#demivampyr

[duskwolf]

@demivampyr SENT : [ text ] what if i get a tattoo of your name?

   [ TEXT MESSAGE → 𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ] your dad would kill you before you got to the letter a    [ TEXT MESSAGE → 𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ] well he’d kill me and just ground you for a century    [ TEXT MESSAGE → 𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ] worth the risk?

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS

[prioriincantatem]

@demivampyr​ ( continued. )

Ginny looks at Carlie, gaze softening a little bit. “We’re all a little too much or not enough for someone,” she says. “I’m glad that’s not the case, though. With you. With us. I’m very lucky to know you.”

[dawnlion]

@demivampyr​ (cont)

❛ not  really, no. ❜   the  answer  is  layered  and  complex  in  its  simplicity.  in  truth  she  really  did  not  have  to  do  anything  —  though  options  were  scarce  and  virtually  pointless.  how  he  wished  he  could  provide  his  daughter  with  normalcy  of  any  kind,  in  any  capacity.  but  alas,  he  cannot.  and  guilt  strikes  him  like  lighting,  almost  flinching  in  his  place  —  retrieving  to  himself,  as  if  the  noise  coming  from  the  thoughts  of  others  could  be  drowned  and  tampered  with  his  own,  or  with  silence.  but  that  is  one  luxury  edward  has  given  up  on  long  ago.

lips  part  for  a  soundless  sigh,  words  meant  to  come  out  but  nowhere  to  be  found.  and  after  a  long  moment  of  consideration  coated  with  hesitation  and  shame,  he  finally  reveals,  ❛ i've  been  trying  to...  you  know.  not  listen. ❜   a  heavy  pause  follows  his  voice  prompting  his  anxiety  to  hurry  and  attempt  at  filling  the  void  with  answers  before  more  questions  are  born.

❛ i've  never  really  tried  to  train  it,  i've  just...  dealt  with  it,  i  guess.  maybe  i  can  shut  it  off  —  i  would  love  to  shut  it  off. ❜   his  voice  progressively  smaller  with  the  weight  of  the  unforeseeable  confession.   ❛ can't  promise  it  will  work,  but  i  can  promise  i'm  not  purposefully  prying. ❜

[suntempt]

these gatherings were the perfect opportunity to remind the vampire world of the volturi's role as  peace-makers.    an invite-only event on a grand scale, only a select group of vampires were permitted entry, but they are more than enough to leave spreading word of the volturi's sophistication.    their civility.    they are fair rulers  protecting  their kind, not tyrants to renounce or fear.

allies would be made during the night, and didyme had taken personal care to send an exclusive invitation to one  renesmee cullen.    accompanying it was a dress specially made for the dhampir girl;  one of aro's careful consideration.    it presented an unspoken notion of peace between covens.    didyme was certain it couldn't be rejected, but still, she pays close attention to the ballroom doors, propped open as an easy welcome to join the party.   it was lavish, even just beginning, with ambient lighting cast from chandeliers and melodic music fading out into the hall.    many vampires dance to the soft tunes or make idle chit-chat while they drink champagne laced with blood.

there is food, as well, for all those inclined to eat.

didyme sips a champagne flute and has fleeting conversations with those who pique her interest, and it isn't long before she feels renesmee's presence.    it comes as an instinctual reaction to a new scent, and it leads didyme to meet her beyond the doors.    she looks beautiful in the pale pink dress, and if didyme were human, she might have been caught speechless at the sight of it.    she takes just a moment to make a point to step back and take it all in.

"renesmee, you look absolutely stunning,"   didyme croons sweetly, smiling in a way that brings light to all who see it.    her golden gown adds to the allure, glistening beneath dim lighting.    "dolce ragazza,   i wasn't sure you'd come."    it's a little white lie, so to speak;  a way to begin a rapport.    with an astounding boldness, didyme leans forward to press a kiss against renesmee's cheek and extends her hands in greeting,   "my name is didyme.    if you have trouble with it, you’re welcome to call me di.    ——    i am aro's sister.    marcus' wife, although you may not remember him.    i hope you fared well on your journey to volterra."

@demivampyr​

[sylencias]

Renesmee 

Starter for @demivampyr​

The woman stood six feet tall in a white ivory gown of iridescent silks and golds. A plunging neckline revealed a full figure and defined collarbones. She rested the graceful arch of her hand upon the back of a peach settee. Strokes of grays and light browns oil paint drew attention to the warm, rose blush on her cheeks. Full lips crimson in contrasted to pale skin. A ruby tiara adorned her mahogany hair. A portrait of a gilded age gentlewoman, the picture of sophisticated elegance and grace. Celia stood in rapt attention as the trickle of pedestrians filtered around her. She observed the nuances of century old brush strokes and color. The sleeve on the left arm was a thin, see-through tulle and the use of light to reveal that small detail, fascinated her. 

The entire museum was filled with vibrant art. Small gold coins from 1st century Israel, oils painting, sculptures, stained glass, marble carvings, and delicate doll rooms. Celia couldn’t blame the girl for being drawn here. It was an afternoon of exploration and marvels, for not a lot of cash. It was hard being alone for the first time and Chicago was a big city. In late-November, a few hours out of the cutting cold wind and off the inhospitable streets was a mercy. It was the perfect labyrinth to be lost in too. The architecture was a fascinating pastiche of old and modern, the streets winding. It had taken a few days to find her charge amongst the brick and steel, but that was alright. Celia was living on the dime of a generous benefactor. 

She turned from Mrs. George Swinton (Elizabeth Ebsworth), to the cushioned benches left-out to sit on. Renesmee sat alone and unaware that she’d been followed for the past fifteen minutes. She contemplated an oil painting of a cow skull by Georgia O’Keefe. The runaway princess looked like her father. Bronze hair and the same cheekbones, not as frigid though. Celia pushed her hands in her coat pockets and then wandered over to end the charade. She waited for the girl to acknowledge her with a glance before speaking.

“You know,” Celia said, her voice soft but lit with amusement. A crooked grin pulled at her mouth. “You’ve scared the shit out of your family. You, mind if I have a seat?” 

[frozenveined]

@demivampyr​ sent ' sleep ' @ charlie !

HE AWAKENS WITH a violent cough. long shifts at the station mean that the chief has found himself growing familiar with falling asleep in a blink on his recliner. charlie might have been inclined to call it a night if his granddaughter hadn’t been visiting. instead, he throws the hybrid an apologetic half smile. 

“ SORRY NESS, ” SWAN began. after all, there are probably other ways she’d want to spend her weekend, he reminded himself. nevertheless, he and sue always enjoyed whenever renesmee spent time at their residence. now especially, as the thought of when bella and her daughter might finally leave forks with the cullens was more on his mind as the years passed. 

GRACELESSLY CHARLIE LEANED over to grab the bag of low sodium, ruffled chips off the coffee table. the hope being that maybe some snacking might keep him up for an episode or two longer. “ so what did i miss ? ” 

[kingvolturi]

@demivampyr​  said :   lobs ' spots to kiss + # ' in your general direction ( hopefully it's not too late! )

❝    renesmee.      your  visit  is  a  true  pleasure  indeed.      if  they  had  sent  you  to  restore  the  rapport  between  our  covens . . .     it  is  a  clever  move,    i  must  say.      however,    i  can  hardly  believe  they’ve  sent  you  here  alone.   ❞        rich,    colorful  timbre  smoothly  adopted  a  more  darker,    somber  quality  as  he  finished.     

he  descended  from  the  throne  in  a  dark  blur,    delectation  still  blazing  in  scarlet  eyes  as  he  stood  before  her.      his  smile  could  only  echo  the  satisfaction  of  a  sly  fox  who  had  lured  his  rare  prey  right  into  his  trap.      willingly !       how  curious  he  was,    to  her  exact  intentions.      she  had  come  without  the  physical  aid  of  her  parents,    or  the  olympic  coven  as  a  whole  as  far  as  he  knew.      completely  alone,    the  guards  had  reported.      was  this  a  truly  clever  decision  on  her  or  the  cullen’s  part ?      that  discovery  was  bound  to  be  inevitable  soon  enough.

❝   may  i  ?   ❞     he  extended  his  hand  delicately  for  her  to  take.      she  relented  and  he  raised  her  arm  to  kiss  the  back  of  her  hand  in  faux  courtly  display.      for  her  sheer  bravado.      then  parting,    his  lips  curling  further,    he  took  the  opportunity  to  at  once  delve  into  the  abyss  of  her  most  curious  mind  with  rapt  focus,   folding  his  other  hand  over  hers.      much  to  his  satisfaction,    she  allowed  her  thoughts  to  flow  just  as  freely  as  the  first  time  they  had  met.       

[seizuresight]

@demivampyr gets a starter

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑, but really she is absolutely delighted and simply hoping Edward isn’t too nearby to hear either of their thoughts. “Ness, I fully support any decision you make, and this isn’t meant to change your mind because I am all for self expression, buuuuut: your mom will cry if you cut your hair.” She kind of wants to see that go down, after all, hair does grow back.

[dvarapala]

‘ a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort . ’

misc quotes // @demivampyr

for a moment, udyati says nothing. then she swallows audibly and asks, voice ever so quiet, but no less genuine, "are you that child? are you speaking from experience?"

[lcvedriven]

" you know that i want you to be happy but i do want you to miss me. a lot. " @ aubrey (hp verse) or sirius (any verse you'd like!)

"i do think it's possible for me to do both." there's a model of a firebolt zooming around her head, occasionally landing on her shoulder or her arm before it zooms off again. "i can't believe it's summer already. i think my family is planning on going to the maldives. there's a little wizarding community there."

[duskwolf]

throws ✿ @ u but like gently 💞

Send me a  ✿  and I’ll fill out the template below. Bold for things I could definitely see or want, italics for things I could see or am unsure of and striked out for things I don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.    childhood friends /  work buddies or coworkers / family friends /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends /  party buddies  / friendship of need /  dying friendship  / circumstantial friendship /  partners in crime / old friendship  / [ your muse ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence  / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ my muse ] is the bad influence  / opposites attract  / ride or die / frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  / penpals /  exes to friends  / enemies to friends / other .

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes  /  exes to lovers  / forbidden lovers /  highschool sweethearts  / secret relationship /  opposites attract  / long distance /  unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] /  unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers  / spurious relationship  /  power couple /  newly entered /  soulmates [ metaphorical ] /  soulmates  [ literal ] /  awkward  /  turning toxic / toxic love  / cheating [ on your muse ] /  cheating [ with your muse ] /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ] /  siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.    dangerous to each other /  dangerous to others /  unpredictable /  rivals  /  petty /  developing into sexual or romantic tension /  based off family matters  / based off circumstance /  based off professional matters  / based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology /  betrayal /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  / friends turned enemies /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other .

[prioriincantatem]

@demivampyr​ ( continued. )

Seamus grins. “Could be worse last words to have,” he points out. “What if my last words were ‘hey, watch this!’? What if my last words were that I had to use the bathroom? Could be worse.”

[curvein]

CELLO PLAYER NESS LETS GO

this.... this is real galaxy brain energy. incoming cello player ness solo !

[bgdnw-a]

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 : —           with : @demivampyr​

                                                                                           THE NIGHTS ARE WILD       and   full   of   monsters  ,    crawling   streets  ,    brutal   town  .     he   was   made   for   darkness   like   this  .                ❝    it’s   a   bad   time   to   be   out  .  ❞

[blaesus]

listen  here !!!!  blaco  spaghettini  will not  STAND  FOR  THIS !!!!!!!  @gnostis​ @demivampyr​

[duskwolf]

@demivampyr / CULLEN, RENESMEE 

   "Honestly, I didn’t get more than three words of that.” Warm brown eyes met the expectant expression in the pair opposite his, a sheepish yet laughing smile forming in the corners of his mouth. Supportive, if not occasionally bored by the sorts of things she was interested in, he’d never been able to completely keep up with her research interests, the things that excited her to the point of trading years of her immortality away to the world of so-called higher education. He’d barely made it out of high school. And that was enough for him. His mind just worked in different ways, puzzled things out in obsessive, non-linear paths, needing the tangible to accompany the theoretical. Doing math on a piece of paper didn’t appeal to him. But doing it on metal did. 

   “You’re goin’ to be great. You totally sound like you know what you’re talking about, y’know. And attitude is half of it.”

STARTER CALL 08.15.