#jaspers prattling

[autismmydearwatson]

Rewatched "Dalek" and jesus fucking christ chris eccleston was perfect as the Doctor, this Doctor, the Doctor in his present situation. The Doctor who has just destroyed two entire peoples singlehandedly, the Doctor who watched everything he's ever loved die at his own hand, the Doctor who has become jaded and vindictive and is fighting to hold onto his whimsy in the aftermath. The sheer fucking DELIVERY, when he said "Oh! And I caught your little signal! 'Help me!' Poor little thing." like jesus christ. jesus fucking christ. i need to lay down, no, i need to scream into a bottomless pit

#doctor who #ninth doctor #chris eccleston #9th doctor #dalek #dw #jaspers prattling #hi. i'm going to be thinking about “'help me!' poor little thing” for the rest of my miserable life

[jimblejamblewritings]

rogue thoughts | one-shot.

Requested: (from @fantasticbeast1 ) Hello. I was wondering if you are taking any requests. If the answer is yes, I would be pleased if you maybe could write Jasper Hale x human girlfriend reader where they keep having inappropriate thoughts about each other when they are around others and Edward cannot stand it anymore and says something about it. I would be very happy if you give it a shot but if you are not interested, it would be complitely ok. Have a nice day :) 

Pairing: Jasper Hale (Cullen) x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

You shuddered at your boyfriend’s hand suddenly around your waist and underneath the thin fabric of your shirt. It was always a pleasant coldness when Jasper touched you. You gasped when he squeezed slightly and looked at him only to see him smirk as he stared at the other kids getting their lunches and sitting with their friends. Jasper knew that you were still a bit sensitive from the other day when you two had made out in his car and it got very heated. You two hadn’t crossed over to having actual sex yet. 

Knowing he was a vampire, Jasper wanted to be extra sure that he could keep enough composure to not accidentally hurt you. Slowly, each kiss had become more passionate until you both would eventually be ready. That didn’t stop either one of you from constantly thinking all the nasty thoughts in the world, much to Edward’s chagrin. He scooted his seat away slightly when your thoughts steamrolled his brain as Jasper made you feel needy. Your boyfriend got off on making you feel desperate. The feelings alone were almost enough for him. 

You were letting your mind wander to the other day where Jasper’s hand was down your jeans. You wondered what it would feel like in his bed instead of the car. Would it lead to anything more? You could easily picture the openness of your boyfriend’s bedroom. Maybe he would take off his shirt before sitting you up against his chest and having his way with you. It was totally possible for him to rip your dress in two. Of course you would wear a dress that day simply for the aesthetic of him shredding it. Edward turned his head as if that would help him avoid your thoughts. This wasn’t the first time he had caught you two thinking about each other:    

“All do respect, sir, this is wrong information.” 

The teacher sighed. “Mr. Hale, I believe the textbook is correct. Perry has studied the Civil War intensely.” 

“Then why are all the spies from the Union?”

“Because they were spying on the Confederates for the Union.”

Jasper held his hands up as if that proved his point. “And you don’t think they would’ve been discovered or at least seem suspicious because of their accents? Perry acts like no one in the South was against slavery, there were abo—”

Jasper cut himself off when Edward grabbed his arm. As entertaining as his arguments with teachers about the spies in the Civil War was, no matter in high school or college, Edward didn’t want to hear it this time. Not when you were in their class. You had been suspicious about their family since they arrived in Forks. Edward’s head turned minutely when your very loud thoughts entered his mind. You had been watching Jasper argue with the teacher but were only half paying attention. 

The rest of your focus was on his arms— his sleeves rolled up. He looked hot when he was passionate and all you could think about was that arm wrapped around you. Edward’s face scrunched up when a very vivid idea of Jasper pinning you against the lockers appeared in your mind. It would only ever be in your mind because for some reason the Cullens were just untouchable.  

You shot your hand up and the teacher called on you, relieved to not have to argue anymore. 

“Do we get to pick our partners for the project or are they assigned?” 

“Assigned.” 

You pouted a bit. You were prepared to beat Edward to the sign up sheet and choose Jasper as a partner but of course they had to be assigned this time. The teacher started prattling on the partners list. Your head shot up again when you were suddenly paired with Jasper. He looked over to your table and gave you a little nod. 

Edward’s nostrils flared once again. It was no secret amongst the Cullens that you were Jasper’s blood singer. He just refused to act on it because of how new he was to the vegetarian lifestyle. It didn’t even matter that Edward’s relationship with Bella was going well— Jasper still didn’t want to risk it. However he apparently didn’t mind thinking all sorts of things about you. Specifically thinking about how you’d look under him especially with those doe eyes that you were currently staring at him with. 

The moment the bell rang, Edward was out of his chair before either one of you thought of something else— particularly you because he didn’t want to see your version of Jasper naked. Jasper strolled over to your table where you were still packing up. You didn’t need to stop by your locker because you always gathered all your stuff before the last class of the day. 

“Your house or mine? We should get the project done now instead of waiting.”

You stood up and began walking with him feeling an odd rush of calm being next to Jasper. “At least we don’t have to worry about a primary source.” 

“Why’s that?” Jasper asked as he escorted you to your car. 

He could feel the mischief rolling off of you as you said nothing but just got in the car. Jasper went over to the Jeep that he took with Rosalie and Emmett, knowing that you were just waiting so you could follow their car to their house. You rolled down your windows, not bothering to yell because you were positive they would hear you. You smirked to yourself as you fixed your hair and put on your seatbelt. 

“We don’t have to worry about a primary source because I’m sure Major Whitlock kept a diary like any good soldier did back then.” 

Jasper’s jaw dropped open as Emmett suddenly sped out of the parking lot at your words. Did you know about them? How did you know about them? At least with Bella it was because her friend Jacob had basically given her all the clues. 

For a moment, Jasper was worried that Emmett had sped too much and you weren’t going to be able to follow. But soon your car was pulling into their driveway. You stepped out of your car, mouth agape. 

“Wow. This house is… Wow.” 

Jasper walked over to you, scratching the back of his head. He couldn’t exactly let on that he heard you because there was always a small chance that you thought Major Whitlock was a relative of his. It’s not like there were any pictures. He squinted in thought. No, there was definitely a picture or two out there somewhere. 

You slipped your hand in his, gasping at the chill. You looked at where your hands were connected. Ice play wasn’t your thing but you couldn’t help but wonder if the chill of Jasper’s fingers would feel good inside you. Edward tensed up at the rogue idea and walked with stiff steps towards the house.

Jasper bit his tongue as he felt another wave of horniness wash off of you. There was still plenty of time left during the lunch period and you were almost done eating. He could think of something he really wanted to eat. There was a single gender-inclusive bathroom on the second floor. No one would even notice if you two went in there. He wondered what you tasted like, if it was as good as you smelled to him. Of course he got a little taste after you came on his fingers but he wanted to know what the source was like. It was so easy to picture your little gasps. Maybe you’d pull his blonde locks closer to you. He’d stick his tongue r—

Jasper’s thought was broken by Edward shooting up. He squinted in disgust at the loving couple next to him. Everyone at the table looked in a bit of confusion. Edward leaned over. 

“I hope you two fuck and do it quickly because I’m sick of seeing all your fantasies. Frankly, it’s gross. Especially you, Jas.” 

You buried your head in Jasper’s chest while he just looked shocked— both of you kind of forgot about Edward’s mindreading abilities. Emmett and the others were laughing wildly as Edward just shook his head and started to walk off. He was muttering to himself. 

“Two sick fucks. The bathroom? Really? You know how many people have had sex in that bathroom…”  

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#jasper hale x reader #twilight fic

[goldeneyedgirl]

AILess Whumptober Day 2: Insomnia

sweet dreams (day 2: insomnia).

twilight, alice/jasper, pg, human/vampire au, post-new moon. no warnings.

I don't think this is my finest work, but you know what, we're here for the vibes.

After the Cullens leave, I feel like… like some part of me is missing. Like I’ve been hollowed out but I’m still forced to walk around. I physically ache. All I want to do is sleep, except when I am finally, finally allowed to crawl into my bed.

That’s when it’s utterly impossible.

Aunt Lorraine says it’s my ribs, my shoulder. It’s been three months, they shouldn’t still be keeping me awake. I know that, but Lorraine insists it’s nothing else.

She gives me a bottle of essential oil and another crystal. More of her hippie nonsense; my dresser is cluttered with the other rocks she’s given me to solve my problems. I had to hide my aspirin in the pocket of my winter coat and my inhaler in my school bag because I know she’d throw them away if she knew about I still had them. Colloidal silver, oils, and stones are the only things she’ll allow, and I cannot stand it. After two months of having every oil and potion and leaf pushed on me instead of the painkillers the doctor prescribed, my tolerance is stretched to the limit.

“Some lavender to help you sleep, and some blood-stone for under your pillow,” she says, as she walks around the basement, straightening my things. “That one is a classic jasper…”

I nearly throw the stone against the wall when she says that, as if she’s intentionally hurt me, but she keeps prattling about the healing power of the newest oil and rock she’s given me and I know she hasn’t realized what she’s said.

The rock feels cold in my hand.

She doesn’t stay long, she never does; the cushions on the couch are fluffed, my schoolwork has been pointedly stuffed into the bookcase, and my laundry hamper is full. That is the extent of the mothering I get in this house; Uncle Rod’s always working - when he is on furlough, he’s good to me. He cares; he reminds me that he wanted me here every single time.

But Lorraine is distant and it’s clear that she’s drawing the boundaries between my cousin and me. And it’s fine, Willa’s so little, Lorraine wants to focus on her. She’s her daughter, I’m just her niece by marriage. She probably hadn’t wanted some troubled teenage girl she’d never met moving into her basement.

It’s fine.

But I wish…

“Sleep well,” Lorraine finally says as she leaves, pointedly not closing the door behind her, and I listen to her climb the basement stairs. I wish… I wish I had someone to kiss the top of my head, tuck me in, and maybe hug me when I cry.

I haven’t had a mom hug in so long. I could really use one.

I wait until I hear Lorraine close the door at the top of the stairs before I get up, and go into the laundry room to brush my teeth, and firmly shut my bedroom door behind me. I check my phone on the charger, ignoring the spam messages that pop up. Every freakin’ night, the stupid texts promising me credit cards and car loans, the phone calls that are silent just long enough for me to hope, only for the automated message to click in. If I didn’t know better, I’d think someone had signed me up to all of it as a punishment.

The oil and stone are still on my nightstand when I get back, practically mocking me. I ignore it as I climb back into my bed; the book we’re assigned for English rests under my pillow. It’s optimistic to think I’ll open it tonight. I’m already weeks behind.

I lie still and wait for something. Sleep, preferably. But it doesn’t come.

Mostly I think about what I had. What I lost. I want to travel back in time and shake myself. Those broken ribs don’t hurt as much as what comes next, you stupid girl. Beg him, scream and cry and throw a real tantrum to make sure that he doesn’t dare leave you behind.

Breathe deep so you remember his scent, of rain and leather and ashes scattered to the wind. The way you could curl against him, your cheek against his chest, and that perfect stillness that was so wrong and yet so calming; the way he would slide his hand under your shirt and over the skin and bone of your hip in a way that wasn’t sensual or lascivious, just comforting and so perfectly intimate.

And remember all of it properly. That proper, perfect feeling of a maybe family. The way Esme asks you to bring over the photo album so she can see you as a baby, a child, and makes you tell her about every single photograph, side by side on the couch, her fingers tracing over each snapshot of your face. The way Carlisle listens to you so intensely, like what you’re saying is so important, and then really thinks about what he says in response. The way Emmett made you leave an inhaler in his truck, just in case - and always offered to go through the drive-thru when you were in the car. Rosalie never smiling at you, never ever being slightly welcoming, but being the one that always checked if you needed a ride home after school.

And Bella’s wry little smiles, a beat-up book in her lap, and her hair around her face as you tried to explain something to her - a fashion trend, pop culture, some grand plan in the nebulous future. The way Edward would always move over just a little so you could sit down at the piano with him, the music propped up on the stand arranged for you if you wanted to sing the tune along with him; never needing to tell him that it was a comforting reminder of doing the same thing with your mom before she got sick.

Then remind yourself it was far too perfect to have lasted any longer.

Feeble moonlight spills in from the narrow windows where the wall meets the ceiling - the joys of living in a basement. I sink deeper into my bed, and I look over at my nightstand where the blood-stone sits. If I could smash it, I would.

My phone buzzes absently. Looking to refinance? Call [phone].

“I nearly had a mom and dad who could love me,” I whispered at it. “I nearly had a family forever. And someone who loved me no matter what.”

The tears are hot as they roll down my face. “Why couldn’t you stay? I… It was an accident, we could have fixed it.”

Nothing. It was just a rock, after all. The sleepless nights had caught up with me if I was talking to bedroom decor.

Rolling over to face the wall where my photo-wall had been, I squeeze my eyes shut and just plead with my brain to give me rest. More than the scant, soupy hour or two I got before dawn.

It refuses.

My chest hurts.

My phone buzzes again. Nickel off expired baby food today only!

I’d turn the stupid thing off, but I’d promised my sister that it didn’t matter what time of the day or night it was, if she called I would answer. There wasn’t much I else could do for her nearly three thousand miles away, but I could do that.

I didn’t feel this lonely in Mississippi. Not when mom died, not when dad remarried, not when I was at the hospital. I never thought of myself as being hopeful, but now… now I feel like there’s nothing. Just a void of days I have to fill. I can’t imagine feeling human enough to exist in the world as a functioning adult. I’m hanging on by my fingertips now, and it feels like it gets worse every single day.

It was so stupid. It was an accident. I think Dad or the hospital have hurt me worse.

My phone buzzes. Cheap Designer Gear!!! 1 Day Only!!

I glared over at my clock, as if it was the reason I was still awake, and not the hopelessness that had taken residence up in my bones. That my mind was traitorously replaying every chuckle, every quiet conversation, every gentle kiss. I wanted Jasper here with me now, tucked up beside me with a heavy book that would bore me to tears, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back to help me sleep. And when I’d wake up, he’d be gone but there would be a little note folded on my pillow. I love you, I’ll see you at school. I had dozens of them in the shoe box I’d banished my photographs to. Thirty two nights, thirty two little notes in his beautiful handwriting, all with the same first line.

I love you.

My eyes slide shut and maybe just for a moment I can float; that in-between sleep that solves nothing but at least makes the time pass. I am warm, the pain is tolerable, and right now I can almost remember how it feels to have Jasper’s hand on my back soothing me to sleep as he reads…

Buzz.

And the illusion was gone. Rolling over to an empty bed and grabbing my phone, knocking half the items piled on my nightstand everywhere, I felt like I was probably going to smash it if it was another ad.

A call from a number I didn’t recognize; Cynthia was always losing her phone, but I was more horrified that she was calling me after three a.m; she was twelve, she needed to be in bed asleep or watching Youtube or something. Not calling me for help.

“Hello?” I croak, weeks of no sleep and hopelessness coming through in that one word. I sounded about eighty. “Cece?”

Silence. I waited for the automated message to click in for a few seconds, but nothing.

“Cece?” I asked again, suddenly close to tears. “Please, just say something.”

“Alice?”

I was suddenly more awake than I had been in months, sitting up straight. Jasper, my Jasper.

He sounded terrible, desperate and broken and lost. A small part of me was relieved he was suffering as much as I was. A larger part was terrified because he was the one that took care of me, protected me; I didn’t know how to fix his problems.

But the largest part of me was just desperate for him not to hang up the phone.

“Jasper?” I sounded like a child when I said his name, and I heard his breath hitch.

“I’m here.”

I had a million questions for him. Where are you? Why are you calling? What’s wrong? Where’s your family? Why did you go?

None of them came out. Instead, I just started sobbing and was faintly aware of myself begging, pleading, with him to come home. Promising him that I’d do anything, anything if he’d just come back to Forks.

I don’t know how long I cried and begged but when I eventually ran out of tears, Jasper was still there, trying to calm me down.

“It hurts too much,” I sniffled down the phone. “I need you to come home, please.”

Silence. I could hear the sound of traffic; a payphone somewhere. This connection to him was tenuous, momentary, and the rising panic was making me feel sick.

“Alice,” his voice just made everything feel better, softer, and I would have given anything to have him beside me. “Alice, take a breath, you’re going to have an asthma attack or make yourself sick.” His voice had lost that desolate quality, had taken on that warmth that I remembered so well.

“Please come home,” I whispered. “I promise I’ll do whatever you want, I just need you here.” I could hear the wheeze in my voice, and Jasper probably could too. But I couldn’t bring myself to get up for my inhaler; it felt like if I moved, he’d be gone forever.

Silence. I could feel the tears building again.

“I’m coming,” he finally says, his voice cracking. I let out a sob. “I’ll be there soon, I promise. You need to rest, Alice. Why are you awake?”

“Can’t sleep,” I said, blotting my face with a tissue. “I just… can’t. I’m so tired Jasper, I need you to come home.”

“I’m coming home now, I promise.” My body is relaxing. “You need to sleep, Alice. Just close your eyes and I’ll wait for you to fall asleep, okay?”

“Do the others know you called me?” I said, curling into my pillow. I still had the letter they’d left me with, written by Rosalie, cold and impersonal. They had to go, they had to leave because they were a danger to me. That they would leave me to live out my life in peace and wished me the best. It was the kind of very polite missive that cut right through me and made me feel very small and insignificant.

“Don’t worry about the others,” Jasper said soothingly. “They’re fine. Everyone misses you. I miss you.”

“You do?” I sounded pitiful.

“So very much.” His voice cracks and I can hear the pain, the longing. “I’m so sorry Alice.”

“I’ll forgive you as soon as you get here,” I yawn. “In person, I promise. How far away are you?”

“It’s going to take me a couple of days, but I’ll leave as soon as you go to sleep.”

“Tell me,” I began, sleep prickling at me. “What you’ve been doing.”

His voice was warm and melodic and I couldn’t distinguish a single word of it as my mind grew fuzzier, aware of nothing but Jasper’s voice and the warmth of my phone screen.

Home, home, he was coming home. And we’d never, ever be parted again. I refused, I couldn’t. He was home…

Love you, love you. The words drip in my mind, the last conscious thought I had.

If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.

I blinked sleepily as my phone alarm went off for school, balanced on the edge of my nightstand. I had fallen asleep in an odd little cocoon of pillows and blankets but it was the deepest sleep I’d had in weeks.

I had only the vaguest memory of my dreams, of Jasper’s voice and comfort, tears of desperation and then of relief. I had felt safe, hopeful again. Whatever it had been, I felt clearer than I had in a long time.

And as I climbed out of bed, I saw the blood-stone, where it had fallen next to my pillow. Instead of tossing it amongst the others, I left it where it fell.

Maybe it would give me another nice dream tonight.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptober prompt 2: overworked/insomnia/exhaustion #alice cullen #jasper hale #jalice #twilight fan fiction #human/vampire au #a lil chaotic #a rambly little fic today #i am fascinated by how many of these i'll get done honestly #my fic: whumptober2023 #my fic: one-shots #oh i really hope i have time for tomorrow's #that could be a wee bit fun

[queerlilchinchin]

WiM? Segment 1: Naomi

"Daddy, I'm home!" Naomi calls from the front door, slamming it closed and tossing her backpack on the floor. Before she knows it, she's swept in Luke's arms in a tight embrace.

"How was-"

"Ahem." The voice makes them both stop as she glances down at her backpack, grabbing it and smiling sheepishly at Jasper.

"Sorry... I'm just so tired."

"I don't need to hear excuses, just footsteps going upstairs." Naomi makes a face at the tall blonde man she calls her father but heaves a sigh and turns to do as instructed. Luke tosses an arm around her shoulders and follows her upstairs.

"I wanna hear all about your first day of high school," he tells her, making her smile once more.

"Oh, you won't believe who has my homeroom class with me!"

"Who?"

"Sammy!" This makes Luke make a face as he glances at her with narrowed eyes.

"You mean that boy you wouldn't stop prattling on about last year?"

"Yes!"

"The one you shared your first kiss with?"

"Yes."

"The same one who broke your heart at the end of the year and nearly died at your dad's hands?" Now she hesitates before replying.

"... yes..."

"Why do you do this to us?" He sighs dramatically. "Are you trying to make your father a murderer?" She says nothing now as they reach her door and she throws it open to toss her bag inside.

"It's not a big deal, daddy. We're just friends now."

"Really? You're friends with a guy you have a massive cru-"

"Had a massive crush on. We're over it." Just then, her phone dings and she quickly glances at it, beaming. This makes Luke's eyebrow lift as if to say yeah, right. Had.

She glances over then rolls her eyes.

"It's nothing, daddy. Stop worrying so much!"

"I'm a little worried you're not worrying enough. You know how your father is." She makes another face and throws her bag on her bed, plopping down to reply to the text. Luke glances over her shoulder, to which she pulls her screen away from his sight.

"How about some privacy?" She snips, mood shifting now that she's chatting with him. Luke's eyes narrow.

"I don't want you seeing this boy again, Naomi. He hurt you so much last year."

"Nothing's going to happen, daddy, it's just a text message! Now get out." Now she stands to shove him out the door. He turns to open his mouth to say something, but before he can get a word out edgewise, the door is slammed in his face.

He puts his hand on the knob but doesn't turn it.

"Dinner's in an hour," he calls, innerly sighing. She's going to get hurt again, he just knows it... and it took all summer for him to convince Jasper not to murder him...

How is he going to react knowing they're back in touch and in homeroom together? He'd better shmooze the shit out of his boyfriend.

He walks downstairs to catch Jasper taste testing their supper and humming approval but muttering about something and going into the cupboards to grab some spices.

"Hey, handsome," Luke greets casually. Jasper's muscles visibly tense, to which Luke hesitates to continue. He knows Jasper is a master at reading him.

"She's going back to that boy, isn't she?" Jasper asks instantly. Luke flinches but takes a deep breath.

"No... but she is in class with him... and... she is text-"

"NAOMI!" Before Luke can finish his response, Jasper is at the bottom of the staircase, calling up to their daughter. His tone is more than giving away his annoyance. "GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!"

The door swings open and Naomi can be seen peering down at both of her parents, Luke looking apologetic and Jasper looking impatient.

"What is it, father?"

"Did I ask you to talk from up there? Get down here now." She narrows her eyes in Luke's direction with an expression of betrayal and storms down the stairs, following her parents to the livingroom and throwing herself on the couch, arms crossed and body slouched.

"Fath-"

"You don't get to speak until asked to," Jasper snaps crossly. She huffs but falls into silence. Luke glances between father and daughter and sighs, knowing arguing with Jasper's attitude would be futile and would only turn his wrath in both directions. Naomi is staring him down from her seat across from them.

"So your daddy tells me that you're in class with that boy," he says after a moment of silence between all in the room. She huffs and glares in Luke's direction but says nothing confirming nor denying her father's claims. "This is where you speak, young lady."

"Yes I am," she snaps, offering no other words, eyes not even budging a centimeter. Jasper continues to stare at her as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he does.

"You are not to speak to him. You are not to look at him-"

"That's going to be hard to do considering we're science lab partners!"

Jasper sits up straighter, looking horrified.

"You're in chemistry together?" He asks, voice hushed.

"That's right, Jasper. We have Chemistry." She looks smug at the look of horror that crosses his face at her words and stands.

"If that is all, I will be going to my room." As Luke glances at Jasper in silence, Jasper says nothing, brain seeming to be attempting to grasp the new information and short circuiting in doing so. She smirks and turns on her heels to leave.

Luke follows her out.

"That was cruel," he mutters.

"He's cruel," she returns with a shrug. "Besides... it's true." And this time, it's Luke's turn to be horrifically silent. She smirks again, goes to the staircase, turns to him and winks.

"Thanks for the talk, daddy." She blows him a kiss and races up the stairs to continue texting with the boy she hopes to get back together with this year.

Father and daddy remain downstairs, not even registering that dinner is now burning on the stove.

#my writing #creative writing #writers of tumblr #writeblr #what is morality #wim #my wips

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

"I'll have to tell Peter our friendship is pure and wholesome [...] Alice just shook her hand not even looking at him[...]I might best be described as a coke head. The list is very long." Alice's stare was growing duller by the second" what's up with her reaction? I didnt get the feeling that she was having a vision in that moment so why was she upset? Normally I would say the realization that her relationsip is fake and only exist because of her visions but since it is Alice I figured she already knows or wouldn't care so why does she get upset? I mean, this is all in the past and she did know he did terrible things and I don't think it even occurs to her that most of that sex was probably dubious at best since the other participants weren't aware that Jasper would kill them later +the whole newborn thing, so what gives? I just want to understand her thought process and indignation(?) better (not a Jalice anon)

For the Love of a Woman by me and @therealvinelle

"Not a Jalice anon" Anon, are you the same Not a Jalice anon as last time? I'm ever so curious. (And still laughing, as you're right, you probably did need that disclaimer as I would have said something about it.)

It's a matter of she's having visions of her family collapsing around her, including her and Jasper without the Cullens to hold them together, and Jasper's just prattling on about his past history as if nothing's going wrong.

Alice is sitting in a room full of people who have no idea that everything's changed forever.

Even her own relationship with Jasper is a part of that and Jasper seems to have no idea that he's going to leave her.

It's the everything that has Alice upset.

#twilight #twilight renaissance #for the love of a woman #alice cullen #jasper whitlock #alice/jasper #anti alice/jasper #meta #shipping #vinelle #therealvinelle

[flowerslut]

*crowd screaming* one fell swoop snippet! one fell swoop snippet! one fell swoop snippet!

okay why not here you go, a chapter 1 snippy:

Hardly a minute into his walk Jasper realized the girl was following him.

He didn’t stop, turn to acknowledge her, or slow his pace. He tried to reason with himself that it was the main trail back to civilization. Or at least back to the main road. He began to both wonder and hope that his car hadn’t been towed. Earlier, when he’d gotten to the end of the road he had pulled over and parked without sparing a second-thought about reading any street signs.

It wasn’t like he’d been planning on returning.

He swore out loud and then started walking a little faster, wincing at the soreness in his body. He’d left the keys in the car, unlocked. That way, when they found his car they’d be able to move it quickly. Hopefully it hadn’t been moved yet. Or stolen…

After what he could only assume was an hour—he didn’t own a watch or have his phone on him—he saw the first sign, signaling that a road was up ahead and advising caution to the hikers and mountain-bikers. He slowed his pace a little and then turned to look over his shoulder for the first time, confirming that yes, the girl was still following him at a distance.

He’d put a fair bit of space between them over the last mile or so, but he only watched her approaching form for a few seconds before turning back around and heading toward where he thought he last saw his car. He didn’t need to give her any opportunity to catch up to him. If she was going to start prattling on about bullshit to him again, he could just sit in the car, turn on the engine, and crank the volume on the radio up.

Or he could go for a quick drive around town and come back later. Or just drive to a different part of the coast. There were plenty of cliffs around the area. She couldn’t materialize at all of them. Sure, he had chosen this one because it was the furthest out and appeared to be not very popular in terms of foot-traffic, but from what he remembered of yesterday’s frenzied google searches he knew there were other places he could go.

The more options he was faced with, the calmer he became. The second he spotted the old blue Corolla he made a beeline for it, letting out a sigh of relief that it was still there. A couple more cars were there, too. He idly wondered which of the cars were hers, assuming she wasn’t some lunatic who simply lived in the woods to babble at randoms strangers…

#once this draft is done it'll be much easier to edit than roots since its FAR less complicated #ofs #one fell swoop #i'm counting this as a sunday snippet or whatever since its still sunday where I live #i'll post the first few chapters at SOME point this year even if the fic isn't done bc I swear I promised that at some point last year #jalice

[frostyalice]

*kicks fic into the void*

has it really been *looks at clipboard* almost 3 years since posting a jalice fic??? yes. am i as active as i was then? absolutely not. is this completely random considering the answer to those two questions? yes. anyway! i am officially throwing this bit of fic i had started writing into the void. i didn't realize i had 2k of it written but the following part is what i had planned to be the ending/what really inspired it

context!/summary: nomadic jasper au. Alice has been living with the cullens on her own for a while. Jasper has long since split from charlotte and peter. He stumbles across a small town with an unusually high (living) body count considering there's 4+ vampires residing there. never feels good enough to approach but soon he and alice are having their own little forest clearing visits. he knows she knows an uncanny amount about him. but still hasn't shown his face or introduced himself. until now

He’s standing in his usual tree; high enough that a human would never spot him, and with enough branch covering that he felt a little sense of protection from Alice.

Alice, who’s currently prattling on about her day, telling him how she had had the funniest visions of a guy named Mike Newton get shot down by a girl named Lauren.

Suddenly, her eyes lose focus a little and he loses his emotional read on her. It had freaked him out at first; she essentially disappeared to him. But he’s used to it now, even though his eyes do a quick sweep for any potential dangers. She comes to with a smile that seems mostly to herself.

“Anyway, I do believe it’s time for me to head back,” she says abruptly. Jasper frowns, never liking the thought of her leaving him to go back to that coven of vampires. “I’m sure you’ve already figured it out,” she interrupts, “but I just realized I’ve never formally introduced myself.” The small vampire is correct. He figured out all their names within a day of stumbling across their strange house. Still, he appreciates the sentiment of introducing oneself.

“I’m Alice Cullen,” she announces cheerfully, as seemed to be her default mood. “I’d love for you to introduce yourself, too.” A small frown graces her lips, and Jasper feels a twinge of shame at having been the one to put it there, even if done so indirectly. “Maybe one day you’ll do me the honor.”

She turns to leave, like every other day, never expecting anything from him. And Jasper, he has had enough of this hiding.

“Jasper,” he finds himself saying before he can second guess it. He takes his time descending branches in what he hopes is a graceful, non-scary manner. “My name is Jasper Whitlock.”

He doesn’t know what to expect, but it sure isn’t what happens next. The small vampire holds out her hand and smiles a smile so bright it’d put the sun to shame.

“I know. You’ve kept me waiting a long time.”

Clearly having lost all reason, he advances so he’s just a foot away from her. She still doesn’t flinch.

“My apologies, ma’am.”

Hand still extended, he knows this is one of those moments. One he’ll remember for the rest of his existence. She doesn’t react when he places his scar covered hand in her clean, petite one.

With a feeling of happiness stronger than he’d ever experienced and a warm feeling he wasn’t quite sure he knew a word for enveloping him, she starts to lead him towards the house.

And for the first time in nearly a century, he feels a feeling he’s never felt before.

Hope.

#lmaoooo wtf #y am i posting #it's sunday #have the ending of a fic ya'll #jalice fanfiction #mine #my word doc says i started this in september2019 #anyway off to go read the rest of this #bc i really don't remember anything else but this bit #my fic

[notti-stellate]

A scene where the reader Prattles (rambles) to Jasper

Just posted it!!!

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Gemstone Sentinel

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/W7T1tMq

by AidanTheCrab

While he sat on the side of the road, waiting for the tow company with his dad who was prattling on about ice cream for some reason, something clicked in Steven's mind. No matter what he did, no matter how much he messed up, they would never see him for the monster he was. For Christ's sake, he just totaled his dad's van and house with one outburst, and he's talking about how proud he is.

Beach City wasn't a home, not anymore, it was now a miserable cesspit of pity and failed expectations, a poisonous mix that would rot his organs one by one. He needed to get away, it didn't matter where.

Words: 2322, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Steven Universe (Cartoon), Young Justice (Cartoon)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Steven Universe, Connie Maheswaran, Pearl (Steven Universe), Garnet (Steven Universe), Amethyst (Steven Universe), Greg Universe, Lion (Steven Universe), Bismuth (Steven Universe), Lapis Lazuli (Steven Universe), Peridot (Steven Universe), Kon-El | Conner Kent, Dick Grayson, Wally West, Kaldur'ahm | Jackson Hyde, M'gann M'orzz, Artemis Crock, Zatanna Zatara, Roy Harper, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman), Dinah Lance, Oliver Queen, Arthur Curry (DCU), Barry Allen, Red Tornado, White Diamond (Steven Universe), Yellow Diamond (Steven Universe), Blue Diamond (Steven Universe), Spinel (Steven Universe), Jasper (Steven Universe), The Light Members (Young Justice), Vandal Savage, Lex Luthor, Emerald (Steven Universe)

Relationships: Connie Maheswaran/Steven Universe, Kon-El | Conner Kent/M'gann M'orzz, Artemis Crock/Wally West, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Steven Universe Future, Empire City (Steven Universe), Steven Universe Needs Therapy, I'm just assuming that Delmarva is just Delaware, Steven joins The Team

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/W7T1tMq

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

[lepetitmonstre3]

How many humans do you think Jasper killed for her Diamond? Hoping the more she slaughtered, the most civilizations she laid waste to, the more her Diamond would love her?

How many times did Jasper come to Pink Diamond covered in human blood, “For you, my Diamond.” And Pink would only turn away, overwhelmed with horror. Thinking, My stars. Anything but this.

#su spoilers #steven universe #su pink diamond #su jasper #fandom: steven universe #prattle

[autismmydearwatson]

You know that trope where prostitution is portrayed as the point of a woman's story where she is at her lowest, poorest, and most vulnerable and easy to exploit? Jekyll and Hyde? Les Miserables? Moulin Rouge? Yeah. That's the 'Saul Goodman' persona to Jimmy McGill.

#better call saul #the amount of times his job is compared to prostitution is too many to be a coincidence #saul goodman #jimmy mcgill #bcs #'bezoar of calcified rage' and all that #but i dont think his emotional state is at its best in breaking bad #breaking bad #brba #jaspers prattling

[apocalypticbadass]

Sapphic Vampire Lovers (Smut)

A/N: Hey guysss it’s Alice smut time. Haven't been able to get the woman out of my head recently so here are my musings. You live with the Cullens and Alice is your girlfriend, but no one at school knows. You’re basically an adopted sibling so I might refer to the kiddos as your brother/sister. Also I’m not saying Alice can't see the future in this but like...lowkey...it’s hard as hell to write for her when she already knows everything lol.

Warnings: Smut, cursing, I think that’s it.

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You sighed loudly as Mike Newton continued to prattle on about unimportant matters by your side. The bell signaled the beginning of class, and you feigned an apologetic look, which Mike believed wholeheartedly as he scurried to his seat. Poor boy. You turned to Emmett, your “brother” who sat next to you in Chem.

“He doesn’t give up, does he?” Emmett snickered.

You shook your head and sighed. “Oh shut it, Em.”

“You should just turn him away at this point. It’s going too far. Alice is starting to really notice.”

“Wait actually? She can’t possibly think I would ever pick Mike Newton over her.” You replied, getting quite nervous that Alice might be upset with you.

“I’m just sayin’. He’s always flirting with you, the last thing you want is for Alice to get the wrong idea.” “Yeah, you're right. Thanks Em.”

He smiled at you and ruffled your hair before you both turned towards the front to pay some attention to your teacher. You couldn’t sit still for the entirety of class, Emmett kept having to pull your hands out of your mouth to stop you from biting your nails or rest his hand on your knee to keep your leg from bouncing. The bell rang after a painfully long class, and all you wanted was to get out of there. It was the last period of the day, so you and Emmett grabbed your things and booked it out of class, he understood your desire to leave. What the both of you had missed while you were too busy worrying about your anxiety, was that Mike Newton had left class 10 minutes early with Eric Yorkie and Tyler Crowley. How Emmett’s incredible hearing and sight had missed that, you’ll never know. Or maybe he just thought it was unimportant. The rest of your family caught up with you, and Alice linked her arm in yours.

“Hi baby.” She said with a smile.

“Hi Ali.” You answered, nuzzling into her shoulder as you walked.

As you all got closer to the parking lot, Emmett gasped. “Oh my fucking God...”

“Oh Jesus, here we go.” Rosalie sighed.

Draped across the side of Mike’s minivan, made of canvas and paint, was a sign that read “(Y/N), will you go to prom with me?”

You stopped dead in your tracks.

This could not be happening.

No way was this happening.

You turned, horrified, to look at Alice’s face. She was staring straight ahead, jaw set, eyes unreadable. You softly disconnected your arms and rushed over to Mike, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

He beamed as he saw your urgency. “So, what do you think?”

“Mike, take it down right now.” You pleaded. “I’m sorry but I won’t go to prom with you.”

His face fell as Eric and Tyler moved to take the sign down and save Mike a little bit of embarrassment.

“I’m sorry Mike, I have to go.”

“Yeah, no, it’s cool.” He said, rubbing the back of his head.

Your family was on your left and they were already getting into the car. Alice was at the back, and you grabbed her wrist while begging her to turn around and talk to you. “Alice, please, can we talk?”

“What is there to talk about?” She spat, venom in her voice. “Clearly you gave him a reason to think he should ask you. You’re very friendly, and I love that about you, but I think flirting with someone when you have a girlfriend is way too far.” “Alice you know I would never do that. You know how loyal I am to you, Mike could never hold a candle to you. I swear I’ve never flirted with him in my life, he’s just obsessed or something.” Your eyes shone with tears. “Please, baby. Trust me, not him. I swear on my life I only love you.”

You could see the slightest softening of her defensive exterior as your (y/e/c) eyes bore into her deep amber ones.

She stepped closer to you and sighed. “You’re right, I’m overreacting, I suppose. You haven’t given me any reason to believe that you’d flirt with him.” Alice placed her lips below your ear. “Unfortunately for you, you’ll have to pay for poor Mike’s mistake. I’ll have to remind you who you belong to, just incase you needed a refresher.”

Your breath caught in your throat, a blush creeping onto your cheeks since you knew that your family could hear you quite clearly from inside the car.

“I’ll meet you at home.” She said before turning on her heel to walk home, she’d be back before the rest of you.

You got in the car behind the passenger seat, head in your hands as Emmett laughed from the other side of the car. “What did I tell you?”

“Drop it, McCarty.” You glared at him.

“She’ll come around.” Jasper said, hand on your knee. “She’s not actually mad, just jealous that he can be so carefree with his feelings while you both have to hide yours.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Just sucks.” “At least you’ll get good sex out of it.” Rosalie said nonchalantly, looking at her nails, which she had painted last night.

“Get some!” Emmett cheered, which made you bust out laughing.

The car ride home was comfortably quiet, everyone else’s mind wandering to other things, Rosalie and Edward speaking to one another in a nearly inaudible tone.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach when you pulled up to the Cullen house, met by Alice leaning against her Porsche, arms folded neatly across her chest. Jasper squeezed your shoulder in encouragement, feeling your nerves flow, and eased your anxiety as best as he could, one last time. Alice got in the car before you could get over to her, and just before she shut the door, she gave you a “come hither” motion. You opened the passenger door and sat carefully inside of the car, careful not to track in any mud.

“Hi.” You said softly as she began to drive.

“Hello.”

You fell into silence, zoning out while looking out the window, wondering where the hell you were going. You tried very hard not to let her know how nervous you were, but the attempt was futile because she could hear your erratic heartbeat.

“Where exactly are we going?” You managed to say, in a calmer voice than you thought you could muster.

“You’ll see. It’ll be fun.” She said lightly, tossing you a wink.

20 minutes later, Alice pulled into a hotel parking lot, probably the fanciest building you had ever seen. You knew you were in Seattle, but had never been to this secluded area with these fancy buildings. You felt severely underdressed, the both of you casual, but her level of fashion much higher than yours, her walk far more graceful. She gave the keys to the valet as they pulled luggage out of the trunk. Alice took one bag for herself and handed one to you. She kept her hand on the small of your back and led you through the massive glass doors, which were opened for you of course. The gorgeous decor of the lobby kept your gaze until Alice had signed you both in.

“Come on now, love.” Her voice was like melted honey.

Your gaze flipped to her and you followed her to the elevator, where she pushed the button for the top floor. Your eyes went wide as you remembered peering up to the peak of the building and how high it was. As you stepped out, there was one single door in front of you. Alice swiftly unlocked it and ushered you inside, bolting the lock shut immediately. As you walked around in awe, you felt yourself being whisked away, vision blurring as Alice ran you both into the bedroom, where she tossed you onto the silk duvet. Her dainty, but incredibly strong hands pushed your shoulders back onto the bed. 

“What to do with you?” She pretended to think before pulling a pair of cuffs from behind her back. 

You bit your lip as you felt butterflies down below. Your wrists were in one of her hands in a second, cuffed to the headboard before you could even blink. “Are you going to be good for me, darling?”

“Yes baby, I will.”

“Good.” She muttered into your ear, tearing your shirt off to suck on the exposed skin of your breasts. All you wanted to do was tangle your fingers into her short hair as she marked your body. Your wrists audibly struggled against your confines and you groaned. Alice laughed. She tore your bra off in a fluid motion, gently worrying one of your nipples between her teeth.

You sucked in a breath. “Ali, please. Wanna touch you.”

She swiftly flipped you onto your stomach. “No ma’am. Not allowed.”

She then pulled your pants and underwear off in one go, leaving you completely exposed. Alice slid a finger towards your clit, circling it slowly. You whined and squirmed, so she ripped all contact away from you. You felt her cool breath at your ear and her disapproving tsk. “I thought you said you were going to be good for me.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll be good. I promise.”

“You better.” She replied, swiftly inserting one finger into your vagina. You took a sharp breath through your nose, trying to keep still. She curled her finger into your g-spot at an incredible pace, causing you to take a mouthful of the bedsheets to keep yourself quiet. She was pleasantly surprised at how good you were being, so she added another finger, scissoring you open. It took absolutely everything in you to just stay still and quiet.

Once you felt stretched enough, she placed a kiss at the base of your spine and retracted all contact, flashing across the room to grab a bag. You were unable to see this, but her clothes were off in an instant, and she had fastened one of her many straps around her hips. She’d chosen your favorite attachment, a hot pink dildo that measured around 7.5 inches. She leaned down to whisper in your ear while allowing the toy to nestle into the cleft of your butt.

“You’re not even gonna remember Mike Newton’s name after this.”

With that comment, she slid the tip of the toy into your entrance, slowly pushing into you, stretching you all the way out. “You can make noise now, love.” She purred.

Immediately, a string of profanities left your mouth. “Holy fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good inside me.”

After a few moments, you felt her icy hips hit your butt, felt her lips sucking marks onto your shoulder blades. “Move please, baby.” You whined, trying not to struggle against her. She pulled out of you slowly, and entered you once more. Taking her time, Alice picked up a pace that made your toes curl, she hit your g-spot every single time.

“Jesus fuck, Ali, God you’re so good. Feels so good, so fucking good, babygirl.” You babbled on as she drilled you into the bed at an inhuman pace, hands tangled into your hair.

“You just needed a little reminder, didn’t you, doll? Just needed to remember who you belong to. Mike Newton could never fuck you this good.” She growled, nipping at your earlobe. You wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but your words couldn't get past the way Alice was making you feel. Your clit gained some friction as each thrust pushed your body into the mattress a little further.

“Alice I’m so fucking close babes, please don’t fucking stop.” You cried out, the inferno in your stomach threatening release.

“Come for me, love.”

With her words, you came hard, squirting all over the duvet, leaving it soaked. Alice pushed all the way into you and stilled for a moment, relishing. “You were so good for me, babygirl. So beautiful.” She praised, pulling out of you and flipping you over.

“Wanna taste you.” You whined. “Sit on my face.”

Alice smirked at you and quickly unfastened the strap before positioning her dripping pussy over your mouth, settling softly with a moan. She had remained untouched until now, so the contact was quite welcome. “Christ, babe. Your mouth feels so good.”

Your tongue explored her walls, licking every surface, nose bumping her clit every so often. She leaned back and placed her hands on your thighs, squeezing them softly to get a grip. You moved to her clit, lips wrapping around it and drawing it into your mouth, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lover. You fervently continued, fully putting your mouth to work.

“Please, gonna come.” She rasped out, just before coating your face with her slick. “Oh my God, (y/n), so incredible.” Alice moaned while you continued to suck on her, drawing out her orgasm. You gazed at her with doe eyes from between her legs before she got off of you, reaching for the key to unlock your cuffs. She rubbed your wrists to soothe them before nuzzling into your neck and tangling her legs into yours.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over the way you taste.” You said after a few moments of silence.

Alice giggled. “I can absolutely say the same for you. That was amazing.”

“Totally. I love you. Sorry Mike asked me to prom.”

She let out a belly laugh, pulling you on top of her. “No need to apologize. I’m sorry for overreacting, quite dumb of me to be honest.”

“It upsets you that we can’t express our emotions for each other as freely as Mike can express his emotions for me.” “I just wish people could understand our love, understand that our gender is totally irrelevant.” She sighed, stroking your hips as she spoke. “I just love you so much and I wish I was able to show it in public without fear of something happening to you. God forbid anyone got violent.” “I know, baby, it’s really scary sometimes.” You cupped her face, stroking her cheekbone with one hand, combing through her hair with the other.

“I don’t want to say it, but you know what I’m thinking.” Alice whispered, expression growing serious.

“I’ve been thinking about it recently as well, I think we have to do it. Sometime soon, I want to be with you forever. We’ll set a date.”

Alice gave you a lopsided grin. “Can’t wait to be sapphic vampire lovers until the end of time.” 

You laughed, leaning down to kiss her. “Oh hell yeah.”

#alice cullen #the cullens #alice cullen imagine #alice cullen x reader #alice cullen smut #alice cullen x reader smut #twilight #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn #midnight sun #vampire #sapphic #lesbian

[antiquated-dust]

Prodigy

The Night Market drew to a close and she was relieved of her shift. She traveled with the breaking dawn at her back. Through alleys and within shadows, she found her way back to the rented room in the Rakuza district. A cup of tea- though she’d have preferred coffee- was waiting. 

A grimace touched her lips as she fished a pack of cigarettes from her pocket. Placed them next to her lacquered mask. It stared without word, it’s puckish grin speaking volumes. Her brow dipped into a furrow. She took a ginger sip of tea. Silence left room for wandering thoughts. Memories brewed in the steam that drifted from her cup. 

And in the quiet she remembered when she first heard the word prodigy... 

The sun blistered terracotta roads. It was the kind of heat that siphoned the moisture from the air, and promised only sweat and fetid heat. Her and A’gust found reprieve under the shop’s awning. Huddled together as they watered the plants. The watering can had been two sizes too large for Auggie. Thus, he held it between both hands and tipped it with his whole body, showering Desert Saffrons in a dewy mist. Max supported the underside of the can to keep him from falling over. Her lips curled in a tender smile as she watched his ears flick with concentration. 

She tried to ignore the stench of cigarette ash and the dry-prattle of a smoker’s cough that coated the air. Yet curiosity always got the best of her, and so she stole a glance towards the chairs set up outside the shop door. 

Father and his brother - who had traveled two days and three nights by Chocobo to visit from Black Brush Station- sat across from one another. A pack of Woodbine cigarettes and an ashtray shared between them over a game of Triple Triad. Father drew a heavy drag from his cigarette, and held the smoke in as he mulled over his next move. 

“I tell you no lies, Jasper..” -Smoke rolled off his lips- “She is clever beyond her years.” He plucked a card from his hand and flicked it into the ever-growing pile. 

Uncle Jasper shuffled through his hand before drawing another card. A grimace touched his lips. “Everyone says that about their children.” He chewed on his cigarette, concentration weighing on his brow. “Just ‘cause they can spell their bloody name doesn’t make them a genius.” 

“So pragmatic in your thinking.” Father reclined in his chair, cards set aside in favor of folding his hands in his lap. “Has the sun dried what little optimism was left in you? Baked you into a jaded stone?” 

“Stop,” -Jasper tossed a card onto the table- “Talking in riddles, brother. If’n you’re so keen on it, then prove it to me.” 

Laughter rumbled in Father’s chest and remained trapped there until he fell into a coughing fit. He waved off concerned looks offered by Jasper and his children. After a moment’s time, he found his withered smile and beckoned both Max and A’gust hither. 

A’gust looked up to Max, eyes wide and ears flicking. She offered a reassuring smile and helped him with the watering can. It was left to sit by a pot of budding Nopales. They both walked hand-in-hand to their father’s side. 

“A’gust.” Father clapped a weathered hand on top his head, ruffling his hair. It brought a meek grin to the boy’s lips. “Fetch me quill and parchment, please.” 

A curt nod given before the young Miqo’te slipped inside on quiet feet. Jasper quirked an eyebrow in question. Max met his dubious expression with a indignant pout. 

“Poor mute. Is he daft?” he asked, snuffing out his cigarette. 

“No. He talks,” she quipped, “Just not to strangers.” The heat of Father’s disapproval pressed on the back of neck, setting the hairs on edge. She kept her gaze trained on Uncle Jasper. As an after thought she added, “He’s very shy...” 

Father’s dower countenance remained until A’gust returned with asked items. The furrow lifted from his brow, replaced by a smile of a warmer vintage. “Thank you,” he breathed, rewarding the boy with another pat on the head. “Now then...” 

Father scrawled a throng of numbers. Max watched from the corner of her eyes. His hand unsteady belied the age which creased his eyes and pulled his cheeks into jaunt hollows. The other children’s fathers were old, but hers was much older. While some held fragments of youth, Father kept only remnants hinted at by the auburn color that clung to his hair, and the glimmer of light in his eyes as he worked. 

“Here, Maxi.” 

He slid the parchment to Max and placed the quill in her hand. “Solve it.” A finger thumped the written problem:  (♏︎🝮  ) 13℥  + 14  🜹 * +  10℥🜖 +  🜄 4 ♂2 ⊛4  → ( ♈︎🝮 ♋︎ 4🝮 ♏︎ 2🝮 )26℥  +  ( ♋︎ 🝮 ♏︎ 4🝮 )__ ℥ r +  7℥ Potassium   →  (♏︎🝮  )  18℥ +  ( ♋︎ 2🝮 )  __ ℥ +  __ ℥ ☿ 

“As we’ve practiced.” 

Pin-pricks danced up Max’s arms as an icy-chill dripped into her stomach. She swallowed hard, looked between Jasper and her father, and placed quill to paper. The weight of their attention pressed heavily on her shoulders. She hated performing. It muted the warm thrum of numbers in her head, twisting them into knots, until her ears started to ring. 

These symbols were her needle and the numbers her string. And with held breath, she sewed together a perfectly balanced formula that felt pleasing in her mind. 

She released  a sputtering sigh. Turned the paper back to Father. Bit her lip as he looked over her answer:  (♏︎🝮  ) 13℥  + 14  🜹 * +  10℥🜖 +  🜄 4 ♂2 ⊛4  → ( ♈︎🝮 ♋︎ 4🝮 ♏︎ 2🝮 )26℥  +  ( ♋︎ 🝮 ♏︎ 4🝮 )14℥ r +  7℥ Potassium   →  (♏︎🝮  )  18℥ +  ( ♋︎ 2🝮 ) 13℥ +  10℥ ☿

His smile could’ve outshined the stars. 

“You see that?” Father held the parchment up, ignorant of his own brother’s perplexity. “Can your child do that? Hm?” 

Jasper crossed his arms with a chuff. “No,” he professed, “I suppose not.” 

“You suppose right!” Father cackled, “Neither of your children hold a candle to my girl.” He drew Max into his arms. The scent of alchemical ash and cigarette smoke washed over her, warming the misgivings which stirred in her stomach. She smiled to herself. 

“My prodigy.”

Max clucked her tongue, the last of her bitter tea drained from the mug. A tired sigh fell from her lips. 

Another shift at the Night Market waited... 

... And she was so awfully tired. 

#Max Parkhurst #The Alchemists #ffxiv stories #| Prodigy | #Max memories #dribble #drabble

[meet-me-in-the-pouringrain]

Good evening I’m currently crying about the Cullen Family dynamic I have concocted in my head.

- Carlisle and Jasper sitting down together to better educate their old asses on the social conducts / normalities today.

- Esme and Rosalie taking nature walks together and just talking. Mother - Daughter day. Sometimes, if she wants, Alice joins them.

- Emmett fully starting all out battles be it Nerf, snowball or water balloons early in the morning and all of them throw caution to the wind and join in. It usually ends in couple v couple with Edward off to the side in a huff until Bella joins and fuckin obliterates every single one of them.

- Jasper, Emmett and Edward (when he’s not being so annoying) embrace their brotherly relationship. They wrestle, argue, throw things and fight but it’s usually all in good fun. Until Eddie gets pissy then it’s real.

- Carlisle bonds with the kids when they are turned and makes it a point to do it as often as he can after. With Bella, he sits and discusses Literature for hours, with Alice they discuss her visions and he helps her delve into her past, Emmett (don’t tell Esme) he helps him Scheme, Jasper ^^^^, Edward they barely talk now that Bella is in the picture but when they do they could be up there for hours talking about whatever. He tried with Rosalie but she scares him.

- Esme makes it a point to spend time with the kids too. She and Emmett discuss their farm lives and debate over easier methods, Alice tries to style her differently every summer, Bella and her cook, Jasper usually prattles on for hours about horses and whatnot and Esme smiles patiently unwilling to tell him her farm was a vegetable one and not animal. Sometimes he just wants to be near her because she had the Best Vibes , Rose and her bond over their trauma at first but it slowly morphs into idle chatter about nothing. Edward, in my head, clings onto Esme more than anyone thinks because she reminds him of Elizabeth and usually is just around her while Esme is busting herself with design or painting.

- They honour Esme’s Jewish heritage along with Carlisle’s Anglican beliefs every December and have a mix of the two holidays. Rosalie, Bella and Alice spends hours every November making a menorah for Esme from scratch whereas Emmett, Jasper and Edward tackle the Christmas decorations. Emmett is on light duty. Alice spends hundreds of dollars buying matching clothes and pyjamas for all the Cullens.

- Esme and Bella spends hours in the kitchen whipping up Christmas and Thanksgiving dinner for the pack. Esme also makes various meals for Bella to take to Charlie while they still lived in forks.

- Whenever Carlisle decides to scold one of the children for one stupid stunt or other someone is guaranteed to bite back “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned”

- Emmett calls Esme “Momma” and Carlisle “Pops”. He’s the only one who refers to them that way. But Renesmee called them Nana and Poppy.

- She has nicknames for everyone. Rose is Rosey, Jasper is Jassy, Alice is Alley Cat (Alice thought of it herself and was so proud she tried to get every one to use it. Nobody does) Emmett is Emmy. Bella is simply Mom and Edward is Dad.

- Edward is fucking nice to Rosalie in my head and they have a tradition every December to personalise baubles for the other. 2008 had Rosalie make “Listen to Rosalie next time” whereas Edward made one that stated “you were right”

- Fun Fact! Vampires can smoke weed and drink alcohol in my head. Emmett, Rosalie, Alice and Jasper definitely were/ probably still are smokers. Alice claims it helps her ignore visions when she doesn't feel up to it, Jasper says it helps ignore the emotions emitted by everyone. As soon as he heard that, Edward jumped on the bandwagon and immediately regretted it.

- They can also drink. One bottle of alchohol and they’re all bladdered. The venom sobers them up quickly but hell if Emmett doesn’t make it hard.

- Jasper and Emmett started a weed farm and did in fact start dealing at their school. Once Esme caught wind, however, all hell broke loose because. "You're hundreds of years old Jasper, you should know better!" "What about Emmett" "HE'S EMMETT"

- The Cullens are forced once a month by Esme to have a game night. Not monopoly though, she's still mad over the fact they had to move from Boston because Rose threw Jasper out of the window.

- Alice in retaliation makes them all have a movie night once a month. Once they had a vampire marathon. They put on Dracula, Interview with a vampire, Hotel Transylvania for Nessie and finally They binged Buffy the Vampire slayer. After the first five episodes, Carlisle almost spontaneously combusts and Edward convinces himself that somehow Angel was modelled after him. Bella threw the TV out of the window.

- Renesmee once suggested a huge game of hide n seek. Her and Jacob (who did NOT FUXKING IMPRINT THANK YOU) were the seekers. She found Carlisle and Esme after a few minutes, her parents after 10, Rosalie an hour later, Alice they didn’t find for a week, Jasper was about two weeks and they still hadn’t found Emmett after a month. He convinced Seth to go with him so Alice couldn’t cheat and they each phone at least once a day. He just giggles and hangs up.

- Rose eventually snaps and she and Leah (look I feel she’d get along best with Rose idk why) head out to find him. She comes back a day later with a sheepish and petulant Emmett behind her.

- Edward has written piano pieces for every woman in the coven. Esme actually has about 20 because Edward’s indecisive ass couldn’t sit still when it was the three of them but she’s memorised them all and hums a tune or two when she’s painting. Rose has 5 because he found his music calmed her in the early days, Alice has two and Bella + Nessie have just the one. Edward cries daily about it.

- Emmett was the one who instigated Mothers/Fathers day. He asked Rose and EmoFuck one day what they did for them and Edward had a panic attack while Rose zoomed out the house to go get Esme a bunch of flowers. They celebrated it ever since.

- Bella + Alice + Emmett blasting “Am I a Man or am I a Muppet” on repeat both out loud and in their heads just to fuck with Edward.

- When hunting, Esme has a tendency to climb a tree and just sit and wait for her husband to walk past. As soon as he’s in her eyesight she ‘falls’ onto him/next to him. She fake breaks her leg and he reverts into Doctor Cullen. The coven in absolutely mortified by this and the two love it. They embrace their embarrassing parents act willingly.

- The Cullens have a naughty corner. The two most frequent users are the Choas triplets; Alice, Emmett and Bella. Carlisle has been put in the corner multiple by Esme for his own stunts- such as turning Rosalie for Edward- and once Esme was put in the corner by Carlisle. They won’t disclose what she did but the next time they were all together in town, a group of Drag Queens came up to Esme and asked where she got her body glitter from.

- The Cullens learning from their past mistakes with the Werewolves and being godsends to the communities they live in. Esme baking and cooking food and donating the lot of it, Rosalie helping out at preschools and kindergartens and being called “Miss Rosie” by half the kids, Bella tutoring students in English, Alice donating clothes to women’s shelters, Edward giving music lessons, Carlisle donating money to those in need. Emmett being that guy who protects all the women from creeps, Jasper helping the quiet kids out with confidence boosts, Renesmee just being an all round kind person and the one who can make friends anywhere.

- When they leave Forks for the last Time, Carlisle donates a huge check to the Tribe with a letter giving gratitude and apologising for everything. Billy cried and Sue had to take the cheque and spread it amongst the tribe.

- Jacob continued phasing for the next 20 years, he regularly takes trips to wherever the Cullens are living to visit Bella and Ness. Whenever it happens, Alice buys him a whole suitcase full of shorts and jeans, Esme bounces of the walls in excitement, Emmett loses his shit and Bella is insufferable but they don’t seen Rosalie or Edward of a day for however long he stays. He eventually stops phasing when Billy passes.

#twilight saga #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #rosalie cullen #rosalie hale #jasper hale #jasper cullen #alice cullen #bella swan

[zephyrthejester]

What is there to say? It’s tragic. It’s sad. Steven is just prattling off the list of all the bad things he’s done like it’s no big deal. So what if he accidentally destroyed property, so what if he felt the desire to smash White Diamond’s face in, so what if he shattered Jasper? Aren’t these totally normal, okay things that he can just fix?

Up until saying that last thing, he was the picture of pure denial. But when he said it out loud... Bluntly stated that he shattered Jasper... It was like reality crashed back into focus. Saying it made it real in his mind. Inescapable. And if it didn’t, the aghast reactions of everyone around him did. So just as suddenly, Steven’s tone changed completely...

Steven chose to say the truth. All his problems have made him worse. He’s no longer what everyone thinks he is. He tried to keep up the charade. He’s a fraud. And that makes him...

...A monster.

You know what.

I really regret saying that Acceptance was the answer. Because look where that got him.

Man. They made a huge mistake putting dino-boi in the intro. It made this the obvious outcome to everyone who paid close attention, and I can only imaging the sheer shock I would feel at this ending. That harsh sound of his shirt ripping apart, the all-too-sudden cut to black silence... Instead, all I’m left is with hollow sadness.

Steven... Feels responsible for everything. That’s the crux of it. Indeed, in the original show, things happened *to* Steven or his friends, and he would always find a way to save the day. Swoop in and dispense the solution, making him the angelic hero.

In Future? Everything is a product of his own actions or thoughts. He’s the one who was insecure about Lars, Sadie, and Shep. He’s the one who dared to speak his inner thoughts to a cactus. He nearly got Pearl and Volleyball factory reset, he put Lapis in a dangerous situation, he threw the entire town out of rhythm by being too controlling.

There was only Steven to blame.

And then his powers, ever dominated by his emotions, got worse and worse. In a tragic feedback loop, the harder he tried to do the right thing, the worse things became. The best of intentions resulted in failure and pain for everyone. He sought escapism in Connie, he felt powerless about the hurt of his past, he couldn’t find solace in Greg.

There was only Steven to blame.

He gave in to violent outbursts against things and places, he shattered Jasper, he desired to shatter White Diamond, and suddenly he couldn’t do the smallest act of good if he tried.

And there’s only himself to blame.

It was an endless cascade. His psyche died of a thousand cuts. There was no way out no matter how hard he tried, he doesn’t even resemble the Steven everyone loved, so he chose to run and now he can’t. He isn’t Steven Universe anymore, and all that’s left is the product of his actions; what he’s become-- a Monster.

Of course I know this isn’t fair. It’s not his fault. He always tried his best. Every choice he made lead to another, every choice was colored by the last. He doesn’t deserve this. He never wanted any of this. This is where life put him and he never could have seen it coming.

If this is who Steven Universe has become, that means that this is who Steven Universe changed into. Change-- his first and greatest power. He’s always changing, and he can always change again. This moment, and everything that has lead up to this moment, will forever be a part of him... But it doesn’t have to be all that he is.

I rate Steven Universe episode 172, Everything’s Fine, a 9/10.

Two episodes remain. I’ll never be ready for what will come next, but I’ll try.

#Steven Universe #Steven Universe Liveblog #Steven Universe Future #Steven Universe Future Liveblog #SU Spoilers #SU episode 172 #Liveblogging #Liveblog

[night-unfurls-its-splendour]

Ok time again for the Cullen Car Corner.

I guess this has become an unofficial series on my blog now? Yes I have two running series on my tumblr - one is Jane Austen reviews and the other is me prattling half-borrowed opinions about seventeen year old super cars owned by fictional vampires which I have never and likely will never drive myself. Fun fun.

Ok so in my previous posts I've conceded to the accuracy and thoughtfulness of Paul and Jacob's choices of cars for the Cullens.

Rosalie, a serious machine girl drives a rather manly BMW M3, which can only be cool when driven by a girl (Edward calls it ostentatious, but clearly he's unfamiliar with the rules of the Top Gear Cool Wall)

Alice is perfectly matched with her soul-mate. No, not Jasper, a Porsche 911 Turbo (due to the utterly mind-boggling nature of the 911 series nomenclature - they haven't actually been 911's since 1975 - we'll take a wild stab and say that Alice's is a 997 based on the year and headlight style of the picture used on Meyer's website.)

And Edward drives a safe, boring, fastidious hunk of Swedish lead that Volvo legitimately thought could go up against an M3 like Rosalie's and couldn't. One that's not really terribly good fun to drive and IS SUCH A KILLJOY that you can't skid around a track in because the damn thing just won't let go. So perfect for Edward then.

But now im up to Breaking Dawn and we're gonna be talking about two legitimate "Super Cars". Low slung pieces of nastiness designed to be road legal but which can only really be enjoyed when driven at illegal speeds or on private race tracks. They, much like rum, are a vile drink which can turn even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Except Edward of course and one of them is his.

Because Edward has another car other than the volvo: one which, I assume he bought after his shiny new Volvo embarassed him in front of his brothers in a straight drag race against Rose's M3. A band-aid to sooth his wounded ego. His car of choice which those of us who spent a lot of time on Meyer's site back in the day and read the "Extended Prom Remix" outtake knew about long before its Breaking Dawn debut.

The Aston Martin V12 Vanquish. It is a very beautiful and terrifying thing it must be said. But, it does have the drawback of having a "flappy paddle" shift mechanism. That essentially means its an automatic, but with little paddles behind the steering wheel so you can shift it up and down as needed when you're driving at highly illegal speeds on the mountain roads of the Olympic Peninsula- you know, as one does. Sounds great right? Well maybe nowadays when they've worked out the kinks but when Meyer was writing these books it was new and it worked HORRENDOUSLY SLOWLY. Even when they released the Vanquish S in 2004, the one they tested on Top Gear kept refusing to stay in gear. They could barely get a lap time out of it. Rose's M3 has this too, which is why I had to laugh when Edward describes everyone gawking over it in the M3 in Midnight Sun (and I think it eas an optional extra on the M3 -- it was mandatory on the Vanquish-- which makes it even funnier). Meyer doesn't seem to know about the draw back, and neither, it seems, did her brothers. But that's really the only problem with Edward having a Vanquish.

Unless he bought it in or after 2004, in which case he's an idiot.

Because in 2003 Aston Martin revealed it's new Baby fo the 2004 model year: the Aston Martin V12 DB9.

Smaller, sleeker, faster - better in just about every way except it still had the stupid paddle shifter (although in the DB9 I THINK it is optional and works slightly better), if Edward was REALLY SERIOUS about cars the way he says he is, i think he'd have sprung for this baby.

Here, I think, is where Paul and Jacob's judgment went slightly awry.

We know Edward likes to make a big deal about his staid good taste. So IF the DB9 was an option (and let's not kid ourselves- he could have gotten one early if he needed to) then why did Edward, through Stephanie, Jacob and Paul, buy a Vanquish instead?

Well the name is more imposing, there's that. Perhaps he liked the look better - i can't imagine that's it though because the DB9 seems much less showy to me. The Vanquish is a Bond Car, after all and not just that but THE Bond Car in Die Another Day, the most over-the-top, ridiculous, cartoonish James Bond movie probably since Moonraker. IT TURNED INVISIBLE i just... That doesn't seem like the kind of choice Edward would make, when the DB9, not the flagship car for showing off, but the (more) serious balls-to-the-walls racer was available (and cheaper, i think I'm not mistaken in saying). The only sensible conclusion I can think of is that the Vanquish was a known quantity at this point, while the DB9 was new and he didn't want to risk all the brand new car trouble. But Rose is a mechanic and Alice could probably see any machinery cock-ups so...

Why then? Just why?!

#cullen cars #twilight saga #twilight renaissance #edward cullen #breaking dawn #aston martin vanquish #aston martin db9