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[sleepyflowergirl]

Why the hell did the vampires ,who canonically run so fast they blur to the human eye, have BELLA be the umpire for their baseball game??? Rose was right to think that call was bull.

[pomegranteseeds]

everyone at the whole cullen clan all the time:

[fragrantblossoms]

London Stereoscopic and Photographic Company.  Rose Cullen, ca. 1875.

[sethclearwatered]

i was inspired by @panlight's post about what the cullens would collect - instead of weddings to emmett, i thought about rose collection wedding and engagement rings, especially antique wedding rings.

she knows everything there is to know about the exchanging of bands along with other common wedding traditions (the switch to white dresses in the west, which colors are important in cultures across the world, different ceremony styles, etc) but she has a huge collection of beautiful antique rings. she can clean a vintage store out of their collection of wedding rings if they're real antiques.

like her cars, she takes the time to fix them up, repair them, and display them in her room, or in esme's art room. they're honestly her most valuable items, both monetary wise and sentimental wise.

in the 80s she starts collecting certain styles that were common around the time carlisle and esme were married and gives them a beautiful case full of these rings for a big anniversary.

there's also one secret thing that she does - she tries to trace original owners of the rings, and their descendants if she can. there's the desire to make small connections with humans - if she finds the descendants and thinks they'll take good care of the ring, she'll either try to meet them in person to hand off the ring herself or if she can't do that, she'll leave it in their mailbox w a letter talking about the rings history and how she found it at a vintage store and wanted to return it to the family.

[twilitty]

Waiting- twilight fic

“Waiting”

by: @twilitty​

Rosalie and Emmett are babysitting Nessie for Edward. The rest of the Cullens are predisposed and seem to have branched off into their own lives. Rose and Emmett were given one-way plane tickets from Alice and told to meet her in South America. 

word count: 1.6k

Part 1/?

WAITING

Edward is late, again. Rosalie is standing in the foyer of the Cullens main home, the windows tinted with the dark guise of twilight and eerily dry. It seems to be the one day of the year it hasn’t rained. She’s dressed in an outfit curated by her fashion-oriented sister. All designer, of course. Yet, her jeans have creases around the knees and upper thighs, her sweater sleeves rolled up past her elbows in a way that would make her sister cringe. Her hair had started out in a casual ponytail but is now laying around her shoulders in frizzy waves. It’s the carefree disarray of a new moms wardrobe.

Then, like the angel of messes, Nessie sits in her arms snoring lightly. Her cheek, soft and warm, is against Rose’s collarbone and has been for the last twenty minutes. Rose had happily agreed to watch Nessie while her father went off to feed. Bella was at a business meeting in Port Angeles, a monthly occurrence that the family seemed to consciously not discuss. Edward was supposed to be back forty minutes ago, which was coincidentally also the exact time that the little angel was throwing a tantrum and pulling Roses hair. 

But, Rosalie doesn’t mind watching her. She enjoys the thick teardrops that roll down her puffy cheeks when she gets mad and the melted ice cream that coats the front of Nessie’s shirt after a snack. And as soon as she starts to get fussy it seems that Rose is the only one who can truly calm her down. It’s strange, being so involved in this child when she barely has any rights to her. 

Emmett is upstairs, packing the last of their suitcases and making sure the room is in order. This is why Rosalie is frustrated with Edwards' lateness, he was going to make them miss their flight. It also just happened to be her luck that the rest of the family is happily distracted when she needs them. 

Alice and Jasper had left days ago for somewhere in South America, Alice claiming that she just had to be there and not giving a date for return. She had, instead, also bought Rose and Emmett a one way ticket to a small airport an hour outside of Brazil. The travelling was not uncommon of the couple, Alice moving as she pleases and Jasper following without question. Maybe it was his devotion to her, or maybe it was the uncomfortable silence that always followed him throughout the house. In a group of vampires it’s difficult to find a point of discussion that isn’t based in the past, and the family is not one to tolerate Jasper's discussion of the past. 

That leaves two people left to watch Nessie as Rose and Emmett catch their flight: Esme and Carlisle. Carlisle picked up a job in Seattle, working overnight at a care clinic for the elderly. He never said it, but Rose just knew that it was because he had similar interests to the seniors he cared for. She had overheard him telling Esme one night that he almost wishes he aged into his forties so that he could hold a conversation and base it on his experience, not say his grandfather told him stories. Esme was with Carlisle in Seattle, she funded a series of group homes for at-risk youth and occasionally would go and meet with the kids. If only she was here to watch her grandchild. 

“Rose,” it was Emmett at the top of the stairs. He was whispering, thankfully. He had probably heard Nessie snoring and knew not to wake her. He saw her temper tantrum the last time someone woke her up from a nap and was not looking to face it any time soon. “I have the things packed.” Rose looked over her shoulder at the staircase just in time to see him appear at the bottom, two suitcases at his feet and a neck pillow cradling his head. 

All it took was a raise of her eyebrows for him to fall into a defensive position. Palms facing her, he approached quietly. “I wanna look the part,” he explained. 

“Your neck doesn’t cramp,” she retorted with a smirk. She wouldn’t be able to talk him out of the dumb pillow, the same way she wasn’t able to talk him out of sunscreen the last time they went to Bora Bora. 

“But tourists' necks cramp, why else would they sell these things?” He went up to the main door, opening it and looking outside. “It’s not like the pillow industry is trying to scam vampires.” Rosalie doesn’t have to ask him what he’s looking for, the tenseness in his shoulders tells her enough. He doesn't want to miss their plane and wants Edward to get here already. Out of all the Cullens, Emmett is the most frugal. He hates wasting money. 

He closes the door softly and turns to his wife and their niece, taking off the dumb pillow and tossing it onto the suitcases. A smile cracks open across his face. “Can I?” She nods and his knuckles brush against her chest as he gingerly brings the toddler up to cradle her. His large arms seem brutal next to Nessie, her tiny frame nearly disappears as he hugs her to his chest. Her head lolls onto his shoulder, snores breaking for a moment as she sighs in content. His eyes dance in the light, looking down at her as she sleeps peacefully in his arms. 

Rosalie has always loved Emmett, but the first time she saw him holding their niece, the way he carefully smiled with his mouth closed and crouched to seem smaller, that was when she knew they would have a family. Emmett was initially afraid of scaring the baby, afraid he would seem too big compared to the rest of the family. Like a giant. He would talk quietly around her, always making sure to hide his teeth when he smiled and sit on the floor when she played. 

A movement pulls Rose from her thoughts. So quickly that a human would have missed it, the door opens and closes, the child blinks awake at the noise. Edward stands beside Rosalie, his shoulders slouched forward and his mouth pulled up into a painful smile. “Rose,” he nods to her, “Emmett,” he nods to his brother. 

Emmett ducks down quickly towards the little girl, pressing his lips to the back of her head as she looks over at her father. “Nessie has a lot to show you,” he says with a laugh. His heart isn’t in it. Edward must read it in his mind and politely disregards it, because he strides up to his daughter and lifts her out of her uncle's arms. 

Nessie plants a hand on her fathers cheek, his smile widening as he watches a play by play of her afternoon. 

Regretting her earlier wishes of Edward coming home, Rosalie speaks to break the moment. “We’re leaving. We were supposed to have left forty minutes ago but somebody must have never developed an interest in punctuality.” She receives a glare from Edward, his jaw rolling forward in what must be residue annoyance from some other event. 

Emmett notices this, “Bella spoken to you?” 

“Yes.” He jostles his daughter, raising her so that she can play with his shirt collar. He doesn’t say anything else. 

“Well, Rose and I are heading out so we’ll see you later,” Emmett says jovially, waving a hand at his favourite- and only- niece. She waves back with vigor, a toothy smile spread across her dimpled cheeks. Her father only watches with mild disinterest, his thoughts clearly occupied by some other matter.

They grab their suitcases quickly, Rose planting a sweet kiss on the little girls cheek as they pass by towards the door. 

Against Emmetts pleading, they’re taking Rosalie's car. She had a difficult time understanding why taking his giant Jeep, suited for off-roading, would be ideal for travelling to the airport. 

“Are you okay?” She asks him, turning the key in the ignition and driving out of the garage into the night. He hadn’t said anything as he loaded the suitcases into the trunk, and when she turned on talk radio he didn’t complain or try to change the station. All abnormal.

“I’m gonna miss her,” he pauses, his adam's apple bobbing, “I hope she doesn’t change while we are gone.” 

“I know, me too.” Rosalie doesn’t try to alleviate his anxiety, she knows it would be a lie to tell him Nessie would look the same when they get back. She’ll probably be a little longer, her teeth larger, maybe she’ll have new interests. Every change they miss will hurt them both.

“But we’ve got to go.” His voice is hard, finality ringing through it as if he’s trying to convince himself.

“We’ve got to.” She agrees softly. 

They pull into a parking spot near the front entrance of the airport just in time to make their plane. Her phone rings after take off, the face of her sister smiling up at her from the screen. “Alice?”

“Rose, tell me you’re on your way.” The girl says hurriedly, excitement layering her words. 

“Emmett and I are on the plane now,” she responds. Emmett looks over at her curiously, neck pillow adorned. 

“Jasper and I have a lead.” She then goes to rattle off the details of their current location and where they will be tomorrow night. The phone hangs up. 

Emmetts face is reserved, but the corners of his lips are twitching with barely contained happiness. “A baby?” Rosalie’s pale hand comes up to cradle his cheek, her pink lips turning up at the corners. “Yes, a baby.”

[xoxo-nikki-xoxo]

Part one

Hey everyone!! First part is finally here! Next part well me posted next week sometime. The date I haven’t figured out yet. I'll make sure to let you all know about 2 days before it goes up!

Warning: none

Word count: 1.5k words

Edited: I rewrote this chapter

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No one ever warns you what true living truly is, and the reason is because no one has ever experienced it. Expect the "people" who living forever. Which in my case happened to me about 154 years ago. It was 1851 when Carlisle saved me. All I remember is the coldness of the earth beneath me when he approached me. The feeling of the venom was, well painful. But you reach a part where your already in pain so pain the extra pain just makes you numb. I do not remember quiet what happened the next few days after. Truly the next days were crazy the feeling of the grass on my paws as I ran, kill anything insight. Carlisle had no clue what I would have become, how could he. He was only saving some random girl that was in the woods. Some weird science experiment is what Emmett like to call me; a mutt Rosalie would tell you. My transformation did not only just turn me into a vampire it triggered some gene in my blood. I spent the first 3 days in my werewolf state. Those days are all honestly one huge blur to me. All I know is when I finally faded back to normal (Human) Carlisle was there. Wrapping his trench coat around me. Over the next 50 years I learned to control my werewolf state, but I still struggle with my hunger. For the blo-

"Are you done yet? What's even the point of you writing your life story?" Emmett comments crossing his arms as he watches me put my pen down. He has a smirk on his face a he’s leaning up against the doorframe of my bedroom.

"Don’t you have Rosalie to go bother and spoon over. For your information this *holds up journal* keeps me from going insane. Plus, I heard on some tv show that writing down your life story helps you mentally I guess- You know what you don’t even care” I stated huffing closing the journal looking out at the forest. For some reason it calls me. The forest... I can hear all the sounds coming from it. The birds chirping, the sound of the wind rustling in the tree branches. Moving back to Forks we had hopes that the wolves would have disappeared. More importantly we hoped no one would remember the Cullen's. I never attended the school like my other brothers and sisters do. About 100+ years I still have not master the art of self-control. Me and Jasper have that in common. The blood it... I'm getting better with it. Emmet watches me for a second before he states.  

"We'll have a good writing day "Emmett says flashing me a smile before he disappears to the kitchen Shaking my head, I get back into my journal.

Blood. It is what I crave. All day. When I transformed back to my human state, I was covered in it. Carlisle was there though, he helped me. Just like he has helped the rest of our family. Carlisle is my father. But I cannot help but want to know who I am. Who was I before I turned? Did I have a family? A father and mother? Did I work? Why am I a werewolf. Or a hybrid/mutt as Rosalie likes to throw in my face. Why are my eyes purple?! I have never seen anything like it before. I am special. I have learned that keeping my existence know about quiet. No one outside my family truly knows about me. Sense I do not smell like a normal vampire or werewolf its unique. I am an outcast, and because of this I am considered to be the deadliest creature on the world.

Sighing I set my pen down and looking out at the window again thinking about what else to write. This is the point I have to write down everything. At least everything that happened yesterday....

I wondered if the wolves were still around. The last time my family was here we made a treaty with a tribe; they are called the Quileute's. I remember their leader pretty well his last name was Black. I am still so interested even now after what happened. They had a pack. I have never felt a true connection with anyone. I- I need to learn more about them still. About other werewolves. I need to find my past, and I found people that well help me do that. But I was considered an abomination to them as well. An outcast, not truly a werewolf, not truly a vampire and sure as hell not a human anymore.

I do not quiet remember why or how but I made my way out into the forest yesterday afternoon. After 5 minutes of running I released I was on my fours, and instead of skin I had fur, and hands and feet as paws. The wind running through my fur was only encouragement to keep running. This is my favorite part of living forever. The endless breeze I can feel. Before I knew it, I got to the river and jumped to the other side. I remembered exactly where I was now. It was the old treaty line we had with the Quileute's. But no one's seen the wolf's sense we left so if they must all have disappeared... And oh boy was I so-so wrong... I have never gotten a good exploring on this side. The side is vastly different from our side you could say. There were more animals, and this... It was a wolf scent? How could this be? But a wolf scent it was of course, I remember it like it was yesterday. It's easy to identify scent once you have smelled it first. With the dirt underneath my paws I was back to running. That is when I heard another howl. I had to find the source of that howl. It was calling to me almost like my primal instinct to feed on human blood. Tracking the howls where easy, the closer I got to it the louder the sound was. I am guessing this wolf scent was the source of the howling. Last time I remember actually seeing a wolf, let alone a pack was the day we saw the pack.  

It kept getting louder intel it stopped, and the howling turned into a growl.That is when I saw it. The dark hazel eyes of a wolf much taller than me, fur of a jet-black color. With two extra wolf's flanking on the either side. Then 3 more, 1 more. There is no turning back now. My life was never going to be the same after that, and I was right staring into the eyes of a fully grown pack.

Their back

The growling presided and when I glanced over at the other wolves my eyes got caught up on one of the. His hair was a dirty grey, around the eyes was a tanner color. His eyes softened up and a small whimper passed his mouth. It felt like the world had just stopped, and it was only the two of us. My brain was so flooded with tons of emotions both positive and negative.  

Before I could try to figure anything out though all the wolves they started to back up, expect the one I was staring at. I have to get to know him, is it even a him? I have thousands of questions for him. I heard a voice in my head it startled me at first but became a voice of relief after.

“I don’t know who you are... But I need you to fallow me” That was all I heard before the wolf turned around and walked slowly. Was that him I just heard, he looked over his shoulder before making a gesture for me to fallow.

“Who are you?” I stated standing my ground as I watched him.

“I'll tell you anything you want to know. Just... You know what how about this, well meet at the beach down in La Push in about one hour. I'll see you then” That was all I got before he vanished off into the woods leaving me speechless about everything that was happening to me. So, I did what I was told, I decided to head back home like a good girl I was. Sneaking back inside the house was easy. All I had to do was jump back into my window. That was of course because I was in my human form.  

Getting to La Push beach was easy, all I had to do was simple drive there. I haven't felt this feeling for decades, anxious for what was about to happen... He’s a wolf which means he has a human form... somehow though I manage to control my thirst that night. He was a gentleman at first at least. He is tall standing around six foot something. Muscular as hell but oh boy was he a fine man to lay my eyes on.

“You must be the girl... The one out in the woods...” He started off glancing in between me and the ground. “My names Paul... And I know this is going to sound strange but... Your life about to change” He states meeting my stare.

“Yes, my names Dystany”

And what happens next... well I'll tell you later

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So Midnight sun came out and I decided to re-read the Twilight saga. You've got to admit that Mayer has BALLS, imagine her editor reading the Breaking Dawn manuscript like: okay, just to be prepared, who dies? And she's like, no one, no one we care about. And her editor, well at least this is shaping up to be a good fight scene and Mayer just... fight? what fight?