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herbrot​ ,

rosalie   couldn’t   pretend   that             this   situation   she   found   herself   in   was       ideal.      well   ,   she   could   pretend   ,   but   that   seemed   like   too   much      effort.      bare   feet   glide   silently    ‘pon   mossy      undergrowth   ,       the   stench   of   rotting   leaves             &             damp   soil   making   the   bridge   of   her   nose      wrinkle.      the   forest   was   quiet   today   ;   albeit   the   sloppy   ,      vile      noises   of   bella   slurping      helplessly      at   the   torn   wound   on   the   doe’s   quivering      throat.      rose   wasn’t   hungry   ,   her   eyes   a   delicate   ,   pale      gold      as   she   watched   the   young   vampire   with   barely   masked       disgust.                            ❛            what.   the      messiness   ,      or   the      thirst      ?           ❜                          the   mocking      trill       in   her   light   voice   seemed   to   startle   even      her   ,      tossing   her   glossy   ,   dark   hair   over   a   narrow      shoulder      as   she   glanced   away   ,   tearing   her   gaze      pointedly       from   where   bella   remained       crouched. 

nothing   got   better.   easier.             every   day   felt   like   an   endless   uphill      battle.      some   days   were   worse   than   others   ;      emmett      helped   with   those.   today   wasn’t       too      bad   ,   despite   her   having   to   be       here.       tongue   prodding   at   the   backs   of   her      teeth   ,       arms   slipped    ‘cross   her      chest   ,       letting   herself   lean    ‘gainst   a   nearby      tree   ,       ignoring   the   cool   moisture   that   touched   her       skin       ‘pon   the   lichen   etched   trunk.   jaw   sets   ,             &              the   vampire   expelled   a   slow   ,       even       breath   through   her   nose.                             ❛            ..   the   sloppiness   ,       yes.       you’ll   figure   out   your      own      hunting   rhythm   in   time.   it   just   takes      practice.           ❜                          why   was   she      helping       them   ,   offering   them      advice      ?      right.   the   newest   ,   budding   member   of   the      cullen   family.       beloved   by   everyone   ,   yet   rosalie   seemed   the   odd   one      out       with    that   verdict.   who   would      willingly      decide   to   be   what   they   were   ,   let   alone      want      it      ? 

dark   lashes   fan   as she   glanced   down   toward   the   forest       floor   ,       sharp   gaze   catching   the   base   of   a       gnarled      tree   root             &              tracing   it’s      shape   ,      her   voice   quiet   ,      tight   ,       as   she   finally   spoke   again.                             ❛            the   thirst   never      really      gets   better.   you   just   learn   to   ..      deal      with   it.           ❜ 

bella   felt   like         a   toddler         who   didn’t   know   how   to   eat   properly,         all   clumsy   limbs   and   uncontrollable   gnawing   teeth.      it   was   quite   embarrassing   already.      even   more   so   that   rosalie   had   to   be   a   witness   to   it.      it’s   difficult   not   to   flinch   at   the   mockery   in   the   other’s   voice.      they   try   not   to   think   about   it   too   heavily   before   stepping   away   from   the   drained   doe   finally.   the   back   of   hand   wiping   at   blood-stained   lips,   only   to   smear   the   crimson   across   their   cheek.   a   hot   bath   was   going   to   be   needed.   not   only   to   clean   themselves,   but   to   calm   the   adrenaline   racing   through   taut   muscles.    there    is    some    relief    ‘pon    hearing    that    they   won’t    always    appear    like    a    complete    mess    whilst    feeding,    and    some    surprise    at    hearing    rosalie    actually    cordially    providing    an    answer.  they   know    she    doesn’t    understand,     will    never    understand    why    this    life   was    chosen    over    a    normal    human    one.    there   is    nothing    they    wanted    more    than    to    fit    in,     and    this    is    where    they    felt   they   belonged.   

a   newborn   thirst   was   worse   than   anything   they   had   ever   experienced.         it   felt   as   if   they   were   continuously   drinking   water,      but   their   throat   continued   to   be   dry,   no   matter   how   much   they   put   into   it.      even   now,   standing   over   a   kill,   the   itching   is   still   present.      brown   eyes   shift   over   to   where   rosalie   stands,   looking   her   over,   studying   with   new   eyes.   the   beauty   bella   had   noticed   whenever   they   were   human   was   amplified.         “   how   exactly   do   you   deal   with   it?   i   know   edward   has   his   methods.      so,   what   are   yours?   “         it   was   asked   more   out   of   curiosity   than   the   need   for   more   advice.         the   cullen   family   had   welcomed   them   with   open   arms,   and   as   a   result   they   had   grown   close   to   the   members.   well,      all   except   one.      rosalie   was   still   seemingly   keeping   bella   at   an   arms   length.      they   wanted   to   change   that.      if   they   couldn’t   become   friends,   the   least   they   could   do   is   tolerate   each   other.   

“   i   know   you   probably   think   i’ve   made   a   horrible   mistake   by   choosing   this...”      there’s   slight   caution   in   their   tone.         the   last   thing   they   wanted   was   to   start   an   argument,      but   perhaps   talking   about   it   was   better   than   simply   ignoring   it.      that   was   something   they   used   to   do   with   their   mother.      keep   the   feelings   buried   inside,      swallow   them   whole,         hoping   one   day   they   wouldn’t   explode.      “   but   I   don’t   feel   that   way.      if      i   could   go   back,   i’d   make   the   same   decision.   “

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hi i had to take a mental health break but i’m back and going to work on drafts here and on caius c:

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…my anger is a secret, a small stone only I can feel settled heavy in my throat.

Molly McCully Brown, from Places I’ve Taken my Body: Essays

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Liminal Space Meme

Send me a random number for a starter/drabble with our characters in the setting of a liminal space #1-104 (some repeats, mostly taken from this list)

a playground at night

rest stops on highways

deep in the mountains

churches at night

abandoned 7/11’s

your bedroom at 5 am

hospitals at midnight

warehouses that smell like dust

lighthouses with lights that don’t work anymore

empty parking lots

ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods

rooftops in the early morning

inside a dark cabinet

A pond on a roof

early in the morning wherever it’s just snowed
trails by the highway just out of earshot of traffic
schools during breaks

those little beaches right next to ferry docks

bowling alleys

a cornfield next to a country road

your friends living room once everybody but you is asleep
laundromats at midnight

hospital waiting rooms 


airports from midnight to 7am

cemeteries 


abandoned penitentiaries 


hilltops at night in full moonlight 


empty barns 


marshes 


really anywhere quiet at midnight, the air vibrates 


old stones and henge 


the ocean when it’s still quiet with fog over it


train tracks that go through the middle of the woods 


bridges 


ancient places 


stands of old growth forest 
rabbit paths off hiking tails 


trails between the main ski hills 


winter twilight


back allies between houses


logging roads


dirt roads on fall evenings with leaves falling off the trees 


libraries before closing


anyplace where it’s snowing before sunrise 


the woods during a rainstorm

roads covered with snow with trees on the sideways while snowflakes are falling out of the sky


train stations after 10 PM


outside, right before a massive storm


the woods just after twilight


the beach in winter


the bottom of swimming pools 


empty beaches when its snowing

back part of a library 


late night empty streets 


highways late at night 


windy roads 


windy roads at night when you can only see the immediate road 


abandoned parking lots (office buildings, homes) 


anywhere immediately after a really bad fight 


little towns late at night when no ones awake and the only lights on are the street posts

the lakeside anytime between 2 and 6 am

firework shows when you’re sitting on the grass

House on a lake

being the only one downstairs on christmas  

stepping outside in the early morning when it has just snowed

when its dark and you see snowflakes falling down in the light of a lamppost on the lonely road

that one clear spot in the forest with trees surrounding it

a parked car in a snow/thunderstorm

corn fields with the wind blowing over them

malls when they’re about to close for the night

woods at twilight/dawn

being on a train after midnight

theme parks at night

winding back roads with rolling fog


seeing “open” signs when its really foggy and cloudy


being in a train that was crowded when you got in and now its quiet, looking at the seats knowing that there were people sitting there moments ago and now they’re gone


hiking trails that have nobody on them 


being alone in an elevator for a few minutes 


looking down at the forest when you’re standing somewhere high and seeing the top of the trees with fog lingering over them


the ferry about to take off in the middle of the night 


tree houses


empty seats on the late night train


4-6 am on a winter morning

Feeling chased

the clouds/damp coming out of your mouth when its really cold in the morning 


stepping out on an unfamiliar metro/train stop


greenhouses that have been left to grow alone


cemeteries in the middle of fields


biking/walking on the main road when its dark without cars


swamps with fog 


hotel corridors in the middle of the night


anywhere where you can hear a train whistle in the distance but you can’t see it or know just how far away it is


foggy mornings in a meadow 


that flickering streetlight


working offices at midnight

long, dark hallways

the middle of a park when its snowing

being in a forest where there are train tracks not knowing if the train may even ever approach

bonfires

a little lake in the middle of the forest

lonely swings

overgrow field/yard

the woods on a night with a full moon

empty stables

rest stops

empty metro stations that are usually crowded

gas stations on long mountain roads

the old part of a city when you’re the only one in the street

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@knivd​   :     you’re stronger than i expected.

fingers   are   curled   against   other’s   wrists,   which   are   pinned   to   the   wall   behind.      a   show   of   strength.      a   demonstration   more   than   anything   else.    “   i’m   going   to   take   that   as   a   compliment.  "    she   smiles,   amused   by   his   bewilderment.   "  this   isn’t   even   my   full   strength,   ransom.     i   show   you   that   and   you’ll   walk   out   of   here   with   broken   wrists.  "      chest   brushes   against   his   as   a   chuckle   leaves   lips,    and   realization   about     how   close     she’s   drawn   dawns   on   her.   if   cheeks   could   flush   they   would   be   ten   shades   of   red.    she   clears   her   throat   and   steps   back,    

  "    and   that’s   why   you   never   challenge   a   vampire   to   arm   wrestling.   any   type   of   wrestling   unless   you   want    to   lose.  “

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@hestroll​ :   liked   for  a   starter.    

from   one   small   town   to   the   next,            bella   couldn’t   imagine   living   in   a   crowded   city.      with   so   many   people   ...            so   much   blood   ...               it   could   lead   to   a   massacre,   and   that   is   not   something   she   could   handle   on   her   conscious.      mystic   falls   appeared   quiet   enough.         at   least   so   far,   since   arriving   one   week   ago.         the   people   were   nice   and   charlie   wouldn’t   be   in   danger   with   her   here.   optimism   is   not   her   usual   attitude,   but   bella   truly   believed   this   was   going   to   work   out.      

it   was   late   at   night,   after   a   day   filled   with   hunting   in   the   nearby   woodlands,     the   beast   inside   was   satiated   for   the   time   being.      the   only   sound   on   the   road   came   from   the   red   chevy   truck.      she   drives   for   awhile,   listening   to   just   the   sounds   of   the   road   beneath,   until   she   grows   tired   of   that   and   decides   to   turn   on   the   radio.   except    suddenly   there’s   a   figure   in   the   middle   of   the   road.   fast   reflexes   come   in   handy   as   foot   switches   from   gas   to   break   with   inhuman    speed.      the   hood   stops   mere   inches   from   the   person.   if   her   heart   could   beat,   it   would   have   been   hammering   against   her   ribcage.      bella   puts   the   truck   in   park   and   lowers   the   window,      leaning   out   to   talk   to   the   stranger.      “   are   you   ok?   i   could   have...   could   have   hit   you.   why    the    hell    are    you    in    the    middle    of    the     road?  ”   

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@voyeant​​ :   liked   for  a   starter.    

water   crashes   again   and   again   and   again.         it   pulls   her   form   underneath,   until   the   air   is   scarce.         all   she   sees   before   her   is   ocean-blue   and   then,   suddenly,      a   flash   of   red   hair.      it   terrifies   and   so   limbs   lash   out   in   order   to   get   further   away.      she   is   not   paying   attention   to   the   rocks   behind   her   and   does   not   know   they   are   there   until   head   collides   with   one.      then   there   is   nothing.      it   is   peaceful.      it   is   quiet.      until   she   is   gasping   for   air.      

the   beach   beneath   is   wet,      and   also   empty.         who   had   pulled   her   from   the   water?         bella   doesn’t   notice   that   she   isn’t   cold   against   the   chilly   breeze   and   doesn’t   know   how   one   moment   she’s   on   the   beach   and   the   next,   she’s   in   the   fork’s   police   station.   people   bustle   around,      no   one   noticing   the   chief’s   child.      “ hello?     i’m -     i’m    looking    for    charlie.      uh,     chief    swan. “         no    response.    they    carry    about    their    paper    work    as    if    a    word    hasn’t    been    spoken.      “ hello?    uh..    “ 

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𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔲𝔰   𝔦𝔰    𝔣𝔩𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤    𝔱𝔬𝔬    𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢    {  𝐓𝐎   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐔𝐍  }     //       caius  of   the volturi    by   dawn  .

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@ahtlas​​ :   liked   for  a   starter.  

one   major   difference   with   being   around   the   wolves,      was   that   they   seem   more   carefree.      the   air   is   lighter   and   so   is   that   laughter   that   fills   it.      their   own   laughter   rings   out   at   a   passing   remark   given   by   jacob   towards   seth   as   he   walks   towards   the   fire   pit.         it   is   filled   with   a   healthy   dose   of   sarcasm   and   affection.   this,   however,   leaves   bella   and   seth   alone.      they’re   not   entirely   sure   what   to   speak   about.      both   of   their   age   ranges   being   so   different   did   not   give   them   much   in   common,      but   despite   that   they   liked   seth.      he   was   like   a   ray   of   sunshine   in   a   gray   world.      aside   from   age   being   a   factor,      their   mind   keeps   straying   to   a   single   subject   anyway,         about   what   is   going   to   transpire   in   a   couple   of   days.   

an   army   will   be   marching   here   to   hurt   the   people   they   care   about   and   they   will   be   helpless   to   do   anything   about   it.   the    younger    wolf    would    be    kept    from    the    fighting     as    well,     probably    feeling       just   as   helpless   and   frustrated.         “ i’m   glad   you’re   going   to   be   keeping   edward   and   I   company.  ”      they   smile   gently,      “   we   couldn’t   ask   for   a   fiercer   bodyguard.”  

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#the saturday night for introverts starter pack

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@herbrot​​ :      liked   for  a   starter.

surroundings    mirror    that    of    a    painting,        perfect     &     serene.    it    contrasts    wildly    with    the    way    heart    hammers    against    ribcage    as    nerves    twist   and    pull   on    her    insides.    but   the    palace    was    beautiful    and    even    walking    towards    danger,      escorted    by      dangerous    beings    capable    of   terrible   things,    she    could    still    appreciate      its     beauty.     well,     what    she   saw    of    it.     her    eyes    kept    straying    to    the    ground    in    front    of    her,     keeping    gaze    low   with   shoulders  hunched.    it   was      a    practiced    skill,     making    herself    small.   there    was    no    edward    by    her    side    this    time    or    even    an    alice.     the    former    waiting    just   outside    and   the   latter    was    hundreds    of    miles   away.     it    made    the    whole    situation    feel    worse,      but    if    it    needed    to    be    done    to    keep      the    peace,     then    so    be    it.     she    would    do    this    for    the    people    she    loved.  

large    doors   were    opened,   revealing   a    throne    room.      it    was    as    imposing    as    the    first    time    she    witnessed    it.      hands    form     into   fists    at    sides,   nails    digging    into    the    skin,     as    the    pit    in    her    chest    grows    bigger.    what   does    she    do?      bow?      head    is    still    kept   low    and    gaze   does    not    lift    from    the    floor    until    given    permission    to    do    so.   there   is    a     silence    that    creates   tension    in    her     mind.     perhaps    she    should    speak?   mouth   feels    dry    as    lips    part,   “   you    wrote? “  

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@knivd​​​  :      liked   for  a   starter. 

the    sound     of       heart    beating    &    blood    pumping      is    all    that    she    concentrates    on.      if    words    are    being    spoken,      they    are    muffled    by    the     steady    beat      /      the    siren     song.       she    hadn’t    even    noticed    that    she    stopped    listening    to    all    else.       it    just    happened.       an    instinct    from    the    beast    that    lurks    inside.     no    matter    how    many    times    she’s    felt    the    hunger    take    over    now,      she    would    never    grow    used    to    it.       how    it    comes    in   crashing    waves.      feet    move    at    their    own    accord,      drawing    towards    him    in    a    slow    predatory    gait.    dark    eyes    zeroing    in    on    where    exactly   teeth    want    to    meet    skin     --      the    sliver    of    humanity    inside    screams.      NO!    

muscles    grow    taut    throughout    her    entire    body.     she    holds    her    breath,     as    if    not    being    able    to    smell    his    sweet    scent    would    help.   his    heartbeat    was    still    echoing.    still   calling   out.    bella    doesn’t    dare    move,     afraid    that    she’ll    pounce.     one    drop    of    human    blood    would    be    all    it    took    to    lose     control.    “  you    need    to    leave.   NOW.”      voice   comes    out   strong,     with    a    sharp    edge    to    it.      the    statement    was    a    necessary    abrupt    way    to    end    their    conversation.     “  i’m    not    kidding.     go    before ... “        jaw    tenses.     even    speaking    it    into    existence    was    almost    too    much.     “ just go. “

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DAISY EDGAR-JONES in FRESH

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headcanon:   bella’s human friends.   bella isn’t necessarily super close to all of her human friends,   but she does spend a good amount of time with them.  she spends the most time with angela and considers her to be one of her best friends aside from alice.  angela and bella try to hang out at least once a week after classes.  that ends up fading away for after bella is turned into a newborn. it’s one of the things about her human life that she ends up missing the most. 

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@herbrot​ :      liked   for  a   starter.

the    burn    at    the    back    of    throat    had    become    an    inferno,     too    unbearable    to    ignore.       it   otherwise    could    have    waited    until     a    more    eager    participant    could    take    the   newborn    out    hunting.    rosalie    was     the    only    one    around    and    bella    was    not    confident    enough    in    their    abilities    to     go    alone   or    they   wouldn’t   have   bothered   the   blonde    vampire.   if   a    human    happened    upon    them    by    accident,     they    wanted    someone    who    could     fight    against    their    strength.     it   was   almost    mortifying    to    hunt    in    front    of    someone    so    much    more    experienced.   someone    who    probably    would    not    hold    back    her    comments   on    their    technique.   they    tried    not    to    think    about    it    as    eyes    closed   and    focus    went    to    the    forest    around    them.      nature    hums    a    pretty    song.     wind    rustles    leaves,     bugs    buzz    in    the    air,     and    in    the    midst    of    it   all   is    a   single    doe.     crimson    hues    slam    open    and    muscles    leap    into    action.   they    try    not    to    think    about    it    too    much,     to   let    animalistic    instinct    take    over.      

it    is    almost    heartbreaking    whenever    teeth   dig    into    the    creatures    neck    and    a    loud    noise    rips    out    of    its    throat    at    the    pain.   if    they    were    not    so    thirsty,    perhaps    they    could    have    taken    a    moment    to    mourn    the    doe.    but    everything    within    urged    them    to    continue    drinking    until   there    was    nothing    left.    bella    doesn’t    care    much   what    they    look    like    while    they    feed.    it    isn’t    until    the    doe    stops    squirming    and    there    is    nothing    left    that    they    notice    the    mess    made.    blood    covers    the    new    clothes    alice    had    gifted,     but    that    is    not    what    makes    tears    start   to    form.  

the    doe    is    unrecognizable,     torn    apart    savagely.      bella    looks   away    from    it    towards    where    they    sense    rosalie.  “  alice   won’t    be   happy. “     the    back    of    hand   is   wiped    along    lips,     then   it   is  stained.   “   does   it   ...  does   it   get    easier?  “

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monitors    beeping    and    the    murmurs    of    a    reality    tv    show    randomly    picked    are    chosen    background    noise.    the    hospital    room    was    too    quiet    otherwise.   she   was    glad    her    mother    wasn’t   here    to    fuss    and   be    overprotective.   it   got   rather   exhausting.    edward    was    also   gone    and    so    was    charlie.    they    had��   been    her    three    frequent    visitors.   alice,   emmett,    and    carlisle    came    once.   it    was   nice    and    unexpected.     all    she    wanted    was    to    go    home,    but    the    damage    taken    from    james’    attack    was    too    severe.    arm   and   leg    were    still    wrapped    in    bandages.     the    burning    that    had    encompassed    her    entire    body    subsided    the    moment    edward    took    all    the    venom    out    but    there    was    still   A    GHOST   of    the    feeling    along    pale    skin    where    a    scar    would    most     likely    form.

unluckily,    it    wasn’t    a    space    she    occupied    alone.    although,    her    roommate    hadn’t    really    been    conscious    the    entire    time    they    shared    the    room.   not    that    she    wanted    them    to    be    unconscious,    but    it    was    a    small    blessing.    imagining    anyone    witnessing    renee’s    worrying    was    already    embarrassing    enough.     the    nurses    had    seen    it    and    she    wanted    to    leave    right    then.      it    didn’t    matter    that    she    could    barely    walk.      bella    looks    about    the    room    from    her    bed,     waiting    for    the    nurse    to    make    their    rounds    so    that    she    could    ask   for    some    water.  she    hated    needing    other    people    to    do    things    for    her.    the    independent    stubborn    streak    inside    tempted    her    to    get   up    and   do    it    for    herself.    just    as    sheets    are    pulled   back    and   one    foot    touches    the    ground,     there’s    movement   in    the    room.    “  oh,     i        i    wasn’t    doing    anything.  “     the    statement    was    rushed,    like    a    kid    caught    with   their    hand   in   the    cookie    jar.