the Only reason theodore drinks animal blood is because he has no desire to be a nomad, and if he didn’t have the cullens, he’d have nowhere else to go. so…. i’m not saying all the human drinking covens should come @ him… but i totally am

whomst is gonna give theodore a mate or a Kiss this fine sinday bc??? trans boys deserve love too

Anon, The Match Maker

Go on anonymous(Or Not) and send me an ask with character from any fandom (Name - Series, Please!), that you picked out to be my muse’s ideal match, and I’ll rate it on the scale below:

One True Pairing! - ❤❤❤❤❤ Almost Perfect!     - ❤❤❤❤ I’d Ship It!             - ❤❤❤ Sure why not.       - ❤❤ Maybe…               - ❤ Neutral                 - (Explain why) Maybe Not…         - 💔 Yeah, No…            - 💔💔 Anti-Ship!              - 💔💔💔 Are You Nuts?       - 💔💔💔💔 OH HELL NO!        - 💔💔💔💔💔

Then I’ll follow it up with a few words from the muse, mun, or both, explaining why they think it would work out or not! 

i’m ngl i always lowkey Hate vampires having the same gifts, at least as far as twilight is concerned, simply bc the way it’s described they’re?? so personal to each individual so whenever there’s more than one i’m just like ... nah bruh

mikael Can and Has used his mind control on victims to make them not scream when he kills them Solely bc he finds their screams incredibly annoying

                          i thought i saw the devil, this morning. looking in the mirror. drop of rum on my tongue, with the warning, to help me see myself clearer. i never meant to start a fire. i never meant to make you bleed.i’ll be a better man today. my past has tasted bitter for years now, so i wield an iron fist. grace is just weakness - or so i’ve been told. i’ve been cold, i’ve been merciless. but the blood on my hands, scares me to death.   /   volturi guard oc. sideblog to @badnametm

LYRIC STARTER CALL. give this a like and i’ll throw up a lyric starter for ya

hello  !  this is a new masterlist blog for the twilight roleplay community  !  please only reblog this post and add the following to the tags in order to be included on the list: your muse name  /  canon or original character

For example: bella swan / canon                        valora / original character

                          i thought i saw the devil, this morning. looking in the mirror. drop of rum on my tongue, with the warning, to help me see myself clearer. i never meant to start a fire. i never meant to make you bleed.i’ll be a better man today. my past has tasted bitter for years now, so i wield an iron fist. grace is just weakness - or so i’ve been told. i’ve been cold, i’ve been merciless. but the blood on my hands, scares me to death.   /   volturi guard oc. sideblog to @badnametm

me: okay, mikael, we know that you can compel people but you Are Not allowed to abuse this in your threads mikael: this isn’t going the way i want CAN I COMPEL THEM

@rosefromdeath​     //     from here.

“that’s a pity. really. it is.” SOME MIGHT HAVE EVEN CALLED THE LOOK IN MIKAEL’S EYE DERANGED. broken. no part of him resembled human anymore, not even in the way he held himself.     he’d spent so long pretending to be a monster to survive, that now he really was one.     and there was no going back. “because it wasn’t a question.” he’s snapping forward, barely more than a moment’s breath between where he was and where he is now, ice cold hand gripping her jaw tightly. ANY HARDER AND HE MIGHT BREAK IT, AND MAYBE THAT THOUGHT SHOULDN’T MAKE HIM WISH HE COULD STILL FEEL HIS HEART THUNDERING WITH EXCITEMENT, BUT IT DOES. “you think it’s so simple... that we’d just let you die. maybe that’s the way it would have worked, way back when carlisle was with them.     but they have me now.     and i’m so much... MORE.” his other hand comes up, a mocking, featherlight touch ghosting over her cheek, and it might have been romantic if it wasn’t for his grip on her jaw. “you could have remembered who your family was. but now... when i’m done with you, all you’ll ever know is us. HOW MUCH YOU LOVE US.     your family, the volturi.”

@rosefromdeath​     //     from here.

“it’s a shame then, isn’t it?” he shouldn’t be smiling, considering the threat in his voice, but he does it regardless. AND HIS EYES ARE FOCUSED ON HER, PREDATOR AND PREY, the sort of look in the blood red hues that would make someone think that there was the threat of him lunging at any second.     “because you’re stuck here with me, now. and daddy dearest doesn’t have any idea what i can do, because i joined the volturi long after he left.”     he’s leaning closer, growl rumbling low in his throat, perhaps, before his eyes boring into hers. “it’s a pity you’re stuck here with me, because if you prove to be anything less than ENTERTAINING, there’s nothing stopping me from just... making you more so.” everyone’s mind was different. some just needed a quick order, forgotten almost as quickly as he’d said it - but others were more intricate, involved more strings being pulled and rearranged, and he so desperately hoped hers was the latter. it’d been a long time since he’d had someone he had to WORK to compel.     but they all fell victim to it eventually.     it was what made him one of the volturi’s most valuable assets.

seesgood·:

she visibly tenses when he moves closer, but she doesn’t move away. she won’t give him the satisfaction. but her eyes darken, veins below them brimming to the surface of her skin dangerously.  ❝ oh wow, ❞  she retorts, voice dripping with sarcasm. ❝ he’s a therapist now, is he? ❞  her head cocks to the side, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she glares at him. ❝ i never claimed to be perfect or good or…anything. i did what it takes to survive, okay? that doesn’t make me a bad person. that doesn’t make us the same. ❞

there’s a moment where mikael rolls his eyes, faint scoff escaping him. IT WAS THE BEST KIND OF ENTERTAINMENT HE’D EVER FOUND. and she had no idea. “i get off on picking people apart,” he muttered casually, not giving much of a second thought as to what her reaction might be to such a bold declaration.     “looking at them, and pulling them apart until they don’t know who they are anymore.     until their sense of self is all but gone and they don’t think they can trust their own mind. it’s fun. and it makes it SO much easier to slip into their mind.” he’s not sure if he’s actually ever showed her what his gift was. if he’d ever tried to use it on her. “if they don’t think they can trust their own mind, it’s...     incredibly easy     to be the voice of reason. sometimes they don’t even realize the little voice in their head isn’t their own.” OKAY. SO MAYBE HE WAS SO MUCH WORSE THAN SHE WAS.     but a monster is a monster is a monster.

@vmprwtch​ said: “Nobody has ever fucked me like you do.”

“of course they haven’t.” as soon as the words leave alec’s lips, mikael is moving forward, INTO ALEC’S SPACE, UNTIL, IF THEY BREATHED, THEY’D BE SHARING THE SAME BREATH. his voice is a low husk, something of a growl as he allows his nose to press into alec’s skin, inhaling his scent as one of his hands slip up, into the other’s hair, gripping it tightly as a quiet grunt escapes his lips. “it’s because they don’t understand what you     need     the way i do.” his teeth drag faintly against the skin of alec’s jaw, fingertips gripping the other male’s hips, his smirk growing wider. “isn’t that what i said i’d do when we met? when we started this? that you’d NEED me.     that i’d destroy you for anyone else.     i guess it’s karma that i can’t imagine fucking anyone else either. i can’t LET GO OF MYSELF the way i can with you.”

me: i’m gonna bring mikael back! mikael, immediately: great answer all those smut memes you left in your inbox from @vmprwtch

                          i thought i saw the devil, this morning. looking in the mirror. drop of rum on my tongue, with the warning, to help me see myself clearer. i never meant to start a fire. i never meant to make you bleed.i’ll be a better man today. my past has tasted bitter for years now, so i wield an iron fist. grace is just weakness - or so i’ve been told. i’ve been cold, i’ve been merciless. but the blood on my hands, scares me to death.   /   volturi guard oc. sideblog to @badnametm

Billy Hargrove smoking and drinking beer while he works out. Like an asshole.