#Twilightadvent22

[palmofafreezinghand]

“Carlisle,” Esme murmured, fingers running through his hair. He hummed in acknowledgment into her chest. “I love you but -” 

“Shh,” he tried to put a finger over her mouth but refused to lift his head so ended up shushing her forehead. 

“I was reading before we… and I’m not complaining because I much preferred you over reading but now that we’re done, I did, uhm, leave off at a critical plot point.” 

“Are you telling me to leave so you can get back to reading?” She could feel his frown against her chest. 

“No! No. I need you to get my book. I can’t reach.” 

She had been trying to reach the discarded mass market paperback without disturbing him for the past ten minutes, convinced she was Sisyphus it remained just two inches out of reach. 

He finally looked up at her. “If I give you the book we can stay like this?” 

“For as long as you want,” Esme smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He sighed but still leaned down and grabbed her book. 

He looked it over as he passed it to her, his eyebrow quirked at the cover. “A Quick Bite?” He questioned, that dumb boyish smirk she saw far not enough on his face at the what he would consider salacious cover. She refrained from pointing out that for someone who enjoyed making fun on her fondness of romance novels he sure did not complain when he reaped the benefits. 

“Shush,” she admonished, grabbing the book out of his hands with feigned annoyance. 

“I didn’t know you had such a type, Mrs. Cullen,” he laughed, resting his head back on her sternum, arms squeezing around her.

twilight advent calendar day 4: tell us/draw a couple's favorite way to snuggle. (prompts here).

#twilightadvent22 #really don't like this but whatever here we go #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #my art #my stories

[gisellelx]

Twilight Advent, Day 6

Masterpost/prompts

Dec. 6 - Which modern medical treatment is Carlisle especially thankful for?

"And Then Run"

(~1,000 words)

It was an incredible machine, he had to admit.

Medicine seemed to be changing faster than either of them could manage to keep up with these days. It had been over a decade since Edward had gone to medical school for the first time; mostly to get out of the now too-full house after the newness of his zany, tiny, prophetic sister and her taciturn husband had worn off. He had learned there about cardiopulmonary bypass; had the experience of watching one safely from the gallery. Even if he had still been human, he could imagine that the rhythm of the metallic clacking of drum against metal would be a sound he would remember forever; alongside it the gentle whir of the fluid that was supposed to be the one thing he could never resist and yet which became simple to ignore as he engrossed himself in his own fascination with the way it spun around. Edward had come to the hospital the way he often did, a question on his mind he didn't want anyone else in the family to overhear. Carlisle, who'd scented him from across the floor, had called him to his side. And so they were both standing here now, before this machine which was an order of magnitude more terrifying and more fascinating than any bypass Edward had ever seen before. The boy—the paperwork on the end of the isolette said he was a boy—before them would've fit in Edward's palms. A balled up fist, too tiny to fit around Edward's thumb, rested near his head, immobilized so as not to interfere with the grotesque maze of tubes protruding from the tiny mouth and the cannulas beneath the skin next to a sternum which was mere inches long. Carlisle, as one of the hospital's cardiothoracic attendings, had come here to take notes, but according to the memories at the tip of his thinking, he had been standing here for a good fifteen minutes. Watching. Thinking. About...something he wasn't quite willing to make clear. As his father danced the delicate dance of trying to think in a way that shut Edward out, the strain of that plus whatever he was thinking about was enough that he balled his fist. "Carlisle? What's bothering you?"

The anger and frustration in his father's thoughts made little sense. The infant—born almost three days ago now, according to the tag—was improving hour over hour.

And then suddenly there was a sound Edward had heard only a few times in his life. The sharp intake of breath; a second, ragged inhalation through the nose. Carlisle's hand covering his mouth as his eyes squeezed closed against tears his body would never produce.

Yet somehow he was still managing to evade Edward's gift, the reason for this outburst just out of reach. Not knowing any other way to get the information he needed, Edward went for the hardest punch:

"Dad?" A gulp and then Carlisle met his eyes. The extra thoughts—charting details, mostly—fell away as though they were a shattering pane of glass and at once, the core thought was clear. The diagnosis, at the top of the chart. The sadness of the family, the shock of their baby being wheeled away, but then this miracle machine, attached quickly but carefully, and suddenly numbers going in all the right directions: Sats, up. Heart rate, up. Capillary refill, almost normal. He understood at once. Moving closer to his father, so that their hips were almost touching, Edward stared down again, hard, at the baby underneath the spaghetti mass of medical tubes.

Pulmonary hypoplasia, secondary to diaphragmatic hernia. The diagnosis Carlisle had made, decades later, piecing together details of a handwritten medical chart with what little his wife had told him. Congenital. A birth defect. Not anything she had done. Not what her husband had done to her. Just a fluke of nature, a bad spin of the roulette wheel that was forty-six haploid chromosomes slamming together.

"This machine would have saved him," Edward whispered, and his father nodded slowly. And then he flashed in both their minds. Edward, who knew what the boy's father had looked like, imagining that man, but softened by the more gentle curves of his mother's face; her lighter hair; her smile. In Carlisle's mind, he had always looked very much like Esme, and sometimes, selfishly, a little bit like Carlisle, too. He was a young man, to both of them—broad shoulders, tall, strong.

"Sixty years," Carlisle finally said. "If she had been born just sixty years later...we could have...I could have..." The fist had returned. "But you wouldn't have her," Edward whispered.

For a moment, there was no answer, aloud or in thought, as Carlisle regarded the infant. The machine whirred and beeped, the artificial respirator thudded open, whooshed, and then closed again.

"No," his father said thoughtfully. And Edward could feel that pain; the aching, stretching sadness that rolled over the thoughts as a life was imagined: just the two of them, missing the caramel-haired woman with her smile, her laughter, and her love. There was another gulp, and Carlisle took a step closer to the isolette, and placed a hand on the top of the baby's head. It startled, likely at the coolness of the touch, the tiny fists clenching and the arms seizing inward. "But she would have him." Then Carlisle removed his hand, stepped away, picked up the chart, and made a few notes before beckoning Edward back downstairs. ~||x||~

Historical note: Extracorporeal Membrane Oxygenation (ECMO), an extension of surgical cardiopulmonary bypass, was first used the 1970s on a non-surgical patient. While first used on adults, it quickly began to be used to buy the time neonates needed to recover from respiratory failure. By the mid 1980s, the survival rate for neonatal ECMO treatment of respiratory failure was between 70-90%. Montage Masterpost

#montage #my fic #twilightadvent22 #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #vampires at work #revised on 12/7 #because late night me thinks semicolons and commas are decoration

[jessicanjpa]

Here is your Twilight advent calendar for 2022!

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Instead of candy, here are some tiny, fluffy headcanon prompts for us to enjoy each day throughout December 1–25. Each one is simple enough to answer with a quick headcanon post, but your ficlets, fan art, and moodboards will add some extra sparkle!

You can answer each prompt on its day or schedule your posts ahead of time. The tag is #twilightadvent22

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Dec. 1 - Name five things that make Rosalie smile.

Dec. 2 - What human skills/hobbies has Jasper learned since becoming a Cullen?

Dec. 3 - Tell us about a song Edward has written.

Dec. 4 - Pick a Twilight couple (canon or AU) and tell us/draw their favorite way to snuggle.

Dec. 5 - What's one thing Esme loves about each member of her family?

Dec. 6 - Which modern medical treatment is Carlisle especially thankful for?

Dec. 7 - Tell us about one of Rosalie and Emmett's weddings.

Dec. 8 - Besides baseball, which other vampire-level sport have the Cullens tried out? How do they modify it to be more challenging/fun?

Dec. 9 - What music does Jacob like to listen to while working on cars?

Dec. 10 - Pick two Volturi guards and tell us something nice about their friendship.

Dec. 11 - What did Alice look forward to about joining the Cullens?

Dec. 12 - Tell us some headcanons about a Twilight character you don't usually post about.

Dec. 13- What college major did each one of Bella's human friends choose?

Dec. 14 - Tell us something Bella loves about Edward and something Edward loves about Bella (not mentioned in the saga).

Dec. 15 - Tell us about a Twilight OC you love (your own or someone else's).

Dec. 16 - Which non-Cullen vampire does Emmett like best?

Dec. 17 - How does Sue support Leah and Seth's new reality as shifters? Any changes in their home routine?

Dec. 18 - Tell us how the gathering in Breaking Dawn impacted one of the witnesses that came.

Dec. 19 - What new hobby do you think vampire!Bella will try out?

Dec. 20 - What's a promising new invention or company Alice is investing in this year?

Dec. 21 - Tell us about a Twilight vampire doing something kind for humans (or a specific human).

Dec. 22 - Besides the locket from Bella and the iPod from Edward, what gifts did Renesmee receive for her first Christmas?

Dec. 23 - Pick a Cullen and tell us about their first Christmas with the family.

Dec. 24 - What Christmas/holiday gifts are your favorite Twilight characters receiving this year?

Dec. 25 - Tell us about a happy Christmas/winter memory from childhood that a Twilight character can still remember.

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Bonus for new year's eve! What new year's resolutions are your favorite Twilight characters making?

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#Twilightadvent22 #Fandom event #Can't wait to see what we all come up with! We NEED daily doses of fluff throughout The Stressful Month #Twilight Saga #Prompts #Headcanons #Bella Swan #Bella Cullen #Edward Cullen #Carlisle Cullen #Esme Cullen #Rosalie Hale #Emmett McCarty #Emmett Cullen #Alice Cullen #Jasper Hale #Jasper Whitlock #Renesmee #Jacob Black #Sue Clearwater #Leah Clearwater #Seth Clearwater #Volturi #Nomads #BTW if you want to schedule posts ahead of time and your scheduling feature has been buggy #Go ahead and update the app again--it worked for me just now #Christmas #Advent #December

[yoomiii123]

Twilight Advent - Day 12

Twilight Advent 22, Day 12: Tell us some headcanons about a Twilight character you don't usually post about.

Gifs by @vantrisha

Here are some headcanons I have about Eleazar:

While he was still in the guard, he spent a lot of time with Chelsea, because their gifts were frequently used in combination on missions (Eleazar to identify promising gifts, Chelsea to bind them to the Volturi). However, they didn't get along too well until Afton came around.

While with the Volturi, Eleazar didn't agree with how they conducted their affairs in the South. This is something Jasper and he bonded over decades later.

Aro has kept in touch with Eleazar after he left the Volturi. Their letters have gotten fewer over the years but Eleazar is aware that it is only a matter of time before Aro calls on his services again. And he knows that if this were to happen, he'd have no other choice but to comply.

While Carmen naturally took to acting human around the Denalis human guests, Eleazar struggled with this for a while. And while he has a lot of respect for Carlisle and his lifestyle, he does not deem the 'human charade'-part of it to be desireable.

Out of the Denali clan, he is closest with Tanya. He also became fast friends with Garrett when he joined the coven.

Eleazar also shares a close friendship with Carlisle and Jasper.

He misses Spain (and Europe in general) a lot, however he enjoys the fact that in Alaska, they do not have to live as nocturnal creatures.

He never was much of a dancer before meeting Carmen, but she quickly turned that around. They really enjoy dancing together, especially to spanish and latin rhytms, as this reminds them of home.

Eleazar generally is a rather cautious and prudent character, however Carmen brings out a sunnier side in him. She regularly pulls him out of his comfort zone and he loves her for that.

#twilightadvent22 #eleazar #carmen #the twilight saga #twilight headcanons

[notthetwilightyouremember]

First Dance

The wedding was fast approaching, Rosalie was basically floating around the house, finishing all the last-minute details. I still hadn’t gotten them a wedding present and I was fast running out of time. But what did you get the sister who hated you? Sure, we had had our moments of getting along. But now she had Emmett, those were far and few between. Not that Emmett didn’t try, in fact he often tried too hard, leading us to have explosive arguments.

My fingers paused over the ivory keys of my new piano. I longed to bang my head on the thing, but I didn’t want to break the instrument.

“What’s wrong?” Esme was by my side in an instant.

I let out a long sigh, “still trying to figure out what to get the happy couple.”

“Oh hunny.” Esme placed a hand on my shoulder, giving it a tender squeeze.

I resumed my playing, my hands flowing over the keys, the familiar notes of Esme’s Favourite filling the room.

“Why don’t you compose something for them?” Esme asked softly.

I scoffed. “They would hate that.”

Esme gave me a look. “Rosalie would love to have something special like that in her wedding.”

“How many times has Rosalie threatened to destroy my piano?” I shook my head.

“But has she ever done it?”

“No… But that’s only because she’s afraid to upset you and Carlisle.”

“Or is it because she knows that playing is the only thing that keeps you sane?” Esme countered.

“Rosalie doesn’t think that highly of me, I would know.” I tapped my temple.

Esme frowned, “think about it at least.”

“I will.”

I could never deny Esme anything, especially since I had returned from rough years. I let out another sigh of frustration. Maybe Esme’s idea could work, it took years for Esme’s favourite to be completed. Yet with how happy planning a wedding seemed to make Rosalie, maybe this piece could have years to develop too.

I ran my hands over the keys, focusing on how I felt about Rosalie, how happy she had been since she found Emmett. My hands responding with various keys, although there was no melody. I continued onwards for nearly two hours, before I made any progress. But one melody led to another and within an hour, I had a rough draft. I was reasonably happy with it. Of course, I could hear every single flaw in it, but that was the composer’s burden.

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With the wedding next Saturday, I had finally gotten the piece to a place where I felt comfortable playing it for others. Esme had been the first and offered her usual praise. But the one I was most nervous for was Rosalie, I was sure she was going to hate it. But with more encouragement than strictly necessary from Esme, I prepared myself to go speak to Rosalie.

I took an unneeded breath for confidence, then knocked on her door.

“Yes Edward?” She answered, making no move to open the door.

“Can I speak to you for a moment?” I asked, hating how nervous my voice sounded.

I heard her let out an irritated sound and put her hairbrush down on her vanity. She was by the door less than a second later, she opened it dramatically, sweeping her hand in an exaggerated come in motion. I tried to keep the irritation from my face, stepping into the room, almost immediately choking on the smell of perfume.

Baby, rung her mental voice.

Not wanting to sit on the bed, I hung awkwardly in the middle of the room. Rosalie went back to her vanity, combing her long hair, a human habit she still hadn’t dropped.

I cleared my throat, unsure where to start.

Are you going to stand there all day or get to the point? Her mental voice was as irritated as the look on her face.

I shook my head, “would you accompany to the piano for a moment?”

I guess he wants to show off again, ugh. “Sure, did you have something to show me?” Her voice was kinder than her mental one.

“I wanted to show you something, yes.” My voice shook with nerves. “I truly hope you like it.”

You seem nervous is everything ok?

I ignored her question, running instead to the piano, where I took a seat to wait for her. Rosalie went at a human’s pace, a habit she still employed often, hating our nature almost as much as me. She hovered at the bottom of the stairs, realising for the first time that we were alone. I had requested it, I never wanted Emmett to hear the piece, if she didn’t approve.

“Where is Emmett?” She asked, as she took a seat next to me.

“I requested some alone time with you, to play you this piece, if that’s ok?” I replied softly.

Rosalie was still uncomfortable being left alone with men, but even I could admit, that she had made leaps and bounds since her early days.

“I guess?” Her reply was more of a question than an answer, but I took it as one, none the less.

“They’ll be back within the hour, try not to worry.” I almost reached for her, but thought better of it.

Rosalie nodded, turning her head back towards the keys. Come on then.

With her permission I began to play, focusing so hard on making sure it was perfect, I didn’t hear a word of Rosalie’s inner monologue. When the last key was still ringing through the room, I turned to face her, fearing the worse. But I was wrong. Rosalie turned to me with tears in her eyes, not that they would ever spill and a hand to her mouth.

“That-that was beautiful Edward.” Her voice broke on the first word.

“Really?” I asked.

She nodded, seemingly lost for words. Her mental voice was also quiet, lost in a daydream of her and Emmett dancing to the piece.

“I was hoping to gift you the piece, for the wedding.” I stumbled out, unsure of what to make of her reaction.

“You were?” Her voice was stunned. Thank you, Edward, it’s beautiful. It will make the perfect first dance for us.

It was my turn to be stunned, “the first dance?”

She nodded; her voice still lost to her.

This is why you’re my brother Edward, I know we fight but this, this is beautiful. Thank you so much, I’ll treasure it. Forever.

I barely had time to process her thoughts before her arms wrapped around me in a crushing hug. Now, this was the side of Rosalie I loved.

#meg.txt #twilightadvent22 #the twilight saga #twilight headcanons #ficlet #my writing #edward cullen #rosalie hale

[trantrumsfromthevoid]

Okay you've got me curious, what went wrong at Rosalie and Emmett's "flop" wedding?

Picture it: England, January 1991.

After Jasper's latest unfortunate "slip up," he causes enough of a ~kerfluffle~ in Forks that the family decides it's best to leave for a while. Because it's all been rather unexpected (even Alice had fuzzy details at best; simply knowing they'd have to move "soon"), they decide to return to Carlisle's hometown of London, England. It's in the dead of winter: it'll be cold, dreary, snowy, and dark. So they'll be safe ... or so they believe.

Rosalie, believing now to be the perfect opportunity to cheer everyone up, decides she and Emmett will have a "small, casual" wedding next month. Rosalie (along with Alice and Esme) prep as best they can and are able to find a "cute, old chapel" two weeks from now. Meanwhile, everything else appears to go smoothly. Despite it being the dead of winter, Rosalie believes this wedding will be the best one yet. Alice begins to receive visions of a puzzling and mysterious nature but decides to reveal them only to Carlisle (and, obviously, Edward) so as to keep everyone's spirits high.

It's the day of Rosalie's umpteenth wedding; her first in eight years. Everyone arrives at the chapel only to be greeted to an empty chapel. Well, except for one very old (and extremely confused, according to Edward) woman. This woman appears to be at least ninety and, because of her muddled mind, Edward isn't sure where she belongs. But, she's not bothering anyone and is quietly muttering the rosary to herself in a corner. Everyone hopes she'll leave before the ceremony begins.

The priest arrives about fifteen minutes later, again appearing a little rushed and flustered. Edward picks up from the priest's mind that his previous engagement didn't go quite so well and he's a little frazzled. Again, Edward decides to keep this information to himself so as to not dampen everyone's moods. The priest walks over to Emmett and introduces himself, asking if Emmett is nervous for today. Emmett, the priest, and Carlisle commence with the small talk while the others make ready the chapel.

Suddenly Alice gasps loudly. Everyone looks to her and she points to a window as beautiful, bright rays of sunshine begin streaming into the chapel. It appears today, shockingly, will be a beautiful day: full of sunshine and warmth in the middle of this English winter. No one knows what to do as the rays of the sun begin to make the Cullen's sparkle. The old woman in the corner ceases muttering the rosary and begins shouting "The devil is here! The devil is here! The end is neigh!" at the Cullen's. She attempts to beat Esme (who's standing closest to her) with her cane while continuing to shout about the approaching apocalypse and how she believes the Cullen's are possessed.

The priest tries to calmly reassure everyone that "Matthew and Cynthia" can still have a beautiful wedding while wondering why "Matthew" and "Cynthia" (aka Emmett and Rosalie, whom the priest has confused with his next wedding) are sparkling. All of this, according to Edward who's reading the priest's thoughts and will tell his family later. With little other choice, the Cullen's decide to, literally, run out of the chapel and into the corresponding woods, where they'll hide until nightfall. The priest attempts to look for his clients (Matthew and Cynthia) but after about ten minutes gives up. The confused old woman can still be heard from inside the chapel continuing to shout "The end is nigh!" until the priest calms her down about fifteen minutes later.

Once it's pitch black, the Cullen's return to their rented home and decide it's best to leave England as soon as possible and visit their "Denali cousins" for a while.

#twilightadvent22 #rosalie hale #emmett cullen #twilight #the twilight saga #headcanons #jessicanjpa #answered ask #day 7

[edwardsmate4ever]

Twilight Advent Calendar Prompts

Dec. 13- What college major did each one of Bella's human friends choose?

Jessica - Public Relations - I figure she's able to get along with pretty much anyone and can put on a great fake face -- only Edward knows her vitrolic thoughts. She's good with people.

Angela - Occupational Therapist - she loves making a difference in kids' lives and is so patient and sweet with her clients.

Mike - Sports Medicine - also good with people, very friendly, I think he's be great at soothing an athlete while doing physical therapy.

Eric - Film - I see him loving movies and wanting to work behind the scenes, maybe editing or sound mixing.

Lauren - Meteorology - she always wanted to be the pretty weathergirl on the local news, but quickly dropped out when she realized she had to know science and stuff.

Tyler - he works at Pump 'N Save, boy's dumb as rocks, sorry.

Ben - Scientist - he's smart and studious and I just see him in a lab with a microscope.

#twilightadvent22 #bella's friends #twilight humans #jessica stanley #angela weber #mike newton #eric yorkie #tyler crowley #ben cheney #lauren mallory

[snowycabinfever]

Dec. 8 - Besides baseball, which other vampire-level sport have the Cullens tried out? How do they modify it to be more challenging/fun?

HOCKEY 🏒 🥅

Definitely hockey. Their location is ideal in Forks and I would imagine most if not all of their locations throughout life have a pretty solid winter season. It's competitive and physical. Emmett and Rosalie would thrive, Alice and Jasper would be all about finesse. Carlisle and Edward would be the smartest players on the ice. Esme and Bella would just have a lot of fun with it, and Esme would keep an eye out to make sure they weren't cheating.

So all in all, it's cold. They could play at night if need be. There's no waiting around for thunderstorms, although they could have some big collisions. So yeah, definitely hockey.

#twilightadvent22 #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #edward cullen #bella swan #bella cullen #emmett cullen #rosalie cullen #alice cullen #jasper hale #Carlisle x Esme #edward x bella #emmett x rosalie #alice x jasper

[acewardcullen]

Twilight Advent December 4- Pick a twilight couple and tell us their favorite way to snuggle

Emmett and Rosalie - their favorite is when Emmett is the little spoon. They don't do it all the time but that's part of the enjoyment.

Bonus: Alice saw them a vision once and now Jasper gets to be little spoon sometimes too. Deep down he loves it but only Alice knows that

#lol i was thinking about this prompt a few days ago a #and was 'oh who would most like by a fireplace or something' #but then i was struck by this so here you go #rosalie x emmett #alice x jasper #the big strong men need to be held sometimes too you know #it's Rose's favorite because it's Emmett's favorite and Emmett is her favorite #twilightadvent22

[stardustandtwilight]

@jessicanjpa Day 8: Besides baseball, which other vampire-level sport have the Cullens tried out? How do they modify it to be more challenging/fun?

There was a time when all their sports had gotten a little stagnant. Then in the late 80s/early 90s, Emmett started reading Calvin and Hobbes and he got a brilliant idea:

They should play Calvinball

(Calvinball is a made up game that Calvin and Hobbes play that uses a variety of equipment from other sports and the only rule is that you can't play it the same way twice. It's a running gag that they're always playing the game with ridiculous rules. Here's an example strip:

Surprisingly, Esme was the one that was most enthusiastic about the game. Rosalie was down for it because the idea was so Emmett. Edward, Jasper, and Carlisle struggled at first because of the lack of structure, but they eventually got the hang of it. Now they play it at least once a year. Emmett and Jasper still talk about the time they made Edward drink fish blood to get out of a penalty box.

#twilightadvent22 #twilight

[turbulenceseverywhere]

Twilight Advent Calendar 2022 (prompts by @jessicanjpa) ♥

Dec. 2 -  What human skills/hobbies has Jasper learned since becoming a Cullen?

~ At some point Alice dragged Jasper along to a tap dance class and he mastered it instantly. One one of their anniversaries Alice got him his very own Cowboy tap shoes designed by herself.

~ Obviously he knew how to shoot before he joined them, but since Renameme came into existence he made it his new hobby to win the 1st price on every shooting gallery they can find so she gets alot of giant teddy bears.

#twilightadvent22 #jasper hale

[gisellelx]

Twilight Advent Day 5

Masterpost/prompts

Dec. 5 - What's one thing Esme loves about each member of her family? (went to town here a bit. ~500 words)

There's a line in Ithaca which is one of those moments when you've written something as an author that absolutely captures what you see as the essence of the character? That one. And that line goes like this, from Carlisle: "Edward had a very special place in my heart. But I knew that each of us occupied the same place in Esme's heart--all of it."

She loves everything about every one of her family members. She loves when they are angry. She loves when they are silly. She loves the way her children fight, and the way her husband is stubborn, and she loves the peace and quiet and the noise. There's no "not love" switch for Esme. So here is a list of things she finds particularly special, in descending order of joining the family.

She loves Jake's sunniness. He reminds her of Edward, but stripped of Edward's broodiness, as Edward might have been had he grown as a human.

She loves wondering about the world with Renesmee. Renesmee has gotten to grow, and to explore, and to see so many things for the first time. Seeing her do all those things let Esme see through a new light, also.

Bella is her fellow optimist. Everyone else in the family to some degree or other, is always waiting for the other shoe to drop, sometimes a whole shelf full of them. Bella is the other person she can count on to go, "Yeah, I think it's going to be fine, in the end."

Jasper's meticulousness gives her a great deal of peace. He is careful about everything and easy to trust. He is also running away the best listener in the family.

Alice is completely unpredictable and that reminds Esme not to take things too seriously--Carlisle is a planner and very methodical; Alice's spontaneity is breath of chaotic good.

Because of his happiness with his life, Emmett is the child who most gives her back her motherhood. She has deeply maternal feelings for all her children and her grandchild, but Emmett is the one who uncomplicatedly returns them, always and without complaint or tantrum. She admires and loves Rosalie for her forthrightness and tenacity. She is so proud of having such a strong daughter, and loves all that she learns from her. (And sometimes Rose is a little sharp about Carlisle in ways that Esme agrees with but would never state.) Edward's purity of heart is the thing she loves most and most drives her up the wall. He doggedly pursues whatever he thinks is right, even when he's completely wrong, and that's infuriatingly admirable. Carlisle has the same fatal flaw as Edward and she loves that about him, too. In addition to that, she loves his sense of humor. In public, and even in front of their children to some extent, he is buttoned up and careful. Alone with her, he is bawdy and suggestive and wickedly dark and those private moments when he is sharing with her something he'd never let anyone else hear him say aloud are her favorite times.

#needed to think about this one a bit #and I was tired last night #twilightadvent22 #esme cullen #my headcanons

[jessicanjpa]

Twilight Advent Calendar 2022 event

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Dec. 5 prompt: What's one thing Esme loves about each member of her family?

Carlisle- the fact that he sees her. She adores his vulnerability, his integrity, his stubborn determination to see the best in people, the way his hair stands on end after a day in a surgical cap, and a million other things. But at the end of the day it's the fact he sees her for who she is and wants her to be who she is. Loves who she is.

Edward- his gentleness. It's a little paternalistic at times, but she mother-smothers him at times, so there's a balance. She's seen him face the darkest part of himself and come out of it a better person. He came back, of his own free will, to be gentle again.

Rosalie- the boldness with which she carries her intelligence. Esme is as brilliant as the next vampire, but she's generally drawn to the arts and lots of traditionally feminine pastimes. She is fiercely proud of her mechanic. Her astrophysics major. Her med student. Her engineer. She admires Rosalie's cleverness in arguments and her tenacity in demanding what she needs. There's a small, timid part of her that lives vicariously through Rosalie in this way.

Emmett- his energy. The house just came alive when he joined the family, and not a day goes by that Esme isn't grateful for it. Every time he crashes his way down the stairs or sings (badly) in the shower or endangers her antiques with his antics, she loves him even more.

Alice- the freshness of her outlook. Even on the best days, there's always an element of staleness to being a Cullen. Alice has the ability to get excited about an event that's coming up even if it's something they've done twelve times before. She can always find some new angle for her enthusiasm and/or find a new way to spruce up something that would otherwise be tedious.

Jasper- his determination. Esme sees how hard their way of life is for him: his difficult withdrawal from human blood in the early years, the temptation of being around humans for hours at school, the crowding of noise and emotion in their home. The physical pain and agitation of his thirst as he pushes himself to go longer between hunts. The uphill climb every time he has an accident or spends too much time away from humans. His struggle is made even more difficult by the fact that his motivation (in the moment) isn't stellar. But he keeps on keeping on, and it's not just about giving Alice the life she wants anymore. He's found something—for himself—that he's determined to keep.

Bella- her quiet contentment. Esme finds Bella very restful to be around because of her easy, comfortable presence. So often the Cullen kiddos (and teenage vampires in general) have one of three moods: broody, super energized, or agitated, and there's often no middle ground. Bella is a nice exception to the rule. Esme often finds Bella just wrapped up in a blanket by the fire, reading a beloved novel for hours on end without a care in the world.

Renesmee- her openness to new ideas and easy acceptance of others. She moves easily among vampires and werewolves and humans, gold eyes and red eyes, rich humanoid vampires and wary nomads, etc. This flexibility is partially due to her unusual childhood, but she also lacks the tendency toward stagnation that plagues full vampires—it's easier for her to change and learn and accept new things.

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Twilight Advent 22, Day 4: Pick a Twilight couple (canon or AU) and tell us/draw their favorite way to snuggle.

Obviously, I have to do Alice and Jasper (it's become less of a choice and more of an obsession lately, but I'm not complaining):

ALICE loves to join Jasper on their bed when he's reading on their bed. She'll dive under his left arm and place her head on his chest, resting on her side and looking up at his face. She then draws her legs to her chest and curls herself up, resuming the position she was in when she woke, the position she's always felt most protected and comfortable in. Alice has no issues spending hours like this, switching between watching Jasper's expression change as his story progresses and seeing what their future holds in store. Jasper wasn't entirely comfortable with her doing this at the beginning because with her head resting on his chest like that, she had a full view of the most mangled part of his neck.

Jasper didn't enjoy her doing this at the beginning because it always ended with dark clouds showing up at the edge of her emotional canvas. With her head resting on his chest like that, Alice had a full view of the most mangled part of his neck and that frequently led to her thoughts wandering. She imagined how he might have gotten those scars and despaired over how close she'd come to losing him before they even met. However, as their years together progressed, these musings got rarer and rarer, and Jasper eventually started to enjoy her presence as he read.

JASPER isn't a big snuggler per se, but he'll frequently put his head into Alice's lap when they're alone. It doesn't matter if she's sitting or laying, the thing he enjoys about it is when her fingers start running through his hair, occasionally brushing his scalp and sending small bursts of her undiluted emotions into his body. It reminds him of the day they met (you can read all about why in Chapter 2 of Recollections) and the way his mother used to put him to sleep when he was a child. Alice running her hands through his hair never fails to take his thoughts off whatever is bothering him and it calms him down.

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[notthetwilightyouremember]

The Things We Build

Twilight Advent 22, Day 2: What human skills/hobbies has Jasper learned since becoming a Cullen? Number of words: 995 Trigger Warning: None Rating: PC

I had struggled when I first joined the Cullen’s, their peaceful way utterly foreign to the wars that I was used to. The quiet was almost too much to bear, my ears used to the clashing of bodies and the metallic sound that rang through the air as they were torn apart. We had moved a lot in the first decade, my slip ups forcing us to abandon many homes, just when we had settled in. It had gotten so bad, that Carlisle had to send me away, the Denali’s had been happy to host me. The isolation had helped some, but I could tell Alice missed the family she had seen for so long. My determination had increased tenfold, I never wanted to rip Alice away from them again. Luckily, we had stayed with them for less than a year.

We had been welcomed home with open arms, it was strange to think of a place as home, the Cullen’s as my family rather than my coven. But they had slowly worked their way to have a place in my heart.

Esme had been one of my biggest supporters, her ability to love endless, when she got over her fear of me at least. It was her, who had asked me what hobbies I wanted to pick up. Something about making use of my time as an immortal and learning to enjoy life again. I had floated between hobbies for many years after that, reading and chess, dominating my time.

A decade had passed before we were moving to a new home, Esme had left early to renovate it and surprisingly had invited me to join her. I hadn’t known what to think of the request at the time, but Alice had pushed me to go, a secret smile on her face. Esme had offered me the job of deconstructing a few walls she wanted gone, but I found no joy in the action, these hands had already caused too much destruction. Emmett had found immense joy in using his strength to knock through walls, making a game out of it. Trying to take the most amount of wall he could in one action.

Yet when Esme had offered to show me how to restore the wood of the porch, I found myself eagerly agreeing, despite having no interest in carpentry. Emmett had left us, after completing his job, having no interest in the rest of the process. Esme slowed down without his infectious energy, moving at a human’s pace. She explained that there was a simple joy in taking your time to create something, that it almost felt like cheating to use our speed and strength to complete the job, when I had asked.

So that’s how I found myself gently sanding the boards of our new wrap around porch, each stroke painfully slow. But somehow in the company of Esme, who quietly sang or hummed to herself, I didn’t mind. The emotional climate I felt coming from her, was a content peacefulness. Something that had been sorely missing from my previous life. I basked in them, greedily soaking myself in it.

It had taken us six months to finish the house, but those quiet days restoring the house with Esme had quickly become some of my favourite memories. Well memories that didn’t contain Alice anyway. The experience had bonded us in a way that I hadn’t really had with the rest of the Cullen’s, except maybe Rosalie. It led to an interest in carpentry, mine and Alice’s room rapidly filling with various statues and ornaments, I had made. My interest quickly expanded into furniture, which with Esme’s approval and guidance, meant that several of my pieces adorned our new home.

Soon I was spending most of my time creating furniture, the local charities in the area, gladly accepting anything I had to offer them. It felt good to be creating and giving back to the community. Slowly but surely, I saw my hands as tools to create not destroy. It was that day that I felt another shackle of my previous life leave me.

My thirst still wasn’t at a level any of us was happy with, but I no longer felt like a monster. I had moments of self-doubt and crippling fear of what I was, but Alice was there for me, every single time. My own personal sun that pushed away any grey clouds that littered my sky. But she was so much more than that, she was my everything, as I was hers. A monster could never deserve Alice nor love as deeply and completely as us. It didn’t erase the monster I was in the past, but I no longer wallowed in self-pity.

I finally understood why Edward played piano, the joy of creating something, was unmatched. Finally seeing a vision come to fruition. Over time, my pieces became more detailed, I spent weeks craving small details. Whether it be in the legs of chairs, the corners of a coffee table or the hair on a statue. I found fun in the minutia, my enhanced eyes allowing me to create detail that could rival the masters.

But nothing was more calming than sitting with a piece of wood, slowly whittling it away to form a shape, then chiselling in the details. I could lose myself in the creative process, switch off until I had decompressed. I would never admit it, but Esme was right about creating at a human pace, it added another layer to the joy. One I wasn’t sure I would ever find the words to describe.

Now every house was littered with Jasper Whitlock originals, proudly on display. But my favourite part of moving, quickly became the time I spent with Esme, before the rest of us moved in. Working away in the summer sun, to restore a home for our family.           

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[trantrumsfromthevoid]

Twilight Advent ‘22

Day 1 (12.1.22) - “Name five things that make Rosalie smile.”

I’m going to avoid the (very typical?) answer of “Emmett” and try to rephrase the question as: “Outside of Emmett, what things make Rosalie smile?”

Number one: I think the first would probably have to be her ~engineering~ knowledge. I can see her, in her ample spare time, being the mechanic of the family. Got engine troubles? Rosalie can fix it. A/C on the fritz? Rosalie’s already working on it. When they need to decide on (for example) a new fridge even though they don’t need one, Rosalie has at least eight choices she’s researched thoroughly and has a PowerPoint presentation of all the pros and cons of why this brand of fridge is the best and why they should avoid that brand, etc. And you better believe she calls a family meeting for these types of decisions. And, honestly, everyone shows up. I think she’s really empowered by the praise she gets from the family for her practical knowledge of, like, “Oh, Rosalie knows how to restart the wifi” (or whatever). As well as Rosalie knowing that she alone is able to take care of herself and provide for the ones she loves.

Number two: I’ve always had this headcanon that Rosalie makes at least one human friend during the school year. It’s someone (usually a girl, but not always) who’s overlooked, treated badly by the “cool kids”, and/or just someone who Rosalie “senses” might have a difficult home life and befriends. Having the “Popular/Beautiful Girl Rosalie Hale” as their friend always subtly helps their self-esteem and kinda changes the way they look at themselves. After graduating they keep in touch, sending each other letters throughout the years and that sorta thing. Rosalie is also a great pen pal and is the one who keeps the friendships afloat years later. I’d like to think that Rosalie is still friends with the girl she met in high school in 1968, you know? Obviously she’d have to photo shop pictures and she always finds a clever way to avoid the subject of “real life” meet ups, but she’s always good about sending letters and even Christmas/holiday presents. I’ve always thought that there’s at least one or two of Rosalie’s high school friends at her weddings.

Number three: Rosalie and Esme go on vacations, just the two of them, once a year. They don’t go to Isle Esme but it’s always something Rosalie looks forward to because it’s a chance for the mother/daughter facade to fade away and they simply have a “girls weekend” together. They talk about their husbands, their hopes and dreams, their plans for the future; the things they wish could change, and even what makes them sad. They simply spend time together as two women who’ve known each other for a long time. They usually go to a small town stateside and it’s never longer than five days. They rent a simple room at a mom and pop bed and breakfast, maybe spend a day shopping; it’s all very casual and no frills (because she knows “no frills” will make Esme happy and Rosalie tries to be accommodating - at least once a year). But Rosalie absolutely loves the one-on-one time she’s able to spend with Esme. 

Number four: I think Rosalie is secretly out in the world putting out patents for various technological things. Like, she’s writing (anonymous, of course) journal articles about the latest and greatest technology in the hopes some plucky astrophysicist student will use it in their research. I fully believe that, at the end of the day, Rosalie really does wanna help people and the “mean girl” part of Rosalie only goes so far. And the way Rosalie can help people from afar is by drawing up ideas that’ll help advance technology and make people’s lives a little easier. Hearing that so-and-so used some of her research to create the latest ~whatever~ really does bring a smile to Rosalie’s face. 

Number five: I mean, it’s not Rosalie if I didn’t bring up a wedding so here we go. I think Rosalie really does love the planning side of weddings. Aside from knowing that she’s going to (re)marry the love of her life, I think she really just goes all out as far as wedding themes and planning. She researches everything, has charts out the wazoo, reserves the “perfect” venue like five years in advance, and really finds comfort in knowing that her wedding will be perfect and that she did it by herself. Sometimes with Emmett’s input, but it’s mostly a Rosalie thing.

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