-- The Cullens, 1921 (Colorized)
Wait...I just remembered that in the 16th and 17th centuries, kids were mostly named after their godparents. Having children named after respected godparents, especially those of means, was widely practised in early modern English society as a way to cultivate patronage ties and curry favour. Carlisle's parents probably hated the name to guts but had to write a letter saying, "which moved mee to make this suyt to yowr honor to be pleasd to be his godfather that hee may bear yowr name”
Okay, but can we talk about Carlisle also doing the exact same job as a therapy dog at the hospital as a piece of eye candy? Being the reward for the patient for getting up and moving, distracting them from any pain or discomfort by giving them something else to focus on...
Thinking about the parallel between Edbella and Carlesme's stories once more. People tend to idealize the paths not taken. For Carlesme, an alternative path was vividly shown to them, reminding them how agonizingly close they came to potentially greater happiness if circumstances were slightly different.
They used to think that two vampires falling in love and sharing eternity was the perfect ending and had no trouble accepting the fact that their past encounters were necessary to ultimately lead them together. However, after seeing Renesmee, they would forever lament not meeting just a little earlier - months or even days before Esme's suicide attempt - when fate had already brought them to the same town. In that case, they could have had the chance to fall in love while she was still human and he was already a vampire. Knowing of the existence of vampire hybrids, every time they enjoy the pleasures of their big family, they are always reminded that happiness was allegedly within their grasp, just one step away, before fate intervened again. So cruel.
Carlisle's father: You're the weirdest of all my children.
Carlisle: I'm your only child, Dad.
I was wondering, have you ever drawn newborn Carlisle?
Thanks for this! ❤️I had this idea about drawing newborn Carlisle leaning over the river to touch his scattered human reflection in the water for years. But I was too lazy to actually draw it😅 Maybe I'll do it after I finish my current wip!
Just realized that Carlisle and Esme, being the most gentle ones, likely because they had been hurt the most. Their exceptional tenderness and hyper-sensitivity could partly be the outcomes of struggling to recognize their own emotions and subconsciously externalizing the self-care they need.
Guys I created Carlisle and Esme chatbots on Character ai!!
I'm still gradually incorporating more details (especially those relat to other novel characters and plots) and debug.
Pls feel free to try this out. And here are some test run results.
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Carlisle Cullen (c.1640-1663)
Carlisle‘s father was his only family. His mother died giving birth to him. An Anglican pastor, Carlisle‘s father was a crusader against evil, leading hunts through London and the surrounding areas for witches, werewolves, and vampires. Self-righteous and compassionless, Carlisle‘s father caused many innocent people to be burned. When he grew too old, he put Carlisle in charge of these raids. When a thirsty vampire did emerge, he attacked the hunters. Two were killed and Carlisle was wounded.
He Wanted to Grasp the Wind
Summary:
Carlisle's first birthday after Esme joined his life in 1921.
Ao3 here
“For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also”—Matthew 6:21
18 October 1921
[Carlisle’s POV]
Carlisle carefully touched the small shelf with his fingertips, the yellow paint on it finally dry. He had spent an entire day trapped in the tool shed, making it for Esme.
That tool shed with only one small window had once been Carlisle's haven. He used to rush frantically toward its deep brown wooden door, its walls splotched with grey having soaked up his thoughts, his anger, his sadness. He would pick up a piece of wood, but often without thinking he would cut it into the rough shape of a cross, the only habit he got from his father. He had carved other objects too - a few wooden lotuses, a small Jesus and the animals from the manger at his birth, human-shaped figures that he could not tell were meant to be male or female. But he found that it was only when making the simplest crosses that he was able to exclude all distracting thoughts, not thinking about how to carve, letting his fingers guide him and ultimately achieving absolute tranquillity.
His crosses, the plants, figurines, and animals he had carved were all placed on shelves, covered in layers of cloth, coated in dust. He had never intended to show them to anyone, never considered letting anyone appreciate them, not even himself a second time - they were not good enough to be called artworks nor created for the purpose of art. Once he finished a piece, he would set it on the shelf and re-cover it with cloth. The raising and settling of dust, drifting in the faint light coming through the window, occasionally sparkling, but he had never thought to deliberately brush that dust away.
Gradually, Carlisle realized he no longer seemed to need the comfort of the tool shed as much. When he had things on his mind, when he remembered parts of the past, when he had a difficult day, he no longer wanted to hide away in the tool shed. He only wanted to follow Esme's scent and voice, when he was gently touched, when surrounded by her warm fragrance, he knew he had already reached his haven.
But he would still occasionally retreat to the tool shed at the forest's edge, if he was too weary to protect his private thoughts in front of Edward, if his longing for Esme was too intense. He felt ashamed and desperate about hiding this way, but the more he thought about it, the more that wooden door seemed to take on a certain magic calling him to approach.
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Traits of the 16 personalities
This is patient information from a 17th-century astrological medical case book, it reads "Anno 1578 27 July Sunday p m 30 p[ost] 9 Nata erat Frances H in Com’ Dors[et]."
Carlisle knows not only the date of his birth but perhaps, better than the rest of his family, knows the exact time of the birth, given the prevalence of astrology in folk beliefs.
A random headcanon: Carlisle and Esme are equally perfectionist and competitive. When their kissing, tickling, and whispering gross the others out, Emmett saves the day with Overcooked.
All Carlisle & Esme scenes in the novels and the movies in one picture:
Just came across a letter written around 1628, in which a man is trying to console his grieving friend: "We do but borrow Children of God, to lend them to the world, and when I lend the world a daughter in marriage or lend the world a son in a profession, the world does not always pay me well again; my hopes are not always answered in that daughter or that son. But, of all that I lend to, the Grave is my best paymaster. The Grave shall restore me my child..."
Aah, the Carlisle's father's vibes! After Carlisle went missing, did Pastor Cullen think his rebellious son had finally left him? How did he spend the days after that? Would he write to his friend saying similar things that the loss is temporary, even though devastating, but in death, you will be together again? Except he didn't know that death would separate them forever.