𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐮𝐬' 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 : Classic, Militaristic, Expensive.
𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘉𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝗖𝗮𝗶𝘂𝘀 Caius was born 1350BC in Greece, both his mortal and immortal life has been spent as a soldier. To him, the law is everything; and he does not give second chances to those who tarnish The Volturi's good name. While not gifted like his two brothers, he has clawed himself to the top through hard work and strategic thinking. A feared general that has led The Volturi's forces into every great battle they have ever won.
Marcus & his Lover: “I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and we have suffered enough” ― Seventy Years of Sleep
𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬’ 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 : Comfortable, Classic & Regal
𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: 𝘛𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰-𝘈𝘮𝘪𝘳 𝘔𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝘂𝘀 Marcus was born 1400BC in Greece, despite being the youngest physically he is the eldest of him and his two brothers. He discovered his gift of bond sight early on and has used it to his advantage ever since. He greatly admired Aro's vision for the future, and fell in love with Didyme; hoping for an eternity filled with light and peace. However, tragedy struck; and since then he has been a solemn king performing his duties out of obligation to his coven. A once fearsome king that experienced the greatest love of all time, and lost it.
𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙖: The seat of power and influence over vampire kind for over a millennia.
Not every story is about seeing yourself in it. Sometimes it’s about learning to see other people too.
Late Victorian and Edwardian fashion in portraits by Giovanni Boldini (Italian, 1842-1931)
i don’t think there’s anything funnier than saying “god forbid women do anything” in response to women doing the most objectively horrifying actions possible.
love when you stop a cat from doing something and instead of understanding that they shouldnt be doing that theyre just like. ah sorry my good sir you seem to have interrupted me. no worries let me just shimmy past you and get a taste of that pan of hot oil. please.
the idea that your friends won't like you if you're too weird is wrong for example one time I told a friend whenever I was losing my mind I laid down on the floor under my desk and stared at it until I was better and next time she visited me she taped a bag of salami snacks to the underside of my desk with a message saying "going insane all by yourself, handsome?" which I only saw months later when I had a breakdown. that's friendship.
I am a simple creature you give me a trinket and I cherish it for the rest of my life
unpopular opinion maybe but waking up to rain on a quiet weekend is quite literally the most magical thing in the world
𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 — resourcefulness, ambition, determination, self-preservation, fraternity, cleverness: these cunning folks use any means to achieve their ends. ( birthday gift for @rhaeanyra ♡ )
Source: lahnister
oh to be a statue of a goddess covered in moss, somewhere in the garden of the enchanted ruins the castle left behind, for birds to take rest on my shoulders and for animals to sleep in front of my feet, for no ordinary humans to be reached
probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.