach blonde.
Dr. Carlisle Cullen. She's never met him personally but she's heard of him, and she's heard certain rumors about him too. When you live as long as Katherine you make it a point to do your research, especially on things considered myths...
She waits for his patient to leave, and then she speeds into his office, shutting the door behind her.
"Booked till two months out, you're very popular Dr. Cullen." Katherine mused.
&. Mystic Falls was a new home heâd been adjusting along with his family. After spending more than fifty years in Forks, it was time to relocate. Fortunately, he had gained a great relationship with one of the doctors in the Mystic Falls Hospital and Carlisle was now one of the top doctors working in the atmosphere.
As Carlisle finishes up some paperwork on his laptop after his last patient left, the door opens and closes behind. Having his swivel chair turn him, his eyes fall upon the young woman. A chuckle escapes his lips at her words,
â years and years of practice. Now, is there something I can help you with? â