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morelike-bi-light · 3 years

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witch!angela au drabble

(written to fit into the Victoria and Bree Cullen au)

here’s how it goes. you’re a quiet kid. polite. bookish. mature for your age. when you introduce yourself with a nod and a “nice to meet you,” adults smile like you’re a performer in a play and notify your parents of what a little grown up you are. your glasses are too big for you. they slide down your nose. when class breaks, nobody wants to play games with you. well, you don’t really like games anyways. you like books, you tell yourself, you like learning, you like things that other kids don’t. you’re hardly a kid at all.

you spend your recesses in the library, or huddled in a corner of the field with books in your lap. you read nonfiction, because you’re hungry, because you yearn to know more, because you’re starved for something new. you read fantasy books, because they’re given to you on holidays, and you couldn’t bear to let it sit in your room with no one to read it. and you grow to like them too. they’re a different kind of nourishing. these kids are like you. smart kids. mature kids. kids that don’t play games at recess.

it doesn’t matter to them. these kids have magic.

magic probably isn’t real. they haven’t totally proven it either way.

the instructional books written about it are thinner, flimsier, and make your parents grimace. they have silly blue and purple graphics on the front, speckled with galaxies that don’t actually exist, people sitting cross-legged, glowing white numbers that are never mentioned in the books themselves, or digital art of white women with shoulder-length brown hair and flowers in their hands in a style that reminds you of ads at the doctor’s office. they’re filled with anecdotes about trips to the navajo desert. you stop reading these books.

magic isn’t real. but it’s interesting. and the idea had to come from somewhere. you stop reading the instructional books - your parents are visibly relieved - and you start reading histories. you learn about druids, about the oracle at delphi, about the origins of tarot and how astrology became astronomy and you skim through the visions of nostradamus. you read about the witch hunts. they hung them, burned them, drowned them, and god, people sucked. historians mourn for these poor midwives and medicine women who were killed for the crime of keeping to themselves and knowing too much.

but when you read about the made-up, fantastical things that people thought these women did, one specific detail crops up and sinks its teeth in your brain: the book. the witches wrote their names in the devil’s book.

you don’t just read about history, growing up. you read about math and the stars, too. you read about science, medicine, the history of both - they used to call real plants and herbs things like eye of newt, then macbeth goes up at the globe and suddenly it was a warning sign for women to list the ingredients in jars on their shelves. you apply what you learn. you make yourself salves and lotions. homemade candles and silly, sentimental good luck charms for your mom. that rune means torch, it stands for truth and knowledge. this one means gift.

you couldn’t say where it comes from, if someone put it there or if it put itself there. maybe it was always been there. maybe you’d only just noticed, like when you suddenly hear the washing machine after the buzzer goes off. you want to think you left it there yourself, and you just didn’t remember doing it.

it doesn’t make a difference. the book is on your night stand. you haven’t read a word of it, but your place is saved with a red ribbon of a bookmark. you don’t open it right away, but you don’t get rid of it either. the book, on its part, is very patient with you. it sits by your alarm clock quietly. politely. content to wait. you don’t even look at it, an uninvited guest you can’t bring yourself to throw out in the cold.

a new family moves to town. no one knows much about them. they’re weird, and don’t get out much. it doesn’t bother you like it bothers some.

still, the book sits. you’re in high school. you’re not a kid anymore. you make friends, and mistakes, and you’re busy with assigned reading.

a new girl joins your class, the sheriff’s daughter. she’s quiet, too. you sit together sometimes, in a circle with your teenage friends around the lunch tables. she likes shakespeare. she almost gets hit by a car. she starts dating one of dr. cullen’s kids. she runs away to arizona and her partner brings her back with a broken arm. the other kids wonder if she had a mental breakdown, or is having one. they go to prom together. when you look up, a red-haired girl you’ve never seen before is watching them. they leave early, and she with them.

you go home. you don’t look at the book. a few days pass, and you do research, at the library and online, and you learn a little more about albinism, but nothing that explains how a red-haired girl could have red eyes. her eyes remind you of the cullens. how none of them are related, but they all have the same eyes. not red, something jessica calls hazel-gold-honey, but what has always looked to you like yellow. like a cat. or something else you’d find in the woods.

one thing leads to another. of course you open it.

you start at the first page. you don’t know what you were expecting - instructions, maybe? a prologue? an arcane curse? but it’s just a big, blank page with a name, and a little sprinkle of red. the next page is just the same, only a different name and a few less speckles of red. you start flipping through.

you thought it would be the names that caught your eye, and it’s interesting, the penmanship, the languages, the variation in formality - some of the names were preceded by titles, followed by epithets or dates, but one signature consisted of nothing but a small, black, lowercase ‘v’. but what really strikes you is the red. usually it’s a couple drops, but just as often it’s more, a puddle, a handprint, a sentence or drawing, an entire page soaked so thoroughly the page is stiff and wrinkled and warped.

you reach the bookmarked page. it’s blank. the page preceding you had been signed in glittery green gel pen, - ‘Kristen, de Lyon, 1993′ - and was sprinkled with a line of delicate dots from one corner to the next. you imagine a french girl sitting at a desk in her bedroom, slicing her hand with a kitchen knife. your parents are in the kitchen, though. you grab a pencil, then toss it aside and scrounge up a blue sharpie. you go downstairs, rummage around in a cabinet, pull out a mini sewing kit your parents had once used for emergency costume repair on halloween, and run back.

you sign ‘Angela Weber’ then steel yourself to prick your finger with a needle. just a few drops. there’s no goats, no strange men, no shadows or cackling laughter. you don’t feel any different. but then the blood sinks into the page and moves. you flip through the book again. pages and pages of red text overlaying names... centuries of secrets at your fingertips.

you never meant to learn so much, you weren’t looking for magic or monsters, but it doesn’t feel like a deal with the devil. it just feels like turning to the next page, the red leaves smudges on your fingers but the letters don’t smear, so what does it matter?

eventually, the monsters will find you on their own but for now, you’re content to wait, keeping to yourself and knowing too much.

So I know this is not what people probably signed up for but I got an ask from @hottwilighttake that bit me with the drabble bug, and witch!angela is a part of the VBC au, so I thought I’d tag you just in case! If you’d prefer to be taken off the list, lmk, but otherwise thanks for your interest I love you all very much

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#twilight #twilight saga #twilight renaissance #angela weber #witch!angela #bilight's bs #bilight's aus #bilight's headcanons #bilight's asks #bilight writes

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00dani · 5 years

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Twilight Sparkle

also a good choice!1. **sexuality headcanon** well i know bilight sparkle is extremely popular, especially considering her colour scheme? and that's totally valid and good! tbh though, i've always read twi as gay too! :o2. **otp** sunlight, no question. every equestria girls film revolves around their relationship and it's absolutely beautiful3. **brotp** twi and pinkie, i reckon! they have this really wonderful dynamic that leads to gems like "pinkie, there is no laser beam security system!" and it's excellent. (yes, it's also very easy to read them as girlfriends, much like flutterdash in my previous post!! every brotp is like that in this show and i think that's beautiful)4. **notp** hmm. flashlight. it was pretty much forced into the first equestria girls film? thankfully the writers apparently realised it sucked, changed gears, and made sunlight canon instead in all subsequent movies5. **first headcanon that pops into my head** twilight personally invented the equestrian equivalent of the dewey decimal system. it uses hexadecimal rather than decimal - much like all of equestria - because ponies have four hooves and twelve eyelashes for a total of sixteen useful "digits" when counting things.6. **one way in which I relate to this character** twi panic when stuff doesn't go according to the plan and schedule she carefully organised. big same7. **thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character** twi regularly forgets that she can teleport and that would solve a *lot* of problems. she really needs to watch and learn from glimmer spop or something.8. **cinnamon roll or problematic fave?** cinnamon roll again, i love that nerd

#theisirianprincess #i lov purple smart #vry much #yes horse art

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duckbehindthewheel · 4 years

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🌙"Welcome to Midnight Moth Mondays.🌠 Live from Point Pleasant, West Virginia, it's me, Aurelian, your friendly neighborhood Moth Man."🦋 This image, lighting & all, has been in my head for a very long Time. I am SO, so happy the visuals turned out exsctly as I imagined, especially in traditional! Aurelian began as a Twitch handle I headcanoned for the psychic Indrid Mothman, but I decided the concept was too much fun, so I reworked the idea into a Mothman persona of sorts, if you will. (Aurelian is an old-fashioned name for an expert in moths & butterflies.) Aurelian is the Twitch name for a mysterious humanoid man who seems to stream himself speedrunning various video games with ease. His IP address hails from Point Pleasant, WV, where numerous Mothman sightings have occurred. Many of Aurelian's streamers have noted that he takes inspiration from the cryptid legend in a unique way for a net persona. In reality, the runner is the unnamed Moth Man, of an otherwordly race of moth folk that are rumored to be numerous. He openly states that he was in Point Pleasant during the sightings, but concedes it's also very possible to have spotted another mothfolk. Aurelian uses low quality webcam footage to keep viewers guessing if he's a well-made puppet or a guy gifted at making prosthetics/special effects. He took up speedrunning thanks to his buglike reflexes. He prefers running difficult games with lots of random elements, but he also enjoys Nintendo games, both casually & for runs. 💖💜💙 Aurelian ought to be pen pals with Antoine, if and when that becomes its own original thing. 🦋🔮🦋 LINKS: HTTPS://www.patreon.com/jackmcalisterart ko-fi.com/jackmcalisterart #jackdraws #characterdesign #originalcharacter #originalart #aurelian #speedrunner #mothmanmondays #mothmonday #aurelianthemothman #mothsona #persona #bilighting #speedrunning #inkandpaint #penandink #mothmanmidnight #moth #mothman #artistsofinstagram #artistoninstagram #instaart #themothman #moths #monsterboy #cryptid #traditionalart https://www.instagram.com/p/B4t_0wxHHdl/?igshid=1dfxgf88h0hi4

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morelike-bi-light · 4 years

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unplanned unexpected unwarranted vampire charlie au

au where bella decides she cant leave her dad behind like her mom did and convinces edward and carlisle to protect him too. carlisle ushers him out of the house and explains things to him, providing proof as needed - as much as he can. they go to arizona to hide out, charlie stumbling over his words to convince renee that he and bella were threatened and are in enough danger to need to hide out in a different state.

bella still gets the phone call, and renee doesn't answer when either of them call. when the others are distracted, she still gets away to meet james, but when the cullens go to save her, charlie's waiting outside with esme and rosalie (who are guarding him on the road instead). victoria is there too - and she gives them more trouble than they anticipated. emmett and jasper are distracted by the redhead and the noises from inside the studio getting louder and more concerning by the second.

when a scream rings out — he's never heard bella sound like this, not even when she was a mousy little girl buried under his seahawks baseball cap far too big for her head — charlie can't help but wrench open the door and run inside. his baby is cowering away from a bloodthirsty monster and there's not even a pause in his step as he sprints over to shield her form with his own, squeezing her against his chest and praying for the first time since he heard she wanted to come up to forks for the rest of school

his prayer's interrupted by a loud shattering sound and a malicious laugh. "aw, look at that! daddy's trying to save you. what a noble, pointless sacrifice!" a smack like stone hitting stone. "well far be it from me to deny a man his dying wish."

he doesn't hear what he says next - he doesn't hear anything, or see anything, because everything is white and sharp and pain, burning like a star, blooming in the crevice where his shoulder meets his collarbone. nothing exists right then but the cold fire in his skin, burrowing in his bone. it feels like hours before anything changes. the first thing to slip through is wet on his cheek and cool hands scrabbling to clutch at his.

"dad! dad!" bella? "edward! carlisle! anybody, any of you, please, I need help! my dad — needs help!" a hand on his cheek, trembling and frantic. "dad just hang in there! somebody help us!"

his fingers twitch, stretching towards her. "bella —you okay — bells — "

"im okay! im okay, im so sorry, dad, im so sorry! im sorry, it shouldnt have been you — this is all my fault — edward! edward please, you have to help him!"

hers is still the only voice he can discern but there are more emerging, blending together but getting closer. he catches snatches of words like 'bit', and 'spread', and 'minutes', and 'sorry', and 'safety'. a pale shape stands at the edge of his vision, and at once he's lifted from the floor. he convulses, eliciting another audible choke from his sweet daughter, and he recognizes a familiar, soothing voice from above.

"we can't stay here..."

"what? what do you mean?"

"we'll bring him back with us..."

"what are you going to do?"

"let him take him, bella, please"

"we'll watch over him, i promise."

"Im not leaving him, i can't just let him go!"

"i promise," softer. "jasper — will he sleep?"

the world softens and fully crumbles away. there's nothing left. nothing but fire.

time doesn't exist here, but then the fire, it doesn't go out. yet it stops hurting. it stops eating. it starts feeding. a single thought pops into his head that will make no sense to him when he recalls it later — a weary 'oh. i see.'

three days after the ballet studio, he wakes up to a brown popcorn ceiling. he blinks. he can see every crack and cranny in the plaster.

"mr. swan?" a tinkling voice says, and he sits up. "good, I thought you'd be up." the little black haired cullen girl beams up at him, chipper but sorry. her hand is curled around his wrist. "bella will be back any moment, and carlisle soon after. they're just across the hall, actually. he says we'll need to look after you for a while, just in case, —"

she pauses, just soon enough to avoid being interrupted by the sound of beeping and pressing keys and the door swinging open. bella is whole and wonderful — he can see every inch of her and she's really actually fine, not even a scratch — and she freezes seeing him but then she's flinging herself forward, pale face contorting

"dad—!"

"b-bells," he stands up, quickly, too quickly, to meet her, tugging alice along with him, but edward catches his girlfriend's hand and holds her back as he voices her objections to her entering at all. charlie scowls at first, when a scent reaches his nose — a smell that might've made his stomach growl if it could. his eyes cast up in open question.

edward is stiff, eyes looking conflicted but legs poised to pounce. "it's her."

"oh." charlie shifts uncomfortably on his feet, properly spooked, willing the despairing thirst away. as moments pass since making the connection, the scent of blood — of food — fades, to the point he can hardly detect it at all. it's a sharp relief.

"you — how do you feel," bella forces out, eyes locked with his with an uncomfortable intensity that makes him squirm and anxiously rake a hand through his hair. carlisle and the others filter in behind her and he's grateful for something else to look at, now he knows she's safe.

"better," he settles on. "than before, I mean. was that — did —" he waits for someone to interrupt him and fill him in, but it's quiet. "are you okay?"

a bark of laughter bursts from her chest and she assures him she's fine, eyes wide and brows furrowed like she can't believe he's a real person, the way she gets sometimes when he says something so awkward and sincere it makes her want to groan. but she doesn't want to groan anymore. instead she's torn between crying and singing.

"what do you remember?" carlisle asks, gently stepping forward, his gaze a mix of clinical fascination, wary confusion, and personal concern. charlie would flush beneath it... but the heat never comes to his cheeks.

"exactly how much are you looking for," he grumbles. "last thing i recall..." no need to go into the pain. "finding bella with that... guy at the studio."

"just finding her?"

"trying to protect her," he amends, focused on avoiding everyone's gaze. "and... it was..." then he notices how much there is to see, even when hes trying not to look at anything. he frowns. absorbing this much — it feels like a headache, minus the pain itself. overload. "it was him wasnt it. he bit me"

esme and jasper nod, but carlisle and bella just look away, the brunette visibly cringing. edward's jaw tightens, and for some inexplicable reason, the sight of that is what makes it all click for him.

"so," he fumbles for a second, but the word comes out so clean and sure when he says it, not at all like he feels. his mouth is physically incapable of tripping over itself like hes used to, no stammer, no stumbling. he grimaces and all the muscles pull exactly like he intends them too. he shakes his head. "he bit me. and? can i assume that's what's got me feeling so weird? the... some sort of effect of the bite?"

bella doesnt answer. neither does carlisle. surprisingly, it's that blonde girl that replies, though not to him.

"show him," she says, and after a moment, esme creeps forward, gesturing for his hand. he hesitates, but takes it. edward shifts to place bella behind him, as if she needs to be protected from him the way charlie protected her from james, a move that breaks his heart. gently, esme maneuvers him over to the bathroom. she turns on the lights, though she didn't really need to. he blinks. red. in the middle of a face with skin more suited to a shelf at a morgue than the tasteful backsplash of the bathroom, framed with dark, curling, concerningly long lashes, his irises were red. that wasn't it, either.

"am i..." he huffed. "am i seeing things, or am i way better looking than usual?"

a ripple of good humor disturbs the room, from esme's warm giggle, to a watery chuckle from bella, to a great, booming crow from emmett.

"way to focus on what's important, chief," alice nods, at the man's back in an instant. she doesn't sound nearly as sarcastic as those words should warrant. "finally, a man after my own heart."

"wait till you try running for the first time," emmett interjects, joining her behind him. "mind, blown."

some of the other family members sigh and shake their heads. charlie runs his eyes along his sharper jaw, still sprinkled with the stubble he'd acquired in the preceding chaos, now even and almost roguish where before hes pretty sure it made him look old and unkempt. he looks younger, he thinks, not young exactly, but good. better than his age.

he pulls away from his reflection, eyes flickering from face to face around him. he might even have said that he fit in with the mythically beautiful family. hes struck by how silly he was to dismiss the strangeness of the gorgeous, antisocial group out of hand, now that he sees how strange he's become himself, before his eyes fall to his daughter.

"im sorry dad" she mumbles, humor evaporating, and a pain resounds like a crack in his chest.

slowly, carefully, he moves forward, and the rest of the vampires stand on high alert as they realize what he's about to do. bella's eyes are bloodshot and he presses his lips together in a bittersweet line as he wraps her in his arms and tucks her close, just under his chin. a shudder runs down his spine as a phantom pain ghosts over his shoulder, but he brushes it aside and it evaporates like water. when he breathes in, she smells the way she always has, and he is not hungry.

"it's okay, kiddo. we'll get through this. im just glad you're okay."

and they do. charlie's vampiric powers are related to shielding, like his daughter, but his are more like putting things on mute, if that makes sense. small things, obviously, and usually physical. he's got a great deal more resistance to thirst than most newborns, for example, because it's muted by his powers, particularly for those he cares about. unfortunately this makes it likelier for him to, uh, die of thirst, as it's possible for him to forget to feed. and he can't block edward from hearing his thoughts completely, but they're muffled naturally by his powers (and always will be. hes not helping anyone into his head any time soon, especially not his daughter's boyfriend). he can also mute his own scent to the shapeshifters — which means he and billy, after things are all sorted, will still be able to hang out and be best friends!! he can also mute his own footsteps,

anyways this started as a meme post intending to go into how comedic it would be if charlie got changed and bella spent the rest of the series complaining that edward wanted to spend the rest of eternity with her father but not with her but then i got struck with some mad charlie feels and this happened so anyways vampire!charlie everyone @charlieswanismyrealdad @effervescent-emmett @cullen-trash @emmettmccartycullen @jaspell @leahclearwaterdefensesquad is this anything

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morelike-bi-light · 4 years

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You know how vampire skin is so often compared to stone? And you know how it sparkles in the sun? Well, what if instead of just sparkling, it behaved like different types of rocks and minerals? Imagine all these different kinds of textures - some are like Edward, whose skin sparkles bright in the sun like rhinestones, but then others don't sparkle at all. For some, the light gently illuminates veins and swirls of marbled gray. Others are unnervingly matte in the sun, skin indifferent to the beams like dried clay, and some have skin that mimics obsidian and quartz, that almost glassy texture. Maria's cheeks glow like pearls. Didyme is said to have looked as though she were made of porcelain.

#twilight #twilight saga #new moon #eclipse #volturi #didyme volturi #maria twilight #bilight's headcanon #bilight talks #bilight's headcanons #bilight's bs #bilight writes #bilight is sure someone has said this before but she wanted to say it just in case

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morelike-bi-light · 4 years

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carlisle really did just go feral by his own standards for a couple decades huh... part of me likes to imagine that he changed eddie boy and got a taste of that sweet sweet human blood and was like john mulaney meme “oh OKay... i get it... im not gonna do it but i get it”

and for a while after he was just on hyperalert for cases where he could ‘Save’ someone... like “oh... oh No... ur gonna die... maybe i should like... haha, bite u... to save u..... really..”

and edward’s consistently just like “u said never to bite people unless theres no other option” and carlisles like “ya. ya, this is one of those times edward... obviously... don’t look at me like that seriously there’s No other way. besides it doesnt count if nobody dies and i dont swallow”

#edwards like carlisle PLEASE u r a DOCTOR #twilight #edward cullen #carlisle cullen #twilight saga #olympic coven #bilight's bs #bilight talks #bilight's memes #twilight meme #bilight's headcanons #bilight's headcanon #carlisle: modern medicine is a dicey game edward better not to risk it #edward: its a headache prescribe them some cocaine and move on

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morelike-bi-light · 3 years

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Emmett also scientifically has the best taste in movies of the whole coven. His favorites are Some Like It Hot and The Birdcage

#bilight's bs #twilight #twilight saga #bilight talks #emmett cullen #bilight's headcanons

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morelike-bi-light · 3 years

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witch!angela au ✨ for the headcanon ask

I have no idea what specific headcanon ask this is for so I’m just going to humbly offer you this: in my head (and in my au) witch!angela is not a hp kinda witch. twilight makes it clear that paranormal powers like alice’s exist in normal everyday humans, even if it is, as is typical of the series, criminally underused. this is not what angela has. being a witch isn’t the same as having powers. it’s a combination of what contemporary witch rituals look like with awful outdated historic depictions. deal with the devil stuff - only it’s not like, the devil... or at least angela is pretty sure it’s not.

#angela weber #witch!angela #witch angela #twilight saga #twilight #twilight renaissance #bilight's bs #bilight's aus #bilight's headcanons #bilight's asks #bilight talks #bilight interacts #vbc au #linking to the drabble this inspired..... hope that makes up for this being so late!#i really appreciated your asks they're always such fun topics <3

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morelike-bi-light · 5 years

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Bella was an ice chewer as a human, I know this for a fact don't ask me how

#bella swan #twilight #twilight reneissance #twilight memes #edbella #bellice #rosella #shitpost #bilight's bs #bilight's memes #bilight's headcanon #bilight's headcanons #bilight talks #bilight should probably talk less #dont play w fire guys keep your heads down and dont acknowledge this

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morelike-bi-light · 4 years

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thinking about the men I love in theory and had big brain mode that Emmett has Chris Pine energy and also his fashion sense

#bilight's bs #twilight #twilight saga #emmett cullen #bilight's headcanon #bilight talks #bilight's headcanons #shitpost #give me a second i have proof

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morelike-bi-light · 4 years

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it really hit me hard when Edward said that during their fight Victoria was actively ignoring her superpower... of intuitive survival... really hit hard that she would actively choose to make moves she knew on some level would kill her... meyers didn't frame it that way but depressed 12yo op SAW it and it HURT

#bilight's headcanon #victoria sutherland #edward cullen #twilight #twilight saga #bilight talks #bilight's bs #bilight's headcanons #bilight got chills when she read that.... idk just... ugh #copied from an ask cause it deserves its own post js #bilight's victoria apologism

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morelike-bi-light · 3 years

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hey hey two ships ask! leah/victoria vs. benjamin/jacob?

oh god i lost the ask meme for this... also hi anon i know his will probably be lost o the void but ily come back to me.... if it’s just about which i prefer its gotta be leahtoria bc that’s my baby... those are my girls.... but I’m also gonna make my own ship meme bc this is my house, my rules <3 here are some of the differences I picture between the two!

So originally I was going to cover a few different topics w less detailed comparisons, but I started w Music, and I guess I had more thoughts about that than I thought bc projection <3 so I’m gonna be merciful and keep it to one difference ig lol

At first, everything Victoria knows about music comes from Edythe and Emmett, so Leah generally controls the aux. Leah’s got some competing influences on her music taste, between Seattle grunge, lilith fair, queer indie/r&b, and more mainstream hip-hop/dance. She really likes Arlo Parks, Fiona Apple, Soundgarden, Jacob Banks, WILLOW, Alice in Chains, etc... Once Victoria starts expanding her own library, she finds herself in super niche places. She likes the coherency of film soundtracks, she finds Vocaloids and other synthesized voices soothing, and she often scrounges up folk/pub/sailor songs that remind her of home, but she’s still playing around with it.

Benjamin loves his pop girlies, half-ironically, but he also likes Egyptian and some west European hip-hop. He adores Afroto, and Janelle Monae in particular. If you ask him about his music taste, Jacob will always just say, “I like rock.” When he says this, he’s thinking of bands like Nirvana, Garbage, and also like, Stevie Nicks and Jimi Hendrix. One of Jacob’s sisters was hugely into the emo scene for a while, so that rubbed off on him so he does include awful but fun early 2000s rock - think Simple Plan, Good Charlotte, etc. When they listen together, they compromise with The Clash, Queen, MERO... But honestly, they prefer talking when they’re together, so it’s not something they think much about.

Also, at some point when both couples are hanging out on the reservation, I think Benjamin gets Leah super into Tamino... We love projection here. <3

Anyway feel free to ask me more today, since I’ll actually be able to see asks I’m sent for once lmao

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Do you think vampires, with their heightened senses, are more susceptible to pepper spray? Like, I was thinking about how Bella has a can and just wished for Edward to scare her one day and she whips it out on him and he doesn't expect it and is just...he can't even really cry to get it out of his eyes!

I have no idea! I would assume whether it would be painful would depend on whether their senses are still capable of being affected with pain by certain irritants. I can't recall anything similar with touch, so I'd base the effectiveness off of their olfactory senses.

We know their sense of smell is super heightened when it comes to prey/blood/other supernatural beings, but I can't remember if it's ever established whether they're able to detect smells from things like plants or normal food the same way. I think it was and they do, but I also think Smeyer might've said that food tastes like nothing to them at some point? And sense of taste and of smell are really tied together.

Based on that, I'd say within Twilight canon, that pepper spray would have a very significant effect on vampire olfactory senses, but little to no physically irritating effect on their 'flesh'. It could cloud their vision but not incapacitate them, at least not through pain. They'd have to wash out the substance with an external source of water, but other than that, it would probably just leave them nose-blind for a few hours, maybe even a few days depending on the actual contents.

However I in no way respect Smeyer's word of law, so for me personally I'd mix in some WWDITS rules. According to Mr. Waititi and Mr. Clemmons, vampires, as well as having heightened smell, can taste normal food, but they cannot subsist on it because eating induces immediate and extremely violent vomiting. I would assume as this is any body's way of rejecting poisons, that normal plant, spice, dairy, meat, and grain-based food or the nutrients contained within are somehow toxic to vampires. (This jives with the idea of vampirism being a sort of medical condition that I love!) Again, this is WWDITS rules, not Twilight, but I'm blending the two a bit for my own pleasure.

Using these rules, not only could Edward be painfully blinded, both in his eyes and his nose, but he may end up literally sick! So that's fun!

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