Douze fleurs #12 - Sacrificium vespertinum

Vous avez, mon Seigneur, expiré sur la croixEt seul Votre cadavre est encor sur le bois.Que n’avez-Vous offert dans ce grand sacrifice ?Le corps, l’âme, l’esprit, la qualité de Fils,Les amis, les habits… mais ce n’est point assez,Vous voudriez offrir et ne jamais cesser.Vous prenez un soldat issu de la cohorteQui, venu pour briser les jambes qui Vous portent,Étonné de Vous voir mort en si peu de…

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@vespertinum​ said:  ☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?

Now, I will be the FIRST to admit that Jeremy’s ability to last is ACTUALLY 100% because he doesn’t? usually touch himself during sex? So it’s like... an artificially inflated number. If he touched himself, he probably would only last like 10-15 minutes of actual sex (not including foreplay, because that’s always subjective to just how much foreplay they’re doing, ya know?). But not touching himself, he always lasts over 20 minutes, at times closer to 30 of actual, penetrative sex. If his partner reaches around to touch him, on the other hand, that time is obviously shorter, but like... Of his own volition, it’s probably pretty close to like half an hour.

@vespertinum​   sent   ❛ You like to fix things. ❜

call      it      a      habit      from      being      an      older      sister      or      growing      up      to      quickly      but      she      always      tried      everyones      problems.      ❛      i      can’t      always      do      it,      sometimes      things      just      get      worse.      ❜      a      tight      smile      appearing      on      her      face      as      she      looked      up      from      the      book.      ❛      just      ask      my      sister.      she’ll      vouch      for      that.      ❜      a      small      laugh      as      she      shook      her      head.      family      always      made      things      more      complicated      and      being      called      the      black      sheep      of      her      family      because      she      wanted      to      keep      herself      and      her      sister      out      of      their      covens      issues.      ❛      anything      you      need      me      to      work      on?      ❜    

  𝐎’ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄  [...]  such a clever, yet simple disguise for one of fenrir’s blood.  grimm’s previous dark locks 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙, their pitch an utter black that could be replicated only by the very beast himself; the wolf and all those whomst 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙸𝙼.   it was a lineage you see, and a strong one that carried on thousands of years after ragnarok—  a war which saw gods and kings fall.  yet try as he might 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆, try as he might to not nurse the rage having been born beneath his ribs, all things come full circle.  it was a dangerous spiral of which matys was treading, and it was in that very same dangerous spiral which found him 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝙻𝙵—  no  [...]  not a wolf?   certainly no aesir though, despite the way the grimm may narrow his eyes towards the other.  

                                                                 “  that’s 𝗺𝘆 bike.  “

            @vespertinum​ liked for a starter !

@vespertinum​​       ♡      for a thing

'         stop following me around         ;         i don’t care what aro says.         ----         i do not need another guard.         ‘         a scowl appeared upon her porcelain face. feet making its way across the pathway into the gardens.         (         her gardens         )         her pride and joy. sulpicias small piece of heaven. well as close as she was going to get to heaven. her gaze kept looking back, watching him follow her.         ‘         leave me alone         !!         ‘ 

@vespertinum​ ❤️ (LOUIS) starter call

Despite the hand wrapped tightly around her throat, the obvious threat which came from such violent actions, Vivienne grinned widely and smugly at Louis. Oh, it’d been too long since she saw her old friend! It almost made her excited that Louis still posed a challenge to her. "You’ve gotten stronger since the last time I saw you.” She let out a sweet giggle - amused almost: one that didn’t match the deranged grin on her face, “Is this how you greet an old friend?”

1, 10, 12 !!

                                     alec exposes joey  // not accepting *!

What’s the strangest/weirdest thing the Mun has watched on youtube?

         ‘ probably that horrible kirstie allie weight watchers commercial where she calls the viewer fat and yells fettuccini at them. honestly, if you have a minute, look it up. its art. ’

What about the mun does the muse find annoying or bothersome? 

        ‘ all the things he commits to that I then have to do. I mean fucking hell he literally always wants to do new shit. stop it. ’

Is mun a social butterfly or a loner? 

        ‘ well. hes good at it. but hes a major introvert. so neither. and both. ’

you passed out.

𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄, 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 !    ----    ❛     en dónde estoy ?    ❜       she asks hoping the other might understand her words    ❛     who are you ?      ❜      distrustful as always,    Chayo cannot avoid but scan the man before with wary brown eyes.   

          Hands turn into fists,   an involuntary reaction,   (   all survivors act driven by instinct and by the mere and most primitive need to preserve their physical integrity,   everyone knows this !   ).       It makes them dangerous and sometimes,     unpredictable, because you can never know what one person might do if they feel threatened !        ❛     -----     answer me !     ❜  

✳  .•°*  MISCELLANEOUS ANGST STARTERS ┆  “ accepting

“…where are you going?”

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 !

     “ I am leaving, Louis. I do not like the deal between you and The Church. I will be not be risking my children’s life. I will not trust them holding their end of the bargain… and I will not trust you. Not at this moment in our lives. They loathe our kind, yet you are willing to cooperate with them and trust them. I had enough. “ Amelia all but hissed as she gathered few possessions and clothing for herself while her sons are doing the same. 

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@vespertinum​ said:  ☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some?

So, these are all 100% my own HCs, BUT... One of Jeremy’s ears is definitely pierced. During the summer before the show started but after the Gilbert parents’ death, he also definitely had his lip pierced for a while, but he took it out and let it heal up because he kept biting it while he was eating, never really getting used to it’s presence in his mouth like he thought he would (something I know from experience - I used to end up biting it ALL THE TIME when I had mine pierced). In SOME verses, I also HC that he had his eyebrow pierced, but not in all of them. But I think those three are really the extent of what Jeremy would ever even want to get pierced, so they’re the only ones he has, or would want to get done.

 ​@vespertinum​​    +   starter call    .  

only      a      few      people      still      littered      throughout      her      gallery.      opening      night      had      gone      well      and      it      was      nearly      drawing      to      a      close.      this      had      been      her      fresh      start      away      from      new      orleans,      away      from      the      drama      of      the      supernatural.      she      had      died      twice      before      escaping      and      she      wouldn’t      allow      herself      to      be      dragged      into      that      world      ever      again.      clutching      her      glass      tighter      she      pulled      herself      into      the      present      as      new      face      caught      her      eye.      ❛      what      brought      you      here      tonight?      ❜      her      head      tilted      her      so      slightly      a      smile      resting      upon      her      lips.      ❛      there      are      still      a      few      pieces      still      available      if      any      caught      your      eye.      ❜

          Curiousity was what would spring to mind, wondering thoughts in search of any strange encounter of any other such being that she may have encountered in her times. Alas, nothing was to be found in the library of a mind she held. This would only heighten her wonder of the man before her. ❛ How strange, I cannot come to a conclusion of what you are. ❜ 

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@vespertinum  ♡'d  for  a  starter  !

she  had  been  caught  red  handed  by  a  stranger ,  again  ! stupid  ,  stupid  girl  !  bloody  hands  smack  hard   against  her  pale  forehead -  stupid ,  stupid ,  STUPID  !  she  should've  lured  the  woman  farther  in  to  the  alleyway ,  but  she  was  hungry.  oh ,  she  was  starving  !  it  had  been  days  since  she  last  ate ,  who  could  blame  her  for  being  impatient  ?  NO  -  it  wasn't  her  fault ! “  she  was  d- d- d'uh- dead  when  i  found  her  !  ”  liar , liar ,  pants  on  fire  !  blood  still  dripped  fresh  and  warm  from  her  chin.  “  d- don't  --  don't ,  don't  look  !  don't  look  !  's fine ,  's  okay  !  p- perhaps  there  was  an  accident ??  ”  maybe  she  could  add  this  stranger  to  her  stash  of  leftovers  ?  yes.  a  perfect  idea  -  how CLEVER !  she'd  just  have  to  draw  him  in  closer .  “  l'uh- look ,  look  !  y'ew  s- s- sss- see  ?  . . c- come  'ere !  ”

📂

Micah’s mom only ever laid hands on Micah once. He was around thirteen at the time and his grandma’s heath was declining so they were visiting her almost daily and it was so goddamn boring. So, one time he asked his mom why they have to keep visiting her.

His mom said something to the effect of, “I don’t love doing this all the time either, but she’s my mother (your grandmother) and she’s reaching the end of her life” to which Micah replies: “Well, why don’t we just kill her already then?”

She slapped him straight across his greasy, pigfucker face.

And Micah was pissy for days after, even after she vehemently apologized. It wasn’t about the slap though (that hardly even redden his cheek). It was that he was offering, what he thought to be, an honest solution to their problem and he got punished for it. He just couldn’t grasp why killing grandma, even when she was already sick and miserable, was a bad thing to do.

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vespertinum replied to your post: //i was gone for like 5 hours and notifications...

it’s tumblr being tumblr again as far as i know ://

//oh okay. i figured as much. so long as it isn’t permanent 

HMM HEY idk if anyone has asked you this yet but pls tell me abt alec’s mom & his relationship with her as a human !!! and then possibly his current perception of her looking back + his views on maternal figures now. does he appreciate them, does he shy away from them, etc??

                            character development  // always accepting *!

first I wanna stop n saw a special thank you to jess who I love and adore beyond the stars. like ur an amazing friend and person but also I got so emo when I saw this bc ur legit the only person who regularly and frequently puts in effort to show me you’re interested in Alec and appreciate him and it genuinely means the world to me. now! mothers.

alec adored his mother. they lived a very simple life back then and so there wasn’t much more to their relationship beyond just loving kindness and a warm home. there concerns barely extended beyond the plot of their very small cottage. he doesn’t remember her beyond the feelings he had for her anymore but he does know that he loved her immensely. he would often wake up early to pick wildflowers for her. she always put the twins to bed even when they were older, making sure they were together and safe before she could sleep. she’d tell them that no matter what they always had each other and they should never hold back on loving on another, never let hate or anger get between them. she’d reassure the twins that the villagers were in the wrong when they persecuted them, but had enough sense to show them how to stay discrete. she didn’t know her husband came from a long line of witches, but she didnt for a second consider rejecting her children for their magic. she loved and fought for them until their dying day. she died being beaten to a bloody pulp by the crowd that strung up and torched her babies in front of her; Alec and Jane saw it happen while they burned. unfortunately Alec has a fresher memory of that than most other thoughts of his mother. the trauma and proximity to his transformation made it easier to remember. beyond this all he has left is the knowledge that he loved her like he does Jane: unconditionally, healthily, properly, truly. she was the only other person he loved. 

looking back, she’s a murky memory. he knows that aro would have seen her in alec’s memory when it was still fresh and because he was a vamp when he saw it, aro can recall it with perfect clarity. he’s asked him to describe her and even depict her in drawings and paintings so he can remember. for a century or two, aro pacified him by telling him that seeing her and holding onto her memory would impede his grieving; of course, this was just his method of letting Alec’s allegiance to anyone outside the volturi decay. but after some time, he did have a portrait of her commissioned, but it never really satisfied Alec. he couldn’t be sure it was accurate and the idea that he couldnt recall her on his own upsets him to this day, he keeps her portrait in his room along with a smaller version on his vanity. its all he has to remember her by beyond vague feelings of unconditional love. her face is lost to him. the only other memories he has is the memory of the night he died (the colors and faces have long bled out) and a memory of lying beside his sister, going to bed with their mother sitting beside them, all three of them laughing.

when it comes to maternal figures, alec doesnt necessarily actively seek them out, but sorta sees them in a lot of the women in his life. this is actually part of why, despite his bisexuality, its hard for him to form romantic connections with women. he so often sees them as maternal figures instead. most notable are the volturi wives. he spends hours of each day in the tower where they’re forced to stay. only Jane spends a similar amount of time with them; everyone else barely visits them. he loves to spend time with them up there and bring them news of the world changing and talk for hours about his practice with the piano and violin, or with hunting/his power, etc. but his favorite activity is when he gets permission to take them out. he will spend hours strolling around the rose gardens, his arm in theirs, and just talk with them. its his favorite place in the world and he loves to be alone with the wives and let them spend a moment of peace with their adoptive son in the gardens. 

when it comes to other mother figures, Alec is very sympathetic and appreciative of them. of all the Cullens, despite having no real interest in her, Alec would probably kill Esme last. knowing she acted as a mother to the others really softens Alec to her but in actuality, its just his unspoken desire that no one else watch their mother be killed as he did. if it ever came down to fighting the cullens, he’d petition aro to kill her last, or only before Carlisle. if it didnt happen that way, he’d blind the ‘kids’. he doesnt do it because its right; he just doesnt like his trauma being repeated. it makes him feel powerless.

tl;dr: Alec has been drinking his Respect Women Juice since 799 ad. and loves his mother like no one else. he sees her in other mothers and has a very high respect and love for mothers but nothing compares to his own mother, or the little memory he has of her.