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shebitcs·:

          HE SMELLS LIKE JACOB DOES,     so penelope can only assume that he’s the same,     a shifter.     while usually she couldn’t really stand the accompanying dog smell,     it was tolerable at best,     she didn’t really seem to mind it in this moment.     it’s strange and she can’t really place it,     but instead of feeling uneasy in his presence,     out of long-rooted paranoia around other supernatural creatures,     there is a sense of calm that spreads through her.     her heart seems to skip a beat at the look he gives her and her smile is soft in response.     ❝ yeah,     of course.     i don’t mind at all.     how can i help? ❞     the hybrid questioned,     taking several steps closer to the truck.     ❝ penelope,     it’s nice to meet you,     quil.     yes and no, ❞     she offered with a laugh,     ❝ i moved here a little while ago,     but i’ve stayed pretty busy in town for the most part.     i’m sure i would have remembered,     but as far as first meetings go,     i’d say this one was pretty memorable,     wouldn’t you agree? ❞

    his heart skipped a beat as she moved closer, fighting the urge to reach out and wrap his arms around her. it was exciting and uneasy feeling to feel so connected to someone who he didn’t even really know. “just stand here and keep me company while I clean up? a hard task I know,” he flirted a small playful smirk on his lips.  “I think this is one of the most memorable meetings of my life so yeah I would say I agree,” he admitted honestly pushing to look at her for a moment before reaching down to pick up the beans. he knows from her smell that she isn’t human, a hybrid like that cullen girl he had protected so long ago. quil knew that he would not only have to talk to jake but the elders about imprinting on someone who wasn’t human but he didn’t want to focus on all that right now, just wanting to get to know penny. “I spend most of my time on the reservation I own a coffee shop there but I think I’ll be making more stops in town from now on.” 

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ofprcyers·:

                   USING THE STROLLER FOR THE first time had been fun. granted, it included a lot of physical exercise that she wasn’t quite used to now that her body was adjusting back to pre-pregnancy. still though, being out on the town with the twins had been fun, the vibrations of the stroller-ride had put them right to sleep. and they were no stranger to sleeping with a little noise. just as she’s about to turn into a boutique, she catches sight of a familiar man and lennon does her best to stifle a giggle.  ❝  is that so ?? that’s not what i heard, quil.  ❞  keeping one hand on the handles just for safety measures, she leans down and begins to pick up some of the beans.  ❝  stocking up on inventory, huh ?  ❞

   “hey don’t let jake fool you I’m the smoothest in the pack for sure,” he teased chuckling softly. honestly, quil was over the moon that lennon was his best friends imprint and partner. she was badass to put it simply she knew how to take care of herself and was her own person which he respected, that plus she was already an amazing mother. jake was lucky to have her and he was lucky to have someone that great as a close friend. he leaned down starting to pick up the beans shooing her hands away, “hey stop I got this, not much an inventory anymore but hey I’ll figure it out. how are you and the boys?” 

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nxctiuagus·:

she’d just been running around town to finish up a couple of mindless errands when she caught sight of the familiar pick-up truck and the even more familiar man loading it up at the curb. well, attempting to load it up might have been the more appropriate word if the disastrous scatterings of coffee beans were anything to go by. ❝ you sure about that? ❞ leah couldn’t help but tease as quil rose to meet her eye, a fond smile painted bright and open across her features ( as it always had been with him, and, she knew, as it always would be ). ❝ what are you even doing with all that coffee, anyway? i know you’re not intending to drink that by yourself. ❞ 

  quil smiled brightly seeing leah, his hand running through his shaggy locks. there was a lot of history between the two shifters, the biggest what if in his life would always be leah clearwater. what if we weren’t shifters would she had said yes? what if we had just ran away together? what if I never loved my imprint the way I loved her? these questions would never not run through his mind, the ache still there when he thought about the ending he should of had with her. still, he is happy to see her still and be friends even if it does hurt a little. “nah I’m not, is it possible for our kind to be clumsy? did I cheat the system?” he laughed loudly scrunching his nose playfully. “nah it’s for the shop, I got these new beans to try out but I guess that isn’t happening now.” 

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ofsvrvival·:

            WITH HANDS FOLDED IN FRONT,  the male stepped forward to get a closer look at his companion.  he had agreed to help her in any way she requested and his offer still stood.  edward knew it would be wise to ask his own daughter these questions,  letting her meet the exact person wanting to know so much about her.  they would meet,  he had promised,  soon.  ❝  sure.  it’s probably for the best we get to know each other,  anyhow.  ask away.  ❞  he informed,  beginning to walk.

  it was odd there was a certain connection that she felt with edward, like she had known him for much longer than she had almost like a wise older brother. it was embarrassing to even think, she was happy he couldn’t hear her thoughts or he know how attached the hybrid already was to him. “so I know I asked about your coven before and I want to meet them all of course but what made you chose this life?” she asked him dark hues glancing up to his face. “I mean you couldn’t have always been a vampire who fed on animals that had a hybrid daughter right? what made you chose this life?” 

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honestybites·:

maggie nodded slowly, still not used to the concept of hybrids despite having now met a few. “sorry, nosiness is a bad habit of mine.” sheepish words accompanied a wrinkle of her nose. it was less a habit as just a personality trait, an admittedly annoying one at that. “didn’t mean to interrupt you–…can I sit?” 

  opal watched the vampire closely, making sure she didn’t turn on her. sure she seemed nice enough but the hybrid had her fair share of vampires that turned out to be sour when they first appeared sweet. “sure if you don’t bite me,” she chuckled tucking some of her long locks behind her ear. “my name is opal by the way.” 

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delaluned·:

          IT’S  THE  EXCITED  REACTION  she’s  hoping  for,     one  that  brings  a  wide  smile  to  her  face.     as  the  hybrid’s  arms  are  throw  around  her,     sofiya  brings  her  own  around  to  hug  her  tightly.     while  the  child  of  the  moon  had  been  tentative  when  it  came  to  opal  and  had  kept  her  distance  at  first,     it  took  a  while  for  her  to  see  her  as  less  of  a  threat  and  more  as  someone  she’d  been  willing  to  let  into  her  otherwise  private  life.     ❛ of  course  i  am, ❜     she  offered  with  a  small  laugh,     as  if  she’d  somehow  be  anywhere  else.     ❛ i’ve  lived  here  for  a  few  years  now,     i  own  a  bar  in  port  angeles.     i  wasn’t  sure  when  i’d  ever  see  you  again,     though.     but  when  did  you  get  here ?     what  are  you  even  doing  in  this  little  town ? ❜

  she gives her friend a tight squeeze before pulling away slightly to get a good luck at her old friend. the two weren’t friends off the bat, opal had trust issues with the child of the moon. it was always an uneasy feeling letting someone into her personal life but somehow sofiya had earned her trust and it was easy to see she was more a friend than a threat. “a bar? that’s amazing sof I need to come check it out,” the hybrid beamed as she spoke. “oh well I heard word of the cullens having a hybrid kid so I thought I come meet her myself, though I wasn’t expecting to the whole supernatural universe to be here.” 

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“ it’s nothing personal. ” –– alec, for opal

 “of course it’s not,” opal scoffed a few tears escaping rolling down her pale cheeks. she hated that she was crying in front of him, that he got to see the true hold he had over her. things had started out casual and easy but somehow along the way she had fallen in love with the vampire and now all she wanted to do was shove those feelings down so far she never had to ache for him again. “so there isn’t any part of you that has feelings for me? after all this time?” she stuttered out, pulling away from him. “wait no I don’t want to hear it, just forget it I’m going home,” she crawled out of the bed slipping her clothes on quickly. “I need some space, I’ll see you around alec.” 

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honestybites:

the forest was often more comfortable to maggie than her actual dwelling. she was far more accustomed to the outdoors than in at this point in her undead life. a tree’s limbs cradled her far better than any furnishings could. the smell was far preferable too. earth, pure and sharp. this was her tree, one over from where the woman was sitting against damp bark. every name she’s ever had is carved into the bark with a sharp fingernail. maggie. with inhuman speed she landed next to the other, casually leaning on the large trunk. “technically, it’s not hidin’ if I was here first.” the smile is slow, but there. “you’re not human, are ya’?” she sure didn’t smell it.

   opal doesn’t flinch when the vampire leans on the trunk next to her, though she is on guard. the girl didn’t seem like she was going to attack the hybrid or cause any trouble for her but honestly with so many supernatural creatures in forks who knows who is good or bad. she chuckled softly, tucking some of her long hair behind her ear dark hues meeting the strangers. “I’m kinda human,” she shut her sketchbook slipping into her bag, “not that it’s any of your business.” 

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shebitcs:

          ❝ NO,     OF COURSE YOU ARE,     the smoothest,     i’m sure, ❞     penelope offered with a laugh,     pausing outside the small fedex with a package in hand.     she hadn’t witnessed much else aside from the bag actually falling and spilling out at the young man’s feet,     but his explanation made the situation seem even funnier.     aside from that,     she was pretty familiar with shipment pick-up gone wrong.     on more than one occasion she’d managed to drop bags of flour all over the place.     ❝ if it makes you feel any better,     i’ve dropped my fair share of food related goods,     though, ❞     she paused,     motioning with her free hand towards the beans,     ❝ it seems like your  ’ not clumsy ‘  lifestyle isn’t going so great for you,     hm?     did you want some help with those? ❞

   quil had never been interested in imprinting honestly, all it had done for him so far in his life is caused pain. he had to break up with his high school sweetheart when he realized they weren’t soulmates and of course there was leah the girl he had wanted to spend his life with but knew would never be the one. it seemed like the whole thing was more drama then it was worth so he never obsessed over the idea of finding his imprint. of course though fate has a way of meddling it’s way in, sometimes that means dropping a shipment of coffee beans to catch the attention of your soulmate. his heart was beating so fast he swore she could hear it, an overwhelming urge to protect the stranger walking over him. he hadn’t even talked to her that much but the connection he felt towards the stranger was crazy. “uh I guess it’s not, I’d love some help yeah if you have the time,” quil said his voice softer than usual. “I’m quil by the way, are you new around here? I would have definitely remembered meeting you.” 

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ruintorn:

  he’s sure there is a better response to this, other than laughing of course. and he’s trying hard NOT to laugh. because that wouldn’t be nice. still, there a stifle of a laugh that escapes and jacob had to slap a hand over his mouth to stop the rest of it.  ❝  uh, quil…  ❞ the alpha starts, still fighting a smile that’s evident in the way his mouth keeps twitching up and down.  ❝  did you forget who you’re talking to, punk? you’re clumsy as shit sometimes. worse than seth.  ❞ it was a lie. mostly because, as shifters they weren’t really clumsy. although… shaking his head, he starts to get closer, a look on his face.  ❝  you aren’t actually thinking of picking those up right? i don’t think the rez would drink that shit.  ❞

quil rolled his eyes, a small chuckle escaping his lips at his best friends words. “worse than seth? no one is worse than seth,” he teased a charming smile on his lips. obviously, he was teasing it was nearly impossible to be clumsy for their kind though he had to admit he was cutting it close. he sighed, looking away from jacob and at the beans scattered across the pavement. “you’re probably right but this shit cost me so much,” he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration before looking back up. “either way I can’t just leave it here, I think I have a broom or something in my truck,” he paused pulling a small hand broom and pan out. the shifter leaned down starting to clean up the coffee beans before asking, “why are you in forks man?”

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angst & post-angst sentences.   feel free to change diction, pronouns, and the like around to make the sentences more suitable. these sentences are kept vague to imply but avoid mentioning specific triggers besides death—feel free to mention specifics in your ask.

“ don’t touch him! ”

“ please, don’t hurt _____! ”

“ i had nothing to do with that. ”

“ is this my fault? ”

“ you lied to me. ”

“ [name]? —oh, i’m hallucinating. ”

“ she’ll never hurt you again. ”

“ did you kill him? ”

“ you have to stop this. ”

“ it’s been weeks. is it not getting easier? ”

“ i just need to know that something’s real. ”

“ you can resist it. you have to. ”

“ i’m sorry, i thought i saw—… ”

“ every day you’re becoming more like her. ”

“ if i go, he’ll leave you alone. ”

“ you can’t tell ____ that i’m doing this. ”

“ we’re gonna see each other again, right? right? ”

“ she’s not you. ”

“ i can’t hurt him. ”

“ i don’t feel like the same person i was before it happened. ”

“ she’ll go through you to get to me. ”

“ it’s nothing personal. ”

“ you can’t expect me to believe nothing happened, not when you flinch everytime something touches you. ”

“ i thought you knew. ”

“ please, don’t trust me. ”

“ he was just a kid. ”

“ i need you more than you need me. ”

“ if you really wanted to help, you would leave. ”

“ i needed to make it stop. ”

“ do anything she says, don’t give her a reason to hurt you. ”

“ you really don’t remember. _____, you tried to kill me. ”

“ have you ever seen the life leave someone’s eyes? ”

“ i know you can’t talk about it, but i’m going to stay with you regardless. ”

“ hey, everything okay? [name]? [name]! ”

“ you died. ”

“ i deserved worse. ”

“ you never came. ”

“ you would’ve let me die. ”

“ beg. ”

“ the problem is you keep thinking i’m a good person. ”

“ it’s not about me, anymore. ”

“ please tell me he’s lying to me. ”

“ you’re not actually considering this. ”

“ look me in the eyes and say that again. ”

“ you have no right. ”

“ i don’t believe you. ”

“ i love you. i’m sorry. ”

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TASK 001   /   OPAL AND XAVIER MOODBOARD @ruintorn

“  what a strange being you are, God knows where I'd be       If you hadn't found me, sitting all alone in the dark a dumb screenshot of youth                                                                                         what the hell would I be without you?” 

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TASK 001   /   OPAL’S FEELINGS TOWARDS ALEC @ofstasis

“ know that you can feel me       tell me that you don't love me   but say it one more time  just say it one more time    even if it's a lie ”

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  “ah fuck,” the shifter muttered in annoyance pinching the bridge of his nose. he had gone into forks for the day to pick up some coffee beans her ordered from cuba at the fedex store. he didn’t like leaving the reservation often his pack, family and business were all there. not only that but with the huge influx of supernatural creatures that were crawling all over the town made him feel on edge. of course though when he was loading the coffee beans onto the bed of his truck he dropped a large sack of them on the ground, spilling beans all over the concrete. he was trying to decide if he should clean them up or just leave when he looked up locking eyes with someone else. “oh uh I usually don’t drop stuff, I’m like super smooth not clumsy at all,” he chuckled scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. 

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delaluned:

          SOFIYA  HAD  HEARD  RUMORS  of  other  hybrids  in  town,     a  species  that  never  ceased  to  surprise  her,     no  matter  how  many  times  she’d  crossed  paths  with  them.     still,     there  was  one  in  particular  that  she  wished  to  see  again,     and  though  her  scent  through  town  was  faint  to  the  child  of  the  moon,     it  was  enough  for  her  to  be  able  to  follow  her  into  the  forest.     her  footsteps  are  quiet,     hoping  to  get  confirmation  that  opal  really  was  in  town,     but  the  voice  that  called  out  was  enough  of  a  confirmation.     not  bothering  to  move  closer,     sofiya  leaned  up  against  the  nearest  tree  trunk  and  hummed  in  response.     ❛ i  never  took  my  enjoyment  from  hiding  in  the  woods  anyway.     besides,     i  was  surprised  to  learn  you  were  in  town,     opal. ❜

  opal has lived a very long life but in that time she hadn’t had many friends. she was a loner not only in order to not be discovered as a hybrid but also it was just in her nature. that is why the few friends she did make she cared deeply for, so when she heard sofiya’s voice it was no surprise that a large bright smile appeared on her lips. without even a second thought she jumped up sketch pad falling to the ground as she closed the space between the two throwing her arms around the child of the moon. “you’re here! in fork!” she giggled a few happy tears appearing in her dark hue as she squeezed her friend. “when did you get here? god, It’s so good to see you sofiya.”

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TASK 001   /  MOODBOARD OPAL SOPHIA WALKER 

“ She is messy, but she's kind           She is lonely most of the time    She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie          She is gone, but she used to be mine ”