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twilight girlies

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23. — what skills have you gained by roleplaying?

i’ve been roleplaying since i was 13 so i can definitely say i’ve gained a lot of good writing skills!! i’m now a writing major and it definitely has helped me there :) but also i’ve learned some (basic) photoshop and editing skills which is pretty cool too!

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happy pride month lesbian vampires <3

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𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒌. 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐩𝐜.

what does your URL mean, and why did you choose it?

what is your blog or graphic aesthetic or motif? why?

what fandom do you primarily favour?

what genre do you primarily favour?

what are your top five fandoms to RP within?

what are you top five universes to RP within?

what universe have you never even considered writing in, and why?

if you are an independent blog, have you every roleplayed in a closed group?

if you are in a closed group, have you ever roleplayed on an independent blog?

what year did you join the tumblr roleplaying community?

what other platforms have you used to roleplay?

what was the first fandom that you roleplayed witin?

have you written original characters?

have you been a roleplay admin? if you have, did you enjoy it? if you no longer do, why did you stop?

what is your favourite part about using this platform to roleplay on?

how have your faceclaim choices changed over time?

who was the first faceclaim that was 'ruined' for you in the rpc? why was that?

how did you come across the roleplay community?

who was the first faceclaim you remember using, who for (canon or original)?

what age range do you most enjoy playing?

what gender identity do you most enjoy playing?

what have you learned by proxy of roleplaying and rp researching?

what skills have you gained by roleplaying?

what faceclaim did you start off disliking, that you ended up enjoying or even playing? how did that come about? (non problematic, a personal preference)

what faceclaim did you start of loving, and now loathe? (non problematic, a personal preference)

what faceclaim do you wish you could play, and why haven't you used them/yet?

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rosalie hale they could never make me hate you.

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alright question of the day is does rosalie have the northern vowel shift because it happened in the early 1930s but there’s evidence of it beginning sooner…

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get a girl who can do both (me)

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actually this is one of the best parts of midnight sun i think but !! it's very unfair that edward doesn't let rosalie leave and sort of forces her to come to the baseball game . . . like he cannot even be mad at her because she was trying to remove herself from a situation where she knows she would react badly !!

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     EYEBROW RAISED in disbelief , her lips curled into a smile . she wasn't trying to pick on bree -- but she was curious about if the rumor of her crush on a certain seth clearwater was true . would she believe her if she said that edward didn't have to say anything for her to realize that the crush was there ? they were perfectly awkward around each other , the way that teenagers tended to be .      ❛ edward didn't say anything , i promise .  ❜ rosalie raised her hand in a post that almost evoked surrender . truly , she didn't want bree to be angry with her . ❛ if you do have a crush though , it's okay . you could tell me about it and i wouldn't tell .  ❜

@roshale // "i don't have a crush on anybody." no way-- bree just simply and coincidentally lost all vampiric grace around one very specific wolf whose happy smile shined like the sun. grace and all common sense. but that's all it was! coincidence. besides, to rose they were all just dogs and mangy mutts. "if edward said something to you, he's just trying to tease me."

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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 & headcanon based

-> carrd.

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

Darker PSD is Dense by Charliegillespie | Lighter PSD is Opulenceps (212) by Opulenceresources.

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happy eclipse day! wear glasses and don’t get chased by victoria idk

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endless gifs of rosalie and emmett: (36/?)

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and if i said like this to plot w/ me after i take a nap <3

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     ESME HAD left uncharacteristically in a hurry , with no explanation of where she was going . in their house , it was hardly a secret where you were , though ; since she was just on the deck , rosalie had followed her . she watched her mother for a few moments silently , before finally deciding that it would be best for her to actually go to her .      they understood each other . esme had many things in her human life that rosalie craved . she also , in some ways , lost much more than her .      ❛  i'm sorry . ❜ her voice is soft , trying to be gentle . she was never good at moments like this . what was there to say to someone who was grieving like this ? someone who never had time to heal from their grief . . . it was another similarity they shared , though rose was inclined to believe esme was in more pain . ( she would be , had it been her . )      ❛ they don't resent you for feeling that way .  ❜ edward might , but she doesn't mention it ; his relationship with esme was much different than his relationship with her . ❛ and they won't be offended that you're taking space . i can leave if you want me to -- if it's making you uncomfortable .  ❜

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The month of August takes her by surprise every year. She believed that with time these thirty-one days wouldn't snatch the air from her lungs, but every single year she struggles through like a caver using the walls around them as guidance through otherwise dark, tight spaces.

The anxiety swells in late July and suddenly she feels suspended in time, her thoughts bordering on frustration and grief. She chastises herself on behalf of Edward's plight, yet that annoying amplification of feelings which comes with vampirism makes it impossible to spare Edward her thoughts or Jasper her sorrow.

None of her coven's members wished for death as Esme had— craved it as Esme had. Even Rosalie; her aversion for immortality came in the realisation of what she lost from it. Esme had little reason to even desire this life. Just because she has come to terms with it now does not mean her immortal reality had always offered the new beginning she now thinks of it as.

❛ I couldn't bear the pain of their loss. I longed to be released from it. ❜

The words come out in a flurry, one which almost feels as if she wishes to take the truth back. The night is swelteringly warm. Even on the decking overlooking the forest, there is little to no breeze. If there was, perhaps it would have disguised the familiar footfalls of Rosalie. Elbows rest upon the railings, her fingers tangling briefly in hair. ❛ I don't think it's healthy for either Edward or Jasper for me to be in there right now. ❜

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"I have witnessed the bonds within this family — I say family and not coven. These strange golden-eyed ones deny their very natures. But in return have they found something worth even more, perhaps, than mere gratification of desire?"

THE CULLEN CLAN

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     HER MORTAL self five years before today wasn't even comparable in the slightest to how she was today -- her current state had nothing to do with that . five years ago , she was merely fourteen years old ; at this point , her and esme's situations were far from being the same .      ❛ i'm only nineteen .  ❜ her lips were pressed together , a mix of contemplation and reflection . ❛ not . . . not really , of course . i'm still eighteen , but you know what i mean . it hasn't been long enough to count , yet .  ❜      she must making them regret their decisions to let her stay . edward , she knew , was sick of her dwelling . carlisle must know by now that she wasn't worth the trouble he'd gone through . and esme . . . esme was too forgiving . vengeance was the only benefit to this life , and it had been delivered .      ❛ the problem is that we aren't aging . how can i change if i'm this forever ?  ❜ she gestured to herself , her now immortal body that hadn't aged since that night . ❛ i'm not trying to be difficult , i just didn't want this .  ❜

Esme couldn't deny that having another woman in the house was a comfort she hadn't expected. Having grown up as an only child, she had become accustomed to being alone. Rosalie's presence among them was refreshing to say the least, but the truth in her addition had rested uncomfortably on Esme's shoulders. Many an evening had been spent (during and after Rosalie's change) frustrated at Carlisle for deciding this girl's future for her. Even more so after her autonomy had been ripped from her by other men.

She made her observation in an effort to extend an olive branch to Rosalie. Eternity was incomprehensible to their kind until they had the ability of hindsight. Unlike Carlisle, they had yet to outlive their own relatives but that day would come. Every day, her eyes scanned newspapers expecting to read an obituary for her parents.

"Life never goes as we planned, does it?" she began with equally golden eyes watching Rosalie. "And it's not fair." It was beyond unfair, but there was little that could be done about it much to Esme's discomfort. "But it's okay to change, Rosalie... even our mortal selves wouldn't be the same today as we were five years ago." And didn't Esme know it? She was unrecognisable from the bride she was to the mother she became. "You can forge a new self. You deserve to, Rosalie."

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     HUNTING WAS a good cover story if things were to go badly . not that she planned on getting into a fight with her brother today , but that would depend on what he had to say . if he couldn't see her perspective after all these years . . . what she'd lost , what she's had to live with -- what she's never been able to forget . in love or in hatred , she had to vote against bella becoming like her . like them .      she realized the instant his lips curled into an amused smile that he was joking . everything was tense , still . she thought he was actually considering it . embarrassed now , that he could hear her fear , she looked down to the ground .      ❛ don't blame me for thinking so ,  ❜ she interjected without context . it wasn't necessary , given his powers . ❛ if it were someone i cared about i would want to destroy you .  ❜      it wasn't true , and he would know that . they walked for a few paces , moving at a casual , yet still inhuman , pace . she expected silence until they'd had something to drink , but edward broke it much earlier .      an eyebrow rose at the initial apology , its serious nature not sitting right . edward should be furious , even if they both had the same answer . his was out of love and protection . hers was out of jealousy and protection . was it out of protection ? she'd like to believe that it was .      ❛ i thought that i made it quite clear the choice was for my own sake . if i am anything , it's honest .  ❜ and she was honest when giving her reasons . bella's decision was out of her hands , but voting for a miserable life that had brought her more suffering than not felt evil of her . it wasn't fair to give bella the wrong , romanticized impression . ❛ and if i'm projecting onto her . . . then i'm sorry . but you've nothing to worry about . she wouldn't listen to me even if i told her everything that's happened to me . you've got her thinking we all have lives worth living .  ❜

I TOOK ME A MOMENT TO REMEMBER the last time I hunted; the flames in my throat had been made secondary to the agony in my chest in the last few months. But now all was well once more, I became acutely aware of my lack. Esme's mind had been fretting as soon as she had seen me, Carlisle's mind also surprised. The deep purple of the circles beneath my pitch black eyes. At least I could put their minds at rest a little if I looked... more myself.

"I wasn't planning to deflect anything, Rose," I said, trying not to let my heckles rise once again at the turns in her thoughts. "We both need to hunt. Doing so doesn't mean we can't talk at the same time. And if things go... poorly... at least Esme won't be kicking us out for destroying the house."

A poor attempt of humour, I had to admit, and the smile that accompanied it likely didn't meet my eyes. But I hoped it would at least show my willingness to speak with her, that our relationship was not beyond repair. She was the first of my siblings, the place she held in my heart was absolute. I would argue with her, sometimes fiercely, much to our mother's dismay. But I would back her, and hoped she would do the same for me.

"I meant to thank you, actually," I continued, my expression settling into seriousness again. "I know you didn't do it for me. Or for her." Especially not for Bella. "But thank you all the same. For saying no."