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[pandyalsart]

🌲🌧Twilight Illustrated - Chapter Four🌧🌲

"Are you trying to be funny ?" I interrupted him, wheeling toward him. 

My face got drenched as I looked up at his expression.

His eyes were wickedly amused. "Will you please allow me to finish?"

I bit my lip and clasped my hands together, interlocking my fingers, so I couldn't do anything rash. 

"I heard you say you were going to Seattle that day, and I was wondering if you wanted a ride."

That was unexpected.

"What?" I wasn't sure what he was getting at.

"Do you want a ride to Seattle?"

"With who?" I asked, mystified.

"Myself, obviously." He enunciated every syllable, as if he were talking to someone mentally h4nd1c4pp3d.

Book: Twilight Author: Stephanie Meyer

//They're so silly in the book 😩😍

[pandyalsart]

Twilight Illustrated - Chapter Three

It was going to hit the back corner of my truck, and I was standing between them.

I didn't even have time to close my eyes.

Just before I heard the shattering crunch of the van folding around the truck bed, something hit me, hard, but not from the direction I was expecting. My head cracked against the icy blacktop, and I felt something solid and cold pinning me to the ground. I was lying on the pavement behind the tan car I'd parked next to. But I didn't have a chance to notice anything else, because the van was still coming. It had curled gratingly around the end of the truck and, still spinning and sliding, was about to collide with me again.

A low oath made me aware that someone was with me, and the voice was impossible not to recognize. Two long, white hands shot out protectively in front of me, and the van shuddered to a stop a foot from my face, the large hands fitting providentially into a deep dent in the side of the van's body.

Then his hands moved so fast they blurred. One was suddenly gripping under the body of the van, and something was dragging me, swinging my legs around like a ragdoll's, till they hit the tire of the tan car. A groaning metallic thud hurt my ears, and the van settled, glass popping, onto the asphalt — exactly where, a second ago, my legs had been.

"Bella? Are you all right?"

// I C O N I C. No other words needed for this scene. 

Book: Twilight Author: Stephanie Meyer

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[pandyalsart]

Twilight Illustrated - Chapter Two

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"Do you know the Cullen family?" I asked hesitantly. "Dr. Cullen's family? Sure. Dr. Cullen's a great man." "They… the kids… are a little different. They don't seem to fit in very well at school." Charlie surprised me by looking angry. [...]

"They seemed nice enough to me. I just noticed they kept to themselves. "They're all very attractive," I added, trying to be more complimentary. "You should see the doctor," Charlie said, laughing. "It's a good thing he's happily married. A lot of the nurses at the hospital have a hard time concentrating on their work with him around.”

Book: Twilight Author: Stephanie Meyer

[pandyalsart]

Twilight Illustrated - Chapter One , part 2

Twilight illustrated - Chapter One, part 2

"Who are they ?" I asked the girl from my Spanish class, whose name I'd forgotten.

"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife." 

[...]

They didn't look anything alike. Of the three boys, one was big — muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here rather than students. The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixielike, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction. And yet, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town. Paler than me, the albino. They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones. They also had dark shadows under those eyes —purplish, bruiselike shadows. As if they were all suffering from a sleepless night, or almost done recovering from a broken nose."

Book: Twilight Author: Stephanie Meyer

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[pandyalsart]

Twilight illustrated - Chapter One , part 1

"Well, now, you're welcome," he mumbled, embarrassed by my thanks. We exchanged a few more comments on the weather, which was wet, and that was pretty much it for Conversation. We stared out the windows in silence. It was beautiful, of course; I couldn't deny that. Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered with moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. Even the air filtered down greenly through the leaves. "

Book: Twilight Author: Stephanie Meyer (@_stephanie_meyer) 

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[pandyalsart]

Twilight - Preface

"I'd never given much thought to how I would d1e — though I'd had reason enough in the last few months — but even if I had, I would not haveimagined it like this. I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me."

IS THIS YEAR THE 20th anniversary of Twilight?!?! YES. So, welcome to the first illustration of this thing: Twilight aka My obsessions since I was 12 years old. The time has come, and from now on you'll see one illustration per chapter every two weeks (sort of)

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[pandyalsart]

needed to personally tell you that your azris pieces rewired my brain 🔥🔥 so delicious and beautiful and scrumptious

awww thankssss

[pandyalsart]

Eravamo fatti allo stesso modo e ora non poteva più negarlo

“Qualcosa di oscuro passò tra di noi, qualcosa di simile a quello che sentivo io lo ritrovai in lui e gli sorrisi. Eravamo fatti allo stesso modo e ora non poteva più negarlo. Ethan mi spinse in giù, il suo c***o entrò nella mia boc*a, scivolò fino in fondo e iniziò a sc****mi la gola. I suoi fianchi cominciarono a muoversi con un ritmo preciso e costante, con stoc*ate forti, ma con un’accortezza che non tutti i maschi possedevano [...]I pensieri si allontanarono dalla mente, non c’era nessun passato a inseguirci, non c’erano i miei errori. Non c’ero nemmeno io. Esistevo solo nello spazio e nel tempo di quel momento.”

da "Non lasciarmi andare" di Laura Forbiti

[pandyalsart]

'I'm getting her back.”

“From the shadows near the entrance to the tent, Azriel said, as if in answer to some unspoken debate, 'I'm getting her back.'

Nesta slid her gaze to the shadowsinger, Azriel's hazel eyes glowed golden in the shadows.

Nesta said, 'Then you will die.'

Azriel only repeated, rage glazing that stare, 'I'm getting her back.”

― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

Okay but seriously? The vibes are immaculate. They’ve got that soft sunshine x brooding shadows energy, and it just works. Like, aesthetically alone they’re stunning: her in floral, light and delicate, and him all shadows and silent intensity. It’s giving “light in the dark,” “the storm loves the flower,” all those Pinterest-core poetic things...

What makes them even more interesting is the emotional tension. They’re quiet around each other, but you can feel everything simmering under the surface. They’re not the loudest ship, but that’s kind of the appeal... they’re slow, soft, and full of yearning. It’s like their whole dynamic is made of silence and glances and unspoken promises.

Whether they end up together or not, the Elriel aesthetic and emotional potential is unmatched

art by pandyals_art

[pandyalsart]

Chief Swan x Doc Cullen ❤️‍🔥​🎀​✨​

Bella : "They're all very attractive" Charlie: "You should see the doctor"

(some sneak peak from the Twilight illustrated pages I'm doing hehe)

[riverofempathy]

THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING!!

[pandyalsart]

Chief Swan x Doc Cullen ❤️‍🔥​🎀​✨​

Bella : "They're all very attractive" Charlie: "You should see the doctor"

(some sneak peak from the Twilight illustrated pages I'm doing hehe)

[pandyalsart]

“Smile again,” he whispered.

“His fingers tightened on mine, and I looked up. He was smiling at me. And looked so un-High-Lord-like with the glowing dust on the side of his face that I grinned back.

I hadn’t even realized what I’d done until his own smile faded, and his mouth parted slightly.

“Smile again,” he whispered.”

― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

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[pandyalsart]

Eravamo fatti allo stesso modo e ora non poteva più negarlo

“Qualcosa di oscuro passò tra di noi, qualcosa di simile a quello che sentivo io lo ritrovai in lui e gli sorrisi. Eravamo fatti allo stesso modo e ora non poteva più negarlo. Ethan mi spinse in giù, il suo c***o entrò nella mia boc*a, scivolò fino in fondo e iniziò a sc****mi la gola. I suoi fianchi cominciarono a muoversi con un ritmo preciso e costante, con stoc*ate forti, ma con un’accortezza che non tutti i maschi possedevano [...]I pensieri si allontanarono dalla mente, non c’era nessun passato a inseguirci, non c’erano i miei errori. Non c’ero nemmeno io. Esistevo solo nello spazio e nel tempo di quel momento.”

da "Non lasciarmi andare" di Laura Forbiti

[goth-queen]

[sweetd3lights]

[pandyalsart]

"To whatever end?” she breathed. Rowan followed her, as he had his entire life, long before they had ever met, before their souls had sparked into existence. “To whatever end, Fireheart."

[woodlandelk]

Illustrations by @pandyalsart for my short fic "Yuletide Bakery" 💖👀 I had to crop the second one.

The fic is part of my AO3 series "Of Elves and Humans" that tells the tale of my OC Yrdenne and her rollercoaster relationship with Iorveth.

It's a wild ride, I promise!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52299682