Regardless Of My Faith, I Am Not A Catholic Queen, I Am Not A Protestant Queen, I Am Not A French Queen,

ANSWERED ASK - MARIA

@volturimaster asked ❝ all you need to do is take my hand, come on. ❞ - Maria

Stupid. She had been stupid, too reckless; something she had been so careful for the past several centuries not to be. The line between expanding her territory and not drawing the attention of the Italians was paper thin but she thought she had managed the dance so well, so delicately. Were it not for her trying to get her old lieutenant Whitlock back in line, leaving her army to be overseen by an arguably inferior replacement, she would maybe now not be faced with the threat of having her Queendom cut down. While Maria secretly did not acknowledge this strange, ancient covens dominion over the vampiric world - especially not over her territory - she had never been foolish enough to test them or admit it. Not yet. Many allied covens in the region had fallen from trying. They may not have been her rulers, but they had a power she was not prepared to challenge. Until now, that was. Now she didn't have a choice. She saw the two choices in front of her blaring from the red eyes of the ancient without him needing to say it, despite his calmness; bend the knee or die.

She isn't sure why the strange, dark-haired vampire wants her hand but all the survival instincts surging through her told her it wasn't good. Breath catches in her throat as she takes in her surroundings, the walls of the canyon seeming as though they were closing in. She is cornered, several of the guard blocking her exit as their presumed leader stalks toward her. A situation the Mexican commander is usually on the other end of, but now her own army was nowhere to be found. She was alone. A vulnerability she hasn't felt in centuries. Swallowing the rage bubbling from within - fighting this was no use - she tries the only other tool at her disposal. Her wits. "Qué es esto? I can assure you I have been careful." Another careful step backward, rocks crunching beneath her heel. "I only change strays, those half-dead already, those no one would miss." While she hardly showed it, Maria felt a sense of affection for her progeny. The forgotten, the beaten down. Like herself in her humanity. They would show the world who they really were; no one would forget their names again. Despite the thought, Maria continues to plead her case. "I keep them in line. No rules have been broken."

i am a woman. (x)

ANSWERED ASK - SERENA

@vervainlacedveins asked: There is one thing about being a vampire that I must fear above all else, and that is loneliness. (Serena)

Loneliness. The word evokes a feeling in the pit of the hybrids stomach similar to if she'd ingested bad blood. Something rattling about in there, crying out, distant yet uncomfortably close all at once. A familiar friend standing in her periphery who she didn't want to look at. It was all she'd ever known.

Though her father had taught her to not dwell on such trivial emotions. Companions were only needed for those still play pretending humanity. "It is not so lonely." She purses her lips, restraining her features from betraying her. "There are other immortals to share in the experience with." Her and her siblings were hardly close but they were the only other ones to have gone through what she had. Though, even then, it was hardly comparative. None of them had to witness how hybrids like them came into this world, none of them had been their father's first experiment. His prototype, pulled apart to see how their kind could come back together again. None of them had to raise themselves. The only one who had been through her with it all was that familiar friend. Loneliness.

I have today off so like for a starter? pls specify the muse you want it from too ❤️

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.”

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I know the first time Vera heard Chappell Roan she fell to the floor

ANSWERED ASK - MARIA

@devilsanddarlings asked "didn't think I'd see you again" (from jasper) (x)

Crimson lips curl in an almost devilish smirk knowing she had the element of surprise on her side. It always caught another off guard. And there was no one whose guard she wanted down more than Jasper Whitlock - not only so she could sink her tendrils under his skin as she so enjoyed, but because she'd seen what fearsome opposition he could become when challenged. "But you hoped you would si, mi amor?" Her sparkling browns, almost catlike, narrow as she slinks closer like a predator closing in on their prey. Such had always been their game "Haven't you missed me?"

The wildest part of Twilight is when Bella starts hallucinating with Edward everytime she gets into trouble and we spend the whole book thinking there's gonna be some supernatural explanation to her visions but it turns out no, she was just insane and hallucinating. Also he tried to unalive himself. And then we go to the next book like nothing happened.

I know that twilight as a base text kinda sucks but I’m here to remind you guys that most of the rp community and fanfic writers for it think so too. hence the reason we try and rectify and change things with fanfic and rp.

this blog is heavily anti-smeyer and each character I have personally written the backstory for with only very skeleton frameworks pulled for them from canon. some I even entirely changed several details. they are essentially my own, like yeah maybe smeyer gave them names and vague ass backstories but I am the one breathing depth and life into them because smeyer only focused on the bland hetero love story and none of the side characters who deserved more. same goes for nearly every other twilight rper I know and have known too. so yes while twilight rp is based on that awful ladies text please don’t overlook twilight rp’ers cause of it