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

RULES | MUSES | STARTERS

Rosalie's guard almost softens at the other woman's acceptance. It seemed to be the effect she had on people. Though still wary, she acknowledges Esme's intentions seem pure. That the unspoken understanding between women still translated to vampirism. A gentle nod is all she seems to be able to offer in thanks for now.

"I need to do this." She had never felt so sure of anything in her life than she was about the decision to kill Royce. She'd woken up screaming in this life, her heightened senses seeming to heighten the mental anguish of her final moments along with them. Physically, she was healed from the wounds inflicted by Royce and his brutes. But the fear and powerlessness she had felt still permeated her mind. She didn't want to feel that anymore, she couldn't carry it with her forever. But she would carry it as long as Royce still lived, growing old with no consequence - how many more women could he do that to? How many had he already? She would carry out his sentence for them all. And it would be as long and painful as her death had felt. "There will be no justice otherwise. I want him to feel everything I felt. I....I want him to be begging me for his life before I take it and I will enjoy every moment."

Deciding she can trust the other vampire with her plan - it would be nice to have someone know where she was were anything to go wrong ( she still wasn't entirely sure what could and couldn't kill vampires ) - Rosalie crosses the room to the wardrobe that had been pre-filled for her with clothes the Cullens had figured a girl of her age wore, pulling the other items back to reveal her own addition. A beautiful, showy white wedding dress, veil and all. She'd intended to wear it to marry Royce. Now she intended to wear it to sign his marriage with DEATH. "What do you think? Too theatrical?"

As much as those of this coven might find her maternal instincts suffocating, Esme (at times) does too. She often wonders what would have happened if she didn't do what she did while hormones ranged both unbalanced and raw. If she had grieved and tried to heal before Carlisle changed her; often she can't tell if this is truthfully her nature of a consequence of Carlisle changing her when he did. Or are thoughts just remnants of Charles ready to criticise once more?

Esme somewhat winces with the passing thought, her brow furrowing slightly. Still, her lips twitch with the recognition of a joke and Esme shrugs slender shoulders. "Nearly twelve years."

It was ironic that she had previously fled her old life only to wake up to her new one contained in a house with two other men. The first few months of this life were beyond hard for such reasons; ones she knows are familiar to Rosalie, now.

It's why Esme is beyond furious with Carlisle. If he had just stopped to think—to ask—instead of acting 'compassionately', perhaps he would have been able to understand the implications of his actions.

Esme's eyes follow Rosalie across the room, settling on her face as she herself settles on the arm of a chair. Apart from slight widening of eyes, Esme responds as nonchalantly as Rosalie. "As much Carlisle has his ways, Rosalie, the only rules we really follow are those bestowed upon us by the Volturi." Esme busies herself by smoothing out the creases of her trousers. "And you will be welcome back. I will make sure of it."

if going off canon: Maria changed Jasper because she saw the racist fuckery going on and although she doesn’t often get involved in human affairs she thought it would be entertaining to turn a soldier from that side and prove to them the monster they were inside all along and make him her bitch

thankfully most jasper’s I’ve come across change some aspect of this whack part of his backstory but yeah. if we were talking smeyer canon then that’s why Maria would have changed him

it’s in my carrd but it should be noted I’ve created my own sort of vampire lore for my vampires frankenstein’d together from other vampire media because smeyers sparkly no-blood mormon statues is the unsexiest thing ever and I wasn’t having that

Being 13 years apart, Didyme and Aro had never really experienced needing to share much with each other. Because of their difference in age, they very much held idealised views of the other sibling; Didyme saw him as somewhat of a stand in parent and he fostered his younger sibling, feeling more protective of her because she was a girl when the rest were brothers.

This changed when they became vampires. When Aro returned he still saw Didyme as the young girl he'd left behind, the one who'd idolised him, not the woman she was becoming. They were in fact quite different people, and may not have remained close had their human lives remained as such.

As vampires they began to frequently bicker as siblings closer in age would, Aro jealous of her closeness to Marcus ( whether that was because Aro coveted him for himself is undetermined, though Didyme suspected as much ) and that Didyme seemed to have a natural way with people that he did not. Aro controlled people with force, Didyme could persuade people with grace. By all regards, Didyme was more of a natural born leader than her brother, and part of her knew it and liked it.

Being 13 years apart Didyme and Aro were originally very much like “younger sibling idolises older sibling and older sibling feels protective of younger sibling” dynamic but then after he came back and turned her they were basically like this the entire time

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

RULES | MUSES | STARTERS

*  ―  VAMPIRIC STARTER PROMPTS .  

* tw for mentions of blood / drinking blood / death + murder .

Human. 

❝ that’s a lot of blood. ❞

❝ so you drink [human] blood ? ❞

❝ how long has it been since you fed ? ❞

❝ bite me. ❞

❝ you just bit me ! ❞

❝  i don’t believe in vampires. ❞

❝ i want to be your familiar. ❞ 

❝ can you turn in to a bat ? ❞

❝ you don’t have a reflection ! ❞

❝ so do you sleep in a coffin ? ❞

❝ you’re gonna need a bigger coffin. ❞

❝ so, how old are you really ? ❞

❝ your skin’s always so cold. ❞

❝ if you need to feed, you can bite me. ❞

❝ you can bite me, i trust you. ❞ 

❝ what does it taste like ? / what do i taste like ? ❞

❝ you’re [not] a monster. ❞

Vampire.

❝ drink this, you’ll feel better. ❞

❝ i’m [not] a monster. ❞

❝ i haven’t fed in awhile. ❞

❝ it’s dangerous for you to be here when i’m like this. ❞

❝ i want you to be my familiar. ❞

❝ forget what you think you know, vampires exist. ❞

❝ no, that’s a myth. ❞

❝ i’m not going to eat you. ❞

❝ you call it a myth, i call it a bad stereotype. ❞

❝ your taste so sweet / bitter / good / bad. ❞

❝ your blood smells so sweet / bitter / good / bad. ❞ 

❝ it’s been awhile since i tasted fresh blood. ❞

❝ you’re so warm. / i forgot how warm living is. ❞

❝ you have to invite me in. ❞

❝ i think i just killed someone. ❞

❝ honestly ? i’m terrified i’m going to have to spend eternity alone. ❞

Actions.   ( add a + to reverse the action ! )

[ BITE. ]  the sender bites receiver on the ( neck / wrist / thigh / bodypart ) to drink their blood.

[ TURN. ]  the sender turns the receiver into a vampire.

[ BLOODLUST ]  the sender has gone too long without feeding, base instincts taking over, the receiver finds them. 

[ COFFIN. ]  the sender stumbles upon the receiver sleeping in a coffin. 

[ STAKE. ]  after finding out the receiver is a vampire, the sender tries to stake them. 

[ MIRROR. ]  when passing a mirror, the receiver notices the sender does not have a reflection. 

[ OFFER. ]  after noticing the receiver hasn’t fed in a few days / weeks, the sender offers to let the receiver feed from them.

[ MESS. ]  the sender finds the receiver covered in blood that certainly isn’t their own.

[ LICK. ]  the sender licks blood from the receiver’s wound / finger.

They are not gonna follow us, they are gonna follow their queen. I’m not their queen.

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