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i don’t owe anyone an explanation but i haven’t been on because there was a death in my family. i haven’t abandoned by blog.
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vampyrshield:
just a heads up that this blog is going to be extremely private with very selective interactions. i’m not here to gain followers, i’m here to take bella from smeyer’s clapped hands. oh and i’ll be exclusive with me wife @televampyr !!
this is still accurate but now we’ve roped @demivampyr in uwu
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THE COVENS in The Twilight Saga
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RENESMEE.
@vampyrshield from (x) : ‘ nightmare : my your muse coming to your my muses aid when they awake from a nightmare. ’
searing heat raged a war of fire & ashes in her throat, a stark contrast to the sharp sting of frozen knives that pierced her limbs. the pain, nearly impossible to endure, reached a crest before the wave crashed into her, the current dragging her flailing form into the dark depths of the sea. it wasn’t until she was jarred awake that renesmee realized the frozen knives were actually the hands of her mother securing her fragile form to the bed as her haphazard appendages trashed at the duvet & the burning in her throat was from the ear-splitting screams that echoed from her chest. tears streamed down her cheeks, salty swarms mingling with the sweat that seemingly coated every inch of her flesh. as her body stilled & the howls subsided, the hybrid was left shaking & sobbing against her mother’s form. incomprehensible sounds tumbled from her parted lips, dried & cracked from the screams, before she managed an intelligible response. her gaze, misted over from the tears that couldn’t escape, remained wide & fearful like a baby rabbit pinned by a feral fox. ❛ please be you this time. ❜
it took less than three seconds for bella to be at her daughter’s bedside, couched on her knees next to her, trying desperately to shake her awake. when renesmee slept, bella was never too far away. though she appeared to be a woman grown, she was nevertheless extremely protective. after all, it was not incredibly long ago that she thought she’d never see her child ever again.
❛ shh, shh . . . ❜ bella tried to soothe her, moving to crawl into bed next to her and bring her into her arms. she could still recall the night terrors that would disturb her sleep, often making her wake in a cold sweat, heart pounding rapidly. in that way, she could empathize with renesmee. ❛ it’s me, it’s eomma. you’re safe. ❜ she murmured quietly, rocking ness back and forth. ❛ what happened? ❜
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RENESMEE.
a soft & cute starter for @vampyrshield
the soft overtures of a tell-tale heart, beating to the rhythm of the sweet melody of a bright & earnest love
the harshness of the artificial fluorescence of the airport lighting mingled bleakly with the acrid aroma of jet fuel & perspiring human bodies as they shuffled from one destination to another. yet, the dhampir was aloft with jubilation, every fiber of her being abuzz. she had finished her third fall at swarthmore college with immaculate grades, opting to complete a study abroad semester during the spring researching the potential for enhanced stem cell regeneration for potential transplants. half of her semester was spent at the institute in boston learning the techniques for decellularization & the other in the university of kyoto optimizing the techniques for developing specified cells from stem cells. the work was incredibly interesting & overwhelmingly time consuming, which meant she didn’t have the opportunity to return home for spring break. studying from january until mid-may marked the longest time she had spent away from home without so much as a visit. the time away was welcomed, however with each passing mile as her journey home commenced, she grew restless, elated at the prospect of seeing her family once more.
as her plane landed, it took all of her waning self control to move at a sluggish, jet-lagged human pace. she shot a text to the familial group chat to let them know of her safe arrival- as if alice didn’t already alert them. she managed to collect her belongings from the baggage trolley without much delay before fighting back the urge to vampire sprint out of the crowd towards her awaiting ride. when she finally made it to the lobby, familiar scents & voices lead her through the bedlam of the crowded airport. of course, her mother was the first one to greet her. ❛ eomma! ❜ she called, knowing that despite her quiet voice’s inability to carry over the chaos of the crowd, her family would be more than capable of hearing her. pushing her way through the masses as gently as she could manage, her bags dropped at her feet as she flung herself into her mother’s embrace.
bella’s strong distaste for airports was not so much a new development in her second life but it was certainly heightened due to just how much more she could hear, smell, and see. it did not seem fitting to just pick up her daughter on the curb; a quick hug, put the luggage in the back, and drive off before some high and mighty airport security barks at them to move along. no, she decided to park the car and wait with everyone else. her husband might’ve preferred valet. ‘ they could easily afford it, ’ she could still hear him say. but even with an eternity of time on their shoulders, she didn’t much care for waiting around idly for the valet drivers to bring their car back around. so they parked like everyone else and waited amidst the crowd.
fortunately, the usually enticing aroma of fresh humans was entirely soured by the mix of putrid body odors one only got from traveling all day in the most inhumane conditions. if she did have an appetite for human blood, her appetite would be ruined much like a humans would upon smelling spoiled poultry. the hustle and bustle of footsteps and luggage wheeling along and never - ending conversation was almost overwhelming, but once she heard the familiar rapid patter of renesmee’s uniquely beating heart, that’s all she could hear. nothing could prepare her, however, for finally seeing her most cherished daughter’s face again.
if her eyes could produce tears, they’d be streaming down her alabaster cheeks. bella clung onto renesmee tightly, and it was like they were the only two people on earth for that brief moment. ❛ you’re home . . . ❜ she mumbled, barely a whisper.
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Mt Rainier
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edward.
❛ it's cold and humid. you wouldn't like it. ❜ he explains simply, the conclusion an obvious one. he's nonchalant about it, detached and unemotional — it has been so long since he felt at home anywhere at all. if anything, his home was wherever his adoptive parents were. the thought of carlisle and esme brings a kinder expression to his features. ❛ ah, yes. that would be my father. ❜ the response is naturally more cheerful, no need to fake emotion or attachment about this subject in particular. the polite smile on his face even grows with amusement at being recognised as doctor cullen's son after he'd recognised her as chief swan's daughter, ❛ this is peak small town. ❜
a fair enough assumption, thinking that bella would not enjoy the climate in chicago. . . nevertheless, it was a strange and unsettling feeling to have someone assume so correctly. people have always been misunderstanding her. there came a point where she grew tired of correcting everyone. not having to do so was oddly refreshing. she almost managed a genuine smile, but something about edward’s stoic tone made that budding smile wither into a flat line. ❛ not gonna lie. . . i liked it much better when i was invisible. ❜ she sighed, thinking back to her school in phoenix where she could simply blend into the bustling chaos. ❛ here everyone stares. i’m really not as exciting as all that. ❜ laughing awkwardly, she shook her head.
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i lived my life good and bad, definitely not light as a feather.
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it’s finals week! i have an exam / paper due basically every day this week so i’ll be spotty at best but then it’s summer! which doesn’t even mean anything cause we’re stuck inside
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( ・◇・)?
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in honor of MOTHER’S DAY, reblog if your muse is a MOTHER
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E&B,2005.
#☾ : IMAGERY ( isabella marie swan )#☾ : IMAGERY ( edward anthony mason cullen )#☾ : EDITS ( not mine )#CHER THIS IS AWESOME#IM CRY
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everything i wanted // Billie Eilish
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