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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

Anya Taylor-Joy British GQ (2024)

bella swan deserved someone to match her freak and if we were being real it would have been an iwtv vampire not a the sparkly mormon vampires from her universe

*  ―  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.

maria in a battle with lestat for who can be a more toxic ex

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.

my serena fc having an insanely serena moment

“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”

PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE *  inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

FDTD Appreciation Week

day five - a story arc or character development: Kisa’s season two arc.

                  Vengeance might be a prison, but it’s my prison.

A study in immortality, love, found family and motherhood. the constant changing of womanhood throughout the ages and what it means to be the matriarch.

independent, selective esme cullen from twilight. anti-meyer & heavily headcanon based

-> carrd.

loved by lychee (she/they) | 25+ | minors dni, personals do not reblog.

PSD #52 by RavenOrlov

one thing Maria still doesn’t like to acknowledge is how her creators primed her to be a soldier the same way she does to her own progenies. Or if she does acknowledge it she doesn’t see it as the manipulation it was, she sees it as “preparing” them.

They had been watching her for weeks before they “saved” her, knowing she would be grateful to them for giving her the gift of immortality and freeing her from her captives. They knew the rage that boiled beneath a broken girl would be useful to protecting their coven. That she would do anything for a family she never had. What they didn’t bet on was her becoming the most powerful of them all, or being the sole survivor in their own bloody wars. How losing the only true family she’d ever known would turn her into a more fearsome warrior than they ever could have dreamed.

rosalie with carlisle and edward

A FEW VARIOUS SENTENCE STARTERS

❝ i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞

❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞

❝ would you come with me please? i adore your company. ❞

❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞

❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞

❝ could you just think about anyone other than yourself for once? ❞

❝ i'm not going to stand here and argue with you about how much you need to get some rest. if i find you passed out on the floor i'm leaving you there. ❞

❝ would you be a dear and shut the hell up. ❞

❝ i know i need help but i'm not quite ready to ask for it. ❞

❝ do you know where we're going or are we just trying to get lost now? ❞

❝ i have confided this in you, please do not betray that trust. ❞

❝ do you like it here? with me? ❞

❝ are you still happy? with me, i mean. with us. ❞

❝ i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞

❝ do you actually like spending time with me? because i feel like all you do is argue. ❞

❝ one of us will eventually have to have the strength to be honest with ourselves about each other. ❞

❝ i want to tell you something i just need a moment to figure out the right words. ❞

❝ if you were the religious type i would challenge god to win your devotion. ❞

❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun. ❞

❝ were you ever going to tell me or were you just going to make me guess what you're thinking and feeling. ❞

i am a woman. (x)

just remembered I was an active contributor to the twilight wiki when I was like 15 so there’s some mun lore for you tonight

KISA — season two

Brows furrow at his obvious attempt at deflection, a sort of feigned concern - though she is concerned at the way he had shut her out. It had left a sting that the Mexican queen didn't want to admit felt a little bit too much like rejection. Something she wasn't all too familiar with. He had been her faithful servant, yes, but he had also been something else none of his successors had managed to live up to. The power they shared together unrivalled, how did he not still crave it? She was there to make sure he remembered what he was missing.

As she closes in, Maria reaches a slender hand toward his, inspecting the vice between his fingers as she pulls it closer. "Married life stressing you out?" Lifting his hand closer, she places her own crimson lips around the cigarette, exhaling the smoke toward her escaped soldiers handsome face. Her latest kill is sure to still linger on her breath. They had always loved to share a kill.

A sharp nail traces his defined jaw. If she dug hard enough she was sure she'd find all the marks she'd left on him there just under the surface. That he wouldn't forget who he belonged to. "You know I should really kill you for betraying me like you did." A playful smirk as her finger lures him closer. She won't, of course. Not yet. Not there, she wasn't foolish enough to try and take Jasper Whitlock in combat alone. "But I'm going to give you a second chance to come home."

@prairieghcsts

The major merely arched an unimpressed brow in her direction as she spoke. Though he was mentally reeling at the sight of his sire in Denali, Jasper wasn’t about to give her the sort of reception she was doubtlessly looking for. He was no longer her loyal attack dog, following at her heels and bending to her every whim. He didn’t have to answer her unless he chose to. And yet, he couldn’t resist. Even knowing Alice was in the house some distance away, Maria was still as magnetic as ever.

“Bit far from Mexico, aren’t you, cariño?” He finally asked without giving her other questions any response, the endearment sounding almost sarcastic on his tongue as he idly flicked ash off the end of the cigarette that had brought him out in the snow to begin with.

Including me.

The Haunting of Bly Manor episode 1: The Great Good Place

Vera not even realising she'd taken the fall for Rosalie being convicted of Royce's murder. It isn't something Rosalie can help either, because the deaths may have had no suspect had Vera not been running her mouth around town calling Royce a murderer and then breaking into manic laughter when she hears about his death. My girl kinda did that to herself but that's what a lesbian situationship will do to you 😭

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."

bella swan in new moon vs louis de pointe du lac in season 2 did u mean two dumb bitches hallucinating their toxic exes and telling each other exactlyyy

okay going to watch the new iwtv episode, watch me come back with loads of muse for my own toxic vampires

ANYA TAYLOR-JOY ▸ 2022 Filmography: ▸Peaky Blinders ▸The Menu ▸Amsterdam ▸The Northman

"Pity..." Serena frowns, head tilting to the side. "I would've liked to see what a warrior such as yourself could endure, but I suppose you may perish of starvation instead., How....mundane." She could tell this one had delusions of grandeur, latching on to the fact to toy with him. Not simply for her father's benefit, but also her own amusement. The hybrid sighs with a shrug, tearing open the blood bag and draining it empty all to herself. Some of the crimson liquid drips down the corners of her pouted lips which she dabs at with one of her sharp painted nails. "Mmm, I think that one was a virgin."

"And you really think that I'm gonna accept any sort of liquified nutrients from you? Thanks but no thanks." Strangely enough, this was not the first time that Nandor found himself behind a cage, in fact, at this point, part of him was already used to this situation. -- Was he hungry? yes, but it wouldn't be the first time that he restricted himself from any sort of meal. "Why don't you eat it, you might need it for when I get out of here and you need the energy to run and hide when I start shredding everyone into pieces."

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?"

Gif request meme: From Dusk Till Dawn + favourite scene of my favourite Carlos ship (requested by @richiesseth )

[Caption: Kisa and Carlos confrontation in season one. Carlos starts talking about how they had told him and others how to find the gods and gold of the natives, but he’d found something better (deeper, stronger): love. Kisa tells him she never stopped loving him, but he slaps her and tells her not to lie to him. She counteracts telling him that she could never hate him as much as he hates himself, and he freaks out and yells he did everything for her, that he slaughtered his own men and betrayed his god, “and for what?”.]