#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 ☾

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.

[goldeneyedgirl]

Ficmas24 NYE: Infidelityverse

Happy New Year, everyone!

This one was requested by my beloved beautlilies, and I am powerless to resist her whims.

This universe is getting a massive overhaul in the rewrite. Pondering it for a hot minute, I really want to explore Jasper's 'addiction' to emotions, his fucked up relationship with Maria, Alice's absolute disconnect from humanity, how hard she's worked to build the Cullen version of herself from a blank slate, and who she is when that's not something that makes her happy anymore, Bella's fascination and fixation on becoming a vampire, and the absolutely messy dynamic of the Cullen family and their stunted, unchanging roles in the family hierarchy. I don't want there to be a singular 'villain'; just a lot of flawed people making choices that result in consequences. And as it stands right now, it's very flat and not quite as complex as I want it to be. So hopefully I can sit down and smash out the new version of the first chapter sometime soon.

This particular section kind of blends both versions, but it takes on the new timeline - this second takes place about 3 years after Twilight; Bella is still human and attending college with Edward.

I hope you enjoy it - I also thought it was unfair that the second half of STL AU was today's post when it was never intended to be split into two posts, so that will be up in the next few days.

Happy New Year, and I hope 2025 is beautiful for you - manifesting health, happiness, wealth, and just really delicious snack.

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It’s a while before she sees any of them again in person. She’s doing fine on her own. (They all forget that part of her, that she was alone for twenty years. She was reborn alone, and it has clung to her ever since. Maybe that’s why she was such a shit wife.)

Rosalie reaches out, asking to meet them in Prague, and Alice appreciates that Rose isn’t trying to track her down, burst in her front door like finding her is the key to putting everything back together again. The idea of any of them being in her little house feels kind of threatening; it’s really the first time she’s had her own household.

Before she met Jasper, there were boarding houses or empty houses that she broke into for a day or two. The beach houses and real estate she’d owned with Jasper were still considered part of the family’s portfolio, still watched over by Esme who did all of the maintenance and restoration. This is the first time she’s ever had to manage on her own, and she doesn’t want them to look around and judge it. To see how she’s not as good as Esme at making it a home, that she’s forgotten some obvious detail of playing house as a human.

(Esme would make a lot of comments about decorating, because it’s still very… utilitarian. Most of the props she bought for the kitchen are still in their packages, crammed into the hallway closet. But there’s something very grounding about being a ghost in this house.)

She writes back to Rose that she would like to see her and Emmett, and then she packs for Prague - mostly the clothing she thinks of as her armor because she bought it and wears it exclusively for seeing her family. It’s all timeless styles because she doesn’t have the energy to maintain the wardrobe she used to.

(Apparently a broken heart sucks all the joy out of those things she used to love. But she’s started designing again, started drawing up patterns, so maybe this is just a new era.)

It’s before dawn when she leaves, but there aren’t any neighbours to spy or gossip. She’s the only property on this road. It’s a village that’s slowly disappearing, as the residents die off. She’s treated with indifference, as a foreigner in a town full of people who have known each other for the best part of a century.

//

Rose and Emmett find her in Prague, sitting at a coffee shop with tea in front of her, and Rosalie is genuinely pleased to see her sister again. Alice is a contradiction in every single way Rose can think of; somehow the most steady and consistent of them all whilst being a whirlwind of possibility. Emmett once compared cornering Alice to herding cats, but Rosalie has always privately thought it would be more like catching a hummingbird blindfolded.

But this is not that version of Alice. Emmett has always said that the worst thing was that day she sat down on the couch next to him, rigid and blank. That he never knew how much energy and effort she put into being Alice until it wasn’t worth it to her anymore.

“I guess we should be grateful she didn’t wasn't mad enough to become a supervillain or join the Volturi or something.” Emmett had carelessly said that in the family meeting after she left for France, and it had started an argument big enough to go down in the family’s history.

But Rosalie never forgot it because Emmett was right. If Alice had ever had a taste for doling out consequences and vengeance, she could have brought hell down around them. Hell, Rosalie would probably have encouraged her.

Perhaps this was better though; this calm but guarded monolith of a woman - Rosalie had spoken to Jasper when he returned with the financial records from France, and Alice’s appearance and behaviour had shaken some modicum of realization into him, that this wasn't going to be like every single other time. Rose hadn’t been particularly sympathetic, and pointed out that it had taken Alice sixty years to grow a spine and walk away.

Jasper hadn’t spoken to her for two weeks. Something about Alice now had cut Jasper to the bone, and maybe that was more satisfying than burning everything to the ground.

Alice looks well, her eyes a toffee shade, and her outfit is perfectly on point for the early winter’s day, in shades of black and grey - it just doesn’t look like something she would have worn back in Forks. Rose’s lilac winter coat looks almost childish against Alice’s outfit.

She’s missed her sister.

“Rose!” The smile on Alice’s face is genuine, and she rises to hug her, and then Emmett.

//

Alice is clearly not happy to be blindsided by Jasper and Carlisle’s arrival on the third day, but they move past it. They fill their days together with museums and shopping, Emmett doing a lot of the heavy lifting to fill in silences - especially when Esme pushes a little too hard.

When Carlisle and Jasper do arrive, there is no displeasure expressed, none of the dramatics Rosalie herself would have indulged in. Alice greets them both sweetly; no hugs, but with a quasi warmth in her voice. As the day progresses, not once does Alice make a pointed comment, a little jab in Jasper’s direction, an underhanded joke at her husband’s (oh, Rose has to stop thinking of them like that) behaviour. But this version of Alice, it’s impossible to guess what she’s thinking as they make their way through galleries and museums. There are no lingering looks, no longing gazes, and by the end of the day Rosalie has decided that her sister is behaving like a fucking airline hostess without even a glimmer of independent thought.

(Jasper behaves too, it must be said. He’s very polite, maintains all of Alice’s boundaries in their conversations, and doesn’t even try to touch her. Rose wonders if that’s one of the reasons Alice is dressed in layer upon layer of winter clothing; so that if Jasper reaches out, he still won't be able to hold her.)

It’s not until after the orchestral performance that it all goes to shit because Carlisle really cannot help but champion Edward at every possible moment, as if the harmony they’ve achieved this visit is the foundation for a return to the status quo and not the new world that frankly Rosalie and Esme have worked fucking hard to get to with Alice. But then Carlisle hasn’t been the one gently luring Alice back into contact with cautious emails and texts.

“I understand that this will be controversial,” Carlisle says, as they sit on the balcony of the penthouse Esme has optimistically purchased. It does need a lot of work, and it’s a nice project, but if Alice lives anywhere nearby, she’ll relocate now. “But Bella gave me this to pass along to you.”

Alice’s face goes blank as Carlisle slides the envelope across the table and for a split-second, so quick that Rosalie thinks she might have imagined it, she sees the hurt on Alice’s face at the sudden comprehension that this visit has been hijacked into an attempt at reconciliation.

Rosalie doesn’t even need to look at Jasper; she can feel the anger rolling off him like heat.

“You can return it to her.” Alice’s voice is firm as she slides the letter back towards Carlisle.

“Alice, I understand your anger and I support you making your own way, but both Edward and Bella miss you terribly. We all do. It’s not the same without you around,” Carlisle says earnestly, and Rosalie is fascinated by the reactions of the family - Jasper’s glaring at Carlisle with a look that could kill; Emmett looks dejected at the inevitable blow-up of their visit; Esme is staring at the table top looking upset. “Bella wants to make amends; I know she hopes you’ll be at the wedding in the summer. I promised Bella I would see that you received the letter.”

Alice nods, but her face is guarded as she stares at the letter before picking it up; Jasper flinches like he’s going to take it from her but steadies himself when she looks over.

No one is surprised when the evening ends shortly afterwards; Carlisle is visibly disappointed that Alice doesn’t open the letter in front of them, and the ease of her departure, claiming a red-eye flight back to wherever she’s been holed up (knowing Alice, there will be three separate flights under two different identities so that they can’t find her. There’s always been that streak of paranoia in her sister, one that Carlisle and Jasper both blamed on her nomadic years alone and Rosalie secretly blamed on how many people had let Alice down.)

Rosalie is the only one not surprised when, as Alice walks towards the door with her suitcase in tow, she pauses to rip the envelope in half and then quarters before tossing it in the garbage.

They all stand in silence as the door closes behind her, and Esme whirls around on Carlisle instantly, looking furious.

“She would already know what it said.” Jasper stops the argument in its tracks and Rosalie is grateful; there’s something about watching Esme and Carlisle argue that makes the world feel like it’s off its axis. “She probably saw Bella write it.”

// The invitation feels like an obscenity in front of her. It’s also tacky as fuck. Edward Mason Cullen & Isabella Marie Swan invite you to celebrate their marriage…

She was still invited to their fucking wedding after she binned Bella’s letter. Edward had left a voice mail after that, and it was one of those times she wanted to strangle her brother, to get him to understand that sometimes apologies weren’t enough. Sometimes the damage was too great to rebuild. He’d told her how disappointed he was that she hadn’t accepted Bella’s olive branch.

(Maybe she’d dashed off a text, asking Edward if he’d read the stupid fucking letter. If he knew that Bella’s jumbled thoughts boiled down to her trying to find any way possible to achieve eternal life - or restless death - and stay at Edward’s side forever no matter what the collateral damage was. We can fix this, Bella had written earnestly, as if Alice were equally responsible for the wreckage Bella wrought. Edward had just asked her to consider responding, and she’d blocked him for a week in response.)

When she holds the invitation up, she lets the visions slip into place.

If she accepts, a blue dress so dark its nearly black. More revealing that she would have thought, but with thin straps elaborately criss-crossed across her back, like a net. Charlie Swan is surprised and pleased to see her, and makes some awkward comments that Bella had said they’d fallen out before Alice left. Renee appears, introducing herself and urging Alice to go upstairs and greet Bella, that Bella will be overjoyed Alice chose to attend.

There is a look of confusion and concern when Alice’s ice cold response, “I’ll see the bride after the ceremony,” finds its target. Perhaps she pointedly sits on the groom’s side in the far corner, as far away from Bella’s side as possible.

After the ceremony, photographs. She excuses herself after two - one with the Swans and Cullens, and one with just the Cullens. She pretends not to hear the photographer suggest one of all the women together and stalks off to the reception. Carmen and Eleazer greet her, they speak. She finds a table in a dark corner, and watches proceedings from there. A few Forks High students find her, clearly looking for gossip, and she offers them just enough for Jessica and Angela to side-eye Bella and Jasper for the rest of the night. Petty but satisfying.

Jasper finds her just before the cake cutting, and takes a seat opposite her. And then it blurs and they’re in the woods together, pressed against a tree as he fumbles for his belt and gathers up the skirt of her dress and that jolts her right out of the vision, tossing the invitation onto the table and stalking into the living room, irritation practically rolling off her.

It’s not set in stone - nothing is - but she feels oddly sick that the wedding is going to make her so bitter, so angry, so raw. She’s not sure if what she’s found is peace or apathy, but it’s so much easier than how she was before that giving it up feels like she’s betraying herself and every single moment of the last four years.

[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.

@lovelylivelyv @black-ak9 @hotelt-resurrection @ssleeping-in-a-coffin @serial-serializednovelreader @deathfangirl9 @wingingfromthezing @gothicthundra @midnightcaptions @kittyball23 @heartsong1994 @flowery-laser-blasts @sweet-or-sarcastic @sharperthewriter

[ginwhitlock]

-  Corinthians 15:55

[turningbloodypages]

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[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

[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.

[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 ☾

It was one of the rare times Bella was not paying attention to Sol'rys as he spoke - utterly enchanted by the Myconids and the way they danced. Each time they came past one, she would stop and grin, and someone often had to shuffle her along. And now Sovereign Spaw was singing for them and bestowing a gift upon them.

It wasn't until her senses began to sharpen further, and Bella lifted hands to rub at her sensitive ears, that she looked back at Sol'rys. He seemed more relaxed than she might have thought, and Bella leans into his side, wanting to take advantage of the brief reprieve from the constant anxiety.

"Aren't they darling?" In truth, Bella hadn't even really known such creatures existed. Everything she knew about the Underdark tended towards warning or threat. "Maybe I'll come back and live here once all this is over."

[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.”

[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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[eulchu]

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[stcrmhund]

title grates his ears, the accusation embedded in the polite words knocking a clever quip right out of his mouth, leaving him silent, watching her with an awkwardness that he never experienced before. she was his, as much as he was hers. the mark she left on him was indelible, not withered by distance or time; perhaps asleep from years of war and fighting, but from the moment he stepped foot on westeros’s shore, it blossomed back to life, a gaping wound at his hand, where the ghost imprint of her small fingers used to press against, begging to be covered.

it was... not what he imagined. fanciful imagination, sharpened under the stars when hope stretched thin, set a clear view for their reunion: he’d catch her by surprise, sneaking up on her on the woods they used to roam, he would cover her eyes with his hand and ask if she still watched the harbour during the summer for his ship, and when she gasped in recognition, he’d grab her waist and spin her around until they were both sick and aching with laughter.

❛⠀⠀everything i told you was the truth, especially the lies. ⠀ ⠀ ❜ ⠀ ⠀

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[astral-multiverse]

Brandon and Bella: Scott Pilgrim verses now available

//Not only was this another chance to try drawing in the art style, I also just added a Scott Pilgrim verse for the Astrals that you can read about more on their AU Page. In short, they're both Americans that moved to Canada after graduating from college. Brandon having a degree in mechanics to open up a freelance repair service, riding around on his own motorcycle. And Bella's degree is in professional photography, which she uses to land a job as a celebrity photographer. As usual, feel free to request this verse like any other if you're interested