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threebooksoneplot · 7 months

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For some reason when I saw that you were writing the next books in the series I was trying to figure out how you would do new moon with vampire beau and was really excited for some weird left field shit where beau doesn’t think the wolves smell bad or something and Jules still liked him very romeo and Juliet style. This direction makes WAY MORE SENSE for being the actual life and death vibes BUT was there any consideration to try to go full fanfic with vampire!Beau?

tbh, there was not! mostly because of our "we can't write what we want, it has to be plausibly Meyeresque" rule. which exists because the work of 3B1P has always been to close-read and compare those titular 3 books (which are remarkable specifically for their repetition of the same story) and see what we learned. now the work of Season 2/New Moon is applying what we've learned! and it's a lot—about style and voice in writing, about the evolution of smeyer's career, and of course about her specific gender hangups.

in the case of Beau vs. Bella, the comparison has always explicitly been about gender. so giving Beau a completely new plot, while fun, wouldn't have allowed us to do that crucial work of comparison. (plus you're so right that if left to our own deranged devices we would have gone in "weird left field" directions that would make smeyer's hair curl. I can only imagine the resulting bizarre narrative tug-of-war in which vampire!Beau somehow continued to get dramatically whumped within an inch of his life (Shannon) but in an irritatingly cynical black-comedy way (G.) not to mention that, as we're semi-kinda discovering with Dark Noon, creating a story from the ground up takes a lot more time and effort than hitting ctrl+f and changing some names and pronouns!)

also, I can't speak for Shannon here, but if I'm gonna "go full fanfic" (which is an excellent way to put it lol thank you) then I want it to be about characters I actually care about! and as much as I enjoy edythe/beau/julie compared to edbella, they're still not characters I like in that unique fannish way where I wanna write fic about them, yknow? they're not blorbo status. for me, Euphoria And Agony is fun specifically because it's a writing exercise and a parody.

so yeah, for those reasons there was never really any consideration of "going full fanfic." but not because it's not like, a cool fun idea—I would totally read a Life and Death fic sequel along the lines you described if someone else wrote one!!

—G

#literally every episode I resist going Full Fanfic when we do our new snippets #& G's right I would whump the shit outta poor baby beau. i'd make the ballet studio look like a playdate between cranky toddlers—shannon #asks #life and death #euphoria and something #3b1p season 2 #hauntingthemorg #twilight #new moon

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night-unfurls-its-splendour · 11 months

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📚, (because I'm tired I don't have the energy to pop the questions in 😂😂💕😭), 🗓️ and 🗃️!! :D

(Sorry I took so long to answer. Its been a busy long weekend)

📚 What are some books that have influenced your style?

Well I tend to absorb the cadences of whatever I'm reading/ listening to at the moment. So definitely lots of Austen. I do love Jane Eyre but I oddly don't think brontë sticks in my head. I recently listened to North & South by Elizabeth Gaskell, and that very much did influence me. Especially in how to write characters being very very aware of each other and also physical descriptions. The Bloody Chamber, by Angela Carter is something I go back to continually when I feel that I need to re-center my prose. If I feel off about what I'm writing I go back to The Bloody Chamber (Specifically the eponymous short story). Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens has also made its impact, especially when I'm writing about the goings on in the opera house. (Also feel like Erik appreciates how central stalking is to both of the principal romances in that story).

Any story by HP Lovecraft will get me going on detailed descriptions and florid prose. I've also been listening to The Hunchback of Notre Dame, but I can't say that's come through in my writing very much yet. We'll see though...

🗓 How long have you been writing for?

Including my very underdeveloped anime fanfic exploits back in the days of Quizilla? About 12 years, but there's a big gap from about 2013-2021. So only the years I've actively been writing? About 5.

🗃 How many wips/projects are you currently writing?

If we're only counting projects that I've actually written words for? Just two: When the Longing Returns, and the, as yet, still-in-scraps Moonrise, a fic about my Twilight OC, Ada and what she was doing during new moon.

If we're also counting projects I may potentially do at some point in the near(ish) future, then it would be four: the two above, plus two others. One, a poto priest!AU called Walking on Hallowed Ground, and the other a companion piece to What Do You Offer by @sloanedestler about what's happening on Raoul's side of the wall.

I've also been flirting with the idea of an EdBella fic inspired by the song Blue Dress by Depeche Mode, which may or may not involve further use of Bella's scandalous Emmanuel Ungarro prom dress.

So then maybe 5?

#ask box #ask game #writing asks #the phantom of the opera #when the longing returns #twilight oc fic #poto #poto fanfic #poto fanfiction #writing

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howly · 11 months

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Do you have any favorite edbella fics that you would recommend?

ohhhh this is embarrassing....... i haven't really read fanfiction since i was in grade 9, and back then i read it for two reasons: i wanted to see the characters from twilight in a more lighthearted setting, and i wanted e/b to smash lol. so my taste for fanfics is kinda stuck in 2011, and i never branched out much

my humble rec would be the one i mentioned in my tags, edward wallbanger, now published as wallbanger by alice clayton. it's a steamy romcom and it's not a literary masterpiece but i've reread it about 5 times and have a blast every time. i absolutely adore this woman's humor. i own a copy of the published version (in spite of the absolutely atrocious cover that doesn't match the vibe AT ALL 😭) but still have a soft spot for the original fanfic as it includes extra scenes from edward's POV that are super fun and endearing. i still got a pdf of the original so if you wanna check it out, hmu

i also really liked this one shot called five nights which is like... no thoughts, head empty, characters are horny and the writing style mirrors meyer's so well (in a good way) that i feel like it could effortlessly fit in the eclipse canon.

#i really didn't want to write a long ass paragraph about wallbanger sorry i LOVE this story so much #im sorry if i've disappointed you with the recs anon #i was hormone-driven and lonely when i was 15 so i looked for fanfics to fill the void #and never developed my taste for fanfiction plots further after that #i'm sure there are some bomb fanfics out there and several of my mutuals write too #but unfortunately i don't have enough free time to add another hobby to my list and i'm picky af to be fair #asks

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gisellelx · 2 years

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Good evening! Want to do 🥺, 🎶, and 🏆?

Thank you @jessicanjpa! From Fanfic Writers Emoji Asks:

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Ah, I never get tired of Edward and Carlisle being loving toward one another. Platonically, paternally, romantically--I like it in all its incarnations. They have such an interesting, genre-busting, rich relationship, and it's just really fun to write about. Some of my faves are Ch. 3 and Ch. 17. of Ithaca Is Gorges, the scene in "For A Season" where Carlisle first takes Edward home, and the final chapter of "Thirteen Ways of Looking At a Vampire."

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

Not only do I listen to music while I write, I literally do play music on a loop often if it's the right piece. I very rarely listen to lyric music, and do not listen to music because of its lyrics. I'm a concert musician by trade, and music for me is often more about what the tunes themselves evoke . I don't, therefore usually have "playlists" for a fic, but I do have songs I may have listened to a lot while writing it. The entirety of the first draft of "Ordinary Time," (Chapters 1-3) for instance was written to a more recent setting of the hymn "There's a Wideness in God's Mercy". Can't tell you why; the fic is not particularly religious; I was just grooving on it then. The end of Ithaca is Gorges was written to the Bilnd Pilots album "3Rounds and a Sound" (especially the last chapter, which was written to the titular song on a loop).

One Day the Sun Will Rise does have a playlist, which might be in part due to the fact that it's the first novel-length fic I've started in the age of Spotify. Some of the songs on it are "Home" by Phillip Phillips, "River" by Leon Bridges, and "On the Nature of Daylight" by Max Richter. Also "It's Quiet Uptown" from Hamilton for possibly obvious reasons. 🏆 What's your most popular fic?

Still Ithaca Is Gorges by far. It blows my mind that I still wander onto reddit and see people reccing it 13 years after I finished it, which I am so flattered by. I suspect that it's because it is the fic of mine which most has EdBella which otherwise is a relationship I don't write about much. IMO, Stregoni is a lot better, craft-wise, and I hope that One Day will put them both to shame in the category of novel-length fics. But I'm always just happy to have people find something in my writing they enjoy.

#emoji ask #jessicanjpa #fanfiction #twilight fanfiction #writing

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jasperwhitcock · 3 years

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“Once I reached the tree closest to the garage, I tightroped onto a thin branch. Then, cautious as to not break it, I gently pushed down and sprung off, diving like a swimmer seventy feet down, the journal clasped between my outstretched hands until I slid it into my back pocket, mid-dive. The distance was very short, and I landed softly, focusing greatly on doing so in a cautiously tactile way that wouldn’t cannonball me through the building and barreling into the ground. I rolled like a bowling ball to a stop on the vegetative, vine-covered roof in a cluster of silky honeysuckle and tickling lavender wisteria.

Even now all these years later, I felt kind of giddy at the impossible physics of my body’s capability for control, so I couldn’t help but laugh a little. I even laughed a little more thinking again of how my family might see my behavior –– me laughing here in the flowers –– as lunacy in how drastically it differed from the darkness of the personal rain cloud I’d been carrying over me.” –– Equinox, Chapter Six “Open Book”

thank you so so so much to the wonderful, incredibly talented @kellythepitiablefangirl for creating this art for my bella as a vampire / edward as a human au (inspired by this post from @bellasredchevy who i also adore very much). i’m in awe of this & of kelly. she is brilliant and the sweetest and she also encouraged me to donate to mthg, which reminded me to remind y’all to donate too hehe. thank u thank u thank u! ♡

#twilight renaissance #twilight fanfiction #twilight fanfic #twilight #the twilight saga #twilight saga #twilight au #edbella fanfiction #edbella fanfic #edbella #equinoxjw

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edwardsshinyvolvo · 2 years

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have you ever read a fanfic & cried because it's so much better than canon or are you normal?

#bella swan #edward cullen #edbella #twilight saga #the twilight saga #twilight renaissance #ao3fic #twilight fanfic #🩸

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edwardskhakipants · 2 years

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Does anyone have a sweet ExB AH AU they'd like to share with me?

#edward x bella all human alternate universe #i just read a sweet lil fanfic-y book #and now i want to read something similar but EdBella haha

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queertwilight · 3 years

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LETS BE HUMAN FOR A DAY

Pairing: Edward x Bella (others will appear as the story progresses and no not all are canon)

And yes the person you think is a witch is a witch in this

This was in my drafts, idk if I’ll continue I guess it depends on if it’s any good?

Part One: Eyes

“Green,” he says out of nowhere and Bella tilts her head slightly even though she’s lying on her bed and he can’t see her from this angle. They are currently lying on opposite sides of her bed with their heads close together, so she knows he can feel her head move in a silent question. “My eyes were green, when I was human.”

“Green,” she murmurs testing how it sounds in her mouth. She’s too close to his face to look him in the eye, but from her angle she can see half of his iris and imagines it turning green. “What kind?”

He makes a small noise of confusion, almost like a humph, and she smiles knowing he’s annoyed at not knowing her question. He says it’s her mind’s brilliance that makes him so curious to hear her thoughts but she’s rather grateful he can’t. He didn’t need to know the amount of days she has spent drawing golden irises in the margins of her math homework. He’d think she was insane. “Bella?”

“What do you mean, what kind of green?”

His voice brings her back and she blinks rapidly to try and distract from the heat she feels climbing her neck to color her face red. “What kind of green?” She replies, knowing if she answers fast enough he’ll forget to tease her about her blush. And it works like a charm, he furrows his eyebrows as he peers sideways at her. She wants to reach out and smooth the skin there. Revel in how soft and smooth something so cold can be, in how his eyebrow muscles relax automatically at her touch.

“Yeah,” she whispers in reply. Their voices are softer now, as they tend to get when discussing his human days. Days she can never be a part of, days she wishes she could grasp from his mind to brush away the hurt that comes into his velvet voice when he remembers his mother. If she could soothe his pain how she soothes his furrowed brow, she would without a second thought. “Moss green? Jade green? Grass green? Blue green?”

“Ah,” Edward sighs as he understands at last where her mind had drifted to. “I don’t remember mine very well but I remember everyone comparing them to my mother’s. Carlisle says they were emerald.”

Of course, Bella thinks, they had to be as brilliant as a gemstone. Even human, Edward was beautiful and she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for accidentally making him remember his mother. “They must have been beautiful, though I must admit I’m quite fond of golden myself.”

His quiet musical laughter shakes her bed, and her heart leaps at the joy she hears in it. That is until she realizes something, “Are you- I mean will you? Be fond of them too?” She stutters out the half question before realizing she could’ve just ruined the whole day. He didn’t particularly like remembering her decision to join him in becoming a vampire, and though they were better about communicating she still felt uneasy in mentioning it. The last time she had mentioned her transformation they had sat down and discussed how he would miss her heartbeat. It had been a moment of clarity for her, to realize that he loved her so much her heartbeat had become his personal version of a lullaby.

“What are you referring to?” His voice questions to her breaking her from her memories. Bella purses her lips, wondering if she should ask a different question, but the quirk in his eyebrow lets her know he can tell she’s plotting an escape. Even as she feels the apprehension rising in her stomach, she can’t help but smile slightly at how well they know each other.

“When,” she looks away and up towards the ceiling, “you change me. I know you’ll miss my eye color, you’ve said as much before. But will you learn to love my new eye color? Even before they turn gold, when they are still red? Or - I mean you don’t have to and please be honest don’t edit your answer to spare my feelings. I understand if you can’t - I know it will be a drastic change and I won’t force you to I mean we can completely ignore this in fact -“

“Bella,” his voice is firm but calm. She pauses in her rambling to see that he’s sitting against her pillows now with an easy crooked smile on his face. It makes her heart leap into her mouth and she swallows to try and get ahold of herself. It wasn’t fair how his smile still held the power to take her breath away or make her heart soar. His smile was home in its crookedness but just because it was home didn’t mean it wasn’t without its surprises. Sometimes she caught him smiling at her crookedly from the corner of her eye and the simple fact he looked at her like that without her always being aware of it caused her immense heart palpitations.

“Yeah?” Her voice wavers slightly but it’s not in fear of his anger. No, she knows him better now than to think he’s angry, besides his voice isn’t harsh or cutting when he says her name. Almost as if just the idea of saying her name in bitterness or reproach would burn his tongue, her name remains soft and warm in his mouth. His eyes aren’t clouded with anger or pain, they glisten in the late afternoon light with the curiousity she has often seen when he tries to disentangle her actions.

“Come here, love,” he says as he opens his arms to her, and she goes willingly. Settling at his side, curled so her legs rest on top of his, she sighs as he presses a gentle kiss to her hairline. “I think,” he begins as he sighs, “I may have inadvertently caused you some insecurity.”

“How?” She doesn’t glance up, instead she grasps his hand that lies on his stomach and begins to play with his fingers. Their coldness helping to ease her growing embarrassment. Bella knew she had insecurities, Edward knew she had them, hell most of the town new everyone else’s insecurities. Yet there is a difference between knowing someone’s insecurities and having them spelled out for you, especially by your lover. Edward sighs above her making her hair move and sending a small shiver down her spine. He chuckles as he hears her heart leap, her face reddens as she realizes she can’t blame the reaction on his coldness - not when it’s ninety-nine degrees outside and the humidity in her room is stifling.

“You seem to be under the impression I love your eyes more than you,” his voice is light but marred with a hint of worry. Of angering her? She doesn’t know, but she just continues to trace the outline of his fingers. “Bella, I love your eyes because they are yours. I’d love them if they were blue, green, grey, yellow,” he laughs a little before gently moving so that their fingers intertwine, “or red. I’m sorry I made you believe your eye color was more important than keeping you forever. Because it’s not Bella, your eyes aren’t what I care about keeping, it’s you.”

She closes her eyes against the onslaught of tears she feels collecting, her nose burning and itching as she fights to keep herself from whimpering. She didn’t know why she felt such relief, she knew Edward loved her and though he was difficult about the transformation she knew he wanted her forever. Yet here she was about to start blubbering because he had just eased a guilt she had unknowingly been carrying around in her chest for a while. The fear of taking away one more thing he loved. She bit her lip as she eased her breaths.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured “it’s silly to be crying I know. But I guess we’re alike that way, you want to give me things and I want to do the same for you. Changing my eye color...it’s so permanent - yes,” she says rolling her eyes as she peers up at him through blurry vision, “so is becoming a vampire but that’s different. I’ll still look like me just...more durable. I can’t make my eyes brown again. It’s just nice to know that even if they won’t be brown, you’ll love them.”

Edward barks out a laugh and she can’t help but feel thoroughly thrown off. Had she said something funny? “No you didn’t love. I’m sorry I’m not laughing at you.” Oh, she had spoken her question out loud, well that saved her having to figure it out on her own. She tilted her head so she could watch his laugh shake his body for a moment longer before he smiled down at her.

“Care to explain what was so funny?” Her eyes were almost completely dry but her nose still burned and her voice wobbled a bit.

“I feel like a right idiot,” he responds as he lets another small laugh take over, “no wonder you haven’t said yes to marrying me! I’m here whining about taking your soul and you’re guilt ridden over harming me with your transformation. Goodness, Alice was right we really should communicate about things more openly. I could’ve saved you so much heartache if I said I love you with and for everything you are,” he grows silent for a moment before adding, “and will be.”

Bella smiles. It’s the first time she has seen him smile at the mention of her impending vampirism and hearing his confirmation makes her shoulders drop as he continues, “how is it we’ve confessed our love for each other so many times yet forgotten the basics of ensuring we help each other through our insecurities? For the love of all that is holy, maybe Rosalie should have given me therapy sessions.” He sighs as he squeezes her hand, “maybe then I could be more forward in showing you that I am excited in having you forever by my side. Maybe if I were human I could feel secure in me being what you want.”

Edward’s smile was only a soft curve of his lips and Bella couldn’t help but feel the honesty of his words. And then it hit her - “That’s your insecurity? That you think you’re not ... enough?” Her eyes searched his, and for once she saw passed the walls he kept up and down into the worry that lined his eyes, the insecurities that made his brow furrow, the way fear locked his jaw in place.

“I wish we were on level ground, Bella. I don’t want you to have to adjust things for me or to be with me. I just want us to be Edward and Bella. You constantly compare yourself to how I look and it kills me to see how dejected you look. To know I’ve praised your human qualities so much you aren’t aware of how much I esteem your humor, your sarcasm, your wit, your inquisitiveness, your compassion, and your love. I’d give anything for you to see that even human me with terrible coordination, probably bad eyesight, and no social skills would want to marry you because I’m that sure I’d want you till my heart stops beating. Perhaps if I were human, you’d realize you’re my dream, too. That I’d change everything if it meant you not having to change for me. That I don’t want you to one day look back on this and hate me for not giving you all you deserve. I want to be enough for you for eternity.”

Her heart had never felt more love, as she stared up in realization that he was every inch the insecure teenager that she was. Her who constantly felt the need to try and appear like she belonged at his side was suddenly realizing he was trying just as hard to appear that he belonged with her. It made her throat tighten at the epiphany that this was what kept them from forever: themselves. He needed to know she would choose him regardless of what universe they met in, no matter in what life they had been born into, in what circumstance. She needed to know he loved her for her not just her human qualities like her heartbeat or blush but her personhood. And she knew just the way to do it. “Would you like to try?”

“Try?” His eyebrows rose in question as Bella’s smile morphed into its widest and giddiest form. He could practically feel her muscles tightening with the sudden spark of an idea her eyes held. He traced her features quickly, this, he thought silently, this is what she could give him forever - her smiles, her expressions, her radiance.

“To be human,” she replied as she scrambled to get off the bed. She began zipping around the room as he lay in the same position they had just been in curled up on his side slightly peering down at where she had lain. “For a day,” she turned after a few minutes, “be human with me. Then you can see I’m happily in love with you no matter what you are or who you are. Let me help ease your fears too. Please?” She walks to his side of the bed and holds out her hand for him to grasp, “Let me show you that you are enough.”

Bella swears the fireworks in her stomach erupted into masses of butterflies as Edward took her hand in his. “How?”

Bella smiles as Edward’s brow pinches in confusion as she proudly states her answer: “Angela.”

#twilight #edward cullen #bella swan #twilight renaissance #effervescent #twilight revival #twilight saga #twilight fanfiction #edbella #Edward x Bella #Bella x edward #bellward #twilight fanfic #angela Weber #idk what I’m doing I just got so bored guys #this was in my drafts??? will I continue it?? idk #angela webber #new moon #eclipse

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bonafidehero · 3 years

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I’m gonna make a new post for my fic rec list just so I don’t annoying you guys with how long it’s getting. Lol If you’d like to check out the other recs you can find them here.

This next rec I read a while ago, can’t remember everything I liked about it but it was really dramatic and lemony—I believe. haha. There are also outtakes from both Bella and Edward!

Secrets and Lies by Bellascotia

Category: Hurt/Comfort/Romance/All Human

Rating: Fiction M

POV: Bella

Pairing: Edward/Bella

Words: 283,910

Bella once told a lie. A lie that cost her everything she ever wanted. 10 years later she returns to her hometown to an ailing father, an angry best friend, and the man from whom she has kept a secret that threatens to unravel her existence. M AU AH OOC Rated M for language and lemons

I always enjoy a musical fic!

Tropic of Virgo by In.a.blue.bathrobe

Category: Romance/All Human

Rating: Fiction M

POV: Bella/Edward

Pairing: Edward/Bella

Words: 150,577

He's a young but jaded musician writing lyrics for his band, and she's a naive, frustrated poet looking to break out of her shell; their words collide online. What happens when they meet in high school, unaware of their literary connection?

I don’t know why I haven’t recommended this fic officially on my list but it’s one of my all time favs! Again, I love historical fiction! I love Bella’s change from Twilight to New Moon in this fic, she’s learned to be more daring and independent. I LOVE her relationship with Carlisle in this. I love her and Edward’s struggle to get along in the beginning, it’s very funny! I love Alice’s bit and the twist with James! I just love… like everything!

Beyond Time by TKegl

Category: Drama/Romance

Rating: Fiction M

POV: Bella

Pairing: Edward/Bella

Words: 295,570

After the Cullens leave Forks, a twist of fate lands Bella in Chicago in 1918. She thinks it's a second chance to build a life with Edward, but when she finds him, he's not quite what she expected. Can Bella create the future she's hoping for?

#if you guys have recs of your own feel free to send them in ask or reply here or something #I’d take a look and maybe rec it #Even your own!#Does anyone want recs from other fandoms?#I don’t read from to many but if you’ve seen me reblog a lot from anything other than Twilight then I’ve probably read one or two form it…#lol #twilight #twilight saga #twilight fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #my fanfic rec list #fanfic rec #edward and bella #edbella #edward cullen #bella swan

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carlislespotatocellar · 3 years

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https://m.fanfiction.net/s/5759303/1/?fbclid=IwAR2445x02hkjf8NVZsJCtuAMoICYfxH9zqDmWlFiewYDrtcYfSAw8O0au0g

this is the new moon we all deserved !!!

cw for disgusting confederate jasper in chapter 13

#twilight fanfic #it’s so good holy shit #edward / bella #edbella

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renegadepack · 4 years

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me realizing that as a twilight blog i’m probably supposed to care about whatever nonsense smeyer is promoting if it turns out to be midnight sun

#aaron’s sharing #rebloggable i guess but dont @ me #i hust like... dont care anout edbella/edward anymore #and i found a fanfic rhat fills the void bc it’s better than anything smeyer coukd write #idk man i just dont want this chick gettin any more money off this franchise #when she’s like That

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threebooksoneplot · 7 months

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Hi! I was wondering if y'all've ever encountered Twilight: The Missing Pieces? It's a fanfic version of the whole series (and then some) from Edward's perspective, picking up where the leaked Midnight Sun draft ended, & if you've not seen it y'all might find it interesting

I’ve never even heard of it! back in the day—I’m only talking 2008-2010 fandom—I didn’t read aaaaany edward x bella canon-compliant stuff. at all. even back then I was a through-and-through jasper x alice girlie. 💅🏼 it’s definitely interesting to see that someone wrote that much of edward’s “canon” pov as fic but… I’ve read my fair share of old, popular edbella fics and ngl. I’ve never been hooked by any edward pov stuff 🤷🏼‍♀️ but maybe I just haven’t read the “good” ones. I’m definitely not ever looking, that’s for sure. (no offense to all you edbella stans but i’ll never understand it 😔)—shannon

oh yeah I've heard of it! it sounds objectively interesting but (not to be That Bitch) I also don't read edbella 🤷🏼‍♀️. in the case of Missing Pieces and other projects like it, once I knew we were going to end up writing our own NM (and possibly Eclipse/BD) continuations (about halfway through last season), I made extra sure neither of us read anyone else's Ed POV continuations because I want to be certain we don't accidentally "steal" ideas from them! so if we end up writing anything similar to what's in there, it will be truly and honestly a coincidence —G

#edward and bella haven’t committed enough atrocities for me to even come close to stanning them—shannon #what are you talking about? their whole relationship is an atrocity it killed dozens —G #anyway the above is also the reason why we mostly don't listen to other twilight podcasts #we don't wanna be Copycats #asks #anonymous #dark noon #euphoria and something

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starryprose · 4 years

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer, Twilight Series - All Media Types, Twilight (Movies), Twilight Saga Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Edward Cullen/Bella Swan, Jacob Black & Bella Swan, Alice Cullen & Bella Swan, Alice Cullen/Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen/Rosalie Hale, Carlisle Cullen/Esme Cullen, Carlisle Cullen & Edward Cullen, Rosalie Hale & Bella Swan, Leah Clearwater & Bella Swan, Jacob Black & Leah Clearwater, The Cullen's & Bella Swan, Bella Swan & Angela Weber Characters: Bella Swan, Edward Cullen, Jacob Black, Alice Cullen, Leah Clearwater, Angela Weber, Jessica Stanley, the Cullens, Rosalie Hale, Charlie Swan, Carlisle Cullen, Esme Cullen Additional Tags: Sort of slower?, Eclipse rewrite, Kind of Canon Compliant, sort of leave angela's sexuality up to you lol, i love edward and bella though, inspired by a post by queertwilight on tumblr Summary:

Dudes!! I finally updated my twilight fic, so sorry for the delay. Hope you enjoy this chapter, as always comments and kudos appreciated!

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the-most-pathetic-edge-marquis · 4 years

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what is a tumblr but a place to plug your own fanfiction?

anyways check out Call It A Favor, my eclipse au where maría shows up to help at jasper’s request.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24028444

this is 100% dedicated to @su-angelvicioso, who makes incredible maría content.

#twilight #maria #should i be studying for my calc final? you bet #am i started yet another twilight fanfic instead? also yes #also: i left edbella as the canon couple and wow did i forget how much i Don't Ship Them when i made that choice #i didn't think it would matter but it did

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Like a Raisin in the Sun

Saint Tropez, France

June 28, 2021

Despite all the trouble it caused them, all of their family liked the sun. Even Jasper, whose ruthlessly military affinity for the dark had taken decades to overcome, lay stretched out on a chaise, his eyes closed, with Alice curled up on his chest. Emmett and Rosalie were curled up on another set of chaises, Rosalie’s head on Emmett’s shoulder, his fingers stroking absently through her hair.

The estate they’d rented had a private beach, of course, and two large pools, and the main house itself was large enough that they couldn’t always hear from one side to the other. Small mercies after the beginning of the pandemic, when the nine of them had somehow managed to cram into their five bedroom cottage in Toulouse. Here at the coast, they all had plenty of room to be apart.

That turned out not to matter much, however. Except for a handful of times of day, when one couple or another would peel off into one of the suites so expansive they were large apartments unto themselves, they were together. Four pairs of chaise lounges feet from the water’s edge. Nine players around the Monopoly board Rosalie and Jasper had designed which was much more punishing and required a buy-in of two thousand euro from anyone who wanted to play to fund the “bank.” Seven in the audience around the Steinway, as Edward and Renesmee worked through the entirety of the four-handed Dolly Suite.

The water made an arrhythmic whoosh as it met sand over and over. Sometimes two waves came almost together, huge and frothy; other times it was the more gentle swish of a small, barely there swell of ocean. It was strange, beautiful, percussion-only symphony, and Edward could almost hear a melody over it, feeling his fingers begin to itch with the desire to compose.

Only one set of chaises sat empty, and as he gazed toward the horizon, he could see them: bright flashes of light between the two-foot swells. They were much farther out than would be safe for humans, having allowed the undertow to take them probably an eighth of a mile out to sea, to a sandbar where the waves crashed prematurely before building up again to come ashore. Between the waves, they stood only waist deep in water, the sun glinting off their shoulders and backs, sending shimmering rainbows across the dark sapphire of the waves.

Carlisle dove through a wave, emerging with hair dripping down his back. He ran a hand through it as he laughed and took a few strokes through the water to be closer to Esme, whose definitely-designed-to-scandalize-the-adult-children string bikini left more of her skin exposed than her husband's long swim trunks did his. Once together, a few steps further out took them both into deeper ocean where they treaded water, having a conversation Edward could not overhear.

So intent was he watching, he barely felt he hand on his shoulder as the chaise beside him became occupied, its regular owner having returned from retrieving a new book from the house. His wife settled in next to him, immediately following his gaze out to the distant sandbar. Together they listened to Esme’s giggling shriek as Carlisle picked her up and threw her full on into a large wave, followed immediately by Carlisle’s deep laughter as Esme recovered her footing and immediately picked him up and did the same. They slapped each other’s shoulders playfully, wiping water out of their eyes and shaking it out of their hair.

“They’re having so much fun out there,” Bella commented quietly.

Edward nodded, saying nothing. After several minutes more, his wife poked him in the side, making him chuckle.

“Sometimes I’d like to have your gift,” his wife said. “Know what you’re thinking.”

He laughed. “That makes two of us.”

It was their private joke, how Bella was his one silent mind. From time to time, she let him in, but it was difficult and she didn’t do it often. So he had scaled the uneasy cliff of learning to ask her to voice her thoughts, and to be more forthcoming about his own.

“I forget so often how young they are,” he answered, his voice quiet. “They should just be at the beach, splashing each other.”

“And then coming in and having mojitos,” Bella added.

Edward stared back out over the water.

“He would be just out of his M-1 year,” he muttered.

Bella laughed. “Carlisle? He’d be a rising M-3 at a minimum. You think he somehow didn’t finish college at least a year early?”

He laughed. “True.”

Bella leaned into him. “And she’d be the rising star architect at the boutique firm. Nobody can believe she has so little experience because her designs are so good.”

Edward slipped an arm over his wife’s bare shoulders. “How did they meet?”

“Mmmm.” Bella’s gaze returned to the ocean. “She designed the art museum and he went to a gala. He’d be looking at the Cezanne. And she would come up from behind him and start telling him about it.”

“Yeah and then he would compliment the architecture of the building and make her blush.”

Bella laughed. “A coincidence, or does he know who she is?”

“He knows who she is. He’s hitting on her.”

They both smiled.

“Does it work?”

Edward nodded. “She lets him buy her a glass of wine from the cash bar. And it’s generic and not very good so he offers to take her to a real wine bar after the event. And they sneak out of it a little early. He orders something way too fancy for his budget and he’s just going to put it on his credit card but—”

“—Esme sees straight through him and gets the check.”

Laughing again, Edward nodded. They both fell silent for a moment, the only sounds the breeze, the birds, and the gentle whoosh of the Mediterranean.

“How long do they wait to do it,” his wife asks mischievously.

Edward threw his hands over his eyes. “Bella!” When he opened them, he saw his wife, one eyebrow cocked, and when they spoke, it was as one:

“Third date.”

They dissolved into laughter.

“His place or hers?” This was Edward.

“His. It’s a mess. He wasn’t expecting to invite her home. His sheets aren’t clean, either.” Carlisle, for his master command of anywhere between two and ten people’s laundry, somehow almost always managed to forget the sheets even with an inhuman memory. Bella’s invocation of one of her father in-law’s few marital imperfections made Edward laugh.

“She doesn’t care,” he added.

Bella shook her head. “She’s kinda charmed, really.”

“They move in together very quickly.”

“But they don’t get married for a long time.”

Edward nodded. “Until he’s in residency.”

His wife smiled. Then she mischievously leaned into his side, putting her lips at his ear and whispered, “They pull the goalie before the wedding.”

This made Edward laugh, but it rang true. In this world of events his mother would be thirty, and worried. They would both want to get started as soon as they were sure of their commitment, and neither of them had ever been much for suffering other people’s opinions about what might be proper. He listened, smiling, as his wife went on.

“They find out the day before and everyone is gushing at the reception about how sappy in love they look. It’s not until she starts showing that they tell everyone why they were so gooey that day.”

Edward smiled shyly, sitting up, dragging his toe in the white sand.

“Boy or girl?”

“Girl,” Bella answered immediately. When he cocked his head and frowned, she smirked and added, “There is no alternate universe in which you are not Rose’s little brother.”

At this, Edward guffawed. But it was true, he knew. When he saw them, in their minds, the shadow-dream family his parents both had, he was always the youngest. Sometimes there were three children, the oldest a boy whom each of them imagined differently—Carlisle imagining caramel hair and brown eyes, and Esme imagining a softened version of Charles, usually, but sometimes a boy with Carlisle’s hair, and blue eyes the exact hue of which she didn’t know and Carlisle didn’t remember. He would have been twenty years younger than Edward, chronologically, yet somehow in all their imaginations he was the oldest—the lost child, the child she ran for, the only person in their family who had ever died.

It weighed so heavily on them. All they had lost, all the things they had won in their stead. They had been so weary a week ago in the morning, when they’d met the rest of the family on the tarmac in Castres. A pandemic year was taking its toll on them both.

The couple who splashed in the waves seemed too young to have experienced all the loss they had. They looked so unburdened, chasing the waves, laughing at each other, catching the sun. As they watched, Esme put Carlisle on her shoulders and he fought until they both fell backward and went under.

Bella squeezed his hand. “Which ones do you think are happier? The imaginary ones or the real ones?”

Edward pressed his lips together. He could see them, in his mind’s eye: the beautiful couple settling comfortably into middle age, the doctor coaching his daughter’s basketball team, the architect leading the pine car derby for her son’s scout troop.

But he could see this couple, too. The joy on their faces as they hugged each of their six children. The way their skin had glowed in the light of absolutely unnecessary birthday candles, a “1”, a “2”, and a “0” on a cake only Renesmee could eat, and in all likelihood wouldn’t. The night before, when they’d watched In the Heights, his daughter fighting sleep as she leaned on her grandfather’s shoulder. How contented Carlisle had looked as he nudged her awake, knowing she considered herself far too old to be carried to bed.

They were old and young. Happy and sad. Yin and yang, like the ancient forces: equal parts the hard amidst the easy, the pain amidst the joy.

“The real ones,” he said, and was rewarded with another squeeze of his hand as his wife smiled.

“I think so, too,” she said.

In the distance, they both watched as Carlisle and Esme disappeared again under the waves.

#Fanfic #my fic #fragment #zero draft #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #edward cullen #carlesme #bella swan #this is as close as you get to me writing edbella enjoy

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