#Bella!verse

[snake-spire]

Oh Bella, you’re really in it now.

I am very much hyperfixating on this Bella!Verse post I made and now she’s real and I’m obsessed! Shout out to all the other people who probably had the same idea! I didn’t see anyone else at the time talking about it.

Parker and Bella have the same kind of meeting Arthur and Parker have and possibly a closer relationship, very much brother and sister vibes. Outside of work, they constantly try to break the other’s front they put on. Bella always loses first.

I imagine that they met a little later since in this au Faroe lives a bit longer.

She doesn’t take Jane/John killing Parker very well.

Speaking of Jane/John, I gotta shout out my genderfluid buddies who go by two names: one traditionally masc and the other traditionally fem. Y’all are a real one. (He/she Jane/John for the win!)

And of course, she isn’t complete without beating someone up. Not into women or anyone really but she’s so pretty ;-;

[miidnighters]

@starlyht | continued from ☾

He definitely walked into this. Sol'rys is lucky that Bella isn't the type to press, even if every time she notices it, it sends a flutter through her. It may not be the same way she loves him, but its clear that he cares for her in at least some way.

(And Bella, unused to more than scraps, is cherishing these small slips of his indifference).

"My mistake," Bella fights to keep her face straight and the dripping affection out of her tone. "Perfectly natural. Only I don't see you hovering over Shadowheart the same way." And it could be argued that they were the same, weren't they? Both clerics, both human - and Bella didn't wield anything in her hands so well as her fangs.

[galehearted]

@miidnighters asked: this is not a nice place to meet . (From Bella) / 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄: still accepting.

"You're probably right, but I don't think it particularly cares whether it's nice or not, and something's telling me you don't neither."

How keen! And better yet, how daring and knowing and oh so dull. Idly, Henry handles the pommel of his longsword, his habit as he's meandered through this godsforsaken land. Indeed, he's not yet met a friendly face, the hooting of the shadows as gentle as they get, and the way his veins roar with a too-soon battle... He's hot-blood. Bloody. And he's dripping red. Truthfully, she's the first not-ghoul he's found, neither beast nor apparition starved for slaughter — but then, why ever on earth is she out here at all? Henry's cautious.

Little wolf... What's led you in the murk so tempting and alone? "Otherwise, you wouldn't be out here, would you?"

[jingledbells]

man I want a fiddauthor zine. that would be so cool

[prescott-paws]

Are you liking your Hello Kitty face mask and Pochacco headband for our spa day?

You're a pretty princess heheheh

Kokonut the First 🫶

I wish death upon you

[rosetyler42]

Here's an old funny WIR-Verse bit inspired by the opening of The Bad Guys. XD I love the idea of these two hanging out on one of the trains, possibly to or from Hero's Duty. Both chaos-loving badass gals who went and made their own way from families they feel didn't fit them. Smashing convention in their wake and taking a mischievious JOY in their work.

It's kind of an odd relationship though. Ericka's bouncy, cheerful non-judgmental anc not particularly greedy, but she's a bit of a Debbie. She doesn't get the point of having money if you're not going to DO something with it. Shego, on the other hand, is a somewhat grumpy and smart-alecy criminal in it for the Evuls and the violence, and claims criminals don't BUY anything. Though thankfully, she doesn't judge Ericka for her weirdness or love of violence and Addams-esque things. But I could see them having a real Snake and Wolf dynamic XD They'd be friends, but there's a lot of back and forth witty banter since you kind of have two Agatha Harknesses in the room.

Bonus: Eve the Sylveon is of course Ericka's pokemon partner, while Bella (short for Bellatrix) the Shiny Alolan Meowth is Shego's.

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Updated Request Info/Masterlist

Requests Are OPEN

Characters I write for: Twilight

Alice Cullen

Bella Swan

Rosalie Hale

Jasper Hale

Esme Cullen

Emmett Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Edward Cullen

Jacob Black

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Natasha Romanov

Wanda Maximoff

Carol Danvers

Pepper Potts

Peter Parker

Peggy Carter

Tony Stark

Dottie Underwood

Angie Martinelli

Gilmore Girls

Lorelei Gilmore

Rory Gilmore

Jess Mariano

Paris Geller

Lucy

Madeline Lynn

Louise Grant

Stranger Things

Robin Buckley

Vickie

Joyce Byers

Nancy Wheeler

Eden Bingham

Chrissy Cunningham

Steve Harrington

Other

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Evelyn Deavor - Incredibles 2

Nellie Lovett - Sweeney Todd

Harley Quinn - DC

Estella Miller - Cruella (2021)

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Bellatrix Black - Harry Potter

Olivia Octavius - Into The Spider-verse

Guidelines

I do not write nsfw

I don't write incest/any weird predatory relationships

I write both narratives and headcanons, if you don't specify in your request I'll do whatever feels right <3

If preferred pronouns/gender aren't included on ask, I'll default to gender neutral

I don't just write romance! You can request platonic/familial stuff as well

Please be respectful and patient, I will get to you eventually!

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Carlisle/Insecure!Reader _GN *+

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Gilmore Girls

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Stranger Things

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Other

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[robinstome]

my autistic brain wanting to make a spiderverse au every time I start to fixate on something new

[snake-spire]

Thank you to @izel-reblogs (hope you don’t mind the @) reminding me of my Bella!Verse.

My brain was flooded with a million Malevolent au ideas and I couldn’t stay focused on just one.

But I miss my Butch queen Bella and her genderfluid(he/she) Jane/John.

ALSO LIKE JOHN-JANE IS SO PRETTY SHE NEEDS TO HAVE ALL THE PRETTY CLOTHES.

He’s just emotional that it’s his first femme outfit.

And non-Jane/John related

[miidnighters]

@starlyht | continued from ☾

Bella was glad for the privacy of the Elfsong. After having spent several centuries in relative solitude, being in such close quarters at everyone at camp was... grating, sometimes. So she'd snuck upstairs as soon as possible, settling into her room and deciding to take advantage of that privacy.

Or so she'd thought.

The door swinging open had ripped away any semblance of a mood Bella had created, fingers ripped from inside her to grab at the sheets to pull them over herself, as if Sol'rys had not seen her naked and moaning before.

Serves her right for not locking the door.

The hesitation is uncomfortable, but the way he looks at her. He may not feel the same way she does, but he certainly desires her, and she'd be a fool not to take that offer. After a second, Bella nods - spreading her legs, somewhat still hidden by the blanket.

[1-800-fuccthisshit]

kinda wanna start posting ff ideas on here so they have more potential than what im giving them now (sitting quietly in my notes). like maybe someone will see them and make a piece of art out of it. i don’t know, imma think on it

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

[a-hell-of-a-lot-of-muses]

@cacturnefortheworse (Reiji and Harley time!)

"Harley~!" Reiji grinned as he waved the other over. At his side were Bella and Mara-chan, who were taking a break from practicing their latest routine.

"I've been wondering where you've been~!"

[goldeneyedgirl]

Is there any chance we'll get more snippets from the og babyverse fic? It's such a fun story, I feel it might be less anguish-y than the 'final' version (?) Literally, if Hybrid Babyverse has zero fans, I'm dead

Anon, I am absolutely stunned that anyone wants more of that fic - in a good way!

The original Babyverse is a hot mess - and one of the reasons there are currently six-ish variations of baby-verse as it stands. It makes things way too easy for everyone. But yes, it is far and away happier on a family level with a lot more parallels to Breaking Dawn - the Cullens accepting Alice, Alice practically moving in, the baby etc. And whilst family fluff can be fun, we don't need a retelling of BD. We can do better than that. Especially since elements of BD appear in Hybrid baby-verse, I needed to mix it up a little.

Honestly, I'm still on the fence about a lot of the timing in baby-verse and how it goes down. I'm wondering if Alice and Jasper need to have their come-to-god moment with the baby before Alice reads the riot act to the Cullens; maybe Alice isn't quite as recovered from the pregnancy when the Cullens return? So much of it depends on the main Hybrid fic, I need to put a pin in it till I've established the foundation lol.

The enthusiasm you have for this version though makes me determined to make sure we have more happy moments in the final version of baby-verse. Not all drama needs to be depressing and full of anguish.

I dug this little scene out, and I hope you enjoy it.

Peter and Charlotte were more bewildered by Ollie than enchanted, and stunned at Jasper’s handling of him. Ollie had become a noisy little guy, cooing and babbling and shrieking his opinion, and Jasper was one of his preferred audiences.

Charlotte had knelt, transfixed, as Ollie gummed his own fist, before looking up at Jasper and cooing happily, Jasper affectionately stroking his hair.

One thing I'd realised was that, in the Cullen household, the 'youngest' member was Emmett and he'd died before WW2. Not exactly a great era for father-son relationships, honestly. And there was a huge variation in how each of the Cullens had been raised, from Carlisle's Puritan origins, to Emmett's poverty-stricken family, to Jasper's deep Southern traditions. The only similarity everyone in the family seemed to have was having little-to-no relationship with their fathers and leaving most of the car to their mothers. Rosalie, who remembered her human life the best, had no recollection of her father ever hugging her or telling her that he loved her. Meanwhile, Simon left for work every morning telling Cynthia and I that he loved us. Dad and Simon had raised Cynthia to be so secure in their love of her, and had immediately brought me into the fold of a strong, secure family.

And I was determined that my baby was going to have the same thing - that Oliver would grow up knowing that both his parents adored him, especially when it would inevitably come out that he wasn't a planned child.

For the first few weeks of his life, Jasper had treated Ollie like he was an extension of me – slightly less distant than the way he treated Cynthia. He held him and changed him and went through all the motions, but he wasn’t bonding. He was holding himself back from his son, and I didn’t understand why. Jasper hadn't been raised in a wealthy, society family that outsourced familial affection to household staff; the Whitlocks' had been ranchers and the very few memories Jasper had of his human family indicated that he had worked alongside his father before the war.

It took awhile to pry out of him, but in the end, he crumbled. He was worried.

Ollie and I were still essentially human. We ate and slept and bled. As an infant, Ollie was even more fragile - Carlisle's tests indicated he was entirely human, with textbook human results across every category. He was so much more breakable, especially if Jasper was distracted for even a second.

I knew the years in the Southern Wars haunted him; but since Ollie was born, Jasper had been brooding about them. That with all that violence and all that blood on his hands, he didn’t think he was capable of being a good father. He barely thought himself capable of loving me, let alone a child he shouldn’t have been able to have. He had been given too much, and he simply didn’t deserve to have an opportunity he hadn't even wanted when there were good people - like Esme and Rosalie - who wished for nothing else.

Besides, according to him, I was doing a perfect job. I had the 'mom' thing down, and he was content to watch over us. The transition had been easier than I anticipated - mostly because Esme and Rosalie were delighted to take the night shift so I could get some sleep, I had my parents who had newborn-experience and were willing to help out at any time of the day or night. I had Simon and Carlisle on call for any medical questions I came up with. So it was easy to make it look like I was good at this when I was getting twelve hours of unbroken sleep, showering twice a day, had on-demand baby advice, thousands of dollars of luxury infant supplies, meals and snacks prepped for me upon request, and was now the proud owner of a credit card that was so exclusive that it made store staff call me 'Miss Brandon'. This was the kind of motherhood married women dreamed of; it was certainly not reality when it came to accidental teen pregnancy and it was eye-opening to discover that Jasper thought that it was just my natural ability to be a mom.

So I did what any self-respecting person would do. A quick consultation with the ladies of the house – and Carlisle – I left Ollie in Jasper, Emmett and Edward’s care one day, without warning, claiming that Cynthia needed me but was stuck at home with a cold. Carlisle, Esme and Rosalie had already taken off to Seattle for the day – some exhibition of some kind.

The look of absolute panic on the faces of the three young Cullen men was something I would cherish forever.

“You can’t leave him here!” Emmett’s voice hit a brand new pitch.

“I can’t take him home, Cynthia has a cold. His immune system isn’t up to it,” I said flatly, stepping into my shoes. “I’ll be back tonight, and his bottles are in the fridge.”

“We can call Bella,” Edward said suddenly, and I shot him a look.

“Yes, call Bella. I’m sure she’d be just as much help as Jacob Black in this situation,” I said sarcastically and looked at a stunned and silent Jasper. “You will be fine. He’s your son. You have your gift – feed him when he’s hungry, change him when he’s wet, put him to bed when he’s tired. That’s all I’ve been doing."

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Jasper managed, and I could practically feel his fear.

“It’s necessary. Rose and Esme might beat me back here, anyway,” I said, standing on my tip toes to kiss his cheek. “I have my phone. As long as no one eats the baby for lunch, everything will be fine.”

[ghostly-sunflower]

Know any spider persons that are ironically scared of spiders?? 🤖

ironically? like, for the funny? me and miles, definitely. sometimes im not sure if his is unironically, despite him not having a fear of spiders

i know bella definitely has a massive fear of spiders

[dynmghts]

there's a point where sense ends and arguments begin with them. it happens every time they sit in the same room, even when they're with others from their respective lives - sometimes the cause is driven by alcohol, sometimes spite, sometimes nothing. katsuki cannot tell you where the lines are meant to be drawn. maybe they never are, and @fightaers allows it.

there is something about deku that means he will never have the same effect that his group of friends have / he's sworn deku has tried. maybe he hasn't. but see, kirishima can enter his personal space without backlash, kaminari can sit back and casually poke fun at his personality, even sero can kick his legs into the blond's lap while ashido can hover with new gossip to share. and uraraka, she has been the closest to him since high school, in a sense ; they stayed on good terms even after their amicable break. they spar, they team up as heroes, and if anyone can still earn a genuine smile out of the otherwise scowling bakugou, it was her.

but deku has never been afforded the chance. every act he attempts feels like he is trying to undermine katsuki, and katsuki - stubborn - shuts it down.

and alongside that, some would point out that katsuki still contacts deku at the end of the day, pursuing this twisted bond just enough to maintain it / some may even say it's sadistic of him to string deku along. that maybe he should finally cut ties. [ a few of his friends have already voiced their concern, but each time, he shoots down the topic or changes it entirely. ] it's not like he doesn't know they're right, because they are, this has become more of a hindrance than a benefit - if you could ever consider their reconnection beneficial. but whatever discontent he carries for deku, overwhelmed by this innate need to prove his superiority over him, it is quietly backed by one thing :

deku isn't the only one that keeps coming back to it.

maybe that's why katsuki had brought the argument to his genkan, determined to get under deku's skin and dig into festering wounds. maybe that's why he snarls out something - he cannot recall what it is now - with the intention of making it hurt, and maybe that's why he endures the shock of crashing lips onto his.

there is no other way to say it : katsuki hates deku. he needs to hate him for some sickening reason that he keeps drinking from, because he cannot resist the way it makes him feel. he hates and hates and hates, and he feasts vehemently on the other's reactions like a starved animal, but - well. he did not expect that deku would do any more than walk out that door and come crawling back the next day, like he's done every other time. he did not expect to watch this paramedic, who has more strength than his 14-year-old counterpart ever did, turn on his heel and seize him by the collar and pull him in.

were deku to remain quiet and leave without another word, maybe katsuki would have done nothing. maybe he would stay in shock. maybe he would even wander back into his apartment, bewildered, to the point that he can't react with anger until the next day.

but why would it ever be that simple with them ?

the moment deku opens his mouth - so kacchan can be quiet - katsuki feels the choking anger rise from the pits of his stomach. his hands spark and pop. before deku gets a chance, katsuki swings a right hook directly at his face, every muscle and sinew arguing against his tension as he does. and, perhaps knowing that deku may not gather himself if he's fast enough, katsuki lunges forward to seize the fabric of his shirt ... [ with his hand still setting off explosions, small, but enough to leave a smouldering impression behind. ] ... to shove him into the nearest wall of his genkan.

his glare, blazing with unbridled fury, is unwavering. his snarl remains tense and canines purposefully bared, though his lips are swollen from the unwelcome kiss. he applies more pressure against deku as he leans in. ❛ you don't get to fucking speak to me that way, deku. ❜

the memory lingers. the taste lingers. he feels sick, as though this time he was drinking the same thing as before, but now he was choking on its taste ... all because deku made him taste it. he wants to spit it back out. [ the last person he kissed was some girl he was set up with. he didn't love her either. but it didn't instil the same sort of reaction / the disgust, the hatred for its taste, its feeling, the way his lips sting from the moment ... ]

❛ i should break your fucking nose, ❜ comes the threat. he nearly did. he wishes he did - but he knows his reputation hangs in the balance, and something like that would be too obvious. ❛ be fucking glad i didn't, and don't you ever fucking kiss me again. ❜ / continued from here.

[sergeantpixie]

"all your ribs are still your own" sounds interesting!

Thank you, dear anon!

Titled after Ribs by The Crane Wives, It is deanlena, and it's my little self-indulgent "Save Jessica Moore" fic!

Jess goes to NOLA to visit her cousin who's friends with Elena. She is attacked by a demon there and rescued by Elena. The demon reveals Sam's connection to the incident, and Elena clarifies a few things about the supernatural world. Elena and Dean kind of have a FWB thing going on, since NOLA is monster-central. Jess makes the decision to stay in NOLA and break up with Sam. After Sam's friend dies of demonic possession, he goes back to hunting. 5 years later they all meet again in the NOLA airport.

excerpt:

Elena stares into the skull's hollow eye sockets and Dean realizes uneasily that she is face-to-skull with an exact copy of her own cranium. A chill runs up his spine as he contemplates the horror of this moment. Beneath the skin, bone, and sinew of the beautiful woman in front of him sits the very same skull she holds in her hands. "What are you going to do with her?" he asks. "She could've been me," she answers. "I don't know where to find her family anymore, but I'm her family, too. So, I'll take her home. I'll bury her with my family."

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