#stop the roc

[yeswearemagazine]

The Side Look of a Barcelonese #2 052 : Casa Batlló, Antoni Gaudí, 1 906, Barcelona. © Stop the Roc :

The Side Look of a Barcelonese #2 052 : Casa Batlló, Antoni Gaudí, 1 906, Barcelona. © Stop the Roc :

[atomic-chronoscaph]

The 7th Voyage of Sinbad - Promotional stills (1958)

[whump-queen]

whumpee tries to fight back and bite whumper’s arm—but as soon as they latch their teeth around their skin, whumper slams them into the floor and shoves their arm down painfully into whumpee’s mouth, wedging bone between their teeth and prying their jaw open to the point where the joint threatens to dislocate—

until they finally stop struggling and stay put, nice and limp and pliant with their mouth stretched open wide, their jaw and tongue still twitching around whumper’s skin.

[polyphonial]

oohhh for the drawing suggestions mayhaps something roots of chaos series? 👀

haii you get two cause you're epic 🫶🫶

[ID: two coloured digital bust drawings of characters from The Priory of the Orange Tree. The first shows Eadaz du Zāla uq-Nāra, a thin black woman with dark brown skin, eyes and coily hair in a low ponytail. She smiles gently, looking to the left, a small white flower behind her ear. There is an peach circle with a flowering branch on it behind her.

The second shows Tané Miduchi, a stocky asian woman with light brown skin and black hair and eyes. Her hair is pulled into a tight top knot and she wears teal clothes. She has a fish-hook shaped scar on her cheek and looks to the right neutrally. Text next to her reads: "Nayimathum r u seeing this shit". End ID.]

[rocketturtle4]

How much is Mew playing stop, slow, go?

(I'm shadowbanned fyi so no idea how posting is going to go)

Okay so I had a thought about the tricolours of Mews shirt and beadspread but I had planned to leave it, until I saw this gifset by @raypakorn (partially used below) and then I had MORE Thoughts and then I watched OF again (again again again) and then I started spiralling SO

Have some thoughts that aren't a real theory yet. (@waitmyturtles as asked although not sure @ing will work right now)

From the opening we get red, green and white wristbands. I had several side convos with people (@anon451 +(@plantsarepeopletoo posted some other Mew related thoughts we discussed here)) about whether white was about sexuality or about pace or virgin status (there are, for the record, other people wearing white wristbads in the bar)

but after seeing the above linked gifset I became pretty sure white = yellow = slow (already a prevailing theory I think)

Mew wears tricolours in both his initial meeting of Top at the bar and his later return to the bar before taking top home with him. (That I think is evidence of this theory if it is a theory applying to only Mew ftr (and maybe Top when with Mew))

yellow, red, green on the top in shapes (I'll talk about the yellow background in a mo)

also his t-shirt above is yellow

tricolours again - yellow, red, green stripes this time

Later when we're making out we initially have green go:

(chairs and grapes)

but when Top tries to start things again after Mew stops them:

we're back in yellow for slow.

Also the bed scene

both on yellow (pillows), mew leaning into red

mew moves onto the green.

(For the record this bed spread also looks kind of blue however for the purpose of GO I am not sure the distinction is important because in a side convo with @plantsarepeopletoo and @anon451 and @lurkingteapot we discussed how the green go in some countries (like Japan) is blue AND in terms of light and primary colouts, blue is a primary colour that is needed to make green in painting etc but green is the colour needed to make blue in the light spectrum I'm pretty sure, so like blue/green is being considered equivalent here)

(Edit for additional info, from @lurkingteapot: ao (written 青, also read sei) is a colour that spans a spectrum of both what English calls blue and green, and it also means "fresh" in the sense of "green behind the ears" -- young leaves are aoba, aozameru is to turn green/pale (in the face), seinen is young men around twenty. To make matters more complicated, 蒼 (sou; deep blue) and 碧 (heki/hyaku; jade green) can ALSO both be read "ao", so it's sort of like, idk … English calls both blue and light blue "blue", but in Japanese, light blue is "mizuiro" ("the colour of water")? Colour boundaries just shift across language in fascinating ways)

(Edit also a helpful video about colours and how language shapes them @anon451)

ALSO there was a post going round saying the days of the week montage was linked to mew and the writing is yellow again (it is also yellow in the intro bit where we start with Mew)

So how much, for Mew specifically, are yellow and green (and red) important? I dunno.

BUT

In the days montage we have top in blue then green then green then blue again (blue=green=go = Mew is happy with current events)

does this mean something??? IDK but nobody else wears colours as much

The bar lighting is also interesing. Mew is introduced in yellow 1/4

Meets top in Yellow 1/4

and later in 4/4 sits with Top in yellow

despite the fact that when Chaeum sat next to him

they were not both in the yellow.

(if anyones curious bar also has Red = Stage area and Green = bathroom but I am focusing on Mew here because I am not sure the colours matter to anyone else...)

MORE YELLOW

Mews intro shot on a yellow couch to go with his yellow bookcase

(also side note most of the other intro's have tints of red or less colour but tops is just like GREEEEEN+blue):

Mew and top lighting during the confession scene:

top in blue, mew in yellow.

Does it mean anything? I don't know

current not really a theory is that yellow = slow = control

Because this is A LOT of yellow for it not to mean things.

[tragedykery]

[ID: text from a day of fallen night. highlighted text is marked with asterisks.

It had a domed roof and two windcatchers. Tunuva waited outside, grateful Canthe had come. Every sister could track, but *Tunuva had always been inclined towards introspection and stillness, calmest in forest and mountains. Cities overwhelmed her senses.*

/end ID]

autistic queen <3

[votava-records]

The Cloaks (Awol One & Gel Roc) - Hold Your Breath feat. Sir Beans

Raps by Awol One and Gel Roc Beats/production by Awkward Scratches by Sir Beans, Dj D-Styles, and Roach The Dj Featuring: Aceyalone, Brevi, Demrick, Dose One, Megabusive, Mestizo, Pawz1, Quaesar

[halodwolf]

spotify will bend over backwards to call any kind of rock or metal that doesnt quite fit any other label "alt rock" and it makes me want to chew glass

[vampirebiter]

im wearing the glittery berserk shirt to easter dinner and not even jessie crisco himself, freshly risen like a loaf of bread, can stop me

[atomic-chronoscaph]

The 7th Voyage of Sinbad - art by William Stout (2003)

[orcelito]

What they don't tell you about crying 14 times in one night is that it sucks very bad actually

I think I'm done crying for now lol

[ninjasmudge]

i couldnt stop thinking about the idea of a toww whos *extremely* manipulative. ive always seen narinder (when he was toww) as a prick, yeah, but fairly straightforward with lamb.

this version (mahendra, a genet) seems very nice on first meeting, and goat (ezra) was completely taken in, but he considers all his vessels to be his playthings. its a big shame he started falling for this one because they make him SO mad just by existing.

ezra is basically the opposite to lamb, hes not a natural at managing a cult, he uses fear to keep people in line but quitly finds it kind of distasteful, and he was completely duped by mahendras story of being the victim.

ezra cant help but let her live once defeated, and she wastes no time getting back to being smarmy. the two of them have a horrible but hot situationship going on

songs for vibes include grenadine by dreadlight for mahendra and used to the darkness by des rocs for ezra

[idesofrevolution]

Quality Time

*PING* Rocco looked down and smiles. He'd been wondering what Carlo and their father had been up to for the past week. Ever since their mother left a couple of years back, their father had been relatively distant- choosing to spend his hours away from the office at the gym instead of at home with his sons. To be fair, Rocco had left the house at 18, and now at 24 he wasn't home as often as he'd hoped. Nonetheless, it took both boys by shock when their relatively distant father decided to take a month off of work to spend some "quality time" with his sons. Carlo got the first two weeks, and Rocco would have the second. What they were in for, their father wouldn't say.

Hey, Roc. Dad wants us all to meet up tonight. We're at the gym on Broad Street, meet us there in 30 minutes.

The text was odd, definitely different than the normally chipper tone his brother is known for having. There wasn't even a single emoji... Rocco had hoped that everything would go well, but from the curtness of Carlo's message, it wasn't looking good. He sighed, walking his lanky ass over to the closet and throwing on some clothes, wasting no time making the 20 minute walk down to Broad street. The dim neon glow of the Planet Jacked sign illuminated the front of the strip mall; at 9PM on a Wednesday, the gym was the only business open compared to the vacant suites and GameStop next door.

Rocco pulled open the door, pulling out his phone to text Carlo that he'd arrived. The response was immediate:

In the kettlebell room. Hurry up.

Something did feel off, but Rocco had dismissed it as an irritated Carlo trying to pawn their gruff and macho dad off on him. Neither were "manly men" by their father's standards, not that he'd ever treated them poorly by any means. It just meant that they had little to nigh in common with eachother, and little to build a very "buddy buddy" relationship on. But, at least he was making an effort.

Rocco made his way through the gym floor, weaving through benches and weight machines to the double glass doors that houses the calisthenics room. He pushed open the door, and walked inside. Right off the bat, his suspicions that something was off were proven to be justified as he saw his brother flexing in the mirror. Or at least, he thought it was his brother. The man had Carlo's likeness: his short stature, his green eyes, the black and green headphones... but this was not his brother.

Carlo was easily 100 lbs of muscle heavier than when he'd left with their father on Monday morning. His hair was buzzed short, his formerly friendly face now scowled an aggressive smoulder, his arms and legs were bursting with hard muscle. Compared to the 5'2" skinny 19 year old Rocco had known, this man might as well have been a stranger.

"Get my bag over there, gotta shower and change." His voice was harsh, gruff... as if he'd smoked eight cigars before working out. He remained flexing in the mirror, as Rocco stood there gobsmacked. His eyes quickly shifted from his physique to his brother standing perplexed at the door. "You gonna sit and stare or are we gonna get going?" Rocco slowly walked over to Carlo's gym bag, picking it up and straining to shlep it over his shoulder. "Jesus, Roc. We've got to get you into the gym. C'mon, let's go." Carlo turned and walked out of the room, with Rocco hastening to meet his pace.

"Uh, Carlo... Did you... take something? I mean, I'm not accusing you of anything, but how did you..."

"Get this fuckin' jacked? Dad helped out a bit." Outside of Rocco's eyesight, Carlo smirked devilishly. He sneered, hocking a mouthful of spit onto the garbage can. Rocco nearly dropped the bag and bolted. This couldn't be the sweet, naive little brother he'd grown up with. If anything, he was acting more like their father than himself. As they entered the locker room, Carlo stopped at the mirror again, pinching his chin as if he were checking himself out in the mirror. "Yeah, Dad was saying he wanted me to try some pussy this week, and that girls liked a guy with guns. Heh, it worked." He flexed his massive arms, the putrid scent of heavy unwashed musk wafted from his pits as he did. Rocco pinched his nose, dropping the gym bag onto the bench.

"Since when have you been interested in girls?" Rocco spoke with genuine concern in his voice. Carlo had been an out and proud gay man for years now. Their father never understood it, but it never really bothered him any. To him, as long as his sons were 'getting some' then all was well. But this, combined with Carlo's inflated ego and body...

"Since I felt like it. Thought I'd give breedin' a try. After six girls this week, I'm tuckered out." Carlo sauntered toward the shower stalls, tossing his hat and headphones to his brother before turning to face him. "Dad will be here in a minute, just wait here." With that, he walked into the stall, and Rocco could hear the water starting to flow. He fell backward onto the bench, awestruck. Turning to the bag, Rocco imagined vials and vials of steroids and testosterone hiding within. It was the only logical explanation. Taking a deep breath, he slowly unzipped the bag, and ripped the top open to reveal:

Nothing. Carlos' normal street clothes, albeit a bit stretched out now, and an empty shaker bottle. No drugs, no syringes, nothing incriminating whatsoever. Whatever had happened to him, it wasn't due to roid rage.

"NNNNUGUUHHHH" Carlo's voice echoed in the empty locker room over the sound of the showerhead. Rocco stood up quickly, darting toward the shower stalls. Before he could ask if his brother was okay, the noises began. Wet noises- unaffiliated with the running shower. Rocco slowly crept closer, and the sounds had become clearer. Slimy schlorps and squelches combined with Carlo's moans of seeming pleasure. Was he fucking a pocket pussy? Surely not, he assumed, though in the back of his mind, the brother he'd seen was not the Carlo he knew. "uuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNAGHHHHHH!" One final moan and a rubbery slurp, and the room was silent again.

Rocco quickly rushed to the end stall, ready to rip the white curtain open, only for it to open on it's own: revealing the hulking figure of his father. The shock was palpable, as thick as the steam in the air. His father towered above him, as he always did, a massive slab of hard meat with a face. Sweat dripped from every part of his hulking body, and his face was already plastered with a surprised expression. As if he weren't expecting Rocco to see him yet.

"Dad... Is Carlo oka..." Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, he saw his brother slumped over on the shower seat, passed out under the hot streams of water: still in the shorts and running shoes he'd been wearing moments ago. His muscled body could barely bend at the waist, so his limp torso sat at a slight angle to the rest of his body. Rocco turned to his father, whose expression hadn't yet changed.

"I said I'd be there in a minute, Roc." The limber young man tried to rush to his passed out brother, only for the iron grip of his father to stop him in his tracks. "He'll be fine. He'll wake up just the way you know him, with a couple of extra pounds. Don't you worry."

"Dad, what the fuck is going on?" Rocco shouted at his father, whose brows began to furrow. The hulking man grabbed the white curtain, shutting it behind his son. Slowly the look of shock turned to one of seriousness, and a twinge of nervousness shot down Rocco's spine.

"I'm on vacation, Roc. With my boy. And now it's your turn to spend some time with your old man." Rocco took a step back, confused and anxious. "You're what, 24 now? Let me tell you something, Roc. When you hit 50, it doesn't matter if you're the sexiest god damn man alive- women just don't look at you the same. They take one look at you and see a stacked old man. They look at you like you're disgusting, Roc. I just wanted things to be the way they used to, when I was your age." Another step backward, and Rocco felt himself pinned against the wall. "It doesn't hurt. Carlo said it felt damn good. He'll wake up feelin' like a million bucks and go right back to sticking that greasy pole into some man ass. Might even be better than before. But you..." His father leaned in against the wall, the wafting stench of his BO encircling the two. "You swing both ways. So will you do your pop a favor, Roc?" Rocco swallowed his spit, as his father leaned in until they stood inches from eacother, eye to eye.

"W... What kind of favor?"

"Let me be young again. Just for a couple weeks. I'll hop back in Carlo if things get out of hand, he's already said he's good with it. Let your old man take you for a spin, show you how I used to do it back in the day. Then at the end of the month, I hop right out. Deal?" His father stuck his hand out, waiting for him to accept this insane deal. Rocco turned to his brother, slowly coming back to consciousness.

"... One week. And if you don't fuck things up, I'll think about the other two." His father smiled as Rocco shook his hand in agreement.

"Turn around, boy. And just take some deep breaths." Rocco did as he was told, slowly turning around and placing his hand onto the brown tiled wall. He could hear Carlo coming to, and hearing the wet clap of his father's hands rubbing together. "Alright, boy. It's gonna be tight, deep breath!" Rocco took a slow inhale, feeling a strange tingling sensation as he felt his father's hands on his bony shoulderblades. As he exhaled, he could feel the calloused hands slowly sink into his back. "Ohhhh, fuck." His father's gravelly bass voice growled in the cavernous room, soaring above the wet schlorps of his huge arms slowly sinking deeper into his son. Rocco watched as his father's hands appeared beneath the skin of his arms, the outline of his fingers sliding down his biceps and forearms was quickly followed by the sounds of rubbery creaks as his father's considerable muscles slid into his own. Bones cracked and skin stretched as powerful biceps and firm forearms swelled with the invasion, as his father's hands slipped into his own like two tight gloves. His meaty fingers cracked under their own volition, as his father flexed his new triceps.

"Da... Dad? Oh fuck, Roc! It's your turn now, huh, bro?" Carlo's chipper voice cut through the wet sloshing as his father stepped forward, shoving his huge sweaty feet forward into Rocco's heels, immediately swelling to fit his size 14 boats. His father's ripe foot sweat started to pour from his soles while his calves started to sink in as well. "Feels great, right? I mean look at me? Dad promised a rockin' bod, and I mean, fuck! What guy is gonna turn me down now?" Rocco continued his deep breaths, trying to ignore his brother's bizarrely normal demeanor.

"Boy, you remember what your dad taught you. Take control, and fuck hard. They'll be beggin' for that cock." As the words left his father's mouth, he thrust his groin against Rocco's rear, letting his son's skin wrap around his thick ass as he slid his beer can dick into the sheath of his boy's- quickly swelling thick and musky as his balls grew into the size of clementines.

"Roc, just wait. Dad's gonna take good care of you. We're closer than ever, right pop?" His father's hard, hairy torso sank quickly into Rocco, his back expanding as his body fully enveloped his father up to their necks. Massive, juicy pecs and washboard abs pressed against his taut skin, and sputterings of the old man's hair started to sprout across his legs, arms, and chest. Rocco looked down at his massive body, no longer under his control, inflated with his father's stature. He could feel the scratchy scruff of the old man's beard against the nape of his neck.

"Alright, boy. Let me just slide..." He felt his father's nose press against the back of his head, and as it sank in, his vision became fuzzy. "Right..." His neck bulged and stretched, his jaw clenched and sharpened. "On..." His hair grew thick and messy, his eyebrows fuller and lower. As the last of his head was swallowed by the back of Rocco's head, a final crack of his neck and a slow exhale signaled that Rocco had already sank into the recesses of his mind. Facial hair sprouted across his chiseled jawline, as he smiled his pearly white teeth. "In." His father's gravelly tone now bellowed deep from within. He pushed himself off the wall, stretching his now 6'3" body, dripping in his old man's fragrant sweat. Turning to Carlo, he raised his eyebrow.

"Alright, boy. Let's go get some ass."

---

"Yeah, this is my brother's place, we'll be alone here. Don't you worry!" Carlo led the couple into Rocco's apartment, the boyfriend ogling his juicy ass as they walked inside. "Yeah, he's in the other room. This way." Carlo smiled as he threw his arm around the duo, the woman blushing as she turned to him.

"You sure he's down for this?" Carlo only smirked as he opened the door to the bedroom, revealing 'Rocco' in all his glory, swiping through the endless supply of thirsty messages on his Taimi. The couple's jaws dropped at the very sight of him, fresh from the gym, smelling of a locker room right after a basketball tournament.

"Oh wow... Uh, Hi there... I'm Victoria and this is Ollie..." 'Rocco' barely looked up from his phone, picking up his ripe gym shoe and socks, and tossing them to Ollie.

"Sniff, boy. When you're done with that, you can do the same for my brother." The boyfriend eagerly started to huff the stinking sock, moaning in pleasure as he did. "And you..." He put his phone down onto the table, turning to Victoria with a wry smirk. "Come show daddy some love."

[vigilante-3073]

Daddy's Credit Card

Cullen Family x Female Vampire Reader (Platonic)

PART 5

Summary: The Newborn army arrives in Forks and the threat to Bella's life is sizable. Edward worries that the alliance with the wolves won't be enough to keep her safe.

TW: Mentions of fighting, blood and death, lack of regard for the feelings of others.

The Cullen family stood in the clearing as they waited for the arrival of the Newborns from Seattle. The pile of bodies the Newborns had left behind proved that they were a substantially large group of individuals with an unmatched bloodlust. The trees in the area had been smeared with Bella's blood, drawing them to the battlegrounds. The stage was set and everyone hoped that they were prepared enough to prevail.

Edward knew that no amount of training could guarantee them a victory over such strong beings. One misstep from anyone, whether it be wolves or vampires, could result in the deaths of everyone who volunteered to participate in such a dangerous fight.

Bella pushed for Edward to stay with her while also remaining close to the battle. The decision had been made to set up camp in the mountains where Edward could still use his powers to monitor the fight. Jacob Black had carried Bella up the mountain to a spot where Edward was waiting.

The werewolf's scent was strong enough to disguise Bella's and Edward could only hope that all of the safeguards they put in place would be worth it.

Edward felt a change in the air when the Newborns arrived, anxiety settling in his stomach as he moved quickly through the thoughts of his family members. He felt powerless, the only thing he could do was move between the thoughts of his coven members to keep tabs on them.

The fight was going well, everyone was still standing while taking out the Newborns with ease. But Edward could tell that the sheer amount of red-eyed vampires was quickly beginning to overwhelm them.

Bella stood close to Edward, shifting uncomfortably on her feet as her heart raced in her chest. The silence continued to stretch on and she could feel her anxiety growing.

Edward heard her heart rate speed up, he managed to mutter a few small updates to her about the battle before something caught his attention. A Newborn had changed sides, tearing other newly transformed vampires to shreds. It was a mess of bodies being broken apart, the dismembered parts falling to the damp ground like the carefully sculpted stone of a statue.

The ravenous hunger of the Newborns had been turned against them, more and more members of the army turning on their own kind.

"What's happening?" Bella questioned nervously.

"Y/N," He mumbled, finally locating her in the outskirts of the forest.

Y/N used her powers to change the focus of the vampires, sicking them on their own kind like rabid dogs. She was approaching the battlegrounds, taking control of more Newborns as she arrived in the clearing.

Her power spread, taking over the Newborns and turning them on the remaining army members.

The Cullens stopped fighting, watching the amount of Newborns dwindle as they attacked one another. The few remaining red-eyed vampires then began to rip off their own heads and appendages, dropping them on the ground before collapsing. The sight was ghastly, vampires using their own hands to end their lives.

"Carlisle," Esme said softly. He stared down at the bodies before quickly lifting his head, golden eyes scanning the treeline at the edge of the clearing.

Carlisle relaxed when he eventually spotted her, one of the wolves growled as a figure entered the clearing. Carlisle held his hand out, "She's one of ours," He said loudly.

Y/N approached her family, stepping over the bodies like they meant nothing to her.

Edward turned his head suddenly as he heard Victoria approaching, her rage filled thoughts catching his attention.

"Someone's hurt?" Bella questioned nervously.

"Victoria is close. I can hear her thoughts. Seth, go," Edward said quickly. The werewolf jumped up onto the rock ledge and disappeared into the woods, hoping to find Victoria before she made it to their campsite. Bella rushed over to Edward's side, he wrapped his arm around her waist securely.

"She knew we weren't there, but she caught my scent. She knew you'd be with me," Edward stated.

"She found us," Bella mumbled.

....

The battle was over. Victoria was dead and Bella was finally safe. Jacob had been injured by one of the Newborns, but everyone made it out of the fight alive.

It was discovered that the Volturi knew about the army, but chose not to intervene. Edward was worried about what their lack of involvement could mean, but he hoped that they would have some time before the Volturi came for them. There was no doubt that Jane would be telling Caius about Bella's continuing humanity and leniency was not in his nature.

Edward just needed more time.

Y/N had disappeared back into the forest after the battle and Edward found himself wondering if she was gone for good. It had been three days since the fight, he wanted to reach out to Y/N again, but he had absolutely no idea what to say. Edward knew that he should thank her, but the news of his engagement weighed heavily on him.

Y/N deserved to know.

He had typed out multiple different emails before quickly deleting them, nothing he wrote seemed to feel right. Edward just wanted to see her again, this wasn't the type of news that he wanted to disclose while hiding behind a screen.

Edward walked through the hallways, his cellphone feeling heavy in his hand as he lingered on Y/N's contact. He froze in the doorway to his bedroom when he spotted her. Y/N was sitting on the newly procured bed in his room that he had set up for Bella. Her presence was so unexpected that he almost didn't believe she was really there.

"I thought you left," Edward mumbled.

"I didn't... Sorry to disappoint," Y/N stated, toying with a loose thread on the blankets.

"Why did you come back?" He questioned.

"Your emails were melodramatic, but the phone call made me curious," Y/N said, looking up at him.

"Curious about what?" Edward questioned.

"What you want from me... You have your human and you have your happy family. Why do you keep reaching out when you didn't want me in the first place?" Y/N asked.

Edward hesitated, "I miss you... I miss how we used to be," He admitted.

"We can't get that back," Y/N replied simply.

"Why not?" Edward asked.

"The trust between us is gone," She said, standing up from the edge of the bed.

"It doesn't have to be," Edward said, moving closer to her. He was careful, acting like any sudden movements would scare her off.

"Edward, I became the enemy when you brought that human into the mix. You suddenly stopped trusting me and treated me as a threat," Y/N stated.

"You can't blame me for that... Nothing you've said or done since meeting her has given me any reason to trust you with her. Almost every word out of your mouth has been a threat on her life," Edward snapped, his voice steadily gaining volume.

He could tell that his reply had disappointed her in some way, "Threats don't equal action, Edward," She replied, her own voice beginning to rise in volume.

"Then why make the threats at all?" Edward asked.

"I hate her and I hate what this relationship is doing to you. That human is a cancerous tumor on this family and she needs to go," Y/N snapped.

Edward scoffed, "Now who's being melodramatic?" He muttered.

"The Volturi could have slaughtered us all and you know it. You are gambling with the lives of everyone I have come to consider family and you don't even care," Y/N said angrily.

"That's what this is really about?" Edward asked.

Her shoulders slumped suddenly, "I don't feel protected by you anymore... That girl has become your priority and you are choosing her despite the danger that comes with that choice," Y/N said.

"I'm sorry that you feel that way," Edward muttered, setting his cellphone down on his desk. Y/N huffed, shaking her head at his dismissive response.

"I never expected to fall in love with Bella. I wish that the choice to be with her wasn't dangerous, but that isn't my reality," Edward said softly.

"You left her before," Y/N stated.

"And we both almost died as a result... I never meant to make you feel like I was naive to the risk of being with Bella. But I need you to know that I will always protect you, no matter what," Edward said, taking another step closer to her.

She was his family and his closest friend, he was never going to be able to let her go and he hoped that she could understand.

"If only you meant that," Y/N mumbled. He felt the change in her, she was closing herself off to him and he hated it.

Y/N moved to leave the room and Edward quickly caught her wrist before she could pass him. His grip was loose enough that she could pull away, but she didn't. The simple moment of hesitation from her gave him hope. Maybe there was still a part of her that cared for him and possibly even missed him too. Something he couldn't explain lingered in the air between them.

"I don't want to lose you," Edward said.

Y/N looked up at him, eyes flickering over his face as if she were committing it to memory. Then the emotion disappeared from her expression in an instant as she steeled her resolve. Her body tensed and Edward would have shivered if he could from the icy glare she gave him.

"We can talk tomorrow," Y/N said coldly, pulling her wrist from his grasp and making her way out of his bedroom.

...

Bella made her way into the Cullen house, shrugging off her jacket and hanging it up. Edward had always told her she never needed to knock before entering his home, but it still felt odd. Bella stiffened as she felt a cool breeze, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end.

Bella slowly lowered her hands, her heart was pounding in her chest as she turned around. Y/N stood in the entryway, watching Bella closely like she was an insect under a magnifying glass.

Bella gulped, "Hi," She mumbled, trying to calm herself down.

Bella stumbled back into the wall when Y/N suddenly appeared in front of her, breathing heavily as her heart raced. Bella looked around herself nervously, bracing herself for whatever Y/N could possibly do to her.

Bella flinched when Y/N grabbed onto her left hand, lifting it up and inspecting the ring on her finger.

"Now where did you get that?" Y/N asked.

"Edward. H-he gave it to me," Bella said, shifting on her feet.

"He's marrying you while you're human?" Y/N questioned, dropping Bella's hand with disgust and stepping away from her.

Bella exhaled, "Yeah, but he's going to change me after," She said.

"How long has this been decided for?" Y/N asked.

Bella shrugged, "Not long," She muttered.

"And you really want to do this?" Y/N questioned.

"Why wouldn't I?" Bella asked, crossing her arms.

"I can offer a few simple reasons that won't overwhelm your little pea-sized mind... You will watch your family whither and die without being able to be a part of their life, you will never have children and you can never leave the family. Although that may sound like your puppy love fest can continue for eternity, when you fall out of love after a few decades, you will be trapped here. You convinced him to give you immortality and you will never be able to repay him for that. I almost feel bad for you, you poor stupid girl, you signed your life away and you don't even know it," Y/N said.

"Why would you say that to me?" Bella asked angrily, tears gathering in her eyes.

"No one is willing to tell you what you are really signing up for. You have this delusion that you have found your perfect future, but it's a sham," Y/N stated.

"Am I supposed to believe that you're looking out for me?" Bella questioned.

"That's not a skill in my repertoire, Bella. I look out for myself and myself only, you should try it for a change," Y/N said.

Bella huffed, watching her leave the room without another word. Bella wanted to defend herself and her decisions, but Edward had been growing distant since their engagement. She couldn't help but wonder if there was something else going on.

Did Edward regret proposing? Had Y/N advised him against their coupling? Were cracks already beginning to form in their relationship? Was a wedding really the best thing for them right now?

Bella definitely had a few things to think about and reevaluate.

[non-un-topo]

I missed them ;_;;;; !!!!!!

Been writing some bonus/missing scenes from my tetrad mysteries series because I miss writing these four idiots so bad but have no energy ;_;

[skythealmighty]

man. there are so many object shows out there. I NEED TO CATCH UP ON SO MANY why are the4e so many anyway Exclamation Mark (NOT AB) im killing you. he would get bullied off tumblr

#rocket talk #roc save #NOT THE ANIMATIC BATTLE ONE that ones fine #i mean the one in my header #hes an asshole #why do i keep accidentally hitting the number keys lately

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i cant believe my contestants are so pissy over the second challenge still!!!! it was a coherent challenge i think "survive me killing you" is pretty straightforward!!! besides theyre fine now >:/

⏰ timeisatool Follow

Maybe it's becausw you killed them?

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well thats stupid

⚪ fuckingcircles Follow

I KNOW RIGHT!! my old contestants got SO pissy when i killed th3m!! just because theres no recovery... 😒

⏰ timeisatool Follow

You dont have recovery????

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arent u supposed to be dead

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well im NOT so

❗ black-and-red Follow

Ugh, I haven't even killed anyone that much and they're still pissy! Honestly... just do the challenges and you'll be fine! I only threatened them..

⭐ everybody-smile-smile-smile Follow

well i thought i killed circle but ig not! and square but nobody else died idk why everuones so afraid of me... whats so wrong w wanting to make a perfect object show?

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Um

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yeah theres nothing wrong with that! you gotta do what you gotta do for your object show

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😰😰😰😰😰

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I want to leave this group...

#i thought we were all just supposed to be wacky and weird 😰😰 #mom come pick me up im scared...

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🔥🔃 betterheatsflamesman Follow reblogged 🪔 slay-style-queen

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Hey guys, just managed to get sponsored with my object show idea!!! (No thanks to you Lip Stick lol) wish me luck!! Also go keep an eye out on Village of Objects Official :D

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what the FUCK

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oh my god how do you all stay sane actually

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we don't! welcome to the club

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im never doing this again

#:)

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Who's Animatic?

#It's Your Fridge DJ! #I appreciate all the lovemail and the concern! ❤ #I don't understand some of the asks but thank you anyway!

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Have YOU heard of:

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Please stop debating on whether or not this "counts" as an object show, this was requested by an anon. If you want to do that on your own time on your own blog, feel free!

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SORRY ABOUT THAT SJEHSKEB will move i promise 🙏

anyWAY on another note i miss this showww 😭 i was so intrigued about it but i guess i understand its cancellation... if anyone wants to come up with a rewrite w me hmu my ao3 is in my desc!!!!

⭐ everybody-smile-smile-smile Follow

just as long as you clarify its unofficial!! (:

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its on ao3 ofc its unofficial

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WAIT A GODDAMN SECON

#Fan we were /on/ an object show and technically famous I'm not sure why you're surprised at this point #Also get off your phone we're at Purgatory Mansion

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anonymous asked: hey greeny can you say trans rights for everyone out there

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trans rights AND trans wrongs. even if you like burger king i still support you <3

#burger king sucks ass tho dont do that to urself

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💥 fans-fantastic-features asked: im SO sorry for the sudden reply earlier, up until your post i thought hfjone was just some weird wild experimental show?? then again i shouldnt be surprised if happy star themselves is on this goddamn site (also sorry in advance for my friend TT sending you asks about alternate universes. shes a science nerd of all types and needs data or sm) if you want i can tell you what i know about your situation in a private chat, ive done a lot of deep dive analysis posts on my blog too and trust me when i say a LOT of the internet wants to help free you and everyone else you have plenty of help available spotty replies tho im investigating smth

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I... yeah, I'd like that. Thanks.

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anonymous asked: battery ui is kind of already jailed but still

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Battery from Ultimate Insanity would be jailed!

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Yeah

#Why did someone earlier send in that Walkie Talkie person? #I approve of the Blender submission though #Hate that guy

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cant have shit in this fuckass hotel 😒😒😒 lens just died 😔😔

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#WHAT THE FUCK #DONT JUST DROP SMTH LIKE THAT AND DIP #ARE YOU OKAY?? #ARE YOU TALKING ABT A GAME???

hi! rhanks for the concern! 😁 i am unfortunately not talking about a game lens is actually dead please help me (dms r open 🙏🙏)

#Since I've gotten a lot of followers recently I feel like I should boost this #I'm busy with my own issues but maybe someone else can help?

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i want my SHOW BACK i want my CO HOSTS BACK i want calculatory DEAD i only MILDLY HATE happy star i dont KNOW WHAT ELSE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT

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🫵 Fanny kinnie

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who the FUCK is fanny

#im CIRCLE not a goddamn FAN #who even names themselves fanny anyway

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⚪battleforcircle asked: oml spiderman pointing meme

⚪ fuckingcircles Follow

you sent me this FIFTEEN TIMES get OUT of my ASKBOX!!!!

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why are there two of you...

⚪ fuckingcircles Follow

theres only ONE of me i dont know who this IS!!

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theres three of us just three of us

#idk why either tbh #tumblr just recommended his acc to me one day #he seems fun to annoy tho so ive taken it upon myself to do so #tee hee

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Hey so why is a known criminal on Tumblr?

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Hello???