#stregoni-benefici

[needahugfromesme]

When do you think was the first time Esme went to University and how do you think it went for her?? 🥹

Thanks for this! @stregoni-benefici🥹💕❤️I LOVE this question！

Here are some of my thoughts:

I think Esme went to university as early as the 1930s for an art/art history degree. Although the official guide says Esme has degrees in architecture and art, I don't think the first one she got was an architecture degree. I do think one of the fandom's headcanons that the reason Esme wasn't working as a teacher was that she didn't want to risk her children's lives makes a lot of sense. Her caution made her choose to give up teaching art after decades of wrestling with the desire to drink blood, but she still loved art so she went to college to refine it. Even though the guide doesn't mention art history I think it opened up Esme's interest in ancient architecture (and of course the 17th century Carlisle) and decided to pursue ancient building restoration as a career. So immediately after earning a degree in art/art history, Esme chose to pursue another degree in architecture. And it makes perfect sense that she would earn these degrees in the 1930s. During the Great Depression, the New Deal funded and facilitated numerous archaeological expeditions and projects, including collecting folklife records and restoring early American architecture. Key agencies included the WPA, CCC and Historic American Buildings Survey.

I think Esme's college life was rewarding but difficult - not academically challenging, but in terms of being a woman in a misogynistic, elite institution. She faced stereotypes about her intellectual capabilities and discouragement from male professors, as well as strict rules and restrictions placed specifically on women's behaviour and coursework options. The university excluded women architecture students from mentorships and work/apprenticeship opportunities that developed technical skills. The university rarely allowed women students to take site visits or hands-on design assignments from conception to construction. She was steered only towards "suitable" decoration projects. She had to be careful of her reputation if attending sessions too late into the evenings or being the only female. So I think it's quite possible that during the same time period, Carlisle was also attending the university to do a degree/find a teaching job (New Moon does mention the tradition that Carlisle would return to the university from time to time), for Esme's sake, and also to be exposed to the latest research. Moreover, financial difficulties, theoretically should not be hard since her husband was rich, but I've always felt that for Esme her past of being controlled and abused made her value all aspects of freedom and independence (nothing personal about Carlisle, of course). Carlisle could give her lavish gifts, but it was her degree, her choice, and she would pay for it. Unfortunately, most scholarship funding and paid jobs went to male students at the time. She had to sell some of her paintings anonymously to pay for her tuition and she continued to confront immense sexism and lack of career opportunity postgraduation.

I feel college was an important milestone in Esme’s "humanization" process. Not only did she finally overcome her fear of slipping in the crowd, but she was finally able to achieve something as a woman, as herself. She didn't have to be anyone's mother or wife in order to survive with her head held high.

[spanishinfluenza]

BABE DID YOU SEEE?!!!

New PFach Cullano photo just dropped 😭

Stop it's so funnnnny. Like if i had time to Art itd be the perfect Carlisle Cullano inspo i cant

[the-golden-onion]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MYTH, THE LEGEND, THE ONION ✨😭

AHHH THIS IS MAGNIFICENT THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!! i’m always sparkling for you, beloved 🥰✨🧅✨

[gisellelx]

Do you think Carlisle was still going to church even tho he was a vampire?

I've done a LOT of thinking and research about this, over the years, so apologies for the length here. I actually dropped most of my headcanon about this on the ole' sideblog not too long ago. But since I am 150% committed to the bit over there, there's no room for explaining why my reading leads to my writing that Carlisle thinks a particular way, since he presumably has no knowledge of the text.

A lot of misunderstandings about Carlisle's relationship with religion, IMO, come from trying to view him and his father through the lens of contemporary American evangelical Christianity. Evangelical Christians, as we know them in the US, are a very, very recent development--they date back to roughly the Regan era, and if they claim denominational affiliation (many do not), they are typically Pentecostal, Methodist, or Baptist.

Carlisle canonically is the son of an Anglican priest. This was the 1640s-1660s, and one of his scant human memories is of the Protectorate, meaning that either his father loved Cromwell or hated Cromwell. Given that, plus the rest of what we know about his dad--that he believed in evil, and hunted demons (anachronistic btw), it seems likely that he was a Puritan. Americans are familiar with the separating Puritans as part of our country's founding mythos--the settlers who came seeking freedom to practice their religion and you know whoops just accidentally did a genocide but not before having a big meal with the Wampanoag!

But there was a second set of nonseparating Puritans who stayed in England, and tried to reform the Anglican church from within. So if we take at face value that Carlisle remembers his father as "Anglican," plus the attitudes toward evil and strong memory of Cromwell, this is likely where Carlisle landed. His church upbringing would've been heavy on the fire and brimstone in the preaching, but still based on an order of worship derived from the Catholic service, with an order of confession, weekly readings from the Old and New Testaments according to the lectionary (as opposed to the modern nondenominational practice of reading whatever the heck the pastor feels like/following a newer bible reading schedule), the recitation of the Lord's Prayer and the creed, and music of psalmodys, occasional hymns, fractions and collects. Communion would've been celebrated frequently.

I suspect, that as a vampire, Carlisle still finds a great deal of solace in that worship pattern. It is one of the few things that is very little changed in his long life. I think he pops into an Episcopal church once every couple years, and when a congregation sings the oldest collects, it moves him to what otherwise would be tears because some deep part of his mind remembers the music the same way an elderly patient with dementia would.

So yes, I think he goes on occasion. I definitely meant this kind of as a shitpost when I wrote it, but it also rings true--he still takes seriously the trappings of the faith practices he grew up with. They are meaningful to him. I loved the new canon introduced in MS that he likes popping into churches when the family are out hunting because it felt very in character and also gives him a really delightful soft side.

He doesn't go often. He doesn't feel like he has to. But he still does find meaning in it all, and to him, it still matters.

[youareonlyastory]

No but seriously Twilight but Carlisle Cullen with PFach personality 👀

AGSHFHSJAKS,

Twilight with PFach energy would could be the gaggle of girls following Daddy Cullen as he splashed out the cash.

'Dad, I got an A,'

'Carlisle I hand -crafted my own Car!'

'I released my own fashion label-'

'I threw Jasper outta the window!'

And every single sentence would just get him blowing bubble gum bubbles, giving a half-hearted thumbs up till Esme comes round the corner with a horny:

'That's one fine ass, Doctor Cullen.'

And then he'd check himself out in the reflection of his car, grin and just reply:

'Mm, I recognise it.'

[divescustos]

the first piece of music edward ever performed for renesmee was not on his piano. it wasn't on the guitar he kept tucked in his closet. it wasn't played on his cd player.

he held his baby, sitting at bella's side as the venom healed her wounds, and he sang to her.

he knew hundreds of lullabies, but one had always stuck out to him. it made his chest ache in the familiar way thinking of elizabeth masen did, and it was easy to guess that he had known it for as long as he could remember. and so he passed this song down from the grandmother she would never know.

[meluisart]

Have a lovely birthday, artistic icon 🙌🖤

Thank you so very much, Streg <3

[irrevocableloves]

violent delights

twilight rewrite! edward cullen x fem!witch!reader

chapter seven: port angeles

previous chapter ౨ৎ masterlist ౨ৎ chapter eight

summary: a trip to port angeles should ease her mind, right?

warnings: swearing, violence, harassment

words: 2.9k (unedited)

I was back in the meadow. The sun beaming into my eyes, swallowing me in its warmth. The aroma of blue and purple cosmos, lisianthus, sweet peas, and scabiosas wafting through the air.

“Y/N!” I heard a voice yell. Jacob.

He pulled me out of my daze, his arm wrapped tightly around my wrist, leading me away from the sweet meadow. Everything was almost a blur.

“Jake? What’s wrong?”

I was being pulled deeper and deeper towards the dark and menacing forest. 

Looking back at the meadow, the light that emerged was almost blinding as it walked even closer. Edward. His skin faintly glowed as he approached, his eyes an intimidating black. He held out a hand towards me, asking me to come with him.

Jake's grip around my wrist had vanished entirely. In his place was a large light brown wolf with dark brown eyes and sharp teeth that snarled.

I froze at the sight.

“Y/N, trust me.” Edward said in almost a whisper.

I walked towards him slowly, cautious of the enormous wolf that was inches away from tearing at my skin. As I reached out for his hand, I heard a low, menacing growl coming from my rear. The wolf launched at us, Edward jumping in front.

“NO!” I cried out, springing upwards from my bed. I was completely drenched in sweat, the vivid image of that vicious wolf with its sharp teeth lunging towards Edward still burning in my mind's eye.

It was only 5PM. I forced my body to move, reaching my computer and closing the numerous tabs still open from the previous day. I didn’t want to make the same mistake. To search for absolute nonsense just to come up with nothing but a recommendation for a psychologist. I couldn’t plainly type in ‘vampires’ and expect an answer. My brain searched for the answers in Jacob’s story. The cold ones.

In my search, I came across all sorts of legends from different cultures. The Danag, a Filipino vampire who’d planted taro on the islands, working with humans until Danag had drained a woman’s body of her blood. The Romanian Varacolaci, a powerful undead being who could appear as a beautiful pale-skinned human. The Slovak Nelapsi, who was so strong and fast that it could massacre an entire village on its own. Amidst all the bad, the Stregoni benefici was an one of good, a mortal enemy of all evil vampires.

The myths were quite different from one another, only some backing up the ones I’d seen in horror films. The typical myths such as coffins and withering into ash in the sunlight were almost amusing.

With each myth, I compared it with my own observations of Edward. His impossible speed, strength, beauty, the way his eyes shifted colors, and how his skin resembled porcelain. His touch was ice cold. From the many dreams where I’d felt his touch. It was freezing, almost burning, then it would shift to a sweet and calming warmth. In reality, I’d only felt the burn of his touch with layers of clothing separating the two of us, but nonetheless, his touch left a lasting impression on my memories, making it difficult to forget the strange and hauntingly beautiful being that he was. Despite his otherworldly appearance and behavior, there was something about him that made me want to understand him even more, and with each new discovery, I found myself drawn to him in ways I never thought was possible.

What I needed right now more than anything was to shake him off. He had completely invaded my brain without even trying. I got up and out of the house, not even putting a second thought to where my feet were taking me.

My feet had guided me to a thin ribbon of a trail, one that led through the forest. After the incident with the animal attack, my dad insisted that I shouldn’t wander, but I couldn’t help myself. Even after everything, I still found comfort within the trees. One day, Billy had caught me lurking and convinced my dad that there was a spot on the reservation that was open and in his words, “a hell of a lot safer.” His daughter’s Rachel and Rebbeca brought me through the ribbon trail, revealing a tree, one that looked to be much fuller of life than the rest. It was a willow tree. It stood right in the center of the trail, the other trees surrounding from the outside. It had almost felt as if the image in front of me had been ripped out of a fantasy book. Ever since then, I’d catch myself running to this tree whenever life had felt completely out of my control.

Once I reached the tree, I stood to admire the way the trunk had twisted and turned, how the branches stretched out in every direction, the way its lush green leaves draped over the branches. It was almost unreal. As soon as my back had touched the trunk and my bottom had felt the legs of the tree, I instantly felt bliss. Even as the slight trickles of rain fell onto my cheeks, I remained.

Many questions still lingered in my mind. Could the Cullens be vampires?

From what I knew, from all that Edward had warned me about. How he was dangerous… a villain… Could that all be connected to the stories of bloodsucking monsters? They had to be something. Edward Cullen most definitely wasn't human. In Jacob’s stories, the Cullens seemed like saints in comparison to what I’d read, so perhaps all hope wasn’t lost. But hope for what? That somehow Edward was wrong about himself? That he’d graciously allow himself to let me in? To truly see him for what he actually was and not be blinded by the stories written from the outside?

If Edward was a vampire, why was I searching for some sort of way in and not out?

I had two options. The first was to take his advice: be smart and avoid him as much as possible. To tell him to leave me alone and actually mean it this time. To quite literally build a wall around him and pretend he was only just a figment of my imagination. No matter how much I wished that I could succeed, I knew that I wouldn’t. The second option was much more tempting, which was to continue to get to know him even with the knowledge that I know now. He wasn’t a monster, he just couldn’t be.

Once I finally felt that my escape had been fulfilled, I trekked my way back to my house, following the neat trail that stayed intact somehow.

Opening my eyes, I was greeted with an illuminating orange tint in my bedroom. From the window, beyond the pillows of clouds, I was able to see a tint of the blue in the skies.

For the first few classes, I couldn’t help my jittering. It felt as if the sun had completely cleared the clouds in my brain. Was it because I might’ve figured out his secret? That I wasn’t afraid for some terrifying reason? I didn’t fully understand my enthusiasm. Despite my discoveries, the excitement I’d built up to be face-to-face with Edward after our last encounter was almost nauseating. I was hoping he’d once again steal me away from my friends, with only his company at the same empty table. But once I walked into the cafeteria doors, I faced disappointment. The Cullens’ table was empty. Even as my eyes searched the crowded cafeteria, the table we occupied just last Friday was full of freshmans. As I moped throughout the entirety of lunch, I had a small glimmer of hope that he’d be waiting for me in Biology class, with a smirk ridden on his face after he’d seen my glumness quickly turn into pure joy. But, that didn’t happen.

The rest of the school day had gone by in a blur, my utter depression making the day absolutely useless. Even with the rumors that Tyler Crowley spread about taking me to prom had completely gone over my head. What was it about Edward Cullen that made my emotions go untamed? I felt pathetic. I’d hardly known him, yet my life revolved around him. My happiness was dependent on his wavering presence.

I was hoping time with Angela and Jessica would lessen my misery, but as I sifted through the various dresses, my thoughts had only worsened. 

I was going to this dance alone, Jessica and Angela wouldn’t let me escape it, insisting multiple times that I should ask the desperate flocks of guys who were just waiting for my question. I couldn’t help but think of Edward, all while the girls mentioned over and over how ‘into me’ he was, but the thought of asking him filled me with a level of humiliation that I couldn't bear.

After a couple minutes through my search, my eyes had finally fallen upon the perfect dress. It was a deep burgundy color, littered with a pattern of beads that looked to be a vine of flowers blooming across the dress.

I pulled the dress from the rack, admiring it from all around before bringing it to the dressing room. 

I slid the dress up my body with ease, the soft, silky material easily gliding over my skin. Looking up towards my reflection, I was in complete awe with not only the beauty of the dress itself, but how it had perfectly caressed every curve and contour of my body. I almost shrieked with excitement, forgetting for only mere seconds that I had no date and no Edward.

I stepped out of the dressing room and found Jessica and Angela, who were giving each other opinions on their dresses they had on.

Once they turned around, their jaws had immediately fell, screeching and running towards me to get a better look of the dress.

“Oh my god. That dress is fucking gorgeous!” Jessica squealed. “Where did you even find that?!” She began to rummage through the dresses in a rush.

“You look hot.” Angela said with her jaw still wide open. “You’re buying that right now, I swear.”

“If you don’t, I will!” Jessica yelled, still searching through the dresses.

“I’m getting it, Jess.” I laughed. “Maybe, I do need a date.”

“Oh my god! Yes! Please!” Jessica squealed.

Once I changed out of the dress and into my normal clothes, I went to the register and paid. In the meantime, I waited for Jessica and Angela to find their dresses, giving them opinions on each, ranking them from best to worst. Even as I was fully occupied, I couldn't help but sneak glances at the bookstore across the street.

“Hey,” I hesitated. “Do you guys mind if I check out the bookstore?”

“Oh, yeah! Did you want us to come with you?”

“No, no, you guys can take your time. I’ll just meet you guys at dinner, yeah?”

“Wait!” Jessica yelled just as I was about to open the door. “Pink dress is number one right?”

“Definitely. Makes your boobs look good.”

“Okay, okay.” She relaxed. “Have fun! Remember, 7:30PM at Bella Italia!”

“Got it!” I gave her a thumbs up and headed out the door.

The walk to the bookstore wasn’t far, but I still managed to take in the sights of Port Angeles. As I approached the storefront, I could already smell the musty aroma of old books and the faint hint of coffee wafting through the air. Once I opened the door, I was greeted with almost endless aisles of books. I eagerly made my way through the aisles, my eyes scanning the spines of every book, my curiosity piqued by each and every one.

I didn't have any idea of what I was searching for, but somehow an array of books had appeared in front of me to dig into. Every book had to do with spiritual powers, energies, and connections.

As I lost myself in the books in front of me, the hour had slipped away without me even realizing. A buzz from my phone had broken me from the trance. It was Jessica, informing me that they’d already secured a table at Bella Italia. I immediately started to panic, shoving all the books I'd purchased into my shoulder bag and rushing out of the bookstore.

I didn’t realize how long the walk to the restaurant from the bookstore was until the sun had completely set. Almost no one was on the sidewalks, except for a group of four men that were towards the corner that I needed to turn into. I considered rerouting, turning entirely back around and taking the longer route to the restaurant, but I decided against it. I rummaged through my bag that slouched on my shoulder, frantically searching from some old mace that I’d stuck in there years ago. When I finally found it, I readied it, clutching my bag for dear life as I made my way towards them. I tried hard to keep a normal stature. I couldn’t look afraid because that’s exactly what they wanted: a frail girl that they could poke at to mug or possibly worse… I shuddered at the thought, but continued on. But as a neared closer, the thoughts were almost unbearable, as if my brain had been altered and spoke in their manner.

“Hey! Watcha doing out here on your own?” One of them nearly shouted, an evil and taunting laugh coming out of their mouth immediately after. Finally, Something to do. I flinched, hearing those words in almost a whisper. Now, I couldn’t help but look afraid, but still, I pretended to ignore them, straightening my back and picking up my pace.

“Oh, c’mon! Not even a ‘hello”?” I didn’t even bother to respond or even look at any of them as I passed by. What I would do for– Wow– Stupid Bitch… I didn’t dare turn around as they spoke, even if it felt as if they were screaming it in my ears, but the voices began to fade as I walked further away from them.

Once I saw that I was alone, I realized the nerves had caused me to miss a turn and walk into a dead-end. I was stuck behind some old storage buildings at the end of Port Angeles. I'd recognized it from the one time I’d come with my dad to put away the many Christmas decorations that he could no longer fit in the garage or attic. 

Then suddenly, almost louder than ever: Looks like we got something to play with tonight. I stopped in my tracks. It was completely silent. Not even their boasting laughter from a minute ago could be heard. Just the sound of my wracking breaths.

Just as I turned around to walk back, just ten feet away from me were two of the men from the group from before. I never had a good look at them because of the darkness and also the fact that I refused to look in their direction.

Instead of walking back in their direction, I turned to my right. I even considered running, but at this point, I was outnumbered and the two other men were possibly waiting to cease on my escape. You don’t know that they’re following you. I tried to make myself feel better even though I knew they were. Why wouldn’t they? Why were their thoughts and energy so strong that I could practically pull it from their sick minds? Was that what I had done? Was that the answer as to why their thoughts were screaming into my mind as if they were all surrounding me?

After crossing the street, I found myself behind an old warehouse and just as I was about to turn to go around it, I bumped into someone. Just as I was about to routinely say I was sorry, I smelt the reeking smell of alcohol and two men smirking disgustingly in front of me, inching towards me.

“Hey! Where you going?” I turned around, hoping to make a smooth exit, even considering breaking into a run, but I’d just bumped into another two figures. “Don’t leave, we’re just having fun here.”

They all huddled around me, spatting obscenities in my face to the point where I’d completely forgotten the mace that was in my sweaty and shaky hand. The voices were almost too much. I felt a hand grab my arm and yank it towards them, forcing me to face them, to which I brought myself back to reality, forcing up my knee and hitting the man’s groin and macing him. A scream erupted and as the other three men tried to grab me, I heard a car screech and veer out of the corner.

Headlights suddenly blinded my vision. In the meantime, I’d managed to pull myself away from the group and jump out of the car’s direction, preparing to run in case the car was not for my rescue. Once I saw the car almost ram into the four men and skid to a stop before me, I let out a breath of relief, especially after I’d seen who’d gotten out. Edward. All thoughts, not just the men, but my own had vanished.

“Get in,” Edward said, his voice laced with venom as the four men stared bewildered back at him.

I didn’t even give it a second thought as I practically threw myself into the car, slamming the door behind me and locking it.

next chapter

a/n: i’m so sorry this took so long !!! i had such a writer's block (which is weird because this is literally a rewrite????) but i’m gonna try to go back to updating every week or two weeks if i can!! also i’m not sure if i wanna have edward’s confession in the car or have it in the woods like in the movie. i love the drama of the forest, but i also love the intimacy of the car, but idk i think i’ll do a mix of both??? but hehehe it’s my favorite part so i’m super excited to write it!!! i’m leaving the dinner scene in the next chapter too just bc i feel like it fits better imo. please leave some feedback, your thoughts, and reblog if you can!!

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[jessicanjpa]

Hey bestie… can you give us some good twilight fic recs… asking for a friend🧍‍♀️

Always! First, you can check out my #fic recs tag. My personal favorites are canon prequels, so I have a detailed list here.

And here are some fics I'm currently enjoying:

-@staringatthesky11 just posted her new Rosalie/Eleanor fic here!

-Blinding Light by @edwardsvirtue is Edward's POV of New Moon

-Evermore by @stardustandtwilight is Carlisle changing Esme and their story

-Hasta La Vista, Baby by @denalilily is a funny, fast-paced adventure set after canon. Kidnapping Alice might be the last thing the Volturi ever do...

-Cien Años de Compañerismo by @gisellelx is a collection of Carlisle/Esme one-shots, started in honor of their recent 100-year anniversary

-Perdition of the Witch by @volturialice is an AH Jalice fic set in the middle ages. Excellent writing and historical details!

-Shadow to Light by @goldeneyedgirl is a canon-divergent Jalice AU where Alice is changed for Maria's army. She stays when Jasper leaves and doesn't appear again until Eclipse.

-Roots by @flowerslut is set post-canon: new enemy, unexpected alliances. Jalice, obviously, but lots of great characterization for others too.

-Stregoni Benefici by @gisellelx is Carlisle's story. So much historical fiction goodness!

-Hope Springs Eternal by Haemophilus Leona is Edward's POV of Breaking Dawn. Leona and I have been Edward-POV writing buddies for years, prequel years for me and saga timeline for her :)

-Montage by @gisellelx is a new collection: the Cullens' daydreams about the human lives they imagine for themselves

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You can also dig around in my Favorites folder on FFN (here) to find some older treasures. Happy reading!

[edwardsmate4ever]

Twilight Advent Calendar Prompts

Dec. 15 - Tell us about a Twilight OC you love (your own or someone else's).

My own - Sarah, Edward and Jacob's autistic daughter in the Consequence of Heat saga.

Dolly, the friendly and outgoing head nurse at Carlisle’s hospital in @palmofafreezinghand’s fic For Appearances Sake

Carlisle’s girlfriend Elizabeth from his human years in Stregoni Benefici by @gisellelx

[needahugfromesme]

Do you have any autumn Carlesme headcanons pls? 🥹♥️

Thanks for asking me sis! 💕Thinking about carlesme24/7 🥹

1. Walk hand in hand in the forest in the afternoon, listening to the dry leaves crunching under their shoes. The gentle sunlight falling through the leaves makes Esme’s caramel-coloured hair golden.

2. Have a leaf fight (I think I did this before but I'm so obsessed) Carlisle would put a leaf in Esme's hair behind her ear and gently kiss her cheek.

3. Fell into a pile of leaves together.

4. Carve and decorate pumpkins. Carlesme made it a competition. The surgeons' hands and artists' hands both carve pumpkins with incredible exquisiteness.

5. Carlisle and Esme are both avid sweater lovers, and autumn means they can get fluffy again and enjoy a million warm, soft hugs.

6. While vampires don't get cold, fall is the season when Esme starts knitting scarves and mittens for the family. In 1921 Carlisle pretended he couldn't learn the simplest knitting just to spend more time with Esme.

7. Back-to-school season! The chaotic kids are off to school and they can enjoy every inch of the house❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

8. Building a blanket fort by the fireplace and reading horror stories to each other in it.

9. Esme dressed as Gomez and Carlisle as Morticia for Halloween

10. Carlisle doesn't like the corn maze because he hates the feeling of losing Esme even just for a few hours.

11. Binge watch series of horror movies. But Carlisle always corrects anatomical inaccuracies in the movies and Esme has to cover his mouth (with kisses).

12. They accidentally found a 19th-century Carlisle in a photo during the ghost tour.

[spanishinfluenza]

I absolutely adore how you did the eyessss, truly terrifying Carlisle, but also very my legs are open for your, please good vampire father. Literally SMeyer could never and you made my dream come true.

Omg thank youuu! I need that soulless all black look, the kinda look that when he points his eyes at you, you have no proof that he sees you at all, but you know deep down, he is looking your way. He's looking your way and he sees something. A meal perhaps. It's v sexy tho, huh Esme?

No fr tysm im so glad you like the Old Rope Carlisle from my brain 🥺🥺🥹🥹 i promise promise promise i am working on the next scene, time to write is just painful to find atm.

[theunexpectedness]

I finally made a Twilight blog

https://notthetwilightyouremember.tumblr.com So guys I finally made a Twilight blog so I can post my metas and my upcoming rewrite of the end of Eclipse through to Breaking Dawn.

I was just going to be rewriting Breaking Dawn but I needed to change some things so it would work with my ideas, so its from the end of the newborn battle through!

I'm going to tag all the people that follow me for Twilight under the cut, so I apologise for the tag, but all my Twilight stuff will be put on that blog from now on! I'd love you to follow me there but I understand if you want to stay on my main blog for everything else. In case tumblr hates me heres the url: https://notthetwilightyouremember.tumblr.com @notthetwilightyouremember

@jaydehatestwilight @anothertwilightphase @stregoni-benefici @bellasberrycobbler @ihatetwilight @twilightofficial @emmett-mchearty @rebeccamcullen

[gisellelx]

Hello! I just finished Stregoni Benefici this past weekend, and I need to thank you for writing this and putting it out into the world.

I was obsessed with Twilight in high school, but I hadn’t discovered the world of fandom yet. I really came back to Twilight this past year. This time, I was fascinated with Carlisle. So I started exploring the fandom and searching.

I found Ithaca is Gorges first, and tore through it. I knew you had a deep understanding of him as a character. It’s beautiful writing and I love it. I’ve been slowly making my way through the rest of your work.

I saved Stregoni Benefici for a bit because this seemed to be THE fic in your body of work. I needed to mentally prepare.

Your writing and Stregoni Benefici, in particular, has given me all the feels in a way that I don’t think any other piece of writing has made me feel. I am twisted in knots over this story in the best way, particularly with his human years. I’m grateful to have discovered your writing and to experience Carlisle through it. Thank you again for writing, sharing, and keeping it around for people like myself to find now.

What a delightful small missive. Thank you so very much, and forgive me for taking so long to reply to both this and your AO3 comment.

SB was a tour de force of writing for me. It was actually what I wanted to write basically from the moment I posted "The Talk" and realized there were readers out there who thought it was fun to read fics from Carlisle's perspective. It's the thing I like most about fanfic--there's no question about whether there will be broad appeal. People get into their narrow groove and read what's in their groove and that's more than enough for me.

The thing I liked most about SB was getting to put some flesh on side characters and original characters--giving POVs to Elizabeth Mason and William Cullen, who we know existed via canon but we know next to nothing about--and to Aro, whom we know a little bit about but who can be a much more complicated character. And then there's Carlisle's vampire friend who I'm not going to spoil because I know I have at least one person reading right now who is still in advance of finding out who that character is.

There's a lot of potential in this canon. There still is, 14 years on from when I first read the series and started writing fic. It seems I might pull back on occasion, but I'm not sure I'll ever be quite done with playing with it. And I'm always happy to share. At least for the foreseeable future you can always find my fics at gisellelx.com and I've tried to keep reasonably high-quality ebook versions of them available for download. I did the bulk of my writing during a time when all the major Twifics were ripping each other apart to get book deals and any time a fic got popular at all, it would disappear so that the author could turn it into a novel. That had nothing to do with why I was writing fic, and I never wanted my readers to worry mine would disappear, so I've done a lot to make sure it never does. Take it, read it, share it. Fic makes the world go round.

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Asking for thoughts, Carlisle Cullen and sexting 😭 is it too much for him? What does he do when Esme starts sending him hot messages 🙃

Oh and what thoughts these are 😍.

Okay Lovely, I’m about to utterly shatter your world… because Carlisle Cullen and sexting? Lame. Gorgeously, pathetically, ashamedly lame.

His sexts to his Goddess are nothing other than sickly sweet.

‘I am thinking of you.’

‘Time without you is time lost of worth.’

‘Do you remember where I left my belt?’

He also tries the typical;

‘Your upper torso plays upon my thoughts today and though I would give upon bended knee my last word to brush upon … I yet find myself scheduled for another valve replacement surgery.’

The problem with such attempts is that by the time he receives a nude in response, he is still in his office, unmoving, thinking of the correct way to respond in order to best capture his appreciation.

In short, his wife thinks he leaves her on read.

A lot.

Really, he’s trying to back space the cringe until he is only left with; ‘there are not words…’

For a man of prayer, that is all he has.

Now he may be a patient man, but no single person on Earth is more patient than a Queen sending a nude, returning and finding that after four hours, her husband is still online, message read, not a word typed.

He is lame.

Lame.

Lame and Cringe and Pathetic.

He cannot text.

But write, he can.

So when he has the time, and the clearest of minds usually with toffee curls spread on his chest (after some yummy, yummy pokey-dokie hot steamy session), he will take a fountain pen, lift up the thigh farthest from his sweet, insatiable beautiful Wife, and he will write to her in the most intangible cursive known to man.

And if he’s cheeky enough, he’ll nestle his note deep into her cleavage and cuddle her tightly.

TL:DR; he probably wanks Vampire spunk into his vampire slacks and dreams thoughtfully of his beautiful, stunning Wife without texting her back.