#( cropped SHORT and pointing in EVERY DIRECTION ; (alice) )

[wakecp-blog]

        this  is  a    PERMANENT   STARTER   CALL   for      ALICE  CULLEN  !!!    

manic pixie dreamgirl.  delightful vampire from biloxi.  likes broody tall bois. has a pintrest board.  “i think she’s having hysterics. maybe u should slap her”.   dresses her big brother up in a fairy costume and puts him on the top of a christmas tree.  he lets her.  little princess. 

[therealvinelle]

Hi, your metas are super interesting, and even if I really enjoy fanon twilight, it's really cool to read opinions based only on canon too!

So my question is about the sexual orientation of the Cullens, do you think they all straight?

For example i saw someone saying that Edward maybe was demisexual and it left me thinking, so i just wanted to know your opinions about it :)

In short, no.

In alphabetical order:

Alice is with a man, but without getting into the mess that is Alice/Jasper here, I don’t think theirs is a particularly physical relationship. I mean, if Alice wanted to get laid, she could just decide to fuck Jasper, enjoy the vision, and bam. Itch scratched. Thanks, Jazz. Alright, I’ll be serious. Alice and Jasper are with each other because the other represents salvation, not so much because of a personal or physical attraction but because of mysticism. So to me that doesn’t really say much about Alice’s preference. All the same I can’t see Alice having a particular preference, she’s too... Alice. Although it is easier to picture her with women. She is also the second half of the Alice/Bella homoerotic extravaganza, which makes heterosexual Alice even more farfetched to me. So, bisexual or lesbian Alice.

Bella shows clear attraction to women as well as men. She’s attracted to Rosalie, Alice, Edward, and Carlisle. I’ll just give you guys quotes: Of the three boys, one was big — muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here rather than students. The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixielike, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction. (Twilight, page 9) This is the Cullens’ introduction. I won’t spend much time on it, just notice the difference between Rosalie and the others. Rosalie is highlighted in a way Alice is not, and Edward is at first glance only the boyish one of the guys. Rosalie was the Cullen whose beauty immediately stood out to Bella. It was hard to decide who was the most beautiful — maybe the perfect blond girl, or the bronze-haired boy. (sic.) Bella has realized by now that Edward’s a grade A hottie, but she’s still torn between him and Rosalie. Bella then gets to know Alice, and they become friends who take showers together(!). Rosalie may be the most attractive Cullen woman, but Alice is the one Bella gets emotionally close to. We get this in New Moon:  UNNATURALLY STILL AND WHITE, WITH LARGE BLACK EYES intent on my face, my visitor waited perfectly motionless in the center of the halt, beautiful beyond imagining.  (...) I locked my arms around her, gasping to inhale as much of the scent of her skin as possible. It wasn't like anything else—not floral or spice, citrus or musk. No perfume in the world could compare. My memory hadn't done it justice. (New Moon, page 191) Bella never thought she’d never see any of the Cullens again, so for her to be hysterical and ecstatic upon seeing her second favorite is not by itself damning. I’m sure she’d be ecstatic to see Emmett too. It’s that fact that she’d missed Alice’s scent that’s interesting. The scent of her skin was something Bella was aware of before they parted. And while it may be tempting to say “it’s because they’re vampires, Bella’s admiring them like she would a work of art!”, Bella never dwells on Esme, Jasper, or Emmett in this way. Jasper and Emmett especially are not admired beyond the introduction of their characters. We never hear about what any of them smell like, nor does Bella remark upon their beauty after waking up a vampire. Carlisle and Edward, by comparison, are men she keeps noticing. Bella finds Carlisle blindingly beautiful when she first sees him as a vampire, and there’s this from New Moon: Though it erased the sting, it reminded me of the gash, and I watched Carlisle's face carefully to distract me from what his hands were doing. His hair gleamed gold in the bright light as he bent over my arm. (New Moon, page 18) There’s thinking someone is pretty, and then there’s gazing lovingly upon their face instead of pain killers. Bella is bisexual.

Carlisle moved in with a very gay man, had a close relationship with him, lived with him for the sake of his company for decades, and only left because of dietary differences. We don’t know for sure whether they actually had an affair or not, but the fact remains that of all the Cullens, Carlisle is the one who is implied to have had a homosexual relationship in canon. He loses his straight card based on that alone. Also gonna link this clip, because I’m Mac listening to Edward talk about how young Carlisle lived with this sexy Mycenaean Greek for a few decades when he was young. Aro is all the santas. Carlisle is bisexual.

Edward... oh boy. His brain is supposedly seventeen, and yet this very interesting thing happens in his relationship with Bella where he never notices her body. Not ever. By body I mean curves. Edward notices Bella’s skin, her frailty, her humanity. He praises her blushes, her doe-like eyes, her warmth, her softness, her swan-like neck, her delicious scent. The feminine aesthetic. He does not once notice her tits. The only tits he is on record noticing belong to Siobhan, and it’s because she has an impossible to ignore rack: She was profoundly female in shape—aggressively, forcefully female. (Midnight Sun, chapter Probability) It’s one thing for him to be old-fashioned and too quintessentially Edward to even think the word “boob”, but in 700+ pages of Midnight Sun there’s just this absence of this seventeen-year-old noticing her curves. More damningly, when seeing Alice’s vision of vampire!Bella, Edward is horrified at the sight of his love cold and hard. He doesn’t describe vampire!Bella by any of the positives, like “flawless”. Edward is attracted to the human, not the woman. What that means for his sexuality... well, I’m going to go ahead and point out that he is very weird about Carlisle, and it’s damning that the personality he projects onto Bella is so similar to Carlisle. I hesitate to apply a label here, but in my own, personal, headcanon we’re veering towards homosexual. Deeeeeeply closeted homosexual.

Emmett is straight. Straightest guy ever to straight.

Esme is pretty clearly taken with Carlisle. Though if she were to feel attracted towards another woman, I imagine she’d have no idea what to make of that, if she even recognized it for what it was. She’s from a very different time and still living in that time, and she continues to be very sheltered. Still, as per my personal headcanon, I see her as straight.

Jasper, who knows. Though if he’s into guys, he has probably gone for it in the past. I suppose I should write a meta on vampires and sexual norms in general, but in short I don’t think they all live monogamously like the Cullens. STDs and pregnancies are unheard of, as is social ostracizing. Vampires are hedonistic, Twilight vampires more so than any other. Which in turn means I don’t think Maria and Jasper were monogamous. A couple, sure, but I don’t think Maria would say “oh noes, I can’t, I’m with Jasper!” if someone she was attracted to made an overture, and same goes for Jasper. So, if Jasper was into guys, then sure. I can see Jasper/Peter happening, or even Charlotte/Jasper/Peter. Jasper is certainly into women, with the possibility of guys as well. And if so, then it’s probably happened.

Rosalie I’m shocked is with a guy in the first place, everything about her screams lesbian. However, she’s clearly into Emmett, so apparently she’s bisexual.

(I’m not including Renesmée in this, since she’s three months old by the time the series conclude.)

This all being said, several of these people are from very different times and wouldn’t have the same concepts of sexuality internalized as we do, so how they’d identify is a very different matter.

[silvercoldwater]

The Twilight Saga A-Z:

A is for Alice Cullen

“The short girl was pixie-like, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.”

[mytwilightimagines13]

Memories from the past (Part five)(Caius Volturi)

Word count: 2043

The street was very narrow, cobbled with the same colour stones as the faded cinnamon brown buildings that darkened the street with their shade. It had the feel of an alleyway. Red flags decorated the walls, spaced only a few yards apart, flapping in the wind that whistled through the narrow lane. It was crowded, and the foot traffic slowed our progress. We found another street at the end. The buildings were taller here; they leaned together overhead so that no sunlight touched the pavement—the thrashing red flags on either side nearly met. The crowd was thicker here than anywhere else. We continued the walk through the shadows, even when we reached the plaza with the clock tower in the middle. Coming out of the dark lane, I was blinded by the brilliant sunlight beating down into the principal plaza. The wind whooshed into me, flinging my hair into my eyes and blinding me further. I pushed urgently toward it, not realizing till I bruised my shins against the bricks that there was a wide, square fountain set into the center of the plaza. I glanced up at the clock again. Some sort of pull lured me towards it.

A deep, booming chime echoed through the square. It throbbed in the stones under my feet. Children cried, covering their ears. Alice pulled me towards them back into the shadows. The clock tolled again. We ran past a child in his mother's arms—his hair was almost white in the dazzling sunlight. A circle of tall men, all wearing red blazers, called out warnings as we barrelled through them. The clock tolled again. On the other side of the men in blazers, there was a break in the throng, space between the sightseers who milled aimlessly around me. My eyes searched the dark narrow passage to the right of the wide square edifice under the tower. I couldn't see the street level—there were still too many people in the way. The clock tolled again. It was hard to see now. Without the crowd to break the wind, it whipped at my face and burned my eyes. That was the way we went, towards even more shadows. Edward walked in front of me while Alice walked behind me, gently pushing me into the right direction. I was so mesmerised by the small town and the beautiful plaza it contained that I hadn’t seen the two dark shapes detach themselves from the gloom. "Greetings, gentlemen," Edward's voice was calm and pleasant. “The girl as promised.” “And no harm done. We made sure of that.” Alice said, her hand still on my lower back. "Very well. Shall we take this conversation to a more appropriate venue?" a smooth voice whispered menacingly. “Very well.” Alice said as she gently pushed me for ward. “I will take it from here, miss.” The smooth voice spoke again, walking closer towards me. “Very well, Demetri.” Alice said as she took a step back and the other took a step closer to me, now occupying the spot Alice just seconds ago held. I finally dared to take a closer look at the newcomers. They were both concealed within smoky gray cloaks that reached to the ground and undulated in the wind. The second, taller man still hadn’t moved, but I felt his glare on me. “How can we be sure this isn’t some trick?” he asked. “Your Masters can confirm that it isn’t, as you should know, Felix.” Edward said in a harsh tone. The one named Felix growled at him. Wait, what? Humans can’t growl. "Felix," the second, more reasonable shadow named Demetri cautioned. "Not here." He turned to Edward. "My apologies, Edward. We have had some… disappointments in the past. That is all." My eyes were adjusting to the deep shade, and I could see that Felix was very big, tall and thick through the shoulders. Felix and Demetri stole closer toward the mouth of the alley, spreading out slightly so they could come at us from two sides, forcing us closer into the alley. "Let's behave ourselves, shall we?" Alice suggested. "There are ladies present." "Enough." The voice was high, reedy, and n came from behind us. I peeked under Edward's other arm to see a small, dark shape coming toward us. By the way the edges billowed, I knew it would be another one of them. Who else? At first I thought it was a young boy. The newcomer was as tiny as Alice, with lank, pale brown hair trimmed short. The body under the cloak—which was darker, almost black—was slim and androgynous. But the face was too pretty for a boy. The wide-eyed, full-lipped face would make a Botticelli angel look like a gargoyle. Even allowing for the dull crimson irises. Her size was so insignificant that the reaction to her appearance confused me. Felix and Demetri relaxed immediately, stepping back from their offensive positions to blend again with the shadows of the overhanging walls. Edward dropped his arms and relaxed his position as well—but in defeat. "Jane," he sighed in recognition and resignation. Alice folded her arms across her chest, her expression impassive. "Follow me," Jane spoke again, her childish voice a monotone. She turned her back on us and drifted silently into the dark. Felix gestured for us to go first, smirking. Alice walked after the little Jane at once, Edward following her at once. “After you, mia bella signora.” Demetri said as he gently pushed me to follow them, my confusion most

likely clear on my face. The alley angled slightly downward as it narrowed. My mind was racing as my feet moved forward on automatic pilot mode. What was going on? Where these people some kind of cult? Would I be sacrificed to their blood lusting god? There was a loose curve to the alley, still slanting downward, so I didn't see the squared-off dead end coming until we reached the flat, windowless, brick face. The little one called Jane was nowhere to be seen. Alice didn't hesitate, didn't break pace as she strode toward the wall. Then, with easy grace, she slid down an open hole in the street. It looked like a drain, sunk into the lowest point of the paving. I hadn't noticed it until Alice disappeared, but the grate was halfway pushed aside. The hole was small, and black. I stopped dead in my tracks. “With all due respect, I refuse to simply fall to my death thank you very much.” I said, trying to find a way to run far away from these people. “No worries, signora. Just close your eyes and I assure you that you will be safe.” Demetri said as he gently placed his hands around my waist. I sighed in defeat, knowing there was no way out of this. I was doomed. Death was approaching with every heartbeat. “Very well.” I closed my eyes so I couldn't see the darkness, scrunching them together in terror, clamping my mouth shut so I wouldn't scream. I felt Demetri pick me up slightly and jump down the hole. It was silent and short. The air whipped past me for just half a second, and then, with a huff as I exhaled, he gracefully landed on the floor without a sound. Demetri stood me upright and placed his hand on my back again, ready to guide me forwards. It was dim, but not black at the bottom. The light from the hole above provided a faint glow, reflecting wetly from the stones under my feet. Felix jumped behind us and we continued our stroll in silence. The sound of the heavy grate sliding over the drain hole behind us rang with metallic finality. The dim light from the street was quickly lost in the gloom. The sound of my staggering footsteps echoed through the black space; it sounded very wide, but I couldn't be sure. There were no sounds other than my frantic heartbeat and my feet on the wet stones. The path beneath our feet continued to slant downward, taking us deeper into the ground, and it made me claustrophobic. I couldn't tell where the light was coming from, but it slowly turned dark gray instead of black. We were in a low, arched tunnel. Long trails of ebony moisture seeped down the gray stones, like they were bleeding ink. We hurried through the tunnel, or it felt like hurrying to me. At the end of the tunnel was a grate—the iron bars were rusting, but thick as my arm. A small door made of thinner, interlaced bars was standing open. We all ducked through and hurried on to a larger, brighter stone room. The grille slammed shut with a clang, followed by the snap of a lock. I was too afraid to look behind me. On the other side of the long room was a low, heavy wooden door. It was very thick—as I could tell.

We were in a brightly lit and unremarkable hallway. The walls were off-white, the floor carpeted in industrial gray. Common rectangular fluorescent lights were spaced evenly along the ceiling. It was warmer here, for which I was grateful. This hall seemed very benign after the gloom of the ghoulish stone sewers. The heavy door creaked shut behind us, and then there was the thud of a bolt sliding home. Jane waited by the elevator, one hand holding the doors open for us. Her expression was apathetic. Once inside the elevator, the three figures with cloaks seemed to relax further. They threw back their cloaks, letting the hoods fall back on their shoulders. Felix and Demetri were both of a slightly olive complexion—it looked odd combined with their chalky pallor. Felix's black hair was cropped short, but Demetri's waved to his shoulders. Their irises were deep crimson around the edges, darkening until they were black around the pupil. Under the shrouds, their clothes were modern, pale, and nondescript. I cowered in the corner, cringing against the wall, their red eyes freaking me out even more. They were most defiantly a cult. And I was the stupid lamb that jumped happily and unknowingly into their bloody arms. Bloody hell. Stupid lamb I am. The elevator ride was short; we stepped out into what looked like a posh office reception area. The walls were panelled in wood, the floors carpeted in thick, deep green. There were no windows, but large, brightly lit paintings of the Tuscan countryside hung everywhere as replacements. Pale leather couches were arranged in cosy groupings, and the glossy tables held crystal vases full of vibrantly coloured bouquets. The flowers' smell reminded me of a funeral home. In the middle of the room was a high, polished mahogany counter. I gawked in astonishment at the woman behind it. She was tall, with dark skin and green eyes. She smiled politely in welcome. "Good afternoon, Jane," she said. Jane nodded. "Gianna." She continued toward a set of double doors in the back of the room, and we followed. As Felix passed the desk, he winked at Gianna, and she giggled. On the other side of the wooden doors was a different kind of reception. The pale boy in the pearl gray suit could have been Jane's twin. His hair was darker, and his lips were not as full, but he was just as lovely. He came forward to meet us. He smiled, reaching for her. "Jane." "Alec," she responded, embracing the boy. They kissed each other's cheeks on both sides. Then he looked at the group before his eyes landed on me with curiosity. "Is this really her?" he noted, looking at me. Jane nodded, a proud look on her face. "Nice work." She laughed—the sound sparkled with delight like a baby's cooing. "The Masters will be so glad to finally meet you, madam. Master Caius and Mistress Athenodora especially.” Alec said, speaking to me directly now. I only looked at him in confusion "Let's not keep them waiting," Jane suggested. Alec and Jane, holding hands, led the way down yet another wide, ornate hall. Yup. I was going to die. To some weird BDSM cult… great. Stupid little lamb I am.

[sunca]

Hello!~ I would like to request (SDC) Star Platinum x Stand OC. The stand user is kind, bubbly, and an artist. She doesn't really have the hots for Jotaro, let alone Star Platinum. However, her stand, which is sentient, LOVES to cuddle with Star Platinum and admire his muscles. She/it isn't a fighter since it/she uses psychic powers, but she/it loves watching Star fight. Is that a little too much? Thanks anyway!

"𝒮𝓊𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎"

Star Platinum x Stand OC

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One shot.

Warning : blood, kidnapping, forced.

Count : 4657

Of course not, Octopus. I really like that idea and thank you. ^^

Well, at first I had a hard time writing this. Don't get me wrong. It's just I got three ideas in my head and I didn't know which one to choose. So, I wrote all three of them down and decided to draw lots for that.

But then on Friday night, I just went 'Frog it. Let's combine them." Haha.

After this, I realized I might need to make some changes in the rules. So, check it out. Ok?

If you ever feel unsatisfied with this, feel free to slide into my inbox or ask box. I don't mind.

Recommended song : Moon and Back by Alice Kristiansen.

Sorry for being late. Please forgive me for the messy art. Enjoy. ^^

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Wheats swaying under the compact rays. Reaching to hold tight to the gust which fleetingly egressed. The cumulonimbus of grey clouds sited around the horizon. Faint blue, orange and red surrounding them. The field filled with crops and trees. Some small houses here and there. A young woman running at front and a group of puppies chasing her with enthusiasm. A faint of grey tainted on the milky flat surface. A pair of alluring eyes observing the scene. The eyelids flattered and their focus went back to grey and white paper. The image coming into shape with every stroke she pulled. The graphite tip sliding under the fingers like a magic wand. Obeying their master's commend.

The girl tripped and rolled over to meet with the welcoming licks on her elfin face. Their tiny tails wiggling at the contact with their beloved human. Giggles rumbling out from her chest. Being tickled by their small feet and nudges. When she rose up, a puppy in her hands and she playfully bit its ear with her lips to receive another lick. She couldn't stop giggling in joy. She then in between laughter, looked up at the female who was watching over her. A small figure waving her hand. She didn't put the pencil down and waved back. The brunette then put the golden fluffy ball down. She stood up and brushed the hay, dirt and dry grasses off her clothes. Her legs taking her to the woman who was sitting under the shade of a tree.

The puppies catching up to the young female steps. One of them jumped on the other and playfully bit its neck which resulted in the one from the under yelping in response. It then struggled and ran off, leaving the one behind. The crackling of grasses opened the eyelids of a 4 years old golden retriever. It lifted up its chin to check if any danger were approaching them. The woman beside it, put her hand on top of its head and scratched which made it to close its eyes. Savouring the paradise of its own luxury.

"(Y/N)! Can we play in the rain before we go home?" The young woman asked. The older woman's eyes shifted from the dog to her. She then focused on the dark clouds approaching them. Thunder bolts triggering in them. She then turned her head back to her sister. The golden fur slept flat under the brushing of her hand. Her rosey lips puckered like a rose bud.

"No, ViVi. You're already 19 and I'm 21. We're not kids anymore. Besides, I don't think it will only rain. See?" To her pointed index finger, Vivian turned to see the flashing under the mist of grey. A puppy making his way to his mother tripped and fell side way. "I think that's a whole storm there. I would rather keep you, Olive and the pack safe while both mom and dad are away," she continued. The puppy's tail swung side to side.

"Hmm... I thought we could still have some fun together, (Y/N)."

Disappointment in her tone. "Woof!" The one in the field barked into the tall crops. Vivian turned her head to the direction and saw the golden spheroid dislike at the corns. "Berry! Come here, girl!" She called out to her but she kept throwing her anger towards the innocent mealies. When she whistled, the pup glanced back to her but hesitated to head to the two women. When a harsh breeze marched at your direction, Olive's attention quickly went to her baby. She didn't waste any time and ran towards Berry. "What's up with, Berry and Olive?" Vivian asked and you stood up. Your right hand occupied with a sketchbook and a pencil.

"Dunno," you shrugged. Vivian then followed Olive with a puzzled look. Occasionally looking down on the path she was taking. You noticed the rest of the puppies were alerted. All of their gaze on their sister and mother. You didn't want any harm towards your dear sister. So, you tagged along with her. When you were in 5 meter range to Olive and Berry, you saw something moving in the fields. "Vivian," you called out to her. Your sister too distracted by Berry. "Vivian!" The eyes of the dark shadow made contact with yours and then, in a flash, something rushed in air towards you. You didn't understand why the oxygen won't reach your lungs. Your hands reached to your throat to feel warm liquid gushing out. Your mouth overflowing with sticky substance.

A faint cry and noises blurred in as you turned your head to see a woman struggling in the arms of two strangers. Her hair in a mess. Tears smattering on her face. A golden fur waved as it jumped to attack one of them. Only to fell away with crimson liquid splashing out. 'Vivian?' Noises rang in your head but too far to catch what they were. You glanced to the motionless dog laying still in the position it fell. 'Olive?' That was the last thought as your body unstable and the darkness pulled the curtains down.

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The ceiling was dark with a faint yellow glowing on them. The droplet of water echoing in the dead silent room. The sound of woolen blanket took over the silence, signaling you woke up. You put a hand over your head. The light headache didn't do anything good to you. Taking a sharp breath in, you observed the surrounding. Your legs poking out under the dark blanket. Stoned floor and wall. A lantern with some bugs flying around it. A woman sitting on the chair. A table with a few papers and books on it. A bookshelf with dust and cobwebs on it. Untouched.

The scrape of the chair against the floor rang as she stood up. Your vision filled with her. She then headed to the entrance. The door creaked as she twisted and pulled the doorknob. The heel hit the stoned floor, emitting short sounds with every step. With a loud echo, the door became a barrier between you and the woman. Your attention went back towards your legs.

'What happened?' The eyelids fluttered once. The alluring orbs playing peekaboo under them. 'Where am I?' The glance shifted its direction. Jumping from one place to another. 'Why am I here?' Thoughts altered in your head but only stayed as questions. Your puzzling thoughts settled down as the wooden door once again opened. Revealing an old woman with peculiar clothings and a tall wooden club in her hands.

"You must be hungry, Child." A welcoming smile twisted into a unnerving one.

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You fell into the mattress with a loud thud. Exhausted from a rough day. You didn't fight them physically and yet, your stand detecting all those stand users beat you up. Not to mention you had to sneak a message every once in a while to those underlings of Enyaba and this tiresome heat of Egypt. You felt a soft chill down your spine and your stand came out to looked around. Checking for any stand users nearby. Being the radar for the Joestar's tour group. Polnareff came out from the bathroom with white foam and a toothbrush struck in his mouth.

"Wuu short tak ah bat fast. It whale cwear wor mine," Polnareff talked while lifting his chin, not wanting the white stuffs to fall over his chin. Your stand nodded in agreement and approached you. "What?" You lifted up your head at gibberish Polnareff just spoke. "Pol Pol, you can speak three languages? French, English and that one which I don't completely under-WHOA!" You clinched onto the sheets while your stand tried to get you off from the bed by pulling at your ankles.

You sulked at your stand which made your stand to smile at you. She then patted your head making Polnareff laugh which resulted in him coughing on the liquid dripping through his throat. You and your stand giggled at clumsy attempt Polnareff did. When he spit it out and washed his mouth with water, your stand tried to undress you. You yelped and struggled from her grasp, screaming how it's inappropriate and that a male is present in this room. She then stopped and glanced at Polnareff who was covering his face with his hands. Peeking in between his fingers.

She narrowed her eyes at Polnareff and he chuckled. She then picked you up and walked into the bathroom which made Polnareff stepped aside and said in a sing song voice, "Ladies first." Your stand nodded acknowledgingly and closed the door. You having no strength to even move. She then stripped you off and bathed you like a baby. She washed your hair and you relaxed into her care. Having your stand as your motherly figure isn't that bad at all. The shampoo dripped with water and entered your eye which made you close your eyes and whine at her.

When you came out, dressed in pyjamas, your stand was drying your hair with a towel. "(S/N), I appreciate you taking care of me but I can't see where I am going," you told your stand and she stopped. You saw Polnareff, Kakyoin and Jotaro sitting on the floor. Snacks, juices, beers and water bottles sat in the centre. Kakyoin was drinking water, a cigarette lit on Jotaro's lips and Polnareff was eating a pear. Their attention went to you when they heard your voice.

"Hello, (Y/N). Please don't mind us," Kakyoin started once after the water went down with his adam apple bobbing. "(Y/N), you gotta try these. These are really juicy!" Polnareff spoke to you and you walked up to them. You sat in between Polnareff and Jotaro in their circle when Star Platinum came out. "ORA!" He called out to your stand happily. Your stand stopped helping you and hugged Star. Your stand looked so happy. You picked out a water bottle to get some hydration. Polnareff kept offering you the pear and then you took it. To feel the richness on your tongue.

Star platinum kept talking in his war cries and your stand listened with every nod. When she tried to communicate back, there were a lot of hand gestures. She didn't let go of Star's arm though. She kept squeezing the muscles in rapture. Both you and Jotaro looked at each others. Feeling weirded out but you both brushed it off. He tried to punch you when you two first met. You're normally a sweet and forgiving person but Jotaro being rude to everyone he just met isn't something you were fond of. But you were glad he didn't insult you or call you bad names anymore.

That night was memorable. You and Kakyoin cheering Polnareff's drunk dance and song. All three of you laughing at drunk Jotaro's dead puns and jokes. Silently listening to Kakyoin's ghost stories from his hometown. Them promising to visit your home in the future. Everything was really fun. You felt like you had your childhood back again with them. Before you knew, you were attaching emotional strings with them. You felt at peace with them. Like you got some friends. Some good friends whom understood you.

When all of you get knocked out, at the open window, Star and your stand were sitting there. Appreciating the beauty of the night. Stars sparkling like stable fireflies here and there. "Ora," Star Platinum pointed to a star faintly glowing in the dark blue decorated with white cotton in them. The moon smiling at them two. Your stand nodded and searched for the one he was pointing at. Once she saw it, she nodded. Star then started explaining about how he got to knew its name. He then shifted to his owner's past. How he missed his mom and dad but also vexation with his father for being absent in his childhood and teenage years. How he had to grow so quickly despite being a 17 years old.

Your stand's hand fell onto his and he glanced at you. Remorse in his eyes. When he broke into tears, she pulled him into a comforting hug. He then poured every pain out. Your stand glanced at Jotaro who was whimpering in his sleep. She then let out a soft sigh. Caressing Star's broad back. Being a 21 years old, it was hard to deal with a vampire holding your beloved sister as a hostage and sent you off as a spy to betray your newly formed friends. You being a good person at heart, your stand felt weight in her chest. Feeling concerned for you and everyone caught in this cob web.

×

When Kakyoin rejoined your group, you were gratified but your stand wasn't because she sensed a bad news following along with him. He finally asked about your past again. You told them the same thing again but one hole in your story cornered you. Everyone lost their trust in you but you cried and apologised. Every worry you held, every second thoughts you had, everything fell from your lips with your tears. Even though they felt empathy and sympathy for you, they didn't know what to do with you anymore. Polnareff felt betrayed, Kakyoin was in rage, Jotaro knew you held some secrets and wasn't suprise, Avdol comforted your sobbing form, Iggy rubbed against you and Mr. Joestar was deep in thoughts.

"Mr. Joestar! We can't keep her like this! She was clearly working for Dio and who knows what is true and what's not!" Kakyoin yelled. His hands were partially shaking. He was completely in despair. He didn't have any friends before but when he got, he was met with disappointment. It was clear he was frustrated. He felt sorry for you but he didn't know what to do with you anymore. He knew you were a really kind person. He knew it wasn't your fault but the fact that he couldn't help his own buddy exasperated him.

Polnareff was as silent as Jotaro. They didn't try to make any protest. No words came out. No. Nothing. Avdol defended you and told Kakyoin that you had your reasons. Just like how they were doing this for Mrs. Holly and how you were just trying to keep your sister alive. Every words went through your ears like knives. Stabbing your heart and causing you more pain than you have already suffered. Their bickering dropped when Joseph cut them off.

×

It was clear Dio was after Jotaro and the group. The mansion was dead silent and dark. You sneaked in and your stand also came out. She then detected your sister at the reading room. You headed towards it in a rush and found her. You were glad to see her alive and well. But when you dragged her out to get out of this hell, she struggled.

"You don't understand, (Y/N)! Lord Dio loves me! He looks forward to see me everyday and he cares for me a lot!" The first thing that fell out from her mouth after she slapped away your hand, shook you. You walked through hell for her and she appreciated you with her undying love for that undead. You made a bet with the devil, put your life on the line to bring her back home safe and alive. But looks like that devil blinded her. Mocking you in your face.

"What?" Your irritation displayed in your eyes. The two young woman stood still at the entrance hall. "What did you just say?" Tears started to well around your eyes. Blurring your vision. "He loves you? Just by wanting to see you everyday? Just by acting like he cares for you?" Your shoulders started to tremble. Sobs taking over your chest. Your stand came out to hold your shoulders. Telling you to calm down and not to lash out at your younger sister. She wasn't the one in fault anyway.

"VIVIAN! HE WAS THE MAIN REASON WHY WE WERE KIDNAPPED! HE WAS THE MAIN REASON WHY WE WERE CAUGHT UP IN THIS MESS! HE WAS THE MAIN REASON WHY I HAD TO WALK ON THE BLADE! HE WAS THE ONE WHO HELD YOU AS A HOSTAGE AND TOLD ME TO BETRAY MY NEW FRIENDS AND IF YOU THINK SOMETHING YOU SEE EVERYDAY LOVES YOU, YOU SHOULD MARRY THAT MIRROR BACK AT HOME!" Your body trembled and your legs failed on you but your stand caught you and gently put you down. Only the echo of your sobs were heard. Your sister couldn't move. Thoughts bundled in her mind. Too complicated to pull out a string.

"I w-went through ev-everything to keep you a-alive, Vi Vi. Let's just g-et you back home. Mom and D-Dad must be worri-ed," Feelings blocking your way. "Pl-Please, Vi Vi," you begged at her for her own safety. To give you a chance to protect her. It seemed like she got it. She kneeled down in front of you and apologised. Hugging you tight and taking off some weight off your shoulders.

×

You watched the fight caused by the old grudge. Your stand out with you to keep you safe and help them as much as she could. Admiration and concern mingled in the shine of her eyes. You led Polnareff to them by using your stand. When Jotaro's life was in danger, Polnareff left your side. Even though Jotaro played dead and tricked Dio, you knew he was alive. When they changed locations, you followed them. With an intense chill down your spine, your hair standing up, you noticed Jotaro achieved his true ability. Even in stopped time, you had those feelings even if you couldn't witness or move. Having a sentient stand was an advantage for you.

×

This was the last arrow you tracked. You, Polnareff and Jotaro finally get some rest. The three of you chilled in a restaurant and ate dinner. It was a chill session until Polnareff got drunk and sung out loud. Jotaro and you were laughing out loud and sang along. He sang it a lot of times and now, even you two mesmerized the lyrics. After everything you went through, you didn't give a frog about people sending your group glances. You deserved some freedom after all. Even though, it disturbed the others.

After that, the three of you ran around the town and bought some souvenirs. Polnareff, Jotaro and their stands tried on hats, glasses and silly poses which didn't fail to make you laugh. You and your two friends had fun all evening. Before everything went dark, the three of you sat at a nearby hill and watched the sun set. Tomorrow was the day to head back home. Polnareff back to France, Jotaro back to Japan and you back to your family. You would surely miss them after this. You didn't want to go home yet. Maybe not wanting to leave Egypt. Maybe just not wanting to leave these two dorks.

While you were too occupied with your thoughts, a blurred muscular figure drawing close near to a ghostly figure in the background. Their lips came in contact. Left with soft smiles on them. You felt something pressed on your lips and you turned to gaze upon your stand making out and being touchy with Star Platinum. You then met Jotaro's tortoise ones. "Ack!" "Yeck!" You two acted like children who saw their parents kissing and that caught Polnareff's attention. He then saw the whole thing and asked, "Wait. You two are dating?" He asked. "He's not my type," you defended yourself. "I am not interested in humans," Jotaro replied to Polnareff and both of you took that wrong way which ended with you two teasing him.

×

You woke up by a loud noise and opened your eyes to notice you were on the wooden floor. You stood up, your body still half asleep. Your stand and Star platinum was cuddling on your bed and maybe accidentally knocked you over. You opened your mouth to tell your stand to move a bit for you but both Star and your stand looked at peace in each other's arms. So, you didn't say anything to them and picked up your pillow from the floor. You then threw it at Jotaro who woke up by a thud at his face. Usually, you are a good person but no one disturb your sleep. And by that means, not even a single soul. Now, you were in a foul mood.

"What the f*ck?" Jotaro narrowed his eyes at you and then at the love birds. He then groaned and rolled to the other side,and kept your pillow as something to hug tight in his sleep. You walked pass his bed and stopped beside the one Polnareff was snoring in. You held his arm and shook him. "Polnareff...," your voice started to sound whiny. He didn't open his eyes. You scratched your neck and shook him again. "Polnareff!" Yes. You were whining. "Eh? Wha? Who? Which?" He opened his eyes and looked around. When he saw you, he blinked.

"Oh... What's wrong?" He asked in closed eyes. His hair silky and spread around his head. You pointed to your bed and replied, "I can't sleep." Polnareff then groaned a bit and raised his head to look over Jotaro's shoulders. "They're at it again. Huh?" His head fell back to the soft mattress. He then moved to the side for you and you kneeled onto the mattress. "Come here, Sherry," he opened his arms for you. Both of you were too sleepy to comprehend what he called you. You get into his arms and laid your head his arm. You put your arm on his waist and your leg on his thigh. He's your personal pillowcase now. Even though he didn't open his eyelids, he put the sheets over you and hugged you tightly. The light snoring echoed in the dimly lighted room.

×

The giggles of a baby and Polnareff's voice filled up the living room. "Peekaboo!" Polnareff teased the child and that never failed to make the baby smile wide. Jotaro wasn't the best with kids but since he was her favourite, he didn't have any problem letting her sit on his lap. The baby then clung onto Jotaro's shirt and tried to stand up. He then supported her with his hands under her armpits. She pulled his shirt over and searched for that birthmark. When she found what she wanted to see, she smiled at Jotaro. He just brushed it off with his catchphrase. The similar but smaller birthmark on the back of her shoulder stood still.

You sighed and stood up from the sofa, leaving the two love birds cuddling more space. Vivian coming in with snacks and drinks for the visitors. You glanced at Jotaro who handed Vivian her daughter. "How is Mr. Joestar doing? How comes he doesn't join us this time?" you asked while picking up the potato chips. Jotaro heaved an irritated sigh. "Good and busy." That ended the conversation between you two. Even though, you knew he didn't mean any threat in it. Maybe he had other problems with his life.

Polnareff started the conversation again. That the hunting for the arrows wasn't over yet. About its origin as much as he found out. You told them about the women who made through alive and how some had possibly Dio's offsprings. All reported towards Speedwagon Foundation and that they can call you whenever they need help. Jotaro went on about figuring there are more stand users now and that they are misusing their power. How you guys need to put an end to it. Working for SWF wasn't that bad after all. You still have in contact with your comrades and figured out how to keep your sister and your niece safe.

Star talked about how he was doing, how things had been going on, how Jotaro's focused on studies, how Jotaro barely fight anymore and how much he missed her. Your stand also told him how she was doing, how you got a job in SWF, how she's helping with you, how your niece is doing, how much she adores him and missed him. When they pulled in to kiss, you covered your niece's eyes out of habit. Your sister was confused at your unusual attempt, Polnareff was laughing till his bum bum hit the carpet. Jotaro cracked a smile and covered it with the shadow of his brim. You felt really embarrassed and the red tinted on your ears proved it.

×

People moving towards their own direction. Busy as they seemed. You in a tight group hug. Knowing your friends are gonna follow the path set by their own fate. You didn't know if you will see them again or not. That's why you wanted to treasure this moment. The little baby whined a bit. Wanting to join into your group hug. When you three broke it off, Polnareff went to her and kissed her cheek. Chuckling when she grabbed his earring. He took it off and let her keep it as a memorable gift. She kept chewing it with her small teeth. When he pulled away, her small hand lingering to touch his cheeks again. Leaving half of his heart with her.

Jotaro only patted her head. Saying, "Yare Yare." Her little fingers clinging onto his big ones. "Ya...re... Yare," she replied and the three of you gasped. Jotaro with a proud smirk. Your sister in joy because she started talking finally after 2 years. Polnareff fussing over about it because she didn't start with 'Pol Pol' even though he taught her plenty of times. You realized there was a start of something at the end of this. A heart warming smile on your lips.

The two lovers holding onto each other tightly. Not wanting to go. How he melt into her palm on his cheek. Savouring their last moment together. Not wanting to go. Her smile put an ease into his worried and sad heart. His arms around her. Surrounding her with his muscles which she adored so much. Maybe that was their last kiss. Maybe not. Who knows. His body separated hers. He having to stay in his master's range. His fingers traced onto her palm and then fingertips till there were no contact. He didn't turn back to his master yet. His eyes lingering onto her. Her eyes welling with tears. Not wanting this to end. "Ora...." Soft and delicate as a string of silk. Unlike their love for each other.

The baby mewled as her two playmates's back got smaller in the vision. Her face red like a tomato. Baby tomato as Polnareff's nickname for her. This made you chuckle a bit. Her hand stretching out for them. Her fist waving, signaling them to come back to her. Both of them turned to look at her. Polnareff raising his both hands and waving. His bag swaying. Jotaro tipped his brim at you three. "Bye Bye!!" Polnareff gave his farewell to have her crying out for more. Your sister held her delicate little hand and waved it. You looked at your stand crying and glanced around. Then acted like you were trying to wave and patted her back.

If fate still have surprises for you, you just wish your friends were one of them and your stand wish for the same too. If it were meant to be, you will definitely meet them again in the future. Age, appearance, experiences. Surely, they will differ but that would be the reason for you three to get drunk and sing that song again. Together. Surely, that would bring the other half of Star's heart back to him again. Surely, there will be only happiness and nothing to mourn or long for anymore. Surely,...

Surely.

[ginwhitlock]

Cullen Clan Biographies

Mary Alice Brandon “The Pixie” Cullen

"The short girl was pixie-like, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction."

[sarcasmandships]

Twilight aesthetics; Alice Cullen | Vampire

‘The short girl was pixie-like, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.’

‘“She sees things—things that might happen, things that are coming. But it's very subjective. The future isn't set in stone. Things change.”’

‘“Somethings are more certain the others...like the weather. People are harder. I only see the course they’re on while they’re on it. Once they change their minds - make a new decision, no matter how small - the whole future shifts”’

[rainandhotchocolate]

Movie Star

A/N Hello! This is another fun idea I’ve had, I want to write more so let me know if u like it! It’s Sirius x reader fake relationship trope cause I’m yet to do that and YES PLEASE anyway enjoyyyy lel

Y/N stared in the mirror. She was wearing her nicest pair of jeans and cropped black flowing top with matching black boots that she had spent three hours shining last night. She’d even done her hair so it curled softly down her shoulders, having practiced it for the last week. She’d done everything she had planned for today, a whole binder sitting in her bag (that she’d also polished), healthy snacks and sunglasses and a small bottle of vodka, just in case, but she couldn’t move from the mirror.

It was her first day on set. Ever. Living in LA had been one of the most challenging and painful thing Y/N had ever done, and she had been very close to driving home and just fucking becoming a full-time taco bell server but she received a call two days previous for a tv series role because the girl originally offered it had been offered to play Meryl Streep’s daughter in some likely million dollar movie.

“Y/N, get the fuck out of the bathroom and leave!” Lily’s voice screamed from the hall, her fists banging loudly against the door.

“I just… I just need a minute!” Y/N called back, flattening out her hair again. You can do this. You’ve read the script. A lot. A lot a lot. You’ve got this. Or maybe you’re going to fall flat on your face.

“I swear to god, Y/N, if you miss your first day I will actually kill you.” Lily was banging with her foot now and Y/N groaned.

“Ok, ok, fine. I’m coming out.” Y/N steeled herself and turned on her heel, marching out of the room. “How do I look?”

Lily gave her a once over, her lips pursed.

“Hot as hell, but just professional enough.”

“Perfect, ok I should go shouldn’t I,” Y/N picked up her bag and swung it over her shoulder.

“Please do.”

Y/N pulled Lily into a tight hug and moved quickly out of the room. Lily called ‘Good luck’ loudly as Y/N slammed the door shut, struggling to pull her keys out of her bag with the amount of crap she had put inside it.

The drive was thankfully quick, and she pulled up to the lot in 23 minutes and 30 seconds feeling increasingly nervous and slightly worried that she might puke.

“ID,” the security guard sounded incredibly bored.

“Yes, right of course! It’s my first day so…” Y/N trailed off as she noticed the security guard had turned back to her phone. “Uh, here it is.”

The guard looked at it, checking the database before waving her through, the boom gate opening slowly. Y/N thanked the guard and drove through to the parking lot.

“Ok, lot 34, 34…” Y/N mumbled as she checked her phone, “Where the fuck is this.”

There seemed to be no numbers on any building, people moving left and right and screaming aggressively for her to move out of the way.

“Sorry! Fuck I cannot be late,” Y/N swore under her breath, feeling her heart rate increasing at the thought of being late and the director just firing her on the spot for being a trash actress who can’t even find a bloody set on time. She re-opened the email sent to her with the maps and details about the set, zooming in on 34 and trying to match it up where she’d walked from the parking lot, and smoothly slammed into someone’s back.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry,” Y/N winced, leaning over to pick up her bag and the things that had fallen across the floor.

“It’s totally fine,” a deep voice replied, the person she’d bumped into turning and bending down to help her out. “Here’s your… vodka?”

Y/N stood up and met the person’s eyes, nearly choking on her own spit. In front of her was the stupidly gorgeous, incredibly famous Sirius Black. He looked even better in person, and, frustratingly, had a goofy smile playing on his face as he handed her the bottle of alcohol.

“Oh, uh, I just am not really sure if I might need some kind of bribe and now that I’m saying it it sounds really idiotic, thank you.” Y/N grimaced, wanting to crawl into a hole.

“First day on set, huh?” Sirius laughed, popping the bottle into her bag.

“How did you guess,” Y/N sighed, “I’m very lost, any chance you would know where lot 34 is?”

“I would actually, it’s where I’m going as well.”

“I… oh.” Y/N had forgotten to read the cast list. In all her planning and panicking and memorising every aspect of the script and characters that she could, she’d forgotten to read the fucking cast list.

“You must be Y/N then? Replacing Amanda?” Sirius began leading the way towards set, Y/N struggling to keep up with his long legs and attempting to avoid staring at his perfectly styled dark curls that hung just above his shoulders.

“Yes! I got the call a few days ago.”

“You look familiar, what else have you been in?” Sirius pulled open a door to his right, letting Y/N go in first.

“Oh I actually… um… haven’t – “

“Y/N, Sirius, please get into hair and makeup we needed you on set 10 minutes ago!” A girl with bright blonde hair and a wild expression pointed towards two caravans to the side of the room. Y/N apologised and moved quickly away, having never been more thankful to be interrupted. She pushed the door open to hair and make-up, looking around awkwardly.

“Hey there! Y/N?” A girl with short brown hair and bright pink spiky earrings grinned at her.

“Yep, that’s me.” Y/N followed her into the small room that was covered in boxes of different make up, paints and wigs hanging up against the walls. The entire front of the caravan was covered in mirrors, a chair in front of each one.

Y/N sat down in the chair the girl directed to, staring at herself awkwardly in the mirror.

“I’m Alice, I’ll be your hair and make-up gal for this season, hopefully the next one but here’s hoping it’s picked up,” Alice began to fiddle with Y/N’s hair, pulling it up and around her shoulders whilst she spoke. “So have you read through the whole script? It’s definitely the coolest thing I’ve worked on so far, and lets be real we’ve all dreamed of working with Sirius.”

Alice actually waggled her eyebrows, grinning at Y/N.

“Yeah it sounds like a cool story,” Y/N mumbled, her eyes watching Alice’s hands closely, wondering what she was going to do to her.

“So cool!” Alice pulled her hair up into a bun, pining up the loose strands and standing in front of the mirror to look at her face. “I’ve gotta ask, how did you react when you found out you were getting to kiss Sirius? I think I would have screamed the house down.”

Alice giggled, grabbing out a brush and primer, beginning to smear it across her face. Y/N resisted closing her eyes and smiling absent-mindedly as the feeling of the brush swishing across her face almost made her forget what Alice just said. Once she’d lifted the brush Y/N replied.

“Is Sirius… is Sirius playing Aramis?” Y/N felt her stomach twist, Alice, testing a couple of foundation types on Y/N’s wrist before dabbing it across her face.

“Yes! Didn’t you read the cast list?”

“Apparently I’m not that smart,” Y/N muttered, wanting to kill herself. She could have prepared for this, researched him, previous roles, kissing style, not panicking when he leans in. You fucking idiot.

“Don’t worry, the amount of people who haven’t read the script by the first day on set would surprise you,” Alice’s warm smile seemed to calm her slightly, likely alongside with the soft brush sweeping over her cheeks and eyes.

“Are there…” Y/N paused, unsure if she wanted to admit that she was sort of new to the whole filming thing, or if she would be accidentally humiliating herself.

“Hmm?” Alice gave her a look, holding the brush back, “You ok?”

“Yeah, just nervous.” Y/N gave her a small smile.

“Well either way, you look amazing,” Alice stepped away from the mirror and behind Y/N’s chair so she could see herself in the mirror. Y/N leaned in to look at herself, or herself 2.0. Alice had somehow highlighted angles in Y/N’s face that she didn’t even realise she had, her eyes highlighted by the subtle brown eyeshadow and liner.

“Holy shit, you are good.”

“You’d hope so,” Alice breathed out a laugh, letting out Y/N’s hair. “Now I’m sorry in advance because you’ve done your hair so nicely, but we are starting with the second scene today and you’re about to have your hair absolutely destroyed by some back combing.”

“I’ll forgive you,” Y/N laughed at her genuinely apologetic expression, grimacing when she held up the brush like a knife.

“Here we go.”

Alice gave her a hug when she left the caravan, wishing her luck like they had been friends for the last seventeen years and pointed her towards costumes. Four girls and two guys swarmed around her, holding up multiple tops and pants that looked exactly the same but with slight differences in the colour. Y/N wondered if they’d made them after the previous girl had cancelled, Y/N had given her a thorough stalk and immediately noticed the very big skin tone difference. They handed her a peasant blouse and linen pants, letting Y/N slip them on behind a curtain before circling her again once she’d changed, handing her a pair of lace up brown boots.

Y/N walked towards set, sucking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly with each step. Someone knocked her lightly on the shoulder.

“Love the new look.” Sirius smiled at her, his hair looking somehow better.

“Yes, it’s called the ‘my hair is secretly a bees nest’” Y/N matched Sirius’ quite fast pace, drinking in his loud, dog-like laugh, his head shaking back.

“Alice is honestly an artist,” Sirius grinned at her, leading her towards the director and producer who were huddled together next to the set of large village facades, a gravel path along the front.

“She is, this isn’t my real face,” Y/N felt her heart flutter as she made Sirius laugh again.

“Y/N, Sirius! Glad you’re here, we are running short on time today because apparently we’ve been bloody double booked,” the director hissed at the producer who grimaced apologetically.

“I just want to see how you guys run through the second scene, doesn’t need to be anything fancy, just want to see you on the set and then we will start blocking properly. Sound good? Good.” She didn’t wait for them to answer, pointing them towards the gravel pathway.

“Great,” Sirius smiled fixing his collar and moving towards the set, Y/N followed close behind him. Y/N took a deep breath, sitting down on the path, trying to stop herself from fidgeting and calm herself. You know this, you can do this.

“And, action!”

It was a mixture of exhausting and exhilarating, and a couple of times where Y/N became slightly too mesmerised with Sirius’ impeccable acting skills. Once she’d been dismissed Y/N began to walk awkwardly back towards the caravan where the costuming team had moved her clothing, a large set of letters with her name on it across the front. It was probably the most exciting thing she’d seen all day.

As she reached it, she was pulled sideways by a small girl with a sharp brown bob and perfect cat-eye.

“Hi, Mary, PR, I just need to chat to you and Sirius for a quick sec ok?” Y/N was dragged towards Sirius who had been chatting animatedly to Alice, leaning against one of the set facades. “Sirius, a second?”

“Yep, see you tomorrow, Al,” Sirius winked at her and she waved him off.

“Ok, don’t have a lot of time, need to be at a marketing meeting in 10 minutes. So as you’re aware you two are love interests in the show and we are already getting some great hype given that the books have been getting steadily more popular. We want to lean into the pairing, a couple of staged outings, nothing confirmed just hints, ok? I’ll set up some time to run through the times we are going to get you two to be together, and what to post up on your socials.”

“Wait sorry are you talking about pretending to be together? Like… like a relationship?” Y/N interrupted her, stuttering awkwardly and berating herself internally.

“Yes, I’ll call you tomorrow with more details, just want to keep you in the loop.” Mary shook both their hands in quick succession and sped off towards the exit, heels clicking loudly against the concrete. Sirius and Y/N said nothing to each other for a few awkward moments.

“Well, I guess we will be seeing a lot more of each other,” Sirius broke the tension, his hand tucking into the front of his jeans.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Aha. Shit.

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[pringlereads]

I can definitely see Bella being gay and attracted to Rosalie.

Here’s how she describes the Cullens when she sees them for the first time:

“They didn’t look anything alike. Of the three boys, one was big-muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here rather than students.

The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixielike, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.”

Emmet and Jasper each get a sentence. Edward gets a sentence and a half. Alice gets two sentences. Rosalie gets three sentences, one of which is fairly long. Also, everyone besides Rosalie gets a more objective description here.

[heartscfvalor]

Introducing: Alice Cullen

The short girl was pixie-like, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.

Alice Mary Brandon was born in 1901 in a own called Biloxi, Mississippi, to a middle class family where her father was a jewelry maker, and her mother was a stay at home guardian to care for herself and her sister, Cynthia. A bright, cheerful and optimistic soul, Alice was the light of her mother’s life, and she showed an extremely unique but very underappreciated gift for the time; the gift of prophecy. Later, it was known to her as “subjective precognition”, as the future would often change when a new decision was made by an intelligent subject.

Her father, unfortunately, consistently acted as though Alice did not have a gift at all, and regularly tried to get her to stop talking about her visions, or to “grow out of it”. Originally, Alice assumed it was due to the townsfolk thinking she was strange, or calling her a witch or a changeling, as when she had visions about her cousin and a friend, she tried to warn them to no avail. But when she was eighteen, and her mother was murdered after Alice had a vision of it happening, she discovered the truth within the next six months. Her father had had her mother killed brutally, all so he could marry a younger pretty blonde woman who wanted Alice out of the picture as well. The newlywed Brandons condemned Alice for “going mad” and had her taken to a mental asylum in the next several counties away, so that she was unable to gain any allies or help.

In the mental asylum, Alice was treated rather poorly, as most asylums weren’t exactly the best places in the world. Due to the shock treatments she received, her memories became lost to her, and she was able to regain some of her old bubbly nature. A typhoid breakout caused in the doctors shaving her head, so by the time her hair was growing back in, she met a vampire named Kumboh who had come to work at the asylum, and he was a rather compassionate creature, taking pity on her and treating her with kindness. When her visions continued on even as she was an amnesiac, he began to test and strengthen her powers, finding them to be fascinating.

It all came to an end however when the tracker vampire, James, and his mate Victoria, caught Alice’s scent and decided to hunt her. Seeing them coming in a vision, Alice warned Kumboh, who tried suggesting ways to save her, but every option he gave would have ended in failure. Deciding that changing her was the only chance they had, Kumboh bit her and hid her away, before using his own gift of hypnotic vision to fight James and Victoria singlehandedly for the three days it took until Alice’s transformation was complete. He died to save her; unfortunately, the vampire venom that changed her also wiped her memories of her human life, including Kumboh; when Alice opened her eyes as a new vampire, she never knew for sure who turned her.

Her suggestive precognition became much stronger, and much clearer, thanks to becoming a vampire. Her very first vision was of Jasper, the vampire she would come to love as a mate, and the Cullen family in the Olympic coven. Knowing her future was secure, Alice developed her own conscience and worked on keeping to the “vegatarian lifestyle” on her own, though she sporadically fell out of favor with it, until the day came when she knew she could search out Jasper. They finally met in a diner and started traveling together, quickly falling in love, and when they came upon the Cullen family, they never left.

Alice can be available for canon compliant threads from the Twilight saga, more or less heavily influenced by the books with minor movie influences. She is also available for canon divergence, as well as the Twilight: Reimagined universe, where Bella is Beau and Edward is Edythe, standing in for her own male counterpart, Archie.

[brontes]

the cullens through time: alice

"The short girl was pixie-like, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction."

[wakecp-blog]

                u  cant  tell  me  this  isn’t  alice on her birthday with everyone standing at the bottom of the stairs .

[siribear]

alice recognizes that voice. the one from the holotape, the one that pleaded with the people of the commonwealth to join the railroad. and here she is, standing in front of her, red, short cropped hair, tapping out a cigarette at her feet. next to her, another woman, dark skin contrasting snow white hair shaved on one side, the minigun held easily in her hands. a third, a man, stands with his pistol pointed at her head.

‘my name is alice,’ she says, slowly lowering her arms. the two armed railroad agents ready their weapons again, but alice tucks her pistol back in its holster. ‘you’re the one from the holotape, aren’t you?’

the woman taps her cigarette again. ‘i am. my name is desdemona. i’m the leader of the railroad. how did you find us?’

‘i followed the freedom trail across boston.’

‘and why?’

alice sighs. ‘i’m tracking down a mercenary named kellogg. if he’s working for the institute, word on the street is you could help me.’

desdemona’s face pales, but otherwise shows no emotion. ‘we’re in the business of rescuing synths. the railroad doesn’t have the agents to seek out kellogg.’

‘you’re telling me you don’t have any information at all?’

another man steps out from an alcove behind the others. plain clothes, white shirt and blue jeans, a pair of sunglasses.

‘what do you want with kellogg - deacon,’ desdemona says when the man reaches her shoulder. ‘where have you been? i need intel - who is this woman, really?’

their eyes meet across the room. alice grins and rolls her eyes.

‘that, des, is the leader of the minutemen,’ he says, hands on his hips. ‘and she’s the one that rescued nick valentine from skinny malone’s gang. she’s practically famous.’

‘i’m flattered. you’re the one that’s been following me, then?’

he laughs. ‘i have no idea what you’re talking about. all we gotta do is go topside to get reception around here. you’re all travis talks about on the radio.’

‘uh-huh.’

‘so,’ desdemona cuts in with a frown. ‘you’re vouching for her, then?’

‘absolutely. we need someone like her on our side, des.’

she waves her hand, and finally the two lower their weapons. ‘fine, then. i’ll ask you one more question, the only one that matters. would you risk your life for your fellow man? even if that man was a synth?’

alice runs a hand through her hair, ignoring how greasy it feels on her fingers. ‘doesn’t matter to me if someone’s a synth or not, as long as they don’t shoot at me first.’

‘a fair answer. unfortunately, we still don’t have the agents to train you, but there are a few odd jobs you can help us with. deacon will give you more information.’

desdemona leaves them, disappearing into the alcove deacon came from. the woman with the minigun hops down a step, stepping close to alice with a grin. ‘welcome aboard, tourist,’ she says, footsteps echoing through the catacombs where alice came from.

‘i got this, drums,’ deacon says to the other man.

‘good,’ he says with a sigh. ‘this place gives me the creeps.’

leaving just her and deacon.

‘so,’ alice starts, arms crossed. ‘you have been following me.’

‘still no idea what you’re talking about, pal.’

‘then i must have met your twin in diamond city.’ she holds out one finger. ‘he’s doing well, by the way, working for security. and,’ she holds up a second finger, ‘your triplet in goodneighbor.’

‘guess i really should check in on them more. anyway,’ he leans back against the brick catacomb wall. ‘des wants to make you a tourist.’ he clicks his tongue. ‘what a waste.’

‘look, i’m - really just looking for information about kellogg. i wasn’t expecting to actually join the railroad.’

for the first time, she sees deacon frown. ‘i’m gonna be honest with you: the railroad needs you. we might have just survived a crisis and it’s left us a teeny,’ he holds his thumb and forefinger lightly apart, ‘bit desperate.’

‘well, when you put it that way, i really feel important. why me?’

‘okay. i might have a list of people i think would be a perfect fit for our little... family. maybe you made the list. if you hadn’t found us, i would have found you.’

‘again?’

‘again,’ he repeats with a grin. ‘thanks for saving me the trip.’

‘and is my being the general of the minutemen going to present a problem?’

‘i hope not,’ he says with a low growl. ‘but, nah, if anything we can use that kind of connection. the railroad and the minutemen run in the same circles, pal. as long as you keep them from turning into the brotherhood of bigots.’

she laughs. ‘no, i don’t think so. all right then, i’m in. desdemona said something about a job?’

deacon rocks back and forth on his feet, grin firmly back in place. ‘perfecto. so, the job’s too much for me, but perfect for the two of us. meet me under the highway outside lexington. i’ll explain once we get there.’

‘we’re not leaving together?’

‘can’t risk burning this safe house so soon. i’ll be right behind you.’

she waves, the other woman returning just as alice is leaving. ‘see you there.’

-

the walk back to lexington is long and boring, and only once she’s out of the streets of boston does she turn on the radio. it’s been a few days since she’s tuned in, much less actually paid attention to the dj.

‘you’re listening to, uh, diamond city radio. if... you’re listening at all, i mean.’

oh.

‘so, the, uh, the-the brotherhood of steel, right? they were, uh... spotted up at that police station. guess they ran into some trouble because someone heard some gun fire. laser fire? they don’t use regular guns, do they...?’

it’s a wonder anyone gets any news out of the radio station. poor guy.

‘anyway! seems like someone helped them out. not-not out of the police station, they’re still there, but there’s definitely less gun-laser fire. okay. and they had some business at the arc-jet building... so whatever they were looking for hopefully they got what they needed. and maybe they’ll just... leave. not that, uh!’ the dj clears his throat. ‘not that i don’t like the brotherhood or anything, but... um, yeah. anyway. music? i’ll play some music.’

he must be broadcasting live, this time of day, because there’s the sound of rustling near the microphone. ‘or, uh, i can’t - find any - music right now because my hands don’t work? uh. so - i guess, uh, the person that helped the brotherhood, i guess, is also the one that saved nick valentine? or so... i hear. and she’s leading the minutemen up in sanctuary! because... because there’s a new settlement that-that got established... up... there. i-mentioned-that-last-week-oh-god,’ he says in a breathless rush. ‘music! here’s some, uh... butcher pete! oh. great. anyway, butcher pete.’

alice turns a dial, silencing the radio before roy brown can begin singing. she sighs. maybe there’s just not that much news going on in the commonwealth. or it’s all being censored, if it’s coming out of diamond city. kid seems too nervous to go stirring up trouble like piper does.

by the time she reaches the meeting spot, her pipboy reads mid-afternoon. she walks up to the silhouette of a man waiting by a fallen stretch of highway.

‘deacon?’

he looks different with a hat on, and his clothing choice for this outing is a set of farmhand clothes: an open coat over a long sleeve shirt tucked into faded jeans. he even has the heavy pair of gardening gloves on.

in response, he hunches over a nearby pile of rubble. ‘this is my pile of garbage, asshole. back off.’ then he straightens, laughing. ‘like it? this is my wasteland camo.’

‘effective, i suppose. not a very good disguise, from where i’m standing.’

deacon shrugs. ‘not everyone in the commonwealth pays that much attention. you’d be surprised at how many places i’ve gotten into with the right attitude and a clipboard.’

‘ah, see, you should definitely try a pencil skirt.’ she smiles, flipping her hair over her shoulder. ‘gets you in every time.’

‘maybe next time. i think with the right face change i could pull that off.’ he begins leading her up the fallen highway. ‘so, here’s the first lesson: railsigns.’

the railsigns are simple symbols in the middle of lines extending outward in a circle. far enough out of the way to not be noticeable; obvious enough to those who’re looking. arrows, for directions, she learns, though on this straight stretch of highway, there’s little doubt of where to go. a plus sign, for ally, bids them closer to the edge. and all the while a steady stream of ferals, dead and alive.

‘hey,’ deacon stops her with a hand on her shoulder. at the end of the road is their tourist, back turned toward them, overlooking the slocum’s joe. ‘no matter what he says, you answer mine is in the shop. got it?’

‘that’s your countersign?’ she shrugs. ‘okay, got it. let’s go.’

it’s him that follows her toward the man, who whirls on her, gruff voice demanding, 'do you have a geiger counter? do you have a goddamn geiger counter?’

‘mine is in the shop,’ she replies dutifully. in the corner of her eye, she sees the corner of deacon’s lips twitch upward.

deacon lies to him afterward, pitching to ricky that he’s the new agent and she’s training him. ricky throws back that they should have sent more agents. so she questions him, easing him out of the rising volume in his voice until he simply sounds... tired. scared. on the level. but she doesn’t ask him to get involved any further. as she watches ricky leave his post, it’s only then that she notices deacon has left her side.

‘so, what do you think?’ deacon asks when ricky’s out of ear shot.

‘i don’t think he’s lying, for one,’ she says, holding up a finger. when she holds up a second, ‘for two, i think going through the front door is out of the question.’

‘both excellent observations.’ there’s a hint of pride in his voice that surprises her. ‘always trust your gut instincts when it comes to people.’ they walk side by side back down the highway. ‘as for the second, we can take the escape tunnel. it’s how we got out of there the first time.’

‘there’s an escape tunnel? for a slocum’s joe?’

‘yeah, thank god for that escape tunnel,’ he says, voice going rough at the end. ‘you’ll see what i mean. just down here.’

true to his word the escape tunnel lies just outside lexington, hidden behind a curtain of vines and moss. pistol drawn, she enters the escape tunnel with deacon, strangely quiet, behind her.

[amysmarch]

"The short girl was pixie-like, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction."

Twilight Recast // Alice Cullen // Ashley Greene ➳ Lana Condor

[shiisiln]

Twilight Re-read: Chapter 1

Suddenly those books I liked back in 2010 are popular so I might as well re-read them for the first time in like 8 years in a desperate bid for notes and attention!

~

what do you MEAN we don’t have them in the house anymore

do I have to check them out of the library like some sort of ANIMAL

(donate to your local library kids)

oh thank god I can just download it

"I was wearing my favorite shirt- sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka."

As an Arizona native I’m pretty sure what she’s referring to is like, a light fall sweater.

Bella, sweetheart, I hope you never have to live anywhere that actually sees snow during the winter

~

"It was from this town and it's gloomy, omnipresent shade that my mother escaped with me when I was only a few months old."

jesus christ Charlie had to deal with his wife and only child leaving only months  after she was born?!

#teamcharliedeservedbetter

~

"How could I leave my loving, erratic, harebrained mother to fend for herself? Of course she had Phil now, so the bills would probably get paid, there would be food in the refrigerator, gas in her car, and someone to call when she got lost, but still..."

I think when I was 12, Renee was endearing, now she’s... kind of horrifying?

I imagine her as a more well-intentioned version of Eleanor’s mom from The Good Place. No wonder Bella has some of the issues she has...

~

""It's good to see you, Bells," he said, smiling as he automatically caught and steadied me."

I wish more people had called her Bells? That's honestly a really cute nickname.

~

""I don't mind, I want you to be happy here." He was looking straight ahead when he said this. Charlier wasn't comfortable with expressing his emotions out loud. I inherited that from him. So I was looking straight ahead as I responded."

There is not enough appreciation in the world for Bella Swan, emotionally constipated disaster who takes too much after her father.

~

God all kinds of memories are resurfacing as I read through this. I think I tried to record an audiobook of this when I was a tween.

I also think I tried translating the first chapter into an alien cipher language I created.

...moving right along...

~

"There, parked on the street in front of the house that never changed was my new- well, new to me- truck. It was a faded red color with big, rounded fenders and a bulbous cab. To my intense surprise, I loved it."

OH LOOK, MY FAVORITE CHARACTER

Bella is a butch truck queer and you can pry that out of my cold dead hands.

~ "The desk now held a secondhand computer, with the phone line for the modem stapled along the floor to the nearest phone jack."

Ahh yes, all the dinosaur computer tech.

... gawd, reading a book from 2005 and feeling like it's a relic from a bygone age makes me feel SO OLD.

~

"Forks High School had a frightening total of only three hundred and fifty seven- now fifty eight- students"

Bitch there weren't three hundred people in my ENTIRE HOMETOWN.

(Don't get into 'my hometown was so small and pathetic' battle with me, I will win. It was a huge event when they unveiled the first stop light in the middle of town.)

~

"It wasn't just physically that I'd never fit in"

"Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain."

Wow, I WONDER why 12-year old closeted queer-ass me identified with characters like this so much.

IT’S A MYSTERY

~ "It was impossible, being in this house, not to realize that Charlie had never gotten over my mom."

*soft weeping*

~

"I donned my jacket- which had the feel of a biohazard suit- and headed out into the rain."

I like to think this overdramatic streak lasts all the way into immortality for her like

Bella: *puts on a light sweater*  I'M BEING ENTOMBED

Edward: it's one extra layer, dearest

Bella: CAN'T BREATHE! THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN!

Alice: Bella you don't NEED to breathe

~

"The nicest car here was a shiny Volvo, and it stood out."

*Muffled Paramore playing in the distance*

Also I know as little about cars as Stephenie Meyer, so forgive me for absolutely everything I say about them in the future.

The only thing I know is that the word Volvo always makes me giggle in a very immature way.

~

"When the bell rang, a nasal buzzing sound, a gangly boy with skin problems and a hair black as an oil slick leaned across the aisle to talk to me."

"One girl sat next to me in both Trig and Spanish, and she walked with me to the cafeteria for lunch. (...) I couldn't remember her name, so I smiled and nodded as she prattled about teachers and classes. I didn't try to keep up."

Oof da, I forgot how much 'Not Like Other Girls' syndrome Bella has when it comes to the other teenage characters. Like, this shit even bothered me as a dumb tween.

~

"It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven curious strangers, that I first saw them."

*BASS BOOSTED PARAMORE PLAYING FROM BEHIND A LOCKED DOOR*

~

"The short girl was pixielike, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction."

MY GIRL! <3 <3 <3

~

"It was hard to decide who was the most beautiful- maybe the perfect blond girl, or the bronze-haired boy."

Bisexual bella bisexual bella bisexual bella bi-

~

"I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind."

Don't worry, he's just hangry.

~

"For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency."

PAINFULLY RELATABLE.

~ "But Edward Cullen's back stiffened, and he turned slowly to glare at me- his face was absurdly handsome- with piercing, hate-filled eyes. For an instant, I felt a thrill of genuine fear, raising the hair on my arms."

*PARAMORE BLOWS OUT MY EARDRUMS AND I DIE INSTANTLY*

~

ok there we go, chapter one! An interesting trip through time into the psyche of an 11 year old girl who thought reading about vampires would make people like her (spoiler, it didn't work.

...

UNTIL NOW)

[ask-artsy-oncie]

The Rabbit Bugs Bunny, the linchpin of the Looney Tunes, has been called everything from "classic" to "perennial" to "an American institution" to "one of our national heroes"--and "wascally wabbit," "long-eared galoot," and a lot of other things besides! But most of us just like to call him Bugs. Now he's starring in Space Jam, Warner Bros.' first original feature film graced by Bugs in a leading role--opposite Michael Jordan, no less! Producer Ivan Reitman and director Joe Pytka head a team of filmmakers including producers Joe Medjuck and Daniel Goldberg, executive producers Ken Ross and David Falk, and screenwriters Leo Benvenuti & Steve Rudnick and Timothy Harris & Herschel Weingrod to bring this ambitious and precedent-setting project to life. Starring with Bugs and Michael Jordan are Wayne Knight, Theresa Randle and the voice of Danny DeVito. Heading the bill in Space Jam with one of the sports world's most entertaining players is a natural opportunity for the venerable Warner Bros. character. After all, Bugs was voted the most popular in the entire short-subject field in the United States and Canada for the year 1945, and then stayed in the Number One spot for the next 16 years straight. Today, in 1996, Bugs continues to draw a crowd--in fact, a recent survey showed him to be the most popular animated character in the world! When Bugs' classic cartoons were being made and regularly released to theaters in the 1940s and 1950s, it was his stardom in short subjects that skyrocketed his studio to prominence in the animation field. Part of Bugs' great achievement had been to establish a strong personality who can exist for 7 minutes at a time, show us a facet of his personality, disappear for weeks, months, maybe years at a time, then reappear and still be recognizeable and entertaining. His possibilities were not exhausted by any single episode. The trick was not to sustain seven minutes, but to live for 50 years. And once you've sustained 56 years of amazing popularity with one generation after another all over the world, it's hardly likely you're going to have much trouble sustaining a 90 minute feature. Michael Maltese, one of Bugs' writers, remembered that in the old days, a theater's marquee had to say no more than "2 Bugs Bunny Cartoons" for people to plunk their money down--forgetting what features or other short subjects were playing, forgetting that the "2 Bugs Bunny Cartoons" would be over in 15 minutes--and, most of all, forgetting their troubles. "After a while, Bugs Bunny was so well loved by the audience that he could do no wrong," said Maltese. "They loved the rabbit, and what he stood for." Friz Freleng, one of the leading directors of Bugs' classic shorts, once remarked, "The cocky characters, for some reason, the public seems to like. They don't like those kinds of people in real life." Mel Blanc, who first provided The Rabbit's voice, believed that "Bugs Bunny appeals to the rebel in all of us. Everybody loves a winner, and Bugs Bunny always wins." There's a moment in A Hare Grows in Manhattan when Bugs dives into a manhole to escape the bulldog pursuing him, and between the time the dog leaps in the air and the time he reaches the manhole, Bugs has managed to resurface, grab the manhole cover, and pull it into place--turning the dog's face into something resembling a waffle. It's a simple enough gag, but the point is that there is a look of such total delight on Bugs' face as he performs the act, that he turns the whole business into something else altogether, a conflict of viewpoints rather than a physical conflict between two animals. Bugs is Puck reborn; he enjoys the scrapes he gets into because he knows he'll win eventually. This goes a long way toward making him the irresistible character he is: he holds out the possibility that the Battle is winnable, that we can vanquish the foe and have fun doing it, that every setback can become another challenge, another excuse for high spirits. This is possibly the critical factor of what we love about Bugs: that he will not only make us laugh but make us feel victorious and triumphant. There are heroes and there are comedians; rarely do the two meet. This made him a difficult character to write for, but it's what gave him that special spark that made him the phenomenon that he has been. From the time he first asked Elmer Fudd "What's up, Doc?" right up to the release of Space Jam, Bugs has been both sophisticated and naive, innocent and guilty, Child of Nature and Street-Tough Smart Guy, fool and hero, one of the most rounded and all-around characters in the history of film, a multi-faceted gem. A Wild Hare and Beyond The hardy hare has been delighting fans of every age, nationality, and persuasion for longer than the majority of his youthful fans probably realize. Most of the current crop of screen heroes were not even born when Bugs first rose casually from his rabbit hole, chewing on a carrot, peering down the barrel of a gun, and cracking a cool "Eh-h-h-h-What's up. Doc?" out of one corner of his mouth, in a cartoon called A Wild Hare, directed by Tex Avery and released by Warner Bros. in July of 1940. Bugs, like most characters, inspires that insistent question, "Who created him?" A simple answer is expected. But no simple answer works. The clearest family line reaches back to Tex Avery, who gave The Rabbit his famous personality. When asked how Bugs came into being, the soft-spoken Texan was laconic. "Oh," he said, "it just came out of a cartoon. We decided he was going to be a smartaleck rabbit, but casual about it, and his opening line in the very first one was `Eh, what's up, Doc?' And, gee, it floored `em! They expected the rabbit to scream, or anything but make a casual remark--here's a guy with a gun in his face! It got such a laugh that we said, `Boy, we'll do that every chance we get.' It became a series of `What's up, Docs?'." "We didn't feel that we had anything until we got it on the screen and it got quite a few laughs," Avery recalled. "When we saw that on the screen, we knew we had a hit character," Freleng remembered. "He was the most timid of animals, yet he had courage and brashness. The whole gimmick was a rabbit so cocky that he wasn't afraid of a guy with a gun who was hunting him." But the new character had no name at first. Jack Rabbit, or Jack E. Rabbit, was the personal choice of Avery himself, since he had spent so much time hunting jackrabbits and since "I thought it would please my Texas friends." But another of the Warner cartoon directors, Ben Hardaway, whose nickname was "Bugs," had already asked designer Charlie Thorsen to create a rabbit for an earlier cartoon, and when Thorsen had submitted the model sheet, he'd labeled it "Bugs' Bunny." Now, with this model sheet circulating the studio, and with a search for a good name underway, publicist Rose Horsely jumped on the label "Bugs Bunny" as "so cute!" It wasn't "cute" to Tex Avery. "That's sissy," he said. "Mine's a rabbit! A tall, lanky, mean rabbit. He isn't a fuzzy little bunny." But Horsely had the ear of Leon Schlesinger, who produced the cartoons for Warner Bros. Schlesinger thought a moment, then said, "O.K. Bugs Bunny. We'll go with it." "We were always very proud of what we were doing there," says Phil Monroe, one of the Warner animators. "We thought our pictures were funnier than anybody else's. We were all geared for humor--the animators would be asked to submit gags for pictures, and a lot of them were used." A new style was developing: most of it was Avery's doing, most of it was taking place right there at Warner Bros., and most of it was focused on The Rabbit. Finally the directors realized you couldn't look down on this character, the way you could with most cartoon clowns. You could only look up to him. It was at that point that Bugs came to life, individually, for each of the directors at Warner Bros., and, better than that, became a focal point for everything they saw as the best in themselves. Almost as soon as they started working with the character, the Bob Clampett unit, with McKimson in the lead, started giving Bugs less of an oval shape than the first model sheets called for, and his face began to look less ratlike. Then they started structuring the nose differently, and the teeth were naturally anchored to the same bone structure, in a more appealing facial design. By the time Clampett made Bugs Bunny Gets the Boid in 1942, he had arrived at what we might call the Classic Bugs Bunny. By late 1944 the same design was reaching the screen in the cartoons of the other units. Once Freleng made Stage Door Cartoon, released near the end of that year, the McKimson look was universal. "Bugs was gradually becoming a more complex character," Chuck Jones remembers. "The writers and directors were all beginning to realize that we had the potential of a brilliant and lasting star on our hands, a rambunctious, unbridled, and often balky baby Bugs that needed now to grow, to smooth out; we must find out how to harness that energy without destroying the spirit and how to guide the child without steering it. Bugs changed because he had to, not because we were brilliant." Bugs, madder than the March Hare and saner than Alice, knows he's in a cartoon. He always had a trick, and he always had the prop that was necessary to pull of that trick. Whatever it was--a sledgehammer, a stick of dynamite, an anvil, a cannon--he needed it, he got it? Where did it come from? Nobody wanted to know, they just wanted to see him pull off his fast one. Bugs was the cartoon version of the loud-mouthed but loveable Brooklynese smart-aleck who turns up in the cockpit, in the barracks, or on the battlefield in every World War II movie, as inevitable as the flag, and, apparently, just as effective in rallying the spirits of a beleaguered nation. The idea that the battle was winnable was a very popular one during World War II. "It was during those war years...that the Bugs Bunny cartoons...passed Disney and MGM for the first time to become the Number One short subject," Bob Clampett recalled. The studio received an offer from the Utah Celery Company of Salt Lake City to keep all staffers well supplied with their product if Bugs would only switch from carrots to their crunchy greens. Later the Broccoli Institute of America strongly urged The Bunny to sample their product once in a while. It never happened. Mel Blanc would have been happy to switch to any of these vegetables, since carrots made his throat muscles tighten and the words couldn't come out, but it was no go. Carrots were Bugs' trademark. The only concession they ever made was to move the carrot-crunching sounds and dialog to the last spot in the recording session. In the 1950s, with the post-war Baby Boom transforming his previous audience from rowdy kids in uniform to mature adults with responsibilities, Bugs found his new audience extended to include those "responsibilities." The nation was filling its nurseries and schools to capacity with children, and they were all becoming Bugs Bunny fans. By 1957 Bugs' perennial popularity had become as much a bewilderment as a source of pride. The theatrical short subject market had gone through a series of drastic changes, Bugs' contemporaries from the early `40s had largely faded from the scene, even Disney had phased out the one-reel cartoon, and television was posing new threats every year. The world of 1940 was becoming history. Didn't matter. Bugs went on being Champ, no matter what he did. © 1996 Warner Bros.