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warpedlegacywrites · 2 years ago

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Writing Forum Prompt - Dialogue

Write a dialogue between two people who know each other, each taking the opposite side of an issue or problem. This should be a verbal dance, not a shouting match. The issue you choose should be something immediate and particular (like whether to spend money on a vacation or put it in the savings account) rather than abstract (Communism is going down the tubes). Keep it simple and emotionally close to the two people involved. The speakers should be equally convincing. That is you, the author, can’t load the argument on one side or the other.

Objective: To learn to use dialogue to reveal character and human dynamics and to understand that speaking style says as much about a person as their behaviour does. Incidentally, you should also recognize that dialogue should not be used for the following: for lengthy exposition, to furnish your stage, as a substitute for action, and as a vehicle for showing off your own vocabulary and education. A false line of dialogue can ruin an entire scene.

Cullen stands in the doorway, exasperation barely concealed behind a slipping mask of patience, currently engaged in a staring contest with a much shorter but no less determined opponent. She has made herself an immovable object, seated in the middle of the floor with legs crossed beneath her, arms folded, face upturned and defiant.

“Alright, dearest,” Cullen begins, with no small amount of trepidation. “It’s time to put on the dress now.”

“Nu-uh!” Ellie responds, plaintively, clearly expecting that to be the final word on the matter.

“Now now, we discussed this. You agreed to put the dress on for the parade.”

Her eyes brighten and she sits up with interest. “Horsies!”

“Yes, you’ll get to see lots of horsies. Don’t you want to look nice for them?”

Interest contorts to disgust, as she sticks out her tongue and points imperiously to the offending garment, sprawled across her bed. “I don’t like that dress.”

Cullen represses a sigh. “But that is the dress you picked.” He’s not sure why he’s bothering, but part of him just can’t help but point out the obvious discrepancy.

“No more. I un-pick.”

“Well, I re-pick.”

“No Papa, that’s silly! Re-pick is not a word!”

“Well, I suppose you have me there.” Maker save him, he was losing a battle of wits with a four-year-old. “I just thought you liked that dress. You refused to take it off all last week.”

“It’s stiff-ing.”

“...Stifling?” Cullen corrects, behind barely repressed snickering.

“Stiffff-ing,” she echoes, still not quite getting her tongue around that “l”.

He lets her have that one, far too charmed by her mangling of the word to bother arguing. Maker knows who she heard it from - her mother, at first guess, though Varric is another likely culprit.

“Alright then. You don’t have to wear that dress, but you must at least wear something clean.”

The tunic she’s currently wearing is in an appalling state, the victim of too many afternoons with mud pies and mabari-wrestling. But her scowl returns, and he knows this fight isn’t over yet. She unfolds and refolds her arms more firmly, shaking her head no so emphatically it spreads to her torso, as her arms hug protectively over the soft and soiled linen.

But then an idea strikes him, and he leans forward, hands on knees, to bring his face closer to hers. She watches him, doe-wide dark eyes tilted up with interest, waiting for his next manoeuvre.

“What if I said you could wear my fluffy coat?”

The light in her face might as well come from the sun itself, as she grins ear to ear at that prospect. Yes, he’d thought that would do the trick. How many times had he watched her sneak into Mama and Papa’s room, stealing away with the mantle that had once been his most defining feature in his years at Skyhold? How many hours had she spent shouting orders in a higher-pitched version of his Commander voice at Cal, while he wiggled his tail eagerly and she drowned in the many folds of fabric?

“But we mustn’t get it dirty, do you understand?” he cautions, treating this as a most serious issue.

Ellie takes her cue from him, nodding solemnly. “I promise.”

“Very well. I’m going to entrust it to you for the day then. Let’s get you something nice to wear under it, shall we?”

“Alright!”

He straightens, but not before lifting her up into his arms, and together they approach her wardrobe to find something that is both not “stiff-ing” and also “nice”.

#writing forum #my writing #cullen rutherford #papa cullen #negotiating with a four year old #adorable #fluff #cullen's daughter #her name is eleanor #ellie for short

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belohved · 7 months ago

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tags two.

#` as‚ esme cullen.#` as‚ jackie taylor.#` as‚ elphaba thropp.#` as‚ galinda upland.#` as‚ ahri.#` as‚ anika aldridge.#` as‚ calista quinn.#` as‚ eleanor dutton.#` as‚ kendra wolfe.#` as‚ nerissa valere.#` as‚ niamh seren.#` as‚ raegan mccall.#` as‚ samara moirai.#` as‚ shelby callahan.#` as‚ sydney kaiser.

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nycmess · 2 years ago

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2024 predictions?

i have about 20 for you. rayne reed will get canceled on twitter for something incredibly stupid, vanish for 2 months, then post like nothing happened. cullen bennett will continue to date essence for a few months, but then make some type of "expose" talking about her being a sociopath. rosa marrero will quit working for the chason's to go into another career and get fired immediately. dolly fawcett will cry on instagram live, and get the whole internet on her side about something. madeline leblanc is going to get in some type of physical altercation at her college. robyn reed is going to pop out with someone 100x more successful than oryn, and will get a diss track written about her. darcy devereaux is going to date someone heavy into drugs or alcohol, and stir drama within the family. willow wilder will name drop someone on her next album, and it'll become THE topic on tiktok for 2 weeks. percival devereaux is going to be in the middle of a conflict with his family (not the darcy conflict) and at least one of his ex wives is going to stop talking to him. zaara hoxha will be accused of punching poppy park in the face. it won't be true, but everyone will be so wrapped up in the drama that they won't care. isabela wyatt will drop text messages between her and elijah, but it'll backfire on her. darius kim will experience a huge drop in song sales. jaden myers will try to manufacture tiktok trends, and it'll be veerry cringe. ryan price will say something against disney, and get sued. eleanor lloyd will go on a long sting of bad dates, and end up making a tinder account. daxton myers will have a tiktok sound go viral, but it won't be from his music - it'll be something dumb he says. natalia ramirez will finally get divorced and pop out with a man thats like 21-23. zachary levine will book a lead gig.

#written by paris #rayne reed #cullen bennett #rosa marrero #dolly fawcett #madeline leblanc #robyn reed #darcy devereaux #zaara hoxha #isabela wyatt #darius kim #jaden myers #ryan price #eleanor lloyd #daxton myers #natalia ramirez #zachary levine

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ymmpily · 4 months ago

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Prologue

Summary: When a winter night turns tragic, young Vincent Rothschild is the sole survivor of a brutal newborn vampire attack that claims his parents’ lives. Rescued by the Cullen family just in time, Vincent is thrust within a world much darker—and more complicated—than he ever imagined. Haunted and afraid, Vincent finds comfort in Esme’s arms, but his presence ignites fierce debate within the Coven. Carlisle, who knew the boy’s parents, is determined to protect him, even as Edward and Rosalie warn him of the dangers: the Volturi’s laws are clear—humans do not belong amongst vampires.

↳ The Cullens x Adopted!Male Reader

Warnings: Violence, Gore, Minor Character Death, and talk about killing main character.

Word Count: 3,268

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September of 1997,

“Vincent, I asked you to put on your coat.” Eleanor sighed as she carefully tugged the warm puffy coat onto her son, zipping it up. Vincent’s face scrunched up in a quiet frown. “Sorry, mama, I really want to play in the snow.” Eleanor chuckled softly, brushing a lock of blonde hair behind his ear. “Alright, darling, but don’t go too far. Dinner will be soon, so listen for me.” Vincent nodded eagerly, a wide grin spreading across his face as he dashed toward the red double doors, pushing them open into the front yard, his boots crunching in the newly fallen snow.

Winter had decided to arrive early this year round, blanketing the Rothschild front yard in a fresh, powdery white. The kind of snow that made everything feel new—safe, almost magical. Eleanor watched her son run through the snow with a tender smile, but as the wind began to howl a faint unease tugged at her chest. The trees swaying along with the rugged wind felt like a warning, a bad omen perhaps? But she dismissed it.

Inside, Eleanor moved to the kitchen, where the sweet, rich but familiar aroma wafted throughout the house—a smell that always calmed Eleanor and made her feel right at home. She stirred the pot with practiced hands, her thoughts wandering to her childhood; when her mother would cook this soup and sit at the table telling stories, fables for her and her brothers to memorize. The routine was comforting, something she always did and Eleanor would continue to follow this routine.

Soon, the sound of the front door creaking open reached her ears. Anthony stepped inside, brushing off the pesky snow that clung to his coat. Behind him, Vincent appeared, cheeks rosy and eyes wide with excitement. He was soaked through, his boots covered in snow, but he beamed as though winter itself was his playmate. “Ah, I was just about to call him in dear,” Eleanor said with a smile, her voice a soothing presence in the warm residence. Anthony chuckled softly, “I figured I’d save you the trouble.”

As Vincent hurried down the hallway, Anthony joined his wife at the dining table. The two exchanging a quiet glance, the comfort of routine settling over them like a warm blanket. “Anything new at the firm today?” Eleanor asked, dishing out bowls of the rich soup. “Nothing too exciting,” Anthony replied with a shrug, his voice carrying the calm indifference of a long day’s work. “Mark got fired today though, apparently he was having an affair with the manager's daughter. To say the least Derek was not happy and Mark won’t be missed. Otherwise it was just a few cases, nothing too pressing.” Eleanor frowned, her thoughts turning to Irene, Mark's wife. “Oh, I hope she’s doing alright…” A quiet sadness enveloped the table as both parents dug into their meal. The rich soup tasted even better than usual, yet Eleanor couldn’t shake the heaviness in her heart as she thought of Irene’s situation.

Vincent, the ever-hungry boy, finished his soup in record time. His bowl was practically clean, save for the mess on his face. He looked up at his mother, his big brown eyes sparkling with eagerness. Eleanor smiled softly. “Of course, sweetheart.” She filled his bowl once more, her hands steady, but her heart still heavy. Vincent’s joyful spirit filled the house, but there was a quiet, gnawing worry deep within her.

The evening soon passed with Vincent watching Scooby-Doo, laughter filling the room as he sat on the couch, eyes glued to the screen. The warmth of family surrounded them. The clink of silverware, the murmur of conversation, and the glow of the fireplace created a sense of peace, but even in the comfort of her home, Eleanor couldn’t push away the strange feeling that had settled deep in her chest.

After two episodes, Eleanor glanced at the clock and softly said, “Vince, it’s time for bed, darling.” Vincent, ever the stubborn child, pouted. “But mama, I want to watch more.” Anthony gave his son a gentle shake of the head. “Not tonight, buddy. You need your rest.” Reluctantly, Vincent agreed. He trudged down the hall, dragging his feet. The house was still and quiet, the only sound being the soft rustle of pajamas as Vincent changed into his Spider-Man onesie and climbed into bed. The stars on his ceiling glowed in the darkness, comforting him as he stared up at them, lost in his own thoughts.

It wasn’t long before sleep claimed him—until a loud crash shattered the night's peace. It sounded like glass breaking, followed by hurried footsteps. Vincent’s heart raced as fear took root in his chest. He shot out of bed and crept towards the door, the house eerily silent except for the quickened thumping of his own heartbeat. From the hallway, he heard something else—voices—his mother’s and father’s unmistakable whispers. Then, the unmistakable sound of another set of footsteps. Someone was in the house.

Then came the scream. A blood curdling scream from his own mother—one so full of terror that it froze Vincent’s blood in his veins. “Mama!” Vincent cried, his feet moving before he could think. “Papa!” He rushed down the hallway, every instinct telling him to protect his parents, but the sight that greeted him in the living room was enough to freeze him to his core. Eleanor lay motionless on the floor, a pool of blood spreading beneath her, staining the once-pristine white rug. Her eyes were wide, unseeing. The man who had once held her so tenderly, Anthony, lay nearby, his body lifeless, his blood staining the floor as a tall, pale figure loomed over them. The creature turned its crimson eyes toward Vincent. In that moment, the fear that paralyzed him broke. He screamed, his voice high-pitched with terror. “Get away from them!” But the creature paid no mind. Its gaze never wavered from Vincent, hunger flashing in its eyes.

Meanwhile in the Cullen residence,

Alice froze, her hands shaking as a vision unfolded before her eyes. The world around her dissolved, and the horrors she saw were like a sickening wave that threatened to drown her. Her breath hitched as her vision came into focus—newborn vampires were attacking a family, and the child was the target. “What is it, Alice?” Jasper’s voice was urgent as he rushed to her side, his face pale with concern. “They’re after a boy… he’s in danger,” Alice gasped, her voice trembling with the knowledge of what was coming. “If they bite him… they’ll create an immortal child. They need to stop.” Carlisle immediately stood, his expression hardening as he took in the gravity of the situation. “Where are they? What does the house look like?” Jasper handed Alice a piece of paper, and with incredible speed, Alice sketched the house she had seen in the vision. The Cullen’s wasted no time. They were on the move, the smell of blood heavy in the air as they reached the Rothschild home.

Vincent didn’t know what to do. The vampire was upon him, pinning him to the ground. Its breath was hot on his face as it bared its teeth, preparing to sink them into his flesh. The world around him seemed to go dark, and just as the vampire’s fangs descended toward his throat, something— someone—tore the creature off him. Vincent scrambled to his feet, terror flooding his veins, and ran into his parents’ bedroom, slamming the door behind him. His sobs filled the darkness as he huddled in the closet, shaking uncontrollably, his tiny body wracked with fear.

Carlisle, his eyes sharp with concern, moved silently through the house, searching for the boy. The last of the newborn vampires were being dealt with by Jasper, Emmett, and Alice, but Vincent’s safety was his priority. He found him, huddled in the closet, shaking like a leaf. The soft sounds of crying were unmistakable. Carlisle’s dead heart ached seeing Vincent in such despair, he knew the boy to be lively, talkative, and more energetic than most boys his age. He knelt beside the human boy, the pale light from the moon seeping within the crack of the door, casting a soft glow upon the boy’s face revealing the tear stained cheeks.

The savage screams of the newborn vampire echoed through the house, each one making Vincent shrink deeper into the shadows of the closet. He curled in on himself, trying to disappear into the darkness. The soft glow of the moonlight that had illuminated his tear-streaked face moments ago faded, leaving him almost completely hidden. Carlisle’s eyes flicked instinctively toward the bedroom doorway as the growls and cries grew nearer—then, just as suddenly, they ceased, leaving behind an eerie, heavy silence.

“Vincent, it’s over now. You’re safe.” Carlisle’s voice was calm, as he extended a steady hand toward the trembling boy. Behind him, his adoptive children entered the room silently, their presence both reassuring and unnervingly still. “The newborns are gone,” Edward spoke softly, his amber eyes flickering to the human child, then to the back of Carlisle's head; his adoptive fathers thoughts loud in the smaller room. Edward knew it was a terrible idea, having a human child join a vampire Coven was unheard of; it was punishable.

“Carlisle, you can’t be serious,” Edward said, his voice tight with disbelief. His amber eyes flicked from the trembling boy to his father figure, searching for any sign of hesitation. “This isn’t like you.” Carlisle held his ground, his gaze steady and unyielding. “Don’t do that.” Edward’s brow furrowed. “What?” The room was still, “Do not use your gift against me,” Carlisle said, his tone firm, edged with rare authority. “If you want to understand my decisions, ask. But stay out of my thoughts.” Edward scoffed, taking a step back as if the words stung. “What happened to you being the voice of reason?” he snapped. “A human in a vampire Coven? It’s madness, Carlisle.” His voice rose, sharp with frustration. “If the Volturi find out, they won’t hesitate—they’ll kill us. All of us. They’ll make sure you watch while they slaughter that boy because you broke their laws.” He gestured toward Vincent, who shivered, eyes wide with fear at the mere mention of dying. “The boy is afraid, it doesn’t take Jasper to tell us that.” Edward spoke, softer now, but no less fierce. “And if you bring him into our world, surrounded by what he should fear most… he’ll never stop being afraid.”

Carlisle pinched the bridge of his nose, “I know what it entails, Edward. I don’t need it broken down.” Beside Edward, Rosalie scoffed, her arms crossed tightly, “You really aren’t thinking clearly,” she snapped. “We’re vampires for christ sake, Carlisle. He's a human child. How long do you think he’ll live?” In the background of the chaos was Esme, who was as gentle as she could be knelt in front of the boy. “You must be scared? I know that feeling, it’s okay now. No one is going to hurt you.” Esme saw as Vincent’s body started calming down, “They argue a lot, but it’s nothing to fear sweetheart.” Emmett placed a hand on Rosalie's shoulder, his tone gentle. “Rose, hey— relax. Let’s hear him out first.” Rosalie looked at her husband with pure disbelief, “I am hearing him out.” She hissed, “What I hear is insanity.”

Carlisle stood firm, and Esme rose from the ground, turning to face him. Her voice was soft, but there was steel beneath it. “Carlisle… this isn’t just risky. If the Volturi finds out, it won’t be a warning. It’ll be an execution.” The room fell silent, save for the human boy's heart. Still she stepped closer to him, taking his hand. “But if this is what your heart believes is right, then I will stand by you—no matter what it may cost.” Carlisle smiled, his eyes looking at their joined hands. “I knew the boy’s parents—Eleanor and Anthony. They were good people,” Carlisle said softly, his voice carrying both memory and sorrow. His golden eyes lingered on Vincent. “I can’t just leave him behind. And handing him over to someone else… That comes with its own risks. He’ll remember tonight, even if he can’t understand it.”

Rosalie scoffed and crossed her arms lightly over her chest, eyes narrowed. “So what now?” She snapped. “Play house? Pretend we’re some perfect little family while the Volturi watches our every move, just waiting for one wrong step to tear us apart.” Emmett didn’t dare speak, rubbing his lover's arm in a quiet attempt to sooth her rage. Rosalie’s amber eyes narrowed on the human boy, unflinching and fierce. There was pity in her gaze as she looked away from the boy. Carlisle remained still and silent, his thoughts filled with conflict, reasoning. His children were right after all. Esme, who had been standing at Carlisle’s side, said. “I understand what you all are feeling,” her gaze swept from Edward to Rosalie, softening as she finally looked up at Carlisle. “This is reckless, dangerous. It could cost everything we’ve worked for.” She paused, looking at Vincent. He was watching everyone closely, his eyes wet with lingering tears.

Before anyone could speak, Alice’s voice broke the brief silence. “I’ve seen him.” All heads turned, even Vincent’s who was now curious who she had seen. “Not clear. Just flashes,” she said slowly. “Moments. A little older. Still human… and alive.” Alice glanced at Vincent, his eyes wide and glinting with curiosity, before turning her gaze back to the others. “In every flash, he is with us.” Jasper stiffened beside her, “The visions don’t hold long.” Her voice wavered slightly, a rare uncertainty creeping in. Edward’s jaw tightened. “This means nothing, you of all people should know the future is unstable—especially around humans. One choice can change everything.” Alice’s golden-honey eyes briefly lingered on Edwards sharp gaze before they shifted to Jasper. “I know,” she replied. “This all feels like a terrible idea, logically anyway. Right now though, the future is clean of blood. We should take that for granted.”

Rosalie let out a bitter laugh, the sound sharp and jarring. “The future lies, Alice. It always has,” she snapped, arms crossed tightly over the chest. “You’ve seen things before that never came true—things that gave us hope just to rip it away.” Alice flinched slightly, but Rosalie wasn’t finished. “I don’t care what you all decide,” she said coldly, brushing past Emmett’s light touch on her arm. “But if you’re so keen on keeping it—” she motioned toward Vincent with a sneer, “ that disgusting thing, then fine. Just make sure it stays far away from me.” Her heels clicked hard against the wooden floors as she stormed out of the room, fury trailing behind her like a shadow. Emmett hesitated before slipping out of the room after her.

Carlisle stood in silence, his eyes fixed on the empty space where Rosalie and Emmett has been moments before. The stillness clung to the room, thick and unmoving. “Are… army parents really dead?” Vincent’s voice broke the quiet, trembling and thin, glazed with a glossy sheen of fear and disbelief. He didn’t look up. His eyes stayed locked on the floor, as though lifting them might force the truth to solidify—might make the loss feel real. A heavy silence followed, stretching between them like a wall.

Vincent shifted his weight, glancing toward the motherly woman—he couldn’t remember her name, but he remembered her face. Gentle, warm. Just like how she was when everyone was arguing. He had seen her before, when visiting Mr. Cullen, the man who stood next to her. She smiled at him then just like she was now. Vincent desperately wanted to curl up in her arms. Jasper quietly reached over and squeezed Alice’s hand, his touch gentle but grounding. He didn’t feel any thirst when he looked at the boy—no burn in his throat, no instinctual craving—but the boy was human nonetheless. Vincent’s emotions were loud, present still. Fear. Confusion. Jasper kept himself still, not wanting to startle Vincent, not when the boy had finally come out.

Carlisle approached the boy slowly, his expression calm, kneeling down so that his eyes were level with Vincent’s. There was a gentleness in the way he moved, as though any sudden motion might break the boy. “Vincent,” he said softly, his voice smooth as ever, “your parents… they’re just somewhere else now. Somewhere you can’t go—not yet.” He didn’t lie, not exactly. Vincent looked at him for a long moment. His eyes were tired, too tired for someone so young, but something in Carlisle’s words seemed to settle him. He gave a small, solemn nod.

Off to the side, Edward let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. “Carlisle’s made up his mind,” he muttered, not bothering to hide the hint of frustration in his voice. “He’s keeping the boy, I’m done here.” He turned away, disappearing down the hall without another word. Alice lingered, her usually bright demeanor dimmed by unease. She stayed close to Jasper, her fingers laced tightly with his. Though she didn’t speak, her eyes remained on Vincent, watchful and uncertain. Nonetheless, she and Jasper stayed.

A tiny yawn escaped Vincent. Esme’s face softened with instinctive affection. Without hesitation, she stepped forward and gently lifted Vincent off the floor, cradling him against her like he weighed nothing at all. He didn’t resist. Instead, his small arms wrapped slowly around her neck, and he let out a breath—a deep, shuddery exhale, as if he’d been holding it in for hours. Within seconds, his body relaxed completely against hers, his head resting on her shoulder. Jasper stood silently nearby, a small smile creeping onto his lips. He absorbed the calm that had taken the place of fear. Alice, though still tense, softened at the sight, her eyes tracing the lines of the boy’s face as if trying to memorize something important.

The house settled into a pleasant silence, Carlisle’s gaze lingered on the boy sleeping soundly in Esme’s arms. Vincent’s breathing was slow and steady now, his small frame curled gently against her like he had belonged there all along. Esme swayed ever so slightly, humming a tune under her breath that only someone with heightened senses could hear. Her touch was instinctively material, protective. Peaceful. But Carlisle’s mind had already drifted somewhere else. The Denali Coven.

They had been gracious hosts so far—open, welcoming, even joyful in their reunion with extended family. But Carlisle knew the unspoken rules among them, the lines drawn in centuries of mutual understanding. Bringing a human child into their midst, especially one so young and vulnerable, wasn’t something any of them had agreed on. Family, yes. But not without conditions.

The Denali sisters—Tanya in particular—were not always temperate as Carlisle. There would be questions. Objections. Maybe worse. The boy’s presence would shift the balance of everything, no matter how gentle or innocent he seemed. Carlisle could already imagine the looks, the discussions held just out of earshot, the concern that one slip could spell disaster. Still, he said nothing. He didn’t want to burden Esme with the thought—she looked too serene, too full of quiet joy as she held Vincent, her fingers brushing through his hair with a tenderness that made Carlisle’s chest ache. He would carry this uncertainty alone, for now. There would be time to navigate the Denali Coven. Time to explain, to reason, to protect. No matter what Carlisle had made up his mind, the boy was going to be a part of the family.

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panlight · 4 months ago

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In Life and Death SMeyer wanted to show how everything would be the same with flipped genders, but we all know it wouldn't work like that. So, based on their flipped genders and kind of changed backstories (especially in Jessamine's case), which special abilities do you think the Cullens should have?

I think Carine still works with compassion or something compassion-adjacent (not a super power technically but you get the idea). And actually I wonder if people would be less critical of her actions vs Carlisle? That is, I don't really see people talking about consent and damnation when it comes to Sasha of the Denali creating her "daughters" (none of whom were on the verge of death so far as we know). Maybe there's some subconscious thing where a woman making vampire 'children' is more akin to birth (no one chose to be a vampire, but no one chose to be born either), whereas the power dynamics of a man making the choice for someone else, especially women, weirds people out? I don't know, maybe I'm way off base there, but I feel like there might be SOMETHING.

Carine's story is pretty much the same, just limited by what women were allowed to do in the medical field. There's also a bit of a "punish a man by hurting a woman" there in that the vampire who bit her explicitly did so to punish Pastor Cullen, but since I already sort of headcanoned that for Carlisle anyway, it didn't bother me much.

The difference was the Carine wasn't out doing the vampire hunting herself; likewise Jessamine had much less agency than Jasper, who actively chose to lie about his age to enlist. Jessamine was just kidnapped from her home. (And again, the dynamics of a male vampire breaking into someone's home and kidnapping her to turn her into a vampire just feels very different than three vampire women being approached by a man who thought they needed help. Yas Maria, slay Maria! Ew, gross Mariano!) So we have no evidence really Jessamine had the same power as Jasper as a human; she also had no military experience so she would have had a much steeper learning curve than Jasper in terms of learning how to fight, how to train, how to command. I've always thought that Jasper's power should have been mental anyway so let's make Jessamine's power mental instead. She can still sense and manipulate emotions but no more of that weird heartbeat and endorphin stuff (that doesn't seem like would apply to vampires anyway??), it's mental. Wouldn't work on Beau/Bella then I guess.

Royal can keep beauty, Eleanor can keep strength. I like how those upend expectations. And Eleanor's backstory stayed pretty much the same: being mauled by a bear. Good for her! I appreciate that SM still had them get married repeatedly; although I don't remember if it's still because Royal likes to do it. I hope so because again, it upends expectations (the man being wedding-obsessed) and it keeps them closer to their original characterizations.

Earnest's story is very different than Esme's (and again, I must ask, why not 'Ezra?' It's right there and just feels right! Even feels like the name of a kid who grew up on a farm). But again, I like upending expectations by having this sweet, loving house-husband while Carine is out there working. I do wonder, if we had seen more of Earnest, if SM would have made that Power of Heart more dad-like ("step into my office" "let's play catch" "You can tell your old man anything") than the just sort of bubble of love surrounding Esme but I don't know. It might also manifest differently because Earnest's child was older and was actively murdered by his wife. Esme only had her child for a few days and he died of natural causes. Those experiences are very different and might shape what form the Power to Love Passionately takes and how Earnest applies it to his family. He might be a bit more anxious? More protective? He knows his new children are basically indestructible but that helplessness he felt when he lost his human daughter might color how he reacts.

That leaves Archie and Edythe. You can't really change their powers too much because so much of the plot relies on them. And really I haven't changed much of the others either. I think the powers would be pretty similar because they are based on traits shared between the two versions of the characters, but how they used them, how they manifested, might be different because of their different lived experiences. Archie growing up as an eldest son rather than an eldest daughter (and does this mean his mother hires someone to kill his father and his mother and step-father lock him up? How deep does the gender swap go?) might change things like, perhaps he's more or less likely to tell people about his visions because of different societal expectations. Perhaps Edythe's latent ability to "read" people is seen as less impressive than Edward's, like, "oh she's a girl of course she has strong emotional intelligence" or whatever vs Edward being this sensitive piano prodigy was more of an outlier.

Life and Death is such an interesting experience because SM kept a lot of the dialogue word-for-word from Twilight. Earnest has almost all the same lines as Esme, etc. But she changed the backstories to fit gender expectations.

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rosemmett · 28 days ago

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I've been watching a lot of SarahElizabethTalks on Instagram and her idea of how Rosalie and Emmett should have met has got me thinking. I prefer her idea that Rosalie and Emmett were friends as children given that they are the only cullens who are actually the same age as their partner, as opposed to the cannon that Rosalie saw this 20 year old man in the woods that reminded her of the innocence she saw in her friend's baby and just decided he needed to be saved. I much prefer the idea they met as children and she saw an old friend dying in the woods and then their love story progresses from there, but for the canon, i think we could still get something out of it.

Like if Rosalie (or Emmett, I think Emmett would also work for this) was on a hunt and she stumbles across a little baby boy with Emmett's dark hair who's been abandoned in the woods (for any miscellaneous reason) and she wants to keep him. Now I know the cullens are morally grey at best but I feel like Rosalie would have the decency to try to find if he had a family somewhere out there, because I don't think she's the type to just abduct an infant, but through some miracle she finds that her forest baby has no known living relatives, and maybe Alice sees that no one will claim him so Rosalie and Emmett adopt him, and I don't think Rosalie would give him a name as horrendous as Renesmee, but maybe something from her and Emmett's time, like if she and Emmett had him in the 1930s and for some reason the name Walter is sticking with me because I can imagine Nikki Reed saying "Walter" in an endearing voice the way she would speak to him as an adult but I prefer to imagine Nikki Reed cooing the name "Wallie" at a smiling baby (sorry, I googled 1930s baby names). I think they would be the best parents and they would be the most patient and loving caregivers, and because he's a human baby they get to watch him grow.

I think Rosalie would take a hundred million pictures of him, and it would be like Renesmee all over again, only this time Wallie wears a few outfits over and over again because they're Rosalie's favourite. I know Emmett bought him a bear onsie as soon as he adopted him because that's the type of thing Dad Emmett would do.

I think Jasper would really step into the role of an uncle and maybe having a human baby around so much would help him control his thirst finally.

I don't think Rosalie would ever turn him into a vampire, Volturi be damned, which means she would get to see him grow up and enter high school (passing all of his classes because he has 7 super smart vampires with perfect memories to help him out) and the Cullen fortune would get him to go anywhere, but I think he might want to stay places his family could visit, so he'd choose a university/college in a rainy town. And Rosalie would get to watch him make his own family, and she would not be a boy mom because she's happy enough just to be a mom so she loves her daughter-in-law.

(I also like to think that if Emmett were the one to find a little baby in the woods it would be a blonde little girl. I like the idea of them finding babies that remind them of their partner. I think Eleanore would be a nice nod to the genderbend and also would mean that Rosalie could call her "Ellie" as a nickname, which is close enough to Wallie)

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holly-and-honeybees · 2 years ago

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"'Midnight' Twilight"

My Midnight Twilight AU uses the gender swapped names from Twilight Life and Death while also changing the character's personalities, mates, backstories, and powers. For example, Jessamine (Jasper) still can feel emotions, but an only manipulate them in a mental way to make the person feel an illusion of anger. And Archie (Alice) can see visions of the past and can share his visions. Everything is well, opposite. Carine (Carlisle) is a mob boss instead of a doctor, and has poor self-control around human blood. The Cullens also are not vegetarian vampires with one exception. For the changing of mates, Beau (Bella) is mated to an original character named Anthony. They adopted a daughter together named Lucy. Edythe (Edward) is also mated to Petra, (Peter) who is still Jessamine's best friend. Everything else should fall into place from there. I will be posting moodboards and maybe drawings of the characters. Sorry about the long post. Feel free to ask me any questions! (Quick little edit here: I changed the name of Royal Hale to Ronan Hale because it physically pained me to say his name out loud.)

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mikaharuka · 8 months ago

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Status Update + My Return to ORV

Hello y'all! Despite my total radio silence here on Tumblr over... who knows how long, I'm doing just fine! I was on a writing hiatus for 6 months or so, and I also transitioned from grad school to industry (writing a master's thesis, defending it, graduating, moving across the country, a job search, so many interviews, finally getting a new job, moving across the country again, and settling into my new role).

In the past few months, I returned to the Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint and Scum Villain's Self Saving System fandoms (old faves of mine, but I was only ever a reader until recently). For those of you following my Winter Light Verse (still planning the continuation of that one out, and I hope to finally break the series hiatus earlier next year!), those two fandoms had a massive influence on my Verse. Especially in the case of ORV - so it feels like I'm finally moving back, however slowly. I'm excited to continue being active in all of those fandoms (along with S-Classes, which I recently ran into and love!)

As for what I'm doing right now? I took on the Froday Flash Fiction Challenge for December, where we're given a new prompt each day and I have the 24 hours to write for the prompt. I'm writing the work, Ad Astra Per Aspera and have actually kept up with the 600 words per day so far, which is a shocker for me. This fic is compatible with another fic I recently started, My Shining Star, My Guiding Light. Both of these fics are for the Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint fandom.

Info on both fics and the Verse are below, if you want to know more.

For those of you unfamiliar, the Winter Light Verse is my total rewrite and rebuild of the Twilight Saga, infused with Eastern themes and made very gay. The central ship of that series is Carlisle Cullen/Beau Swan, but there are several other pairs and characters that really bring the world out. Also, I had the realization the other day that I was basically writing a danmei novel with all the tropes, so that was a bit amusing. The main work is Apricity, and all of the other works in this series are either side stories or AU/spin-offs of some kind.

Ships: Carlisle Cullen/Beau Swan, Edward Cullen/Mike Newton, Alice Cullen/Jessamine Hale, Rosalie Hale/Eleanor Cullen Summary for the longfic rewrite, Apricity:

After Renee marries Phil and ropes Beau into family life, Beau moves to Forks, a town with a mystical aura. As Beau settles in, he gets closer to his father Charlie, his new friends, and the mysterious Cullens. After an accident lands Beau in the hospital where he meets the oldest Cullen sibling Carlisle, he begins to feel a strange draw to the man, notes an intricate mark, and knows for certain that something unnatural is afoot. A Twilight/Life and Death rewrite that starts on a similar premise, diverges very quickly, takes place in an entirely different world, leans more deeply into traditional/dark-erotic vampire themes, centers around an Eastern framework, and is very gay.

As for my current projects, both are for the Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint fandom and are compatible with each other. Both fics are both Joongdok (Yoo Joonghyuk/Kim Dokja) and Plotja (Secretive Plotter/Kim Dokja), but at the same time, they are written as the same person (I swear it makes sense!). Ad Astra is my current daily project, and I am slowly working through the next chapter on Star/Light as the logistics of my still-chaotic IRL situation settle a bit.

A fair warning, both of these fics contain NSFW content, though with Ad Astra, you can skip it as it is a series of snapshots and the NSFW chapters are noted as such in the title.

Title: My Shining Star, My Guiding Light Ship: Secretive Plotter/Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk/Kim Dokja, ABFD & Secretive Plotter & Sun Wukong & Uriel Rating: Explicit Summary:

There exists a dark, primal thread woven through this worldline that beckons the Secretive Plotter in like a siren song, and at its core stands the lovely siren himself. Kim Dokja. A familiar, soothing sensation washes over the outer god as he takes in the young man, and in that moment, the Secretive Plotter makes his final decision. He will have Kim Dokja for his own.

Title: Ad Astra Per Aspera Ship: Secretive Plotter/Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk/Kim Dokja, Kim Dokja & The Kkomas (especially [999]) Rating: Explicit (NSFW noted in chapter titles & can be skipped) Summary:

After Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk finish out their lives on Earth, they return to the N'Gai Forest to live out a peaceful eternity together. And despite the timeless nature of the domain, there is still something a little special about the snow and holiday vibes that they enjoy. In short, a series of snapshots of Kim Dokja's and Yoo Joonghyuk's life together in the N'Gai Forest, during the festive winter season. [Note - NSFW snapshots are indicated in the chapter titles as such and can be skipped if you wish to do so]

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