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gay-trans-disaster · 1 year
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Okay!
Another fic idea:
Twilight.
There are still all the characters but. But!
Edward‘s gay. Bella figures out the whole vampire thing herself and is an annoying little shit. She doesn‘t leave his side. Because she‘s the weird new girl. Well, guess what, she‘ll befriend the unbefriendable even weirder guy sitting right next to her.
Everyone who tells her it‘s impossible and she‘s crazy gets a simple look that says “challenge accepted“.
(Also, Edward‘s sisters are really hot and cute. So, why not?)
I‘ve seen this tumblr post all the time where there‘s no big reveal, just Bells sliding over a copy of dracula in biology and Ed signing it before sliding it back. So, I thought of this dialogue when someone (the cullens or the pack) asks them how it happened that they‘re in this situation now.
Someone: so, you‘re not in a relationship?
Bella: hell, nah. he‘s my best friend.
Ed: and I‘m really gay.
S: uh, okay. but how does it come that you know about all that stuff?
E: she figured it out herself. she‘s really smart.
B: my reveal was great.
E: you slid a copy of dracula over the desk in biology, without a word.
B: you signed it and slid it back!
E: still have no idea why I did that.
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hazardsoflove · 1 year
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25 🙏
25. did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? describe one
THANK U BELLA okay so i recently joined a monsterhearts campaign which i’ve never played before but i was super compelled (basically mh is like. u pick a skin like vampire werewolf etc etc and it takes place in high school but the one i’m playing is college and basically u just roleplay im explaining this real bad but it’s rly fun) but the character i made i’ve become deeply obsessed with and she (and her backstory) is based entirely off danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys!!!!!!! her name is jenny jet and she’s a witch majoring in alchemy and they also runs an underground radio show in her free time :) she has a cat named ghoul and basically her backstory draws a lot from the killjoys in general and the album as a whole!!!!!!
her name (jenny) and her best friend/boyfriends name (johnny) both come from bulletproof heart her last name jet is taken from jet star johnnys last name is kidd which is taken from kobra kid (with another d for flavor) her cats name (ghoul) is taken from fun ghoul and her color scheme/appearance is taken heavily from party poison :) their radio show name is also dd inspired it’s kill the party 109 (taken party poison/look alive sunshine) BASICALLY they’re my best friend in the world and i’m deeply obsessed w her <3 here’s her pinterest board for funsies and i have a tag for her on here!!!
end of the year asks
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If ur a girlie with no car or lives alone; this bitch will be ur best friend
I picked up my laundry with this and honestly this was a life saver
She didn’t get caught on any bumps or cracks with the sidewalk or nothing!!
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littlesunbunny · 1 year
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🐰 Long time no see 🐰
Hello my little friends, how are you? I hope you're doing fine! Let's pretend I dind't write an f* long text of updates and manage to have it deleted! So, as you may know (or may not) I managed to lost my save with the townie makeover I was working on, the only ones I managed to save was the Landgraab and the Spencer-Kim-Lewis. So, I was reworking on The Goths, The BFF Household and The Caliente, as for The Roomies, well, we'll see how long it takes for me to get there. SO HERE'S AN UPDATE, YAY!
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I like more the Bella (or Laura, in my country) as for the older one, I think that now she looks like a mother of a teenager and a little boy. As for Alexander... Well, let's hope it's just an ugly duck phase.
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I think I did a better job this time in keeping their essence as what they already are in the game, as how they were made to be. Except for Summer, I think the older one looks better, but that my opinion. As for Travis, I think now he looks like a nerdy but confident guy!
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I'm currently working on the Caliente's, but hey, here's Katrina, and now I think she looks like a mother of two grown up women. I'm still working or her clothes, but here's her face and what I've done so far.
SOME NOTES ABOUT THE PROCESS: As always, I try to not change they're facial features and bodies (skin tone included), I think it works best for me, to keep their essence. But it's a try, sometimes I'll change a little here and there, mostly when I think they are not racialy accurate or something just looks weird in my view. I was questioning a lot my capacity at making sims while redoing them, mostly for Katrina, as she looked STUNNING in my older version, also for Summer, I really liked the older version, but I suck at replicating things from scratch so, I'll have what I got. I'm trying my best, you know, by procrastinating my university duties and pretend I don't have reponsabilities by playing Sims instead of doing my essays. So, as always I DO TAKE CRITICISM, SO FEEL FREE TO SAY WHAT YOU THINK, IF YOU HATE THEM, IF YOU LOVE THEM, IDK. See ya little buddies 🐰
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londonspirit · 1 year
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poetsblvd · 6 months
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three’s a crowd ﹐ ( cl16 x fem!reader )
summary — in which everyone’s favourite driver is competing with everyone’s favourite model for his girlfriends attention !
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⤷ 🥰🥰
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⤷ my beauty, the love of my life!!
⤷ i love u forever and ever 🫶🏼🫶🏼
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⤷ that was cringe sorry 😬
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⤷ video please 🥺🥺
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lilys notes ﹐ this is a smau from my old account that tumblr de-activated very suddenly, and i tried my very best to recreate everything cause i lost my data, however i hope you enjoyed this and i may do a part 2 to it xx
disclaimer ﹐ all the images were found on pinterest. i do not own any of them all rights go to the respective owners !!
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my fic recs masterlist
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Bucky Barnes:
all bucky barnes
headcanon  -  blurb  -  one-shot  -  series
dbf!bucky  -  brothers bff  -  bff’s brother
neighbour  -  housewife reader
lumberjack  -  firefighter  -  bodyguard
priest bucky  -  college
football player  -  hockey player  -  boxer
professor  -  teacher  -  librarian/bookshop
coffee shop  -  soulmate  -  royal
other AUs  -  taboo
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Stranger Things characters:
all eddie munson - all steve harrington
eddie and steve (x reader)
billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler
dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper
robin buckley - nancy wheeler
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Outer Banks Characters:
all Rafe Cameron
all JJ Maybank
Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)
Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton
John B. - Sarah Cameron
Kiara Carrera
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Marvel characters:
Wanda Maximoff  -   Kate Bishop
Natasha Romanoff  -  Yelena Belova
Peter Parker  -  Pietro Maximoff
Steve Rogers  -  Stephen Strange
Frank Castle  -  Matt Murdock 
Moon knight  -  Steven Grant
Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton
Loki Laufeyson - Druig
Eddie Brock - Miles Morales
Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown
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Harry Potter characters:
Sirius Black - Remus Lupin 
James Potter - Poly!Marauders
Lily potter -  Cedric Diggory
George Weasley - Fred Weasley
Severus Snape - Tom Riddle
Draco Malfoy
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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:
neteyam - aonung - lo’ak
rotxo - kiri - spider
jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey
tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch
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Top Gun chracters:
Fanboy  -  Hangman  -  Rooster - Bob
Iceman
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Wednesday characters:
Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus
Wednesday Addams - Divina
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Bridgerton characters:
Anthony Bridgerton -  Benedict Bridgerton
Colin Bridgerton
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Criminal Minds characters:
Spencer Reid  -  Aaron Hotchner
Derek Morgan
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The Last of Us characters:
Joel Miller - Ellie Williams
Abby Anderson
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The Devil All The Time characters:
Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker
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Uncharted characters:
Nate Drake - Sam Drake
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Euphoria characters:
Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco
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On My Block characters:
Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz
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Modern Family characters:
Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy
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Ted Lasso:
Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt
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NHL players:
Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras
Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin
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Actors:
Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn
Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez
Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow
Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey
Jenna Ortega
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Miscellaneous characters:
Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz  -   Marcus Baker
Rodrick Heffley -  Hunter Sylvester
Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson
Nick Fowler -  Tangerine
Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’
Colin (Not Okay) -   Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)
Ash (No Exit) -  James Maguire (Derby Girls)
Jake Peralta - Nick Miller  - Brian O’conner
Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal
Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake
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Miscellaneous real people:
Billie Eilish - AEW Hook
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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3
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stjohnstarling · 2 months
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I did a little googling about Fifty Shades of Grey's origins as a fanfic and oh my god I have opened a terrifyingly deep rabbit hole. It's so much more than Fifty Shades. I think all of self-publishing might be an offshoot of the Twilight fandom. I'm going insane.
This essay explains a lot. Twilight fans got sick of Twilight but still wanted to participate in the fandom, so they got creative:
There were stories where vampires didn't exist (like Fifty Shades of Grey). They got CRAZY popular within the community because they were essentially just generic romance novels with characters we already knew (made it easy to write and consume, as we already liked and cared about the characters). Though there were always nods to the original Twilight series within them, you didn't even have to know Twilight to enjoy an All Human-AU. I've gotten tons of reviews on my fanfic where readers say they've never even picked up the book. By 2010, probably a good 75% of Twilight fanfic being produced was All-Human. It was literally a chore to find a fanfic that had anything to do with vampires.
Twilight fanfiction diverged from its source material to the point where it was only a minor tweak for most popular authors to drop the Twilight link entirely and publish their fanfic as original novels. From a comment on that essay:
Seriously, Twilight fandom got really crazy big for a few years there. It was not totally uncommon to get multi-million clicks on a semi-popular story. It's weird looking back on it and calling it "Twilight fandom" because it was really more like "Romance Novel fandom". For real, for a period there, calling a Twilight fanfic author a 'Twilight fan' would be the ultimate insult. But they never stopped writing about Edward and Bella! It's so weird
And from the main Twilight article on Fanlore:
So what we've created in our neck of the woods are people using their fanwork to gain a huge audience, then removing the fanwork, filing it, publishing it, and sending cease and desist letters if the fanwork is shared. (The published works are then marketed back to the fandom via author profiles and banner ads on the archives.)
Fifty Shades of Grey was the first of these to explode, but it's far from the only one. Every single one of EL James' fanfiction contemporaries I've looked into is not just a self-published author but among the biggest self-published authors in the world, many of whom were foundational to shaping the look and feel and tropes of the medium. Twilight fanfiction is absolutely foundational to all of self-publishing.
This explains so much about the mainstream parts of the industry to me. I don't think they've ever fully gotten out from under the weight of the Twilight fandom, even to this day. It's still the same stuff, look at this. From a former fan's ff.net profile:
My BFF Angel and I (who met through [writing Twilight fanfiction]!) are co-writing writing a dark YA series of standalone romances, with so many of my fave themes. Trauma, bullying, addiction, social issues, violence, pretty rich high school boys being douchebags, hurt/comfort, frantic dry humping, you feel me you feel me.
The resulting book series from 2021 has tens of thousands of Goodreads reviews.
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All of the Cullens’ backstories are genuinely fascinating. When I learned each one, it was like “Whoa!” and “That explains a lot. Well done!”
Oh for real. The backstories are probably why I got sucked into the fandom at all. I'm indifferent to Edward/Bella and Jacob/Bella but oh boy, the backstories just set my imagination on fire.
"How did X become a vampire?" is my very favorite part of vampires stories, and while Twilight is barely a "vampire story," SM goes unnecessarily hard with so many of the backstories?!? Like I want to crawl into the angst and horror and spiritual dread of Carlisle's backstory. Alice's being turned to save her from a vampire hunting her? Rosalie resenting being 'saved' but using her newfound vampirism to get righteous revenge? All of this stuff is about 500x more interesting to me than anything going on with Bella.
And in the guide she goes EVEN HARDER? Alistair's whole story is so over the top, dark and miserable; Laurent was apparently BFFs with some vampire named Boris who was pretending to be the Russian ambassador while snacking on maids and valets at Versailles. Alice's story is expanded to include her father having her mother murdered.
Of course, you do run into racism and gendered violence in some of the backstories, but that's sort of par for the course when it comes to Twilight.
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boyfhee · 1 year
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· BELLADONNA · lee heeseung
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SYNOPSIS · sometimes, love is not about the sacrifices you make, but about the selfishness you hide.
GENRE · thriller, historical
WORD COUNT · 5k
WARNINGS · slight mentions of drugs and alcohol, slight implications of sexual activity ( not between the main characters ) graphic descriptions of injuries and associated weapons, blood, descriptions of graphic acts of violence, descriptions of a person in a very bad state. over all, this could be disturbing to some extent so please watch out before reading.
NOTE · thought i was slaying with this but i got sleepy and idk what happened in the middle, you're on your own. for @koishua's there were two collab i am literally so embarrassed fr bff idk what's ab to come, the style part of my writing yeeted itself somewhere in between i have no recollection of what happens in the middle . vie i apologise in advance. OK A FEW THINGS BYR :
don't trust me on the history here. i don't know when atropa belladonna was introduced in korea, google doesn't help. just know, it isn't native to east asia
the clans mentioned here are real though none of them reigned in the timeline this fic is set in ( since monarchy ended in korea after the end of Japanese occupation, please correct me if i'm wrong ) so, every character here is rather a descendant than a ruling figure. moreover, i don't know if lee heeseung is from jeonju lee clan or not so please do not rely on my information
atropa belladonna is toxic and contains neurotoxic alkaloids. no it was never given to pregnant women ( it's dangerous ) the severeness of this drug is heavily ignored and watered down in this fic. do no associate with the plant / drug irl
the wedding 'dress' here refers to a hanbok
THIS IS FICTION ! DONT RELY ON THE INFO HERE im saying half of it is wrong
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“The best thing about being identical twins,”— Ah-young hands over her school bag to you, carefully stepping across the short trail of bush that ran along the length of the roads inside the public tutoring house— “we can switch places and no one would ever know.” 
PRESENT DAY, 1951
“Are you sure? Shouldn’t Ah-young be the one trying this?” 
“She’s trying on another dress,” Your caretaker hissed. “It’ll suit her if it suits you. You both look the same, anyway,” The first time you met her was when you and your sister were five, in the yard, picking tangerines for your mother— Madame Bella, as people called her.  
Belladonna, ‘beautiful woman’ in Italian, refers to a common cosmetic practice during the Renaissance, in which women used the plant to dilate their pupils, making their eyes look bigger. However, the name popularised in Myeongryebang in the late eighteenth century, originally assigned to women with bewitching beauty, who were known to be blessed by the Gods on the day of their birth. Atropa Belladonna, a plant introduced in Korea in the early sixteenth century, deemed illegal and marketed at a high price for those who desired it’s captivating effect, was taken and prepared into a syrup to be given in drops to women with milk in the first three months of her pregnancy, in hopes that she would give birth to beautiful children, and the bloodline will be graced by beauty for generations to come. 
Its plant was grown by the previous Lady of your house— the Belladonna Residency— who was known for her blinding attractiveness. As time passed, legend dissolved along with other historical practices, leaving behind a few of those who continued to believe, your great grandmother being one of them. And on a full moon night, with nightshade in its full bloom, your mother was born. 
“Oh, Miss Ko, I’ll take these two,” Ah-young stepped outside from her room, handing the dresses to your caretaker.“I can’t believe I’m getting married already,”
“Right, it feels like just yesterday you asked me to attend History lessons in your place because you disliked the teacher,” She sits next to you on your bed in her chemise, not caring enough to put on a shawl even during the peak of winters. 
One of the earliest memories you have with your twin sister is about the two of you attending lessons in place of each other. Ah-young filled in for your piano lessons while you did the same for History. A sense of pride followed the two of you around every time you successfully fooled your tutors under your father’s nose. Perhaps, it’s the gift of being identical— to be present and yet, be completely invisible. To win games and lodge fear in your younger cousins was the best use you both make of your striking familiarities. Amusement drizzled through your eyes every time you and Ah-young came up with another childish trick, although it didn’t last longer than when you both turned ten and met Heeseung. 
She takes your hand. “I wanted you to get married first, Yn,” 
Ah-young, meaning, grace and kindness. 
“Why?” 
“It’s scary. I’ve seen how it was for mother. So, I wanted to get married after you, for you have always been the braver one,” Your mother’s name was Sang-hee, who was married to the one of the most influential jewel merchants— your father. Sang-hee, benevolence and pleasure, that’s what her name means. They say, the meaning that a person’s name holds reflects upon their life. Names are not just words to distinguish an individual from the other, but rather, they define the person for who they are, and what they will become in life. From your maternal grandmother, Min Hei-ran from the Yoheung Min Clan, to your father, Kim Yong-san, who is a descendant of Gwangsan Kim Clan, everyone has a few things common in them— versatility, grace, wealth, desire. 
Names are for people just the way colours are for paintings. 
“But now, I have Heeseung,” The frown of her face morphs into a gleeful smile. “I’m not scared anymore,” The earliest memory you have of envy and regrets was when you were ten, and when Ah-young brought Heeseung home to introduce him to you and consequently, the whole family. 
Coming from Jeonju Lee Clan, or more appropriately, one of the descendants of the same, you knew Heeseung would hold an important place in your household. Your father focuses on establishing secure connections with prominent families while your mother, well, Miss Ko— who your father married when you and Ah-young were eight, after your birth mother hung herself from the cherry tree that faced your shared bedroom with your sister— pursued an unwavering goal of acquiring wealth and exploiting luxuries after becoming the Lady of the Belladonna Residence. Heeseung, though for you, was a ray of hope. 
Not a day was spent without you intoxicating your blood with regrets of skipping piano lessons and making Ah-young take those for you. The reason could be anywhere between not wanting to trim your perfectly manicured nails, and the fear of facing failure after knowing that your hands were nowhere as swift as hers when they danced on the keys, to the very melodies they produced. In a letter shared with your grandmother after your mother’s death, she quoted, ‘A noble blood shall bleed like one,’ Eight year old you didn’t understand the weight of those words, but thirteen year old did then you saw Miss Ko, the woman who had claimed to love your father dearly, bring drunken men into her bedroom on nights your father didn’t come home for the sake of business. The fruits of Belladonna are poisonous, presumably deadly. The tree withstands the changing of seasons, from harsh monsoon winds to calloused winter streams laced with snow. Every leaf plucked and every scar that wounds the trunk, a heart so determined to protect what belongs to it, a poison that takes life from the ones who dare ingest it raw. 
The tree is old but it never weakened. Your mother died wearing the royal hanbok that was passed down through generations by newlywed women, hiding the scars on her skin that tell tales of every moment that she spend being mistreated by your father, for a noble blood shall bleed like one, your mother never hung her head low even after a war she lost. 
“Why do you love Ah-young?” It’s a question that ought to be asked long ago, when you had first heard about their relationship. Heeseung has been the man of every woman’s dream, the ideal son-in-law for every mother with a daughter. Yet, fate guided him towards the Belladonna tree in your backyard in the middle of the night, and you knew he’s the one you’d need. Despite meeting Ah-young first, you and him were closer than any other companions you have had. He would walk you around his estate, tell you about the distant seas you’ve only heard of in stories, of the girls that chimed around him and how it makes your skin itch with disgust, because no one deserved him more than you. If so, then why her. 
“She’s beautiful,” He responded almost immediately. 
“Does that mean you love me too?” And words fell off your mouth involuntarily. Maybe because you’ve been keeping them in for so long, this was bound to happen someday. “We look the same,” 
A pause. He took a sharp breath in, averting his eyes away from you. It felt like ignorance at first, as if he’s avoiding your words, suppressing an urge to tell you how gauche they sound. The unsophisticated behaviour didn’t suit you, but every memory you share with him resurfaces every time the picture of him and Ah-young at the temple crosses your mind. Envying your sister is new, for you have always received the same things— clothes, toys, jewelries, footwears, anything materialistically possible. Neither of you have lived a life much different from each other. Seeing Ah-young has always been like seeing yourself, living with yourself, watching yourself do things in a different fashion. It has been as if you’ve been living your life with two different perspectives, but watching her with Heeseung felt foreign, like some parasite has taken your place and is living as if it belongs to her. But you can’t show it, so you continued with a chuckle, “I’m kidding,” 
“I think it’s the colours,” You realised later that what you’ve been thinking of as sheer ignorance was actually hesitation. “Red suits her more,” He added, fingers fiddling over his engagement ring. “as for you, white has always been your colour,” 
You’ve been thinking about white and red since that day. 
Day and night, awake and while sleeping, eating, bathing; his words have been plaguing your mind ever since you had that conversation with him. ‘Red suits her more,’ it rings in your ear like the sinister cawing of a crow. ‘White has always been your colour,’ it comes off as the sweetest melody you’ve ever heard. You remember him ordering cherry topped desserts every time you both ate out, the reason being, cherries are his favourite fruit and red happens to be his favourite colour. Heeseung tells you about his preferences and you hear his talk as if they’re your own, and with every ounce of information that you learn about him, a new you is born. You never liked red but started wearing it more around him, red lipstick for the evening you were supposed to tell him your feelings before he sent a messenger notifying you that he wouldn’t be able to come. You wouldn’t have minded being disrespected if he hadn’t gone to the academy to visit your sister and congratulate her with red roses for winning the debate.   
You rush to her room and shut the door the moment she steps out to finalise a few things regarding the wedding. You take her wedding dress out from the cupboard, there’s jealousy oozing through the cracks on your skin, fingertips leaving prints of greed all over the silk fabric as you stand in front of the mirror, one hand holding it in front of you while the other brushes over it’s soft creases, admiring it’s heavenly look. You’re picturing yourself in the attire, next to your Heeseung, celebrating your day, just like it was supposed to be from the beginning. Sisters for life, what everyone taught you both as children. ‘Because your sister is your biggest fear and your greatest weapon, treat her with tenderness,’ quoted your grandmother. But you’ve attended all the history lessons for her; and the lesson of History is that no one ever learns. 
Your eyes traverse between the dress and the image of you in the mirror, heart sighing with admiration that screamed of wanting more. A smile makes it way up your lips, fingers wrapping tighter around the hem of your dress— a promise you make with the silk, to never let go. You twirl around, the image of you in that dress next to Heeseung getting clearer and clearer in your mind. You’ve spent your childhood playing into each other’s roles. You know it in your blood, the foot she steps forward first while walking, the turn she sleeps, the style she dances, the pattern she breathes. Your eyes land upon a photo frame of her and Heeseung from the day of their engagement. A sharp breath in, you straighten your back, mimicking her pose from the picture, a soft sigh out; sometimes, you think you are more like Ah-young than she, herself, could ever be. 
“What are you doing?” The door flies open, your blood runs cold. The sight of your sister has never been so frightening. 
Ah-young has been all about sharing, from elite delicacies to credits for things you didn’t even help her enough with, to reach the finished product. To think, she gets more of her traits from your aunt. You don’t remember your mother being much of a saint, except when it came to her daughters. You remember her cradling you in her lap on nights neither of you could sleep. While most of the mothers would recite tales of fairies and land of sweets, your mother told you about the horrendous acts of people, the traps set by family members, about how trust is nothing but giving someone the power over yourself. She���d warn you about the horrors of the nights, the limits that men would cross to strip a woman off her dignity, the acts your best companion would exhibit behind your back to step over you. She would teach you of ways you could secure your position in the hierarchy— 
“Oh, well, I was seeing how I’d look in a wedding dress,” —and of ways you could acquire what if yours, and if, for some reason, you’re unable to find one, she’d teach you to make one. 
“You would not look much different from me,” She mumbles up close, standing right behind you and holding you steady by your shoulder with one hand while the other lifts up your chin to face the mirror. “Just as pretty,” 
“I love how dreamy it looks,” She takes the dress from your hand, putting it around herself and twirls like a toddler. There’s a faint blush on her cheeks, eyes glistening with all the happiness the world could offer to the mortals. Her words talk about her content with the dress and how perfect it looks, while your mind paints a picture of Ah-young standing next to Heeseung on your wedding day, and you know she’s trying to steal him from you just as she has always done. “The design, patterns, and such fine work of embroidery. Don’t you think so?” 
You walk to the drawer behind her. “Yes, it’s spellbindingly beautiful,” 
“I’ve always thought white of as an empty colour, it doesn’t quite fit me. But wearing this, I look pretty,” Every passing second erodes the patience you’ve been keeping in for years. Her voice stings in your ears, making you feel like they’d bleed out of pain. She looks at herself in the mirror, the smile never leaving her face, saccharine words of love leaving her mouth relentlessly; you want to shut her up. A knife from the kitchen would do the work, you can slice off her tongue, or take the embroidery box from her bedside table and sew the mouth with nylon. Your breath gets faster, shallower than it was, ears begging you to stop her from talking further, but she doesn’t shut up. You pick up the flower vase. “White must really suit me!” 
And the next second, she’s on the floor, succumbing to unconsciousness while looking at you with eyes that call for help, despite knowing what you did. Her eyes shut close, silence takes over the room, you stand still with the flower vase in your hand. A part of you feels content, she’s gone, while the other fears the reality of being caught. You consider running away, but her words ring inside your head like a tinnitus, making it unable for you to think straight. And so, you drag her unconscious body under your bed, wiping the droplets of blood from the wooden floor with acetone, hoping it would go away. But the voices compel you to go further. 
You snatch the dress out of her grip before kicking her under the bed. “White has always been my colour.” 
A part of you hopes she never wakes up, for this is your chance. Another part of you wants her to be alright, because you wouldn’t be able to answer if someone asked for the two of you together. Though, the voice tells you to keep going— kill her, throw her, burn her, all sorts of things that have never crossed your mind in any situation. You could go, grab water and help her wake up, but the picture of you and Heeseng appears before your eyes, and suddenly you want her gone. 
“Your sister is not coming down for dinner?” Miss Ko asks when only you show up for dinner instead of the two of you. She has been working for the Residence for years but still hasn't learnt how to distinguish between the two of you. She has been looking after the two of you ever since you both were four but, there hasn’t been one day where she actually cared about you and your sister. Ko’s goal was to earn as much as she could, to live a lavish life, and she would go beyond extents if it means she could get what she dreams for. Maybe, it’s another reason why you’ve always found her similar to yourself. 
“She’s not hungry as of now,” You reply with a smile, a smile that otherwise dances on Ah-young’s face. “I’ll take her food upstairs,” A part of you wants to poison her dinner, easiest of all methods. Or maybe, you should melt her face with concentrated acids to create disfigurements and throw her by the city outskirts so that no one suspects who she actually is. You can stab her and hire guards who would feed her to hungry wolves and vultures. There are a number of other ways, burying her in your backyard and making it seem like she ran away— you ran away, because from today onwards, you were going to live as her, for her identity is all you need to make Heeseung yours.                                              
“Ah-young, I have brought you dinner!” Your voice sounds cynically sweet, words laced with deadly adoration, hoping to see your sister, but the place where you left her remains empty. You pause, fingers gripping the diner plate firmly. “My lovely sister, you never learn, do yo—” And a strike from behind you sends you to the floor, pain radiating from the site of injury to your entire head. You turn your head around, your sister stands with her jewellery box in her hands, shaking with fear. Your hands are covered with the dinner you brought her, and now you wish they were coloured in her blood. 
“Yn,” She crouches in front of you, putting the jewellery box aside, taking your face in her hands. “This is not you,” And listening to her talk like she actually knew you made your blood boil, so you grab her neck, holding her down to the floor, watching her tap your hands to let go while struggling to breathe, with a smile on your face. Her face turns pale, eyes shutting close before you let go, loosening the grip around her throat. 
“No, this is you,” You brush strands of hairs off her face, hovering over the frightened figure that struggled and coughed to breath. “I am you, Ah-young, the one who’s getting married tomorrow,” A sinister touch graces your words, a smile that keeps growing wider with every sob that chokes out of her mouth. There’s an odd sense of satisfaction in the way she begs for her life, as if the Heavens are making her pay for stealing what belonged to someone else, and you wish you could relive this moment for as long as you wanted. 
Her hand reaches out for yours. “Why are you doing this?” She cries out. 
“Right, why do I have to do this?” And you sit back, pretending to think of reasons to justify your actions, although there is only one explanation: Heeseung, and you continue, “I am pretty. I have no reason to be jealous of you,” 
“We’re literally the same,” Somehow, she manages to draw a chuckle out of her, attempting to pull herself up and sit straight. You’ve come to despise those words, ‘twins,’ ; ‘same,’ they make you feel suffocated. Ah-young always had the habit of using those against you, and every time those words rolled off her tongue, it felt like you'd ripped off your identity, not that you had one that belonged solely to you in the first place. You try to imagine Heeseung’s reaction in this situation, would he take your side or hers, or if he would even care who survives because you both look the same, it barely makes any difference. 
But, somewhere inside, you know he would choose her over you.  “That’s right,” There’s firmness in your voice, a sense of hatred, as your hand ghosts up her cheeks and grabs onto her hair. “Then why do you get to have all the good things?” 
Perhaps, it’s the fragrance of the nightshade flowers that fill your room and intoxicate your senses, but the blood on your palms feels like jewels of a newlywed, and her pleas to be spared— music to your ears. You always had it in you, the will to fight back, the numbness to fear, the sparks of insanity that blew up and suddenly, your heart is in flames. Normality has always been a paved road, comfortable to walk but no flowers could grow. You were the flower that yearned to bloom, your sister was the tree taking up your sunlight. When a flower doesn’t grow, one shall change the environment it has been planted in, and not the flower itself. The soil must be tilled, weeds should be removed, pests are to be killed, anything unnecessary shall be discarded. You could care less about her silent wails trying to reach across the piece of cloth in her mouth as you dragged her to the basement from under the staircase. Her cries got louder with every step that her head hit down the stairs, across the cold concrete stinging her satiny skin, albeit not enough to cross the walls and reach for help, every second filled you with content; a step closer to the love of your life. 
“Heeseung would never love you,” And silence. The words leave her mouth as soon as you remove the handkerchief. You wanted to hear her beg for her life, to plead forgiveness, to quietly hand over what you wanted if she feared death, but her words come off as a curse, as if she’s trying to anathematise your to-be married life with him, to take away the happiness you’ve been devoid of for years. You could fear her words and the wrath of Gods that may follow along as a consequence of your actions, but you have the desire, and nothing to lose. 
For you have always been a child of war, and Ah-young is simply born with tragedy in her blood. 
The basement served as a cell for solitary confinement for the previous family who lived in the house, for children who displayed unacceptable behaviour and disobeyed their parents, for servants who said more than what was needed, for wives who dared standing on the same level as their husbands. The walls of the house have been renovated over the years, decorated with exquisite wallpapers everytime they have been changed. People fawn upon its beauty, unaware of the secrets it hides deep down below. The walls of the basement have seen a lot over the decades, centuries, even, and the decoloured blood stains on the floor and corners describe each of those stories. One would quiver under the worn out ceiling that feels that it holds eyes and spirits of the dead beyond its arches. Though, Ah-young stares at you with resentment in her stare, one that was filled with hope up until a few minutes ago. 
You could gauge her eyes out, the ones that she’s so proud of, the ones that hold all the memories of Heeseung that should’ve been yours. Or, you could carve her plum skin with incisions and lacerations, painful enough that her soul withers inside, deep enough to leave scars that would make it difficult for anyone to believe she's the daughter of the most beautiful woman in the state. You could do things no one would do to their siblings— the ten year old didn’t know a day like this would come— but some things are inevitable. The scissors are in your hand, she is in front of you, slouched down, hands tied behind her back with wrists that have been bruised by the rope, oh so poor eyes gleaming with pain and hatred wishing they could do something. The scissors are in your hand, and your hand is on her cheek, the cold metal sending shivers down her spine as you run it down her face— the game was yours to play.  
“Hell, you look so much like me, I can’t even kill you,” You whisper close. The scissor is on her neck, it’s as if you could fear her blood rushing through the arteries, right under the skin. You slide it across her throat, pressing it on her collarbones— Ah-young draws in a quick breath— you pierce through her skin, a minute cut, single tear rolling down her cheek that lands on the back of your hand; it feels like you’re killing yourself. “Well, I guess we’ll get to see each other around, yes?” 
You discard the scissor somewhere behind you, taking a few steps back, watching her fall down to the floor, eyes squeezed shut in excruciating pain. It’s nowhere near what you’ve experienced all these years, alone and in regrets, guilt and depreciation, watching the person you love fall in love with someone else. But, love doesn’t ask for sacrifices, for kindness. Love isn’t about letting go, but instead, it’s about holding onto, love is about crossing the limits to prove that you’re deserving of it; because love has always been about the selfishness your heart conceals. You pick up the handkerchief, your sister chanting trails of nos while shaking her head, throwing her leg around frantically to keep you away, but your hand grabs her face, nails digging mercilessly into her skin, enough to draw blood. A moment of silence, ‘stop’ she begs you with her eyes, ‘die’ you tell her with yours, and put the cloth around her mouth, tying it behind her head. 
Tears fall further. Your lips curl up. 
“He’s right, red suits you the best,” You wipe your thumb on her temple, over the loose clot that had formed on her wound. Your smile grows wider, you pluck out the mass of dead cells, letting the pus and blood ooze out as her muffled wails fill the room. Your hands cup her cheeks, a touch of pity, and you lean in towards her forehead, a kiss of death. “Goodnight, dear sister,” 
Perhaps, it’s the game of fates, how destiny plays into the hands of those who continue to fight without fearing the aftermath. The irony of happiness and despair— they go hand in hand. Sunlight graces upon the lands and your handmaidens are ready with everything they need for the bride, not you— Ah-young; unaware of the truth that lies beneath the grounds they walk onto, the truth under the enchanting smile that makes everyone believe in the tricks you’ve played. 
The eyes leave you unattended for minutes and you're on your way to the basement. The air inside smells of urine; your nose scrunches in disgust. A lot could happen in one night, you expected to greet her corpse by dawn, for she has always been as fragile as a dandelion, but you’re met with her exhausted body that dragged itself to the cover, above the dusty rags to save itself from the deadly cold of winter nights. 
“Look at you,” You say it in a way she would’ve said it if she could. It wasn’t intentional, you’ve just always been more like her sister, more than anyone ever knew. A chuckle rolls off your tongue as you walk to her, pulling her rolled up chemise down her thighs, admiring the scratches on her legs that she had gotten while dragging herself over the concrete and the numerous little red spots left by the mosquitos on her arms and feet. Even with chapped lips that beg for water and hands that are tied to even wipe off the nasal discharge off her face, her eyes spell of indignation at the sight of you, brimming with fear and yet so full of anger and detest. The blood had dried off her face, the wound inflicted on her collarbone inflamed to stages it could possibly be home to infections her soul would have never heard of. You could barely say she was your sister, that she was even a part of you, let alone being the splitting image, because you were standing in your best dress while she was lying in the dust that had soaked the blood off the injury on the back of her head. She looks defeated, head hung low, like a pest that had been hunted by the predator and is now ready to be eaten. Her eyes ask a question— why, and nothing more. Perhaps, an answer would help her survive without food and water longer than her body could sustain itself. You take a step towards her, accidently hitting your elbow against the corner of a rusted iron cupboard and wincing in the process. She laughs through the cloth, you restrain yourself from coercing into picking up the scissors thrown around and slitting her face from one end to the other, making sure she smiled forever. 
You grit your teeth, fist closed tight, eyes glaring into her putrid sight. Her condition makes you feel good about yourself, that you don’t need to feel threatened by such lowly lives, until your eyes land onto something shiny on her fingers, and it belongs to you. She needed an answer why, you have nothing to say for she’s smart, except what she used to tell you all the time: 
“The best thing about being identical twins,”— You take her hand, slipping out the engagement ring from her finger before sliding it on your own— “we can switch places and no one would ever know.” 
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Agere Moodboard Day 2: Based on your BFF (favorite stuffie)
This is my bunny an her name is Bella!
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jake as ur best friends brother and u develop feelings lol 😆
ehehehe here you go ehehe
𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
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## pairing(s)! bff's older brother! jake x reader
## genre! mostly fluff with the tiniest bit of angst
## wc! 1.2k
## warning(s)! cursing, and not much else?? but if u feel like there should be any other warnings pls lmk asap!
## a/n! another request! lowkey i love doing reqs 🫶🏻 this was very fun to do and there could possibly be a part 2 if this gets enough likes?? or if you want a part 2 LMKKKKK‼️ anywayssss enjoy~ [PART 2 OUT NOW!! <3 CLICK HERE! :D]
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You’re not sure where or when it started, but you were definitely in a whole that was dug way too deep. The Sims were your absolute favorite siblings. Jake’s little sister, Bella, was your bestest friend and absolute favorite person on the planet. Growing up, and even up until now, it’s always been “y/n and Bella!” Or vice versa. To make a long story short, the two of you were the same person in different fonts. You were an only child, so having Bella around was like having a sister and best friend wrapped in one. It was also a bonus that she lived across the street from you. The two of you were always at each others’ houses and you wouldn’t want it any other way. The two of you did everything together and will keep doing everything together. You two were quite literally two peas in a pod.
Jake was a year older than the both of you. Growing up, he was close with you guys. But when high school started, he made new friends and met new people. That resulted in him being around less and less. Now that you think about it, maybe that’s when it started. Once Jake started high school and you and Bella were still in junior high. Seeing him less made you miss him. Jake being on the high school’s football team also subtracted the amount of times you would see him. But you definitely only missed him because he was fun to be around, right? That was definitely the sole reason and nothing else, right? Yeah…no.
The summer after 8th grade, before you first year of high school was when you realized you missed him because you liked him. How cliche, you think. Liking your best friend’s brother? Great. You didn’t think Jake would reciprocate your feelings, so you kept them hidden. You kept your feelings hidden when he introduced everyone to his first girlfriend. You kept your feelings hidden when he dyed his hair blonde. That was very hard on you, to be honest. And you definitely kept your feelings hidden when Jake would come home from practice to hang out with you and Bella.
“Oh, word? She’s really pretty.”
“Yeah..” Jake lets out a nervous giggle, “Yeah, she is.”
“Yeah..” Jake lets out a nervous giggle, “Yeah, she is.”
“Bro,” Jay speaks up, “You totally like her.”
“What? No I don’t, what makes you think that?”
“Dude, your ears are bright ass red right now,” heeseung speaks up.
“Okay? That could mean anything.”
“So… you wouldn’t care if I asked her out, right? Since you don’t like her that way,” Sunghoon chimes back in.
“Nah dude, she’s off limits,” Jake replies. The rest of his friends give him a look. “Hey, don’t look at me like that! She’s my little sister’s best friend. It would be so weird to see her around with one of you guys.”
“Yeah, because you like her, dude,” jay interjects.
“Okay, no. You guys got it all wrong. I see her like a little sister. You guys wanna protect your little sisters, no?”
Sunghoon speaks again, “Well, yeah. But who would be better for her than one of your closest friends, right?”
“Dude, for real. She’s off limits.”
“Oh, so someone else can have her, right? What about Sunoo? He’s really nice,” Jay adds in.
At this point, Jake starts feeling frustrated. Which results in him blurting out the first thing that comes into his mind.,“No way! She’s mine! What does he have that I don’t?” After he got that out, he looks at friends with realization. “Shit,” he manages to get out, “I have feelings for my little sister’s best friend.”
“We’ve literally been telling you this whole time“ heeseung tries to interject.
“Okay, okay, I get it,” Jake surrenders and the other guys start to laugh at him. “Hey! Fuck you guys!” He says while giving everyone the finger. He realizes now, that he’s in some deep shit.
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I don't remember if you've talked about this before, but what are your thoughts about (inhales) Cursed Child?
OOOF. Okay. Thoughts on Cursed Child (bear in mind I've read it (a while ago) but never seen any live production of it). I'll split this response into likes, dislikes, and je ne sais quoi:
Likes:
Scorpius Malfoy is as cute as a button.
I do love me some Slytherin Albus Severus.
Time Turner magic being able to do more than go back a few hours. That's been very useful for my fanfic fun.
Delphini as Bellamort's child. I see Voldemort wanting a child not for his own sake but more as having another tool in his arsenal. I can see Delphi being a reward for Bella, who hasn't had children, but ultimately with the strings attached of "you both will do my bidding."
Strained parent-child relationships. No parent is perfect and sometimes they say stupid things, even Harry.
Dislikes:
Parents say stupid things but I think Harry would never go so far as to wish Albus wasn't his son.
Draco seems too soft and cuddly. I feel he'd be softer in his older age, sure, but he's still Draco Malfoy. He's not going to be joking around with Muggleborns and pooping rainbows.
Delphini as Bellamort's child. In theory I like her existence but in practice I have so many questions about what she would turn out to be like. I don't love the way she comes off in the play. I can't put my finger on it. I just don't like it.
Requited or unrequited Scorbus? Scorose? I mean for angst fun it's nice to have Albus be in love with his BFF and Scorpius be in love with someone else but IDK I feel like Albus deserves to find his own happiness somehow. Maybe there's a Gellert Jr somewhere.
Je ne sais quoi:
It reads like fan fiction, which is fine, because I like fan fiction. It's supposed to be canon, but that leaves more questions than answers.
Albus watching his grandparents get murdered: kid's going to need therapy forever.
Severus is super wise and Dumbledore-like? Uh. Uh huh. Okay. Sure. Sure.
IDK I wanted more Remus and Tonks and Sirius. More Teddy too. Give me all my favorites.
Time turner magic makes my brain hurt.
I'm torn on Scorose and Scorbus. I really like Draco and Ron as in laws.
So in short . . . it's aggressively okay. I don't hate it the way I hate some things, I don't love it, and I certainly wouldn't pay to see it live. I'd go if someone else bought the ticket and asked me to come, but it's not something I'd go out of my way for.
I hope that answers your ask!
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seresinly · 3 months
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the Dare You to Move series AO3    |    FanFiction.net    by hyacinthed​ and seresin​ (aka @theclearwaters​)
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Relationship: Leah Clearwater/Jacob Black Works: 10 Word Count: 275,000+ Status: Complete!!
→ Part One: Between Who You Are and Who You Could Be https://archiveofourown.org/works/25005178 Summary: Seth is the only Clearwater to phase - but his sister becomes a part of the pack anyway. Relationship(s): Leah Clearwater/Jacob Black, Leah Clearwater & Embry Call Word Count: 245,000+ Status: Complete
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→ Part Two: Make the Dog Testify https://archiveofourown.org/works/37790206 Summary: Bella makes a bad decision. Somehow, it is Quil who is left to clean up the mess. Relationship: Quil Ateara V & Bella Swan Word Count: 1,413 Status: Complete
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→ Part Three: Build a Home for Your Family, Build a Castle for Your Friends https://archiveofourown.org/works/38045125 Summary: As Jacob's unofficial second, and as Leah's number one BFF, my allegiance to the Reservation's number-one ass kicking couple could never be questioned. Relationship: Embry Call & Leah Clearwater Word Count: 2,693 Status: Complete
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→ Part Four: Raised by Wolves and Other Beasts https://archiveofourown.org/works/38458513 Summary: Standing on the Clearwaters’ doorstep, Jacob raises his hand to the doorbell and hopes his evening will begin like this:
Leah, who'll sport a deeply convincing scowl, will wrench open the door, and though she'll be really very pissed, a tiny hint of a smile will peek through. He'll make some idiotic comment instead of a proper greeting, and it'll be enough to coax a real smile out of her, and just like that, the Bella Situation will be forgotten.
Instead, it begins like this. Relationship(s): Leah Clearwater/Jacob Black, Others Word Count: 2,315 Status: Complete
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→ Part Five: Leah and Kim’s Great Adventure https://archiveofourown.org/works/38543041 Summary: “So,” Kim says, fiddling with the dials of the radio. “Where are we going?”
“Port Angeles. I have an appointment.”
“That sounds kind of ominous,” Kim says, settling on the crappy college station that insists on pioneering the insufferable concept of Metal Mondays. “Ooh, is it a hair appointment? Are we getting matching haircuts?”
“Not quite,” Leah says, merging onto the highway. “We’re going to Planned Parenthood.” Relationship(s): Leah Clearwater & Kim Conweller, Leah Clearwater/Jacob Black Word Count: 1,097 Status: Complete
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→ Part Six: Meddling Kids and Their Dog https://archiveofourown.org/works/38578416 Summary: The Twilight-Maury crossover episode. Relationship: Leah Clearwater/Jacob Black, Others Word Count: 3,328 Status: Complete
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→ Part Seven: the soft rhythm of you https://archiveofourown.org/works/39547293 Rating: Explicit Summary: Leah stills, pulling back just enough to get a good look at him. “Do you want to stop?” His answer is immediate, spilling from his lips before she can reconsider. “No. I’ve just . . . never done any of this before.” She strokes his cheekbone with her thumb, soothing his racing heart with little more than a smile of the eye-crinkling variety, a smile that she only ever does for him. “How about I show you?” Relationship: Leah Clearwater/Jacob Black Word Count: 2,077 Status: Complete
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→ Part Eight: I Share Your Darkest Thoughts With You (but share no consequences for them) https://archiveofourown.org/works/40275090 Summary: As the Alpha, Sam spends his days painfully aware of the list of Things He Has to Do. Things that, if they knew, Old Quil and Billy (and Sue) would whoop his ass for not having done already. Potentially life-altering, crucial things, absolutely none of which involve hiking halfway up the Olympic Mountains with Bella fucking Swan as part of the stupidest game of hide-and-seek he has ever heard of. Relationship: Sam Uley & Bella Swan Word Count: 5,043 Status: Complete
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→ Part Nine: Between How It Is and How It Should Be https://archiveofourown.org/works/40875951 Summary: In hindsight, she probably should have listened when Jacob insisted that hiking halfway up the mountain and spending half the night with seven bloodsuckers was not a good idea. Relationship: Jacob Black/Leah Clearwater Word Count: 2,492 Status: Complete
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→ Part Ten: The Deleted Scenes https://archiveofourown.org/works/42887007 Word Count: 6,955 Status: Complete
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casinotrio1965 · 1 month
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Disney Descendants : List Of other Pinocchio characters In My au :
Carina , Lampwick's mama
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Bella, Lampwick's 5 year old half sister
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Bria , Lampwick's grandmother
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Sienna , Alexander's adoptive Mother
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Vito , Alexander's adoptive Father
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Juliet , a Local Rich Girl With A Crush on Lampwick
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Bianca , Another Local Rich Girl who's BFFS with Juliet
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Victoria , Bella's BFF
Greta , Victoria's mother
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The Evil Fairy , The Blue Fairy's evil Twin
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Ms. Vitelli , The Local school house teacher and Fabiana's adoptive mother
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Fabiana , The Ex- Employee of Stromboli
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All Art Belongs to. @redceedsblog
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longbobmckenzie · 9 months
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Season 6 Volume V thoughts
Woke up early so I could play the update before going into the office today and geeeez.
MC: tell me more about yourself, Roberto
Roberto: I won an international cooking contest as a kid
MC: ... okay...
Lifeless. Soulless. I want to know who he is, not random facts!
someone please make S6 bingo. Include worldies, investigations, eavesdropping, cliffhanger endings, and Amelia getting interrupted when she's trying to tell us something
At least we didn't get a cliffhanger on a kiss this time, and I know my answer
Zero interest in Elliot but he still picked me, yawn
Was shook that Roberto picked Bella but I LOVE it. But apparently Lewie picks Chloe?
I knew Roberto was talking about our date, not his with Chloe's
What was that "challenge"? I took the gem scene so maybe I missed something but a treasure hunt that leads to the challenge stage and then they ask staged questions? What?
Can we talk about that outfit? MC going full out pirate with a patch and parrot and everything while everyone else is still in their swimwear....
The dialogue is just getting worse and worse. Kinda feels like, I dunno... like it's written by an AI
Stop pushing Amelia as my BFF, I DON'T LIKE HER
I heard Roberto with my own ears, why do I have to play detective to find out about his date? Why can't I just ask him about it? Seeing as we're coupled up and he would ain't to know about my date too...
Especially since we talk to Elliot and he's like, yeah I was sitting close, it seemed they were having a good time. I WAS THERE TOO
What is FB's obsession with celebrities? Why can we ask if the newbies have dated any? Who cares?
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