#Edward is the icy snow

[kwop-kilawtley]

BELLA SWAN IS A FLOWER AND JACOB BLACK IS THE SUN. IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

[luckykiwiii101]

“I Look Forward To Never Seeing You Again.”

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

P.S. Most important post ever! Lots of content, has to be read thoroughly and carefully to ensure full understanding!!! No skimming allowed here!!

ィ⠀TABLE OF CONTENTS⠀࿐

1. UNDERSTANDING THE LAW

2. IDENTIFYING ALL STRUGGLES/FEARS

3. GETTING RID OF ALL STRUGGLES/FEARS

4. HAVING A CLEAR DESIRE

5. ASSUMING & FEELING

6. PERSISTENCE

Hey Upper East Siders.

Now that halloween is over, it’s not long till the spooky chill of October turns into the icy chill of November. Hot cup of chocolate in one hand, and your dream life in the other.

Once upon a December ago, the only thing you held in both hands was incompetence and procrastination. Notice how I didn’t mention failure? Well that’s because, you can’t fail with a correct procedure. And the only thing that should be falling next season, is snow, not you.

And to the old state? Oh how we never look forward to seeing her again. Because after reading this post, you will break free from all your limitations and fulfill your every desire.

Are you ready to say goodbye to the old state? For good this time, that is. Because you’re not going another year without your dream life, not on my watch. And not on your watch either.

ィ⠀UNDERSTANDING THE LAW⠀࿐

As we all know, understanding the law of assumption is the most important thing ever. There are two very, and I mean VERY important concepts of the law that you need to understand. Here they are -> CREATION IS FINISHED!!!

-> Read this post by Edward Art and read it thoroughly!

-> CLICK HERE TO READ

-> KEY QUOTES: “Creation is finished.”

“In order for us to desire, there must be fulfilment of that desire.” -> This means you cannot have a desire, without a version of you that already has it existing. So whatever you are desiring right now, there is a version of you that has it. What I mean by “there’s a version of you that already has it”, means that there is a version of you that has it in the 4D. Your inner self has it. You just have to become aware of that version ( BECOME that version in imagination and fully identify with that version).

“These are versions of YOURSELF. THEY ARE YOURS.” -> Without this understanding, people think that they cannot achieve their desires because it’s “too far away” and out of reach. How can something be out of reach when you already have it when creation is finished? There is nothing external when it comes to the law of assumption. Everything is within you. Your dream life comes from you. There is no magical force outside of you that gives you what you want. Is your awareness far away from you? Is your awareness out of reach? No, and neither are your desires, because they are you. Change what you are aware of.

Now onto the MOST important understanding!

-> INNER SELF IS YOUR REAL SELF!!!

-> Read this post by Edward Art and read it thoroughly!!!

-> CLICK HERE TO READ

KEY QUOTES: “IDENTIFY yourself FULLY with the INNER MAN.” -> When you do not fully identify yourself with the inner self, you start to identify with the outer self. And the outer self holds nothing but doubt, fear and struggle. But when you fully identify with your inner self, I promise you, those doubts, fears and struggles no longer exist.

“The outer man sees nothing but limitations.” -> You know that when you start to feel fear & doubt, that you are identifying with the outer man. Limitations don’t exist within your inner self. You need to understand that your inner self = consciousness. When you are changing what you are aware of, you are changing what you are conscious of. Your consciousness has NO limitations, because you are God/Creator of your reality. All your limitations come from the outer self, and when you no longer identify with your outer self, all those limitations no longer exist, and you will no longer feel them. And that is a promise.

NOTE: Your inner self is truly your real self. Because the outer self reflects the inner self. The one within is who creates! The 4D reality is the real reality because the 3D cannot exist without it!!! The 3D is FULLY dependent on the 4D! Not the other way around. To understand this concept further, CLICK HERE

ィ⠀IDENTIFYING ALL STRUGGLES/FEARS⠀࿐

✩ Being and Having becomes difficult when you have underlying doubts, fears and struggles. You may be stopping yourself from fully identifying with the Inner self without even realising.

✩ Right now, and yes I mean right now, open up your notes app, or get a paper and pen, and ask yourself :

“What do I struggle with when manifesting?”

“What are my fears and doubts when manifesting?”

✩ Really take the time to think about what you struggle with and write down your answers. Be completely honest with yourself, no sugarcoating.

ィ⠀GETTING RID OF ALL STRUGGLES/FEARS⠀࿐

-> Now that you’ve identified all your struggles & fears, I want you to think about where those doubts, fears etc are coming from.

-> I promise you one thing, there is only one simple answer to this question. The answer is “Identification with the OUTER self.”

-> ALL and I mean it, ALL of your doubts & fears come from the outer self. The one who is currently experiencing the 3D. No matter what your doubts and fears are, they come from the outer self. Remember the previous quote, “The outer man sees nothing but limitations.”

-> ALL your struggles will disappear when you identify with the Inner self. Your inner self is limitless and it’s all you need to manifest your dream life.

-> You do not need to do subconscious training and meditations etc to get rid of your struggles and fears and doubts, all you need is yourself. Nothing external will help you. You NEED to understand that the ONLY way to get rid of your struggles is to STOP identifying with the 3D (your outer world & self), and to FULLY identify with the 4D (your inner world & self).

-> NOTE: Unidentifying with the 3D doesn’t mean to ignore the 3D. You are still experiencing the 3D in your day to day life, you simply cannot ignore it. All you can do is just not identify with it. How do you do this? When you experience the 3D, you do not assume that your 3D self is the real you, because your inner self is the real you! You view the 3D as nothing but an illusion based on past assumptions.

-> Now you may be thinking, “So how do I identify with the inner self.” We will come to that later in this post. I will take you through creating and maintaining assumptions and fully identifying with your Inner self and completely un-identifying with the outer self.

ィ⠀HAVING A CLEAR DESIRE⠀࿐

✩ It’s important to know what you want to manifest. That’s what we call desire. It all starts with desire. Make sure you know what you want to give to your inner self. Know who you want to become.

✩ You also need to know how you are going to go about giving your inner self this desire and fully identifying with it.

✩ Right now, make a list of what you are going to manifest (give to your inner self). Know what you truly, deeply want and promise to stick to it.

ィ⠀ASSUMING & FEELING⠀࿐

✩ Now this is the part where people get confused. If you don’t know already, FEELING is the secret. FEELING is what manifests. Your 3D conforms when the feeling (having your desires) is natural to you.

-> CLICK HERE to read my post about feeling and what the “feeling” is. This is a slightly simplified version of Edward Art’s post. If you want further understanding (which you need), to read Edward’s post CLICK HERE

-> Now that you know what the feeling is, you need to know how to practise it. How to use your senses to imagine and accept. Luckily for you, here is the perfect explanation of how you should be imagining. -> CLICK HERE

-> SUMMARY of what your imagining “process” should look like :

-> STEP 1: Remembering that your only goal is to become who you want to be in IMAGINATION only!!

-> STEP 2: Give yourself whatever you want in imagination through the use of any methods that you prefer. Experience having it in imagination with the knowledge that the inner self in the real self. You cannot deny being when you experienced it.

✩ NOTE: -> Make sure that you know which methods fulfill you. If affirming does not feel natural to you, then choose another method of imagining etc visualising may feel more natural to you. Keep in mind that if you are someone who visualises but has to look at a picture to visualise properly, do not rely on anything external like a picture. Because you do not always have access to a picture of what you want to experience in imagination. Yes, you can visualise when looking at pictures, videos etc, but when you do not have access to those pics and vids, make sure that you use other senses rather than trying to visualise something you want and failing then feeling unfulfilled because the vision didn’t turn out how you wanted it to sue to intrusive thoughts etc. In other words, do what truly fulfills you! It doesn’t matter what method you use as long as you allow the feeling of the wish fulfilled and focus completely on that feeling.

✩ NOTE 2: When visualising, start by feeling fulfilled through deciding etc or any other method, then start to visualise with the feeling because that feeling generates scenes, vaunts, affs FOR you and it is SO much more natural.

-> STEP 3: Allowing the feeling of the wish fulfilled when you are experiencing having your desires in imagination. Fully focusing on the FEELING having your desires as your inner self in imagination gives you! You know for a fact that you aren’t waiting for anything and that you have your desires without a doubt in imagination.

-> STEP 4: FULLY identifying with your INNER self and completely disregarding your 3D self. This is what true persistence is. Continuing to identify with your inner self regardless of what feelings and thoughts the outer self tries to impose on you.

ィ⠀PERSISTENCE⠀࿐

✩ Now for the final part. Persistence. Without persistence, you aren’t being who you want to be.

PERSISTING = Completely identifying with the inner self regardless of what feelings and thoughts the outer self tries to impose on you.

-> When you are persisting you have to fully become and maintain your identification with the inner self and the inner self only.

-> Read this post by Edward Art on identifying with the inner self -> CLICK HERE

-> You have to completely immerse yourself in the inner self because that is the real you! This is what true persistence is because identifying with the inner self means to no longer doubt, fear or struggle.

-> Now for the last part of persisting, you have to stay CONSISTENT!!!

ィ⠀COMMIT TO CHANGING SELF⠀࿐

You have to completely commit to your new story. No half arsing it. The inner you (4D) is your new dwelling state. NO more dwelling in the 3D.

STEP ONE: Decide what you want

STEP TWO: Imagine & Feel -> When dwelling in the feeling of the wish fulfilled, when you are done imagining, tell yourself “I know for a fact that I have my desires right now in imagination and that the inner me is the real me.” -> If you do not believe this with 100% certainty, you cannot move on with whatever you are doing. GO BACK TO IMAGINATION AND CORRECT THAT FEELING SO THAT YOU FEEL WITH 100% CERTAINTY THAT YOU HAVE WHATEVER YOU WANT IN IMAGINATION BECAUSE THE INNER YOU HAS IT!!! YOU DO NOT VIEW IT AS A DESIRE BECAUSE YOU ARE 100% FULFILLED!!!

-> Read my post on how to imagine correctly (CLICK HERE)

-> Read Edward Art’s post on imagining for an example (CLICK HERE!)

STEP THREE: Persist! If you do not imagine and feel with 100% certainty that you have your “desires” in imagination, then you cannot consider yourself to be persisting. You can’t just half be in the state. You have to fully be in the state of the wish fulfilled. And the only way to do that is by fully identifying with your inner self.

-> You are not focusing on the confirmation of the 3D. That worry comes from the outer self. KEEP GOING BACK TO IMAGINATION NO MATTER WHAT!!!

-> You are going to do this EVERY.SINGLE.TIME your “desires” come to mind. No excuses. There is nothing to change but self. Imagine whatever you want and identify with it.

Wondering what to “do” when experiencing 3D circumstances?

-> You are NOT supposed to be “ignoring” the 3D. How can you ignore something that is right in-front of you. You have to view the 3D as nothing but an illusion based on past assumptions!!! This is how you unidentify with the 3D! It has nothing to do with you because it is nothing but an ILLUSION based on PAST assumptions!!!

-> If you “fall” out of the state, it’s okay don’t curse at yourself. Just go back to imagination and feeling. Also if you find yourself naturally thinking from your old assumptions, just go back to imagination and feeling. Nothing can “ruin” or “stop” your manifestations because you already have it!!!

-> No matter what, keep going back to imagination and feeling! No matter what you feel, go back to imagination and feeling! No matter how difficult the 3D is, go back to imagination and feeling! The 3D has nothing to do with you once you stop identifying with it!

-> If 3D circumstances get too much for you, go back to imagination. The answer to everything is, just simply go back to imagination. Seek proof in imagination. It is your safe place. Make it your safe place by evicting the outer world from your inner world. Create a beautiful world for yourself in there. You always have access to imagination. You always have access to the feeling.

-> There are no excuses to not persist, especially after reading this post!

P.S. Make sure you’ve read every post i’ve linked throughout this post! They are extremely important!!

-> People with the success stories are the ones who have fully identified with the inner self. -> @loasuccessarchive

-> Read my favourite success story quotes (CLICK HERE)

You have no excuses. Go give yourself your dream life. December’s coming. And Santa’s not going to drop your dream life down your chimney. Give yourself a holly jolly Christmas, and a dream life to feel thankful for on thanksgiving. You know you love me. XOXO

- gossip girl

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Rest Had Seemed The Sweetest Thing.

Bucky's slowly learning that love isn't a finite resource. aka, Bucky's first Christmas.

pairing - bucky barnes x female reader

warnings - none!! just tooth rottingly sweet fluff <3

word count - 1.7k

author's note - based on these two requests!! i'm also trying a new post format... what do we think?? I promised you i'd get a couple of xmas fics out before the 25th... I lied. apologies!! forgive me. title taken from the poem The Owl by Edward Thomas.

as always, if you enjoyed, please reblog!! reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics. thanks, angels <3

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He whispers the words, timid and reserved, directly into your ear as if he's worried someone else will hear. It's only the two of you sat on the couch in your shared apartment, but Bucky's nervous.

Your head whips around in shock, trying to play it cool. Failed.

"Are you... are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

You grin, big and blinding, the beams of it radiating into Bucky's bones. It settles into his muscles, eases the tension from his shoulders.

You try not to make a big deal of it, try to keep your excitement under wraps. But you've been waiting for him to say those words for almost six years.

"I want to do Christmas this year."

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He hates the cold.

No, he's traumatised by the cold.

Years spent frozen, genetically modified and locked in a glorified freezer. Every gust of wind, every flake of snow reminds him of the darkest days with no light to be seen. His blood may run hot, but he feels like his heart is yet to thaw. He debates moving to the desert at least ten times a day.

Then he looks at you. How happy you are when winter comes around. The way your face lights up when it snows. And he figures that if it brings you this much joy... maybe he can tolerate it.

He bites back the chill, grits his teeth at the icy breeze, ignores the shudder of the cold all the way down to his bones. He grins and bears it, because you love it. He thinks you don't notice.

You do.

You've known ever since you met him. His demeanour changes when the winter comes around. He gets a little tentative around the autumn time, as if he's preparing himself for the worst. And then the first snow falls, and he's different. Guarded. Careful. Reluctant. He puts a fake smile on his face and pretends, but you're nothing if not completely in tune with everything Bucky Barnes.

You never asked, never pried. Just stood steadily by his side, regardless of the walls he'd placed around himself. Around his heart.

He broke down one night, wrapped up in bed with you. A chill had blown through your old apartments rickety windows and unearthed old memories, ice running into his veins. He was sure his tears were frozen as they dripped down his face.

You understood him better, since that day.

You've tried to suggest moving in subtle and not so subtle ways, but he won't have it. He knows this is your home. He knows you like it here. He knows he can stay, if he works a little harder on himself.

So, he tries. Every single day, he tries. And that's all that matters.

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"Okay, so... ground rules. Hit me, Buck. We do this on your terms."

He thinks for a moment before turning to face you.

"I want it to be just us. No one else."

"Done."

"And I don't wanna do the whole Christmas dinner thing. Feels like too much all at once."

You fight the urge to burst into tears at how easily he's communicating with you, how effortlessly he's enforcing his boundaries. You've come a long way.

"Done. Agreed, by the way. Fuck Christmas dinner. We'll do our own thing."

He grins at you, leaning in to kiss you slowly, tenderly, leisurely. Like you have all the time in the world.

"I want to get a tree. And lights. We don't have to do all the ornaments and stuff, but lights would be nice."

"I have an artificial tree in the back of the storage closet... is that okay?"

"Perfect. I don't want to stand on all the pine needles, anyway."

Laughing, you shift closer to him, tangling your legs together on the couch.

"And no gifts for me."

"But Buck-"

"Angel. I don't want anything. I have everything I need sat next to me."

You roll your eyes, but you can't wipe the smile off your face.

"This isn't fair, suddenly."

"It's plenty fair. You stress too much when you buy gifts, and this is going to be a stress free Christmas. Understood?"

He hooks his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Understood," you whisper, swinging your knee over so you're straddling him. "Stress free."

Bucky tilts his head up to kiss you, gentle at first, then firmer when you roll your hips into his. He's a little distracted, admittedly. He got you to promise not to get him anything, but made sure you wouldn't ask the same. His mind runs a mile a minute, trying to wrack his brain on what kind of gift to get for the love of his life, the person that saved him and continues to save him every single day.

He comes up empty, but lets you kiss the thoughts away for a little while.

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"My mom taught me this specific way to hang lights on your tree. Look, grab this end and I'll show you."

You're both still in your pyjamas, fire roaring, a jazzy Christmas melody playing from the radio. You decided you wouldn't put up your tree until the day before, to save Bucky from feeling overwhelmed. It's worked, so far - he looks plenty relaxed as he chuckles and rises from the armchair.

"You're tall, so hold this above your head so they don't tangle."

You work diligently, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you concentrate. Bucky's happy to watch you, fighting the smile off his face every time you sigh in exasperation. Eventually, you step back and admire your masterpiece, satisfied and content.

"It's beautiful, baby," he whispers, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

He presses a kiss into your neck, then another, then another. Your eyes slip closed, and you sink into his embrace, feeling more at peace than you ever thought possible. You spend the evening by the fire, lying on the rug, room illuminated by the lights on the tree.

It's perfect in every way.

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"Merry Christmas, angel."

"Merry Christmas, Buck."

His hand finds yours under the duvet, pulling you in close. You tangle yourself around him like lights on a tree, all encompassed by his warmth.

"What's the plan for today, Sergeant?"

He presses a kiss into your temple, propping himself up on his elbow so he can see you properly.

"I say we make some breakfast, spend all day on the couch, and then maybe make some dinner? I know we said we wouldn't do a traditional Christmas dinner, but it'd still be nice to take the time to cook something."

"That sounds perfect."

In the kitchen, you make pancakes with copious amounts of maple syrup, strawberries and pieces of banana strewn across your plates.

"My Mom made us pancakes every Christmas morning, you know."

"You've never told me that."

"I know. I kind of refrained from ever talking about anything festive, because I didn't want you to feel guilty."

"For making you miss out for so many years?"

"I haven't missed out, baby. I chose not to do Christmas because I love you. And that love takes precedent over everything else."

Bucky kisses you then, across the kitchen table, full and golden and so full of love you almost fall off your chair. He tastes like blueberry jam and syrup and coffee, and you wish you could bottle it up and stick a little under your tongue when you get homesick.

"What changed?"

"Hmm?"

"Why now? I would have been content to never do Christmas again, if it made you happy."

"Because I realised something, a couple of months ago. We were sat in the park, and you were laughing at that dog chasing the boomerang. The sun was making you glow, like some sort of angel, and I just knew. I can do anything with you by my side. I can't put my future on hold because of my past."

You're fighting back tears as you look at him, so happy and content. You never thought this was possible, when you first met him.

And here you are.

Celebrating Christmas, showing him your childhood traditions, making pancakes like your Mama used to. You're sat at the kitchen table as the snow falls outside and the warmth that Bucky's love brings is keeping the chill at bay.

It doesn't get better than this.

"I got you something," he murmurs almost sheepishly.

"Bucky-"

"Don't yell at me! I know it makes me a hypocrite, I know I said no gifts, I know."

You roll your eyes, but watch his every move as he gets up and leaves the room. You finish your breakfast and put both of your plates in the sink, turning on the tap so they can soak. When you turn around, Bucky has returned.

He's on one knee.

There's a ring between his fingers, glinting in the winter sun. You're both still in your pyjamas, warm and full, not quite having shaken off the heavy embrace of sleep just yet.

It's perfect.

"Maybe it's cliche to propose on Christmas day, but... I want to replace all of my old memories with new ones. Memories like this."

You walk over to him, kneeling down in front of him so your eyes are level.

"You've taught me what love is, baby. And I can never repay you for that. But I can certainly try. Every day, I can try."

There are tears dripping down both of your cheeks, Bucky's grin matching yours. The two of you are overwhelmed in the best way, unsure of how to process the gravity of what you're feeling.

"Marry me, baby. Let's do this forever."

You lunge forward and smash your lips to his, laughing into his mouth.

"Yes," you breathe when you pull away. "God, yes. A million times yes, Buck."

His arms wrap around your middle as he picks you up, twirling you in circles around the kitchen, both of you shrieking with joy.

Bucky slips the ring onto your finger when he puts you down, both of you tilting your heads to admire it.

"I love you," you murmur, leaning up to press your foreheads together. "The cold can't touch you now, baby. This love will warm us forever."

The cold can't touch him now. Love will warm him forever.

@lizzystuffsthings <3

[twilight-saga-headcanons]

Twilight Saga Headcanons - What They Smell Like

Requested by: no one

oOo

The Cullens:

Carlisle takes great pride in his grooming, but tends to go for scentless soaps because some of his patients have allergies. Always somehow smells a little like disinfectant when he gets home after work. He somehow smells very ancient, like incense and a scent you might discover walking through an extremely old and dusty church.

Everything about Esme smells delicate. Her favorite scents as a human were floral and light, like lavender and rosewater. Definitely has an aroma of perfume that trails after her, though she doesn't wear any.

The only way to really describe Edward's scent is clean. Icy cedar, fresh snow, and oranges. It's a pure, subtle scent.

Rosalie's scent is arguably the most powerful. It isn't strong, but it's enticing. It's like warm Tennessee Whiskey and dripping honey - a scent that's designed to seduce and draw you in.

Emmett would absolutely smell like Axe body spray if Rosalie would let him wear it - she doesn't. It stings EVERYONE's noses to an insane degree. Overall, though, Emmett smells like warm velvet, like a blanket you've just pulled out of the dryer.

Even after all this time, Jasper still carries the faint scent of gunpowder. There's something about his scent that stings, like mint and eucalyptus.

Alice smells like salt and coconut, like a sweet and windy beach day. She also carries a light scent of sparking ozone, but it's so faint that sometimes they all forget that it's there.

oOo

Wolf Pack:

Sam assumes he smells so much like food because of the many hours spent in Emily's kitchen. Sam is warm honey mixed in with steaming oatmeal; fresh bread and maple syrup.

Jared used to smell like leather because of the jacket he always wore to school, but that was destroyed years ago when he phased. It's an extremely manly scent mixed with vanilla and amber.

Paul's scent is very warm and spicy, a natural and earthy woodsy musk, like the soil after a heavy rain. It can tingle your nose, but it's still very attractive.

Surprisingly, the one who smells most like the outdoors is Embry. His whole body is tied to the scent of patchouli and pine; it's a very nature-based scent.

A lot of Jacob's scent is mixed in with how much time he spends around cars, so you'll get a whiff of rush and metal and probably motor oil, but it isn't unpleasant or off-putting.

Tobacco is the leading scent for Quil, which he assumes is because of his grandfather. He also smells very much like ginger and cinnamon.

Though she's never been a big reader, Leah smells like old books and paper. It's a bit of a dusty scent, but goes well when mixed with her favorite vetiver lotion and body wash.

Seth has a very bright and welcoming smell, like cinnamon sugar or a freshly baked pie crust. It's a smell you somehow always associate with your childhood, but you can't put your finger on exactly why.

[zapreportsblog]

Emmett, Garrett, and Edward(separate) with a mate that when turned has ice abilities(yes like Elsa I can't help it 🤣) as always please and thank you!

❝the cold, never bothered me anyways❞

✭ pairing : garrett x reader , emmett cullen x reader , edward cullen x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : Garrett, Emmett and Edward just learn of their mates gift and let’s just say they are amazed

✭ twilight masterlist

Garrett :

Garrett, the rugged and adventurous vampire nomad, had always been drawn to unconventional beauty and unique experiences. That's why, when he met (Y/N), he couldn't resist her allure. They were two kindred spirits, seeking adventure and excitement in the world, and their connection had grown stronger with each passing day.

One sunny afternoon, Garrett and (Y/N) found themselves lounging in a meadow near the town of Denali. The day was sweltering, the sun blazing overhead, and Garrett couldn't help but voice his thoughts.

"Whew, it's a scorcher today," Garrett remarked, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "I wish it were cooler, maybe even a snowy day. That would be perfect."

(Y/N) glanced at Garrett, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She had a secret, one she had been waiting for the right moment to reveal. As her hand brushed against a blade of grass, it instantly froze, turning into a delicate icicle.

Garrett watched in astonishment as (Y/N) summoned her icy powers, forming a small flurry of snowflakes that danced around them, cooling the air around them. The sweltering heat gave way to a gentle, refreshing chill.

His eyes widened with wonder as he realized what was happening. "Did you just... make it snow?"

(Y/N) smiled mischievously as she continued to manipulate the ice and snow around them. "I have a little bit of Elsa in me," she admitted, referring to the beloved Disney character with similar powers.

Garrett couldn't contain his excitement. "That's incredible, (Y/N)! You can control the weather?"

With a nod, (Y/N) answered, "It seems that way. I can create snow and ice, even on the hottest of days."

Garrett couldn't resist the urge to playfully scoop up some of the snow (Y/N) had created and toss it in her direction. She giggled as the icy flakes landed on her skin, creating a delightful sensation.

As they enjoyed the unexpected snowfall, Garrett realized that he had found something truly extraordinary in (Y/N). Her unique abilities only added to her allure, and he couldn't wait to explore the world with her, one snowy adventure at a time. This day marked the beginning of a thrilling journey they would embark on together, their love and their lives forever intertwined with the magic of ice and snow.

Emmett Cullen :

Snow blanketed the town of Forks, transforming it into a winter wonderland. It was a day that Emmett Cullen, the jovial and strong member of the Cullen family, had been eagerly anticipating. He and (Y/N), his beloved mate, had planned to spend the day together, reveling in the beauty of the freshly fallen snow.

Emmett's enthusiasm for the day was infectious, and his excitement had been building for weeks. He couldn't wait to see (Y/N)'s reaction to the snowy landscape, as it held a special surprise he had been keeping secret.

As they ventured into the snowy forest, hand in hand, Emmett's grin was as wide as ever. "Isn't this amazing, (Y/N)?" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm bubbling over. "I knew you'd love it!"

(Y/N) smiled back at him, her eyes filled with affection. She had always been drawn to Emmett's zest for life and his ability to find joy in the simplest of moments. "It's beautiful, Emmett. I'm so grateful we can share this together."

Emmett led her deeper into the woods until they reached a secluded clearing. The trees were heavy with snow, and the world seemed hushed in a serene stillness.

"Close your eyes, (Y/N)," Emmett instructed with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I've got a surprise for you."

(Y/N) obliged, closing her eyes and feeling the cold, crisp air on her cheeks. She trusted Emmett implicitly and eagerly awaited the surprise he had in store.

Emmett took a step back and then, with a flourish, he clapped his hands together, creating a miniature snowstorm around them. Snowflakes swirled through the air, dancing in intricate patterns, and (Y/N) felt the magic of the moment wash over her.

As she opened her eyes and witnessed the enchanting display of snowfall, her heart skipped a beat. But something extraordinary happened. She felt a strange connection to the snowflakes, an inexplicable power coursing through her veins.

In her excitement and amazement, (Y/N) raised her hand, and to her astonishment, the snowflakes responded. They swirled and danced at her command, forming intricate shapes and designs. It was as if she had control over the very essence of winter itself.

Emmett watched in awe as (Y/N) unwittingly harnessed this incredible power. "Wow," he whispered, his voice filled with reverence.

Realization dawned on (Y/N) as she stared at her hands, her eyes wide with wonder. "I... I have ice abilities.”

Emmett could hardly contain his excitement. "That's amazing, (Y/N)! You're like a real-life snow queen!"

As they continued to explore her newfound powers together, (Y/N) and Emmett's bond grew stronger, their love warming even the coldest of winter days. Little did they know that her abilities would bring an extra layer of enchantment to their lives, and the snowy day in Forks would forever be etched in their memories as the day they discovered her unique gift.

Edward Cullen :

The small town of Forks lay beneath a thick blanket of snow, its streets and houses gleaming white in the winter sunlight. Edward Cullen, the introspective and empathetic member of the Cullen family, had been planning a surprise for (Y/N), his beloved mate. He had been monitoring the weather forecast closely, waiting for the perfect snowy day to reveal his plan.

As (Y/N) and Edward prepared to go out for a romantic drive, Edward couldn't help but smile at his mate's excitement. She had always loved the snow, and he knew that today's surprise would be especially meaningful to her.

As they stepped outside, (Y/N) marveled at the winter wonderland that surrounded them. "It's so beautiful," she sighed, her breath forming a frosty cloud in the cold air.

Edward chuckled softly, his golden eyes filled with adoration. "Just wait, (Y/N). I have something special planned for today."

He led her to his car, which was buried under a thick layer of snow and ice. (Y/N) watched as he handed her a snowbrush and began to clear the snow from the car.

But as (Y/N) reached out to help, something incredible happened. Her touch sent a wave of energy through the snow and ice, causing it to melt and evaporate before their eyes. The snowbrush in her hand was unnecessary; the ice and snow retreated at her mere presence.

Edward stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in astonishment. "Did you just...?"

(Y/N) looked down at her hands, realizing that something extraordinary had just occurred. "I... I didn't mean to," she stammered. "It just happened."

Edward's smile returned, filled with awe and wonder. "You have ice abilities, (Y/N).”

Realization washed over her, and (Y/N) couldn't help but smile in return. "I suppose I do."

As the last of the ice and snow disappeared, (Y/N) and Edward stood before the now-clear car. The surprise he had planned had become even more magical, thanks to her newfound abilities.

Together, they embarked on their romantic drive, reveling in the beauty of the winter landscape. For (Y/N) and Edward, this snowy day marked the beginning of a new chapter in their love story, one filled with warmth and enchantment, even in the coldest of seasons.

Garrett, Edward and Emmett :

The anticipation hung heavy in the air as the Cullen family, including Garrett, Emmett, and Edward, stood on one side of a vast snowy field. On the opposing side were the Volturi, the ancient vampire royalty, led by Aro, Caius, and Marcus. Tensions had reached a breaking point, and a battle between the two factions seemed inevitable.

(Y/N), their beloved mate with ice abilities, stood at the forefront, her powers at the ready. The snowy field was the perfect canvas for her unique gift, and she was determined to protect her family and her mates at any cost.

The confrontation escalated, and as the Volturi advanced with menacing intent, (Y/N) raised her hands, her fingers poised like a conductor about to lead an orchestra. In an instant, the snow beneath her feet began to transform.

Spikes of ice erupted from the ground, forming a formidable barrier between the Cullens and the Volturi. Each spike glistened with deadly beauty, ready to defend against any threat.

Garrett, Emmett, and Edward watched in awe as their mate's power unfolded before their eyes. They had known of her abilities, but seeing her wield them with such precision and strength left them speechless.

Emmett grinned, his admiration shining through his usually jovial demeanor. "That's our mate," he exclaimed, pride and affection in his voice.

Edward, usually composed and analytical, was equally astounded. "She's incredible," he murmured, his eyes never leaving (Y/N).

Garrett, the adventurous nomad, couldn't help but be captivated by the sight. "I knew you were extraordinary, (Y/N), but this is beyond anything I could have imagined."

(Y/N) stood her ground, her icy spikes forming an impenetrable barrier. She was ready to defend her family and mates against any threat from the Volturi. Her love for them was unwavering, and she was prepared to use her unique abilities to protect the ones she cherished most.

As the standoff continued, the Volturi hesitated, their confidence wavering in the face of (Y/N)'s formidable display of power. The snowy battlefield had become a testament to the strength of their bond, a bond forged not only by love but by the extraordinary abilities that united them.

In that moment, (Y/N) knew that she had found not just love but a family that accepted her for who she was, powers and all. And her mates, Garrett, Emmett, and Edward, realized that they had found a mate whose strength and determination were matched only by her unwavering love for them. Together, they stood ready to face whatever challenges the future held, bound by a love that could weather even the fiercest of storms.

[crepuscular-haze]

Dream Blunt Rotation:

hive of honeybees

small plant growing from a rock

the feeling of breaking through the top icy layer of fresh snow

rescuing the clones of your two boytoys, who are now in love with eachother as well as you, from a saw trap

Daniel Handler saying of Edward Gorey, “I like to think that I killed him.”

Enkidu

[blood-darkened-moon]

Isolation

Chapter 3

December 23

Something frightened the dogs this morning. Marcus was about to feed them when he saw that they were all huddled together in the far corner of their kennel. With their tails tucked between their legs, they were yelping and whining. It took him quite a while to calm them down to some extent. Fortunately, they were not injured. After the dogs were taken care of, he first searched the area himself to find out what the cause was before he asked us for help. Lots of snow falls quickly, and the wind does its bit, not to mention the very limited visibility. Any remaining tracks shouldn’t be swallowed up by the snow. None of us noticed anything. The storm is quite loud, so you can hardly hear any noise that doesn’t come from the immediate vicinity of the building you’re in.

It can’t really have been wild animals. There are no animals here that are big enough to scare the dogs like that. Therefore, our first thought was that someone else from the Umbrella facility had shown up. So we mainly looked for vehicle tracks and also for footprints leading into or out of the research station, in case they had parked the vehicles outside. The search lasted over an hour and a half. We looked inside and about 100 meters around the station, but we found nothing, no vehicle tracks, no footprints. We were just about to stop when John discovered something we had not paid attention to before. A large amount of snow had fallen from one of the buildings, exposing the roof. It was slightly odd despite the strong wind, as the snow on the roofs is usually a bit icy and not so easy to move. There were also markings that looked like claw marks in several places on the roof and at the top of the wall, always two long, almost parallel lines. Marcus said that perhaps there were larger pieces of ice in the pile of snow that had left the patterns as they slid down. The noise this made may also have frightened the dogs. Nobody was really satisfied with the explanation, not even Marcus himself. Wouldn’t chunks of ice be more likely to create irregular scratch marks? Would a pile of falling snow really scare all the dogs? However, none of us had any better explanations. Judging by the size of the scratches, the animal should have been about the size of a human. Also, there didn’t seem to be any footprints leading to or away from the spot, as far as anyone could tell. It must have had wings to get onto the roof and away. That makes even less sense.

As for Dr. Edwards, I tried to ask Isaac about her, but he just said he wasn’t allowed to talk about his patients. She’s not really his patient, though. He hasn’t examined her due to the risk of infection, and unless she gets sick, it will probably stay that way. Moreover, her condition concerns us all. Fortunately, Harry is more talkative. I’ll just stick to him from now on. He said she was still doing well. She has a healthy appetite and has asked if she can have more food. Harry wants to ask about that, even though we don’t have that much leeway when it comes to food portion sizes. She gets the same amount as the rest of us and is already an extra mouth to feed. I’m sure AAD won’t be happy if they have to deliver unscheduled supplies. Otherwise, she seems to have taken a liking to the Gameboy. Harry has now got her rechargeable batteries and a charger, so she doesn’t use up all our batteries. She said she played until the batteries ran out. Quarantine must be really boring.

As she doesn’t seem to know anything about current events or has any hobbies, Harry tried small talk about her life this time. He said he wasn’t intrusive and also told her a few things about himself. Nevertheless, she wasn’t really talkative about it. In the beginning, she answered, albeit somewhat short, but later, she avoided some questions or simply ignored them before she wanted to change the subject. She didn’t say exactly where she came from, only that she was from England. From a small town that Harry wouldn’t know anyway. Her father is dead, she doesn’t know where her mother is. Apart from that, she has a twin brother with whom she gets along well. Harry asked her if we should contact him when communication is back on track, but she said she’d rather tell him everything in person when this is over. She was privately tutored as a child, and her studies were primarily distance learning. However, she didn’t want to say where she studied. That’s strange. I can somewhat understand her keeping quiet about things that have to do with her work, but something like this? Is she afraid we’ll check her statements? If only it were that simple. I would check her background if I could. I just don’t think she’s telling us the whole truth, at least she’s hiding something.

She was more talkative when it came to traveling. As a child, she had once spent a week in London and a few days in Edinburgh. Apart from that, her father took her on business trips to various countries from time to time. However, she either had to go along to the business meetings or stay in a hotel. She didn’t see much of the places they visited. Her father must have been quite a workaholic if he never went anywhere with his children when it wasn’t for business trips. As a teenager and during her studies, she never traveled and only focused on her career. Maybe that’s why she’s the way she is. It’s kind of sad if you never see the world during your youth. A lack of money was apparently not an issue in her case. Besides, she was very interested in what Harry told her about his trips to Indonesia, Thailand, Brazil, Mexico, and New Zealand. He had to describe everything down to the smallest detail, at least as far as he could remember. Harry also offered her to visit him when he is back home in Brisbane. He would show her around the city. They could also go on trips to other cities, or spend a few days in the Outback. She said maybe she would really do that if her brother could come with her. I wonder if her brother is as weird as she is.

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[kaijubluu]

alright, attempt 2 😭

happy @hbowardaily fic exchange, @ep6bastogne!

your prompts were, quite frankly, a delight to work with! i did take some creative liberties with prompts one and two, but i hope you enjoy my nyquil-tinted, slightly manic writing.

enjoy!

wash the blood from my hands

baberoe, mild tw for injury/death

there are guts in his hands, rubbery and cooling and dead.

no, there's blood bubbling up under his desperate fingers and desperate linens, not showing any signs of stopping.

no, there's necrotic flesh giving way under his oh-so-gentle hands, black and rotted and corpse-like, though the corpsman the limb is attached to is very much alive.

no, his blood-slick fingers are slipping on packets of sulfa, as toye and guarnere lay at his feet in pieces.

no, he's laying in a frigid foxhole in the dead of france.

eugene roe snaps awake with a shudder, feeling like he needs to vomit. everything around him smells like blood and death, and he can't-

he can't-

he can't escape.

gene scrambles out of his lonesome little shelter before he suffocates in it, in the copper-sweet. he stumbles through the trees, quiet as a mouse and heart beating twice as fast, searching for a sign, any sign, that he hasn't failed his men, his duty.

he gasps in breath after breath of frigid air, desperate to regain control. he can feel tears spilling out of his eyes, freezing in salty icicles on his blue-black lashes, his still blood-splattered cheeks. his breathing turns to weeping, huge, choking sobs clawing their way out of his throat.

gene falls to his knees in a copse of icy trees, dead but still standing. he's drowning in his despair, in the blood of his friends and enemies, in the tears that hurt to shed.

all of a sudden, there's a hand on his shoulder, and a kind voice drifting through the deliciously cold air.

"doc," the voice, babe's voice says. "doc, you look dead on your feet!"

he mumbles out a tear-stained excuse, but babe doesn't care to listen, and drops down into the snow next to his friend.

"c'mon, gene," he tries again, infinitely softer. "you'll be a lot more comfortable in my foxhole."

they stand together, one unsteady and one solid as stone. babe leads the medic through snow-capped trees, but gene barely notices. he still feels asleep, or lost in some fugue state. all sensation is lost to the winter air, save the warmth that blooms under babe's hands on his wrist, his side, his shoulder.

it's in this dreamy state that babe directs him to a cozy foxhole right on the front line, so similar yet so different from his own. the same scratchy blanket, the same tang in his nose of dirt. but babe's foxhole feels lived-in, a place where friends have come and gone in comfort. it feels like an actual refuge, one babe tucks gene in with the same infinite gentleness he speaks to him with.

babe nudges his friend in and crawls in after him before tucking a blanket over the both of them.

they're so close together, gene notices distantly. pressed together shoulder to hip to thigh to ankle.

a moment passes.

as warmth builds up in the foxhole, gene finds himself coming back alive. he turns to thank his friend, but babe shushes him and gently take gene's frozen hands in his own, only marginally warmer ones.

"when i was little," babe begins. "when i was little, my momma would kiss each and every one of our little cuts and bruises away. we used to ask if it was magic. she'd laugh, and tell us no, there was no such thing as magic. just love, and hope."

he leans forward, carefully, so carefully, and presses a kiss to gene's blood-stained knuckles.

gene gasps, a tiny little noise, almost lost in his breathing.

babe elects to ignore it, and presses another kiss to gene's opposite hand.

"guess what i'm trying to say, hon-"

"how can you love me?" gene interrupts in a raspy whisper. "how can you love me when you know what i have and haven't done, edward?"

babe frowns. "i don't . . . i don't understand, gene."

"your friends, edward. i've held your friends' guts in, and tried to keep their blood in their veins, and tried to save their limbs, and i've failed!" gene pulls his hands out of babe's grasp to wipe at his wet-again eyes. "i've failed everywhere it counts, babe, and you still love me!"

"oh, gene . . ." it's a sigh of a sentence, punctuated only by the plink, plink of tears on frozen soil. babe leans forward once more, but this time, he kisses the salt off of gene's apple-red cheeks. "you don't need to save everyone to be worthy of love. i'd kiss the blood off your hands, honey. i'd kiss the sins off your lips as you confess them, darling."

"you . . . what?" comes a shaky whisper.

babe sighs again. "come here," he says, and gene does. babe tucks his lover close, rests his chin on that tousled head of blue-black hair.

"i didn't fall in love with perfect, eugene roe. i fell in love with you. every mistake you've made, good or bad. just you."

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

In honor of the 2022 snowmageddon, Rosalie wakes up with Elsa from Frozen powers. Including the bit where she can make sentient snowpeople.

Does this derail canon?

(Picturing Edward in the back like "Psh yeah so she can make an army out of nothing but water. Freeze an entire kingdom. Big deal. I can hear highschoolers think mean things about each other! I'm the one the Volturi want!")

No.

Rosalie ultimately had very little to do with the canon events. She kept out of it except for the time she tells Bella her story and Bella doesn't care and the time Bella calls her to stop Edward from forcibly aborting her.

Whether Rosalie has snow powers or not makes zero difference.

The only difference is that Edward may blame her for the van incident as clearly Rosalie, the jealous shrew, made it icy in the parking lot! Edward knows how she operates!

[antaxzantax]

Umbrella Pharmaceuticals - Chapter 37

I

British businessman Oswell E. Spencer invests in Raccoon City's industrial sector.

Oswell E. Spencer purchases land in the Arklay Mountains to build a country house.

Umbrella Pharmaceuticals builds a training centre in Raccoon City.

New York architect George Trevor missed in the Arklay Mountains.

Albert presses the button to access the last microfilm.

Umbrella Pharmaceuticals: major employer in Arklay County.

Oswell Ernest Spencer and Alexander Ashford, presidents and CEOs. James Marcus: director of the Training Centre and chief researcher. A new name: Edward Ashford, father of Alexander Ashford and co-founder of Umbrella Pharmaceuticals with Spencer. Umbrella Pharmaceuticals grew out of Anzec Pharma, a pharmaceutical company founded by Spencer in the late 1950s. Edward Ashford was an investor in Anzec.

Ashford and Spencer were from England and James Marcus was from Texas. He needed a book on British peerage and to investigate the Texan. Travelling to England was impossible: Spencer lived in Essex and Ashford in Northumberland. The Spencers made their fortune in the British Empire: the spice trade and Reginald Spencer, Oswell's grandfather, was Governor-General of British India. In the first decade of the 20th century, the Spencers expanded their business into the automobile industry, in which they became well established. The Ashfords were descended from a Scottish royal family, the Stuarts. The great-granddaughter of the last Stuart queen, Veronica Ashford, was a businesswoman. James Marcus was a professor at a Swiss university.

No mention of the Progenitor virus or its T variants.

An impeccable façade.

II

Snow lay on the edges of the pavement. The icy wind damaged the parts of his face that he had not covered with his hat and scarf. Despite the bad weather, cars were driving along the road, oblivious to the dangers of the wintry environment. A handful of passers-by, including a postman, milled about, darting in and out of shops, sneaking glances at William and discussing their business.

The place reminded him of his neighbourhood in Baltimore, a peaceful suburban oasis just outside the city centre, but smaller and more decadent. From time to time he read the newspapers in the lab to find out what was happening in the outside world, and one of the news stories was about the continuing industrial collapse of that part of the Midwest. Economic disasters and cities in the process of being abandoned. Detroit was one of the first to fall. He was shocked by the sensationalist images of entire streets in ruins, but what moved him most was reading that Raccoon City was in the zone of decay, and that worried him.

Nothing disturbed his affluent life as a gifted boy, heralded in the local Baltimore newspapers as the future of science, except the abusive group of idiots with whom he shared the street. And walking down those desolate avenues took him back to the bitterest moments of his childhood. So on his days off, he avoided the many alleys that criss-crossed the city and refused to look anyone in the eye. He liked to think that his self-awareness was above average.

Around the corner was his favourite place to spend his mornings, a coffee shop. He entered and sat down in his favourite spot, a lonely armchair in the far corner. No one usually sat there because of its isolation, which he loved. The waitress approached him and he ordered his usual, an Americano and toast. He hung his coat, scarf and gloves over the back of the chair. It was in these moments of peace that he felt like a human being again.

Outside the Spencer mansion, he regained a fraction of his humanity. The pace of work had become hellish. The number of subjects had increased, as had the number of missing persons posters he saw plastered on lampposts. He was afraid to put two and two together because, as he was about to turn seventeen, he did not want to see himself as a participant in a conspiracy of kidnapping and human experimentation. He still wanted to see himself as a responsible young adult doing what he liked in a very important company. A ridiculous self-deception, as Albert scoffed, but enough to maintain his emotional stability and keep lying to his parents.

He was going mad. Fortunately, the nightmares about the creature had subsided. He had just gotten used to it. And what would happen next? He didn't think he'd stay in Arklay forever. There was a laboratory in Chicago and several others in Europe. There was much more he could aspire to, as long as he didn't go mad trying. Had Marcus gone mad? Maybe he already had. They were all mad as hell.

He finished his toast.

Everyone was mad. Tomorrow a nuclear war could break out and end civilisation. But that was his job, to replace nuclear bombs with B.O.Ws.

He finished his coffee.

And B.O.Ws weapons at that, mutating and transforming. Better than university and astrophysics.

He got up and paid at the bar, grinning from ear to ear. As he left the café, he saw the same row of missing persons posters.

Mad.

[a30somethingslookatpopculture]

Movies That *Feel* Like Winter

 (but aren't specifically Christmas Movies, in no particular order):

I am only counting movies that I have seen recently enough to remember well. As well as some of my personal favorites. There are still a lot of great movies that didn’t make my list. 

Misery

A blizzard… A crashed car… and snowbound with a crazed super fan, what could go wrong? Misery has a very isolated, snowy atmosphere and is perfect for winter! 

The Shining

The Overlook is draped in snow, as the Torrence family is snowed in for the winter. We see Jack chasing Danny through the giant snowy maze and the iconic ending shot of Jack frozen to death. Stephen King does wintery isolation so well. 

The H8tful Eight

Another film where the characters see themselves snowbound in a remote cabin because of a blizzard. Though this one is vastly different from Misery. Tension rises, chaos ensues, and in true Tarantino fashion… a whole lot of bloodshed! 

Grumpy Old Men

Comedy duo Jack Lemmon & Walter Matthau play feuding neighbors (turned friends) in this wintery comedy. It’s a cute little movie with lots of laughs to be had. And part of it takes place on Christmas, so that’s a bonus. 

Edward Scissorhands

Okay, so not all of this movie has that fun wintry feel. But the parts that do are magical. “Snow” falls as Edward carves an ice statue as Kim dances around in it. The scene is complete with beautiful music accompanying it. Once again, Edward brings snow to the town in the end, as Kim tells her granddaughter the story of Edward. (it’s two of the biggest scenes in the film, i’d say).

Harry Potter & The Sorcerer's Stone

(Though most of the films work here)

This one is kind of a dual holiday film. It works for both Halloween and Christmas! But as for the wintery vibes, there’s snowy backdrops, the exchanging of gifts between Ron and Harry, and Christmas in the great hall (Gosh how amazing that would be to experience). It’s truly magical. 

The Thing

There’s surely something frightening about being isolated by snow with something/someone coming after you and nobody can help you. It seems to be the common theme in wintry themed horror/sci-fi movies.  The Thing is no different. Only this time, “The Thing” could be anyone, even your friend. 

Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back

There’s not much winter in this one, but the icy Hoth scenes feel just right! Bonus, Luke’s run-in with the Wampa, which I guess you could call the Star Wars version of a Yeti. 

Batman Returns

Christmas in Gotham, complete with a tree lighting ceremony that goes awry, and a snowy setting. 

Wrong Turn 4

A group of friends spend their winter break snowmobiling at their friends cabin in the mountains…that just so happens to be near the now closed sanitarium. What could possibly go wrong there? A family of escaped cannibals now residing in the abandoned hospital, that’s what! The sequels to this series definitely get a bit wild, but idk, I always kinda liked this one for the wintery feels. 

Honorable Mentions: Snow Day, Fargo, The Conjuring 2,  Let The Right One In, Frozen (Horror film), Disney’s Frozen, The Mighty Ducks, Cool Runnings 

[chronicallyonlinecath]

Friday, January 6th 2023 - A New Start

Yesterday I turned 16.

That's a big number. Means I can get married with my parents permission, have children, move out. Still can't vote for another two years though.

My name is Cath Morrison. There are a lot of things you are yet to, and may never, learn.

In October of 2021, I started writing a diary. I wrote one and a half notebook's worth. However, as life does, my life changed. People left. People arrived. And I am a very different person now to the person I am then. So today's blog is a dedicated background for all that will be coming in the next blogs. An understanding for you, avid reader, so you understand why certain things are the way they are. All of these people I write about are real. These are my real experiences, my opinions, and my life, poured out into a blog. Everyone is under code-names, myself included. But we are very real people. In October of 2021, I was dating a boy named Sheldon. He was kind to me. But he was jealous, easily jealous, and believed I was cheating on him at all times. And I suppose, somewhere deep in my heart, I was. In that October, something in my life switched. Something that will never return to its original form, and I will never have it again. I fell in love with my best friend. I left Sheldon in the dust. Don't worry, he's okay now, I've made sure of that. I rebuilt my friendship with him, and he even brought me a bracelet yesterday for my 16th. I left him for a boy named Mattson. A boy with icy blue eyes that sometimes melted to water, and hair the colour of snow. As soft as snow, too. He was my best friend. Dirty-minded, with a wicked grin whenever he knew he was sending me deep into the depth of silent fury. He drove me insane, but made life feel so much lighter. His best friend (and one of my closest friends), Harvey, was dating my best friend, Alison. We were the square, equal to each other, seemingly unbreakable. You know where this story goes. We were 14. It was never going to last. Mattson broke up with me in March. He said we could be friends, but even now, after what feels like a decade, we are simply acquaintances. His eyes turned to ice. I haven't seen them shine or melt to water since. Alison and Harvey broke up in July, but they're still incredibly close. I wrote in the notepads as Cath Morrison as if I were writing notes to Mattson. But that age has been and gone. I told you earlier, I've changed. I have an endless list of friends, but honorable mentions must be included. Friends who have helped me become a better and newer person, who have made me the person who sits typing this. Have a couple introductions. You might need them later- Alison - My best friend, reminding me I have never needed partners to thrive, extremely big music nerd Bella - A constant, loud and funny figure since primary, whose doodles through tutor make it jst so much more bearable. Who is always available to just be nice. Teachers hate her though Carter - Will definitely stalk you and murder you in your sleep. But it's okay!! Because it'll be over very quickly <33 (they're nice thought, i promise. And brutally honest with their opinions) Harry - An egotistical asshole who would like to be President of the World. Only slightly kidding, he's okay. Sometimes. Ryder - Small, nimble and seemingly murderous, he may hurt you, but only if you hurt him (or Winchester. Never hurt Winch.) Winchester - Same as Ryder. Pretty much. But the sociable of the two. Harvey - Stereotypical nerd, minus the glasses. And very much enjoys rugby. Matty - An artistic and chaotic bean. Has a type. A very specific type. In fictional men in suits and ties. And Harley. Harley - Climbs through science windows, collects pringle cans, says the most random of shit, and is definitely kinda into Matty.

and well...

Andrew.

Not Tate, no no god no. Andrew Edwards. A dirty-minded, talkative, comedic dumbass. Too bad I can't stop thinking about him recently. It's like a plague.

My life is centered around romance, unfortunately. It's an issue. But I shall write like the keen little scribe I am and just inform you, day by day, (no promise of daily updates though), of my life.

Enjoy the ride.

~CM

[epithvts]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .   the  continent  welcomes  ADRIUS  KACHRYLION  of  THE  MOUNTAIN  HOME,  the  HIGH  LORD  of  THE  WINTER  COURT.   when  the  HIGH  FAE  is  glamoured,  he  bears  a  resemblance  to  DANIEL  SHARMAN.   the  37  /  666  year  old  CIS  MALE  is  reputed  to  be  DEBONAIR  and  SOLICITOUS,  but  a  decade  of  war  has  left  them  AUSTERE  and  RECLUSIVE.   if  created  by  the  cauldron,  they  would  be  made  in  the  likeness  of  A  FEATHER  -  LIGHT  CROWN  THAT  BRINGS  A  WEIGHT  FAR  TOO  HEAVY  ;  THE  FAMILIAR  SCREECH  OF  METAL  AGAINST  METAL  INITIATED  BY  A  HOARSE  BATTLE  CRY  ;  THE  GRADUAL  LOSS  OF  HEAT  ON  AN  ABANDONED  HEARTH.   whispers  throughout  prythian  claim  that  their  allegiance  lies  with  THE  WINTER  COURT,   where  they  conspire  to  PROTECT  THE  PEOPLE  OF  THE  WINTER  COURT  AND  ENCOURAGE  PROSPERITY  BETWEEN  ITS  PEOPLE.

BASICS .

full  name.  adrius  kachrylion . age.  thirty  seven  /  six  hundred  sixty  six . birthdate.  december  24 . hometown.  the  mountain  home . current  location.  under  the  mountain . status.  unmated . orientation.  heteroromantic , heterosexual . occupation.  high  lord. abilities.  winnowing ,  glamouring ,  ice  manipulation ,  beast  form . siblings.  two  younger  brothers ,  one  younger  sister . pets.  a  black  cat  named  bear  that  parades  around  the  mountain  home . languages  spoken.  the  common  tongue . allegiance.  the  winter  court ,  the  kachrylion  family .

APPEARANCE .

hair  color.  white . eye  color.  blue . height.  six  foot  two . scars.  none . style.  typically  can  be  seen  in  greys  or  blues .  almost  always  with  some  kind  of  icy  crown  atop  his  head .

MISCELLANEOUS .

zodiac  sign.  capricorn . hogwarts  house.  gryffindor . alignment.  lawful  neutral . strengths.  solicitous ,  benevolent ,  calculated ,  debonair .   weaknesses.  reclusive ,  austere ,  overzealous ,  impatient . aesthetic.  a  feather  -  light  crown  that  brings  a  weight  far  too  heavy  ;  the  familiar  screech  of  metal  against  metal  initiated  by  a  hoarse  battle  cry  ;  the  gradual  loss  of  heat  on  an  abandoned  hearth . media  inspiration.  kallias  (  a  court  of  thorns  and  roses  ),  jack  frost  (  rise  of  the  guardians  ),  cedric  diggory  (  harry  potter  ),  jon  snow  (  a  song  of  ice  and  fire  ),  hiccup  haddock  iii  (  how  to  train  your  dragon  ),  edward  cullen  (  twilight  ),  dorian  havilliard  (  throne  of  glass  ).

BIOGRAPHY .

tw  abuse ,  torture ,  neglect ,  murder

you  come  into  this  world,  not  as  a  product  of  love  but  as  an  obligation  of  responsibility.  you  learn  quickly  enough  that  there  is  no  love  shared  between  your  parents,  only  sovereign  duty.  you  are  their  first  born,  the  heir  to  the  throne  of  the  winter  court,  and  nothing  more.  

you  are  robbed  of  your  childhood,  the  boy  who  once  dreamt  of  fairytales  and  fables  that  your  wet  nurse  fed  to  you  as  a  child  dead  before  the  age  of  five.  everyday  was  spent  either  in  the  library  with  tutors  from  several  courts  and  different  realms  or  in  the  courtyard  training  from  the  world's  most  skilled  teachers.  you  look  on  in  longing,  seeing  the  way  play  and  imagination  came  so  easily  to  the  other  children  at  court.  

plenty  of  times,  you  have  been  rejected  of  love.  from  your  mother,  whose  want  was  to  just  be  left  alone.  had  always  made  it  obvious  how  much  she  detested  being  the  high  lord's  brood  mare.  your  father,  much  of  the  same.  by  the  age  of  seven,  you  had  already  reduced  him  to  nothing  but  your  sire.  funny  how  you  begin  to  realize  that  blood  does  not  equate  to  family.  

just  as  your  schedule  for  lessons  were  strict  and  non  -  negotiable,  so  were  the  punishments.  often  times,  fueled  from  nothing  but  the  small  friends  you  made  at  court  and  your  innate  curiosity,  you've  ventured  into  town.  the  life  past  the  walls  of  the  mountain  home  had  always  piqued  your  interest.  and  you  longed  to  be  one  of  them,  to  share  the  food  from  their  table  and  create  memories  of  your  own  with  the  people  your  family  has  governed  over  for  centuries.

but  your  father  has  always  set  himself  on  a  pedestal.  that  night,  as  you  return  back  to  the  mountain  home,  lighter  than  a  feather  from  the  bit  of  life  restored  into  you,  your  father  waits  for  you,  with  a  whip  in  his  hand.  you  get  fifteen  slashes  that  night,  for  each  gold  coin  you  freely  gave  to  your  people.  though  never  on  the  face,  for  your  face  was  a  representation  of  the  family,  of  your  rule  to  come.  appearances  were  always  his  priority.

though  the  adventures  never  cease,  despite  the  frequent  additions  to  the  scars  on  your  back.  as  a  young  fae,  you  make  it  as  far  as  the  mortal  lands.  eager  to  learn  about  the  humans  and  their  lives.  there,  you  meet  a  woman,  who  smiles  far  too  kindly  at  your  kind.  she  offers  a  warmth  that  puts  out  your  frigid  ice.  a  love  that  you'd  never  known  before.  your  first  love,  a  human  woman.

but  nothing  goes  amiss  to  your  father.  and  soon  enough,  you  are  gifted  with  her  head.  no  son  of  mine  will  ever  mate  with  vermin.  the  words  fall  on  deaf  ears,  the  head  heavy  in  your  blood  stained  hands.  that  day  marks  your  death,  despite  the  way  immortality  sings  in  your  blood.

it  doesn't  take  much  for  you  to  pick  a  side  in  the  war.  your  heart  still  torn  from  loving  that  softhearted  woman  from  all  those  years  ago.  you'll  never  forget  the  way  she  made  you  burn  with  a  fire  unmatched.  and  so  when  azrael  takes  a  stand,  you  make  him  your  brother.  the  bond  you  share  with  the  heir  is  unlike  any  other,  it  brings  you  back  to  your  childhood:  blood  does  not  equate  to  family.  

the  throne  is  yours,  as  you  were  bred  to  take.  but  the  long  road  of  recovery  after  the  tyranny  and  malicious  rule  of  your  father  is  extensive.  nevertheless,  you  love  your  people.  and  you  would  rather  set  your  own  self  on  fire  than  to  watch  them  burn  ever  again.

TLDR  ;  a  boy  bred  for  the  sole  purpose  of  being  the  heir  of  the  winter  court.  lacked  love  growing  up.  severe  punishments  for  childish  amusements.  fell  in  love  with  a  human  woman  that  his  father  murdered.  has  finally  secured  his  throne  and  working  towards  gaining  the  love  of  his  people  <3

[aurora-by-jacqui-natla]

23. CONFRONTED

AS THE SUN ROSE ON THE HORIZON, WE strolled amidst our coven, eagerly awaiting the arrival of our judges, juries, and possibly our executioners. The air was thick with anticipation and excitement, as if the atmosphere itself was bracing for the confrontation.

The field before us lay under a pristine blanket of snow, stretching endlessly in every direction, a vast, unspoiled canvas of white. We stood motionless, eyes locked on the distant horizon, where we knew our accusers would soon appear. Our purpose here was clear: to bear witness, to stand in defense of those charged with the impossible.

Tension hung heavily in the frigid air, a palpable unease that pressed down on us. Our mission was to prove the innocence of our friends, to demonstrate to the Volturi that their accusations were baseless. Yet, we were acutely aware that the odds were heavily against us.

As we stood, our breaths forming ephemeral clouds in the icy air, a dark mist began to encroach upon us. It moved with a deceptive grace, sliding through the snow with an eerie elegance that hinted at its malevolent nature.

We understood that the Volturi had already passed judgment on our friends, condemning us to death before the trial had even commenced. Their interest lay not in justice or fairness, but in maintaining their power and control. Our lives meant nothing to them.

Yet, fear did not grip us. We knew that if our freedom required the ultimate sacrifice, it was a price we were willing to pay. Standing resolute and unyielding, we were ready to confront whatever lay ahead.

Then, from the distance, the faint sound of footsteps reached our ears. Garrett, with a sense of grim recognition, muttered to himself, "The redcoats are coming. The redcoats are coming."

We braced ourselves for what was to come, knowing that our fate was inextricably tied to that of our friends and family. I could feel Ingram's arm on me, already protecting me from the approaching danger.

"They did come," Vladimir whispered to Stefan, his voice barely audible above the rustling of the leaves.

Stefan's eyes widened in disbelief. "The wives? The entire guard. All of them together. It's well we didn't try Volterra."

As the Volturi drew nearer, the tension grew, tightening around us like an invisible noose. Every step they took seemed to echo through the stillness of the morning, a grim countdown to the impending clash.

Aro, his expression one of almost tender curiosity, led the Volturi guard with a chilling calmness. His milky red eyes, as cold as the snow beneath our feet, swept over us with a gaze of pure disdain. Beside him, Cauis moved with a regal grace, and his platinum blond hair stood out from the dark mists heading to us. Marcus, trailing slightly behind, seemed detached, his eyes unfocused as if lost in a memory only he could see.

In the center of their formation, flanked by the imposing figures of Felix and Demetri, stood the wives; Gabriel had said to be before their names were Sulpicia and Athenodora. Their presence was a rare and ominous sign, signaling the seriousness of this encounter. Their beauty was otherworldly, their expressions serene, yet there was an undeniable air of menace about them. They were the queens of this dark empire, and their will was law.

Despair weighed heavily in the air, pushing me down with more pressure than before. I noticed Irina hesitating between the two companies, her expression unique among the others. Her horrified gaze was locked on Tanya's position in the front line, and Edward snarled a low but fervent sound. I gave her a death stare, knowing that we were in for the fight of our lives.

"Alistair was right," Edward murmured to Carlisle.

"Alistair was right?" Tanya whispered.

"Caius and Aro come to destroy and acquire. They have many layers of strategy already in place. If Irina's accusation had somehow proven to be false, they were committed to find another reason to take offence. But they can see Renesmee now, so they are perfectly sanguine about their course. We could still attempt to defend against their other contrived charges, but first they have to stop, to hear the truth about Renesmee." Then, even lower. "Which they have no intention of doing."

In a sudden twist of fate, the procession came to an abrupt halt, catching us all off guard. The once perfectly synchronised movements were now replaced with an eerie silence. The Volturi, with their impeccable discipline, froze in unison, as if they were one entity. They stood a hundred yards away from us, their presence looming over us like a dark cloud.

As I stood there, I could hear the beating of large hearts behind me, growing louder by the second. I dared to steal a glance to my left and right, and what I saw left me in awe.

The wolves had arrived.

They flanked us on either side, forming a protective barrier with their long, bordering arms. In a fraction of a second, ten wolves emerged from the trees, some familiar faces and some new. Seventeen of them spaced evenly around us, with Leah standing beside Ethan, Jacob beside Renesemee and Seth close to me. The newcomers were all young, with oversized paws and towering heights. It was clear that a werewolf population explosion was inevitable with so many vampires encamped.

But with this stand, more children would die. I couldn't help but wonder why Sam allowed this. But then again, he had no other choice. If any of the wolves stood with us, the Volturi would surely search out the rest. They had gambled their entire species on this stand.

And we were going to lose.

I understood why Gabriel had left them. Their murderous bloodlust was one that made me want to sink my teeth into them, to rip their limbs from their bodies and burn them. I could even dance on their ashes if I wanted to. But then, I heard a low, fierce snarl, and I saw Bella smiling at the dark figures. It came from her.

Zafrina and Senna's voices reverberated through the tense silence, their growls barely audible. Edward's grip on Bella's hand tightened, a warning to remain cautious. The Volturi's faces remained stoic, their emotions concealed behind a veil of indifference. However, two pairs of eyes betrayed a flicker of feeling. Aro and Caius stood at the centre, their hands clasped together, evaluating the situation. The guard stood still, waiting for the command to strike. Aro and Caius didn't exchange a glance, but their silent communication was palpable. Marcus, on the other hand, seemed disinterested, his expression almost as blank as the guards'. It was as if he had seen it all before and was bored with the proceedings.

Aro's eyes darted in my direction, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he let out a huff of amusement. I bit my lip, trying to keep my composure in the face of his intimidating presence.

"He's surprised to see you here," Joseph remarked to Gabriel, breaking the tense silence that had settled over us.

Gabriel's gold eyes flickered to the ground, his hand gripping tightly onto Helena's as if seeking comfort. I couldn't blame him - the Volturi's witnesses were glaring at us with furious intensity, their bodies leaning forward as if ready to pounce at any moment.

But they kept their distance, staying near the edge of the forest and leaving a wide berth between themselves and the Volturi soldiers. Only Irina, with her fair hair and filmy eyes, hovered close behind the Volturi, flanked by two massive bodyguards.

As I watched, I couldn't help but wonder about the two fair-haired women in a darker grey cloak standing beside the bodyguards, who was just behind Aro - was she his own shield, much like Bella?

As I gazed upon the two diminutive, charcoal-hued cloaks, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and trepidation. Alec and Jane, the tiniest members of the guard, stood stoically at Marcus's side, flanked by Demetri on the other. Their countenances were serene, betraying nothing of the immense power that lay within them. Clad in the deepest shades of grey, they were like shadows come to life, standing in stark contrast to the obsidian robes of the ancients.

Vladimir had dubbed them the witch twins, and for good reason. Their abilities were the very foundation of the Volturi's offensive, the jewels in Aro's collection. With a mere glance, they could render their victims helpless, their minds reduced to a blank slate. It was a power that struck fear into the hearts of even the bravest of foes.

As Aro and Caius surveyed our ranks with their crimson-hued eyes, I could sense their disappointment. They scanned our faces again and again, searching for the one who was missing. But try as they might, they could not find what they were looking for. And so, with a heavy heart, we prepared to face whatever lay ahead, knowing that the witch twins would be at the forefront of the battle to come.

"He's looking for Alice," Joseph said.

"Edward?" Carlisle asked, low and anxious.

"They're not sure how to proceed," Edward answered. "They're weighing options, choosing key targets: me, of course, you, Eleazar, Tanya. Marcus is reading the strength of our ties to each other, looking for weak points. The Romanians' presence irritates them. They're worried about the faces they don't recognize, Zafrina and Senna in particular, and the wolves, naturally. They've never been outnumbered before. That's what stopped them."

"Outnumbered?" Tanya whispered incredulously.

"They don't count their witnesses," Edward breathed. "They are nonentities, meaningless to the guard. Aro just enjoys an audience."

"Should I speak?" Carlisle asked.

Edward hesitated, then nodded. "This is the only chance you'll get."

Carlisle squared his shoulders and paced several steps ahead of our defensive line. He spread his arms, holding his palms up as if in greeting. "Aro, my old friend. It's been centuries."

Aro stepped forward out of the centre of the Volturi. The shield moved with him as if the tips of her fingers were sewn to his robe. Then, within seconds, the Volturi ranks reacted. A muttered grumble rolled through the line, eyebrows lowered into scowls, lips curled back from teeth. A few of the guards leaned forward into a crouch.

Aro held one hand up toward them. "Peace." He walked just a few paces more, then cocked his head to one side. His milky eyes glinted with curiosity. "Fair words, Carlisle," he breathed in his thin, wispy voice. "They seem out of place, considering the army you've assembled to kill me, and to kill my dear ones."

Carlisle shook his head and stretched his right hand forward as if there were not still almost a hundred yards between them. "You have but to touch my hand to know that was never my intent."

Aro's shrewd eyes narrowed. "But how can your intent possibly matter, dear Carlisle, in the face of what you have done?" He frowned, and a shadow of sadness crossed his features—whether it was genuine or not, I could not tell.

"I have not committed the crime you are here to punish me for."

"Then step aside and let us punish those responsible. Truly, Carlisle, nothing would please me more than to preserve your life today."

"No one has broken the law, Aro. Let me explain." Again, Carlisle offered his hand. Before Aro could answer, Caius drifted swiftly forward to Aro's side.

"So many pointless rules, so many unnecessary laws you create for yourself, Carlisle," the white-haired ancient hissed. "How is it possible that you defend the breaking of one that truly matters?"

"The law is not broken. If you would listen—"

"We see the child, Carlisle," Caius snarled. "Do not treat us as fools."

"She is not an immortal. She is not a vampire. I can easily prove this with just a few moments—"

Caius cut him off. "If she is not one of the forbidden, then why have you massed a battalion to protect her?"

"Witnesses, Caius, just as you have brought." Carlisle gestured to the angry horde at the edge of the woods; some of them growled in response. "Any one of these friends can tell you the truth about the child. Or you could just look at her, Caius. See the flush of human blood in her cheeks."

"Artifice!" Caius snapped. "Where is the informer? Let her come forward!" He craned his neck around until he spotted Irina lingering behind the wives. "You! Come!"

Irina stared at him uncomprehendingly, her face like that of someone who has not entirely awakened from a hideous nightmare. Impatiently, Caius snapped his fingers. One of the Volturi guards moved to Irina's side and prodded her roughly in the back. Irina blinked twice and then walked slowly toward Caius in a daze. She stopped several yards short, her eyes still on her sisters.

Caius closed the distance between them and slapped her across the face. As much that I wasn't fond of Irina, it still somewhat degrading about the action. Even she didn't deserve it. It was like watching someone kick a dog. Tanya and Kate hissed in synchronisation. Irina's body went rigid and her eyes finally focused on Caius. He pointed one clawed finger at Renesmee, where she clung to Jacob, her fingers still tangled in his brown fur. Caius turned entirely red in my furious view. A growl rumbled through Jacob's chest.

"This is the child you saw?" Caius demanded. "The one that was obviously more than human?"

Irina peered at the Cullens, examining Renesmee for the first time since she spotted her. Her head tilted to the side, confusion crossed her features.

"Well?" Caius snarled.

"I... I'm not sure," she said, her tone perplexed.

Caius's hand trembled with a fiery rage that threatened to erupt like a volcano. His eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at Irina, his lips pursed tightly together. "What do you mean?" he hissed through gritted teeth, his voice laced with a cold, steely edge.

Irina hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting nervously around the room. "She's not the same," she began cautiously, "but I think it's the same child. What I mean is, she's changed. This child is bigger than the one I saw, but—“

Caius's fury boiled over, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His hand shot out as if to strike Irina, but Aro intervened, flitting to Caius's side and placing a calming hand on his shoulder.

"Be composed, brother. We have time to sort this out. No need to be hasty."

With a sullen expression, Caius turned his back on Irina.

"Now, sweetling," Aro said in a warm, sugary murmur. "Show me what you're trying to say." He held his hand out to her.

Uncertainly, Irina took his hand. He held hers for only five seconds. "You see, Caius?" he said. "It's a simple matter to get what we need."

Caius didn't answer him. From the corner of his eye, Aro glanced once at his audience, his mob, and then turned back to Carlisle.

"And so we have a mystery on our hands, it seems. It would appear the child has grown. Yet Irina's first memory was that of an immortal child. Curious."

"That's exactly what I'm trying to explain," Carlisle said, and from the change in his voice, I could guess at his relief. This was the pause we had pinned all our nebulous hopes on.

Carlisle held out his hand again.

Aro hesitated for a moment. "I would rather have the explanation from someone more central to the story, my friend. Am I wrong to assume that this breach was not of your making?"

"There was no breach."

"Be that as it may, I will have every facet of the truth." Aro's feathery voice hardened. "And the best way to get that is to have the evidence directly from your talented son." He inclined his head in Edward's direction. "As the child clings to his newborn mate, I'm assuming Edward is involved."

Edward turned to his beloved Bella and Renesmee, planting a tender kiss on their foreheads. He couldn't bring himself to meet their eyes, knowing the danger that lay ahead. With a determined stride, he made his way across the snowy field, giving Carlisle a reassuring pat on the shoulder as he passed. The Volturi army loomed in the distance, their red haze burning brighter than ever before. As Edward walked alone towards their adversaries, I couldn't help but worry for Renesmee and the challenges she would face in the coming moments.

Jane, one of the Volturi's most powerful members, smiled as Edward approached. Bella's fury peaked, and she readied herself for battle. With all the force in her mind, she threw her shield across the field like a javelin, her breath rushing out in a huff with the exertion.

As Edward stood a few steps away from Aro, his chin held high in arrogance, the tension in the air was palpable. Caius scowled deeply, and Jane bared her teeth, while Alec's eyes narrowed in concentration. Aro closed the distance between them without hesitation, knowing that his army had the upper hand.

But little did they know, Bella possessed a power that could stop them in their tracks. With frustration boiling inside her, she watched as Aro took Edward's hand, his eyes snapping shut as he absorbed all of Edward's thoughts and feelings.

"Bella, you got this," I told her quietly.

"Easy, Bella," Zafrina whispered.

Bella's teeth ground together, a physical manifestation of the anger and frustration that boiled within her.

Aro's focus remained unbroken, delving deeper and deeper into Edward's memories. His head hung low, his neck muscles taut as he relived every moment that Aro extracted from him. The conversation between the two was one-sided, with Aro taking and Edward giving, until even the guard grew restless. Murmurs rippled through the line, causing Caius to snap a command for silence. Jane inched forward, her face twisted in distress, while the shield looked on with concern. Aro's eyes snapped open, their expression a mix of awe and wariness as he straightened up. He still held onto Edward's hand, unwilling to let go. Finally, Edward relaxed.

"You see?" Edward asked, his velvet voice calm.

"Yes, I see, indeed," Aro agreed, and amazingly, he sounded almost amused. "I doubt whether any two among gods or mortals have ever seen quite so clearly."

The disciplined faces of the guard showed disbelief.

"You have given me much to ponder, young friend," Aro continued. "Much more than I expected."

Aro still didn't release Edward's hand, making the vampire tense; Edward didn't answer.

"May I meet her?" Aro asked, pleading with sudden eager interest. "I never dreamed of the existence of such a thing in all my centuries. What an addition to our histories!"

"What is this about, Aro?" Caius snapped before Edward could answer. Just the question had Bella pulling Renesmee around into her arms, cradling her protectively against her chest.

"Something you've never dreamed of, my practical friend. Take a moment to ponder, for the justice we intended to deliver no longer applies."

Caius hissed in surprise at his words.

"Peace, brother," Aro cautioned soothingly and Edward's back muscles tightened. "Will you introduce me to your daughter?" he asked Edward again.

The air was thick with tension as Caius let out a venomous hiss, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. But he was not alone in his reaction. Edward, though reluctant, nodded in agreement. Renesmee had managed to win over the hearts of many, but not all. Aro, the leader of the ancients, always seemed to hold the power. If he were to side with Renesmee, what would become of us? The weight of the situation hung heavily in the air.

Aro's grip on Edward's hand remained firm, and he spoke in a low voice, answering a question that had yet to be voiced by the rest of us. The room fell silent, each of us holding our breath in anticipation of what was to come.

"I think a compromise on this one point is certainly acceptable, under the circumstances. We will meet in the middle."

Aro relinquished his grip on Edward's hand, and the latter pivoted towards us. Aro, however, didn't stray too far from Edward's side, draping his arm nonchalantly over Edward's shoulder as if they were bosom buddies. Yet, Aro's touch on Edward's skin remained unbroken. Together, they sauntered across the field, heading back to our side.

The rest of the guard trailed behind them, matching their strides in perfect unison. Aro lifted his hand in a careless gesture, not even bothering to glance back at his loyal followers.

"Hold, my dear ones. Truly, they mean us no harm if we are peaceable."

As the tension in the air thickened, the guards' reactions became more visceral, their protests punctuated by snarls and hisses. Yet, despite their unease, they remained steadfast in their positions. Meanwhile, Aro's shield, which had always been a reliable source of protection, now clung to him with a noticeable sense of fear, whimpering in anxious anticipation of what was to come.

"Master," she whispered.

"Don't fret, my love," he responded. "All is well."

"Perhaps you should bring a few members of your guard with us," Edward suggested. "It will make them more comfortable."

Aro nodded as if this was a wise observation he should have thought of himself.

He snapped his fingers twice. "Felix, Demetri."

Aro's nod was slow and deliberate, as if he was acknowledging a profound truth that he should have realised himself. His fingers snapped twice, and in an instant, two vampires appeared at his side, their faces identical to the first time I had seen them. The group of five came to a halt in the middle of the snow-covered field.

Edward's voice cut through the silence. "Bella, bring Renesmee... and a few friends."

Bella took a breath in deeply. Was he serious? The thought of bringing Renesmee into the heart of the conflict was terrifying. But she trusted Edward. He would know if Aro was planning something sinister.

Aro had three protectors on his side of the summit, so Bella decided to bring two with her. She chose Jacob and Emmett. It was an easy decision. Emmett was eager to join her, and Jacob couldn't bear to be left behind. Besides, if I went with them, they would discover my powers and my status as the maxima. Who knew what Aro and his Volturi would do? Both Jacob and Emmett nodded in agreement, and Emmett's grin widened.

Bella strode across the vast field, flanked by her protectors with Renesmee in tow. The guard rumbled with disapproval as they caught sight of the wolves. They didn't trust them, and their unease was palpable. Aro, however, waved away their protests with a flick of his hand.

Demetri's voice was a low murmur as he spoke to Edward. "Interesting company you keep."

Edward remained silent, but Jacob's growl was a clear indication of his displeasure.

They stopped a few yards from Aro, and Edward quickly joined them, taking Bella's hand. They stood in silence for a moment, facing each other. Felix greeted Bella with a cocky grin, his eyes darting to Jacob's every move.

"Hello again, Bella," he said.

Bella responded with a polite nod. Felix chuckled. "You look good. Immortality suits you."

"Thanks so much," Bella replied.

"It's too bad..." Felix trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished.

"Yes, too bad, isn't it?" Bella murmured.

Felix winked, and I let out a snarl as he spoke. There was something about his face that I just wanted to punch. Aro paid no attention to their exchange. He leaned his head to one side, fascinated.

"I hear her strange heart," he murmured, his voice almost musical. "I smell her strange scent." Then his hazy eyes shifted to Bella. "In truth, young Bella, immortality does become you most extraordinarily," he said. "It is as if you were designed for this life."

She nodded once in acknowledgement of his flattery.

"You liked my gift?" he asked.

"It's beautiful and very, very generous of you," she replied. "Thank you. I probably should have sent a note."

Aro laughed delightedly. "It's just a little something I had lying around. I thought it might complement your new face, and so it does."

A little hiss from the centre of the Volturi line. It seemed Jane wasn't happy about the fact that Aro had given Bella a present.

Aro cleared his throat to reclaim my attention. "May I greet your daughter, lovely Bella?" he asked sweetly.

Knowing her, Bella would just want to take Renesmee and run for it. But then they would kill them. Instead, she walked two slow steps forward. Aro's face beamed.

"But she's exquisite," he murmured. "So like you and Edward." And then louder, "Hello, Renesmee."

Renesmee looked at her mother quickly and Bella nodded.

"Hello, Aro," she answered formally in her high, ringing voice.

Aro's eyes were bemused.

"What is it?" Caius hissed from behind. He seemed infuriated by the need to ask.

"Half mortal, half immortal," Aro announced to him and the rest of the guard without turning his enthralled gaze from Renesmee. "Conceived so, and carried by this newborn while she was still human."

"Impossible," Caius scoffed.

"Do you think they've fooled me, then, brother?" Aro's expression was greatly amused, but Caius flinched. "Is the heartbeat you hear a trickery as well?"

Caius scowled, looking as chagrined as if Aro's gentle questions had been blows.

"Calmly and carefully, brother," Aro cautioned, still smiling at Renesmee. "I know well how you love your justice, but there is no justice in acting against this unique little one for her parentage. And so much to learn, so much to learn! I know you don't have my enthusiasm for collecting histories, but be tolerant with me, brother, as I add a chapter that stuns me with its improbability.

"We came expecting only justice and the sadness of false friends, but look what we have gained instead! A new, bright knowledge of ourselves, our possibilities."

With a graceful gesture, he extended his hand towards Renesmee, beckoning her to come closer. However, the young girl had other plans in mind. She leaned away from Bella, her body stretching upwards as she reached out to touch Aro's face with her delicate fingertips.

To everyone's surprise, Aro remained unfazed by Renesmee's bold move. Instead, his lips curled into a satisfied smile as he let out a contented sigh.

"Brilliant," he murmured, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

As Renesmee nestled back into her mother's embrace, her expression remained solemn and contemplative, as if she had just unlocked a secret that only she knew.

[atlanticcanada]

Schools closed, hundreds without power after freezing rain in the Maritimes

It’s an extra long Easter weekend for some students in the Maritimes. Snow, ice pellets, and freezing rain caused many schools in the region to close or delay opening Thursday.

All schools in Nova Scotia’s Lunenburg County are closed as well as schools in Antigonish Town and County and Guysborough County. Most other schools were delayed opening.

Many school buses in New Brunswick were running on a one-hour delay. Petitcodiac Regional School in Petitcodiac, N.B., is closed.

All schools on Prince Edward Island were delayed opening an hour.

WEATHER WARNINGS

A freezing rain warning remains in effect in Nova Scotia’s Queens County Thursday morning.

Environment Canada says most areas have warmed enough for the freezing rain to transition to rain, but inland areas remain just below freezing and some additional icing is possible.

The warning adds surfaces such as highways, roads, walkways and parking lots may become icy and slippery.

POWER OUTAGES

As of 9 a.m., there were nine unplanned outages in New Brunswick affecting 279 NB Power customers.

In Nova Scotia, there were 32 outages affecting 585 Nova Scotia Power customers. The largest outage was in the Truro area affecting more than 300 customers.

Meanwhile, there were only two outages in P.E.I. affecting Maritime Electric customers in Northam and Baie-Egmont.

TRAVEL

Halifax Stanfield International Airport advises travellers that Thursday's weather may cause flight delays or cancellations.

Good morning, please be advised that today's weather may cause flight delays or cancellations. Remember to confirm your flight status with your airline before heading to the airport, and give yourself plenty of extra time to get here safely. pic.twitter.com/hPuHj3Bp2Q

— Halifax Stanfield (@HfxStanfield) April 6, 2023

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