#muse; bella swan

[legaciestold]

@everythingheard (enzo) continued from x

no, bella supposes not all vampires do have the best manners, her dark hues scrunching up as she peers for anything in reach through the bars, enzo's words finally processing when her gaze comes up empty. she's seen what so called ripper vampires could do. she's seen what vampires who held control and chose not to utilize it could do. and, she's seen what vampires who did have control enough to be a doctor could do. though, perhaps, that vampire did have rather impeccable manners. strangely enough, if bella was going to miss any of that family, she thinks perhaps she misses that vampire most. or in the least, harbors the least upsetting feelings toward him because he had always been kind and even welcoming to her but he had also always been assuredly honest with her when she'd asked him things, even things edward or alice would usually skirt around. she was also pretty sure he wouldn't have approved of the whole leaving her to get lost in the middle of a massive forest thing.

he was edward's father too, in every way that mattered, and she didn't blame the man for following what seemed to be what his son wanted, to leave. and, despite the struggle she imagined befell him every time he went into the hospital, he strove forward to help others. carlisle was a hard man to hate or even feel ill will toward. she'd enjoyed their talks even if she didn't agree with some of his views. she rather thinks what'd happened with jasper was a point in favor of her argument on refraining from human blood (that could be gotten in a safe and unharming manner) wasn't doing anyone favors in relation to maintaining control. then again, she wasn't a vampire so what did she know? in any case, that man's family had been an anomaly and the majority of vampires she came across lately, present company exempted, lacked any form of manners. strange the tangents she allowed her mind to wander onto when her nerves were playing upon her at the notion of what she'd offered a moment prior. she'd never been bitten when she was willing, would it feel different than when it was forced?

enzo's next words bring her mind back in focus, throwing her for a loop. alright then, maybe feeding was off the table, at least until the bullet was out. "that's not surprising. i doubt he'd hit a bullseye on a dartboard." perhaps the comment is unkind toward maxfield, however, she didn't really care and well, if she was going to hate anyone other than victoria, maxfield was a prime candidate. she'd broken a pencil in half that one time he'd been spouting his hate and she'd had to sit there and pretend she agreed with him. she wasn't an inherently violent person under normal circumstances but a part of her had really wanted to shove it into his eye. "that makes sense. i really should have thought about that though, the healing around the bullet thing." a pause and then she speaks again. "i think we are well past the just met stage, after all, i did attempt to jailbreak you and now we're locked in a cell together." an attempt to bring some levity to the situation, if only to calm herself. "ask me again next time you get shot and i'll give it a go." she watches for a moment, seeing him lean against the wall and begin to pick at the wound. that's when she has to look away for even if she has conquered some of her aversion to blood that was too much.

frankly, she'd been more concerned with taking down vampires than how they healed lately. at least in respect to those victoria sent calling upon her and the campus. she turns around a moment later once she's fairly certain the bullet is out, and it was, though his wound seemed to fail to heal causing a frown to cross her features. so she wasn't completely wrong then. he would need to feed. as if he read her mind, his next words reveal as much, her dark hues meeting his and her heartbeat quickening. she had meant what she said, though her earlier ponderings also still apply. she isn't sure what to expect from a bite like this though she does, however much her father would have her head for such reckless faith, believe enzo won't actually harm her in any real way. he just needed to feed to heal. he wouldn't kill her.

"i did-- i do mean it. i want you to heal." bella states, a breath inhaling before she lets it out, allowing her feet to propel her a few steps toward him and giving him her hand. was he going to feed on her arm then and not her neck? was that how this was going to work? "i, um, where are you going to--" suddenly she feels more awkward than nervous, shifting her weight. "is it going to feel different because i'm giving you it willingly?" different than it did when she'd been bitten by james, she wonders and she thinks maybe he can infer from her previous statement. bella can't help her curiosity even if she knows she's going to find out in a few seconds anyway. "i won't change my mind either way. take what you need." and there was that trust again, the implications clear: she trusted he'd take what he needed to heal but not so much that it'd actually harm or hinder her. why did she trust him? bella wasn't sure, but she did trust him all the same.

[fatedtragedie]

“i want to tell you. but i don’t want you to see me differently.” (from Brayden West to Bella Swan) // i hope it's okay ♥

"Is it the abs? I mean I noticed that was different about you." She joked, before giving him a soft smile. "Whatever it is you want to tell me, its never going to make me see you differently. I promise."

[legaciestolda]

@myersbprd moved for beta from x

if the woman is honest, she isn’t surprised upon the revelation that locator spells were failing to work. bella may not have been involved in this shadow world that was hidden within their own for more than a few years, however, she’d learned quite a lot in that time. it hadn’t just been her father’s instruction or the histories of jake’s tribe but books she’d gained access to through her father’s connections and her own familial ones too. for once bonnie and bella had become aware of each other’s crash courses into this world, they had begun to bond in a way they never had during the few and far between family gatherings that they had attended together growing up-- even if they were on opposite sides of the country. ironic that they both found themselves tangled in the webs of magic and vampires. in any case, a whole new world had been opened up to her that reached far beyond the little edward had introduced her to and bella knew, at least in theory, that there were a variety of factors that could block locator spells. victoria was anything if not resourceful and bella was fairly certain the red-head knew she wasn’t a lone sitting duck. they both had resources and allies. though why anyone would throw their lot in with a psychopathic vampire bella couldn’t quite fathom. then again, she supposed, if victoria wasn’t using a witch, it was entirely possible one of her newly turned fledglings could have some kind of blocking power. 

she’s been there and done that already, perhaps too many times, though bella’s fairly certain she’s about to go stir crazy if she remains cooped up in the dining room any longer. besides, maybe a fresh set of eyes might catch something her and her father had missed. “anything’s better than staring at maps.” a shrug of her own shoulders follows his, her features upturning into a small grin of amusement. everything had felt so heavy lately, it was nice, if only for a moment, to have something light-hearted brought into play, even if it was merely a pun. “i’ll grab my coat and--” she pauses, dark hues drifting toward the living room couch where the young werewolf slept. if they woke him up she had no doubt that he’d want to join them. after all, he’d been bugging leah and jake to go with them earlier. but-- she wasn’t sure what exactly they could be met with tonight especially now that more people were at play on bella’s side. no, it was best to let him sleep for now. he’d no doubt end up in the fray soon enough anyway. “--lets go out the kitchen door, let him sleep.” she nods toward the living room before getting up from her chair and walking quietly to pick up her coat. “maybe we should walk. it’s only a few blocks to campus and my truck is just gonna draw attention. i still don’t know what everyone has against it. it might be a little rusty but it runs solid.” most of the time.

[daisyfield98]

[preciousbabyrat]

I only joined the phandom as an epic twilight reference btw

[crispyliza]

I bet in the far off future there's gonna be a Twilight reboot where Edward died of Covid 19 instead of the Spanish flu.

[deathdefyinggarlic]

there is no reason the twilight soundtrack needed to hit that hard, like in the year of our lord 2023 i will still blast that shit. the number of artists that worked on it???? insane

anyway back to streaming 'possibility' by lykke li for the 138493th time

[queenofglassbeliever]

Not the song lyrics "you set my soul alight" playing while Rosalie stares down Bella.

That's so sapphic.

[luminescenc1e]

Charlie was stuck in Port Angeles when he left Friday afternoon. The weather forecast had warned about possible snow, but no one could have imagined that the almost entire state of Washington would be incapacitated by over twenty inches of snow. Mike had called early in the morning to tell me that the store would be closed, and nothing in town would open, at least not until tomorrow, and that was if they were lucky - especially if the snow stopped.

So I went on my usual weekend routine, I washed the laundry, changed both mine and Charlie’s sheets, and put a frozen quiche pie in the oven while I made some salad. It was odd looking outside the kitchen window and seeing the blanket of snow, I had grown used to the persistent rain and fog that seemed to encapsulate the town ever since I came here. There was a knock at the door, and for a moment I was sure I imagined it, but then it happened again.

Walking down the hallway, I peered through the window and then cracked the door open. “ Jacob? How did you get here? Are you alright? Get in. ” Stepping back I let him walk into the house before closing the door behind him. “ You didn’t walk here did you? ” It wouldn’t surprise me if he did, if I could bet on anyone being brave - or crazy as Charlie would call him - to do something like this, it would be Jacob. “ Come in, get warm. ”

vi0lnt asked: ( SNOWED IN PROMPT ) bella swan + jacob black, <33 / MEME - accepting!

[roseguided]

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒, 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 setting into her chest at the gravity of whats being said. bella could never imagine being faced with a dilemma like that one ... nor would she want to be. it felt hard enough imagining it let alone living it. the tip of her converse digs into the ground long enough to kick a rock a mere few inches forward. it takes her a moment to gather herself, to lift her head & turned toward him, brown eyes, lighter under the overcast sun peaking through clouds, settle so easily onto jasper's features. she gazes at him with some sense of wanting to understand, with empathy. before she can speak, shoulders raise in a small shrug as if communicating 'whatever i say may not be enough, but i can try.'

@neverburied said, " THERE IS NOTHING ELSE IN THIS WORLD LIKE REALIZING YOU'RE GOING TO LIVE AND NOT BEING SURE YOU CAN. "

❛ jasper, ❜ his name is sighed out from her chest like the breath pushed through bella's nose. body turns, hands stuck in her pockets, more toward him so he has undivided attentions. ❛ i'm sorry you had to feel that, to deal with it when you did. ❜ comes bella's response & as expected, it feels grossly insignificant. ❛ but, ❜ bella pulls a smile onto her face in the hopes of lightening his mood. ❛ i'm glad you did. i'm glad you decided to live. for yourself, but for your family too. ❜ body gestures to inside the cullen home, ❛ alice. me, even. i-i .. i consider you a friend, y'know ? ❜

[mvndrvke]

headcanons. re: rigatoni cullen

obviously edward writers don't have to stick to this if they don't want to, but i think generally just with writing bella, i'm changing ravioli's name to maria after bella's grandma marie. if maria was a boy, they would've named him masen ( or mason ) for edward's original surname before he changed it. ik main characters naming their kids stupid things was a trend of major franchises in the 2000s/2010s ( cough hp cough ) i just. don't like it. so yea, roundabout's name is gonna be maria.

[legaciestold]

@skeletcnkey (mitchell) continued from long ago

how CRUEL a universe to pit light in an ever constant WAR with darkness. how cruel a universe to bring the two of them together if their now intermingled fate would lead to this. how cruel a universe that KILLER and RESURRECTOR should be one in the same; not a red-headed vampire– a devil in disguise– or a stranger, but a friend, no, that wasn’t quite the word… how cruel a universe, how so very cruel.

tension hangs within every atom of air like the collective gasp of a crowd watching a tight-rope act. there’s no net, NO SAFETY, only what feels like an infinite wrinkle in a strangely mundane timeline.

bella had been the MUNDANE, living a life where her biggest problem was taking care of her mother. and then she had become the performer: she was the new girl and then the one every girl wanted to be, she had fallen into a kind of first love– the kind of love you thought you’d give up your life for, you’d do anything to protect, the love that made you blind to the rest of the world, but so very happy until it would crash and burn around you– and she and felt pain, she had run with wolves and discovered hidden family secrets, she had lost and lost and been tested and tested with trial after trial until she was deemed ready for the main act. and then john mitchell had found her in that alley, a stake in one hand and a battle with a vampire commencing. one had to wonder how different this outcome may have been if it had been anyone else.

this place had been her greatest fears materialized. that night in the woods had played over and over, the ballet studio too. she had watched everyone she cared about murdered, always too slow to save them. she had watched herself become a MONSTER, her being the one to attack. she had even found herself back in forks, happy with Edward until the narrative had begun to change. no, it wasn’t right, he had never wanted her to become one, that had been her. she had been so YOUNG and NAIVE…and he wasn’t the one who she— it had taken that one to fully awaken her, only to find mitchell still under this maze’s brutal influence. and her present state and a stone room filled with blood and tissue was proof enough how that had turned out. maybe he should have succeeded in his efforts to tear into her body. maybe she should have succeeded in plunging that stake into his chest.. or her own. because he had killed her. he had eviserated everything she once was as his fangs butchered her. yes, this place had been her greatest NIGHTMARE, and now, it had made her such as well.

and yet…

she’d let go of the stake and flown through the air, nearly missing her mark until a hand grips her own and AWAKENS her in a new way. terror courses through her… she feels as if she’s crashing down…. mitchell’s hand holds tight and suddenly she has an almost IRONIC LIFELINE, lips parting as a collective gasp is released from her mind’s imagined crowd.

a single touch, A SHARED SENSATION, and bella is more alive as the undead than she ever had been as a living, breathing teenager. her mind begins to race, scents mingling. some part of her understands they should move on in this god-forsaken maze, that the walls seem to have eyes and if they want out they have to go forward, while another part is suddenly focusing on their joined hands, watching the vein in his wrist and letting her hues move upward, following that blue line. she wants them to leave this place, to SURVIVE this place, but her mind has suddenly become so cluttered, so LOST. this is what it means to be of the darkness, to experience that hunger that drives the undead…

when had she pushed him toward the wall, hands still gripped together? when had her features shifted again, but this time not out of anger or fear?

eyes widen, her forcing herself a step backward but not dropping his hand. there’s too much happening, too many emotions mixing with scents and hunger and the drive to just escape this HELLMOUTH or whatever one wanted to call this evil place. it all plays across her features as if they are windows into her mind and soul. and the struggle begins again, bella shaking her head frantically and trying to gather CONTROL. she needs to have her mind in the game, she needs to get them both out of there. she needs to feed before her death becomes a true death. before her death becomes her fate.

[ofaflower]

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[legaciestolda]

@everythingheard​ (enzo)

seattle had been ripe with new discoveries, a new world presented to her for while the dark-haired college student had been aware of the eldritch world that existed within what seemed to be a mundane one, this city was no forks. the inception of a system which partook in a delicate truce had been in existence far before she had even been bore into this world. factions controlled the city, a surprising number of beings living and working alongside humans. factions which now found themselves in chaos as accusations were thrown and victoria continued her war upon innocent people out of some psychotic need for revenge. here there were allies. here bella could call one of her father’s deputies to deal with the body of a vampire. here people were actively attempting to stop victoria’s plans. plans bella had been left exposed to when one family which had entered her life and become so engrained within it had decided to simply throw away the things they had once promised. while she could not be thankful for being left to endure victoria and her horrors, bella could be thankful that through the experience of loss she had built herself back up. that through the events which had followed, she had learned about her family, learned about what she was capable of. learned to protect herself because she refused to stand by and be prey. refused to stand by and let people get hurt in some game a vampire decided to thrust her into because victoria couldn’t accept that james had wrought his fate unto himself. he made the choice to target her. and that choice had spelled his end. 

what bella had not intended for in-between her classes and quest to hunt down victoria and her fledglings was to be thrust into the inner-workings of a secret society with ill intensions. horrific discoveries uncovered once she had allowed herself to be brought into their ranks. she had not corrected their assumptions of her attitude toward vampires though was unsettled that professor maxfield had somehow known the fate which had befallen her mother and step-father. perhaps it was ironic, that she had activ;ely sought to dispatch certain vampires and yet could still be disgusted by the treatment of others at the hands of the augustine society. once discovered, bella no more had the ability to stand by and allow their actions to continue than she could go without water. maybe if vampires didn’t have a choice in their actions she could accept it, though, even then bella was hard-pressed to ever believe she could condone torture and medical experiments upon a living or undead creature. they were still people, still felt pain, still deserved common decency and the simple fact was: they had a choice in their actions, or most which had not succumbed to a ripper-like state did. how professor maxfield who seemed so normal and respected by his students could justify what he was doing was beyond bella and prompted her to bring her father into play. 

it’s two weeks and a few more blood bags later when she finally gathers enough evidence that her father would be able to use to make some arrests. it might not be enough to take down the society as a whole, the theft of chemicals and supplies from campus to conduct off-the-books experiments but it was a start. it was something tangible. she uploads files and pictures to her dropbox, sending a text to her father and then makes her way to the cells in the basement. she knows she doesn’t have a lot of time and it does not help that she doesn’t have a solid plan in place for his escape. but maxfield wasn’t in the house. there was a small window. she could release enzo, they could get out before he came back. perhaps it was a risk, to place trust in a vampire who had been terrorized by a society for decades. he could kill her. she knew what some vampires were capable of. and yet, she chooses to have faith. they had a choice and she had never, in the short time they’d interacted, shown him unkindness unless forced to make comments in front of maxfield which were directly contradicted by her actions toward enzo in private-- or at least as private as could be when a camera was down there, her seeming to scribble notes in a notebook as a show. 

everything goes to hell, however, once she gets the cell open because, while she had managed to disable to camera, maxfield had been able to jump into action far quicker than she’d expected. a wooden bullet is sent hurling toward enzo, getting him in the shoulder and forcing him backward and when bella takes action to try and fight she finds herself with a bloody gash on the side of her face and thrust into the cell too. she tells maxfield he isn’t going to get away with this yet he barely acknowledges her, seemingly distressed by this course of events though not enough to remove her from the cell with a vampire when she was bleeding. he leaves them like that, blaming her for what fate he believes will befall her.

 bella was getting really tired of people justifying murder. 

he wasn’t any better than the vampires he seemed to hate so much. the only silver lining to this whole situation was that if her father didn’t have enough to take them down before, he certainly would once he’d be able to charge them with kidnapping and attempted murder of a student. 

“are you okay?” she questions enzo. there isn’t fear in her voice, at least not for herself, but there is concern for him. “uh-- we got to get that bullet out of you so you can start to heal and, uh, i guess i can give you some of my blood and then.. then we’ll figure out a next step.” she’s only half-talking to him really, trying to talk out  some sort of plan. one thing at a time. 

[roseguidedarc]

@cornerhaunt​  ASKED,  ❛  𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓.  ❜ / 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒆 @ 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂.

           𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  brows drawn together , lips slightly pressed to one another  &&  a revolving door of thoughts swimming about brown, doe eyes.   his words bring a sense of warmth to her chest, but in their wake she’s also filled with unanswered questions.  body shifts slightly as hand places itself against her bended knee where carlisle works on stitching a cut she’d gotten after slipping on a patch of ice.   would he ever tire of having to mend her wounds because she’s so . . clumsy, often uncoordinated ?    eyes focus upward on his soft features, the mesmerizing hue of   𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷   eyes she found so fascinating.     ;      ❝  i- . . . i’ll never understand why you, why edward, or why any of you think that.  ❞    a direct attack on herself, the peak of her question filled mind. shoulders give a little shrug,   ❝  i’m just a human.   i’m not super interesting or unique or-or special.   at least i don’t always see myself that way.  ❞    not spoke as an attempt to be purposely degrading of her character , but more of an   𝙾𝙱𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽   to what she thinks they should feel.   ❝  ordinary.  ❞   brown hair, pale, skinny , brown eyes—unremarkable.   bella decides to turn the question toward the good doctor cullen:  ❝  tell me then, carlisle,   why do you think I’m worth fighting for ?   what makes me special  ?  ❞

[miss-d-tiare]

OMFG HAPPY BDAY TWILIGHT!!!

These actually came later to my city and I can rightfully claim that I was practically of the first people to buy it and got my friends into it as well and we never expected it would become massive lol

So many good memories, awww

"How long have you been 17"

Since today, happy birthday Twilight!