#the twilight saga rp

[dreammakcr]

( permanent starter call for Charlie Swan. based on charlie swan from the twilight saga )

[witchpyre]

                 her eyes were the velvet colour of 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬.

an independent and private roleplay blog for 𝙅𝘼𝙉𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙑𝙊𝙇𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙄 of stephenie meyer’s the twilight saga. CANON-DIVERGENT AND ANTI-SMEYER. established 2020. nsfw and triggering. 21+ only. written by fae.

[hiddenwashington]

@torturedheart said : Was that [SUMMER BISHIL?] Oh no no, that was just [CARMEN DENALI ], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [THE TWILIGHT SAGA]. They are [APPEARS THIRTY-FIVE] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

accepted! welcome to washington d.c. carmen denali [summer bishil]! please send in your account within 24 hours! please be sure to take a look at the checklist now that you've arrived! we look forward to seeing you around the city! 

[waynewifey]

dear mr. wayne — b.w

part one: dear mr. wayne

part two: aftermath

part three: aporia

epilogue

summary: it’s not easy being a politician’s wife. it’s even harder to love a vigilante. months of negligence make you an easy target to his enemies.

pairing: bruce wayne/battinson x reader

genre: angst romance & dark action

warnings: swearing; smoking; kidnapping; violence; a bit of gore; “you” is she/her; bruce is the worst husband ever btw

word count: 2.8k

A/N: i wrote this back in january 2022 when the batman movie had just premiered, so kinda off the hype here. i hope you enjoy it anyway. already working on part 2, let me know if you guys would like it! also, this has taken a path way darker than i had in mind so i’m sorry if it’s too much. comments are appreciated!

gotham city, USA.

it's late.

you have no clock nearby, but you feel it in your bones. in your muscles too. it's too late and bruce should be home already. laying in the sofa, only half conscious, you regret telling alfred to go to bed. at least you wouldn't be alone. of course, being married to the batman you knew he would patrol at night often. you were okay with it. but lately bruce had been too focused on his other, and recent, goal: running for mayor. at first it seemed out of character, he was never good with the public or the press. but he stared at thomas wayne's painting in the hall in such painful façade, it made sense all off sudden. you were supportive of it. you showed up to every event just to stay by his side, to show the people the lovable man he was. the man you loved. the man who couldn't even be home for dinner.

the penthouse's elevator dings, opening its doors at the end of the hallway you see perfectly from your seat. your head doesn't lift instantly, like in the first week. instead, a long sigh escapes from your lips as bruce reaches the living room.

"hello, darling." he says, still in motion as he walks the stairway up to the room you shared. not a single kiss, or a hug. you follow him, because what else is there to do? you need to go to bed anyway. by the time you get there, slowly, his suit is already on the floor and he's taking a shower.

"how was the meeting?" you ask, knowing he usually did his Wayne Enterprising meetings — which consisted of hanging out long hours in bars with business men — at night. recently, he started a complicated relationship with a real estate company he wanted to invest in.

"the usual." he stopped fully answering these questions three weeks ago, making the only time you ever talked even shorter. the city has gotten more violent than ever since his batman duties were put on standby.

"any closer to sealing the deal?" you sit on the bed, watching the open bathroom door.

"probably." it's not like he's being rude. well, maybe a little bit. he just doesn't want to talk any more, it's clear on his tone. but it's 2am and you brain isn't working too well.

"when is this gonna end, bruce?" you finally say, as he puts his boxers on. "when are we ever having dinner again? or going on a date? when are you gonna stop treating me like i'm some sort of home decor?" you almost vomit out the words that have been stuck on your throat for days. surprisingly, the heartache doesn't softens. instead, it gets worse. it's like admitting your abandonment.

six months ago, you started trying to get pregnant. it hadn't always been a dream of yours, but the idea of having an heir to all you've spent your life building is charming. you realised you were in the right time to do so, you had just turned 28, bruce was 32, and both had stable careers. a month later, bruce announced his candidacy. and so soon you gave up. you told yourself once he won the election everything would be fine. you would try again. but, realistically, being a mayor was already a lot of work on itself. he wouldn't want a pregnant wife or a child to take care of. after the four years, who knows? he might as well have a new life project. and your family would always stand on the side.

"i don't know what you're talking about..." he doesn't look into your eyes. hell, he barely looks at you. that feeling, the negligence, is enough to trigger the tears. you take a deep breath, making an effort to look composed.

"don't you, though?" your voice is shaken. look at me. look at me. look at me. look at me. he doesn't. "bruce." you call, finally getting his attention. however, the boredom on his face knocks you off your feet, legs trembling in pain and anger. "i just want you to make an effort on us..."

"really? cause that's all i ever done." he's leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed in a way you would find attractive in other circumstances. but now he's yelling and you fight back the urge to shrink into the mattress. "do you think i wanna have a kid on this fucked up town? i'm tryna fix this. fix everything!" his faces turns red-ish. something inside of you makes you want to leave the room. you've always been an avoider, that is one of the reasons you hadn't really had couple fights. so, basically, this is very new. "i've got the weight of the fucking world on my back."

"let's leave then" you manage to say, replacing the you chose this. it was true, however, that he was the one to put himself in this position. bruce wayne could've gotten his entire life without working if he wanted to. but he always needed to save everyone, to suffer for other's happiness. he was a giver. sometimes you wondered if he needed to be saved instead.

"you know i can't do that." he mumbles, in a defeated tone. a sigh escapes from his lips, suddenly the tiredness takes over his face. it's almost enough to make you let it go, to internalise your distress again. he really can't, you know that. he feels that the city is his liability, because it was the only thing he had since he became an orphan. but he had you, too. he just didn't acknowledge that.

"and i can't stay like this." it sounds like an whisper, but it's a plead. choose me. please. he seems to read it in your eyes, face contorting in agony when he realises what you're asking for. me or gotham? it's stupid to think he would ever choose you. but you hoped, so desperately, because you would choose him. always.

"let's not do this tonight, okay? i have to be in the office by the morning." tears instantly fall as he turns off the lights and lays on the bed, turning his back to where you slept. for a moment, you're static. his words were final. were you ever in control of something in your life? why were all of these decisions being made for you? mechanically, you stand on both feet and walk to the door. you don't even notice your movement until you're on the elevator. your husband didn't intervene either. this neighbourhood is one of the safest in town, which honestly isn't much but you had to get out. anyway, nowhere is totally safe at 3am.

you walk two blocks, clinging to the fluffy sweater you wore. the depressing air of gotham slows your pace, to a point you start wondering if it was really necessary to be aware. you could feel the city devouring you, starting with your hope. the blue 24h sign lights up the street, in a way that isn't welcoming, but you know the place well enough to not be scared to get in. a bell sounds over the door and wakes up the male behind the counter. he's got long black hair and seems to haven't seen a good night of sleep in weeks. same,you think.

"hi. can i get the blue one?" you point at the camel's behind the man. he nods, quickly putting a pack on the wooden board. the prices pops up on the cashier's display. you pay and go outside. smoking was an bad habit from your college days, when pressure got too excruciating. every now and then you would treat yourself to some cigarettes, for the confidence it gave you. the sense of control to be the one, for once, ruining yourself. the smoke burns your throat on the first inhale and you hold back a cough. you're too entertained by the cigar to notice the black van approaching. it stops right in front of you, and everything happens too quickly for your brain to process. it's all dark.

he's in a meeting, the boring kind.

the kind that has him seated in silence while a representative talks to his employees, who never get to listen to their actual boss. there's a chart being shown on a large tv on the other side of the room. he's not listening, though. he's writing down ideas for a thanksgiving speech. a head pops into the conference room.

"mr. wayne." it's one of the new assistants, hired especially for the election season. he didn't care to memorise her name, because temps usually don't last long. if she hadn't called him, he might've not even looked up. but the room is silent, expecting eyes on him. the girl at the door looks terrified. "you're urgently required outside, please."

he sighs as he gets up from his leather chair. the second the door closed behind him, chatter is heard again. in the corridor, the woman conducts him to his office and they get in. there's a bit of a commotion, four men lounge around his table, all their faces tense.

"mr. wayne, i'm afraid we don't have good news." the head of the marketing team speaks, a man called robert vance. he's probably said the same phrase to bruce about seven times this month, so that doesn't do much. the assistant approaches with an ipad, unpausing a video. "we received this from an anonymous email about forty minutes ago. we weren't able to get the ip address just yet."

the video starts with a black screen, zooming out to show a woman with a bag over her head. she has her hands on her back and is kneeling on the ground. bruce's heart skips a beat noticing the hair falling down her shoulders.

"bruce wayne..." an eerie voice whispers from behind the camera, breathing heavily. "i've robbed an egg from your basket, and you haven't even noticed!" there's a disturbing chuckle and the video shakes a bit. bruce doesn't move, eyes stuck on the screen. no one in the room has done anything other than breathing. someone gulps. "it's been long hours, but we're having fun, aren't we, darling?" a gloved hand reaches for the bag, pulling it out. her face - your face - is dripping blood. you're biting on a fabric, still in your home clothes. bruce's jaw clenches. you're crying, face beaten, in this degrading situation. your eyes pierce the screen right into his. suddenly, a gun is tapped on your forehead and you close your eyes into a sob. your lips mouth please. "i'm running out of patience here, you're running out of time. let's do business, shall we?" he laughs, knocking the pistol on the side of your head, making you fall laying on the floor, unconscious. the spot bleeds. "here's my proposal: you come clean about your father's deal with carmine falcone and maybe i don't shoot little mrs. wayne... or i do both. it's your choice, really. the clock is ticking. tick tock, wayne."

the video stops, the sight of a gun pointed at your unresponsive body burns into his mind. bruce is panting, the adrenaline rushes into his brain. there's a million of plans being built, but none of them seem viable.

"don't let media get this." he managed to say. one of the men in suits says it's too late. the tv flicks on showing a news report on the video. he kicks the side of his table, the contents being thrown across the room. "FUCK! you bastards wait forty fucking minutes to show me this?" he screams, no one can look him in the eyes. a hand runs through his black hair. "meanwhile my wife is out there with a gun on her head! and what have you done? i swear to god, if i don't find her alive and well i'm killing everyone in this goddamned room with my bare hands."

he storms out of there, reaching to his phone to call alfred and noticing the multiple missed calls. fucking silent mode. the sun is setting.

"i got the address." the butler says, instead of hello. a 'ding' sounds in his ear.

there has been pain for so long. you try to remember before the pain. but all is pain. he has to make it stop.

the floor is cold cement and you feel so small in this huge warehouse. the man in the mask knows you can't run. not only you're tied up, but the will had left you long before getting dragged into that van. he sees it in your eyes. so he strolls around, always in that ridiculous dark green overall. then he beats you up for fun. no cameras. just you and the devil himself. you find yourself praying, after all these years. you don't pray to get out, no. you pray so that it ends soon. you pray that the stab wound in your abdomen will get you an infection. you pray that when you close your eyes, you never have to open them again. but the divine has left you in the cold cement.

there's an explosion. your eyes open. there's smoke and dust taking over one of the walls. you're seeing everything horizontally, cheek on the floor. the man in green is just as scared as you were.

bruce wayne busted that fucking wall down. he expected a full team of psychopaths and maybe some more security. there was just one coward in the warehouse. the thing stares at him coming out of the smoke, fingers fidgeting. the batman steps forward. the freak steps back. then turns around, runs to a half broken wardrobe and grabs a gun from it. bruce walks slowly. there's a struggle loading the gun. he takes the opportunity to run and throw the thing on the floor. he bangs his head on it. the vermin screams. he takes one punch. two. tries to reach for the fallen gun. bruce steps on his hand and the loud crack echoes in the room. he screams again. three punches. the mask is taken off. his nose is bleeding. more punches. he holds the neck. the head is turning purple. oh how he wants to kill this little shit. bruce wayne will kill him. it will just take a few more seconds...

"baby, no" at first he thinks he's imagining it. it's so soft, so weak. but he looks up and there she is. his hands loose. right on the corner, chains on her legs. her face is ruined from blood and dirt. her wrists bleed too. the motherfucker chained her. hell is too good for this thing.

bang. on his shoulder. he looks down and the blood is dripping on the freak's face. he’s pushed to the side, holding the wound. tiny white dots obstruct his vision. he grunts through the pain. the man gets up and runs towards you. bruce can’t move. he arches his back, trying to roll and lay on his chest. it feels like he can’t move his arm anymore, like his bones had detached. when he finally does so, the man is escaping through a window. his hand searches for the adrenaline-boost in his belt, grabs it and quickly injects on his leg. it takes a second to get his blood rushing again. he crawls up and jumps through the window, which leads him to a metal balcony.

you’re almost standing, but he holds your chains and a gun to your face. the shooting sound had scared you awake. you can’t believe how close to bruce you finally are, but the conditions couldn’t be worse. you can hear water running below your feet, you don’t need daylight to show you the violent river you’re standing above. this is not good.

bruce has his hands up in the air and is holding himself back to not do anything stupid. the man’s face is contorting into the creepiest smile. no.

everything happens so slowly, yet he’s not quick enough to grab you in time. you’re falling in the air and he jumped after you. for a moment, the world is air. you can’t hold out your hand. your hair is flying in your face, he does not want to die without seeing you one last time. his cape holds him back and the distance between you only increases. you’re gone. the impact comes.

part two

[stelacole]

psd coloring : 𝐏𝐒𝐃 𝟑𝟐𝟔 : 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍

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[wastheheart]

A study in immortality, love, found family and motherhood. the constant changing of womanhood throughout the ages and what it means to be the matriarch.

independent, selective esme cullen from twilight. anti-meyer & heavily headcanon based

-> carrd.

loved by lychee (she/they) | 25+ | minors dni, personals do not reblog.

PSD #52 by RavenOrlov

[thischickrunswvampires]

IN DIRE NEED OF A ROLEPLAY...

hello friends! i've just worked my ass off on an oc and i'm very eager to start writing for her! if you're interested in twilight & the volturi, i am your girl! i strictly write with adults over 18, descriptively, so minors dni.

i would love to get to know you, chat oorp, and to plot and headcanon with you! if you're interested, please send me a message, i promise i do not bite. i will also portray anyone you want if you'd like to double up.

btw i'm into darker themes but will not cross any lines as long as you let me know what your triggers are. please hmu. i'm losing my mind over here.

[dreammakcr]

OPEN TO ║ all! crossovers welcome. MUSE ║ winona uley (original character. daughter of sam and emily uley) FANDOM ║ twilight SPECIES ║ werewolf

"Sometimes, I just can't control myself. I'm still learning."

[twilight-volterra]

What ships do you roleplay for Twilight?

Hello, lovely anon! ❤

Thanks for the ask! While I don't do roleplays on this blog since it's my aesthetics blog, I can certainly answer your question here. If you're interested in starting a roleplay, I have this blog for that; under the "universes" tab, you'll find my OC SFW & NSFW character sheets. I also double up on characters and I'm comfortable playing most of them (aside from potentially ones like Charlie and Billy, but I'm willing to give them a shot).

Note that my character sheets come with a warning because the SFW character sheets still have the basic trigger warnings rather than more detailed descriptions like the NSFW ones have; if there's anything you find triggering in them, I'm also willing to compromise and change parts to ensure we're both comfortable. 😊

The ships that I roleplay for Twilight vary, and I'm usually open to exploring ships; the only ones I really don't condone are Jacob/Renesmee and Quil/Claire for obvious reasons. If they're aged up and have a few adjustments to their histories together, that would be fine, but I don't like that they're literally children in canon.

I actually have a list of my ships here (I'm still working on the tags for some of them because I haven't reblogged/made anything for the "filler" ones just yet, but I don't like a lot of the ship names they were given, so I'm making a few adjustments for personal preference).

I tend to prefer OC x Canon because some of the ships just feel like they don't mesh well in canon. For instance, Emmett and Rosalie; I completely understand Emmett's draw toward Rosalie for saving his life, but I feel like they have more of a physical connection than anything else, at least from what we're shown from the other points of view. I would absolutely love to see their relationship from the inside, however, and see if Emmett helps Rosalie cope with her past, how they hunt together, their internal thoughts, etc. (I also don't like that Emmett reminded Rosalie of her friend's baby...??? That was a weird choice on Smeyer's part in my opinion.)

Some of my favorite canon ships that didn't make the ships page yet (in no particular order):

- Angela Weber and Eric Yorkie - Paul Lahote and Rachel Black; he literally tries hard to be a better person for her - and himself, of course - and I think that's actually really sweet - Sam Uley and Emily Young; while I understand Leah is hurt by them, I don't like that she's constantly upset by it because Leah also deserves happiness and I feel like she really should have been given the chance to move on from that by Smeyer

Dividers created by @jiyascepter

[findroleplay]

🌸hey! a.here she/her 18+ minors will likely be blocked if you interact.

I will start out by saying I am strictly looking for a MxF rp where I could play the female role. I am okay with fandom and fandomless. the main fandoms I am interested in are demon slayer, Naruto, and the last of us. (oc x oc is preferred, I would be lenient on my oc x canon, but cc x cc is okay as well, I'm just picky) I have ocs for all three of those fandoms, though I am in other fandoms. as for literacy, I am semi literate to literate, anywhere between 2-7 paragraphs, but it can vary depending on the details in the plot and replies.

as for genre, i love some angst and drama, a bit of gore is perfectly fine as well, nsfw is welcomed but I would like to have more plot than smut. my triggers are the basic stuff like beastiality, incest, pedophilia, etc, but we can discuss more about our limits in DMs.

shows/animes

The last of us; I prefer oc x oc, or oc x Joel miller

Naruto; oc x oc, oc x cc, Hinata x naruto, Shikamaru x temari

Demon Slayer: oc x oc, oc x cc, mitsuri x obanai, shinobu x giyuu.

Tokyo ghoul: I would love to do an oc x oc for Tokyo ghoul!

K-pop

BTS, ateez, ikon, txt, seventeen, got7, shinee, monsta x, stray kids, nct, dpr live, dpr Ian, sik-k, Dean. with kpop we can either do oc x idol, or idol x idol.

kdramas

descendants of the sun, the K2, weightlifting fairy, strong woman do bong soon, romance is a bonus book, just between lovers, cheese in the trap, he is psychometric.

Movies;

pitch perfect

Twilight saga

The breakfast club

10 things I hate about you

The edge of seventeen (best friends brother AU)

To all the boys I've loved before

the craft

Dazed and confused

Jurassic world

This will be on discord! Like this and I'll reach out to you.🌸

-

[rae-bunny]

twilight rp call: bree tanner x seth clearwater

what if the the volturi never disposed of bree and the cullens accept her into the coven? and what if, when bree is inevitably introduced to the wolves, seth imprints on her?

i just love the concept of these two together so much! of course, seth and bree will be aged up to eighteen at the least. at this stage, i would preferably write as bree. i'd love to talk details on this plot to make it our own, i.e. what the ramifications are, how a wolf imprinting on a vampire will affect the treaty, etc.

feel free to send a message if interested! or add my discord: celestialrae1

[mirrorballresources]

sentence meme ⟶ midnight sun (chapters 8-9) / stephenie meyer

feel free to change pronouns and details!!

❛ i never noticed before - your hair has red in it. ❜

❛ i was going to ask if you wanted to go out. ❜

❛ if you ever repeat what i’m saying right now, i will cheerfully beat you to death. ❜

❛ what a strange creature. and he was so normal and pleasant the last time we met. ❜

❛ it must be the animals. the lack of human blood drives them mad eventually. ❜

❛ why even bother coming home? ❜

❛ you’re pathetic. i can’t believe you missed the game last night just to watch somebody sleep. ❜

❛ i don’t imagine we’ll cross paths soon. ❜

❛ i think i like the blue one better. it really brings out your eyes. ❜

❛ does she really think that? or does she want me to look like a cow on saturday? ❜

❛ stay away from me. ❜

❛ don’t be like that, sugar. ❜

❛ brave, this one. maybe better, i guess - more fight in her. ❜

❛ what the hell? ❜

❛ knew this was a bad idea! she’s not alone. ❜

❛ should i run? ❜

❛ think i’m going to throw up.... ❜

❛ are you okay? ❜

❛ distract me, please. ❜

❛ i’m sorry, what? ❜

❛ i’m going to run over tyler crowley tomorrow before school. ❜

❛ he’s telling everyone he’s taking me to prom. ❜

❛ either he’s insane or he’s still trying to make up for almost killing me last ... well you remember it. ❜

❛ i might have to total his sentra, though. if he doesn’t have a ride, he can’t take anyone to prom... ❜

❛ if he’s paralyzed from the neck down, he can’t go to the prom, either. ❜

❛ better? ❜

❛ what’s wrong? ❜

❛ sometimes i have a problem with my temper. ❜

❛ how did you know where...? ❜

❛ what are you doing? ❜

❛ not allowing myself to be alone tonight. ❜

❛ i don’t think i could restrain myself if i ran into your other friends again. ❜

❛ late much? ❜

❛ she’s been holding out on me. ❜

❛ i got lost. ❜

❛ would it be all right if i joined you? ❜

❛ holy crap but he’s hot! ❜

❛ we already ate while we were waiting, sorry. ❜

❛ shut up! ❜

❛ i think you should eat something. ❜

❛ she probably wants him to herself. who wouldn’t? ❜

❛ honestly, i’m not hungry. ❜

❛ my, oh my. ❜

❛ i bet his jacket cost more than my last paycheck. ❜

❛ maybe i’ll write my number on his plate with marinara. ❜

❛ you really shouldn’t do that to people. it’s hardly fair. ❜

❛ you have to know the effect you have on people. ❜

❛ you haven’t noticed? ❜

❛ do you think everybody gets their way so easily? ❜

❛ how are you feeling? ❜

❛ i’ve always been very good at repressing unpleasant things. ❜

❛ i’m not going into shock. ❜

❛ i feel very safe with you. ❜

❛ there are conditions? ❜

❛ i don’t know if i have a choice anymore. ❜

❛ i thought you were always right. ❜

❛ and you put yourself into that category? ❜

❛ it’s harder than it should be - keeping track of you. ❜

❛ are you ready to go home? ❜

❛ i’m ready to leave. ❜

[stelacole]

psd coloring : 𝐏𝐒𝐃 𝟐𝟓𝟕 : 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

a free psd coloring for my tip jar/subscribers i made & spend my time on on my deviantart !  feel free to adjust layers if you want to. just keep the credit to me still ! it might not work on all colors the same. this psd coloring comes with some adjustments !

PRICE : none. only for my tip jar/subscribers ( if you don’t have deviantart or don’t want to subscribe to the tip jar, /hmu and i can send you my ko-fi you can donate on and ill send you the psd after it !

[wastheheart]

A study in immortality, love, forged family and motherhood. the constant changing of womanhood throughout the eras and what it means to be the matriarch.

independent, selective esme cullen from twilight. anti-meyer & heavily headcanon based

-> carrd.

loved by lychee (she/they) | 25+ | minors dni, personals do not reblog.

PSD is Candygram by Kittenkaiju on Deviant Art

[jeandejard3n]

Twilight: Edward's Room

[hiddenwashington]

@mastcrmiind said: Was that [D'PHARAOH WOON-A-TAI]? Oh no no, that was just [JACOB BLACK], a/an [CANON CHARACTER] from [TWILIGHT]. They are [TWENTY FOUR] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE NOT] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.{ooc: sammy}

accepted! welcome to washington d.c. jacob black [d'pharaoh woon-a-tai]! please send in your account within 24 hours! please be sure to take a look at the checklist now that you've arrived! we look forward to seeing you around the city!