The consensus is that chaotic is mostly hyper and clumsy. So that’s what I shall try and remember
I would like to say for this coven, it literally does not matter. I don’t know where you think you are but if you’re with someone from this coven baby…you’re sleeping in the jungle
I don’t think it will matter how hyper and clumsy you are, in fact this coven may be the best place for you because you can’t cause any damage
I think Kachiri specifically will have the most fun with the need to keep doing something
Zafrina will use her gift to keep you distracted when she needs you to chill out
Senna will give you things to do
You only see people when hunting so I imagine you really can’t be all that clumsy or it self corrects when you had turned
Dec. 12 - Tell us some headcanons about a Twilight character you don't usually post about.
I researched a lot for The Amazonian Coven when I was writing my fic, Visions Interrupted. So, technically, I have posted about them, but few people write anything about them, so I wanted to showcase them here, from their African roots to their life in Pantanal to Kachiri's turning and the subsequent turning of Zafrina and Senna. The outtake isn't long, check it out!
i’m just gonna say it: bdp2 was too centralized on just bella and edward. other characters didn’t get nearly as much screen time, and while i get that it is a bella and edward story, i think the movie is lacking because they didn’t develop any of the other characters
ik like i need to know more about the characters than “here’s where they’re from and here’s their powers” like show me carlisle joking with siobhan!!! show me how edgy the nomads were!!! show me the strained dynamic between the egyptians and the romanians!!! show me the love the amazonian coven holds for renesmee!!! we needed a second movie to cover the book because the book is THICC but condon had the absolute audacity to exclude the only things that made breaking dawn even mildly redeemable as a book like hello???????
have your “i’m just gonna say it” moment and drop your unpopular opinions about twilight anonymously in my inbox
FOR A WHILE NOW, I HAD SPENT A considerable amount of time existing as a nocturnal being - a vampire. While this may appear as a tale plucked from the pages of a fantastical book, it was my actuality, a reality I couldn't escape.
It all started when I was just a seventeen year old, and my forever age. I had run away from my deadbeat father, Gavin Baxter, and my wicked werewolf stepmother, Dina Wyatt. I left behind my half-sister, Ayla Wyatt-Baxter, who was also a werewolf. At that time, I had no idea that they were also known as the Children of the Moon. I ran from Forks to Seattle, where I met my fate.
It was there that I was turned into a vampire named Victoria. I was then recruited into an army of revenge, with the sole purpose of killing one person - Bella Swan. The others perished, but I was spared, thanks to my invisibility. I also had the chance to lay my eyes on four members of the Volturi.
After that fateful day, I found myself in London, all thanks to Carlisle Cullen. It was there that I met the British Coven, also known as the Khotlers Family. Gabriel was the leader, with Joseph as his second-in-command and Simon as his third-in-command. They were all married, with Helena being Gabriel's wife, Rhona being Joseph's wife, and Alana being Simon's wife. Alana also had a son named Ethan, and Simon was his stepfather.
My life had taken a drastic turn, and I was now a part of a world that I never knew existed. But I was ready to embrace it, for better or for worse.
Months had passed since I was welcomed into my new family, and I had learned so much about them. But nothing could have prepared me for the invitation I received to attend the wedding of Edward Cullen and Bella Swan. And yes, I was going to the wedding of a girl I had once planned to kill.
As I mingled with the other guests, I found myself meeting a vampire coven from Denali. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of the craziness that was about to unfold.
My childhood friend, Jacob Black, had become a shapeshifter and was now a wolf. I couldn't shake the feeling that he had disowned me because of my vampire status. And then there was Seth Clearwater, another shapeshifter who had imprinted on my sister and was hopelessly in love with her.
But things took a turn for the worse when Seth received a phone call from Dina and ended up fighting at Forks High School. It was then that I discovered the existence of the Children of the Moon. And that's when my own power was unleashed - I could project a purple aura force field out of myself. Thankfully, no one was hurt.
I was unconscious for two days after the incident, according to Carlisle and Helena. That was when I learnt about two things. One, I was a vampire maxima, meaning that I had more powers compared to a standard vampire; I was a rare kind according to Eleazar. And two, I had the Lunaris mark, a bite mark from a Child of the Moon, acting like a target on my back, given to me by father dearest. I also learned that Ayla had moved into the Clearwater family home and I had returned to my family in London.
It had been almost a month since that fateful day, and I've decided to take on the surname 'Khotler'. It was a new chapter in my life, and I was excited to see where it took me.
As I approached the tree where I had placed my hand earlier, I slowed down and crouched behind it. The cool air still brushed against my body, but now my senses were heightened. My muscles were ready to pounce at any moment. I waited patiently for the deers to show up, my eyes scanning the woods for any sign of movement.
But as the minutes ticked by, I realised that I had been too still for too long. I needed to move, to work on my hunting skills. Yet, the dawn had already begun to lighten the woods, and I felt powerless against the rising sun. It was as if the sun had a hold on me, dragging me into the day against my will.
Thankfully, the shadows in the woods were my allies. They hid me from everyone and everything, giving me the power to blend in with my surroundings. But even with this advantage, I knew that I couldn't stay still forever.
So, with a deep breath, I stood up and stretched my limbs. My joints and legs had been pleasantly awakened by the cool air and the stillness of the woods. I had been in the woods for three hours, but I had nothing to show for it. Or so I thought.
Suddenly, my nose caught a scent. Deers. My senses advanced as I took off in pursuit. It was a peculiar sensation, the balance between speed and clarity. I rocketed over, under, and through the thick jade maze at a rate that should have reduced everything around me to a streaky green blur. But instead, I could see each tiny leaf on all the small branches of every insignificant shrub that I passed.
As I approached the deers, I slowed down and crouched behind a tree. My muscles were ready to attack, but I needed to be patient. I waited for the perfect moment, my eyes fixed on the deers as they grazed in the clearing.
And then, with a sudden burst of energy, I pounced. My muscles were like coiled springs, propelling me forward with incredible force. The deers scattered in all directions, but I was too quick for them. In a matter of seconds, I had caught my prey.
I stood there, triumphant, and I realised that my hunting skills had improved. I had learned to be patient, to wait for the perfect moment, and to trust my instincts. And as the cool air brushed against my body once again, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be - in the heart of the woods, surrounded by nature and all its wonders.
I raced through the forest, my raven black hair and jacket billowed behind me like a dark flag of freedom. The wind was a warm embrace against my skin, defying the laws of nature and logic. The forest floor, rough and unforgiving, should have felt like hot coals beneath my feet, but instead it was as soft as cotton. The branches that whipped against my skin should have left angry welts, but instead they felt like the gentle caress of feathers.
The forest was alive in a way I had never known. Tiny creatures, hidden in the leaves and underbrush, teemed with life and energy. They grew silent as I passed, their fear palpable in the air. It was as if they knew something I didn't, as if they were wiser than I could ever hope to be.
But despite the fear that surrounded me, I felt invincible. My breath came effortlessly, my muscles burning with a strength I had never known. My leaps stretched longer, my bounds more powerful. My feet barely touched the ground, and it felt more like flying than running.
The wind of my speed carried me forward, a force of nature that defied all logic and reason. And as I raced through the forest, I knew that I was alive in a way that few people ever experience.
As I stood there, surrounded by the symphony of nature, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The whisper of birds preening their feathers in the treetops was like a lullaby, their fluttering heartbeats a reminder of the fragility of life. The maple leaves scraping together created a soothing melody, while the faint clicking of ants following each other in a long line up the bark of the nearest tree was like a secret code.
But I knew there was something else I was meant to hear. Something that would set my heart racing and my senses on high alert. So I let my ears range outward, seeking a different sound than the small hum of life that surrounded me.
And then I heard it. The wind had a different sound across the exposed grass, and there was a small creek nearby with a rocky bed. And there, near the noise of the water, was the unmistakable sound of lapping tongues and thudding hearts.
I found them. Three, no, four. And there was a baby one too.
I closed my eyes and listened, breathing in the scent of the nearby water. Another bout of baking thirst intruded on my awareness, but the warm odour wasn't quite so objectionable anymore. At least it would be something hot and wet in my desiccated mouth.
My eyes snapped open, and I knew what I had to do. I couldn't think about it, I just had to follow my instincts. And so I set off towards the sound of the lapping tongues and thudding hearts, ready to quench my thirst and satisfy my hunger.
I surrendered myself to the intoxicating aroma, allowing it to guide me as I glided effortlessly down the slope towards the narrow meadow where the stream flowed. My body moved with a fluid grace, my senses attuned to every subtle shift in the air. As I approached the edge of the trees, I felt my body instinctively shift into a low crouch, my eyes fixed on the majestic buck with two dozen antler points, drinking from the stream.
My focus narrowed, centring around the hot spot in the buck's shaggy neck where the scent pulsed strongest. I could feel the energy building within me, my muscles coiled and ready to spring. But just as I was about to make my move, the wind shifted, blowing stronger from the south. Without hesitation, I changed course, hurtling out of the trees in a new direction, chasing after a new fragrance that beckoned me with irresistible force.
The scent ruled me completely, driving me forward with a single-minded determination. I was aware only of the thirst that consumed me, and the promise of relief that lay ahead. As I raced through the forest, my senses ablaze with the heady aroma, I knew that there was no turning back. I was compelled to follow the scent, wherever it might lead me.
As my eyes flickered open, my senses were already on high alert. I sprang up, my body poised for action, and darted eastward with a silent grace. The ground rose steeply before me, but I was undeterred. I ran with a hunter's crouch, my body low to the earth, leaping nimbly from tree to tree when the terrain allowed.
I could sense my prey, moving quietly through the woods, and I led the way with a fierce determination. The scent grew stronger with each passing moment, a warm and alluring aroma that set my senses ablaze. And then, I heard it - the muted padding of immense feet, so much subtler than the crunch of hooves.
The soft thud of hooves continued stealthily beneath me now; the rich scent was almost overwhelming. And then, I saw them - a family of deer, perfect for my own family's needs. Without hesitation, I launched myself at them, my teeth bared and my claws extended.
It was a swift and effortless attack. The deer didn't fight back, nor did they attempt to hide from me. It was as easy as biting into a piece of chocolate. My teeth were like steel razors, slicing through fur and fat and sinew with ease. One by one, I took them down, my body moving with a fluid grace that was both beautiful and deadly.
The taste was exquisite, the blood a warm and wet elixir that quenched my insatiable thirst. I drank with a fervour, savouring every drop as the deer's struggles grew weaker and their screams silenced into a gurgling choke. The heat of the blood spread through my veins, warming even my fingertips and toes.
As the deer's life ebbed away, my thirst was finally satiated. I tossed their lifeless bodies into a pile, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me.
With a swift motion, I hoisted the pile of carcasses onto my shoulder, feeling the weight of my first solo hunt. As I stood, I realised I was a mess, my face and clothing stained with the blood of my prey. I wiped my face on the back of my arm and attempted to fix my torn jeans, the hooves of the deer having made their mark.
But a smooth and velvety voice interrupted my hunt. "Hello, flower."
I turned around and took a glance at a figure standing five feet away from me. "Hello, Shadow Man."
Joseph's brother, Ingram, stood next to a tree with his hands in his pockets of his black suit jacket, and I realised there was a silver pocket chain on his left side: either a pocket watch or just an accessory. He wore a dark burgundy suit jacket with a dark purple waistcoat and tie. Sitting on his shoulder was his pet raven — who I had named Lenore — and she squawked at me as if she was happy to see me. I gave her a little smile, returning my silent greeting.
I called him 'Shadow Man' due to his unique ability to control, manipulate shadows as well as creating things from them. Lenore was one of his creations.
I threw my food down to the ground, my golden gazes focused on his presence.
"You look like you've had a productive afternoon," Ingram observed, his crimson eyes scanning the mess I'd made.
I raised an eyebrow, unsure if he was mocking me or merely stating a fact. "Just honing my skills," I replied, trying to keep my tone light. "What brings you out here?"
Ingram's eyes gleamed with a knowing look. "I was just strolling through the woods and then I saw you."
I regarded Ingram warily, his presence unexpected but not entirely unwelcome. He had always had an air of mystery about him, a darkness that both intrigued and unsettled me.
"And what do you think of my hunting skills?" I asked, a hint of defiance in my voice.
He stepped closer, the crunch of leaves under his polished shoes the only sound in the stillness of the forest. Lenore shifted slightly, her black eyes fixed on me. Ingram stopped just a few feet away, his gaze intense.
"You've certainly improved," he said, his voice smooth. "But there's always room for —."
"If it's about switching the deers for humans then," I cut him off, not wanting to entertain the idea. "No, Ingram. I told you, I don't feed on humans. That's not who I am."
Ingram's expression softened, a rare glimpse of vulnerability in his otherwise impenetrable demeanor. "I know, Violet. And I respect that. But it's not just about what you hunt—it's about how you control your power."
I looked at him, sensing the gravity of his words. There was more to this conversation than mere hunting techniques. "What do you mean?"
Ingram took a step back, casting a glance at the setting sun that painted the horizon with hues of orange and pink. "I've seen what you can do, Violet. Your abilities are extraordinary, even among vampires. But power without control can be dangerous. You need to master it, fully. Only then can you protect yourself—and those you care about."
I let out a sigh. "If you're really worried about my powers, you don't have to. I literally got it under control."
Ingram's gaze softened further, and he smiled slightly, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm not questioning your capabilities, Violet. I'm simply here to help you reach your full potential."
There was something in his tone that made me pause, a sincerity I hadn't expected. Maybe it was time to listen, to truly understand what he was offering. "Fine, Shadow Man. Teach me, then."
He nodded, pleased with my response. "Good. We start now."
Without another word, Ingram gestured for me to follow him. We moved through the forest in silence, the only sound being the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant call of a bird. As we walked, I found myself thinking about the life I had left behind, the family I had lost, and the new one I was trying to build. It was a confusing mess, but somehow, I felt a sense of clarity begin to emerge.
Ingram led me to a clearing, the moon now high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape. "This place," he began, "is where I come to practice. The isolation, the stillness—it helps me focus."
I looked around, feeling the tranquility of the spot seep into my bones. "So, what's the plan?"
He didn't respond immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes, and as he did, the shadows around us began to stir, shifting and coalescing into dark, almost tangible shapes. "Your power," he said, "is rooted in your emotions. You need to learn to control them, to channel them into something constructive."
I watched, fascinated, as the shadows obeyed his silent command, forming intricate patterns and shapes before dissipating into the night. "How do I do that?"
He opened his eyes and met my gaze. "By understanding yourself. By confronting your fears, your desires, and using them to fuel your abilities. It's not about suppression—it's about harnessing them."
I nodded, trying to absorb his words. It sounded almost impossible, but then again, so had everything about my life since becoming a vampire. "Alright. Show me how."
Ingram took a step back, giving me space. "Close your eyes and breathe. Feel the energy inside you, the power that's waiting to be unleashed."
I did as he instructed, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I could feel a warm pulse in my core, an energy that was both frightening and exhilarating. "I can feel it," I whispered.
"Good," he said softly. "Now, let it flow through you. Don't fight it. Embrace it."
The warmth spread, filling my entire being with a purple glow that emanated from within. I could sense the shadows around me responding, swirling in anticipation. "What now?"
"Now," Ingram's voice was calm, guiding, "let it out. But with purpose. Visualize what you want to create, what you want to achieve."
I focused, imagining the protective barrier I had formed before, the purple aura force field. I felt it grow, expanding and solidifying around me, a tangible manifestation of my will. The shadows around us seemed to pulse in response, as if acknowledging my newfound control.
When I opened my eyes, Ingram was smiling. "You did it."
I looked around, seeing the barrier shimmering faintly in the moonlight. "I did."
Ingram stepped closer, his expression one of approval and pride. "This is just the beginning, Violet. There's so much more you can do. But remember, it's not just about power—it's about balance."
I nodded, understanding the weight of his words. "Thank you, Ingram."
He inclined his head, a gesture of acknowledgment. "You're welcome. Now, let's continue."
And so we did, the night stretching on as Ingram guided me through the intricacies of my power. With each passing moment, I felt more in control, more confident in my abilities. The forest, once a place of solitude and reflection, had become my training ground, my sanctuary.
After saying my farewell to Ingram and Lenore, I picked up the lifeless deers and ran back to my home.
OMG OKAY SO CAN I REQUEST A GIRLXGIRL HEADCANON ABOUT SENNA WITH A FEMALE MATE
My girl Sennaaaaa
You mean this babe right here?
You would have had to meet before or after the confrontation with the Cullens because her coven literally never leaves the Amazon unless there’s a reason too
You both are immediately drawn to eachother but she worries her life won’t be enough for you
And let’s be real you would have to give up a lot and she knows so she is fully prepared for you to run or say no and her be miserable for the rest of her existence
Unlike Edward she would actually let you live your life
Obviously you want to follow her and her eyes fill with tears, she would be full on crying if she could
Ugh this girl is fiercely protective
She honesty feels likes she has a lot to make up for in terms of fighting ability because Zafrina is honestly the best defense when it comes to anything so Senna tries to be as adept as fighting as she can be so she can protect you if need be
Honestly again I don’t see anyone keeping a human mate, at least not for long so you probably can defend yourself but you appreciate her
Senna honestly kinda runs the coven, she is just a natural leader, even Zafrina will look to her before she demonstrates her gift
Anyways we are getting off track, Senna wouldn’t really show pda honestly especially around people, she wouldn’t want anyone to hurt you as leverage or see you as a way to distract them in case a coven war broke out
Literally no reason for her to worry about this, blame the cullens specifically Edward for getting this idea in her head
The coven is pretty much always together so once she is sure there is no one around, and you do a lot of convincing she will hold your hand
Good luck letting go of it, eventually she will let her guard down enough to always hold it
When you guys do get more alone time Sennas affection is very straightforward
Her kisses are short and dizzying
She literally wants you to talk all the time, not only does she love the sound of your voice but they have been hidden away for years she wants to learn about anything you know
Senna actually has the most beautiful voice though after you all came back together after a hunt you found her softly singing to herself
You convince her to sing to you and she does everytime you are laying together, while she also plays with your hair
Loves playing with your hair, she likes to do really intricate braids
Also very competitive, see above. The coven will find ways to entertain themselves races, fighting, whatever. She always lets you win at least once when you all play
Kachiri gives her a lot of crap for this when they’re alone
You cannot tell me she’s not an environmentally friendly girl, you guys like to help the forest as much as you can do poachers are a light snack.
Deforestation…she tries her best to stop their efforts without being seen so breaking their big machines, stealing as many tools as they can
Breaks all of your hearts that you can’t do more
It’s so weird that the people cutting down their home seem to go missing after a while, just strange
Hard to really find much else because again we get nothing on these lovely women so I am sorry if I strayed from assignment I really only have one more 😭
She’s a top. Nope that’s all you get. Use your imagination
