DO NOT FORGET WHAT YOU ARE

[coastalhowl]

COASTALHOWL 🌒 an independent, private, highly selective anti-canon JACOB EPHRIAM BLACK created by kit ( they/them 30+ )  primarily headcanon-based with movie and book lore mixed in.

🐾 a study of: grief, brotherhood, shitting on canon, personal growth, body horror, identity, and unrequited love

affiliated with: @mothdevoured

DO NOT follow if you have no intention of interacting with me. I would much prefer a small follower count where I interact with my dash then nothing at all.

this is an anti-canon jacob black. i am a jacob stan and i do not ship jake and renesme. there must be heavy plotting and a good relationship with my writing partner for me to do so.

Minors DNI. I would PREFER this to be a 25+ blog.

anti smurph murrpher obvi. i am and will always be 100% a jacob black stan

i will not tolerate drama between roleplayers on this blog. period. You will be blocked, and i will move on.

 if smut should occur, I don't mind writing it out; it will be tagged and placed under a 'read more' section. If you prefer, we can always fade to black.

all memes will not be turned into threads. If you would like to continue, I will reply to the said thread if it is moved to a text post. I will not respond to reblogged asks. 

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sorry that i haven't been active guys. i want to be here more than i have been. but i just haven't been able to get out of my head. it's been so long since ive been back on tumblr and I still really want to enjoy it, and write with all of you. i hope my delay doesn't make you want wanna write with me less.

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[sms]: in theory, yes. in practice, no.

[sms]: we don’t have time to unpack that right now though.

[sms]: on a scale from one to ten, how bad or good are you at lockpicking? first-rate or second-rate?

[coastalhowl]

[sms]: In Theory, but no? Got it. [sms]: what are you trying to get into? [sms]: I've got other ways of getting you into locked places if you wanna go that route?

[coastalhowl]

'The fairy tale was back on. Prince returned, bad spell broken. I wasn't sure exactly what to do about the leftover, unresolved character. Where was his happily ever after?'

This really bothers me. At the end of New Moon, when Jake's there at the house when Bella and Edward arrive from Italy, Bella thinks this. And it just GETS MY GOAT to think, all Bella thinks of Jake was a LEFTOVER. An Afterthought.

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[sms]: hey. are you awake, @coastalhowl?

[sms]: i need your help with something.

[coastalhowl]

[sms]: Yeah, I'm up. [sms]: Everything ok?

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corners of goat-like eyes crinkled, hands lowering to her sides. no way! he didn’t suspect her in the slightest? there was not a hope in hell that she would admit to crashing out of the sky and tumbling into the metal machine now.

"uh, no, i wasn’t able to get a good look at him. he ran when he realized he wasn’t alone." the demon maintained eye contact with him, speaking her fabrication on the spot unflinchingly. "he was tall and lanky, wearing a beige jacket. bronze hair, too, but i couldn’t point him out if my life depended on it."

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He  drops  down  to  a  knee  before  a  large  hand  grips  one  of  the  handebars  and  yanks  it  in  its  upright  position  a  little  too  easily.  He's  irritated,  but  not  to  the  point  of  lashing  out  at  this  stranger.  Not  yet  anyway.  OF  COURSE,  he  suspected  her,  but  Jake  was  not  one  to  point  fingers,  especially  if  this...girl  had  been  able  to  give  such  a  WILDLY  accurate  description  of  a  supposed  culprit.

❝Right,  didn't  see  him.  Got  it.❞  It  could  have  been  true.  Knowing  the  person  that  had  oddly  been  described,  he  could  have  been  the  one  to  kick  his  bike  over,  but  Jake  glanced  around  slowly,  his  head  turning  to  look  down  the  street  both  ways.  ❝You  just  happened  to  notice  the  guy's  entire  outfit  and  hair  before  NOT  seeing  him.  Makes  sense.❞ The  male  walks  around  his  bike;  it's  got  a  few  scuffs  from  kissing  the  grave,  but  thankfully  nothing  major.  ❝Next  time,  you  might  wanna  trip  over  something  that  doesn't  take  me  hours  to  fix.❞  He  wrinkled  his  nose  and  looked  off  in  the  direction  that  the  wind  was  blowing.  He  could  smell  it  on  her,  the  deceit  mixed  with  something  else.  And  that  both  worried  and  intrigued  him.

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"we did a cool thing at work where we like hung little trick or treat bags on our desks and then people put candy in and--" Elena pauses her excited explanation as her hand closes on something cold and hard in her little jack-o-lantern bag and she frowns. She pulls it out to examine it and is utterly baffled and saddened by what she sees.

"I got a ROCK..."

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He  gives  her  his  full  attention,  his  shoulders  are  dropped,  and  his  head  is  canted  off  to  the  side,  nodding  to  her  words.  Umber  hues  glanced  around  quickly  in  hopes  of  seeing  the  trick-or-treat  bag;  he  was  a  fiend  for  candy.  And  when  she  didn't  pull  the  BAG  out,  he  stepped  back  as  if  eagerly  awaiting  her  to  pull  out  her  new  treat.  But  his  face  both  rose  and  fell  in  a  mixture  of  confusion  and  laughter  mixed  in  one.  ❝You....got  a  rock?  For  Halloween?❞  What  kind  of  shitty  gift  --  ❝I'd  rather  a  potato!  C'mon,  we  can  go  get  a  bag  of  clearance  candy  and  eat  the  entire  bag  together.  I'll  even  put  a  handful  in  your  trick-or-treat  bag.❞  He  waggles  his  brows  in  amusement.

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Welp, that failed. He dropped his act entirely, not just that headlights were riveting but that he was anything more than what he was. He wouldn't be impolite or cause problems, but he didn't think Jacob Black would appreciate him pretending at human and Jasper wasn't really one for the charade to begin with. He took the opportunity to drop it when he got it.

"I do. Got a Ford F-100 pickup I got in the 70s I've been keepin' alive ever since." He smiles, just a slight kick up of the corners he can't help. He fucking loves that truck. " Alice keeps tryin' to get me into something sporty but I'll be dead and buried before I trade for some jaudy italian heap."

It's the most he's ever said to any of the Pack, the most he's said to 90% of the Forks area residents. He's said less to people he's had multiple years of education with and he's got the sense that if the boy doesn't boy out he'll keep talking about his damn truck, just for the novelty of talking shop to someone other than Rosalie. It's an amusing thought for the bizarreness of it.

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Jacob  wasn't  the  fondest  at  pretending.  Not  saying  that  he  didn't  often  try  to  pretend  at  many  things,  in  fact,  Jake  was  one  of  the  best  'Fake  it  till  you  make  it'  type  of  people.  BUT,  that  didn't  mean  he  liked  it.  He  was  immediately  greeted  with  tense  shoulders  and  a  rigid  demeanor;  small  bouts  of  silent  reminders  to  keep  him  calm  and  relaxed.  As  relaxed  as  he  could  be  around  any  bloodsuckers,  friends,  and  otherwise.  It  didn't  take  long  for  his  demeanor  to  shift,  his  brow  furrowed  in  surprise,  and  an  almost  giddy  excitement.  He  caught  himself  quickly,  trying  to  rein  himself  back.  ❝You  have  an  F-100?  Classic  man.❞  He  whistled  low  at  the  image  of  the  vehicle  in  all  its  pristine  glory.  ❝You  keep  that  thing  running  all  this  time?  Must  be  a  bitch  finding  parts.❞  His  mouth  ticks  upward.  not  quite  a  smile  but  something  close,  he's  getting  there.  ❝Bet  you  do  all  your  own  work  through  figures.❞  Jake  is  weary,  as  usual,  always  on  guard,  but  there  was  something  that  allowed  him  to  ease  himself  down  and  relax  even  the  slightest.  He  respects  craftsmanship.  This  was  also  probably  one  of  the  longer  conversations  he'd  shared  with  Jasper.  He  was  one  of  the  Cullens  who  tended  to  stay  in  his  own  lane;  he  wasn't  loud,  didn't  purposely  cause  too  much  chaos.

[vampiregerard]

d'pharaoh woon-a-tai as bear smallhill in reservation dogs <3

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[musingovermusings]

                DON’T underestimate the lengths I’ll go to for the people I love.

[coastalhowl]

and i remember one august in particular, when everything was sweet and slow and you looked at me like i was something the sun left behind on purpose.

COASTALHOWL — a highly selective, independent, non-canon Jacob black. Heavily headcanon-based with book and movie influences.

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more pack members. more pack members. more bark barks

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Do we think Jake gets nose bleeds ever? Im here thinking

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"wow, next time i'm not telling you about any prospective hobbies of mine." she feigns a look of hurt. "i was just thinking of trying something new, but i guess it wouldn't be too off the mark to think that..." she shivers at the thought. with her luck, she'd probably end up in the emergency room. she settles back into the couch, grateful for jacob's warmth. she assesses him with a quiet stare, paying attention to the way his body contorts almost comically as he tries to sit on their couch. his limbs are too long, and he's far too tall. his legs are stretched out in front of him. maybe if she was braver, she would play footsie or tell him to put his legs across her lap. but she's not brave, so she doesn't say anything. her feelings for jake are complicated, and now that they have a real chance of being something else—something more—she's afraid of ruining their friendship.

"you're a real menace sometimes, you know that? don't let mike catch you saying that, i think his head would explode." unfortunately for mike, she can picture it clearly. after all, jake did call him a marshmallow once. "i don't think terrorizing mike of all people would be appropriate. he already has a bone to pick with you since you threatened to put in the hospital last time you saw him." bella gives him a pointed look before she takes a sip of her hot chocolate. warmth blossoms in her stomach, and she lets out a satisfied sigh. "i know it's packet hot chocolate, but i needed this. sometimes the powder stuff really is the best." / @coastalhowl

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This  is  a  comfort  Jake's  grown  used  to  not  having.  ducking  into  doors,  being  crammed  into  vehicles,  even  his  bed  back  on  the  rez  was  four  sizes  too  small.  He  sprawls  out  easily  against  Bella's  sofa,  his  hands  wrapped  around  the  small  steaming  mug  again,  now  casually.  Umber  eyes  glance  from  the  TV  over  to  the  girl  lounging  beside  him.  He's  far  from  interested  in  what  they're  about  to  watch.  But  this  is  a  moment  of  comfort;  any  chance  he  got  to  spend  with  Bella  was  a  gift.  Honestly,  most  of  the  time,  Jake  finds  himself  forgetting  the  world  when  he's  with  her.  She  did  more  than  just  make  him  happy;  she  made  him  feel  whole.  Jacob  rolls  his  eyes  comically  at  the  thought  of  MIKE  newton  even  TRYING  to  stand  up  to  him.  The  very  thought  of  Jacob  towering  over  Mike  made  his  shoulder  shake  in  an  amusing  laugh.  ❝Oh  come  on.  That  dude's  a  total  cream  puff.  What's  he  gonna  do,  throw  some  camping  gear  at  me?❞  he  mused  mid  thought.  Jacob  moves  on  his  own,  trying  not  to  overthink,  not  to  let  things  get  'awwakrd'  as  he  shifts  beside  her  on  the  couch.  One  large  arm  lifts  in  almost  a  mock  yawn  before  he  drops  it  almost  lazily  around  her  shoulders,  pulling  her  in  close  to  his  body.  There's  never  a  moment  when  he  forgets  how  fragile  Bella  is,  but  times  like  this,  when  he's  right  beside  her,  he  gets  a  cruel  reminder  of  their  differences.  ❝yeah?  Yeah,  totally.❞  He  agrees,  but  part  of  him  thinks  --  hopes  that  what  she  needed  was  this,  them,  together.  and  not  the  chocolate,  though  that  was  a  bonus.  ❝Hey,  uh,  you  know.  ❞  He  lets  his  head  lull  over  to  face  her.  ❝There's  going  to  be  a  pretty  big  get-together,  a  tribal  meeting  at  the  end  of  this  week.  uh,  it  would  be  super  cool  if  you  went.  If  you  want,  I  mean.  You're  welcome  to.❞  He  stopped  talking  and  turned  his  head  back  to  the  TV.

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man, i'm so used to writing as total assholes my oc's are fuck bois. and here's jake with a heart of gold. someone help.