Preface 1
Introductions
Forks High School- A Living Hell
Offended and Again
Acceptance and Headaches
Meeting the Doctor
Well, That Went Well
La Push and Port Angeles
Warrior
An Attack and a Kiss
Date Night
Meeting the Family. Oh and of course- We make some Lovely Enemies
I Get into Awkward Confrontations with Strangers and I Make a Stupid Decision
I Decide to Be an Idiot. Oh Wait-
Epilogue: This is Not the Beginning
Preface 2
September
January
What Great Fun
Scars, Tattoos, and Fainting. Not Quite in That Order
That's a Fucking Tragedy Sweetheart
Volterra and Volturi
Fights, Apologies, and Deals
Preface 3
Family Loyalty vs Secrets
The Visit and More Secrets-Not Mine This Time
Victoria Tries Killing Me With a Soccer Ball
Carlisle Vs. Lord
The Council Meeting
What Do you Mean the Wedding is Still Going On?
Honeymoon
Graduation Party
Training
The Fight, the Volturi, and the Telekinetic. Oh my!
Preface 4
Bella's Wedding and My Funeral
Gonna Give All My Secrets Aw-a-ay
Jacob's Declaration
Betrayal Hurts like a Bitch. Think I'd Be Used to it By Now
A Night of Imprinting
Bella's Transformation and My Children Hate My Thoughts
Stupidity and Love Are the Same Thing
Charlie
Honeymoon 2
Fantastic. We're so Screwed
We Get Some Help
Alistair Leaves, Christmas Comes, and We Throw the Biggest Party Ever
Niklaus Scares us Shitless
Epilogue Again
Vlad: I~ your father demand you to stop growinggg. You must be small foreveerrrr
Vlad: Thank god's we finished your room, you are such a fussy little baby, I would hate to share my coffin with you
Zaron: The rate she is growing is alarming... Do you think...
Vlad: She's a fangborn, half elf, half vampire, but that vampire side of her is more dominant, and we age faster than humans and elves.
Zaron: That is... a bit heartbreaking... how long will she reach teenage years?
Vlad: She will look 15 with in 7 years.
Zaron: Soooo she's not being courted till she's a full adult then.
Vlad: I think I can agree to that.
Vlad: Good evening my sweet, sleep well?
Melisande: Yes... Vlad?
Vlad: Yes, my sweet?
Melisande: I want to try again.
Vlad: Mel...
Vlad: Are you sure? Melisande you are human, even with your witch powers. Even with that bracelet I gave you, I'm still worried about you, are sure?
Vampires would be AWESOME parents- as long as their, y'know, accepting and loving. Good parent qualities.
They don't need to sleep, or eat (other than drinking blood ofc, and most vampires can eat human food when they want to)
So when they have children who are rambunctious and babies who don't sleep, sure being burnt out is a thing that could happen, but they wouldn't really run out of energy to care for and love their kids.
Plus most vampires are , rich. And can provide for their children's needs.
So, uh, overall, yeah. I think vampires would be really good parents.
louis mon cher the children on the cables are pronouncing me ‘cancelled’ i do not know what this means. je déteste this abhorrent phrase, i have never cancelled a concert, much less postponed, dieu nous en garde. they say i am ‘problematique’ and that my shows are unsafe for visitation. je ne sais pas this century will never cease to confuse me. louis they are blocking me. louis they are leaving me vile comments hiding behind the infernal animated cartoon faces they wear as masks. oui the ones with the women with brightly colored hair and large breasts. breasts do not function in this manner louis it is simply gravitationally impossible this is nothing more than a masquerade of vagabonds. je vais pleurer we must kill them all.
Pack dynamics for domestic urban fantasy werewolves:
● They're never exclusively werewolves. Werewolves have a habit of aggressively adopting everyone they are fond of and when you've won the trust and affection of one, the rest come along in a package deal.
● They're territorial in the protective sense. No trouble in our neighborhood. No hunger in our houses. No fear on our streets.
● They hold grudges. Shopkeeper overcharged one of the pack members in their store? None of them will shop there again. Restaurant owner yelled at one the cubs who got a job there washing up? They've just lost all their hungriest diners.
● Young werewolves think the word "pack" is way too old fashioned and prefer words like crowd, crew, fam, and swarm. ("Honestly, honey, swarm? What are we, pigeons?")
● They're nosy. The upside is no one with a werewolf pack to back them up will ever be left to fend for themselves. The downside is that everyone is always sticking their hairy noses in.
● They vary greatly in size. In some places, especially more rural ones, it's not uncommon to find entire villages that are basically one pack. In other places they might only have a dozen members, scattered about. And many packs start with a set of two or three going somewhere new to build a life and a community.
What if, like love evil Dick in DC Vampires, more power to him, but like, imagine for a second...
Bruce, after finding out one of his kids is the self-proclaimed Vampire King, just holds up his hand, gathers up said kids into a room and just-
"I am not mad-" Several exchange looks that are half alarmed and half guilty, seeing as they're unsure why they've been gathered up at this moment. "-nor am I disappointed."
Bruce, fully channeling dad mode, "But what did we agree on for world domination plans?" (Somewhere a snooping hero chokes)
"Not to do it when you're on world so you don't have to at least attempt to stop us?"
"Exactly. Now, which one of you broke the rule and now has new medical information you didn't inform Alfred of...?"
Love doesn't discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
And we keep loving anyway
We laugh and we cry and we break
And we make our mistakes
And if there's a reason I'm still alive
When everyone around me has died
Then I'm willing to wait for it
I'm willing to wait for it
-Aaron Burr; Hamilton
Vlad: I'm sorry for what you had to go through, Mel.
Melisande: I'm sorry too, I know you're hurting too.
Vlad: A lucky demon I am to have a sweet girl like you by my side.
Melisande: This is no ordinary bracelet, huh?
Vlad: Correct, this will help us to make sure next time we won't lose the next one. We will have to take extra steps and care, not only will the baby's life will be in danger but yours, my Sun. And I can't risk anything happening to you.
Melisande: I love it, thank you, Vlad.
Vlad:How are you feeling, my Moon.
Willow: Mm, already tired, I'd be more worried about Zaron, he looks like he's about ready to have the baby any minute now.
Vlad: I will check on him right now.
Vlad: How is my Star feeling?
Zaron: I can't wait to get this kid out of me, I'm tired of being pregnant.
Vlad: Have you thought of any names? Perhaps Vladislaus?
Zaron: Nice try, but we're being blessed with a little girl.
Vlad: Ah my Star will be blessing this house with a little girl, does she have a name?
Zaron: Rania...
Thinking about Astarion having to deal with his reclaimed mortality once the initial euphoria of it is wearing off:
When he’s startled from sleep, woken by his own racing heartbeat.
Him jumping at the movement in the corner of his eye, only to find it’s just his own reflection staring right back at him, puzzled, before he watches his cheeks redden with embarrassment.
The sun slowly losing its appeal as time goes on because Astarion keeps getting nasty sunburns after days spent outside, trying to make up for centuries confined to darkness. Whenever he comes home with itching skin and drenched in sweat, he finds himself almost missing hiding in the shadows.
The odd sensation of feeling more and less at the same time: while some of his senses are now dulled to better suit mortality, others feel heightened to the point of sensory overload—a gust of wind feels like fire licking at his skin and he gets so very anxious whenever he loses Tav in the crowd, unable to distinguish them by the once divine scent of their blood any longer.
Since he has a reliant supply of his own blood pumping through his veins now, he’s feeling aroused so much easier and more often than not at quite inconvenient times. He enjoyed having sex with Tav before, but now that he’s mortal again, he finds that he’s having to overthink intimacy once again—where his desires used to be driven by burning hunger, lust now feels like a pleasant, more natural bodily reaction. Having to seriously consider contraceptive measures, should his partner be able to get pregnant, is also a rather novel experience for him.
Bathing still feels as good as before, at least. But where he spent hours in the bathroom out of pointless vanity then, Astarion now has to wash himself because his body would stink of sweat and, well, life otherwise. It will be years before he openly excuses himself for having to use the bathroom whenever nature calls.
And food—food would be the hardest to adjust to. It takes a lot of trial and error to find something that pleases his virgin taste buds (although he swears there’re some odd pieces of memories flashing in front of his eyes whenever he's snacking on wild strawberries or awfully sweet citron tarts). He ends up acquiring a taste for raw cookie dough, shredded cheese and sardines, eating little else for the next two years or so. To everyone's astonishment, he's gotten food poisoning only once or twice.
Astarion is no stranger to pain or injury, but he’s appalled by how long it takes to recover from the most minor cuts and bruises. It’s a well-kept secret between him and Tav that his first common cold had him convinced he was dying for a fortnight straight.
Crying is much easier now, too.
Ironically, it’s mortality that forces Astarion to strive for more permanent, detail-oriented plans for the future. Now that life is finite, he wants to use the time he has wisely. He might keep travelling the realms until he breathes his last, or settle down, eventually. He might learn a new profession or accumulate some wealth in less honest ways. Maybe, one day, he wants to have a family, heirs to whatever he decides to make his own.
Once Astarion has come to terms with being a mortal elf again, he realises living is not just about a beating heart. Living is about having endless possibilities but limited time. Choices and decisions that lead to only one thing: death.
Now that Astarion is living again, he finally understands that death is just another part of the journey.
Unsolicited Armand thoughts. (book spoilers for The Vampire Lestat)
Especially after re-reading The Vampire Lestat (and finally being able to recall stuff from it), I am just as insatiably curious as anyone else about what actually went down with Armand and Lestat.
But possibly even more than that, I'm desperate to see what happened with Armand and the coven.
During my TVL re-read, I had to put the book down and laugh for like a full five minutes when I found out that Armand just went on a murderous rampage and slaughtered most the coven himself because
Oh, is that so, Armand? Did they? 😂
I love him. I love him so much.
Reading that, maybe more than anything, made me feel like I understood him. I honestly think reason is not the best lens to use to examine Armand's actions. Starting with a kind of chaotic turmoil and working my way from there worked much better for me.
Maybe the show will do something different, but I really hope they keep this bit.