#Rosalie my beloved

[dark-tides-in-faerun]

I tend not to read ascended Astarion romances because it makes me too sad, but I will never not be obsessed by this story, because this really isn’t a Tav x Ascendant.

This is a story about a Rosalie, a broken hearted wizard who refused to stay after The Rite of Profane Ascension and who is struggling to come to terms with who Astarion is now, the part that she had to play in it, and the course of fate (read: astarion being a dick) that’s thrown them back into each others lives.

Anyway, long story short, it’s the DLC I would kill for with an Ascendant Lord that is complicated and genuinely terrifying, an OC that I literally adore, and a complex, beautiful plot that fucking smacks.

Honestly, if you haven’t read this, go read it. Just trust me, pls.

@howlsmovinglibrary - i tried to tag ur wecat account but failed miserably so here we are haha

[cullen-by-choice]

Say It… Out Loud

Series Masterlist

Carlisle Cullen x Fem!Witch!OC (Elise Dumont)

9/?

Warnings and Tags: Monsters, Bickering, Revelations, Arguments, An Obvious Reference to a Canon Moment ™️

Notes: Another reminder this is a non-canon depiction of characters and dynamics, etc. :)

please don’t ask me how I’m getting so much written recently I couldn’t tell you

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When she was young, she encountered a mermaid for the first time. They were not magical or kind creatures- ones that looked ugly as sin. Elise was four, staring over the side of a fishing boat of the harbor of Seattle.

She remembered the haunting, fishy humanoid staring up at her from beneath the water. While she was terrified, Elise found herself drawn. Wanting to reach her small hand out into the water, grab hold and let herself sink or swim.

Belle Dumont had screamed- shrill as nails on chalk- once she realized, pulling her daughter to safety. Elise had a disdain for open water for a few years, but all in all, it turned out fine.

Besides the feeling of dread, and horror.

~

She hadn’t felt that way again… until right about now.

Damn.

Elise policed her breathing, her hands glued to her steering wheel.

Amber eyes stayed upon her. She kept eye contact with it, not daring to blink. Elise swallowed as the eyes multiplied. Two pairs now drilled into her from a distance- once taller than the other.

Was it safe to get out of the car? Did they expect her to? She moved with a shaky hand, switching on her brights to get a better view of the creatures ahead of her.

Rosalie and Edward Cullen illuminated. Where a normal person might’ve been blinded by the lights, or been bugged by the downpour outside. They stayed focused on her, not even blinking as the water rushed down their cheeks.

She was staring at the end of the metaphorical barrel.

“… fuck.”

What was she gonna do? What was there to do? She couldn’t outrun them…. Well could she? Her phone was nearly dead- not enough time for emergencies. Who would even be able to help… against these creatures? These.. uncanny valley moving statues?

Something told her that was the wrong thing to do. That she wouldn’t make it, or get someone hurt.

That left her with one desperate idea.

This was gonna be stupid. But she now knew something. They knew she knew, it seemed. Maybe some answers could be given to her… before she died.

She let out a breath, pressing the unlock button on her ever withering car.

Elise had barely finished before she heard the car doors opening and shutting. Rosalie’s long, golden hair dripped with the water from the outside. Her jacket was soaked down to the bone. Edward scrounged into his seat in the back, looking like quite the gagged and drowned cat… perhaps that came more from his vibes…

“You can stop insulting me any day now,” the Cullen brother commented.

She mentally stopped. What?

“Really? Drowned cat?” Edward frowned.

“Oooh,” Rosalie narrowed her eyes, looking back at her brother, “She called you a drowned cat. Looks like someone is gonna be pouting for a week again.”

What an unusually domestic conversation for the context this whole situation had. Even paired with bickering.

The blonde turned around. Suddenly, Elise remembered she had some reason to be concerned. Edward had heard the whole insult in her head… Crap. What was this bullshit? Is this why her mother tried to keep her away?—

“Your mother, huh? Interesting,” his gaze darkened, meeting her eyes in the rear view mirror.

“You stop fucking doing that or I’m kicking you out of my car right now,” she fibbed. The terror at him knowing- just knowing- made her skin crawl.

“How about we all stop arguing?” Rosalie cut in.

The whirring of her poor car’s engine vibrates under Elise’s feet.

“Your car sounds terrible,” the stunning woman spoke impassively, looking down at the floor with a hint of disdain. “Let’s get driving.”

“And if I don’t wanna go on a drive with you two?” Elise asked, finding her will to talk.

“I don’t think any of us have much choice,” Edward muttered under his breath.

Like he was just as put out about this than she was. She had to spend time alone in a car with two predators- and even worse, she had to be stuck in a car with him.

He was right, nonetheless. Fucking prick…

Elise sighed, her shoulders relaxing, “You guys better know where you’re going already.”

~

The journey so far was…. Quiet. Still. Elise checked the clock again- 8:47pm. They had been driving for nearly thirty minutes. The storm outside of the car rumbled. Elise didn’t recognize the side road Rose had directed her to. They lived along the edge of town, opposite to where Elise’s cottage stood on the other side…

God. Nyx was still at home, probably wondering where her owner was. It was easy to see her little buddy concerned, staring at the window for any sign of the car. If she had to get out of this situation for anyone, it was for that feline...

Rosalie simply stared ahead, her mouth taut. Edward- as she could see in the mirror- had been staring out the window like he was some sad pop star. That also could describe him, if she was honest.

“Do you ever stop going on tirades?” Ed finally asked.

“I’ve been silent,” she glared up at the rear view, “this whole trip.”

“You’ve been an inconivience this whole time,” he muttered.

“Says the man who ruined my sweater.”

“Both of you, shut up,” Rose shook her head, before sparing a look to the man in the backseat, “You are a dick for that whole situation, though…”

They continued bickering, leaving Elise to be contemplative.

Lights ahead caught her attention. Panels of warmth, struck out against the darkness of the woods that surrounded it. It took her another few moments to register that it was a house- no. Fuck that. This monolith was a goddamn mansion.

The windows of the building touched roof to bottom, scattered along almost every wall. Well. So much for privacy…. Then again, she hadn’t even known this had existed. This might as well be the most secluded place in Forks.

She rolled up the driveway, trying hard to focus on parking properly and not gawking.

It didn’t take long for her to piece together that this was their-

“Home sweet home,” Rosalie sighed.

Elise placed her car into park near the entrance. Wow. This all looked so-

A figure suddenly standing at her door made her shout, leaning away from the door. She collided with the body in the passenger seat. Chilled, and strong. Rosalie made a noise of disdain, pushing Elise off of her.

“It’s just Carlisle,” the other woman audibly rolled her eyes, climbing out of the car.

Elise took a moment to confirm this fact. Carlisle had already had her door open. The rain had lessened in its momentum, just droplets falling onto his face. Sliding down his cheekbones, down the planes of his cheek-

“Can we get out now?” Edward bitched, moving out of the car.

Oh. Yes. This wholly bizarre affair still had to be dealt with. She moved to climb out of her vehicle.

Carlisle offered a hand to help her up. Almost like she had forgotten, she accepted. Her memory lapsed on the vampires, the messenger bag, the anticipation of the truth. She allowed Carlisle to guide her out of the car with grace, shutting the door behind them.

He let her hand drop, his eyes stuck on her face, “How are you this evening?”

Elise didn't know what to say. She had her share of the whimsical and terrifying in her life. The woman had walked hand in hand with the mythical and strange. To be frank, the witch thought anything new wouldn’t have thrown her off.

This had.

And it probably wouldn’t have, had Carlisle not been involved.

“Oh brother…” she heard Edward mutter again, moving around her to get into the house, “How about we all catch up away from the rain, huh?”

The blonde brother frowned, looking to where Edward was sulking off. He glanced at Elise, “Well. He’s right. We don’t want you getting pneumonia when you narrowly avoided it yesterday.”

Yesterday.

That fucker. He just confirmed it.

‘You’re a fool. Stay out of the rain.’

Oh my god.

He just confirmed it. Just barely. Maybe it had all been a touch distant before, but it had come out of his mouth. He looked her right in the face earlier- in the face! - and berated her about getting sick. How had she not seen it?

How did she miss the fact that the man in front of her was…

“You’re a vampire. You’re all vampires,” she found herself saying plainly.

He stared at her. She caught the movement of a raindrop rolling off of his eyelash, onto the mable of his cheek. The anticipation of the answer made the edges of her vision vignette itself.

“Elise…”

“Doctor- Carlisle, don’t lie to me right now. It’s all right out in front of me,” she spoke, her speech growing faster, “I felt like I was going crazy. Like I was catching all of the signs and fucking ignoring it. If this is some sort of scam, or trick, end it now. I have other important things that would love my attention- obligations that you have also interrupted and caused.”

Oh God. Jacob’s face, and wolf form, flashed behind her eyes. The vampires in this area had caused this. His transformation and pain. All of her hard work to suppress it- undone. This family could’ve been the entire reason her last year of (moderate) spell work was now fucking wasted.

But she couldn’t know until she knew. She needed him to answer.

“Say something!” she snapped, her chest growing tighter, “Say it! I wanna hear it, out loud!”

Carlisle stayed still. His eyes went through their thousand thoughts, mouth tightening for a moment.

He nodded, “Yes, Elise. I am a vampire- we are vampires. You’re right…. you’re right.”

Fuck.

She felt her knees go out, but she didn’t feel herself hit the ground.

~~~

Tag List: @not-ellie

[commic-jester]

girls when they remember their old pokemon oc

[tubesock86]

twilight girlies

[rose-lily-hale]

[chibishortdeath]

This is based off of an audio clip from Silent Hill, a game I sadly have not gotten to play yet :(, but I saw someone else’s animation of the clip and got really inspired by it. Idk if I’ll ever actually animate this scene or anything, but it got me to draw Hector and Julia so it was worth it lol

[prettythinginthehouse]

thinking about how the cullens don't have a dog nor any other animal in the house. this means rose planned out her dog bowl joke, specifically went shopping to pick it out and feed jacob with it. iconic queen cunt lesbian behavior. <3

[beevean]

I’ll even give you my life Without forgiveness or atonement

"Hector… I’m so glad I met you… I didn’t think that God was at the altar, but He still gave me the chance to meet you… I’m grateful.

Hector… Thank you for being born... for being here…"

"Hector?"

"Rosaly… Thank you…"

Even if everything in the world rejects me

As long as I have this warmth Let me live With you

"What’s the matter? I was exaggerating. Are you crying…?

Your hand is warm…"

[crowleys-dark-sunglasses]

Guys guys guys remember when- remember when Rosalie took off her glove AND AND OMG AND remember when she shook Campbell's hand!! With her gloves off!! For the very first time!! And then- and THEN!!! Campbell got SUPER EXCITED WITH THE BIGGEST SMILE AND DANCED !!

Yeah me neither... Wdym I'm totally normal about it??

[cherrybb-ily]

also the google doc for rosalie i have is, at this moment in time, 7 pages kinda bulleted(~) with a space between each one <3

[beammeupbroadway]

OCs as other characters

Tagged by the lovely @trashcatsnark ❤️

Tagging: @glitchinginthegarden @ctrl-altiera-delete @fereldanwench @nightcxty @wanderingaldecaldo and anyone else who wants to give it a shot!

rules: take this quiz and share 5 (or more! or less! the world is your oyster!) results from the top 50 that you feel really fit your oc(s). if you don't recognize very many from the top 50, feel free to expand into the top 100

Valerie Hill - Cyberpunk 2077

Cassie Thomas (Promising Young Woman): 88%

Beth Harmon (The Queen’s Gambit): 82%

Yennefer (The Witcher): 79%

B’Elanna Torres (Star Trek: Voyager): 78%

Elizabeth Swan (Pirates of the Caribbean): 77%

[womaniz]

just got twilight audiobook it’s over for everyone!!

[artemismatchalatte]

If the other Bronte fans murder me, it’s been real. 

I’m joking...kind of. 

[flippinpancakes64]

can you please write some headcanons for Carlisle with male reader who is a workaholic and Carlisle constantly has to remind him to go to bed (sometimes even having to drag him to bed)?

Carlisle Cullen with a workaholic Reader

Thank you for requesting and I hope you like this!

Again in your request you mentioned a male reader but I tried to make it more gender-neutral I hope that's okay

Also I tried doing something new... I tried actually writing a narrative story to go with this. Carlisle is one of my favorites and I got really inspired. Tell me if it sucks please like genuinely

Yeah edit here from after I'm done writing this, I got really carried away...

He understands what it's like to be obsessed with working

I mean he's been working for like 400 years

And he doesn't even need to

The only difference is that it doesn't matter if he spends all of his time working

He doesn't need to sleep, eat, or rest

He could literally do the most back-breaking labor in the world for two weeks straight with no breaks at all and he would be fine

A little bored but fine

But you?

This can't go on

For as long as you guys have been dating, he has noticed the same pattern repeats basically every week

You work yourself to the bone for like four days straight, he steps in finally and tells you to take it easy, you take it easy for a couple days, and then you're back at it

He understands, your work means a lot to you

But you mean a lot to him

So he does his best one day to show you what he means

You're sitting at Carlisle's desk in the Cullen house. You didn't even need to ask anymore to be able to use it. What's his is yours. It's late at night, the moon is high in the sky and the house has quieted down. No one is asleep, of course. And if you were awake enough, you would be able to hear the hushed, quick conversations taking place through the house. But as you sit at his desk, finishing some paperwork that didn't even need to be done for another week, your eyes were drooping.

This was the third day in a row that you had done this, and Carlisle was tired of it. He was sitting on the couch downstairs, not really paying attention to the show that Rosalie had on the TV, when he heard your breathing begin to slow. He heard your pen strokes become less and less frequent, and he finally heard you drop your pen altogether. With a sigh he stood up and ascended the stairs. And there you were, one hand propping your head up as your other arm laid atop the stack of papers sitting in front of you. Eyes closed, breathing even, peaceful.

He would have smiled at the sight if he wasn't so frustrated. He had no idea what to do anymore. No matter how many times he has asked, begged, pleaded, and bargained with you to just simply take care of yourself, you've never listened. All it's ever gotten him have been empty promises that end up with the both of you here again. Him watching his beloved human mate working themself to death.

So he starts on his final plan. Last ditch effort.

You wake up to the feel of your pen being taken from your lax hand. You blink the sleep out of your tired eyes to see your boyfriend standing above you with a smile on his face.

"Oh, hey," you say, yawning slightly. "I was just, uh, resting my eyes."

"Really?" He says with a hint of playfulness in his words. "Looked to me like you were sleeping. Maybe even like you're tired and ready to go to sleep for the night."

You sighed. "I told you already, I just need to finish these reports for Wednesday."

"Wednesday as in next Wednesday? As in a whole week from now?" He says with a frown, "Why do you need it done so soon?"

You groan in frustration, "I just do, okay? I've already told you I just like to be on top of things."

He sighs and grabs your face, forcing you to look at him. You shiver slightly at his cold hands. "This is not 'being on top of things,' this is full-on obsession," he says sternly.

You huff and pull your face away. "You're not one to talk. You work all of the time. So stop being a hypocrite."

"I'm not trying to argue. All I want is for you to see what you are doing to yourself, and to me." He sighs.

And that's when you finally let your eyes fall on the man that you love, really taking him in. His hair is disheveled, his eye bags are pronounced, his clothes are ruffled. This is the roughest you've ever seen him look.

"I'm worried about you," he says in explanation of his appearance. "I love you, I want- no I need you to take care of yourself. I worry, constantly."

You sit there stunned for a second, processing the fact that you have made this perfect man, the epitome of surreal beauty and professionalism, practically get on his knees and beg you to go to sleep. You steal a glance to the stack of papers on the desk, calling your name, crying for just one more to be completed. Your mind fills with the anxiety of turning in your paperwork late, the embarrassment of facing your boss, the stress of catching up. But one more look into his golden eyes and you stand up.

He flashes a blinding smile and drags you to your shared bedroom. He waits patiently, following you around as you change, brush your teeth, and finally crawl under the sheets.

It's only as you're cuddled up to him, looking into his beautiful eyes and stroking his handsome face that your thumb smudges something under his eye. Some more rubbing and the "eye bag" under his left eye is gone.

"You liar!" You gasp indignantly.

All he does is chuckle and kiss you.

Outside the door you can swear you hear Alice laugh lightly.

[svt-rosalie]

. . . ♡ ROSALIE ! ? 🌹 SCENARIO ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪ and the oscar goes to! ❫ ୧ ⊹ ࣪

© 2023 , svt-rosalie rosalie masterlist!

warnings. not beta read, spelling mistakes

The flashes of the cameras were overwhelming for the blonde haired girl. This felt so different yet so similar at the same time. Maybe it’s the air? No of course not that’s silly. Maybe it’s because it’s the Oscar’s surely? Yeah that’s it. It’s the night of the Oscar’s one of the biggest night in Rosalie’s entire solo career.

Rosalie posed to the best of her ability with her boyfriend’s hand held tightly in her’s to calm all her nerves racing throughout her body. It felt empty almost though . . . yes Rosie had one of the most beloved people in her life with her but that was one out of 12. Oh, how she wished she had her entire support system with her but Rosalie knew the members are watching the livestream back in their homes in South Korea right now.

Rosalie let out a breath of air, and finally was able to move away from the flashing camera lights. Her pink silk dress flowed beautifully in the wind and everyone could see the confidence radiating off of her (despite how nervous she was). Jihoon matched his girl perfectly with a pink suit with a flowy fabric on the shoulders, whilst there was a cut out on both side of his hips, showing just enough. Woozi’s hair was in its beautiful curly messy state, which made Rosalie want to run her hands through it but that’s for afterwards.

You’d think the two had just walked out of a magazine.

“Manager-nim wants us to head to the interview area, Rosebud.” Jihoon said into her ear. The younger girl nodded and followed there staff to the first interviewer of the night.

“Hello I have been waiting for you!” Amelia Dimoldenberg said with a smile. Rosie squealed and sped walked as fast as she could to the girl without tripping on her dress, definitely not causing anxiety for her boyfriend and team of staff/bodyguards for running off.

Rosalie gave the girl a hug, “Oh my goodness you don’t know how badly i’ve been wanting to get on your ‘Chicken Shop Date’ series. You are absolutely hilarious.”

“You’re kidding? Why haven’t you. I would love to go on a date with an Oscar nominated kpop star such as yourself Ms. Rosalie.” that made the korean-french girl giggle.

Pointing between herself and Jihoon she replies “Our company is stingy.” Rosalie playfully roles her eyes and translates what was said to her boyfriend as fast as she could while Amelia laughs.

“Well you two look absolutely stunning tonight, very excited to see you two perform ’What was I made for’ live.” Amelia states excitedly.

“We’re so excited to perform it as well! Jihoon oppa and I worked really hard on this song and weather we win or lose tonight, our other nominees are extremely talented so we are just honored to be here tonight. Truly.” Rosie again translated her statement for both her boyfriend and the fans from Korea watching at home.

Amelia nodded and congratulated them on their nomination before they had to walk to the next interview station.

Interview after interview Rosalie and Jihoon were finally able to head inside and find their seats which were sat comfortably on the edge of row four, right behind Greta Gerwig and just two rows away from Margot Robbie.

It felt like a dream to Rosalie, when she was just a little girl in France she would beg her Appa to find the right channel that all her favorite award shows were on so she could see all the stunning people walk the runway and accept awards. She dreamed of being there one day, and now she is.

Woozi who was on her right reached down and held his hand on the younger girls knee to stop it from shaking. “Jagiya, you’ve got to calm down. Everything will work itself out” She nodded and placed her own hand on top of his, playing with the ring on his pinky finger that adorned her own as well.

Time felt like it was moving as slow as molasses to Rosie before they finally got her category.

“And the Oscar goes to . . . Rosalie ‘What was I made for’” said Ariana Grande the presenter for Best Song along side Cynthia Erivo.

Rosalie gasped, mouth opened wide in shock before look to the side at Jihoon needing confirmation that what was said was her name. When her boyfriend nodded she squealed and gave him a big kiss, grabbing the sides of his face a little to excitedly. This elicited a laugh out of Jihoon before he ushered the girl up to hug Greta and Margot.

Rosalie and Jihoon walked up together to the stage a huge smiled adorned both their faces, hand in hand. Rosie accepted the award from Ariana’s hand before excitedly going in for a hug. Jihoon was behind her shaking hands and hugging Cynthia giving his thanks before the two switched and Woozi was shaking hands with Ariana whilst Rosie hugged the life out of Cynthia, too excited for her own good.

“Oh my gosh.” Was the first thing out of Rosalie’s mouth when she got to the microphone. This had some of the erupting into laughter but what caused them to laugh even longer was her next statement. “Cillian Murphy, OMG, big fan. Hi, love your work!” She squealed slightly waving in aww, being the fangirl she is.

“This is crazy! I am in actual aww of everything that’s happening tonight and I owe all of my gratitude and thanks to Greta Gerwig for getting in contact with my company and allowing me to make a song for the amazing and inspiring Barbie movie. I would also like to thank the amazing man next to me, my lovely boyfriend Jihoon for producing and co-writing this song with me — without him this song would probably not have seen the light of day. So thank you.” Said man was blushing next to her as she continued to speak.

“If you had told little 7 year old Rosie that she would one day be attending the Oscar’s for Best Song. . . she’d probably believe you.” She laughs “No I’m kidding, I would definitely be like ‘Yeah right I want to be a ballerina, nice try though!’”

“Thank you to the Academy for everything and again I am so honored to be standing in a room with all of you and hope I can continue to make music that moves people and uplifts those who just need a little push. Thank you!” Rosalie gave a bright smile holding up her award before hugging the presenters one last time.

Rosalie was jumping up and down, absolutely ecstatic with the night.

“The oppa’s are gonna be so jealous of us!”

Woozi agreed with a smile of adoration on his face. It’s definitely a night for the history books.

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[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

I’m not sure if you’ve ever said anything about this, but the first time I read new moon, the vote chapter, there was one bit that really stuck out:

(from Bella’s point of view) Edward grabbed my face in his hand, forcing me to look at him. His other hand was out, palm toward Carlisle. Carlisle ignored that.

Bella later went on to say it was hard to talk clearly with how Edward was holding her jaw. I don’t know if I’ve misunderstood what exactly was happening, but why did the entire family watch that and do nothing? I’ve read the metas where you’ve said it’d take a lot for Carlisle to realise what Edward really is, but surely that’s a pretty massive indicator and Carlisle actively ignored it?

Anon, you're hilarious.

An Aside in Which I Say "Look in the Mirror"

I've been running this blog for a few years now (a terrifying thought) and I'm both a) one of the most critical of Edward in this space (which is not a bad thing, mind, people are free to do what they like) b) often get asks in which I am asked by anons to justify why I think poorly of Edward.

This is on top of the thousands of metas I've written pointing out various things from canon, where I've presented many arguments, and anons still will ask me to make more arguments.

This is fandom, anon, relatively objective observers who are privy to information the characters in the story don't have. We know Bella's exact thoughts, we know how Edward has interacted with her in private, and we even know Edward's private thoughts for at least the duration of Twilight because of Midnight Sun.

AND YET, I AM HERE.

And you ask this as if it should be obvious to the most casual observer.

Back to Your Ask

I've discussed this at length in posts I'm too lazy to look up at the moment but the crux of it is that

a) Edward's a beloved family member and it's deeply hard to think ill of those we love and we want to justify their actions

b) the family doesn't see most of what goes on with Bella and are only told things by Alice and Edward with Alice being firmly on Edward's side

c) Due to his having previously had a redemption arc in which Edward came back unprompted to the diet even though it must have been not only humiliating but terrifying, Edward comes across as one of the Cullens who best understands that human life is worth protecting and just why they're all doing the diet.

This particular moment though, I'd also give Edward a pass if I was present. To touch Bella at all, to move her like this, Edward has to be extraordinarily gentle and careful. If he was at all rough with her, at all, Bella would be dead or seriously injured (with her jaw crushed between Edward's fingers, her neck snapped, etc.) Basically, for Edward to do this at all, he's being incredibly mindful and the Cullens as vampires are very aware of that.

Add onto that that Bella can speak, when this is a guy who's hand is made of stone, he has to be holding her incredibly gently from his perspective for her to be able to speak at all (and not have a broken jaw).

Also from the outside perspective, where Bella and Edward are in this romantic relationship (even though they just got out of being broken up) and they all know Edward's deeply in love with Bella, this looks like an intimate gesture than it does a "LOOK AT ME" gesture. It's not something any of them would do, or a normal person would, but they're also not dating Bella/convinced they're soulmates with her.

Add into that that they're in the middle of a very intense day, in which Edward had just tried to kill himself and is very emotionally fragile, Bella's now asking to be turned directly, the Volturi barely pardoned them, and Edward is coming unglued with the idea that Bella's going to be turned and the Cullens aren't at the top of their game.

They're just trying to get through the conversation where they tell Edward (and Rosalie) that, yes, they actually do have to turn Bella.

This doesn't register as physical violence to them, and I don't blame them for this one.