𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 .

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 ! wasn't he supposed to be some kind of philanthropist ? surely he could treat a guest better than this . loki , meanwhile , was a delight x each arm splayed over the shoulders of young socialites , on one side a young ice - skater , the other a bio - chemist . they're the very image of a host , completely upending the fine event the other was putting on . making it much better , if you ask him .

❝             i'm a wonderful penny .   ❞ bold of tony to assume he could win this argument again . loki'd find their way back , in any case . it was hard to keep them out of his hair when they had their mind set on it . his arms raised in grand gesture , head tilting back to watch tony , their hair flopping ever - so - slightly in the messy style they'd chosen that night . knees spread wide , slouched into the nice couch , the cut of his shirt far too low & smile far too easy : shameless . ❝   imagining thor in skin - tight pants , oh , how scandalous . i'll have you know , he'd rip straight through these . & even if he could squeeze his thighs into them , they'd look nowhere near as good on him as they do me . be honest you're jealous you can't have all of my attention tonight , is that it ?   ❞

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 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ ㅤ*ㅤ UNPROMPTED .  /   𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 .

𝐨𝐡 , 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 . unfortunately , kicking him out wasn't an effective way of keeping the pest at bay . as if tony could truly bar him all access . besides , they were quite certain the man enjoyed at least some part of this . there were loki - specific gadgets being made just for them ! he was enriching tony's routine . he wasn't as fun as loki was at parties these days , anyway .

❝             stark , it's a party , come now .   ❞ the god looked downright devilish in his gala attire . heavily undone emerald shirt , boot - cut slacks that were so tight he was liable to tear out of them . & glitter ? the best kind . magic ; wouldn't leave itself all over the ballroom . ❝   don't be so cruel to your guests .   ❞ uninvited or otherwise .

'i can feel that you know.' metal arm twitches away, if just barely, though he does his best to ignore otherwise, expression hardly registering the other's presence, that he's been touched at all.

𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐭 . palms both lift , immediately , in a show of mock surrender . how was he supposed to know he could feel through the metal shell ? lips purse , perhaps a bit moody about being caught . it wasn't as if they were going to do anything . call it investigation . gaining insight . fucking around & finding out ?

❝             did i hurt the poor thing ? tsk , how dreadful of me . bad loki , bad !   ❞ an overdramatic smack of fingers on the back of the offending palm . there , punishment served .

a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!

you  weren't  supposed  to  hear  that.

don't  look  at  me  like  i'm  the  only  one  lying.

want  to  tell  them,  or  should  i?

you  think  i  don't  know  what  you  did?

i've  hit  people  for  less.

oh,  i  thought  you  already  knew.

that's  funny,  you  didn't  say  that  last  night.

say  that  again.  i  dare  you.

you  wanna  talk  about  loyalty?

no  offense,  but  if  you're  the  last  to  know,  that's  on  you.

go  ahead  -  pretend  like  it  wasn't  your  idea!

they  deserve  to  know  the  truth.

you  didn't  hear  this  from  me,  but  -

oh,  so  now  you  care?

don't  flatter  yourself.  you  were  just  convenient.

you  crossed  a  line.

we  had  bets  on  how  long  it  would  last.

it's  not  even  a  secret  anymore.

you  don't  get  to  cry  about  it  now.

touch  me  again  and  see  what  happens.

say  it  again.  louder  this  time.

you  really  thought  nobody  would  find  out?

don't  act  so  innocent.

okay,  but  am  i  the  villain  for  laughing?

tell  me  who  else  knows.  right  now.

this  whole  time,  and  you  didn't  say  a  word?

don't  act  brave  now.

you're  really  gonna  do  this  here?

it  wasn't  supposed  to  get  this  far!

you  can't  rewrite  history.

oh,  i'd  never  say  it  to  their  faces.

it  was  supposed  to  stay  between  us.

we're  all  thinking  it,  i  just  said  it.

you're  not  as  untouchable  as  you  act.

do  you  even  feel  guilty?

they  warned  me  about  you.

go  ahead,  make  it  worse.

if  you  repeat  this,  i'll  deny  everything.

the  next  thing  out  of  your  mouth  better  be  an  apology.

you're  about  three  seconds  away  from  regretting  this.

you  keep  pushing,  and  i'll  push  you  back.

they're  going  to  find  out.

one  more  lie,  and  i  walk.

they're  lying  to  you.

you  need  to  back  off.  now.

you're  defending  them?  after  everything?

don't  try  to  hide  it.

tell  me,  was  i  just  a  placeholder?

you  really  think  sorry  fixes  this?

there's  nothing  left  to  say.

don't  act  like  you're  the  one  hurting.

i  don't  owe  you  any  explanation.

whatever  helps  you  sleep  at  night.

you  should've  seen  this  coming.

i  hope  it  was  worth  it.

i  told  the  truth.  just  not  all  of  it.

you'll  miss  me  before  i  miss  you.

smile.  you're  ruining  the  mood.

i'd  watch  that  tone  if  i  were  you.

it's  not  my  fault  you  believed  me.

you  have  such  a  talent  for  pretending  you're  innocent.

we  both  know  this  is  over.

i  never  said  i  was  a  good  person.

prompts for characters getting to know each other.

“i don't think you realize how much people notice you.”

“you don't seem particularly trusting. then again, maybe neither am i.”

“you have a habit of appearing at interesting moments.”

“you strike me as someone who trusts their gut. am i wrong?”

“i've noticed you always leave before everyone else.”

“i think you enjoy keeping people guessing.”

“you seem restless.”

“it's strange how you can be surrounded by people and still feel alone.”

“have i ever told you that you're difficult to read?”

“you look like you haven't slept.”

“you know this place well enough that i'm starting to wonder if you've always lived here.”

“do you ever worry about the kind of person you're becoming?”

“i've known a lot of people. none of them were quite like you.”

“i can't decide whether people truly change, or if they just become better at hiding parts of themselves.”

“i had the strangest dream last night. do you remember yours when you wake up?”

“the more i get to know you, the more i keep noticing little similarities between the two of us.”

“i didn't realize you'd remember that.”

“most people seem uncomfortable with silence. i never minded it much.”

“you seem to know more than you're saying.”

“you seem comfortable on your own. i wonder if that's the same thing as never feeling lonely.”

“do you always look this serious?”

“you're easier to talk to than i expected.”

“i've always thought trust is harder to earn than people pretend.”

“you always seem to be watching.”

“i think you've been avoiding me.”

“you're not at all what i thought you would be.”

“whenever i ignore my instincts, i end up regretting it. what about you?”

“i wasn't expecting to run into you again.”

“i can't tell if you're someone who enjoys solitude or just tolerates it.”

“i know it sounds childish, but i can't help believing some people are meant to find one another.”

“you make a terrible liar.”

“you don't strike me as the sort of person people forget.”

“i think people underestimate you.”

“i can't decide whether you're charming or frustrating.”

“i don't think i've seen you smile before.”

“i wasn't sure you'd come.”

“it's a little strange. i think i've started looking forward to seeing you.”

“sometimes i wonder if we ever really know anyone.”

“you're surprisingly good company.”

“i think most people would like to believe they're good. i'm not sure it's always that simple.”

“i think being truly understood is a far rarer thing than people realize.”

“i don't usually tell people this...”

hunting

          when carlisle hunts, the difference in the regular hunt is very, very noticeable. something i love about vampire fiction is the straight-up violence and gore, so this is also kind of self-indulgent, but also i think makes sense. in order to perfect his hunting, carlisle had to adjust to his prey, and since he hunts a lot of various prey, his styles are incredibly flexible. 

          while hunting for deer, or other smaller prey, carlisle relies heavily on his speed, knowing that it really won’t take too much brute strength to seal the kill. the most important part is being able to track silently, and run fast. he’s had to refine himself to a very graceful, very traditional style that likely resembles other vampires more closely, with his motions being very well-thought out and executed with intent.

carlisle’s childhood. tw: maternal death, misogyny, abuse, religion, blasphemy, religious persecution +      

          since his mother (agnes) had passed away during labor, his father (tobias) considered it a failure on his mother’s part, who had great distrust in the health and bodies of women. [1]  due to his class-status, he raised carlisle alone, but it wasn’t long since birth that carlisle was put to work. by the time he reached age four, though he had never received formal education in reading and writing, he was put to work in the clergy. as a young boy, he helped memorize the forms of service of the church, and serve his pastor father. he was kept from other children, in hopes that it would keep him “safe” for his father. and after he had become old enough, at the age of twelve, father tobias finally introduced him formally to the hunt.

          carlisle never really agreed with his father in the beginning, and had already begun to doubt the religion he taught. though he was barred from most routes of education, and had little ability to learn for himself due to his class, he already knew that there had to be more to the gospel than what his father preached. but the only literature he had ever known was their books of prayer, and only delivered from his father’s mouth. when he was finally brought into the world his father had lived in, exorcisms and trials by fire, vast eliminations of the inhumane, suddenly his father’s anger seemed even more fierce. for years, he was taught the ways of the church’s taskhandlers, those that went out to hunt down the demons of the world. 

carlisle’s history: degree from florence, degree from oxford, degree from pennsylvania, degree from new york; practice license in new york, england, italy, wisconsin, alaska, montana, etc. ii haven’t even thought about all of carlisle’s degrees and accolades yet and he doesn’t always save them because thats a lot to explain [caps not saved.]

pre-turning: edward and rosalie have graduated high-school. esme has a teaching license. (also goes on to earn two degrees, art and architecture, and is said to have also studied photography) [2 caps + 3 caps]

1936, forks: first high-school degrees since turning [3 caps]

1940s: another high-school degree [3 caps]

1950s: another high-school degree, and first round of college [ed, rose, em, al, jas all x2; 10 caps]

1960s: another round of high-school + more college [all x2; 10 caps]

1970s: another round, no college [all x1; 5 caps]

1980s: in canada. another round, + college + edward and rosalie in med school [all x1, ed, rose x2 more; 9 caps]

1990s: alaska. another round [5 caps]

2004: forks graduation [5 caps; bella’s goes to charlie]

degree and licensing specific timeline.

1760s.  carlisle earned his first degree from oxford, after apprenticing and studying under physicians in england. he practiced general medicine, dentistry, and even mortuary sciences during this time.

1770s.  carlisle earned a practice license in pennsylvania after arriving in the colonies.

1780s.  he worked as a war-doctor during the revolutionary war.

1783.  at the end of the war, he receives a medical license for rhode island, and establishes his first private practice in general physicianry.

1795.   carlisle earns another medical degree in louisiana, and works as a professor at another university for some time. he also practices medicine at the college hospital.

1820.  he works for some time in france, illegally.

1860s.  carlisle has spent several decades studying medicine from eastern europe, all the way through china and india. he receives no degrees, but learns an immense amount.

1880s.   he returns to france and earns a medical degree and license to practice from university. 

1890s.   carlisle returns to america, and attends medical school in massachusetts, before earning licenses in massachusetts and ohio, when he moves there, he works as a general physician. this is where he meets esme for the first time.

1910s.   carlisle is used to moving without legal documents. he takes up hospice care, where he treats edward and his mother elizabeth.

1920s.   carlisle forges his first degree to earn his license in wisconsin, where he meets esme again when working as a mortician.

1930s.   living in canada, he attends medical school again, and earns a degree in intensive care. he receives a national license in canada.

1936.   carlisle practices without a license in forks for the first time.

1940 - 1950s.   without a need to remain in one place, carlisle uses money from his savings to support them for some time as esme, edward, and rosalie receive their first college degrees. he has to forge esme’s high-school diploma.

1960 - 1970s.   carlisle attends medical school again, earning yet another degree before beginning to practice in north dakota.

1970 - 1980s.   he repeats this process in montana.

1980 - 1990s.   when the cullens find themselves in alaska, carlisle forges documents for his medical licensing in alaska. this is the same time that he begins rebuilding their home in forks.