#bella's asks and answers

[bellascarousel]

hello. you do not know me so don't attempt to think otherwise. i saw you mention that stephen king story "the moving finger" and i was wondering what your actual thoughts on it were. i read it again for the first time in a while and quickly realized it was really kind of terrible. i still think the ending is fun but it's like. surprisingly racist?

i was going to say it was the 70s but then i checked and it turns out it was first published in the 90s so i do think it's a case of steve doing coke again. but yeah what do you think of the story and/or stephen king as a whole??

i'm a little bug on a library computer that's why i'm anonymous.

I have no idea what the defensiveness of your first line is about. Unless you're worried that because you're anonymous I'm going to think you're my stalker. Don't worry, you are far too coherent for me to make that mistake.

As for my thoughts on that story... Honestly, I read it over 20 years ago. Literally all I remember about it is what I've already mentioned. So, I don't really have any thoughts on it.

[justabeewithapen]

Experiment 1217: Bella ▇▇ "Bobby Bearhug" "1217 has a very low shock tolerance and works well for particularly intense tests." "1217 and 1219 can be used together if 1322 has been very obedient."

Experiment 1219: Lucas ▇▇ "Kickin Chicken" "While initially stubborn, 1219 has mellowed out since the 1205 incident. He continues to act "brave" but crumbles under pressure." "1219 has taken on a "protective" role over 1322, it is very amusing." Experiment 1322

[rakdos-dogdyke]

Horny server for transfems

Non horny server for anyone

Radically accepting of all sexual identities

Girls who bully little sisters are inherently better than girls who don't

I'm your little sister :3

[best-detective-since-sherlock]

A few steps were heard on the hallway. Steady, firm and apparently, the person was using heels judging from the sound of the steps.

The boy opened the door, he had bought a bag and was wearing a red cardigan with black leggings and a black turtleneck shirt with black heeled boots.

Lysandre stared at Bella for a moment before sighing.

It's the eighth time he's been here to visit her.

He had been bored, ok?

He totally just wasn't used to her not being home. He totally just wasn't used to not banter with her least once a day.

"Good afternoon, Bellatrix..." He muttered as he sat down next to her.

"Today we've got more news, wanna hear...?"

He was met with the silence, the only sound was the heart monitor.

"Yeah, that's what I thought..."

- @j4ck0falltrades

The hospital monitors continued to beep in their very annoying way. Beep beep beep. So monotone and annoying and incessant.

But you know…it’d be really bad if they stopped beeping, so Lys could deal with it for now

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funnily enough i actually just finished this dumb ahh thing so here u go my fellow spider lovers

eat up 🙏

[beentobeetle]

bestie how do you feel about about malevolent but bella haunts arthur and follows him around? she is sipping ghost wine and going "good >:)" whenever he falls down a hole

??? I LOVE THIS ??? SO MUCH ????

Oh god he’ll occasionally catch glimpses of her (or. more. John would) and it’s just this whole thing of “A woman keeps appearing to me in moments of anguish and terror. The worst part is she always seems to be smiling and crying at the same time.”

Bella being really pissed about the fact that, for some reason, she’s tethered to the one guy she really wouldn’t want to be. John continuously asking “Orthur, who is the woman I keep seeing? Why did you seem so distraught when I described her, and even more so when she whispered ‘little bitch’ to us after falling down another hole? Orthur why are you putting your head in your hands. Orthur get the hell up what are you doing.”

Geez. What a thought. I should draw this

[hoahoahoahoahoa]

In my experience, a good 70% of fics tagged “Bella with a Backbone” end up writing Sookie Stackhouse in Bella Swan’s place, minus the southern belleness and telepathy. And that’s not inherently bad. I love Sookie dearly. But. Please. Please, if you’re going to approach Bella this way, remember Sookie exists in a universe in which vampires have actual exploitable weaknesses, and it’s possible for a human to injure, incapacitate, and even kill them. Bella exists in a universe in which vampires are all but indestructible, especially to humans. There’s only so much she can do. And there are far reaching consequences that shape her character and the narrative. Just. Please

[asterthemegadisaster]

How the Cullens Would React to You Breaking Up with Them as A Prank-- Part 2

Okay here's part 2 of how I think the Cullens would react if you broke up with them as a prank, but this time, it's the Cullen women!

✨ If you didn't see part 1 or you don't remember the scenario, here it is for you :) ✨

As you stand in front of your lover, you fight to push down the smile threatening to reveal your farce, instead trying to evoke tears to make your words believable. "I think we should break up," you say, a dramatic tear rolling down your face; trying to imagine it's real, more tears begin to fall as you continue, "I haven't been happy for a while now, and I don't want to hold you back. We can coordinate exchanging our things later, but right now I think I should just go." You stand there, tears streaming down your face, waiting for their response.

Alice:

The sound of Alice's soft laugh filled your ears, "You know I let you go through that for fun, I saw you decide this weeks ago. You can't fool me," she said matter-of-factly. "I know, I just wanted to have fun," you replied with a grin, taking her smooth hand in yours.

Bella:

"What are you even talking about? No, you can't leave me!" Bella cried, throwing her arms around you, "We're partners, we're mates, you can't just leave me!" Your arms wrapped around her, holding her cool and slender body to you, "I'm sorry," you said softly, stroking Bella's hair as she sobbed into your chest, "it was an April Fool's prank, I didn't think you'd react like this," you replied, placing soft kisses on her cheeks. "You can't say things like that to me," came her response, "never say that to me again." Bella stated firmly, stamping her foot lightly. "I won't, I promise," you said, holding her tightly.

Esme:

Esme stood there, taking in your words as tears softly rolled down her face. Her words were measured and careful as she responded, "Do you want help packing your things?" Her voice was soft and sad, you felt your heart breaking at her emotion. You closed the distance between the two of you, taking her small body into your arms, "It was a prank, I'm sorry. I'm not leaving you. I could never leave you, Esme," you whispered to her. She continued crying softly until she quieted down, she raised her head and met your eyes, "Never do that again," she said firmly, lightly smacking your chest with a closed fist, a smile spreading across her face. You pulled her close to you once more, "I won't, I promise," you chuckled.

Rosalie:

Rosalie didn't have to think before she spoke, "Whatever, I was getting bored of you anyway," she said, her words stung more than any venom ever could. This time, it was your heart that broke, tears rolled down your face rapidly and you couldn't stop them. "Oh my god, relax," she sighed, rolling her eyes at you, "we share a Google calendar, 'breakup prank' isn't the most subtle calendar reminder to exist," she answered, chuckling. You couldn't help but laugh with her, wiping your eyes, "Guess I won't try that again," you stated. "You'd better not!" Rosalie exclaimed.

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[threestargirls]

as the head of the twilight renaissance i NEED to know ur opinion on bella and alice as a ship/bella and mike

“head of the twilight renaissance” giggling and blushing

anyways i’m pretty ambivalent towards bella/mike. as far as i know he was a pretty decent guy throughout the saga, but i also haven’t read midnight sun, and apparently he was thinking some pretty gross stuff about bella. she’s also thoroughly repulsed by the idea of being with him so i wouldn’t wish that on her lol… but as a ship i think it would work!

now for bella and alice (heavy sigh)

contrary to popular opinion, i don’t think they would’ve worked out at all. obviously i’m a bit biased because i’m team Bella-Get-The-Hell-Away-From-The-Cullens, but i have other reasons too!!

they’re just so different. not even in an opposites attract way do i think they would work! bella HATES being the center of attention, alice loves it and is constantly putting bella there. alice is lavish and graceful, bella prefers simplicity and she’s clumsy. i just don’t think they would work out, their personalities would just clash too much!

[bellascarousel]

Kanthony pillow talk. Modern. They don’t want to admit their feeling for each other but they are being vulnerable about family stuff.

Okay! I actually already have a scene of this written. It's a future scene in The Doctor Who Loved Me. Basically that story's version of the book's library scene. It's pretty long. Definitely doesn't count as a drabble. (Also, for those that haven't read what I have so far of TDWLM, while playing with ages, I ran with the fact that Eloise and Francesca share a birthday and erased that year between them, making them actual twins, rather than the "Irish twins" they were in the books. So, when Anthony mentions the twins, he's talking about E and F.)

Below the cut, because of length

Anthony sat in his office and listened to the rain against the windows. He had always loved storms. He didn’t even know why. But, he found them oddly soothing. Lightning flashed, followed immediately by another flash of light as a transformer blew. And then the lights went out. Fuck! He grabbed his phone and called down to the security room. “Tell me that the generators kicked in.” “Up and running, Sir. Operating theaters, emergency department, and patient rooms are all fully operational. Emergency lighting is on in the stairwells, and we have visuals from all of the security cameras. The only place that isn’t functional is the administrative wing.”

Which was as it should be. His concern was keeping the patients alive. There was nothing that was done in this area of the hospital that couldn’t either wait until the power came back on, or be done by a cell phone’s flashlight if people were determined to stay working. His father had never seen a reason to have more than emergency lighting in this wing, and Anthony completely agreed. “All right. I’m sticking around until the power comes back up. Call me if there’s a problem.” Not that there was much he could do about a power outage, but there was no way he was leaving while this was going on.

He hung up the phone just as lightning flashed again. It was after the thunder that accompanied it finished shaking the building that he noticed another sound. It sounded like somebody crying, right outside his door. What the Hell? He grabbed his cell phone and turned on the flashlight, then crossed the room to the door and stepped outside.

Where Kate Sharma of all people was sitting on the floor, knees held tight to her chest, a look of sheer terror on her face. “Kate? What are you doing here?” Did he honestly expect an answer, right now? But, it was as if his brain had shut down at the sight of Kate Sharma, the take no prisoners barrister who stepped on his foot, sank his croquet ball in the lake, and basically took absolutely none of his shit and challenged him in a way that nobody had in a very long time, sitting here looking more like a frightened child than the confident young woman he was coming to care for far more than he had any right to. He crouched down next to her and held a hand out. “Come on. Let’s get you out of this hallway.”

She still didn’t respond. He honestly wasn’t even sure she had heard him. He sighed. He really wanted to get her into his office, sitting on the damn couch, where she could be comfortable. But, obviously that wasn’t going to happen, right now. So, instead, he did the next best thing. He sat down next to her, put his arm around her, and pulled her over until her head was on his shoulder. “Shh… I’m here, Kate. You’re going to be okay.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “I’m here. It will be all right.” He had no idea what could possibly be causing this. Yes, she had mentioned hating rainstorms, but this… This was a full-blown phobia.

Another flash of lightning, with the crash of thunder coming almost simultaneously. The storm was right above them, now. And Kate whimpered and burrowed herself tighter into Anthony’s side. Well, at least she was acknowledging his presence, and seemed to be taking some comfort from it. It was something, at least. But, still all he could do was sit there with his arms around her, whispering to her that he was there and she was going to be okay. And he still had no idea if she even heard him.

Eventually, her muscles started to relax. She still tensed up with every crash of thunder, though. And for the first time in his life, Anthony prayed that this damn storm would end soon. Because he was honestly not sure how much more of this poor Kate could take. He shifted a bit, pulling away from her slightly. Then put two fingers under her chin and gently tilted her face up until she would be looking in his eyes — if he could get her to open hers. “Look at me, Kate. Open your eyes and look at me. Look at me and know that you’re safe. I’m here, and you’re safe. Open your eyes.”

Her eyelids fluttered, as if she was trying to open them, but they were resisting. He could understand that. There was a part of her that was afraid to open her eyes, afraid of what she would see. Afraid that if she opened her eyes, she would see whatever it was that had caused this phobia to begin with. But, after several seconds, she managed to open her eyes and met his gaze.

And Anthony felt like he had been punched in the gut. If the look on her face had been heartbreaking, the look in her eyes was downright terrifying. It was as if something had shattered within her. He had never seen anyone look that haunted in his life. And he was a damn trauma surgeon.

“A…Anthony?”

“I’m here, Kate. I’m here.” He had to get her out of here. Maybe if he brought her down to the emergency department, the hustle and bustle and all the beeping machines would drown out enough of the storm to enable her to function. “We should get out of this hallway. Go down to where the lights are working. Maybe you’ll be less scared if there are more people around.”

“Are the elevators working, then?”

He shook his head. “Not in this wing. But, there are emergency lights in the stairwells. We can walk down.”

But, the moment Anthony said “stairwells”, Kate had started shaking. “No stairs. No stairs. I can’t be on stairs, right now. No stairs.”

Anthony tightened his arms around her. “Okay. No stairs.” He pulled her head back onto his shoulder. “Tell me what you need, Kate. Tell me how to help you.”

“Just… distract me. Talk to me.”

“Okay. What would you like me to talk about?”

“Tell me about your family.”

He shrugged. “You’ve met them all. Is there anything in particular you want to know?”

“I haven’t met all of them.” Anthony stiffened, knowing what was coming. “Tell me about your father.”

“He was… he was the best. He was a doctor, too. A cardiac surgeon. Though, like me, he all but gave surgery up to run the hospital. He’s the reason I went into medicine, myself. I wanted to follow in his footsteps. He… he was my best friend. I know that sounds stupid. Our parents aren’t supposed to be our friends. And, don’t get the wrong idea. He certainly had no trouble disciplining me when I deserved it. I honestly don’t think he even knew that I considered him my best friend. But, he was the one I could talk to about anything. Things I couldn’t even talk to Benedict or Simon about. Some of my favorite memories are of walks around Aubrey Hall in the summer. When the twins were little, he actually bought me a Baby Bjorn, so that I could carry one while he carried the other. But, he wasn’t going to let a little thing like him not having enough hands to deal with all of his children keep him from our walks.”

“How old were you when he died?”

“I was eighteen. Almost nineteen.”

“That’s a rough time for a man to lose his father.” She must have felt him stiffen, that time, because she quickly continued. “I mean, I don’t think that any time is a good time for a man to lose his father. But… at eighteen, you’re just learning what it means to be a man. To lose your father — your role model — then, has to be particularly rough.”

“Yeah. I guess it is. My brothers were sixteen, fourteen, and two. I guess for them, I’m supposed to be the role model. I’m probably doing a piss-poor job of it, though.”

“Don’t be so sure. Your brothers love you very much. Gregory actually danced with me at the masquerade ball because he thought there was something going on between us, and he wanted to look out for you, the way you were for Benedict. Your whole family adores you, Anthony.”

“I know. The feeling is quite mutual. What about you? How old were you when your parents died?”

“I was sixteen when my father died.”

“That’s a rough age for a girl to lose her father, I would imagine. Right when you start dating, I mean.”

“I suppose. But, he was wonderful. And, I guess I do tend to compare men that show an interest in me or Edwina to our father. Most of them come up very lacking.”

“I’m sure your present company is not excluded.”

She shrugged. “You’re kind of growing on me, a bit. Not that I at all approve of your plans for Eddie, of course. But, as a person, you’re definitely growing on me.”

“Glad to hear it. What about your mother? Do you remember her at all? I know you must have been pretty young. What with there only being six years between you and Edwina.”

Kate stiffened in his arms, and then she started shaking. “I… I was three. It was… it was my third birthday. Or maybe early in the morning the next day. There was a storm. Like this one. And the thunder woke me up. I… went out to the hallway. I was going to go climb into my parents’ bed, like I always did when I was scared.”

“As do most of us at that age.”

“Yeah… I think the power was out that night, too. I didn’t try to turn a light on, so I didn’t notice. But, my mother was out in the hallway, using her cell phone as a flashlight. She was… she was going downstairs for something. I don’t know what.”

Thunderstorm. Power outage. Stairs. Anthony already knew what was coming. And he felt sick. He tightened his arms around her. “Shh… It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me.”

“But, I kind of want to. I want to finally tell someone. It’s been twenty-seven years, and I need to tell someone.”

“Only if you’re sure.”

He felt her nod against his shoulder. And then she continued. “I never found out what she was going downstairs for. She never even knew I was there. But, there was lightning, and then thunder. And… she jumped a little. You know, just that little bounce people get when they’re startled? Such a little thing. But, her foot… her foot slipped, and she fell. And she didn’t move. And I just stood there. I couldn’t even make a sound. I don’t know how long I just stood there, staring down the stairs, waiting for her to get up. And she didn’t. I… I don’t really know anything else that happened that night. I don’t remember going back to my room. I couldn’t begin to tell you why I went back to my room and not to go get my father.”

“You were three. And you had just had an extremely traumatic experience. Either of those things would make logic not exactly a strong suit. Combined? I’m a surgeon, not a psychiatrist, but I wonder if maybe you convinced yourself you were having a nightmare. So, if you went back to bed, then when you woke up, she would be there.”

“Maybe. But, that’s not what happened. Instead, I woke up to my father sitting on my bed. He was trying so hard not to cry, to be strong for me. And he tried to explain what had happened. But, he kept me in my room for a long time. I think he was waiting until they had taken her away. That he didn’t want me to see her like that. He didn’t know. Couldn’t have known. I had already seen her. I… I watched it happen.” Anthony felt Kate’s tears soaking into his collar. Not that he minded. But then, she gave a choked sob. “I watched my mother die. And you are the only person on the planet that knows that. I have literally never told anybody about it until today.”

If Anthony’s arms got any tighter around Kate, he was going to break her damn ribs. And even knowing that, it was hard for him not to try to hold her tighter. He didn’t know what else to do for her. “I’m glad. Not that you’ve never told anyone, of course. But, that you were able to tell me. I’m honored to be the one you finally trusted with that. You’re going to be okay, Kate. It’s going to be okay. I’m here. I’ve got you. And it’s going to be okay.”

She just nodded against him. Then turned and clung to him, burying her face in his chest, as she cried. And all he could do was run his hands up and down her back and keep telling her that she was going to be okay.

[messitydepressity]

Strange request but would you ever do Eremophobia from Joel’s POV. Like imagine how feral Joel becomes when they told him they lost his kid?? After his kid warned the others. And how Joel mentioned he found Ellie. Like angst to the highest degree.

I already have it outlined 😭 (I love torturing him)

The plan, for now considering the trajectory of the fic is in the hands of the fates once I start writing, is to pick up mid-search in Joels POV.

AKA in the middle of his mental break/feral spiral

I want to cover the trauma of his child missing, then finding her coated in just as much blood as Sarah had once been (and gasping in pain? fuck that man up) and I intend to explore the healing portion of Ellie's injuries as well as the shit that goes wrong from them.

Basically, I'd like Joel to have a really shit-tacular time, but I'll give them their soft (definitely not fighting) moments too.

It would be nice if I could get crackin' on that this week and post it next Sunday with episode two's release, but I have strep throat rn, so no promises on that.

The current working title is 'Thanatophobia' - the intense fear/dread of losing a loved one. (and extends to death in general)

I guess my very long answer is yes 🖤

[livvylives]

thought about it some more and if nobody else will hype up the Luke & Jocelyn story i will. especially if the "in the past" is referring to the circle era like. I'm always excited for circle content they never fail to make me insane

think about it!! Valentine from their perspective, the two people who loved him the most, while they're in the thick of it is going to be crazy. his wife and his parabatai. also I'm fairly certain there's a quote where Jocelyn says if she knew that Luke loved her back then she wouldve made a difference choice like this story is going to be great i can feel it. just the fact CC is going out of her way to include it over something more popular means that it's something she really wants to share & that makes me really excited. I hope it rewires my brain <3

[ask-pokecats]

Vekpa: OOOH. CURRY. I have NEVER had any, but I would like to TRY SOME.

C-c-coming right mrowp...

Bella panicky goes outside to make curry. She makes a deep breath and tries to cook it calmly. Since Vekpa haven't specify the curry type, she puts all types of berries here: spicy Cheri, dry Chesto, sweet Pecha, bitter Rawst, and sour Aspear.

Phmew... Done...

Bella handles a plate of large curry. When she sees Vekpa, her paws start to shake. At least she puts it on the table without any accidental falling.

M-mrow... T-there meow go... I really hope you didn't break our house...

Bella tries to smile, despite being very nervous towards the legendary.

Obtained: A Large Curry

[ @askvekpa ]

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sending u my oc x canon enjoy

(pls ignore how late this is but) I downloaded some new brushes and I wanted to try them out :)

Im also OBSESSED with these two they’re so cute 😭😭 clinks them together like little dolls

[stray-tim]

I should inform you on behalf of the agency that Bella has been attacked and is now hospitalized.

@winged-demons-and-co

Oh, that's sad to hear. I hope she is doing better now.

[uncertainwallflower]

HOW DID I MISS THIS????!!!! 😍😂

11. ❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜

With love,

Lily exposed James to the delights of the Muggle Telliephone on Wednesday and by Saturday he had the things mastered.

"Hello. Lily speaking."

His response was gravelly and somewhat hushed: "Oh good, I was worried your sister was going to pick up."

Lily laughed, twisting the cord around her finger and leaning a bony shoulder against the wall. "She's gone out with Vernon. Can I ask who's calling?"

"Voice doesn't give me away? Nor knowing that you have a sister? Goes by the name Petunia? Dating a hideous lump?"

Another laugh. "Afraid not. Pays to be sure you know, any old perv could be calling."

"Are you calling me a perv?"

"Might be."

She heard the brush of clothes as he rearranged his limbs—probably in indignation—then, in a tone that screamed upturned-chin, said: "Fair enough. Go on then, love, tell us what you're wearing."

She snorted at that. "How do you even know how to ask that?"

"Darling, you underestimate me."

A hum. "That much is apparently true."

He was chuckling too but the resonant twang of his voice denoted the underlying motive. "But really, what’re you wearing?"

"James Potter, if you called just to get off on my voice, I’m hanging up." She very nearly did, pulling the handset away from her ear and going to slam it back on the receiver knowing he'd get an earful of plastic and have to pay to call again.

But he cried, voice all crackly through the distance, "Wait, wait!" and her ear was back against the receiver, turning red then white with the pressure as he gravelled: "I can be over in five minutes. Just promise you won't be wearing anything when I get there."

She was quick to warn him off—but her heart wasn't in it—with a lousy, somewhat nasal, "Petunia will be back soon."

She could practically hear his smirk through the phone. "I can be quick."

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