#bellaswane

[4ugury]

4UGURY'S 2ND STARTER CALL, please feel free to like and request a muse !

bella & chris, ft. @bellaswane

ㅤHOLDING HER STEADY BY THE ELBOW, THICK AUGUST FOG DESCENDS UPON THEM. the roads of san fransisco were deceptively 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚝��𝚛𝚎, condensation clinging to every surface it could; store front windows streaked with tear like trails. this was the season for mist, and it held true to it's reputation by tripping up travelers that would expect something different of california weather. 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜, the bay brought in fret nearly every morning; and this one was no different; nearly taking a victim in the girl before him.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ" you okay? "

[repierce]

a gentle humming fills the living room of the cullen home. the light of the fireplace keeping shadows at bay. rosalie looks down on the almond eyes of her niece, juliet. how beautiful she is. a composition of bella’s warm brown hair, and edward’s sharp yet soft visage. how miraculous her existence. for as long as rosalie has lived, she had wanted a child of her own. but for all its impossibility, their family now had one of their own. a little girl to protect and to cherish, a little girl to love.

she sets juliet down in her crib. soft coo’s echoing to lull the child into a sleep. she hears her then. fast in her movements and devoid of sound. yet to another vampire, no motion goes unnoticed. statuesque figure turns swiftly, golden blonde ringlets swinging at her step. ❛ well well, look at you, my dear bella. the blood of the undead agrees with you. ❜ a teasing smirk, velvet lips curling upwards. ❛ for all my disagreement in your turning, i suppose we are all the better for it. after all- ❜ she glances back towards juliet. ❛ we have a gift. ❜ / @bellaswane.

[psifrost]

we are who we choose to be.

▊ ◊ ▊ *  sent from ( x )

𝘵���𝘢𝘵’𝘴   𝘯𝘰𝘵   𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦.   𝘪   𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵   𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦   𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.        to   be   alive   is   to   suffer.      i   still   feel.      i   will   always   be   a   slave   to   the   burden   of   emotion.   

something   unspoken   lingers   behind   her   lips,   begging   to   be   freed   though   she   bites   it   back!   faces   of   those   she   has   lost.   has   loved.   sizzling   like   a   roaring   blaze   in   the   depth   of   her   mind,   only   to   dissolve   away   to   ash   in   the   barren   hole   of   where   a   heart   used   to   stampede   with   vigor.   she   was   plagued   by   loss.   all   because   of   who   WHAT she   was.      would   anyone   choose   this   self   mutilation?   i   think   not!         

i   have   been   damned   by   my   family.   damned   by   lovers.   damned   by   society.   damn   them!         i   am   the   white   queen   ﹠   now   they   bow.   

her   voice   is   is   as   hollow   as   a   moonless   night.      cooing   out   words   that   taste   of   bitter   condescend  ﹠   as   frigid   as   the   namesake   of   her   being   :   frost   deliverance   of   pitiful   words   seep   from   her   maw   like   glacial   showers.         THE   TRUTH   MAY   HURT   TOO   MUCH      …

   ❝      i   suppose   it’s   better   to   stay   naive.   but one day you're bound to think otherwise.     ❞

[shesa1nt]

𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺.

cardigan is pulled around her , buttons fastened with shaking hands. gold and blue colors , easy to identify her as cheerleader from forks high. she offers @bellaswane a smile , soft and genuine. ❝ i'm really glad someone does. ❞ she is perceived as golden girl. perfect hair , glossed lips. chrissy cunningham was expected to be the image of perfection. at home , at school. in all of her pretending , she had forgotten what it was like to be herself. torn in the directions of what friends , her mother , everyone else wanted from her. she was crafted of cotton candy skies , and she was never allowed to be anything less. ❝ is forks still okay for you? ❞ she changes the subject from herself , instead now focusing on bella. ❝ it must have been a pretty big adjustment. ❞ they're partners for a history assignment. thankful it was bella , someone she wouldn't have to carry their grade for. the pair hadn't had much of a chance to talk , the new girl surrounded by the rest of their friends like vultures. ❝ i'm really sorry about my mom and her hundred questions. if you want , maybe next time we can do this at your house? ❞ a room that exists only in pink and lace. it suited a young girl more then it did someone their age. but it made laura cunningham happy , and that was all that mattered in their home.

[d1g1tal-d1ary]

"If I could dream at all, it would be about you.“ - Edward Cullen

[ginwhitlock]

-Midnight Sun

[boltnsmoved1]

" maybe a little nervous , but i think it's just normal pre-show jitters, you know ? but thank you , really , " he says, smiling over at her for a moment, scrapping out another spoonful of ice cream, small frown when she mentions the upcoming move. " yeah , not much longer , right ? " he muses, looking at his friend with a tilted head, nodding as she voices her concerns. " yeah , i get it , its a lot of big ones too . but you're going to be fine — besides , think about how quickly people get over a new kid here . i give it a week before you're like , absorbed into the school food pyramid or whatever , " he says, smiling over at her for a moment . " have you talked to him much , since the move was decided ? your dad , i mean ? "

" worrying more about the show? " nudging his arm, lightly chuckling in his direction. " i've gone to your practices. i think you're going to be great, troy. " she had faith in her friend, in his band. bella didn't care too much for music, in fact, it somewhat bored her. she enjoyed the quietness of her own surroundings. yet, in a few weeks, life would be different. bella would no longer be with the people she had known for years and no longer be in the place she was so familiar with. was leaving really the best choice? reminding herself like a mantra : [ it had to be. ] " sorry. i can't stop thinking about my move. " bella frowned momentarily before realizing and fixing her expression, " i transfer schools midsemester and i'll be the new kid. center of attention. " that caused shivers down her spine, " plus, i haven't seen my dad in years. " what type of parent would charlie be like? " a lot of changes, y'know? "

[yourfavoritetwihard]

she is me, i am her

[edwardcullenisavirgin]

Imagine how many times Bella missed the turn into the Cullen house for it to be established that Edward always drives them there because she’ll miss the turn LMFAO. And you know bella’s stubborn ass kept trying until Edward had to put his foot down. I envision that bella drove them to his house and she went in 10 circles because she ‘swears that’s she’ll find it eventually, she can’t just go in a circle’. Then on the last lap Alice calls and says “yeah she’s never finding it today, Edward take the wheel”

[2kinny]

[malec-damie-robsten]

Creaciones INCREÍBLES 💯 alguien sabe cómo hacerlo?

[sophaerie]

~Bella Swan~

More Twilight fanart! :)

instagram / twitter / bluesky / cara

[nymphomena]

So I watched episode 3...

[bvbwestfall]

I feel like this would be esme after emmett broke the TV

[rainynightenthusiast]

vampire's girlfriends outfit <3

[gooasis726twifics]

Daughters Of Darkness by GoOasis726 Chapter 50 is ✨LIVE✨

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50164783/chapters/126689515 FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14279611/1/Daughters-Of-Darkness