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BIOGRAPHY. STATS. HEADCANONS.

* & – douglas booth, cismale, he/him. it seems like edward cullen has been seen around town, humming clair de lune by debussy under their breath. apparently they are a 21 / 120 + year old vampire . townsfolk whisper about them being polite and protective, but also broody and manipulative. they are a college student, and are a member of the olympic coven. ( penned by emme. ) *telepathy

#hqcure.intro #; && intro #i'll add to stats and headcanons later #maybe a connections page????#idk im lazy

starter for @rosaed ↳ edward & bella

These courses were starting to grate on Edward’s nerves. He had attended these classes so many times he had stopped counting. What number degree was he on again? Oh, it didn’t matter. He used college as a way to force himself to get a grip. It was a way to involve himself with the public, be amoung mortals and not absolutely lose himself. His self control had grown over the years, and he could sit comfortably presentations and boring lectures with others. He could play nice, have actual conversations with people.

When the class was dismissed, he gathered up his things and made his exit. One of his classmates tried to hold him back, to bond with him, but Edward pretended not to notice them. He slid his sunglasses off the top of his head and back in front of his eyes. As Edward walked through the hallway, his focus drifted from one student to the next. Getting lost on so many train of thoughts, he had lost focus on the present. He turned a corner, knocking into someone.

There was no stumbling for Edward, but a paralysis at the contact. In one sudden moment, there was a heartbeat so loud that it drowned out the whispery thoughts in the background. He could hear the sweet rush of blood. There was a scent so strong, that it was suffocating. Edward’s eyes bored down on the woman as he tried to infiltrate her mind. He needed to know what she was thinking, who she was, what she thought about him. He found nothing, though. A blockade, a wall, no way in. He felt so out of control so suddenly, his actions were not his own.

“Do you even think?” Edward seethed. His throat felt so parched. He felt on fire. What the hell was going on? He took one step towards her, his mind screeching at him to just grab her, grab her, grab her. F E A S T. His own thoughts had never been so loud and frightening. There was so much progress he had made over the decade, but he fell weak in front of this woman. He needed to leave, but his feet would not listen. “Who are you?” He growled out, trying to use his anger to overpower the murderous and twisted thoughts. “Who. Are. You?”

#; && interaction #; && edward + bella #hope this was okay!!

tvcentric

THE GOOD PLACE | Existential Crisis, 2.04

#; && musings

callscotty

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : animal clinic 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : open to all !

while still a technician, after completing his undergrad scott was no longer treated with kid gloves by his superiors. he was entrusted with far more than cleaning kennels and filing paperwork —— he was permitted to handle syringes now! administer any vaccines that the furry citizens of forks needed for their day to day adventures in the mysterious township, plus as an overqualified tech recommend any medication for his bosses to prescribe.

“what have we got here?” the werewolf inquired with a warm smile as he sauntered out from behind the front desk, all adorned in his scrubs and shiny name tag. “another buddy scared by the storm?” recently, there had been an influx of household pets requiring a script for sedatives, which made for a rather repetitive work day, but scott didn’t seem to mind.

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“I found him in the side of the road, actually.” Edward replied, holding the dog in his arms. It shook in his arms. “I thought about just dropping it off at the animal shelter, but thought it wouldn’t hurt bringing it here first.” He held it out towards the Vet, expecting the man to take it off his hands. “It seemed pretty shaken up.” He’d never been a big fan of pets, usually saw animals as a food source, but the dog was pretty cute. “Could it belong to someone? Can’t you like, put trackers in animals now or something in case you lose them? You should look into that as well.”

#; && interaction #; && edward + scott

xsvcrilege

Alice walked around casually with a drink in her hand when she suddenly stopped in her tracks . A visions . Causing her to drop the drink. The headache left as soon as it came . Seeing dark figures again . six of them but she couldn’t put a face to it .not yet . the future is always changing after all . “ I need to go home .” She mumbled more to herself as her vision showed her all that she needed to know so far .

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Edward carried a bag in hand, a few books inside. He had spent his day at the bookstore and was just leaving when a voice in the permanent whispers caught his attention. It was easy to pin point the thoughts of the other Cullen’s, even at long distances. He could weave his way into their train of thought if he concentrated hard enough. Running a hand over his forehead, he zeroed in on Alice’s thoughts and subsequently, her vision. It was incredibly quiet at first, but the harder he sought it out, the louder it became. Dark figures. No faces. What did it mean? Edward hurried down, rushing into the building she was at. The moment he reached her, he put a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Alice, are you okay?” He asked, in a whisper. “Come on. Let’s go home. I have the Volvo parked down the street.”

#; && interaction #; && edward + alice #i really wanted to mention the volvo lol

magicllyxx-deactivated20240318

location: carver cafe open to: everyone

work, work, work. that had been all she had been doing lately. focusing on work but never herself. maybe that was why she requested for a few days off. it wouldn’t hurt anyway. after what happened too recently, getting a few days off was just what she needed. “i love living here, don’t get me wrong. but i really should have just taken a trip out of town. maybe to los angeles or san diego.” she noted before taking a sip of her drink. “or even a trip to new york to see the musical six.”

telepathistic

Edward sat lounged in a chair, sunglasses on even though it was cloudy out and he was inside. He was rather bored, so bored, that he was casually people-watching. Reading minds were interesting, but rather a lot of it felt the same. It was mostly annoying whenever he went out in public, all the background noise in his day to day life.

When a real voice hit his ears, he turned his attention to the speaker. “New York.” He murmured, old memories of his time there. All the sins he committed. The misery. “That place is over rated.” He grumbled out, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “Forks is much better. Besides, the weather is rather perfect here.” Even with the murderous storm as of late, he thought. He leaned back to glance out the window, the clouds moving across the sky. "I kind of hope it rains today.”

#; && interaction #; && edward + aranya

desecraticn:

she was concerned for a minute. he seemed to be staring, or better yet, lost in thought – which is what she had been before he entered the store. while her fingers scribbled a list for the store, she thought about her own list which only maybe lead down a rabbit hole of other thoughts. i shouldn’t use film. she turned to look at him better. i bet doctor cullen has good insurance. he has to, right? his teeth look so white. “people are worried one will hit close to town,” viv motioned out toward the window. but whose gonna stay…. her fingers rubbed at her temples now, ignoring where she had discarded her pen. away? “i don’t care. i don’t mind the rain.” besides, it wasn’t her mess. she didn’t own a house but she’d help if her bonus mom needed help. no. who would stay inside now? “it’s the shaking i can do without.” i wonder who died? was it like…

It wasn't hard to tune in and out of the clerk's thoughts, but it was strange, or rather interesting, how her mind worked. He had to smirk when she thought about their insurance. Monsters needing insurance, how silly. He lived forever, he didn't even really need a will. He had no descendants and had never tried to find the rest of the Mason family. He didn't like to think so much about that. The man continued to listen to her mind, having his own thoughts as well, and started to get lost in them again. He ran a hand through his hair and forced his attention back to the present. "I favor the rain as well. When the weather is too perfect, I'd much rather stay inside then get burnt. The rain is just a comfort for the soul."

"This storm was quite bad, though. A few people died, right?" He asked. "I can understand not releasing the names, must be real hard on those families." It was sad, sure, but Edward could really only pretend to show sympathy to those grieving. It had been normal for Forks to experience storms, and he hadn't thought that hard on this last one. "Wonder if they'll give us any other updates about it or never talk about it again."

#; && interaction #; && edward + vivica

viiolentdelights

“so," she began as she looked up from the list she had been creating at the counter, "if you're looking for tarps, nails or anything involving waterproofing, we're pretty low right now. everyone wants to prepare in case we get another storm so we're pretty wiped out at the moment." in fact the hardware store seemed to be a revolving door of foot traffic since they opened that morning. there weren't really a lot of places in town that could help in this situation. "hank forgot to do the monthly order again.”

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Edward, half listening to the girl, only nodded his head. His stare bore down on her as he tried to read her. It was strange, how he could and couldn't. There would be small strings of thought, this obnoxious record-skipping-like noise, and then silence. It was strange when there was only silence, he rarely ever got that. It made him curious, suddenly interested in this hardware store clerk. He pulled himself from her thoughts to actually pay attention to what she had been saying. "Sorry, what were you saying?" He asked, relaxing his stance and putting on a small smile. "Oh, yes, a storm. The sky was looking grey today. Although, it does always looks like that. Are you prepared for it?"

#; && interaction #; && edward + vivica #sorry this is bad lol