Kate’s Meme Of Awesome Females: 3/20 Females Who Deserved Better

WIP of Esme helping Rosalie get dressed for her revenge spree 🔪 👰‍♀️

Working on making more cinematic illustrations with this little prologue story. (It’s not canon) but it’s a sequence revolving around the night Rosalie 😵’s Royce (🗣️booo 🍅🍅) King.

In this frame, Esme lends Rose her own veil to top off the look 👌

See more story frames on my Patreon!

---

Adelaide Kane as MARY STUART REIGN (2013 — 2017)

---

DYLAN O’BRIEN & VICTORIA PEDRETTI → AMAZING STORIES, “THE CELLAR”

---

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 !

---

sentence meme ⟶ midnight sun (chapters 1-7) / stephenie meyer

feel free to change pronouns and details!!

❛ how is he holding up? ❜

❛ let me know if it gets too bad. ❜

❛ thanks for doing this. ❜

❛ you weren’t going to do anything, i could see that. ❜

❛ it helps if you think of them as people. ❜

❛ she’s really not even pretty. ❜

❛ oh, good luck, idiot! ❜

❛ may i walk you to your next class? ❜

❛ and no reason to rush through the experience. ❜

❛ he’s almost young enough to be my son. ❜

❛ how hard is it to sit through a subject you already know? ❜

❛ what the hell happened to you? ❜

❛ i’ll miss you, no matter how short a time you’re gone. ❜

❛ you will do the right thing. ❜

❛ you’re going home, aren’t you? ❜

❛ but you’re not staying here. ❜

❛ don’t be a gentleman. ❜

❛ i make you uncomfortable. ❜

❛ you’re a thousand times lovelier than the stars. ❜

❛ don’t let my stubbornness undermind your confidence. ❜

❛ i’m not used to rejection. ❜

❛ succubus. ❜

❛ when you showed up here, i thought that… ❜

❛ i feel horrible for toying with your expectations. ❜

❛ i’d prefer not to talk about it. please forgive my reserve. ❜

❛ i think that you will go back. no matter what it is… or who it is… that haunts you. you’ll face it head-on. you’re the type. ❜

❛ you know you’re far too good for me. ❜

❛ i just… haven’t found what i’m looking for yet. ❜

❛ annoying, isn’t it? ❜

❛ why don’t you punch through the wall while you’re at it. ❜

❛ you look sick, brother mine. ❜

❛ what is it about her? ❜

❛ i don’t want to move yet. i don’t want to start over. we’re almost out of high school, finally. ❜

❛ i’m ninety-three percent sure that nothing bad will happen if he goes to class. ❜

❛ perhaps you should not have come here. perhaps you should go back where you belong. ❜

❛ i hadn’t realized it was that close… ❜

❛ nobody died, right? ❜

❛ or maybe you kill her. you wouldn’t be the first one to mess up. no one would judge you too harshly. sometimes a person just smells too good. i’m impressed you’ve lasted this long. ❜

❛ has any one person ever smelled better to you than the rest of them? much better? ❜

❛ you’re going to make her so unhappy. ❜

❛ there are many right ways, and many wrong ways, though, aren’t there? ❜

❛ i think something is changing. your life seems to be at a crossroads. ❜

❛ you did the right thing. and it couldn’t have been easy for you. i’m proud of you. ❜

❛ she knows there’s something… wrong with me. ❜

❛ she hit her head - well, i did that. i knocked her to the ground fairly hard. she seems fine. ❜

❛ it’s been an interesting day for you, hasn’t it? ❜

❛ she’s pretty, even all messed up. not my usual type. ❜

❛ all yours, handle it as you think best. ❜

❛ i’m surprised to see you in class. i heard you were involved with that awful accident this morning. ❜

❛ try not to make more of a spectacle of yourself. you’re in enough trouble as it is. ❜

❛ damn, kid, you’re a mess. ❜

❛ bite me. ❜

❛ idiot! lunatic! moron! jackass! selfish, irresponsible fool! ❜

❛ stop that! it can’t happen this way. i won’t let it. ❜

❛ i didn’t mean to put any of you at risk. it was thoughtless, and i take full responsibility for my hasty action. ❜

❛ are you going to fix it? ❜

❛ we’ve left rumors behind us before. ❜

❛ it doesn’t have to be any big production. the girl hit her head today. so maybe that injury turned out to be more serious than it looked. ❜

❛ yes, we all know how proficient an assassin you are. ❜

❛ it’s not personal. it’s to protect us all. ❜

❛ i’d very much like for our family to be worth protecting. the occasional… accident or lapse in control is a regrettable part of what we are. if we make exceptions to protect ourselves, we risk something much more important. we risk losing the essence of who we are. ❜

❛ she won’t pay for my mistake. i won’t allow that. ❜

❛ she should have died today. i would only set that right. ❜

❛ don’t bother telling me you can protect yourself. i already know that. ❜

❛ she’s kinder than most of these cannibals. ❜

❛ what a dork. ❜

❛ should have kept my mouth shut. ❜

❛ stop being an idiot. if you can. ❜

❛ what’s the point in getting to know her if i’m just going to kill her? ❜

❛ ha. caught you by surprise. that’s a first. ❜

❛ i’ll bet mrs. goff thinks you’re on drugs, you’ve been so erratic lately. ❜

❛ this is getting weird. ❜

❛ if you say one word, i will put you down like a dog. ❜

❛ this is going to work out for the best. you deserve happiness. fate owes you that. ❜

❛ love doesn’t always come in convenient packages. ❜

❛ you, out of everyone on this planet, are perhaps best equipped to deal with such a difficult quandary. ❜

❛ you are the best and the brightest of us all. ❜

❛ hasn’t anyone ever told you not to play with your food? ❜

❛ that was a strong one. i could almost feel it when he clawed me. ❜

❛ you’re such a child. ❜

❛ no one said you had to fight your food. ❜

❛ life is hard all around, isn’t it? ❜

❛ honestly, she seems like more work than any pretty face is worth. ❜

---

EIZA GONZÁLEZ for InStyle (2024)

---

ANSWERED ASK - DIDYME

@sinndbleds asked: ‘ This daylight thing is a bitch! I need more blood! ‘ For Didmye from Blaise, from Vampire Diaries prompts

Daylight - or the absence of it - had been one of her main complaints as a newly turned fledgling as well. Those first few years how she had wept to Aro that she missed the vibrant colours the sky made when it danced with the sun, the warmth against her face. He had attempted to make it up to her by having jewels crafted that granted them clemency from the suns fire and allowed them to walk in it. Hers, an amber stone nestled atop a delicate golden ring. A hollow gesture when he had not allowed her to keep it after burying her in the cold darkness of the ground. Perhaps the historian who had pulled both her and Blaise from their endless slumbers would have something to help.

Pulling another sheet from one of the many cluttered tables around the house, a rat scurries from the cloud of dust covering the antiques. "There, something to tide you over until nightfall." A playful grin shot back at her new companion. "There is a way for us to walk in the sun, though it requires magic. A lot of it." Slender fingers trace their way across the books sprawled amongst the mess. "Thank goodness our shared acquaintance was a fan of the occult."

---

“because of her vital role, chelsea is the vampire aro is most dependent on and most vulnerable to. knowing this, aro has a special relationship with chelsea that is unlike any other among the guard. chelsea wears the pure black robe of the coven leaders, and she always gets what she wants.” // chelsea; the volturi coven

---

The mention of slayers makes Maria's skin crawl, jaw and shoulders tensing like a cats hackles standing on end. "Los bichos." She mutters, spitting at the ground to show exactly where she felt such hunters belonged. She had put many there herself; she'd also lost many friends and progeny to the overpowered and self-righteous humans. "They know not to come here." While her voice is still tense with anger, there is a sprinkling of pride, a slight curl at her lips at that very fact. About a century ago the stake-wielding vigilantes had seemed to give up on trying to rid the region of her and her army. Maria had been there a lot longer than them and her numbers only grew with every decade. Slinking back over to her captive, the dagger still dangles menacingly in Maria's hands. "I intend to keep it that way, comprender?"

Sharp browns drink in Madison's features; the commander saw no reason for the younger vampire to lie. Pity was perhaps not the word for what the Maria felt at the tangible fear and hopelessness seeping from the blonde, that was a sentiment she'd had to long rid herself of. No, it was more curiosity, the wheels turning in her mind as she ponders on a potential opportunity. A certain naivety she only ever saw in her newly turned or those abandoned by a creator, something she could meld in her hands like putty. "Catching the attention of the wrong people is exactly what has landed you here, chiquita. You need to learn how to be more discreet." The dagger is shoved into the sand swept in from the broken windows of the warehouse over time, dangerously close to the others leg. Maria leans in closer, a sharp nail coaxing the chin of the young vampire to face her like a feline toying with their prey. "Who is your maker? Did they not teach you the rules?" Of course there weren't exactly rules to vampirism, simply advice that kept you living longer than the average human lifespan. Something Maria had succeeded at nearly five times over. There were those who set the rules and those who knew how to bend them, and Maria would consider herself both. The former had served her well at keeping her progeny in line and the region under her command for so long.

The desert night had fallen in a spectacle of color and drama as Madison fled from her pursuers. When the kaleidoscope of hues finally faded, it left behind a black velvet sky scattered with the biggest, brightest stars she had ever seen. Despite the frantic pounding of her heart, the stark, desolate beauty of the landscape offered a strange sense of solace. But the truth remained—this land was treacherous and unforgiving, and she was woefully unprepared. Her pursuers were older, more experienced—true predators of the night, while she was nothing more than a desperate moth drawn to a deadly flame.

Her senses hadn't picked up the telltale prickle of being watched and followed, but she knew the terrain well enough to be certain of one thing: visibility was low, and the rugged folds of the mountains would conceal her well. A human tracker would have no chance of spotting even the faintest glimmer of movement from a distance. But vampires weren’t human. The relentless desert storm, with its howling winds and punishing heat, would make tracking impossible for anyone else—but she wasn’t relying on a trail, just the path of least resistance to escape.

There were no trees or rocks to shelter behind, only endless stretches of barren ground lashed by the storm, and yet her instincts remained razor-sharp. Just because she couldn’t see danger didn’t mean it wasn’t there. Her nerves had been forged in past conflicts with lycans, her instincts honed through survival. A lifetime away from wolves wouldn’t be enough to dull them. And in the space of a heartbeat, those instincts screamed a single, undeniable truth.

She was utterly, thoroughly fucked.

The memory of her humiliating defeat and capture burned through Madison, and her mouth twitched with the sudden impulse to peel her lips back and hiss at the formidable woman before her. But common sense—and sheer fear—kept her from giving in to her instincts.

Better to do nothing to provoke Maria’s fury this time and wait until she was in better shape to negotiate. Madison had to remember that Maria was far stronger than she looked; after all, she had trapped her like a bear in a cage without breaking a sweat. But then again, Maria had centuries on her. She hadn’t needed to expend much effort to have Madison bound.

“…I’m being hunted.”

No sense in lying. Madison was so woozy she could barely sit up—hell, she couldn't, not without help—but she knew better than to ask for it. The thought of looking weak turned her stomach, but she had to focus on easing Maria’s suspicions. If that meant slumping like a puppet with its strings cut, then so be it.

“I caught the attention of vampire slayers, and they won’t leave me alone.” No pouting lips. No batting eyelashes. No twirling her blonde curls. Madison was too exhausted to keep up the facade of a ditzy blonde, and too frustrated to entertain her captor. This was her true face—a young vampire at the end of her rope, with no prospects and no connections.

“To be fair, I did nothing to provoke them. I don’t go out of my way to reveal myself or fight them. The last thing I want is to kill a slayer with children—because then those children will grow up with a vendetta, and I’ll never know peace.” She shook her head in disgust, blonde ringlets bouncing. “But this group… they don’t hunt vampires out of duty or righteousness. They do it for fun, and they never let up. Your territory is safe, and I thought I could finally rest after running from them for so long. I thought laying low here was smart. But I was wrong.”

Her gaze darkened and she exhaled sharply.

“…And here we are.”

@prairieghcsts

---

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"

---