#amongimmortals

[hopebroughta]

( ✉ → sms ) why do you reply so slowwwwwww ( for bella ! )

TEXT THE GIRLS ! // WHISPERS OF @amongimmortals

[ msg — nessie ] because i’m not a teenager[ msg — nessie ] i mean technically

[hopebroughta]

( ✉ → sms ) the party was horrible but at least ikm drunk lol ( for rose ! )

TEXT THE GIRLS ! // WHISPERS OF @amongimmortals

[ msg — smol dhampir ] that’s what you get for partying with humans[ msg — smol dhampir ] come to court and we can really have some fun

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@amongimmortals

“So... what are you trying to, infer to me?” Edward questioned, golden hues squinting at his teenage looking daughter. “Sometimes reading thoughts isn’t as clear as you’d think.”

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“ fuck off ” break my heart pls !

2 WORD STARTERS (AC) / @amongimmortals​

         HEART SHATTERS, sensitive flesh built of porcelain – weaved together by tired vines and wilting blossoms – tangled foliage holding pieces of a long broken heart, snapping the moment cold words are thrown in her direction. roughed pieces fall to her feet, freezing her still – limbs LOCKED in placed – unable to flee the glare that burned into what feeble pieces remain, dangling by a thread, threatening to fall with just one more word. gaze falls, heart emptied, lashes fluttering in an attempt to keep tears at bay -- how she hated to cry. especially now, when tears were nothing but the remnants of her MONSTROSITY... 

                        blood glittered as it glide down the soft cream of her cheeks. 

lips quivered, breath hitching -- words FAILING to reach her tongue -- what could she say? that she was sorry? that she understood how UNWANTED she was. alice. the menace. the crazy. loved by one. and even then -- she wondered why. it was only NORMAL to hate her so -- expected by even those she thought had loved her. first her father, her friends --- now her niece, and who’s to say that JASPER isn’t next...

she crumbles as quickly as her heart -- lifting her head to reveal crimson stained cheeks -- HEARTBREAK clearly shaped upon every delicate feature -- an image to bring the heaviest of GUILT upon the coldest of hearts.    ‘  i -- i’m sorry...  ’   voice a sharp squeak, managed to slip pass trembling lips mere seconds before presence vanished, and nothing but alice’s BROKEN HEART remained... blood stains where her feet rest -- the memory of her tears...

[soothsayir-archived-blog]

“ i tried ”

2 WORD STARTERS (AC) / @amongimmortals​

        ‘  YOU DID.  ’    words a gentle breath, falling from soft ruby lips to gently rest upon the girl’s head, brushed upon her forehead between a kiss, assuring as it was tender.    ‘  – and that’s all that matters, sweetie. you tried. there’s no harm in that.  ’    fingers gently caress the curve of supple cheeks, catching tears beneath paled fingertips, lips curled in a soft simper.    ‘  hey now, don’t cry. FAILURE isn’t a bad thing. how can you expect yourself to succeed if you don’t fall a couple times, hm?  ’    fingers glide along the soft of renesmee’s cheek ‘til palm rests amongst bronzed curls, tugging her close -- tucking tear stained cheeks and frizzy curls beneath her chin.    ‘  hush now. it’s alright -- i’m here.  ’

[soothsayir-archived-blog]

❝ the stranger the better. ❞

HOZIER (AC) / @amongimmortals​

         LIPS SPLIT INTO A GRIN, music spilling from her lips in a glorious stream of a bright melody. joyful, declaring her LOVE for the world with a simple laugh.    ‘  good thing you were born into the right family then.  ’    she jokes, paled fingers continuing to brush through chestnut colored locks, gathering silken strands in the small width of her palm. who better to turn to than alice for fashion and BEAUTY.    ‘  but –  strange isn’t a good look for your hair. let’s keep it simple. CLASSIC.  ’    attention turns to the image within her mirror – the beautiful child of WONDERMENT.    ‘ if you want strange, my dear, let your mother do your makeup.  ’

[abominaticn]

                    it had taken a bit of convincing on his part, mostly with the overprotective lycanthrope than the parents, but the hybrid had eventually done it. he had been granted permission to take his best friend on a worldwide trip to try and discover more hybrids.   since the misunderstanding with the volturi the idea had been in the male’s head, and now that she was older it was time for them to venture out. surely they couldn’t be the only ones.  ( besides his sisters of course. )     ‘ are you ready? ‘   he asked, a playful smile upon his features as he slung a backpack over his shoulder. he assumed they would travel on foot for most of the time, but if they decided to travel with humans it would be a good idea to have “normal” items one would bring on a trip, and since they had no exact starting point being around humans was going to be a safe assumption.

&&. @amongimmortals.

[soothsayir-archived-blog]

                  ‘  AAAAND --- THERE. ALL DONE !!  ’    voice a sweet chime, ringing off each empty wall, hands clapping together in an act of success, sewing needles falling at their feet, head lifting with a grin (wider than ever before) splitting her lips.    ‘  now look how beautiful you are.  ’     a new found TWINKLE in her eye -- pride perhaps, quick to fade when remembering the reason behind her work. eyes roll, SUDDENLY annoyed --    ‘  how your mother could let you wear something so ghastly is beyond me.  ’    but drab was made anew -- surely, a quick stitch here, an added ribbon there, made the dress brand new. 

the pixie pulls away, amber eyes studying every detail -- the lift of the hem, the added fit -- and PRIDE swells once more.    ‘  well, do you like it or not?  ’    // @amongimmortals  ♡’d