Latest Posts by prairieghcsts - Page 2

adelaidekane  🌻

I’m sorry for the lack of posting and this shitpost but why is this big Aro and Marcus energy

She flashes the stranger a half-hearted smile; a tinge of sadness crossing her brow as she muses a moment on the man her brother had become - perhaps always was deep down. A tyrant, no amount of power would ever be enough for him. Much like their father to the drink, power was Aro's vice and here he was centuries on ensuring a constant supply. "I am not my brother, I would not make you do anything."

Placing the coat down next to her, Didyme sighs as she smooths the fabric of her skirt before rising to face her would-be executioner. "I believe in choosing the path that brings one delight. The one that makes your heart sing." Marcus. He had been her chosen path, and Aro couldn't even let her have that. She almost forgets herself, as if she is talking to a friend and not a foe. A grin of pearly whites quickly drops, her guard locking back into place. Throat clears, arms delicately folding at her chest. "Simply indulge me one last question, bloodhound, what would your chosen path be were you not sent to sniff out Aro's political enemies? Do you have a name?" Beneath the artificial contentedness she could sense in him, she was sure there had to be questions, desire to feel something true. She wonders if her Marcus was being held under the same pretense, her fingers reaching for the note to him in her pocket were she to not make it out of this.

“it is not my job to believe, or to listen. I think you know this.” Demetri spoke evenly, conscious effort to conceal his reaction to her. bloodhound, indeed. loyal tracker following a scent to its conclusion. capture or death. death or capture. again, again, again, again, again, & again. he didn’t let himself think about how long he had been doing this ( he still did not know that someone else would not let him think this, the thought only briefly entering his head before it would be ripped away again, leaving only an absence. "silly boy," Amun's voice would've echoed in his head, were his memories of his maker not blocked also ). 

she was legend more than she was real to him. whispers traded ever-so carefully within the limits of the white marble halls. mournful laments of Aro. his beloved sister, slain in war. innocent of everything, guilty of nothing. in truth, always a justification rather than an expression of unadulterated grief.

he should get this over with. he should fulfill his duty. & yet, this was not an ordinary hunt. despite himself, curiosity rose in his chest. 

“but if it was, what would you try & make me believe ?”

thinking a lot about vera’s relationship with her maker, evelyn and how there is so much love there. she would never be rose ( that kind of love for vera is hard to replace. rose was her first love and she never got to experience actually acting on her feelings so there is a pining there for what could have been ) but it’s not like when she was married to leo and everything he did secretly gave vera the ick because it just wasn’t right, because she knew deep down they weren’t right because she didn’t feel for him in the way a married couple should.

with evelyn though it’s a really deep love, she is her partner in life. she is the first woman vera was able to be her true self with and she not only freed her from that repression but eventually freed her from the constraints of her human life too. they are unbelievably bonded.

that said, if rose confessed feelings to vera after all this time it would put vera in a very difficult situation because no matter what, even after all this time, rosalie hale still owns her heart too

Victoria Pedretti photographed for V Magazine

you know who I should bring back? my first ever twilight muse - victoria

okay so I fear this happens every time I try to come back here (feel like I'm hangin around kicking rocks and not able to get any threads going properly) but this time I'm determined to let it stick. pls like this for a starter call and SPECIFY MUSE !

via @anyataylorjoy

ADELAIDE KANE as MARY STUART ↴

Hearts & Minds ( 1.04 )

okay so I fear this happens every time I try to come back here (feel like I'm hangin around kicking rocks and not able to get any threads going properly) but this time I'm determined to let it stick. pls like this for a starter call and SPECIFY MUSE !

"It's funny, I'm more wounded than I imagined I would be that he has sent one of his bloodhounds to finish me off rather than carrying out the task himself." Didyme sighs almost as if to herself, but she has sensed the other vampire in the room behind her as she finishes off a stich in the coat at her lap. There seemed to be an overabundance of garments in the world today, though she found it calming to make her own as she often had in the old world. The one before her brother had committed the ultimate act of betrayal that had placed her in the ground for millennia only to come gasping dirt and blood into this strange, changed world.

Though she has been attempting to keep a low profile, she suspected it was only a matter of time before her awakening got back to Aro. She had been tracking his coven from a distance as carefully as she could, planning her next move. But her eldest brother had spent longer here, and expanded his empire to the point of being near untouchable. "I suspect he has also told you not to believe a word I say." A sad, yet determined look is shot the strangers way. She'd always had a way with others that her brother hadn't. Perhaps she could still spin this in her favour. "Tell me, what do you believe?"

@ruerot (for demetri from didyme hehe)

guys you don't understand how funny it is that didyme would have no concept that it's been 3000 years she's been asleep for. someone tells her the year is 2024 and she's like okay??? what does that mean ??? 2024 from when??? she was born in BC times. someone tells her the years count from after some guy called jesus was born she'll be like "that doesn't mean anything to me"

insp

Natalie Dormer as Anne Boleyn in The Tudors (2007-2010)

i honestly prefer to kick a man when hes down. its the easiest time to do it

There was not a lot in this world Charmion couldn't have if she so pleased. With her parents and social status she was primed for spoils, clothes, jewels, suitors. The world was practically hers for the taking. But none of that mattered if she couldn't have the one thing she truly desired. The one thing she wasn't free to obtain, who she could only ever have in the privacy of this room and could never show off to the world just how much she adored her. She was not cross at Hazelle, she was furious at the world. Though ever the ambitious mind, she was already making plans to try and bend the world to her will. To be able to have her cake and eat it too.

Which is why her lovers words catch her off guard. It is an option she has only ever dreamt of but never spoken aloud, one she has not let herself. It came with too much risk, there was too much to lose. Wide blues catch the others with a deep sadness, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "My love...you know I want nothing more...." Sucking in a sharp breath, Charmion sits up, cupping her other hand over Hazelle's. "Do not despair. I have a plan, you see. I am to be betrothed to Lord Harwood and he has pull in the Kings court. I shall get him to convince the King to abolish such places and let you come live with us. Harwood shall be away on business a lot and I will need a lady to keep me company." It is a compromise she isn't sure the other will want to hear so she attempts to deliver it with a soft smile, reaching to caress her love's cheek.

open to: women or fem presenting plot: based on this idea, set before Hazelle gets turned into a vampire bc I need a dark sapphic plot thnx - hmu to plot more if you’d like! connection: childhood friend & lover/sweetheart.

“Are you cross with me?” Hazelle asked in a soft and concerned tone, leaning against the bedpost of the others bed before she huffed a breath and plopped down on the soft mattress next to her friend, taking hold of their hands in her own, thumbs brushing against their soft skin soothingly. “You must know I do not wish to leave you, it is my family’s doing, this trip is their last effort to fix me…” Hazelle explained, her pretty brow creasing as she dipped her head a little in order to catch the other’s gaze, her own apologetic and sincere. Hazelle didn’t want it to be this way, no one had meant as much to her as this beautiful person next to her and she was certain no one else would ever come close to meaning half as much.

Her family had tormented her ceaselessly throughout her entire life, doing horrible things to cleanse Hazelle of her demons but none of it had worked and Hazelle was convinced it was because nothing was wrong with her and it was them that were wrong. All the doctors and specialists, all the priests and nuns. They were all wrong and Hazelle could exist in this world with the person she loved the most. The person who sat beside her. Hazelle’s heart picked up in pace and seemed to thunder loudly in her ears, cheeks flush she offered a small smile with a look that almost resembled a puppy. “Why don’t you and I run away? Hmm?” She meant it more than she let on but the words were said in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Her brow creases ever so slightly at his words, eyelids flickering in an attempt to cover the emotion in the brown pools behind them - lest they betray her to her captor. Violent. A thing she had been given no choice in becoming. From the violent act that had forced her into this immortal existence to the one that had tried to snuff it out, it seemed she could never escape the violence of this world. Didyme had decided to embrace it, though reluctantly. A part of the self that Aro had buried with a dagger in her heart screamed against it from beyond the grave, behind her eyes. "I am the farthest thing from breakable." Her response as icy as the man gazing down at her.

"And I am telling you that I do not know where the dagger is. It was the least of my concerns when I awoke after THREE THOUSAND YEARS!" Delicate hands twist in their bindings, laced with something keeping her weakened though nothing her ancient blood couldn't eventually work through. "We can do this forever, though I doubt you can wait that long."

open to: m/f/anyone plot: Viktor has kidnapped y/m for information pertaining to an ancient & magical object he needs in order to resurrect his mother from the dead. y/m is less than compliant at the moment. hmu if you wanna plot! connection: strangers, old acquaintances, anything works~

"Fascinating." Viktor said, his tone reflecting little emotion outside of the very word he'd spoken; fascination. At least they weren't trying his patience, yet. Despite being on a schedule of sorts and constantly evading his younger brothers' pursuit and sabotage, Viktor was patient and didn't mind taking his time to get what he wanted.

Dark brown eyes moved slowly over the individual, taking in details and subtle cues in their body language, his lips quirking just a bit at one corner as he met their gaze again. He wasn't deterred by the fiery inferno of emotions he glimpsed there, his calm aura was more a threatening force than anything reassuring. It was always the silent brooding people that could be the most lethal and the Russian had certainly been taught to attain more than just fatality.

Viktor removed one of his hands from his pocket, sweeping his long fingers over his stubble before he chuckled, the sound low and holding only a fraction of the amusement he expressed verbally. "You look all frail and breakable but, you're really a violent little thing, aren't you?" His head shook, that hand caressing his chin thoughtfully moved to push through his hair and over his head as he shifted on his feet to lower himself onto a chair.

want to get back into writing here again. I think my issue was that the twilight rp fandom seemed practically non-existent and I lost my muse. has it risen again?

EIZA GONZÁLEZ for InStyle (2024)

sorry again for dropping off the face of the earth but I just came back to say that if The Giver by Chappell Roan had come out in her time it would have saved Vera from years of comphet

sorry I’ve been mia this week, work got a lot. also out here wishing there were more volturi muses like there used to be 😭

me trying to manifest the twilight rp community back to life

I have a lot of feelings about vera and evelyn’s relationship despite it being made up entirely by me

📷 Victoria Pedretti by Mack Breeden

they come to drink they come to dance to sacrifice a HUMAN HEART

RULES | MUSES | STARTERS

Adelaide Kane as Mary, Queen of Scots

Hands fold delicately beneath her chin, large brown doe eyes watching with interest as he takes her in. Likely trying to figure her out. They all did it, humans and vampires alike. She didn't fit into their definable boxes that separated them from one another. Humans knew - without always knowing how or why - that she was different. Vampires often wondered the nature of her fluttering heartbeat. How she smelt like them yet with something alive inside. Serena often wondered that part herself, how something so unnatural had the capacity to be born just like a human. It didn't become any easier, watching her siblings births. Perhaps that was why she liked to drink, to forget.

Though it seemed she would have a harder time convincing this one to grant her every whim. Human bartenders, human men especially, were easy. Malleable, so single minded that the mere thought of getting close to a creature like her had them falling over themselves to please her. It did become a little boring after a time. She didn't so mind the challenge or being levelled with. Head tilts ever so slightly as she takes him in this time, wondering just how old he was. His smile playful but his eyes told a deeper story that have her leaning closer to try and drink them in. "I heard you, but I was hoping you might make an exception." She pouts, before shrugging and leaning back.

Turning to take in the place properly before turning back to him, she raises a brow. "Not a very good business model, this. You could be bringing in some other types of clientele." Leaning down beside the bar, Serena picks up what looks like some sort of jewelry piece adorned with an upside down cross scattered in tacky, fake red diamonds in the shape of blood drops. "Ones who aren't children playing make believe."

Malakai watched her approach from his peripheral while he continued his task of cleaning the night's used glasses. When she took a seat, he slid a glass into place and dropped his towel on the counter. His hands found resting places on the edge of the sink. Now he looked at her. Really looked at her, not just the glance he gave her when she'd walked in.

There was a slight narrowing of his eyes and his nose twitched ever so slightly. For a moment, he considered turning her out. He didn't care about the bills she pushed across the counter, the register was already closed and shut down for the night. It was one of the first things he did after the last patron had filtered out of the club. But he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been intrigued by her the moment she sat down. Something was different. Not quite human, not quite vampire. An amused smile spread across his lips. "Did you miss the part where I said last call already happened?" he teased lightly.

One hand lifted to motion around the silent club. The overhead lights were on, but the colorful dance floor lights, the stage's spotlights, and the LED strips that helped contribute to the atmosphere during operating hours had been shut off. "In case you didn't notice, we're not exactly open for business." That same teasing tone lingered in his voice, and he made no effort to tell her she had to leave. At least not yet.

Ever the optimist, Didyme's innate positivity had fought back against the call for darkness. Perhaps just as sorrow was a condition of humanity, self-preservation was a condition of the eternity her brother had gifted her with. Trying to burn herself in the sun and join her siblings had resulted in only a temporarily charred wrist. Though on the other side of her temptation she saw a clearer truth; she had lost herself. She remembered how precious life had been in humanity. How one more hug, one more meal, one more sunrise was a blessing and none of them were promised. And there she was with an endless abundance. Who was she to shun such things?

Still, when death seemed as much a promise as the joys of life she knows it harder to resist the temptation to meet it earlier. A small, thoughtful smile crosses the vampires delicate features. "You're right, I do not know you." But she knew humans. She had seen a plethora of them, countless lifetimes, of the way they could be. Some prettier than others. The yellow jewel of her necklace catches the light of the moon, illuminating her face as she moves closer. "But I am willing to bet you did not start this way. No one does." Not even her cold and controlling brother, even he had once been a child full of light and hope. As she moves, so does her power, invisible tendrils attempting to take hold of the woman's heart and fill it with a warmth she surely had not felt in some time. Reaching for the human's arm, Didyme's own heart aches as the others pain hits her even harder. In her tear stained gaze she sees but a broken child. When was the last time someone held her?

Overwhelmed, the ancient pulls the woman into her embrace, trying to envelop her with a certain protection from the harsh fate that awaited on the other side of the cliff. "It's going to be okay. Not every day will feel like this." It was only the two of them under the evening sky, but her words are still whispered. A gentle offering of comfort from whoever she needed it to be from. From wherever she had never felt it.

Sorrow wasn't apt enough a word for the depth of Esme's grief— her pain. Every breath felt like needles in her lungs, pricking tears from eyes just for her to then choke on them. They had to pull her fingers from around her son's body, pry her arms from around him so they could take him to the morgue. All while she screamed and begged for another hour.

The silence afterwards was incomparable to anything she'd experienced before. They had threatened restraints on her, but one of the nurses managed to convince the doctor otherwise; she was just a grieving mother, not a danger to anyone's safety—

Well, perhaps her own.

Her lungs burned as they did bringing her boy into this world. Over the past few days she had become accustomed to heaving lungs; labour of different kinds, one now to reward her the end of this tortuous existence.

Through her tears, Esme thinks that perhaps the figure and the words to be her mother. The innate kindness of them make her yearn for the familiarity of a mother's embrace, but as she blinks the tears away, Esme focuses instead on a stranger.

The breeze is non-existent on this humid, August night. The stars glisten like silver above and Esme can't help the way she finds peace in this landscape being her end.

"How could a stranger know if I'm myself or not?" Her words are spat. She is so close now. If her son can't be with her, she'll be with him. "They couldn't, so don't pretend you're any different."

this is what it feels like to be possessed by a muse

FOR THE “YOU CAN KILL ME BUT DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM” DYNAMICS 

❝  i only want you.  ❞

❝  i don’t need anyone else.  i just…you.  you’re all i need.  ❞

❝  listen,  i’ve lost a lot of people in my life.  i learned how to deal with it but…you’re different.  i can’t take it if it’s you.  ❞

❝  i think about anything happening to you and i— i just.  i fucking lose it.  ❞

❝  you don’t understand.  i need you safe.  not because i don’t think you can handle yourself but because i can’t focus on anything else if there’s even the smallest possibility you’re in danger.  ❞

❝  no one is ever gonna get near you again,  you hear me?  ❞

❝  i won’t let you get hurt.  i promise.  and i don’t make empty promises.  ❞

❝  turn around.  you don’t need to see this part.  ❞

❝  just give the word and i’ll kill every one of them.  ❞

❝  you can’t get all worked up every time something happens to me.  that’s just life.  you’re not always gonna be able to protect me from it.  ❞

❝  no one else understands me.  but you do.  you always do.  ❞

❝  i don’t think i’m the best person for you,  i don’t.  but i do know i’m the one that can keep you safe  ❞

❝  hey—  look at me.  it’s over.  it’s done.  we’re okay.  ❞

❝  who the fuck made you cry i’ll fucking rip their head off.  ❞ 

❝  i know you’ve always got my back.  ❞

❝  please,  let me take care of you this time.  you’re always protecting me but it tears me up inside every time you get hurt because of it.  ❞

❝  can you make everyone else just go away?  i know they mean well but i just want to be alone—  alone with you i mean.  ❞

❝  i know when you’re here,  the real monsters can’t touch me.  ❞

❝   oh,  i am one of the monsters.  but that just means i can keep all the other monsters from ever hurting you again. ❞ 

❝  if you’re gonna keep risking your life for me than you’re also gonna let me patch you up without a single complaint.  ❞

❝  we keep each other safe.  it’s my turn to protect you.  ❞

❝  i killed them for you.  i know you could’ve done it yourself,  but you shouldn’t have to.  ❞

❝   i love you because i know how capable you are.  and i show that love by making sure you don’t have to be the one to always do the hard things.  ❞

❝   i’m gonna make them regret ever even thinking about laying a hand on you.  ❞

❝  tell me what you want me to do.  i’ll do it.  whatever you want.  ❞

❝  i love you just like this.  i love you when you touch me gently like no one else ever has.  and i love you when your hands are bloody and your knuckles are bruised. ❞

❝  please,  just let me protect you.  ❞

❝  are you hurt?  did they hurt you?  ❞

❝  wait,  stop you’re bleeding.  ❞

❝  did you just wince?  where are you hurt?  ❞

❝  i need you in my life.  i’m not used to that—  needing people.  but i do need you.  ❞

❝  you make me feel things i’m not used to feeling.  ❞

❝  why do you let me close when you’re always driving everyone else away?  ❞

❝   you’re mine.  and i protect what’s mine.  ❞

❝  thank you for always being here for me.  ❞

❝  you see things in me that i didn’t even know where there.  ❞

❝  that’s enough.  let’s go home.  ❞

❝  i’m okay now.  i’m safe.  you don’t have to be angry anymore.  ❞

❝  please stop—  this is scaring me. ❞

❝  you don’t have to do this for me.  ❞

❝   hey stop— stop!  look at me.  they’re dead now.  you can stop.  ❞

❝  i have to make an example outta them so no one else tries to hurt you again.  ❞

❝  killing for you is easy.  it’s right.  it feels natural.  ❞

❝  let me do this for you.  ❞

SCENARIOS

[ ONE ]  for sender to take a bullet for receiver. 

[ TWO ]  for receiver to take a bullet for sender. 

[ THREE ]  for sender to protect receiver and then carry them to safety. 

[ FOUR ]  for receiver to protect sender and then carry them to safety. 

[ FIVE ]  for sender to witness receiver get hurt which sends them into a violent rage.

[ SIX ]  for receiver to witness sender get hurt which sends them into a violent rage. 

[ SEVEN ]  for sender to be hurt trying to protect receiver which makes them bloodthirsty for revenge.

[ EIGHT ]   for receiver to be hurt trying to protect sender which makes them bloodthirsty for revenge.

[ NINE ]  for sender to have violently protected receiver,  so receiver kisses them to calm them down. 

[ TEN ]  for receiver to have violently protected sender,  so sender kisses them to calm them down. 

[ ELEVEN ]  for sender to carefully approach receiver in the aftermath,  gently touching them to try and bring them back to themselves. 

[ TWELVE ]  for receiver to carefully approach sender in the aftermath,  gently touching them to try and bring them back to themselves. 

[ THIRTEEN ]  sender was kidnapped,  receiver shows up to save them.  

[ FOURTEEN ]  receiver was kidnapped,  sender shows up to save them.  

[ FIFTEEN ]  sender executes a third party in front of receiver because that person hurt them. 

[ SIXTEEN ]  receiver executes a third party in front of sender because that person hurt them. 

[ SEVENTEEN ]  sender thinks they’re alone but receiver comes out of nowhere to rescue them from someone who intends to do harm/making them uncomfortable. 

[ EIGHTEEN ]   receiver thinks they’re alone but sender comes out of nowhere to rescue them from someone who intends to do harm/making them uncomfortable. 

[ NINETEEN ]  sender has been devastated by something.  receiver holds them until they calm down so they don’t do anything drastic. 

[ TWENTY ]  receiver has been devastated by something.  sender holds them until they calm down so they don’t do anything drastic. 

[ TWENTY-ONE ]  sender thought receiver died so they set out to get revenge.  receiver shows up in time to stand in front of them before they go too far.  

[ TWENTY-TWO ]  receiver thought sender died so they set out to get revenge.  sender shows up in time to stand in front of them before they go too far. 

[ TWENTY-THREE ]  sender is in a vengeful rage because of something that happened to receiver.  receiver gently approaches to calm them down saying this isn’t what they want. 

[ TWENTY-FOUR ]  receiver is in a vengeful rage because of something that happened to sender.  sender gently approaches to calm them down saying this isn’t what they want. 

[ TWENTY-FIVE ]  for sender to have receiver stand by somewhere safe where they can watch sender kill on their behalf. 

[ TWENTY-SIX ]  for receiver to have sender stand by somewhere safe where they can watch receiver kill on their behalf. 

ANYA TAYLOR-JOY as ALEXANDRA 'SANDIE' COLLINS  ↴ Last Night in Soho (2021) dir. Edgar Wright