ᵍᶤʳˡ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵖʳᵉᵈᵃᵗᵒʳ ᵎ

a monster? no, a goddess.

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also full offense but ive seen/experienced emotional & constant abuse & i always get an icky feeling when i see it again, so just guess how i feel about edward

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loudly sips a day old pepsi

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anyways why are we washing out the egyptian coven, change ur damn psds.

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I’M PRETTY WEAK & CLUMSY, IT KIND OF SUCKS.   that’s okay,    though.    i’m getting stronger.    the whole vampire thing is gonna help,    don’t get me wrong,    but .   .   .     sharp teeth    &    superhuman strength isn’t going to fix my mind.    aha .   .   .     i wish it did.    but it’s much more satisfying if i fix myself,    y’know ?    i’m going to craft my armor myself,    i’m going to fight for myself,    i’m going to be my own sword.    cheesy,    aha,    i know.    but when your life’s filled with vampires     &    werewolves    &    an overly romanticized love interest.   .   .     well  .   .   .    nothing’s cheesy anymore.   ☾  /   independent,   private,    highly selective   &    very,   very canon divergent bella swan from the twilight saga.   \  ☽   

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STARGIFTS.     //:     ❱ ❱ ❱    barry !

‘   so if i said  .  .  .  i had two tickets to fifty shades of grey,  would you go with me  ?   ’  please say yes.  everyone already said no.  don’t ask why he has them.  /   @wasthelamb

❝         .  .  . WHEN ?         ❞         she exhales,    a blush already rising to awaiting cheeks at the idea of watching a movie that honestly looked like nothing but a bdsm porno.    but how could she say no to barry ?         ❝         do you want me to pay you back for the tickets ?    ‘cause if you say no,    i’m buying you popcorn.         ❞

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APPLEASHEN.     //:     ❱ ❱ ❱    ???

     WILTING   ROSE   ;   a  girl  with  soft  skin  and  starry  eyes  ,  a  lost  lamb  in  a  forest  full  of  forgotten  promises  .   (   LAMB   -   if  only  she  knew  how  much  the  dark  eyed  beauty  could  relate  .   )   she  tires  now  ,  but  has  the  wits  to  keep  on  alert  .  all  through  the  trails  wandered  ,  there  had  been  the  chirping  melodies  of  song  birds  ,  the  low  hum  of  busy  insects  crawling  about  ,  a  curious  squirrel  or  rabbit  ,  or  even  deer  ,  following  her  heels  ,  willing  to  share  nuts  or  berries  or  flowers  to  weave  into  her  hair  .  but  now   ?   oh  ,  she  might  feel  more  comforted  if  she  thought  herself  to  be  truly  alone  .  umber  gaze  shifts  wearily  around  flushed  forests  ,  but  comes  up  null  .  a  girl  famously  sent  away  with  a  target  on  her  back   (   no  ,   her    heart   )   weariness  such  as  this  should  have  been  a  second  nature  ,  but  as  thoughts  reflect  ,  she  couldn’t  seem  to  recall  how  long  it  was  this  every  silence  had  befallen  her  .  and  so  ,  with  the  dear  -  heart  gathers  the  courage  of  the  moon  ,  breath  deep  ,  blood  rushing  ,  she  dares  ,   ❝   hello   ?   is  there  someone  there   ?   ❞

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SHE CAN FEEL IT.    HOW CLOSE SHE WAS TO RELIEF,    how close she was to the rushing river,    but such a vessel didn’t hold water,    no,    it held blood.    sweet rose wine,    bettered by the twinge of iron,    but soiled by the smell of animal hide.    what she had memorized from hunts past was animal blood,    not human blood.    a delicacy she was forbidden to indulge in    ;     a delicacy she forbade HERSELF to indulge in.    a pity,    now.    she had been following the girl for a while,    mesmerized by her crimson cheeks    &    fingertips    (    &    of course,    her beauty even rivaled rosalie’s    )   ,    oh how her heart would flutter !    she remembered,    once,    when her own would do the same.    but she is no longer that girl,    she is no longer the prey,    but rather,    the predator.    she kept behind her fortress of a fallen tree trunk    &    a few bushes,     fighting herself constantly    :    GO BACK,    GO BACK,    GO BACK    ;    SHE IS NOT YOUR MEAL.    BUT SHE’S RIGHT THERE !    WHO WOULD KNOW !     -----------     i would know.    me.    i couldn’t take the guilt.

she silenced her own crusade,    fingertips rising to hold a throbbing throat.    how parched she was !    but she’d rather impale herself    (    it wouldn’t kill her,    but the pain would be enough    )    then slaughter the girl.    her mission was to save    &    protect humans,    do things they couldn’t,    be what she couldn’t be before.         ❝         ah     -----------    hello !         ❞         her words came airy    &    breathless,    but she stayed behind her makeshift wall.         ❝         are you lost,    miss ?         ❞

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               she  was  his   hope    ;     the  only  sun   he  can  touch   without   turning  to  ashes   ,     the  anchor  that  disabled  him  from  floating  to  insanity .       he  was  her   life   ,     the   comfort   she  sought  after   ,      the   light   that   she   desired   for  so  many  years  in   the  darkness .        they  were  each   other’s  hearts   (  unbeating  it  may  be  )   ,      a  crucial  part  of  one  another .    separated   ,     they  may  function .    but  living  without  the  other  is   a  life  not  worth  living .      //    independent .   selective .   exclusive .    private .    heavily  canon  -  divergent  !                                    ALICE  CULLEN    &    JASPER  HALE . 

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  playlist   for   @wasthelamb  /  @amvalor   between    Aro   n  Bella  !!!   :

—    lust   for   life      by    ldr    n   abel.

—    disintegration    by  the  mon/archy   n   dita.

—    me   and   the   devil     by    soapnskin.

—    swan   song      by     ldr.

—    heaven  /  california   by  hon/ey   gentry.

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SEENHOPE.     //:     ❱ ❱ ❱    jasper !

                      VENEER  OF  OPTIMISM  LAY  APHOTIC EXCITEMENT —  death  lay   ‘twards  happiness  as   it  was   but  the  oldest   hale  brother  that  was  present .     hopeful  of  convalesce  after   the   female  leaves  but  o’  ,   boy  mistaken !        pause  as  comely  hazel  hues  observe  the  woman  ‘fore  laodicean  expression   forms   ‘self  ‘pon   greek  marbled  features  of  old .   silence  yields  to  her  question  ,    woman  full  of  lies   —   so  deemed  the  male  as  he  listens  to   heartbeat  that  echoes   through  several  yards .     mien  of   naivety   &   beauty   ;    pandora  personified !          prometheus  merely  stands  o’er  his   dominion    ,      scrutiny  present  in  neutral  eyes .     though  salient  to    stranger  known  as   brother   ,   creature  simply  relinquished   thoughts   of   hostility   &    remembered   how   women  must  be  treated  (  even  if  one  previously  sought  to  murder  the  female .  )   

            ❛   oh   ,    yes  … .  where  are  my  manners … .  do  come  in .  ❜   albeit  tone  rang  with  open  detachment   &   hesitation   ,    he  merely  walked   ‘cross   the   porch   to  give  other  quite  the  room  to  walk  in .    anxiety  rose  within  him  as   he  was  not  keen  on   meeting  with  others  ,   let  alone  humans  who’ve  no  business in  his  life  .      regret  comes   wallowing  war-torn  boy  ,     this  life   was  not  his  to  lead .    ‘twas  safe  to  say   ,    however   ,    his  anxiety  merely  increased  ‘cause   ‘twas  how  the  other  feels  as   well .     ambiance  full  of  serenity  twirls  ‘pon   room   &   reflecting  ‘pon  the  woman .      ❛   curious  one   ,   are  you  not  ?   ❜   asks  he   ,     closing  the  door  after  she  walks  in   &   gestures  for  pandora-like  mortal  to   sit .       ❛     went  shopping  ,   actually .    alice’s  idea .   esme   &   rosalie  jumped in .    ‘course  ,    the  men  were  hauled  after .   though  ,   i’ve  convinced  dear  alice  that  all  my  clothes  looked  better  than  the  others .   if  you’ve  arrived an  hour  early  ,   you’ve  gone  with  them .   edward’s  been looking  quite  like  a  hobo  recently —  as  alice  have  described him .    he  went  in  lieu  of  myself .    ❜     that  was  too  much  talking  on  his  end .    ❛   i’ll  go  make  you  some  tea .  ❜  

UPON LIPS COATED IN GENUINE GAIETY,   she’d giggle,    a strange sound coming from someone like her.    she simply did not    ----------    giggle.    but she’d blame it on her jumping nerves    &    the thundering of her pulse in her ears.          ❝           a hobo,    huh ?    that’s almost hard to believe.         ❞         but nothing was ‘ hard to believe ‘ anymore    ;    thrust into a world of vampires,    what else would come to light ?          ❝           well    -------    that’s too bad,    i guess .   .   .         ❞         how more awkward could she be !    she should have walked away when she had the chance !    but now she stands awkwardly within a house her mother would have fainted at,    delicate walls    &    extravagant paintings,    luscious furniture    &    polished floors    ;    it felt like a modern - day castle to her.    &    embarrassingly so,    she was still gawking,    blushing eyes rip away from their search    &    back to him.

❝          tea ?         ❞        her voice cracks,    placing an intangible question mark at the end of a word that was not so laborious to understand.    rose-tipped fingers rise to her throat,    a nervous smile cracking across reddening features.         ❝          i mean,    yeah !    tea would be nice .   .   .    thank you,    jasper.         ❞        she mumbles,    intending to follow him into the kitchen,    or wherever he was planning to prepare the beverage    (    come now,    bella !    where would anyone make tea ?    the kitchen,    of course !   )   .        ❝          how long did it take to decorate    &    furnish all this ?         ❞        her question comes with natural hesitance    &    a wave of her hand,    she was trying to continue their conversation    ;    such desperation to attempt to understand a man like him.    but she’ll continue her efforts without rest    ---------    he is,    after all,    (    a shiver runs down her rigid spine even before she lets her mind utter the thought    )    her future family.

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i have a jane muse i havent used in a long time because i forgot her account log in but im thinking of revamping her. i really want to use dakota / elle fanning but i also really want to give her an fc like bae joohyun or choi jinri. i'm at a loss of what to do, do yiu havw any advice ?

OH MY !    all four of those women are lovely !    &    im so happy you’re thinking about revamping your jane !    we could always use more twilight blogs.    but as for your question,    ask yourself why you want to use a korean fc instead of a white one.    is it because you want to ‘ fit in ‘ or be ‘ cool ‘ bc you don’t follow the system / canon ?    or is it because you’re tired of twilight being a mostly all-white story ?    do you want to tell a story that includes everyone    &    relates to everyone instead of a story that only related to neurotypical whites ?    i hope you picked the same reasons i have,    &    if you did,    then i honestly really do like bae joohyun !    she’s very jane-like !    but then again so is choi jinri .  .  .     i change my mind GO WITH CHOI SHE REAL CUTE !    &    very jane !

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do you have a twilight character, oc, or verse ? if so, please reblog this post with your character(s) name in the tags, if you are an oc please specify that, and if you only have a verse be sure to specify that as well. please reblog once per blog.

                         reblog and tag appropriately and you will be added to this list.

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anyway whites in the rpc come with a whole lotta ignorance by default and it’s tiring and i’d like to meet some new people in this disaster of a community so hit that like/reblog if you’re a person of color in the rpc who actually cares about vocally being a person of color in the rpc (meaning you don’t always keep your mouth shut or water your opinions down to spare the feelings of your white mutuals) this post includes rphs, writes blogs, indies and everything in between and does not welcome anybody who uses the phrase s.j.w unironically or roleplays abuse/pedophilia/incest and shit like that thanks.

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i love your blog!! what drew you to bella as a muse?

          SDUBSDIfGN I LOVE YOU !   but honestly, i don’t know. the werewolves always got me, it’s not that i wasn’t intrigued by the vamps, i just .   .   .  i love werewolves, y’all, i’m a Secret Furry. 

& in all honesty ? I HATED BELLA. every ounce of my 12-year-old body hated her guts. i hate a lot of heroines in most famous books today. it’s just that their actions are so stupid to me sometimes i want to cry & throw the book across the room. now i realize it’s bc i had avpd even all the way back then & i just couldn’t relate to any of these heroines bc no one related TO ME. they were all neurotypical for the most part & they got guys. i couldn’t understand both of those things. also bella was really annoying. like i hated her so much sdhfg.

recently i grew indifferent, but once i picked new moon again i was like bithc……………………. it’s just meyer’s writing. like i HATE her writing. but bella ? she’s just a gal who found a guy who actually liked her. she even sounded like she had anxiety too. & my brain just got to work you know, here she was, this girl who came to forks bc she didn’t fit in w/her mom & she wants to give her more freedom. frankly, i realized DO relate to her. in her very basic essence, bella would be my best friend. but that’s it, i erase all else, & build her up from the foundation up. like i kno some ppl might get offended or whatever, but i’m TIRED. bella is just a strong girl, & she tries so hard. so so HARD. i understand why people might hate her, i get it. but pls, let me introduce you to a NEW bella. i don’t know if she’s better bc that’s almost going beyond disliking a series, it’s like shading the author ( like i haven’t done that b4, but u know ), but GOD, bella is so much more than this frail, sickly girl that meyer makes her out to be.