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hi i still exist. i’m gonna be doing stuff tomorrow !!! but for now, here’s aj’s pinterest.
Underneath my outside face There’s a face that none can see. A little less smiley, A little less sure, But a whole lot more like me.
Shel Silverstein, “Underface” (via wordsnquotes)
❛ Your VOICE and music are the same to me. ❜
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a smirk, glass brought from his lips as he closed the books in his hands. ‘ you must have very good taste in music. ’
sadisticwiitch:
perhaps master aro wanted to keep his son SAFE … he was still young while the rest of the coven had been ROAMING the earth for several centuries. the more likely possibility, however, was that aro did not want to lose his precious EXPERIMENT. his gift was valuable, useful, but he was almost never allowed on missions. jane didn’t dare question it, but she could see right through aro’s MOTIVES. her blind adoration for her master, once strong and FORMIDABLE, was beginning to waiver. ❛ when i get back … i’ll convince master aro to let us go on a hunt. just you and me. i sometimes TIRE of my food being brought to me on a silver platter. ❜ she was trying to appease him, as she often did. then, her cold fingers trailed up his arms, and placed them on his WARM cheeks.
❝ just give me time with him, ❞ a small smile slipped across his face, hand lifting to brush a stray hair from her face, before moving his arms around her waist, ❝ he will either allow us the freedom to hunt on our own, or i may just have to start killing off human staff until he changes his mind. either way, the answer will be yes. ❞ he was quick to get his way, alistair always had been.
❝ make them pay, and...make it hurt a little extra. for me, of course. one day, i’ll be able to make them hurt, but until then, you unfortunately have to do it for the both of us. ❞
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@sacrafragrantia // PATIENCE WAS THE KEY, THIS HE KNEW. alistair had waited, cool, collective for years, hiding any and all of his TRUE intentions. but he was all exposed now. the angelic face he had worn was now exposed as nothing short of a lie. it didn’t come as a surprise. he had always been too much like aro, they should have known the LUST FOR POWER was something that would have been passed down. pale hands shoved through stone doors, the doors closing up behind him almost immediately as green eyes fell on the man before him. ❝ i hope the room is to your liking. feel free to request and redecorate as you wish. this- ❞ hands gestured around, before settling behind his back , ❝ this is where you will remain. ❞
chessys:
the most important thing is to believe in yourself and also aliens
❛ I GLIMPSED her face for the first time. She was younger than me, but older, too, I guessed. Her eyes were the velvet color of DARK RED ROSES. ❜ // IND. & PRIVATE JANE VOLTURI !
‘ alister ; you don’t need to act like your father !! i already have one pain in my side. i do no need TWO ‘
@worstnightmcre
❝ how unfortunate, mother. i cannot be something i am not, and i will always own up to what i am. so you are just going to have to d e a l with it. ❞
HOW VENUS SHAPED YOUR HEART
astrolopology:
♈ ARIES // A fiery inferno. An organ set ablaze. Unimaginably hot and wildly untamable, fervently consuming all it is fed; the good and the bad. It radiates a heat that can thaw cold cheeks and frost from shivering lips – or engulf you, swallow you whole and leave you as nothing more than smoldering ash. This heart needs generous kindling and constant stoking. Never to be smothered or snuffed out. It beats in booming thunder, and bleeds in plumes of smoke.
♉ TAURUS // A whittled heart of knotty pine, with intricate floral patterns etched deep into its wooden surface. A lacquered finish makes it sleek and glossy. A natural beauty. Carved and hollowed out, so that it can collect all the beautiful trinkets it finds, and lock them away. This heart needs an antiqued key, and reliable eyes that can cherish each and every lovely treasure they’ve buried so deeply in their chest. It beats in gentle echoes, and bleeds in sweet, sticky resin.
♊ GEMINI // A gilded, golden cage, with ornate engravings on every spindly, metallic bar. Glinting and gleaming in playful light; it dazzles and draws many admirers near. However, if they step too close, or extend their fingertips to touch – the hundreds of tiny, frightened finches inside release shrill and frantic chirps from silver beaks. A flurry of ruffled, rosy plumage. This heart needs a patient hand to release the latch. To let the feathers fly, and simply listen as the birds sing. It beats in the flutter of wings, and bleeds in pastel sunrise.
♋ CANCER // Tessellated sea glass and elegant vintage lace; smooth and embellished with pearls that glow soft and argent like the moon. It contains the entire ocean, with all it’s depth and warmth and comfort. Churning, swirling, salty waves flood the arteries and fill it will the soulful beauty of the seas. A home for many – a drowning place for some. Love flows uncontrollably, unconditionally. This heart needs lungs that can breathe underwater. Hands both strong enough to carry it, and so gentle it won’t shatter. It beats in the ebbing of the tides, and bleeds in soothing moonbeams.
♌ LEO // Lustrous sunlight encased in crushed red velvet. Luxurious and sparkling. Bold and rich. It transfixes others adoration and desire with the scintillating light that leak from its seams. It brightens and blinds all those who gaze upon it. Illuminating only the pleasant things, and melting the affection it is fed. This heart needs amorous eyes that have never beheld such a wonder, and will never forgets it’s beauty. It beats in boisterous trumpets, and bleeds in liquid gold.
♍ VIRGO // Precision cut and polished clockwork. Burnished brass and copper coils. Silver springs and cogs and gears that mesh and mash in a complex, synchronized rhythm unlike any other. When well-oiled, love ticks and tocks effortlessly; consistent and hypnotic. It winds and unwinds as it chooses. This heart needs feet that can get lost in a waltz, but still keep time. It beats like a syncopated metronome, and bleeds in bubbling amber.
♎ LIBRA // A twinkling, paper lantern; thin as the wings of a butterfly, and just as weightless. It emits a faint glow from the romantic light flickering inside, yet drifts listlessly through the chest cavity – as though no love can pin it down. It can be folded and creased to look like all that intimacy should be – but isn’t. This heart needs real romance. To be held with grace and loving balance. It beats in charming laughter, and bleeds in floral perfume.
♏ SCORPIO // A twisted labyrinth of thorny vines and ruby flowers. Dark and intimidating, but oh-so alive and growing. Roots constrict and thorns prick to fend off deceitful lovers. But if they’re willing to bleed – each rose that blooms will do so just for them. An endlessly beautiful garden; secluded and full of the richest reds and luscious greens. This heart needs love that is true and unafraid of hurt; that will not let the petals shrivel or wither. It beats in whispered “I love you”’s, and bleed in twilight skies.
♐ SAGITTARIUS // A gluey patchwork of auburn leaves and borrowed things. Stitched together from pieces of foreign hearts to form a hot air balloon-like contraption. Tethered only by heart strings, and fueled by an single spark. Always eager to take flight, to feel new heights, and caress the clouds. This heart needs a skyscape that never ends. A spirit with no map. It beats in whistling fire crackers, and bleeds in afternoon sunshine.
♑ CAPRICORN // An impenetrable exterior of compressed coal; smoky black and unattainable. However, if one stays and chisels for years, they’ll discover this hardened stone is a literal diamond in the rough. A glittering, jewel encrusted cavern. Its walls and arteries lined with vast riches; emeralds and rubies and sapphires. Resplendent and full of love. This heart needs one worthy of holding such a valuable chasm. It beats in refined symphonies, and bleeds in the boldest red wine.
♒ AQUARIUS // A sparkling prism lodged ambiguously in the rib cage where a human heart should be. It’s crystalline surface clarifies the cloudy, and gives the dull new splendor. It isolates and captures the smallest, most imperceptible glints of light, only to reflect and dissect the spectrum of color in it no one else would ever notice. This heart needs eyes that can peer through a kaleidoscope and see new rainbows every time. It beats in neon flickers, and bleeds in cosmic stardust.
♓ PISCES // Wispy gossamer and creamy silk, loosely woven together like a dream catcher. A tattered tapestry of delicate, warm fabric; embroidered with strands of silver thread and tiny beads of amethyst. This heart absorbs all forms love, and unfortunately, all sorrows. It is stained with the fingerprints of every hand it’s held. Soft and sensitive; it should be handled with the most tender care. It beats in soothing lullabies, and bleeds in shimmering, lavender bubbles.
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TAGGED BY: no one TAGGING: @sadisticwiitch, @sacrafragrantia, @animuspcrditus, @coroncre, @immortaledivina ( i can’t remember if u did it so have fUN ) and @salvaxe
ABOUT : ALISTAIR JAMES BIANCARDI
WARMTH: 30% ( cold, selfish ) INTELLECT: 90% ( cerebral , analytical ) EMOTIONAL STABILITY: 26% ( irritable, moody ) AGGRESSIVENESS: 78% ( controlling , tough ) LIVELINESS: 34% ( somber, restrained ) DUTIFULNESS: 62% ( conforming, traditional ) SOCIAL ASSERTIVENESS: 82% ( uninhibited , bold ) SENSITIVITY: 26% ( coarse, tough ) PARANOIA: 78% ( wary, suspicious ) ABSTRACTNESS: 26% ( practical, regular ) INTROVERSION: 66% ( private, quiet ) ANXIETY: 34% ( confident , self - assured ) OPEN - MINDEDNESS: 70% ( curious, exploratory ) INDEPENDENCE: 86% ( loner, craves solitude ) PERFECTIONISM: 86% ( orderly, thorough ) TENSION: 46% ( relaxed, cool )
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“𝓘f you’re here to say that the Volturi need to see me, you can forget about it, kid. I’m not interested. If you’re looking for directions, you’re facing East.”
his gaze met the others, a smile forming across his lips, intentions hidden. alistair biancardi wore the FACE OF AN ANGEL, his actions seemingly innocent. but that could not be any farther from the truth. ❝ the volturi have no interest in you, my friend. we simply wished to speak to you is all. about your dear friend carlisle to be exact. how is he? his family? no new additions, i hope? ❞
IF YOU CAN’T WAKE UP FROM THE NIGHTMARE, THEN MAYBE YOU’RE NOT ASLEEP.
independent and selective twilight original character. penned by: erin