rionach’s bella swan. alternative iteration with divergences peri-new moon. a study on mental illness, chronic pain, and life versus death. 18+. info below. BETA EDITOR IN USE.
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@delightedendsa
rionach’s bella swan. alternative iteration with divergences peri-new moon. a study on mental illness, chronic pain, and life versus death. 18+. info below. BETA EDITOR IN USE.
VISUALS. // WALKMAN. // SIDEBLOG.
bella swan, monster fucker extraordinaire
💭 + motherhood
Bella loves Renee. I really think she just loves her mother so much. I also think Bella is well aware that she was more parent than child for nearly her entire childhood, toward both Renee and Charlie. I don’t think Bella is angry about it. Maybe bitterness comes and goes if she really sits down to think about it, but ultimately it is what it is and that’s just how life worked for her. She cares so much about Renee and how happy she is, even at the expense of her own happiness. And maybe that isn’t really fair and it’s not entirely healthy of a parent-child relationship, but Bella doesn’t know any other way.
That being said, Bella doesn’t care for motherhood. And I really mean that she just has no feelings on the subject. I don’t think she has any desire to be a mother herself, it’s just not something she wants. Children are fine, though she doesn’t really interact with them very much. I think she’d have the capacity to care and love for something unconditionally, but she just doesn’t have the longing to do so.
— HEADCANON MEME.
— @vasilievna: ❛ you have a lovely name. and your friend is waiting for you. ❜ // ❝ Do you think so? ❞ I probably sound like I don’t believe her because I don’t. It’s always suspicious when the most beautiful person in the room is complimenting you; what does she want from me? What could I possibly do for her? I remember my manners belatedly, ❝ Yours is lovely, too. Er, thank you. ❞ Behind me, my shadow is brooding and grouchy. I do not look back at him, lest I invite his company to join us. ❝ Oh, I am ignoring him. You should, too. ❞
YOU NICKNAMED MY DAUGHTER AFTER THE LOCH NESS MONSTER????????????????
“ bella! ” sun shifts forward, abundantly shining upon the girl — cheeks widening the minute he lays his soft brown eyes upon her. “ what's up? it's nice to see you. ” @delightedends.
❝ Jake. Hi. ❞ There is more sweetness in these single syllables than I have emoted in probably too long. Even my cheeks are round with it, a smile on my face before I can think to stifle it. With Jacob, I never can manage to though. ❝ Nice to see you, too. Would you believe me if I said I was in the neighborhood? ❞
what's your depression meal? bella's is jello covered in whipped cream
And I found photographs of our school, on the day we met
I thought that you were so beautiful, it was love, I guess
i think bella would be obsessed with ethel cain
❥ 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 [ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 ] .
headcanon prompts with questions based on plants & what they represent in flower language . happy roleplaying !! ♡
abatina : is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time ( due to becoming more educated on the topic , certain experiences , etc . ) , or that they would change their mind about under certain circumstances ?
acanthus : is your muse deceptive , or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ? why or why not ?
aloe : how does your muse handle grief ?
amaryllis : what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ? how do they express that pride ?
anemone : how does your muse view the world ; as a cruel & unforgiving place , a land full of wonders , or something in - between ? where does that world view come from ( what experiences , life lessons , etc . ) ?
angelica : where does your muse draw inspiration in life ? what motivates them ?
apple blossom : how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?
bachelor’s button : does your muse actively seek romantic companionship , or cherish the liberties of being single ?
basil : does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?
bay tree : does your muse seek glory & accolades , or do they favour a simpler , more personal life ?
begonia : how cautious is your muse ? are they prone to noticing red flags , or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ? why or why not ?
belladonna : how does your muse respond to silence ? do they take comfort in soundlessness , or seek to fill the void with noise ?
bluebell : does your muse learn from their past , or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?
carnation : what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ? how do they express or not express this relationship ?
chamomile : what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ? are they one to be haunted by adversity , or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?
chrysanthemum : how does your muse express romantic love ? how do they feel about love as a concept ?
daffodil : is your muse one to be loyal in relationships , or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?
daisy : did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ? what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?
edelweiss : what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ? are they known to be courageous from then on ?
fern : does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces , or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?
forget - me - not : has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ? are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?
gardenia : is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on , or to conceal them for long periods of time ?
gladiolus : describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .
goldenrod : does your muse believe in luck or fortune ? why or why not ? where do they believe these things come from ?
heliotrope : does your muse believe in soulmates ?
hibiscus : how does your muse view the gentler , daintier things in life ? as things worth preserving & caring for , or things only bound to wither & disappear ?
holly : how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ? are they aware of it ? do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?
hollyhock : how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ? what’s something they strive for in life ?
hyacinth : is your muse athletic ? does it come naturally to them , or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?
hydrangea : how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ? are they prone to being misunderstood ?
iris : if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind , what would it be ?
ivy : what are your muse’s views on marriage ? do they believe it is something strictly for love , or an institution rooted in business & social benefits ? do they desire or have they desired to be married ?
lavender : how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ? once their trust is broken , how might one go about mending it ?
lilac : what was your muse’s childhood like ? how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ?
lily : how does your muse view their mother ?
lotus : has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ? have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start , or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?
magnolia : describe your muse’s relationship with nature & the natural world .
marigold : is your muse prone to jealousy ? how might they handle envious feelings ?
mint : does your muse view themself as virtuous & moral ? what do these words mean to them ?
nasturtium : describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace , or homeland .
oak : who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?
pansy : does your muse often reflect on their own actions ? do they ever think a lot about the past , and what they could have done differently ?
parsley : describe a holiday your muse enjoys , and why they enjoy it .
peony : what would a ‘ happy life ’ look like in your muse’s eyes ?
poppy : what comforts your muse ?
rhododendron : is your muse receptive to warnings & advice given by others ?
rose : how much does your muse value other people ? do they wish to have many friends , lovers , and/or associates ? are they an easy person to love ?
sage : what is your muse’s legacy ? what do they want to be remembered for & what might they actually be remembered for ?
salvia : is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ? how do they express that possessiveness , or lack thereof ?
snapdragon : is your muse merciful ? why or why not ?
southernwood : how seriously does your muse take themself ? do they prefer a solemn & intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes & banter ?
sunflower : what brings your muse the most joy in life ?
tulip : how does your muse view people in general ?
violet : how does your muse respond to betrayal ?
willow : how does your muse handle sadness & depression ?
zinnia : how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ? has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?
— 𝓑.𝓢. [ 𝟝 / ? ]
she scoffs, brushing the brunette's sarcasm off with a flick of her corn silk hair. “ things will get better. promise. ” her diction is sincere as always. but the not so transparent façade stares back at her like a reflection. if bad luck is her closest companion, then it's her secret lover; sticking to the roof of her mouth like hardened toffee, sickly sweet and slowly rotting. “ don't even say that. you're stuck with me, bella. that's what friends are for [...] but seriously, when's the last time you showered? or had coffee? ”
So much for misery loves company. Elena’s optimism is back and I’m sinking away from it, opposites of two magnets pushing apart. But Elena’s pull is stronger than mine because she’s forcing my hand. ❝ I shower. ❞ Like five days ago. Must be all that depression. And also the three papers I have due in less than a week. ❝ Coffee. . . ❞ I know my eyes go a little glazed because I’m picturing pour over like it’s some kind of aphrodesiac. ❝ Well, when you put it like that. . . Can you give me, like. Ten? Since I should. ❞ I gesture at my greasy roots.
“ god, all this doom and gloom talk is going to give you serious, actual wrinkles, bella –– you're aging by decades worrying yourself over this. ” she stands suddenly, an action deliberately slowed down so as not to be too overwhelmingly inhuman. many of her gestures, she finds, are now instinctively orchestrated to be more comprehensible. even in private, she's found herself acting as if she still possesses the need to breathe or blink; she's grown so used to bella's presence, so attuned to the intricate habits those with beating, live hearts practiced. she liked it, oddly. it had become almost ... comforting. or maybe relaxing was the word. whatever it was, she attributed the calmness of it all to the girl now sitting below her, and that fact made their friendship (sisterhood, she'd eagerly correct!) all the more precious. “ so, then, what do you want? ” her tone's a little accusatory, a furious quirk to her brows as she bears her gaze down upon bella. “ would it make you happier if i was mad at you? for being breakable? i mean, my god, bella, i'm not a monster. the only one who isn't resigned to it is –– ” she shakes her head, gesture paired with a rolling of her eyes and an exasperated softening of her features. “ she'll be fine. she's just a bit of a crab. everyone in this family is so overdramatic. ”
Alice knows what I want. She also knows that it’s practically an inevitability. Because it’s either that or I’m dead. And honestly I’d prefer not to die, but if it’s between being with them forever and. . . God. These morbid thoughts are in part why I keep getting myself in trouble. I’m almost afraid Alice can read my thoughts and I turn away from her as if the movement could shield those prying, scary eyes. ❝ No, ❞ I mumble, picking at a string on my sleeve. I know I’m being a child about this. It’s just that I’m tired of this spiel. And I’m tired of all the arguing over it, too. Why does it have to be an argument at all? ❝ Maybe you should all stop being overdramatic and just face the music. You’re the– The composer. Or whatever. D - don’t you guys, I don’t know. Talk about it? Or whatever it is you and Edward do. ❞ I’m looking at her again, a little bit pleading with her. ❝ Alice. It’s my choice. It should be. All of this would be so much easier if I was just– ❞ A gesture. I fumble the words, but I know she gets it. ❝ You guys wouldn’t have to worry and I wouldn’t have to worry and, in the end, wouldn’t everyone just be– Fine? ❞
one thing i like and admire about bella is that she's gonna call you on your shit
“ you're it ? don't tell me you're it . ” it wasn't a tough sell , travelling . being away from home [ what home ? the girls have fled the nest , making what's become comfortable null and void ] for long stretches , lending a seasoned ear and not totally fried mind where he can . the coffee might be sludge more often than not , but hey : at least he gets to help broaden the minds of the writers of tomorrow . “ ---- yeah , you're definitely it . ” / @delightedends
Oh, God. He’s one of those. I haven’t even been in his presence a handful of seconds and I’m regretting it. And I was excited to come to this. That’s an emotion that’s hard for me to feel! Just behind the frustration and the annoyance comes disappointment. It rears its head and sinks my stomach with a heavy tip into the center of me. I’m frowning. And I’m definitely not going to sit down. ❝ Just what any girl wants to hear. . . ❞ My eyes are looking back for the exit, gauging if it’s worth getting a soda before I take off. ❝ Used to. . . what? Don’t tell me it’s a sexist thing. ❞
you brace yourself as @delightedends announces that 'i've been sleeping with the lights on' : oh! how she affronts her bustling life in your face as you dwindle in the corner with the rest of them. it mustn't be easy for her, you think. living and breathing. it takes you a minute to recuperate a response but you don't know what to say. not speechless, just quiet. maybe it isn't worth talking about ... so you respond in grains of discomfort in your snarky little way. thick, platinum hair gushes in the forks breeze and you look to your right to meet her soft gaze. pretty little doe, she is. ❛❛ clearly not enough to get rid of those hideous eyebags. what, nightmares really that bad? ❜❜
It’s not like I expected Rosalie to coddle me. If anything, I came to her knowing all too well that there would be no pity found. Still. It rubs me a little wrong that she has to go for vanity as if anyone could ever compare when stood in a room with her. I give her my best scowl, something mean and ugly because I think she will appreciate the contrast. ❝ I knew I could count on you. ❞ The sarcasm tastes bitter. But I find myself smiling. She probably didn’t mean for it to happen; it’s just that everything about this is kind of ridiculous and I can’t help it. ❝ Yeah. Yeah, they’re, ah. Pretty awful. Wish I didn’t have to sleep. Is that something you miss? Sleep? Dreaming? Or nightmares, in my case. . . ❞
— @vasilievna: ❛ so many death dealers in one room. ❜ // ❝ Yes, they follow me. Stalkers. ❞ All in good fun, except that my voice comes out flat and far too serious. I try to make up with it by smiling, but the damage is done. I am officially the least fun person at this party. The bad luck follows me, too. I look away, cursing myself and my stupid sense of humor; there are a lot of eyes and whatever gossip they funnel around here might as well be set in stone, no matter how ridiculous. Whatever they say about me is probably the most accurate slander they can come up with. ❝ How do you handle it? ❞