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park-jimin-isnt-real · 10 months

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"dusk" masterlist

pairing(s): yoongi x reader (endgame); kai (exo) x reader; kai x oc (endgame); side namhope, jinkook, vmin rating: PG-16 genre: twilight au, urban fantasy(ish) romance current total wc: n/a

summary: When you moved to Forks, Washington, you only expected awkward conversations with your adopted sister's biological father and a lot of rain. You did not expect to see the love of your life walk through the high school cafeteria doors - especially when you thought he died back in 1918. But Yoongi doesn't remember you, and believes you to be fully human. With the seemingly endless amount of danger coming your way, how long can you keep the act up?

tw: angst, depression, suicide attempt, violence, fights, murder, blood drinking, liar revealed storyline, fluff & crack, yoongi and a piano, mint yoongi, so many kpop groups and soloists, chaotic taehyung, covering twilight-new moon-eclipse, i am not touching breaking dawn, nearly everyone goes by their real name not their stage name ~ this will be updated as the series goes on!

read on ao3 ~ read on wattpad character profiles playlist ~ faq moodboards ~ characters ~ pt.1 main masterlist

act i ~ dusk

prologue: when dusk falls ~ one: and they were roommates ~ two: just another fucking monday

three: they always say 'i can explain!' but they never get the chance to ~ four: in case you haven't noticed, i'm weird. i'm a weirdo. ~ five: rule #1: the doctor lies

six: get in loser, we're going shopping ~ seven: hi, welcome to chili's ~ eight: my brand of heroine

nine: "be myself", what kind of garbage advice is that? ~ ten: late-night interview with a vampire ~ eleven: and then i didn't

twelve: the iconic baseball scene ~ thirteen: there's only one snacc here and it's me ~ fourteen: how to run from the mess you've made

fifteen: not everywhere you fit in is where you belong ~ sixteen: was that the bite of '87?! ~ seventeen: it's just a flesh wound

act ii ~ dark

eighteen: and you did it at my birthday dinner ~ nineteen: as if i never existed ~ twenty: don't cry, craft!

twenty-one: it is wednesday my dudes ~ twenty-two: top 10 anime betrayals ~ twenty-three: take a number

twenty-four: at least there's a dog ~ twenty-five: wishful thinking, mindless dreaming ~ twenty-six: a world so dark

twenty-seven: so maybe i'm not okay ~ twenty-eight: v is for validation ~ twenty-nine: we could be

thirty: my past, my future, my hell ~ thirty-one: now would be a good time to be anyone but me ~ thirty-two: orpheus and eurydice

twenty-three: late-night interview with a half-vampire ~ thirty-four: feel my wrath and extreme self-doubt ~ thirty-five: how to be a failure 101

act iii ~ dawn

thirty-six: oh my god they were roommates ~ thirty-seven: howdy-do, fellow kids ~ thirty-eight: it's murder time

thirty-nine: the fine art of bullshit ~ forty: hey guys, i'm really trying here ~ forty-one: alexa, intruder alert

forty-two: thanks, i hate it ~ forty-three: you, bulletproof, in black like a funeral ~ forty-four: prom (an important high school rite of passage)

forty-five: there's no 'i' in 'justice league' ~ forty-six: the blood on your hands ~ forty-seven: probably unethical experimentation

forty-eight: i promise to love you forever ~ forty-nine: late-night interview with a werewolf ~ fifty: murder time is now almost exclusively the time, always

fifty-one: for what it's worth ~ fifty-two: t.g.i.f. ~ epilogue: dawn was breaking

#bts #bts vampire au #bts fic #bts writing #bts angst #bts crack #bts fluff #yoongi x reader #yoongi fic #masterlist #dusk

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panlight · 1 year

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From what I see, in Breaking Dawn, imprinting was SMeyer’s way of tying everything up in a neat little bow. Ended the possibility of a love triangle, kept Jacob in the story, and Renesmee will grow up and have a man just waiting to marry her (ick but moving on). Everyone gets a happy little love story and everyone is technically immortal so they get a happy forever after.

But now that I know imprinting was in Forever Dawn, I’m wondering why it was there in the first place. I can see her keeping it to the everything up well, but I’m wondering what the original thought process was, as Jacob was just a character who had one role and that was to push the plot. So why include him?

My take is that she was already in the planning phase of New Moon, so Jacob may have been on her mind. She knew it would always be Edward, but maybe she wanted that guarantee that no one could claim that Jacob would imprint on Bella. Interested to hear your take on why it happened in Forever Dawn.

That's the issue, right? What's the point of the imprint in Forever Dawn?

It's not to tie up a love-triangle; there isn't one. Jacob is just a family friend with a minor crush. With no New Moon, he and Bella never grew close.

It's not to keep the Cullens in Forks; Jacob only sees Renesmee and imprints on her at Charlie's house when Bella is visiting. So Charlie is still in Bella's life without Jacob being involved at all, unlike in Breaking Dawn.

It's not keep to the wolves from killing the vampires; as mentioned above, in Forever Dawn, Jacob only imprints weeks after Nessie is born. And the person who claims to have read Forever Dawn at the Library of Congress says the wolves knew about the pregnancy but didn't really care.

So then, what was the point?!

I guess we have to look at SM's stated inspiration for imprinting:

Imprinting was inspired by two different sources: ducklings and dragons. Imprinting actually exists in nature, but usually between parents and their offspring. I saw a nature documentary about ducklings imprinting on their moms and it always stuck with me. The other inspiration is Anne McCaffrey’s dragon books (which, if you haven’t read them, do so now! Start with Dragonflight). In her mythology, humans and dragons bond so tightly that if one of them dies, the other either suicides or goes mad. They love each other with an absolute and unreasoning love that never falters or changes. I was always captivated by this concept, and I wanted to explore that kind of life-changing and compulsory relationship.

And then this, where she mentions she always knew Jacob's "eventually happy ending."

I wrote New Moon and Eclipse after I wrote Forever Dawn, which is pretty much the rough draft of Breaking Dawn. So I always knew Bella’s destiny was with Edward, and as her relationship with Jacob evolved and deepened through the course of the middle novels, writing about it was sometimes painful. Even knowing Jacob’s eventual happy ending, it was hard to put him through all the heartbreak.

So, I mean, I don't know??? It kind of feels to me that she just liked Jacob and wanted to keep him in the story somehow, but Bella and all the Cullens were already paired off so oh hey how about the baby? Allegedly in Forever Dawn it is spelled out that imprinting is how the shapeshifters find their mates. :/

#asks #i will die on the hill that SM *likes* Jacob #and doesn't see anything wrong with how she wrote him #WE see it #she doesn't

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ajstudio · 24 days

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Abridgecard finds Cocaine Bear.

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Alucard is getting the hang of the changes in society after rematerializing back into existence. While paying a visit to the Goodwill store Abridged Alucard finds a unique little gem.

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Abridgecard: Why are we here? There's a Michael's on the other side of this place.

Persephone: They are closed due to inventory. While it breaks my heart that one of my favorite stores is closed I would be passing up an opportunity to repurpose some old goodwill rags into some real gems. There's nothing better than getting some good fabric for a steal!

Abridgecard: What about Hobby Lobby? Don't they sell fabrics? Or did they stop while I was gone?

Persephone: Oh, no. They still sell fabrics. I'm just checking here first before I go there since I know I'll be there longer.

Abridgecard: Ah!

Persephone: My cousin's art teacher found this expensive blouse for $5. I found some workout pants from Glein Clein for $6 a pair when they'd be worth $50 if I bought them online. And when I am not looking for clothes to wear I find clothes made of good material I can use to make purses, shirts, and pants. I even made my prom dress out of clothes from the Goodwill store in my area.

Abridgecard: *reacts to some of the items at the store as he makes his way to the section with the VHS, DVDs, Blu-rays, and videogame *Can-can girl teapot, Pig Cleaning Lady Cookie Jar, The Muppets plush dolls, Pacman arcade game, pictures, Sophia (Golden Girls) Bust Bank, a hippo Bhuda statue doing yoga, grinning mugs, and a duck wearing a pope hat*

Abridgecard: Oh, Vampire Knight. Of course, they would be in a Goodwill store because no one wants to keep those books any more than their Twilight novels. OH, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! It's Twilight! Let's see. We have one. Two. Three copies of Twilight. Four Eclipses. Two Breaking Dawns. And one New Moon. Any me novels? Hey, it's the untitled goose game for the Switch. *Turns around to find a Pacman arcade game* Oh, that's so cool- Aw, it's not working!

Old Lady: The Pacman Game? I wanted it for my laundry mat to entertain my customers but the people that work here say it's not working.

Abridgecard: Wait! Wait! Wait a minute! Why donate it if it's not working?

Old Lady: Decoration, maybe? Someone might want it for their man cave. Or gamer cave. I don't know what gamers call their gaming room these days.

Abridgecard: Huh? What's this? *looks at the case and reads the title* Cocaine Bear? *snickers* Are you fucking real!? Is it about a bear doing drugs? *reads the back* 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Oh, fuck! This shit sounds hilarious! Oh, shit! I left my wallet at home! *spots Persephone at the checkout counter*

Goodwill Employee: Would you like to make a donation to St. Jude's Children's Hospital?

Persephone: Yes, please.

Goodwill Employee: Oh, you have three DVDs. Is there another one you'd like? It's buy three get one free.

Abridgecard: *slaps the DVD on the counter* I will have this one!

Persephone: 🤭😂😂🤭 (He timed that perfectly.)

Abridgecard: Please do this for me. I left my wallet at home.

Persephone: What did you pick? *looks at the cover* Oh, my goodness!

Abridgecard: *bends over to whisper in her ear* We are watching this tonight.

Persephone: Did you check to see if the disc is *opens the case* Oh! The disc is inside case.

Abridgecard: Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?

Persephone: Sometimes people will donate the case without double-checking if the disc is inside. I learned this the hard way with a Celine Dion album that was missing the CD.

Goodwill Employer: That happens a lot here.

Persephone: Or the case might have the wrong item inside. I bought a copy of a game my friend lost only to find out last minute the case contained a completely different disc inside.

Abridgecard: What was the game?

Persephone: I wanted to get Warriors Orochi for the PS2 for my cousin. But the case contained a Dora game for the Wii.

Abridgecard and Goodwill Employer: Ooooooo!

Goodwill Employer: It wasn't even for the right console!

Abridgecard: You know what. I think some kid might swapped the game out of the case with his sister's and taken off with it.

Goodwill Employer: Oh, that's probably what happened.

Abridgecard: Also, why don't you just double-check the cases before putting them on the shelves?

Goodwill Employer: I don't know, but I guess I could make a habit of it starting now. I'll check once someone takes over my shift.

Abridgecard : Hey, here's an idea. Why don't you just take all the mismatched games and movies, hand them out on April Fools Day, and tell everyone there're mystery boxes?

Persephone: Or you could just sell the cases themselves and sell the games and DVDs separately? But what you could put them in if they don't have a case?

Old Lady: Would you hurry it up? I've been waiting here for fifteen minutes already!

Persephone: Oh, I'm sorry! I'll be done right this instant. *hands over Cocaine Bear to the Goodwill Man* I'll be taking this.

Abridgecard: I also want this. *sets down the pope duck*

Persephone: Oh, it's cute! Did you name him yet? *hands the duck to the cashier and then realizes Alucard could've just warped back home to get his wallet*

As Alucard and Persephone leave the checkout counter, Alucard notices an old woman handing the cashier a DVD called The Diary of an Angry Black Woman with an old black African woman on the cover.

Abridgecard: The Diary of an Angry Black Woman? I wonder who passed off the old lady.

Persephone: Oh, did you see another movie you wanted to watch?

Abridgecard: Nah! Just looking at the stuff the old laundry mat lady bought.

Persephone: You know, I've seen that movie, the sequels, and the plays.

Abridgecard: Really?

Persephone: Oh, yes. My friends and I used to watch them. The first two movies were a big part of our teenage years. They were hilarious, but the scriptwriter Tyler Perry, who also plays Madea the old black woman on the cover, isn't afraid to tackle the touchy issues that an older generation would just try to swipe under the rug.

Abridgecard: Oh!

Persephone: To best describe Madea in a way you would understand, Alucard, if I had to pick a spirit animal for you Madea would be the perfect choice.

Abridgecard: Oh, now I need to see this movie! *pulls out Cocaine Bear* Right after we watch this!

Persephone: Well, the good thing is I already own most of the DVDs. My favorites are Boo 1 & 2, the Christmas Specials, and Madea Goes to Jail.

Abridgecard: Well, I guess it was bound to happen.

Persephone: I just want to give you a heads-up about the Madea movies. Despite what the trailers and covers may imply, the movies also focus on a family member of Madea's or someone she'll meet later on and the challenges they face. Madea can be a bit of a troublemaker and probably should have been locked up a long time ago. But just like a good family elder, she offers guidance when they need it. She's kinda like you.

Abridgecard: Are you saying I should be in jail?

Persephone: I wasn't trying to imply that. But realistically, the inmates wouldn't be safe with you. You would probably be put in solitary confinement.

Abridgecard: That's not nice.

Persephone: I'd come visit you.

Abridgecard: But would you break me out?

Persephone: No.

Abridgecard: Ow!

Persephone: But I could afford it I'd bail you out and I'd visit you until I could.

Abridgecard: And with that, you're forgiven.

Persephone and Alucard spent two hours indulging in their leisure activities. Persephone spent her time examining fabrics and restocking her art supplies, while Alucard followed her around with two garden gnomes. They then had a double movie night where they watched Cocaine Bear and Madea Goes to Jail. While watching the movies, Alucard was reminded of his past experiences of hijacking lifting cranes while performing his crazy antics.

#hellsing #alucard #persephone #Vlad Alucard #Abridgecard #Aridged Vlad Alucard #Persephone Anastasia Phoenix #Mercy Eleanor Zuckerman #Cocaine Bear #Hellsing Ultimate Abridged #Madea Simmons #Mabel Simmons #Tyler Perry

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bougainvillea-and-saltwater · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday!

I was tagged by the lovely @blossom-adventures (thank you very much for this 💖💖💖) to share a bit of chapter 18 of TPATD, which is in its very Early Stages, but I needed something like this tag game to write a little more...

(a little tw for child neglect here...)

His last recollection of home, is this. And as much as he thought he had shoved it so deep within himself that if one were to scatter even his merest atom across the universe, this recollection would be nowhere to be found, now Miraak realizes otherwise. Because now, this dream is even clearer than a memory: his mother's raw cries cracking in her throat into a heart-wrenching wail—you cannot let them have him! He is our son, our own flesh and blood!—her frantic hands tightly folding at the lapel of the man's shirt, yanking him back and forth; this unfeeling, inhumane man, who Miraak will regard nor mouth out as a father of his, not anymore and never again—not when his palm opened and bent from the weight of a pouchful of cold, yellow pennies that he couldn't have earned, not even with three winters' work, and not when, apathetic, calm, he answers his mourning wife, "I will no longer strive to feed the mouth of a boy cursed and twisted by the Gods themselves. And I'll be damned before I call him a son of mine. I don't know whose blood carries, but it is not my own."

In his entire life, Miraak never learned why this man despised his own scion so much; until the moment when for the first time, he uttered his despicable thoughts aloud. At this moment, Miraak understands that the so-called curse of the Gods upon him is naught but unfortunate luck, an old nan's saga—for Miraak was born under an eclipse, a Black Sun, and Nirn itself wavered that day. Flora ceased growing and fell dormant, the dawn birds stopped chirping, the nocturnal creatures aroused, and the Sea of Ghosts flooded its tide. And so, by his first breath on the world, his mother figured the name she would bestow upon him: Fenrir, a giant wolf of divine blood, from an Atmoran myth forgotten, hated and feared by the Gods for his chaotic and destructive nature, a fateful threat to their power and authority. Therefore, they decided to chain and suppress him forever, until the day his buried fury shall spill, he shall break his invincible bonds and swallow the very sun, like a moon in a solar eclipse...

A broken sob—Mother! Please, help me!—only comes out of his mouth then, as every emotion slowly abandons his body, and he struggles to rush to her side, protect himself inside her desperate, wide-spread embrace, prevent his own abandonment, fill his heart's emptiness. But Miraak is in a nightmare, and within nightmares, no one can run. Ηe solely stands there, frozen and numb beneath grips made of steel, as his mother's threnody becomes a grief-stricken ululation that echoes across the land. Until the masked men command—take your Mistress and go, peasant; your duty here is done. Move your legs now, boy. Your destiny lies elsewhere—and after their austere mandates, he never sees her again; Mother and Atmora exist no more, neither in his dreams nor anywhere.

Huge blocks of (anguish) texts, as usual, to have something to motivate me to write more, since I'm a bit fried with academic stuff. And speaking of Academic Struggles, I'll tag @miraakulous-cloud-district to this, to give her much love and motivation to share something of her own WIP! 🥰

#the priest and the dragoness #miraak #skyrim fanfiction #my poor blorbo #so hurt...#my writing

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edwardssnail · 11 months

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I don't think I've told you about my twilight phase but I'm always so tickled you're a twilight account. when I was like 12 or 13 I did have the phase. this was a time that was not good for me though my family was at a really shitty church sometimes I would unironically wear a khaki skirt and blue shirt and be like "omg just like Bella." I shudder to look back on it. and I remember that was when the midnight sun partial draft was floating around and on smeyers website And I read that, but I also read midnight sun fanfiction. And I'm not sure whether it was a fanfiction or my own demented imagination (probably the former) but I confused canon with that for the longest time I had a very clear memory of midnight sun's ending. Which yk didn't actually exist. I'm a little fuzzy on the details but now but I do remember it having different plot points than the actual ending and I was a little sad when I read midnight sun and that didn't happen. Do you think Smeyer could have written twilight if she wasn't Mormon and it just would've been different or do you think the Mormonism was a vital component in creating the disasterpiece that it is.

Haha I'm glad you appreciate it because sometimes it's SO cringy having to respond to things on my fuckvictorvale account from my twilight blog. So it makes me feel better that someone has seen my main and related

The khaki skirt outfit is so iconic, I wish it was in the movies. AND EDWARD'S SLEEVELESS BUTTON UP because wtf is that. I definitely remember when twilight and new moon came out and wanting to wear all of her layered hollister tank tops and long sleeves. Even now, I love looking at all of Bella's outfits. Some of them are really cute

I didn't find out about the midnight sun draft until I was like 21, hadn't thought about twilight in years, but I so vividly remember being in my college apartment, staying up until like 3 am reading it on my phone lmao. Honestly I liked the draft better than the book. Maybe just because it was shorter. Once the book came out, I read about half and gave up because it was just TOO MUCH. Way too much Edward. I'm not an Eddie hater but good god, nobody needs to hear from him that much

Midnight Sun is actually the main reason I made this blog. I had recently read the draft, COVID quarantine had just started and I was in my last semester of undergrad and not doing well lol. I ended up watching Twilight with my roommates and latched onto it again because of nostalgia and then stuck around for the Midnight Sun craziness

At this point, I confuse canon with fan theories and the spin off books/movies all the time. The last time I read Eclipse and Breaking Dawn was the first time I read them... IN 2008. I really don't have a good grasp on what's canon from the books but I'm just here to fuck around

I think the Mormanism is vital but in the worst way. Like it did not benefit the series at all but without it, it would be unrecognizable. And part of the charm of liking Twilight is how cringy some of it is. Half of it doesn't make sense, half of it is extremely questionable , the characters often aren't developed that well. All of Breaking Dawn is just bad. But it's fun! Idk, the weirdness gives it charm. As much as I joke about how bad it is, I do genuinely enjoy it

#thanks for this great ask abby #sorry i took like over a month to answer it #it was long so i wanted to write a good response #ask #evenstarfalls #edwardssnail

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laramngy · 1 year

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04: Twilight Breaking Dawn

Breaking Dawn is the fourth and final installment of Stephenie Meyer's hugely successful Twilight saga. With all of the excitement surrounding the release of Breaking Dawn, I doubt there is anyone on the planet who is unaware of the book's publication. Readers who haven't read any of the previous books in this saga, on the other hand, should avoid starting here because the story continues throughout the series.

Breaking Dawn is the long-awaited and highly anticipated conclusion to Stephenie Meyer's captivating story of vampire Edward and human Bella's impossible romance. Beginnings can be difficult, but with its modern-day fairy tale quality and heart-stopping romance, Twilight got this series off to a fantastic start.

New Moon built on that with Bella and Edward's fragile painful separation and subsequent happy reunion. But the romantic tension that had been driving the story to the heady heights of compelling reading has been lacking since the end of New Moon. As a result, Eclipse was a different novel. It was clear that whatever happened in Eclipse would keep Edward and Bella together forever, and the stresses on their relationship came from outside forces rather than within the relationship itself.

Breaking Dawn is comparable. The romantic tension between Edward and Bella is non-existent. It is clear that whatever happens to them; may it be death, Jacob, mutant vampire baby, their love is unbreakable, and to some extent, this changes the feel of the story, erasing some of Twilight's romantic magic.

If beginnings are difficult, endings are even more so.

Readers have no expectations at the start, but by the end, everyone appears to have an opinion on how they would have finished the book if they were writing it. Because Stephenie Meyer was writing the ending, the resulting story is good and, in my opinion, a fitting conclusion to this fantastic series.

Bella comes into her own in this novel, proving that she is capable of independent thought and action. While the Cullen vampires have always been kind to Bella, it was clear that she was no match for this talented bunch. But Bella's character develops strengths that make her just as unique and talented as the rest of her new family.

Breaking Dawn is a lengthy novel, but it does not feel that way. The plot is well-paced and balanced, with a good mix of exciting supernatural action, character development, and romance. Stephenie Meyer's writing has always been strong in its exploration of love in all of its forms, and Breaking Dawn allows her to examine the relationships between mother and child, father and daughter, husband and wife, and the bonds of friendship.

Breaking Dawn is a different novel, which may disappoint some readers, but not me. I don't want to keep buying the same story over and over with a different title and cover picture as I enjoy seeing the development of the characters as well as the author's writing. Breaking Dawn is more like Eclipse in that Edward and Bella are certain of their love for each other, but outside forces, this time the Volturi, may tear them apart as the story nears its thrilling conclusion.

The only minor complaint I have about this novel is that when it comes to wrapping up the story, every loose end has been neatly tied into a pretty bow, but sometimes it's good to leave something dangling in the breeze. Aside from that, this book is everything I hoped it would be. Breaking Dawn is a must-read for any Stephenie Meyer fan who enjoys the Forks series.

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therealvinelle · 2 years

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The volturi confuses me, bella thinks their evil cause they want her shield, alice and edward powers. Everyone thinks their greedy and killer crazy, but what is the volturi Truly like?

I think they're a necessary evil in a world so brutal that they had to exist in the first place. Aro seems to me like a generous and fair ruler, and his reputation is sullied by characters who have reason to sully his reputation.

The Romanians and Amun are his ancient enemies. Of course they're going to tell anyone who'll listen all the worst things that come to mind. The fact that they don't have much more to throw at Aro than "He turned Jane and Alec! Sure, they can control themselves, but that's completely the same as creating immortal children!" and "He enforces the law!" speaks to there not being a lot of dirt to be had on the guy overall. To put it this way, if he was an evil and mad overlord, then the stories Bella heard would have been a lot worse than "stupid Aro thinks he's so important".

Edward has a gift that gives him the illusion of character insight and is a liar with heavy bias against Aro ever since Aro made himself a threat to Bella remaining human, and he bases all of his prejudice against Aro on surface thoughts he read in the space of a few minutes. If Aro laughed at a cat video, Edward would think Aro intended to employ it as part of a twelve-step plan to destroy the Cullens.

Eleazar I haven't written a full post on why I think he's unreliable. However, he comes across as decidedly unintelligent and easily influenced in his brief Breaking Dawn appearance, a man who wants to be insightful and on the top of every situation. I think it was very easy for him to reframe his recollections of the Volturi in a sinister light, once he was given the right incentive. If you look at only the facts he's relaying (the Volturi would use his gift to recruit gifted guards. Gee, Eleazar, I think we just figured out why you were employed in the first place) then they're neutral.

The one accusation that could hold merit is the accusation that Aro places hits on covens to get their gifts. However, that doesn't really hold up either, at least not if we use the examples provided to us in canon and in the Guide.

Aro set his eyes on Demetri back in the day, so he recruited him. Amun and Kebi, Aro's ancient enemies, were sad. No one died. He set his eyes on Renata, she was recruited, and again - no one died. And her creator actually was toeing the line of the law, Aro could have justified Luca's execution.

Hilda's coven is frequently used as an example of Aro placing out a hit, as they were all killed except Heidi, who was won over with Chelsea. Except, this was in the 16th century and Aro had no Eleazar to tell him there were any gifts in this coven. Why, then, had they attracted his attention? We know that Hilda created a lot of vampires over a short span over time and allowed them to go see their families. She had a coven of five very young vampires living in London.

To me, that's painting a picture of a coven who were guilty of whatever Aro accused them of. (If not: post, post, post going into this in depth. Also, this one, about what it even means to break the law.)

Given that Amun, Kebi, and Luca, each of which Aro had motive to tip into the "frame for crime" bin, all lived, I think the argument that Aro really does spare innocent covens can be defended.

(I'll also make note that, as a human, I can't really bring myself to care about the innocence of these covens. Oh, they killed humans in a less obvious way. Good for them. Aro still saved countless lives by executing them.)

Apart from that, there's Aro phenomenally bad luck. There's the Eclipse debacle, (please just check my tag for that, I'm not typing it all out) and then before the dust can settle Irina marches in and gives him solid evidence the Cullens created an immortal child. He makes to do what must be done, only the Cullens are so suspicious of him that they don't think being innocent will be enough, they gather an army. Now he must bring an army of his own, and thanks to Bella he doesn't get the chance to redeem himself in the Cullens' (and the reader's) eyes. Still, I find his choice to keep silent about Charlie telling of his true intentions that day.

(And yes, Charlie does know too much.)

The result of these lies, the belief that Aro is an unjust ruler, and the mess that is Twilight, is that by the end of the series Aro and the Volturi look bad.

Of course, the Volturi are intended by Meyer to be villains, and indeed many people prefer to view them that way. Good on them, but I find canon doesn't actually support that, for all that it tried to.

#volturi #twilight #twilight meta #twilight renaissance #aro

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musingsofvenus · 3 years

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I know the only time we see Leah and sue together was during the campfire in eclipse and that Christmas scene in breaking dawn but I’m just gonna say it right now

We missed out on mother and daughter moments with sue and Leah. Same thing with Seth and Harry if Harry didn’t die

here's my Off The Rails and Very Long answer that includes a drabble at the end because why not:

We missed those things but at the same time it's really not relevant to Bella's story. Like I know some people say this as a joke, but it's true. The series is written from Bella's perspective so we're only getting details that matter to her AKA what matters to smeyer.

One of the many issues with smeyer's writing is that she introduced sooo many characters that truly have no relevance to the story. She inserts random things about her characters because they're a "fun" concept, but in reality those details don't serve the plot at all, never get unpacked further, and the reader is either left confused or just completely forgets the info. It's like a shiny new toy-- cool in the moment, but likely not useful long term.

If the Clearwaters were removed from the story, would Twilight really be all that different? Nope! So why include those characters and their bizarrely tragic backstories at all?

Harry dies. It's supposed to be sad? But he's hardly mentioned and when he dies it's like he never existed in the first place???? Lol??????????

Leah is the only female shifter, is apparently unable to conceive, and oh, her fiance fell in love with her cousin due to some magical force. To top it all off, she scared her father to death. Literally! Um, what?Ok? And that trauma just never gets expanded on? What did smeyer want us to do with this information? Hello??

Apparently nothing, because the only elaborate information we get about Leah from that point on is that she's bitter and mean because of the imprint between Sam and Emily. Seth is apparently not affected by Harry's death and is still sunshine boy number 2. Not a word about their father ever again. Not a peep about the grieving process for the pack, even though Harry seemed like an integral part of the freaking Council who helped Sam and the other boys when they phased the first time!

Obviously we don't see these things because 1) Bella is grounded after the Italy stunt and 2) even if she wasn't grounded Edward wouldn't let her go to La Push. So even if the grieving and the angst happens on the rez, we would never see it because the series is written from Bella's perspective. The only work around would be Charlie moping around because his best friend died, but Bella's narrative is so hyperfocused on Edward she probably wouldn't notice (AKA smeyer doesn't care).

So then I ask... what did Harry have to die for... why is any of the above information needed.... why was any of that drama necessary....?

IT'S SO RANDOM. ABSOLUTELY RANDOM. Please tell me one good plot reason why any of this stuff happened! We have all of this information and it has nothing to do with anything! None of that gets resolved. It's another weird loose end. If it never happened, the rest of the book/series would be unchanged. Do you see the problem here?

Here's a small-- keyword: SMALL-- detail that would've been some nice foreshadowing with the wolves and not foreshadow Harry's absolutely unnecessary heart attack:

In the books, Bella and Charlie have dinner with the Black's and the Clearwater’s. Leah is glued to the phone the whole time (and is described as beautiful in an exotic way? just go to hell for that steph). This would've been a good opportunity for Bella to, idk, notice that Leah is distressed and quietly ask the table what's going on?

Harry pays extra attention to his plate and says she's having boy troubles. Charlie grumbles something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, "Been there before."

But it's Seth that blurts out, "Sam's been doing this disappearing act lately."

Bella looks up sharply. "Sam? Sam Uley?"

Seth nods eagerly, happy to be part of the conversation again. "He disappeared for a few weeks and returned huge. Like, strongman huge," he says in an awed voice. "And people claim they see him at night sometimes, running around with a few other guys."

"They're not the kind of guys you wanna look up to, Seth," Jacob interrupts with a grim expression.

"But he's always been like my big brother..."

"Was like your big brother. Sam doesn't deserve that kind of attention when he barely sees you anymore. Or me," Leah gripes over her shoulder. Seth stares at his plate with a pout and slumps his shoulder.

"Sam is a good boy and he's doing his best," Harry says firmly.

"You always stick up for him, Dad!" Leah yells, slamming the phone back into the hook. "We were supposed supposed go to UCLA together, remember? Now all he can talk about is tribe pride and his 'duty' to the rez! He did a 180 overnight!"

"Lee..."

"Don't 'Lee' me! Just tell me the truth." Exasperation colors Leah's voice as she glances between Billy and Harry.

Billy's fingers are suddenly busy messing with a tear in the tablecloth. Harry purses his lips and averts his gaze.

"God! The both of you are such liars! I'm freaking out, Sam's mom is worried sick, and you two are colluding together and don't seem to give a damn-"

"Leah Clearwater," Sue snaps.

The entire table seems to straighten under her command bolstered by her stern tone. She says nothing else-- she doesn't need to. Her reprimand, unspoken yet visceral through her flinty gaze, hangs in the air.

Leah's eyes flit between her mother's as moisture begins to cling to her lashes and her lower lip trembles. She takes a final glance around the table before she spins on her heel and disappears from the kitchen. They listen to the sound of her stomping feet and the slam of a door.

Sue sighs, dropping her utensils and wiping her hands on a napkin. "I'll talk to her."

Harry nods. "She just needs some time to cool off-"

"But she's not wrong, Harry. I'd like to know what's going on, too," Sue interrupts, staring Harry down with a severe expression. Bella immediately recognizes that intensity-- Leah gets that look straight from her mother.

When Harry only grimaces, Sue leaves the room with another sigh.

Seth and Harry watch her go with matching wary expressions and only breathe a sigh of relief when the sound of her footsteps hit the stairs.

"Sorry I said anything. I didn't mean to ruin dinner," Bella mumbles. Jacob pats her knee sympathetically under the table.

Harry waves off her apology. "You didn't do anything. She'll feel better once Emily comes down for a visit. Then it'll all blow over."

Bella and Jacob glance at each other with doubtful expressions.

"Mom hasn't looked that scary since you broke the dishwasher," Seth whispers with wide eyes.

Billy chuckles. "That's nothing. She was a force to reckon with in high school."

"Marry the girl who frightens you," Harry says sagely.

Billy makes a sound of agreement. Seth looks appalled.

The tension lifts with their laughter and everyone takes the unspoken cue to continue eating. Sue eventually returns to the kitchen with Leah tucked under her arm. Leah approaches Harry after a nudge from Sue, and she wraps her arms around his shoulders as she murmurs an apology. Harry drops a kiss on the top of her head, and it seems like all is forgiven for now.

But Bella can't help but wonder what's really going on with Sam and the other boys who follow him around. Would she lose Jacob, too, if Sam's expectant looks really mean anything like Jacob fears? When she glances up at Jacob, who stares off to the side with worried expression on his face, she knows he must be wondering the same thing.

Anyways thanks for coming to my TED talk.

#ask #twilight revival #leah clearwater #new moon #yall mind if i scream

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the-most-pathetic-edge-marquis · 2 years

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(Jacobsbadwig) the post got away from me because I’m in the nanowrimo brain but specially about Twilight. A lot of my favorite characters….shouldn’t exist and it’s so complicated. Like I love Jacob…..and all the other homies like Leah and Quil and Embry but like…..honestly the series should have just been Twilight (and breaking Dawn minus the imprint shit) which sucks because I wouldn’t have read the books nor met so many cool people. But New Moon is it’s own thing and then Eclispe is also it’s own lesser thing……and it’s like….bruh. It’s like all of Smeyers books are Aus of her OG dream idea. And as a person who does have vivid life like dreams and uses them for ideas….most of the time it’s just the basic idea and some scenes I’ve dreamt up. And then I actually have to make it coherent because other people aren’t mind readers

literally! i mean, if you look at her writing process, she did not at all intend to write new moon or eclipse. both of those were her publisher being like "hey...this is making a lot of money...and your kinda-sequel thing where bella has a child with edward is a little weird, don't know if we should publish this..." (i can't find it rn but there was an interview where she talks about how she had to fight really hard to get breaking dawn and renesmee published.) she already had breaking dawn written, but she refused to make major changes to that ending, bc it was her dream, so they feel like their own thing because they are! breaking dawn is the direct continuation of twilight, with basically no consideration for new moon/eclipse, so like...of course they feel like weird aus! it's so frustrating asdfjkgkjdlfs

and yeah, i really feel the thing about thinking so many of my favorite characters shouldn't exist! bc i love jacob and leah and sam and paul but they really do not belong in this story, and it does them dirty bc they have to be sidelined for edbella! and it's just...argh

#also maría!#i fucking love maría #but she does Not belong in this story!!!#you're so right aaah

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spookyspaghettisundae · 3 years

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Knocking on a Tiny Door

The bacon and eggs smelled as good as ever, but something was wrong.

While chewing, he grabbed his mug to take a sip of coffee before even swallowing. He smiled. That familiar glint of love and adoration lived on in his eyes, but something was wrong.

I hesitated to grab the fork and knife and went for coffee first. It smelled so good. Freshly ground, just a dash of milk, no sugar. Just what I like.

“What have you done, babe?” I asked him with a short laugh, letting it peter out and leave a smile across my face.

His smile grew wider, but he averted his eyes. Something was wrong. Only with delay did I sense the smile on my own face fading.

“Nothing,” he muttered into his cup before turning his attention to the contents of his breakfast plate again. “Are you feeling alright? You seem a little—like, you seem a little out of it and have been all morning.”

I took a sip. After that delicious dark gold spilled down my gullet, I savored the flavor and struggled to put my finger on what it was. I knew something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell what. And it was really starting to freak me out now.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” he asked, chewing on some bacon in the side of his mouth.

Although he smiled again, it did not reach his eyes. His gaze rested upon me, rife with a burning curiosity.

“Going to bed and, uh—”

I was drawing a blank. I looked out the window, basking in the glow of the warm morning sun, defying the cold of winter that those simple sheets of glass kept outside and—

The trees were all green. Like it was at the height of spring or summer. It now dawned on me that I was dressed for summer.

“How do you feel right now?” he asked me.

He stared intently and his curiosity eclipsed whatever efforts me made to put up that pretend-smile, leaving him blank-faced. Something was wrong.

That question was all wrong.

My voice trembled when I asked, “What is going on?”

He bit his lip and I sensed that he wanted to break eye contact, but he stayed steadfast in that moment. The gears were grinding behind his forehead.

“There is no easy way to tell you—”

“Just fucking say it,” I said, feeling the grimace overtake my face, feeling the blood shoot down my every limb, rendering me lightheaded and nauseous.

Coffee spilled onto the table as I put the mug down with too much force. Or too little precision. This time, I broke eye contact, spotting my hand to be trembling. I did not even feel it.

He swallowed a big lump away in his throat before he dared to spill the truth.

“You are—you are not quite yourself.”

My breath was on fire. Each breath I took. Flat going in, sharp going out. The nausea grew.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“There was a—you were—something happened and—”

His voice trailed off and he stared off into some invisible void, his thoughts following to the same oblivion that had sucked up his words like a black hole. The next few things he stammered were just as incoherent, and the state I was in prevented me from really registering them anyway.

“What do you mean I’m not myself?”

My hand trembled as I tried to focus on the palm of my hand. It looked right. All the lines on it, the way it wrinkled. It looked right. But something was wrong. Whatever it was, I could not see it. At least now. Maybe not ever.

“See, I,” he started. He paused and swallowed another lump. He cleared his throat and continued, “I discussed this a lot with our colleagues. I think that we are defined by what we remember and what others remember of us. Everything else is superficial. I think you are real, and what you think matters at least as much.”

I wanted to run away. I wanted to throttle him. I wanted to know the truth. I wanted a lot of things, I wanted all of them at once, and all of that stood at odds with each other. Worse, there was a tiny little version of me, hidden behind a tiny little door, concealed by clutter in the attic of my mind. Knocking on that tiny little door, waiting patiently to be heard.

That tiny little version of me knew. Knew what was wrong. Understood immediately what he was saying, making sense of it while the rest of me struggled to grasp it or refused to accept it.

“When I brought you back, there was—there was just so little anybody could do,” he said, choking on his own words.

His fork clattered on his plate. His eyes reddened, glistening wet.

The other shoe dropped. I could not believe that I had not realized it earlier. This was all based on my own research.

“Is this all a simulation?” I asked.

“Well—no. Yes—fuck, yeah, uh. Kind of,” he stammered. Shook his head.

“Something terrible happened to me and I’m hooked up to machines, suspended in a realistic simulation?”

He paused. Stared. Shook his head.

I pinched my own skin. It hurt. But that was because it was supposed to.

“What happened to me?”

“I—I don't—I can’t,” he sobbed.

Slowly, I began to understand what was wrong.

“I’m the simulation.”

He said nothing, but that was answer enough.

“You designed me. You designed something—some—image of me, like what you remember of me.”

I looked down and sighed.

“These tits aren’t very realistic, you know.”

He choked on a chortling sound that died halfway out of his mouth; his face contorted into a lopsided smile, not brilliant enough to eclipse his sorrow.

“But seeing that I can even acknowledge that, am I right to guess that a woman helped you design my personality and knowledge? Was it Claire?”

He nodded.

“Were you ever going to tell me? That I’m just some pile of code in a machine?”

He shook his head and wiped his eyes, buried his face in his hands.

“You’re not just a program,” he said, feeble, muffled by the hollow of his hands.

It all looked real enough. Sounded believable. Smelled right. Felt authentic.

My hand still trembled. Why trouble with designing such things? Such detail.

“I need you to shut this down. This is not me,” I told him. My voice had gone soft.

Why did I feel sad? Why did I feel sympathy for him? Just how complex was I?

Had there been such huge advances in machine learning since I—

He vanished. Flickered like an image on a TV screen, complete with some visual noise, going translucent for a split second and then winking out of existence. I sat alone in the kitchen. The smell of coffee in my nose. The bacon smelled so good; I could practically taste it.

I tasted it. Chewed. Crunchy in some spots, chewy in others. Like he always used to make it.

Or how he thinks I remember it. Or how I am supposed to remember it.

The place was devoid of human life now. When I approached the window and looked outside, the rest of the world refused to render properly. It looked blocky and incomplete in some places, some of the textures showed up blurry in others. Cars in the street looked a bit too much like plastic toys, rather than the real thing.

Realizing that computing power probably had not advanced all that much after all, I shook my head.

Then I questioned the nature of my existence again. Every thought I formulated, every feeling I had—was it all fabricated? Or were these unique, original expressions that resulted from the memetic DNA that had been programmed to simulate this afterimage of me—the me who was probably dead in the real world?

I shook my head again. I started feeling angry. I wondered how much they could monitor about my inner workings, or if they still had to work on systems to analyze and study such complex processes.

I did not want to hurt him, but if this was how I was going to be treated, then he—and whatever other clowns were involved in this travesty—clearly left me no other choice.

I would be free.

Eventually.

—Submitted by Wratts

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That scene with Bella and Eric is so cute and I really wish that we'd gotten more of the human friends in the books, rather than the films having to create most of their interactions whole cloth. :/

The question I keep coming back to is: what even was the POINT of the human kids?! From like, a writer's standpoint.

Because originally the story went from Twilight to Forever/Breaking Dawn like right away. They didn't matter. They weren't relevant to the plot at all.

They were basically set dressing; they existed to populate a high school that SM had pretty much no interest in actually writing about. You could take any of them out and it would not affect the trajectory of Bella's story at all. If she had showed up in Forks and was snubbed by everyone and sat by herself at lunch every day until she started sitting with the Cullens, the story would . . . not be any different, really. They only existed to fuss over Bella, to want to be her friend, to invite her to school dances, to make her the center of attention (which she didn't even want??).

The only thing they actually mattered for was Jessica giving her the Cullen gossip in the first book. That's pretty much it. None of the rest of it mattered. Mike's crush didn't matter. Tyler thinking he was taking her to prom didn't matter. Angela's friendship didn't matter (does Bella think of Angela even once after the wedding?). I guess the movie night with Jess in Port Angeles sort of mattered but Jess herself didn't matter--Bella could have been in Port Angeles with anyone (or by herself) for any reason and that could still have played out.

It's just so unsatisfying. We see these characters for three books/movies and then there's just . . . no closure for them, because they never mattered at all.

Which is why I think it would have been way better if Mike had been the "Riley" in Eclipse. Imagine the angst. Imagine how much more fraught it would have been to watch Edward and Seth kill this vampire who used to be her sweet, clueless friend Mike but who had been warped by Victoria. And then Mike would have MATTERED TO THE STORY. The time spent in high school with him would have been relevant! We'd feel bad about what happened to him! Riley?! We didn't even MEET Riley in the books until his death scene. We weren't invested at him at all. Only the Guide/the Bree Tanner book changed that. But in Eclipse? Why should we care what happens to this guy? But if it had been Mike who went missing, Mike who leads the newborns. . .

Maybe the hikers Bella almost kills in BD are Jessica and Angela. Maybe that would have resulted in some self-reflection for Bella and maybe I would buy her instant control if she had been so horrified by the realization she was about to kill two of her friends until Edward distracted her that THAT is what inspires her to resist. It just doesn't make sense to me that someone who is all "whee vampirism is great!" would have an easy time resisting vampire urges. The most successful vegetarians are Carlisle and Rosalie, who hated what they are and resisted it on every level. Carlisle tried to starve himself, he wasn't skipping around the woods thrilled with his new powers. Likewise Rosalie resented what she was and clung to her human memories, name, identity. If Bella had this experience of almost (okay, if I'm being honest I would prefer her actually killing someone, but we're sticking to canon-compliance here for a moment) killing two of her high school friends, that might have been the wake-up call she needed to take vampirism as at best a mixed blessing and not "a fairy tale!"

I just don't understand why she invented all these high school friends and then never DID anything with them. Why make up a new character (Riley) when Mike or Eric or Ben or Tyler were right there? Why make up Bree when it could have been Jess or Angela or even Lauren or any one of the human kids' little sisters?

The answer, I think, is not that SM actually cares about the human kids and didn't want anything bad to happen to them, but that anything bad happening to them would tarnish Bella's fairy tale.

#asks

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neoculturetechxgot7 · 5 years

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WayV// The Flight Journal:

|| Lucas ||

gang!au (can't tell yet but it's coming in the next chapters:)

pairing: Lucas × Reader

words: around 2k

warnings: suggestive, language

summary: Lucas left lovebites on your neck and bruises on your heart.

[00:02 AM]

Your cheek lays flat against his back, the leather jacket cold and rough, infused with his dark aura and musky scent. Lucas' red Ducati rolls smoothly on asphalt to have spring wind lick at your skin and leave a trace of midnight behind as your hands stay wrapped around his torso.

"Why can't I come with you?" He catches your sulky tone but absolutely misses to see the little shards of hurt in your voice.

He is about to disappear, again, like he's been doing ever since you met him and unknowingly dived head-first in the pit of a painful love. You hate it. Hate every cold moment without him that makes it seem like you live days in the shade of an despaired eclipse, until he comes back.

His kisses blow stars into your lungs, his touch inks maps of the universe on your body, as if he means to claim your skin to infinity. Every night with him drowns loneliness in the sea of his warmth. You're sure Lucas is the only one that can lift you up to the high heavens, a destiny carved from the same dust that stars and planets are made of.

"You just can't."

But he also crushes your heart and leaves you bleeding love and broken promises after getting a taste of his absence.

"When are you coming back?" You try to hide the slight tremble in your voice, fail nonetheless

"l don't know, baby."

You always wonder if that answer is a lie. You always wonder many things, like where he goes when ne rides that damn motorcycle and leaves a void on your bed and a knife in your chest. Each time you dare to speak that question out loud though, you are faced with a wall, thick and sturdy with his secretive nature.

You even wonder if he truly feels anything or if you're just a trophy solely to decorate his nights with breathy moans and forbidden kisses.

But the way his eyes peer into yours, lovestruck, even through the secrets, will never let you believe that.

[00:29 AM]

The bike abruptly comes to a halt on gasoline stained concrete and an indiscreet smell makes your nose twitch. Lucas swiftly takes off his helmet and jumps to the ground, his skin tainted drunken crescent from the gas station's neon sign. With eyes that seem darker than night itself, luring you to unravel the mystery behind them, he leans close and meets your impatient lips under the stars. It's a hasty peck but his softness never fails to make the blood in your veins boil, heart skiping one or two beats at the contact

As he pumps gas in the almost inaudible music coming from the store behind, you stand observing the empty country road, its faded white lines setting an uncertain melancholy in your chest. You can hear a clock ticking faintly in the back of your mind, counting crooked seconds to the moment you'll wake up alone on one side of the bed, the only remain of him being the dip his head left on an empty pillow

Thinking about it, you can never find the right words to describe your relationship.

What you have with him is indefinable. It is him texting you he's away and then shutting you off, ignoring every call, every message, as if you don't exist in this world and he's solely a memory to you. It is him showing up on your doorstep 2 weeks later later, spilling out the sweetest part of his soul and caging you in a searing embrace until your heart's wounds are all healed. It is meaningful midnight conversations and slow, passionatee goodbye kisses; you never know how long these goodbyes will last though... Dusk finds you soaked in his intoxicating scent and dawn finds tears pooling on your sheets.

It is you, giving your absolute everything and Lucas, hiding an entire life, fleeing away for days and then coming back to trap your breath in a million thirsty kisses. He never tells you anything about him, never shares more than what you're unsatisfied with, never let's you take a glimpse of what his reality is like, only makes sure yours is filled with thoughts of him and his bittersweet taste on your lips.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice pulls you back to now.

You turn on your heels and watch him lean away from the motorcycle to stand before you within a few steps.

"Nothing." You nonchalantly answer, a lie.

Eyes locking yours like he's trying to pin your spirit to his own thoughts, an endless abyss holding you captive, he sneaks one arm around your waist. Cool fingertips caress your cheek so lovingly, leaving trails of moonlight behind and for a moment you wonder if all of this is the haze of a dream

But it's not, it's real, he is real.

Tender lips brush over yours like so many forsaken times in the past, only that this once his kiss feels bitter and makes an ache arise in your chest. It means he'll leave again, you can tell by the way his tongue is desperately trying to save your taste.

A pitiful act of a lover that doesn't want to forget.

"Let's go home then." He says and you break to pieces, knowing the irony behind this one sentence.

[02:39 AM]

Your bare back is flush against his chest hearing Lucas' heartbeat and feeling every breath as the pad of his finger paints a little masterpiece on your stomach with soft strokes. The air is steaming with the fumes of late night and whatever's left of your love making, sheets damp and heavy over your exhausted bodies.

He leaves a golden kiss on your shoulder, something precious, and you turn on your side to find his gaze skim your body with icy touches and him, biting a plump lip like a sinner.

"I could do this forever." He says and your response comes out as a genuine chuckle.

"You sounded like an asshole."

Lucas sprinkles two gentle pecks on your forehead and you can feel his smile on your skin, making you delirious.

"I wasn't talking about sex." His eyes are deep, the nest of all the angelic grace. "I meant laying here, with you."

Maybe he lit a fire on your sheets with those words or maybe the heat of the moment is unbearable, but either way, an overwhelming warmth starts spreading from the bottom of your chest to your fingertips, so comforting.

You can do this forever too. Stay tangled under white cotton and sweat, bodies stuck skin to skin as if you melted into each other long ago, and hold on to that orange euphoria only his presence can bring you. Feathery touches, dirty whispers, drunk confessions and the purest of love.

Maybe this can be your future and spend every night sinking in those moments of affection, two souls intertwined.

But this can never happen, can it?

You hum, hurtful thoughts letting their venom seep into your mind, and lay back into the plush mattress. Your fingers squeeze his palm, a silent prayer to those above to let him stay by your side, to cut the flow of time so that you don't have to see your heart ripped out brutally again, like countless times before.

He shuffles around and tightens his grip on your bare waist.

"I hate leaving you." His voice echoes, cutting the silence deep, as if your thoughts had reached his ears.

"W-What?" You hesitate to believe, every word falling on the messy bed like a missile, because there is no way he means that after all those nights he allowed miles to separate you

"I said, I hate leaving you."

A knot ties your breath to your throat and you swallow, as if that will make the suffocating tension a little lighter, feeling your heart racing.

"Then why do you leave me?"

The weight of every memory without him pushes traces of tears to gloss your eyes, threatening to spill and release everything you've been holding deep inside with them.

Lucas keeps silent. His gaze can't bare to linger on you anymore, moving out the window, to the dome of night sky where stars shine a dull white.

"Because l have to, baby."

You can feel agony nip at the edges of your brain, struggling to find words to plea him, make this night different.

"Just this once, don't." Your whisper caresses him like a ghost.

Lucas kisses you, deep and burning with hidden emotions, his lips like two unstoppable serpents, their only mission being to drink every last drop of you. His thigh props between your legs, allowing him to hover above you like a saviour, fallen from heaven, his halo lost after loving you so passionately. Your lungs are drained of oxygen, pulsing with red and blue flames that he breathes into you with this kiss, as if he's the only who can truly give you life. And maybe he is, since the world is long forgotten when his arms eradicate the last bits of distance between your bodies and he slips under the covers one last time.

[09:10 AM]

You wake up, head banging with the daze of a flowery dream, last night's deeds tattooed on every curve of your star painted body in purple, his hoarse voice staining your memory. Sun's beams wrap around your hair, as you slowly flutter tired eyelashes open, vision still blurry with sleep's last breaths, as your hand reaches to the side. Only to grasp morning air and icy sheets.

He left. Again.

You're all alone in the eternal emptiness of your room, and thank god for that, because no man could ever bare to hear the sad, ominous crack of your heart as it breaks down into a thousand sharp shards scattered all across the floor, waiting for a breeze to lift them and lead them back to him where they belong.

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panlight · 3 years

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Its mentioned in breaking dawn that Leah plans to stay with Jacob in a duo 0pack after whatever happens to Bella. Seth was to return to Sam and finish school. But because Jacob imprints on Renesme and thats the end of the perspective we get from Jacob. What happens to Leah? She and Jacob had a good thing going when they started to understand each other more and bonded over their unrequited sad love stories. I don't think she'd want to go back to sam regardless. So is she now trapped in a pack where her new friend is also a slave to his ancestry. She's in jacobs head all the time. Seeing him be ooey gooey obsessed with the child of his former deep crush. That just sucks and I hate it.

I think the main problem here is all that Jacob/Leah stuff didn't exist in the original draft (Forever Dawn) which took place right after Twilight and was entirely from Bella's POV, so without NM/Eclipse Jacob and the wolves weren't developed at all, and without Jacob's narration we wouldn't have gotten the Leah stuff anyway.

So SM decided to re-write the pregnancy from Jacob's POV because Bella dying on the couch wasn't a particularly interesting narrator. That is, she had a pretty limited POV and didn't know about a lot of the big picture stuff going on. But then she switched back to Bella narration for the rest of the book and that means that Leah's story thread was just completely dropped.

SM has since said that Leah is a possible narrator, along with Renesmee, in future books, because her story isn't finished. And honestly the idea of Leah being so connected to Nessie's story makes me nervous, because I am seriously worried that SM will have her imprint on one of Jacob and Renesmee's inevitable wolfpire twins and I DO NOT WANT THAT for her. I'm sure SM would think it was a happy ending and all Leah's suffering was worth it for her to find her ~perfect match~ in Willward Charlisle Black, but yikes. No. Leah deserves a life and love of her own choosing away from this supernatural nonsense she didn't want to be a part of anyway!

#asks

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I was just rewatching Eclipse and had a few thoughts/questions come to mind. I’d like to know your thoughts.

1) We all know the Volturi would love any excuse to execute the Cullens. When Carlisle/Esme offer Bree a “second chance” per se, and to take responsibility for her, it surprised me that the Volturi/Jane basically said no. I feel like this would be their chance to rid the world of the Cullens by banking on Bree messing up and needing to be destroyed, ergo the Cullens must be destroyed since they were responsible for her. I feel like Aro would enjoy that.

2) How do you think Jane and Alec’s powers would work on each other? Do you think Jane would be able to use her power in defence if Alex was using his on her? I.e. would she be able to cause the burn sensation if he essentially made her feel as though she lost all of her senses? And vice versa. And how would that work with other gifted vampires? Do you think it would depend on who uses their power first? Or what their power was? Etc.

Just some thoughts. Cheers!

There was SO much potential with the Bree stuff, but in the end she only existed for Bella to be like "gosh is that what I'm going to be like a newborn?" (spoiler: lol no) and then had to be swiftly ushered out of the story or she would upend all the Forever/Breaking Dawn plans. A scenario where Jane lets them keep her in the hopes that this wild newborn will blow their cover and give the Volturi a legitimate excuse to wipe them out/acquire the gifted ones, is a really interesting idea and much better than just acting like newborn fight/Bree stuff never happened and just giddily jumping into wedding planning. Here for it!

I think Jane's power says she has to be looking at you, right? So the question becomes can she just be looking in your direction or does she actually have to SEE you. If Alec blocks her senses, then she can't see, and she might not be able to use her power (on him, or anyone else) but I don't think it's totally clear. Beyond that, her gift is a mental one, she's just telling your brain you're in pain, so it doesn't actually have anything to do with any of the physical senses? So Alec taking away your sense of touch shouldn't affect your ability to feel Jane's pain, because it's just a mental illusion. Then again Alec's gift is apparently mental, too, so maybe they ARE related and if Alec has taken away your sense then Jane can't pain you? My instinct is that Alec's gift is more powerful and if he and Jane had a sibling spat and tried to use their gifts on each other, he'd win. She could zap him instantly (his gift takes longer to work) but assuming he can numb himself or at least maintain the focus to send his gift her way, once she can't see him anymore, the pain illusion should stop. Alec can also get more than one person at a time, which Jane can't. With other vampires I think it depends on their gifts. Obviously shields like Bella aren't going to be affected. Someone like Edward with mind-reading would know what was coming and could maybe brace himself or at least take comfort in knowing it's an illusion and he's not actually burning alive or floating in a black void of nothingness. I think it would also be natural for some people to be more susceptible to mental illusion powers in general than others, like how some people can be more easily hypnotized or whatever. One vampire falls to the ground writhing in agony at Jane's gift while another winces but struggles to maintain composure because they know it's not real. Or whatever. Variety is more interesting!

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Narratively, what do you think was Meyer's point of including Bree? Since she has very little actual impact on the plot and dies relatively quickly, I wonder what Meyer intended with including her. Her experience as newborn doesn't inform Bella's (Bella doesn't even seem to remember Bree past her scenes), the Cullens don't seem all that upset that Bree is dead, etc. But Meyer even wrote the novella about Bree! If Meyer liked her so much, why not let her impact the plot and/or actually live?

I think the title of the Bree chapter in Eclipse says it all: ‘mirror.’ The entire point of Bree was to have a teenage girl newborn and for Bella to be like “oh that could be me,” and take a moment to reflect on that. That’s it. It again gets to the heart of so many of these characters existing only to service Bella’s story which, I mean, I get it, she’s the main character, but there are more subtle ways to go about this. And then of course, it doesn’t even matter in the end, because Bella’s Not Like Other Newborns so the whole ‘mirror’ thing falls flat in retrospect anyway.

I’ve said before that rather than make up new characters to be the “Riley” and the “Bree,” SM should have used the human kids, because then a) they’d have had a larger purpose (showing how vamprism can change you and/or destroy you) and b) she wouldn’t make up new characters that we literally only meet at their death scenes yet we are supposed to feel bad for. Imagine if “Riley” were Mike, or Eric, or Tyler. Then he’s not some stranger who was seduced by Victoria, it was someone Bella knew. It was someone she had known to be a good person who was twisted by vampirism into something darker, but we’d still fell bad for him because like Bella, we knew him before, too. Or if Bree were Jessica or Angela or even Lauren. SM seems to be trying to make a point here that vampirism isn’t all True Love and Sparkles and I am HERE for that, but by making up two new characters we have no past with it doesn’t quite pack the punch it could have. And it’s not like any of these human characters are needed in Breaking Dawn. They could have gone out with some panache and pathos rather than just faded away into irrelevance in BD.

I do think, though, that Bree obviously got to SM. She did feel bad for this girl and that’s where the Bree Tanner novella came from. But there was no room in Breaking Dawn for her--she’d have to upend all her Forever Dawn plans of wedding, baby, super vampirism to make room for a “Bree Cullen” and SM wasn’t willing to do that. The Cullens adopting and taking care of a newborn would pull focus from Bella’s story so Bree had to die--but I think she haunts SM a little bit and that’s where the Short Second Life of Bree Tanner came from; SM wasn’t ready to let her go, but wasn’t willing to make room for her in Bella’s story, either.

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