Not To Complain About Being An Australian Mun Again But Sometimes With Timezones It Really Starts To

not all hetero love stories are bad or "bland" or bad writing. the problem with smeyer is that she's a plagiarist and literally stole whole ass characters from l.j. smith and thought she was being slick like nobody would remember jacob black from the early 90s. yeah, jacob was never hers but she didn't even bother to change the name because she thought she could get away with it.

// well yeah that too. and she’s a racist mormon and didn’t give the quileute tribe any compensation for appropriating their folklore and stealing their name for her story without permission. she’s so racist catherine hardwicke had to fight to keep laurent’s actor because smeyer was like “oh but they’re all ‘pale’” and it was only because he’s a villain she allowed it. just awful stuff. the hetero thing was just a bit of a joke from this lesbian here and saying how I’m giving her side characters more life than she ever did (and there are some far more interesting pairings than Edward and Bella, like hello? I wanna know all about the Volturi for starters). but I agree with all of this. smeyer is awful and if she’s a plagiarist then I have no problem stealing her characters and making them my own too lmao

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.

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

jess, angela and eric at edward and bella’s wedding

I have the next few days off and I actually have some energy today so I’m keen to do some things around here. Since it’s been a few months I think I will be dropping any threads and asks I had before and starting fresh. That doesn’t mean the threads won’t still apply if anyone wants to plot further with our muses just that we can jump ahead after they took place if you like. And my DM’s are always open for plotting :)

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

RULES | MUSES | STARTERS

She does not take his threats lightly, browns flickering with something lethal as he dares challenge her empire. The one she had built from the ground up after her makers had been destroyed. The nighttime in Mexico City belonged to her. The humans didn’t know the beings that lurked in their shadows, but some suspected enough to cling to their superstitions, their God in the sky. That crosses on doorways would keep her out. On this side of the Americas it seemed immortals held little of that same power, that they did not strike fear in humans hearts in quite the same way. In fact, it seemed Jasper was almost play pretending with them and his new pathetic little coven. Domesticated. A far cry from the primordial beasts they could be.

Yet she sees it there, the feral animal rattling at his cage. A smug satisfaction crosses her features. A wicked grin to match the mania in her eyes. “There he is.” She sings after he has released her hand, still feeling the pleasurable sting of his grip. His threats dull in comparison to the dark joy at bringing out his fury. An anger once so useful, so efficient, so malleable in her hands. So far from the image she was sure he sold his little pixie and the priest who’d taken him in. “Do you ever show this side of yourself to them?” Head tilts to the side as she peers up at him with a smirk. “What would your pequeña novia say to all that violence in your heart?” Sharp claws grip at the fabric around his chest, digging into the flesh covering his heart. Just enough to draw a little blood. Her own fury bubbling up at him daring to defy her - his creator, his GOD - and threaten the kingdom she had built. Where she had once made him a prince amongst mortals. A reminder of how easily she could take the gift she’d given him away had she wanted. Her voice takes on an almost girl-like tone as she pouts and mimics his wife. The one she’d seen flitting and fussing about as she’d tracked the strange coven. “No, Jasper! This isn’t you!” A dark giggle, the viper leaning closer, venom returning to her tone. “But it is, isn’t it? This is who you’ve always been. You kill me, it won’t take away from the fact you’ll always need more. You need something to satisfy that vacío inside.”

@prairieghcsts

Maria’s lust for power was not something Jasper shared, and that was the fundamental difference between them that his sire had never quite managed to grasp. The empath longed for a quieter lifestyle than one of perpetual battlefields and volatile armies of newborns could ever provide. But that sort of existence would never be enough for Maria. His sire was far too twisted by her own greed to understand his reasons for walking away, and the former soldier wasn’t particularly inclined to explain them to her anyway.

“Don’t,” Jasper spat as she came closer. “Don’t pretend you care. We both know all I ever was was a means to an end for you, querida,” the blonde reminded her, blue eyes narrowing dangerously at the smell of blood on her breath. He knew what she was trying to do, and instead of intoxicated at her attentions the way he once would have been…it only served to infuriate him.

Rising to his full height, he lashed out as quick as a snake and caught her hand before her nails could finish grazing his skin. “You’re welcome to try IF you think you can take me, Maria. But I am not your plaything anymore. Whatever I once felt for you will not stay my hand if you so much as think of making a move on me or mine,” he warned her, face curled into a dangerous snarl.

“Try me again and I’ll come home alright, darlin’. To tear your little kingdom and everything you’ve ever built within it to the ground,” Jasper growled as he released her hand.

“I was given a heart before I was given a mind

A thirst for pleasure and war, a hunger we keep inside

We fell from sky with grace and life gave us a sweeter taste

You can drink, you can feast

There's beauty in your beast”