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♱ | | | ship studies, ELENA & CECILY : ft. @contra1to.

( give your heart & soul to charity [ ... ] 'cause the rest of you, the best of you — honey, belongs to me. )

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i wanna be here more ! give me more threads >:)

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begging for more plots & threads !

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ℰlena's  outfit  details  for  @saintcecily's  𝔯𝔢𝔡  𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥  𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔢.  featuring  …  an  off-the  shoulder  crimson  dress  with  many  layers  &  ruffles  with  black  lace  trims,  sheer  black  gloves  &  a  golden  mask  to  compliment  the  red. 

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⊰⠀⠀         elena      &      judas       ft.       @hemoth

it  started  as  a  low  hum.  something  she  could  tune  out,  a  skill  she’s  mastered  all  these  years.  a  skill  she  had  to  master.  in  her  early  days,  she  could  hear  everything  …  it  drove  her  to  insanity.  &  she’s  learned  to  tune  things  out,  thanks  to  aleksei.  but  that  madness  ?  it’s  returned.  &  the  low  hum  grew  louder.  she  couldn't  block  it  out,  no  matter  how  hard  she  tried.  what  was  it  ?   was  there  something  wrong  with  her  ?  was  she  …  breaking  down  ?  she  needs  to  know.  &  now,  here  she  was,  the  sound  having  led  her  to  the  reserve  by  her  home,  the  sound  growing  louder,  making  her  wince.   golden  eyes  search  through  the  trees,  &  in  the  darkness,  she  sees  a  figure.  with  quiet  steps,  she  comes  near  it  …  a  crawling  feeling  under  her  skin. 

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i'd  never  given  much  thought  to  how  i  would  die,  but   𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑖𝑛  𝑡ℎ𝑒  𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒  𝑜𝑓  𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒  𝑖  𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒   seems  like  a  good  way  to  go.

𝓛𝖮𝖵𝖤𝖣𝖫𝖠𝖬𝖡  is  an  independent  &  highly  selective  writing  blog  for  isabella  marie  swan.  canon  divergent  &  headcanon  based.  antismeyer.  beloved  by  angel.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .    (  a  collection  of  texting prompts.  feel free to change phrasing.  potentially mature content within.  )

[ TXT ] : why are you still awake?

[ TXT ] : hey, where did you go?

[ TXT ] : it's getting bad again.

[ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself.

[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] : i can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?

[ TXT ] : i really need someone right now.

[ TXT ] : we need to make plans asap.

[ TXT ] : have you seen the news?

[ TXT ] : you were blackout drunk.

[ TXT ] : testing to see if you blocked my number...

[ TXT ] : do you know anything about doing stitches?

[ TXT ] : just please let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] : did you forget we had plans?

[ TXT ] : i know you see my messages, your read receipts are on.

[ TXT ] : meet me at [ location ], it's important.

[ TXT ] : do you need comfort, to vent, or a solution?

[ TXT ] : is there anything i should bring?

[ TXT ] : call me. please, it's important.

[ TXT ] : i can't sleep.

[ TXT ] : have you eaten today?

[ TXT ] : you are always going to be my priority.

[ TXT ] : i haven't seen you around in awhile.

[ TXT ] : i had a dream about you last night.

[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back.

[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing?

[ TXT ] : just say the word and i'll drop everything.

[ TXT ] : do you seriously not remember?

[ TXT ] : come to the front door.

[ TXT ] : have you been drinking?

[ TXT ] : how do you feel after last night?

[ TXT ] : are you up? please be up.

[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful today.

[ TXT ] : i have so much to tell you.

[ TXT ] : no one's heard from you. are you okay?

[ TXT ] : who is this?

[ TXT ] : are you taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] : thought i'd reach out and see how you're doing.

[ TXT ] : i miss the taste of your lips.

[ TXT ] : that kiss was really nice.

[ TXT ] : stop acting so high and mighty.

[ TXT ] : i left my [ item ] at your place.

[ TXT ] : are we still fighting?

[ TXT ] : i need help and i can't go to the hospital.

[ TXT ] : are you thinking about me too?

[ TXT ] : call me, i wanna hear your voice.

[ TXT ] : i don't want to talk to you.

[ TXT ] : what do you have to lose?

[ TXT ] : you don't have to ask, i'm already on my way.

[ TXT ] : i want to take a nap on you.

[ TXT ] : even if you called 6 months later at 3am, i'd answer.

[ TXT ] : what's my name in your phone?

[ TXT ] : how's trying to forget about me going?

[ TXT ] : i have nobody else to ask.

[ TXT ] : what do you mean you're at the hospital??

[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number.

[ TXT ] : good morning! you up yet?

[ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone?

[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] : you need MY help?

[ TXT ] : stop texting me.

[ TXT ] : i'll leave that up to your imagination.

[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?

[ TXT ] : when will i see you again?

[ TXT ] : if you come over, i'll order us a pizza.

[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about it?

[ TXT ] : can you come get me out of here?

[ TXT ] : you mean like ... a BODY - body?

[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately.

[ TXT ] : forgiving and forgetting is harder than it sounds.

[ TXT ] : i want your legs wrapped around my head.

[ TXT ] : call me when you wake up.

[ TXT ] : what are you doing that's more important than me?

[ TXT ] : i'm out of town right now.

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a   coy   smile   stretches   upon   her   face,   a   glint   in   her   eye   as   she   regards   him.   she's   teasing   him,   of   course.   in   her   father's   home,   there   are   paintings   upon   the   walls   of   her   from   every   production.   though   that   does   not   mean   she   quite   enjoys   getting   them   done,   the   wait   is   too   long   &.   she'd   rather   just  . . .    go   on   with   her   everyday   life.   but   it   must   be   done.    oh,   the   life   of   a   primadonna   !    ❝    perfection.   hm,   many   claim   they   can   capture   it.   but   i've   never   once   been   pleased   with   any   of   my   portraits,     ❞    she   crinkled   her   button   nose.   ❝    maybe   you'll   be   the   first   artist   i'll   be   pleased   with   .   .   .    gracias .        ❞    she   takes   a   drag,   eyes   not   once   leaving   his,   letting   the   smoke   fill   her   golden   lungs   slowly   before   she   exhales.  

  ❝   why,   you   know   just   what   i   like,   sir   bianci   !   pull   me   up   &.   i'll   get   us   a   drink.     ❞ 

painting    portraiture    of    successful    women    remained    one    of    aleksei's    𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒    pastimes.    something    about    the    dresses    of    this    era,    with    their    rich    fabrics    and    otherworldly    patterns,    draping    and    corsetry    so    suited    for    the    womanly    figure    (    a    subject    he    loved    and    adored    )    made    quite    a    delight    to    create.    ‘‘    i    find    that    hard    to    believe,    miss    díaz,    ’’    the    𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘    muses,    lips    pursed    playfully    behind    his    canvas.    ‘‘    why    more    artists    are    not    scrambling    in    line    to    capture    your    𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒    image    is    beyond    me.    ’’    he    tucks    his    paintbrush    into    his    apron    tied    fittingly    around    his    lithe    waist,    buttoned    to    the    collar    of    his    gentlemanly    clothes.    aleksei    fishes    for    a    𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊    cigarette,    fidgeting    the    yellow    box    decorated    with    veiled    woman    and    a    turkish    crescent    moon    and    star.    ‘‘    perfection    takes    time,    i'm    afraid,    ’’    he    mumbles    around    the    fag,    lit    with    a    pack    of    𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦    placed    matches.    ‘‘    though,    even    i    cannot    resist    a    fine    afternoon.    ’’    aleksei    steps    out    from    behind    the    canvas,    hip    jutted    as    he    offers    her    a    drag    of    his    own.    ‘‘    a    stroll    is    an    order.    maybe    a    drink    and    𝑢𝑛    𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑜    for    our    efforts,    ’’    he    grins,    showing    off    the    point    of    his    fangs.    a    friend    of    𝑐𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑙𝑦'𝑠    was    a    friend    of    his.

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plots :(((

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she  was  expecting  a  hurl  of  fire  &.  venom.  she  deserved  it.  once  a  woman  that  could  so  confidenly  flaunt  about  the  ornate  stage,  was  now  nothing  short  of  a  coward.  before  her,  she  sees  what  could  have  been.  her  bride.  her  beloved.  her  mouth  is  dry  -  usually,  she  was  so  good  with  words.  yet  now,  she  could  barely  even  speak.  what  would  she  even  say  ?  she's  dreamt  of  this  day,  yet  was  never  really  prepared  for  it.  ❝ cecily.   ❞

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cecily has often imagined what she might say, should she once again come face - to - face with elena. they weren't always kind words, a century of heartbreak seeping through — but it doesn't matter, because each word is now lodged in cecily's throat. she's staring upon elena as if she's seen a ghost, a remnant from a past life. ❛ ❛ eres tú, ❜ ❜ [ it's you, ] uttered softly, features unreadable despite the heady emotion rising within.

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tag dump !

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