Mama Cesa here. This is a sideblog for my writing. Mostly fanfic, but I do make original content. 26 years old. I write on and off. Currently zoned in on Twilight and my own original stories. Main blog is @cesa-butterfly12 . They/them pronouns. REQUESTS ARE CLOSED https://linktr.ee/cesabutterfly12
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
First chapter of The Monster in His Blood is posted. Read on wattpad here
Summary: Beatrice Herran is fated to die in a ritual sacrifice for the wolf kingdom Alpha Dominium. Until the last moment when the king, James Aldrin, realizes she is his mate.
She tries to end the yearly sacrifice, but discovers it's origins are more sinister than she was led to believe. James' father Steven made a pact with Moon Goddess Lucerne that no one but him can break.
This story is about what happens when a beast turns into a monster. What happens when a father is a source of nightmares. The legacy we are handed when raised in darkness.
It's a DARK fantasy story with horror elements. It tackles a lot of themes surrounding generational abuse, survivors guilt, stolen innocence, and broken identity.
If you're interested, please read and let me know what you think! I am co-writing with my husband and I think it's turning out pretty good.
Prince in the Storm is back from the dead. I'm no longer crossposting to Tumblr it will be on ao3 only bc my laptop can't handle multiple tabs open apparently. Read chapter seventeen here
Prince in the Storm is fully outlined. We're almost at the end. I know a lot of us left the TS Fandom but it would mean a lot that if you loved prince in the storm, please see it through to the end with me.
I'm currently juggling 3 projects
Prince in the Storm finish the fic, then completely rewrite it as an original story
Sunrise, the twilight future fic as I do have the twilight brain rot currently
The Monster In His Blood, a werewolf fantasy original story being posted on wattpad to read for free with ads
I think 3 is the magic number. I have adhd so I need multiple things to focus on but I love writing and I miss it and yeah my laptop sucks but I'm doing my best.
Thank you for sticking by me. I look forward to your comments 💜
Preface | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter [Coming Soon]
Word Count: 1131
[Ao3] Summary: Renesmee Carlie Cullen- or rather Renesmee Carlie Masen, if her classmates asked-is special. From the moments before she was born, the people who mattered most to her knew she would be unique. When she was only a few months old, she learned exactly how unique she was after a debate that decided her fate as a half vampire, half human hybrid.
As time moved forward, and as her family stayed frozen in time, they moved on from the comfort of their home in Forks, Washington.
For Renesmee’s first time in high school, her parents agreed to let her venture on her own. She handles the experience with grace, as she does most anything. She wants to make sure she stays off the human radar, at the request of her somewhat overprotective father, which means accepting that she’d never get to socialize with her peers. Until the first day of her first sophomore year where she meets her history class partner; Ivy Woods.
For the rest of their first high school life, Renesmee and Ivy become friends. In this story of growing up, taking chances, friendship, and overcoming expectations-read about Renesmee Masen learning to find a balanced life with the help of her anchor, Ivy.
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DISCLAIMER: VINES IS NOT A REAL TOWN IN MONTANA.
RENESMEE AND JACOB ARE STILL IMPRINTED. They are not a ship and will not be treated as such.
POV SHIFT IS A COMMON TOOL USED TO TELL THIS STORY.
Dad was nowhere in sight when I walked out. I decided that I was probably being paranoid about him due to the stress. I glanced at the parking lot and felt the stress melt away when I saw my favorite car in the parking lot. A cherry red Rabbit, fully running, and in front was my Jacob. He was exactly what I needed after how drained I was from the day. I ran straight into his arms.
He must have noticed my distress when I was on my way to him, because his bright smile turned into a concerned frown. He was extra tender in his touch with me--a stark contrast to how I was gripping him tight. His familiar fingers brushed against my scalp while I breathed in his musk. I loved his warm smell, despite what my family said. Everything about him has always felt like home to me.
“Hey, Nessie, lets get into the car before people start staring.” He pushed my shoulders to look into my eyes. “Then you’re going to tell me what’s wrong, okay?”
I nodded. He wasn’t demanding, like my dad, he made it clear with his tone that I could say no if I wanted to.
I got into the passenger seat. I put my backpack in between my legs and leaned my head back. My eyes closed from how heavy they felt, and I felt tears brimming underneath my eyelids.
“Nessie? Was it really that bad?”
“It was fine,” I said, knowing it wasn’t a lie. “I’m just overwhelmed from all the people. I’ve never been around that many before.”
Jacob nodded as we drove out the parking lot. “Your dad says you yelled at someone.”
I knew he had been watching me. “I didn’t yell. I snarled.”
“Knowing you, you don’t do either. What happened?”
I sighed. I didn’t want to tell Jacob how weak I was. At least not out loud. We pulled to a stoplight and I placed my fingers against his cheek, replaying for him the interaction.
I wasn’t the biggest fan of showing people my thoughts as much as I was as a baby. I really only did it with Jake, and my dad could read them without my touch. Sometimes if I couldn’t explain things I would use it to make communication easier, but ever since I was two I felt uneasy about people having that access to me.
Luckily my thoughts only broadcast from skin to skin contact. So if I accidentally bump into someone they won’t get a flash of their own face back at them.
Jake continues driving while he thinks about what to say. “Your dad made it sound worse than that.”
I snort. “Of course he did. He doesn’t believe I’m capable enough to not expose us.” I turn my head to look out the window. All green, but nothing like home. “Sometimes I feel like he doesn’t want me to be human at all.”
Jacob and I have had this conversation before. I’m the closest thing to human as anyone in our family. I don’t know what it means to be human, and this planet is full of them, so why shouldn’t I try to be one?
Jacob surprises me with his response, “Maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t, I’m not the mind reader. But Nessie, your dad loves you more than anything. I think he’s scared you’ll become so human that he’ll lose you.”
Usually Jake tries to be neutral when Dad and I butt heads. This time he took a side, and it wasn’t mine.
“Didn’t he want my mom to stay human?” I challenge “Why can’t I have the same care?”
Jacob pulls into our driveway. His jaw is set in a way I’d never seen before. “You’re his kid. He wants to protect you.” We pull into the garage and he grabs my hand. “I’m not taking his side” he says, making me blush that he caught that, “but I am saying that until you have kids, don’t give him such a hard time, okay?”
I look at our intertwined hands. I learned what imprinting means, and the thought of being more with Jacob instills me with fear. Yes, he’s special, but the thought of becoming more than what he is made my stomach pool with dread.
I forgot we were touching when I see Jacob smile sadly, tilting my face up to him with his finger, “I will never try to be more than you want me to be, Nessie.”
I untangle our hands so I can give him a hug. “I’m still mad at you for siding with my dad, but I guess I can see where you’re coming from.”
Our house was more like a mansion than a house. I personally felt it was unnecessarily big, but when you have relatives with super hearing you kind of need the space.
It wasn’t very similar to our home in Forks.Sure there were large windows, however Esme wanted something more warm and welcoming in case I brought friends home.
The outside of the building was a butter yellow, with forest green trim. The corners of the house were rounded. The windows were large but not floor to ceiling like the old house. It was almost a mansion version of my parent’s cottage. Somehow Esme managed to get vines on it even though it had only been built a year ago.
It wasn’t home yet, having only lived in it for the summer, but it was enough to be away from humans. I took in a deep breath of fresh air, and smelled that my mom was home.
I walked up the steps to the front door and heard arguing. It was dad and mom. I waited for a moment, expecting them to stop at my arrival, but they didn’t. I looked at Jacob. He looked back at me, also confused.
“She’s not ready to live a human life, Bella. You didn’t see or hear how unstable she was today.” Dad hissed at her.
“We can’t lock her away forever, Edward, she’s getting older. I don’t want her to miss out on the world.” Mom hissed back. “Besides, she needs to get used to being around them so she doesn’t slip up and kill someone. You know if she does they’ll-”
“Fine. But you need to tell her to be careful,” Dad whispered. “She won’t listen to me.”
I touched Jacob’s hand. Let’s go around the back.
He nodded. We went around to the back entrance and slipped in. I did my best to ignore the sound of my parents whisper-fighting. I slipped up the stairs to my room and went straight for my bed.
just found out that accidentally in love by counting crows was literally made for shrek. they didnt just choose it. it didnt exist before. they asked counting crows to make a song for shrek 2 and thats how we got one of the best songs ever made. insane.
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it’s funny how we’re getting to the point in the AI lifespan where you can feel the desperation from tech companies to have you use their AI features. instagram has moved their AI effects to the top of the menu when you’re creating a post for your story, exactly where the draw/edit button used to be. gmail is creating one-click AI-generated replies right before you open up the text box. spotify put a beta AI playlist generator on the front page that looks just like a search bar so all of their users accidentally click on it when they go to search for a song.
tech companies are shaking in their boots trying to prove to shareholders that their investment in AI is worth it, to the point where they’re tricking their users into using the AI features even for a split second in order to fudge the numbers. like awww is your little environment-destroying toy not wielding the results you hoped for? so sad!
if dean and cas were together by scoobynatural, dean would totally pull cas aside “for some of that sweet, sweet, 2d cartoon sex” and then he’d have a conniption when he realizes they’re both ken dolls down there
Dean would come barging out of the room he and Cas had taken, nightgown on (of course) with Cas at his heels, screaming for Sam, shouting: Have you checked the goods?!
Sam, sleepily and a little annoyed: What goods?
Dean gestures emphatically to his crotch: The goods, Sam. The only goods that matter. There are no goods!
Sam: Ew, dude. So?
Dean: Typical American media—all violence, no sex. We’re not 2D, we’re no D!
Cas: I believe that is essentially the same euphemism twice, Dean.
Dean spins around and points at him: You. You are not helping. I’m trying to get you laid, man.
Sam: Can I go back to bed now? 😑
Cas, serenely: Many humans engage in sex without penises, neither you nor I need one to be intimate.
Dean: ….you saying we can do it like girls in Scooby-Doo? 😳🥴😍
"Kill your local sex offender!" Oh, you mean the guy who went streaking at his local college football game on a dare one time? That's a sex crime.
"No, I mean-"
Oh, maybe the woman who had to pee in a public park that only had pay toilets, so she tried to hide behind the bushes but got caught? Public urination is a sex crime.
"What? No, I mean-"
Oh, maybe you mean the homeless guy who had to strip down to get his clothes in the laundromat to clean them for the first time in weeks? He tried being subtle, but someone called the cops on him, and now he's on the sex offender registry for public nudity.
"Rapists and pedophiles! Kill rapists and pedophiles!"
Oh, like the trans woman who got called a pedophile groomer for helping a trans kid escape her abusive parents?
Or maybe the black man who got labeled a rapist because he came on to another man's wife, and he decided to get back at him by charging him with rape?
How about the 17 year olds who were fooling around, fully consensually, in one of their bedrooms? That's still technically underage sex and thus rape of a minor.
Oh, or maybe you're talking about the doctor who performed genital reconstructive surgery in a state that just voted to get that classified as rape?
People will do everything they can to get you convinced rape and pedophilia are the worst crimes possible, then accuse whoever they like the least of being either a rapist, a pedophile, or both, counting on you turning on them just for being accused of the crime.
"Oh, so you're saying you don't want to kill a serial rapist?"
That's exactly what I'm goddamn saying.
Once we decide a group is okay to kill, the government will do everything they can to convince you that their political enemies are either part of that group, or just as bad as that group, to get you to kill their enemies for them.
The only way out is to accept every life as worth saving.
maintaining relationships with people is so difficult for no good reason. what are you supposed to do when you miss someone and want to talk to them more? Say you miss them and that you want to talk to them more? That's all bullshit
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