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These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph, die,
Like fire and powder
Which as they kiss
Consume
Even the sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste,
Confounds the appetite
Therefore love moderately.
Long love doth so,
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Wouldnt it be awesome to read a story about royal rich lesbian vampires from centuries previous that ruled before the voltori?
Imagine if Aro was the creation of a super old vampire woman who was a queen, she made a beautiful little army of gifted vampires to keep her and her family safe from invading countrys and criminals, and one man, who she found had a spectacular gift ( aro) became her right hand,
Aro was in love with the god vampire queen and wanted anything to be like her, and like bella, he was turned at the very last second.
Experts can confirm this image is 100% real.
(idk if anyone has done this before)
Voltori! Jalice
The lovely Jalice discord ladies requested Voltori Jalice moodboards, and who am I to deny them?
don’t you think it would have been interesting to see what would have happened if edward never thought bella had died in new moon??
he wouldn’t have gone to show himself and alice never would have showed up at bella’s house, therefore giving bella the time she needed to realise that jacob was good for her and accept that edward wasn’t coming back.
victoria still would have been a threat to bella and would probably still have created her army of newborns—would the pack be able to fight them off? would alice see what victoria was planning and demand the family step in to protect bella?
maybe that was what edward needed to realise that he shouldn’t have left and there was no point in him trying to exist without bella—she would be with jacob, would she change her mind and go back to edward or realise jacob is the safer option for her?
the persisting problem would be the voltori who would have to get involved if the cullens came back to fight with the wolves and would realise that bella knew their secret. would they allow her to live if she chose jacob and carried on to live as a human? could they trust that she wouldn’t expose their secret?
Imagine being Carlisle Cullen’s secret sister
Request: “If you'd want to write it could i request something where reader finds out she's Carlisle's sister i have a headcanon Carlisle's father had another secret family since he was a priest he couldn't be with them, and her and Carlisle realise it after she comes to Forks she becomes sort of an aunt/sibling to the rest of the cullens :D” - anonymous
I hope this is okay, I can do another part or a head cannon if you want the character to interact with other characters more?
Warning: Slight mentions of death and murder, so may be interpreted as graphic. I tried to make it as angsty as possible, without having too much violence.
Fear.
Anger.
Terror.
These were the thoughts that flashed through (Y/N’s) mind, when her father betrayed her. These were thoughts that remained with her, in the last moments of her human life. The last bit of humanity that had been broken by betrayal; when Pastor Cullen’s churchmen crashed into her house, searching for blood.
Their sweaty calloused hands dragged (Y/N) and her mother outside, drenching (Y/N’s) night gown in the pulpy mud.Men, women and even children were gathered outside her wooden shack; their hard stare slicing through her skin. It dawned on her that Carlisle, the compassionate man that was the pastor’s son, wasn’t in the crowd. The only human (Y/N) knew who would bother to save her.
Her salty sobs went unnoticed, due to the loud yelling of her mother.
“William! William! Please-God-Please! Don’t do this!”
Pastor Cullen’s gaze flickered his gaze over to (Y/N) and her mother. His eyes empty of any empathy. “In the name of God, I charge Elizabeth Marlowe and (Y/N) Marlowe with the crime of witchcraft and murder of Carlisle Cullen.”
(Y/N) was going die.
“No! Please William, how could you! How could you! To your own daughter-”
Slap.
Her mother’s cheek turned scarlet, and (Y/N’s) eyes darkened with immense rage. The breath in her lungs leapt out of her, realising that not even her father was going to have mercy on her.
“You’re a monster,” (Y/N’s) mother whispered.
The churchmen dragged her towards the tree with a single rope and (Y/N) towards a cell. She begged at your father’ s feet. All she got was his bible, and the last bitter word’s she would hear as a human.
“Kill her at dawn.”
Someone else got their first.
Aro of the Volturi.
“(Y/N)!”
Jessica’s loud shrieks brought you away from you’re past grief.
“ What is it with the new girls and the Cullens?”
“Sorry....Just remembered something,”
(Y/N) turned away from Jessica and continued her golden stare at her fellow vampires.
The children of Carlisle Cullen.
“It can’t be. He can’t....I...he can’t be alive!”
Edward’s similar golden eyes flickered to your own.
He knew. He knew. Did that mean Carlisle knew?
A sudden nomad instinct filled her ice cold veins. (Y/N) soon found your self running in the woods with you’re backpack. Fear. Anger. Terror.
Feelings, she long thought vacant from her unbeaten heart, destroyed her sanity within in.
It didn’t leave when she fed on a deer. It didn’t leave when she fed on a fox. It didn't even leave when she sank her teeth into a bear. It still crawled beneath her skin, as the twilight moon stared down at her haggard and bloody body. She needed that itch, that heartbreak, to go away. (Y/N) needed human blood.
“Are you sure Alice?”
“Positive Carlisle. I saw (Y/N) right here in the woods,”
The hunger of heartbreak disappeared. A ghost appeared in you’ re eyeline and his warm gaze overwhelmed you.
“Please don’t run,” Carlisle said.
You needed to sit down.
“Are you in danger?”
(Y/N) shook her head. Aro had abandoned (Y/N), his powerless creation, years ago.
“Do you need shelter?”
A sudden ember lit within her.
“How dare you- After everything! You got turned, and now try to help me?”
Confusion was also all she could see.
“Where were you? I was terrified, and alone. I needed you when those men dragged me out of my bed, when they killed my mother! I needed you when our father made me beg-”
His eyes widened. It made the ember turn to a roaring flame.
“You know what? I don’t need you or you’re family! Just go back and leave me alone! And take this with you!”
(Y/N) ran over to her rucksack to chuck her father’s bible, but Carlisle's cold embrace wrapped around her. His hands froze, as he saw the broken leather bible long marked within his memories. His whispers reach her ear, as she struggled against him.
“I didn’t know (Y/N). I am so sorry, but I didn’t know.”
(Y/N) slackened against his hold, as Alice’s hand stroked over her (H/C) hair.
(Y/N) stayed that way, until the bright sun rose shined upon her diamond freckled skin; till the other Cullens surrounded her.
Esme warm smile reminded (Y/N) of her mother, while Emmett’s hug made her feel safe. Carlisle’s smooth hand made it's way into (Y/N’s)
She found her brother. She found new siblings.
(Y/N) found a home.
Twilight Imagine 03
One thousand seven hundred and twenty one bricks. One thousand seven hundred and twenty one instances in which (Y/N) tried distract herself from her own rage. It burned within her, like roaring flame that wouldn’t quench with eternal misery.
She hadn't meant to defy him. She didn’t even mean to discover the truth, but as she held Aro’s hand, and mimicked his powers, she couldn’t stop herself. His memories had called out to her like a siren song, and she couldn’t help but listen to the melody of death.
Long raven coloured hair. A small twig like figure. A smile that once shown bright like a new-born star disappearing, when crushed into marble pieces by her own brother’s hand.
“Didyme…” (Y/N) had whispered, her brow furring under the strain of memories.
When Aro had discovered what he had created, his scarlet eyes had sharpened like blood diamonds. (Y/N) could smell the panic within him, as this old vampire casted his new-born into venom coloured darkness of dungeons below.
Left to starve. Left to suffer for eternity.
So (Y/N) kept counting. Seconds. Days. Bricks.
As she plotted her revenge.
One day it will make for a peaceful conclusion.
