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Roots | Chapter 1 - Silence

A/N: SURPRISE! Here's the first chapter of Roots, two weeks early, for you tumblr besties only. 😎 This, and more bonus content, will be posted later this month to AO3 and FF.net. Updates will be weekly, on Mondays. Rating: M for graphic descriptions of violence and more Words: 3.9k

Jasper was annoyed.

Not at the high-pitched whine of the overworked Mac or the fact that he could hear Renesmee loudly complaining to Esme on the level below. It wasn’t the pungent odor of whatever Esme was using to clean the oven that drifted through the vents, nor was it the fact that his chair had started squeaking this morning and they were conveniently out of WD-40. He wasn’t even bothered by the fact that Carlisle had ignored three consecutive calls from his cell while he talked on his work phone, and hadn’t muted any of the calls, letting the rhythmic buzzing on top of his desk echo throughout the second floor.

No. He was annoyed because Rosalie hadn’t answered his texts before their flight.

Jasper’s eyes moved from his phone, to his desktop, and then back to his phone again.

He could hear the other occupants of the house moving about as the day finally ended and the night picked up where it left off. None of them were heading in his direction yet, but he knew that being interrupted tonight was guaranteed.

His last conversation with his wife flickered through his head and he frowned.

Jasper looked back toward his phone.

Then back toward his computer screen.

Eventually the annoying ‘SMS NOT DELIVERED’ notification flickered across his phone screen, mocking him with its stubbornness. He tapped the ‘resend’ button without another thought.

It wasn’t his main focus tonight. His fingers clicked away on his keyboard, his attention focused more on the internet browser in front of him.

They were undecided between two different towns now. “Someplace new,” their youngest family member had begged. Renesmee had been begging for years now, pretending to be tired of the old homes they’d been shuffling between for over a century now (barely thirty years for her), and it looked like she was finally going to get her way.

It wasn’t for anyone’s sake other than Renesmee’s. They all knew that. It had been almost ten years since his niece had gotten the idea in her head that it would be fun to live somewhere “separate, but close.” Those had been the peculiar words she’d chosen while trying to explain the hypothetical tunnels that they could use to travel between the hypothetical three houses that would be built all “close together but far enough away that any neighbors wouldn’t see”.

They’d never had neighbors close enough to see what was going on in any of their residences, but even so, ‘separate, but close’ had turned into a running joke. A ridiculous joke that was inching closer and closer to becoming a true project they’d be taking on soon.

Bella still blamed her daughter’s idea on some urban exploration video she’d watched one too many times during, what she’d called, Renesmee’s ‘breaking-and-entering phase.’

That particular phrasing still made Jasper laugh.

But Edward had rolled his eyes before going off on another tangent about ‘ethical responsibility’ that they’d all heard some variation of before. He’d never been entertained by his daughter’s adventures across North America as she journeyed into every rusted, grown-over abandoned building she could find, and even less thrilled with the way she’d been enabled by her built-in best friend.

When Edward told Renesmee no, Jacob usually told her yes. Vice versa. Rinse and repeat.

Jasper’s eyes flickered toward the door across from him, then toward the screen of his phone. The red flickered right after he fixed his gaze back on his computer and without looking, he reached out and pressed ‘resend’ again.

Jasper knew that thirty-six thousand feet above the Pacific Ocean didn’t make for a great place to receive text messages, even if the plane’s wifi worked. Knowing Rosalie, she would enforce her and Emmett’s ridiculous ‘no phone’ rule until they landed at LAX. The only person who had ever protested that limitation on family vacations had been Alice, and then later, Renesmee had joined in.

Nowadays it was only enforced on trips where Rosalie was around.

Of course Rose and Emmett both checked in every few days for a handful of minutes. They sent pictures, asked how everyone was (Renesmee, mainly) and shared a quick anecdote or two from their trip across south Asia. It was one of the places they hadn’t explored yet, and because they didn’t seem to want to be careful or do more than the basest amount of research into their travels, someone had to.

Jasper brought up another browser. It had only been minimized, and he was trying not to watch it too closely. (He was barely even watching it at all.) It only took a few seconds to refresh the tabs in the window. Their flight coordinates updated, their plane’s flight progress trip refreshed, and finally the rental car shop around the corner from the airport in Manila updated their systems, confirming the prompt return of their coupe several hours before.

They were still a few hundred miles from the coast and out of radar range. Until their flight was back in line-of-sight range from a tracking station and off of satellite tracing he would continue to refresh the page periodically.

It was something to do while he clicked between ‘for sale’ advertisements in Elkins, West Virginia and in towns around the outskirts of Erie, Pennsylvania. The two towns weren’t similar in many regards, except for more cloud cover than the average small town. The hundreds of acres of affordable land was what had become most appealing to Esme, who had already begun to draw up ideas as to what their new home—or homes—would look like.

Of course Esme had also been far too willing to indulge Renesmee with her planning. It provided her with two things: the ability to keep her entire family close, and the challenge of designing and constructing multiple homes.

The upstairs loft area was covered end to end with sketches and blueprints and fabric samples. Alice had been forced to utilize her smaller sewing machine as of late, even moving it into his study so she could work “with some god-forsaken space to think” while fixing up a few of her current projects.

Jasper laughed when she first complained under her breath that the power of suggestion was useless in the face of Esme with a project underway. She’d ranted more than once to him over the past few months about how she’d have to restitch every hem she’d applied to the family’s winter wardrobe once Renesmee’s curtain-and upholstery-designing lessons were done with. When Jasper had suggested she use the area when Renesmee and Esme weren’t around, she just whined more about “the principle of it all!” and had since then refused any alternative ideas.

The power of suggestion, he noted, was also useless when it came to his wife.

Jasper sighed quietly and regretted it. The footsteps that had been halfway toward the stairs at the end of the hall paused, and with a turn and a skip, he knew his peace was as good as over.

He minimized his pages of tracking details and pulled up the real estate website on his browser. Two seconds later, a peculiar knock that lasted several seconds and included a variety of multi-finger taps and scratches, echoed through his study.

“Is that The Prophet’s Song?” he asked, without needing to. They both knew that was the beat that had just been rapped against the wood.

A frustrated groan carried through the door before it was flung open. Renesmee’s exasperation was as clear in her tone as it was in her aura. “What the hell!” She flung her hands up dramatically before letting them fall to her thighs with a slap. “You’re too good at that,” she complained. “It’s so annoying.”

“If you keep picking songs from popular bands it’s going to be easy.” He fixed his eyes back onto his screen as she strode in. She didn’t bother closing the door behind her; anything they said would be heard throughout most of the house whether the door was open or not. “That’s also the third Queen song you’ve chosen this month.”

“I’m on a Freddie Mercury kick.”

“Is that so?”

“An 80s kick, really.”

“That song came out in ’75.”

She huffed. “You know what I mean.” Jasper knew he wasn’t getting out of this conversation easily when she didn’t sit herself down on the couch or the chaise beneath the window. Renesmee perched herself on the edge of his desk and grinned at him. “Dad doesn’t think I should get to have a room in Rose’s house and their house so I’m digging deep into his favorite music eras.”

Jasper snorted. He kept his eyes trained on the screen as he clicked through photos of a few decrepit farmhouses on one of the properties he was looking at. “Very mature.”

“Thank you, I think so, too.” She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. “At least I’m not campaigning for my own house. Which I totally could, by the way. Grandma said she’d help me design one and I know Mom wouldn’t fight me on it. Dad’s just stubborn.”

“He can also probably hear you.”

“No, he and Mom went ‘hunting’,” she stage-gagged and shuddered with all the dramatics Jasper had grown to expect from her over the years. He’d only met Bella’s mother twice, but sometimes he swore that Renesmee took after her more than she did either of her parents.

It was a theory that annoyed Edward, so naturally Jasper had adopted it into his belief system and brought it up at regular intervals.

He performed a quick sweep of the remaining auras in the house. Alice was down in the den with Esme, both of them highly amused by some conversation they were having or TV show they were watching. Carlisle was in his office, expelling a fragile exasperation that Jasper knew wouldn’t last, as he explained over the phone to a member of the hospital staff that yes, while he did want his patients to have a direct link to him for emergencies, a baby with repeated bouts of hiccups did not constitute as an emergency.

Jasper silently noted Bella and Edward’s absence. “Time to plot then, I suppose,” he hummed as he opened a new tab and prepared to research machinery rentals in Elkins. After they priced out how much it would cost to start construction there, they could get the ball rolling. The minimized window at the bottom of his screen was tempting him, but he pointedly ignored it. He could wait for Renesmee to leave before refreshing it.

Renesmee groaned and then laughed. “Alice is right!”

Jasper quirked an eyebrow but didn’t avert his gaze. He knew that, but— “About what?”

“You’re such a worrywart.”

He lifted his eyes to see her leaning overtop of two of his monitors to glance at the screen of his phone. The red words declaring ‘SMS NOT DELIVERED’ had flickered once more across the screen without him noticing. His unsent text message was still green where it sat in his phone.

He reached out for the device and turned the screen off before he pocketed it.

“Instead of sending them Zillow links you could just, I don’t know, ask them for updates probably. Not that Rose will reply to either.” Jasper ignored her. Since she couldn’t see the screen he was looking at, he quickly closed down the browser that had held all of Emmett and Rosalie’s flight tracking information and trip details. It would take him a few minutes to hack back into the ARTCC but it would give him something to do after Renesmee left. “Alice told me Rose hadn’t replied to you in like, four days. I bet she blocked your number.”

He finally met her expression. Her shit-eating grin was the same one Edward wore sometimes.

Jasper rolled his eyes. “To what do I owe the harassment from my favorite niece?”

“And don’t you forget it!” She hopped up off of the desk and walked over to the couch, flipping through some discarded mail. “You really ought to open this you know,” she told him as she lifted up a letter from their new forger. “If Mom finds out you haven’t replied she’s going to steal this.”

Jasper stood and walked around his desk, taking both the unmarked letter and the rest of the mail from her hands. “Renesmee.”

“Jasper.” She tried to school her expression into something more serious as she saluted him, but the smile was still there on the corners of her lips.

He ruffled her hair before she could smack his hand away, then turned toward his file cabinets. “What do you want?”

“I want to go hunting!”

“No.”

“Oh, come on—”

“Why do you want your dad mad at me, too?”

A deal had been made last year when Renesmee got her way and they’d all agreed to do something different and start from scratch in their next town. She would have to turn her diet back to mainly human food before the new year, limiting her hunts to once a month and then, eventually, once every other month.

Something about theories surrounding her nutritional intake and the fact she needed to diversify her diet. Jasper hadn’t been paying too much attention to everyone’s renewed interest in Renesmee’s health. There’d been one incident in the past few years where her health had been taken into question—a flu that had made her bed bound for four days—but even that being a singular isolated incident hadn’t prevented it from turning into Carlisle and Rosalie’s main hobby.

“I thought you were the fun uncle.”

He cracked half of a smile at that. “We both know that’s not true.”

“If I go alone Dad will really have a bitch fit. You and Alice are like, the only two willing to let me do whatever without having an aneurysm.” She paused. “Well, Mom sometimes, too.”

“Great. Talk to her when she gets back.”

Jasper almost felt bad about the wave of genuine frustration and acute disappointment that filled the room as Renesmee made a silent exit, not bothering to close the door behind her. If he weren’t currently occupied he’d probably consider her offer more. After all, she was right about one thing.

He loved his niece, but he didn’t give a damn what she did. If she wanted to test out whether hybrids could get tetanus or how much blood she could really ingest before getting ill, who was he to stop her?

He sat himself back down in his chair and quickly reopened his browsers. While he waited for one of his codes to break the encryption key to the ATCSCC, he brought up another window that had remained minimized for most of the night.

After twenty-two seconds of rapid typing, he was able to flip through a few windows on the monitor to his left. It wasn’t easy to track these people, but it was something that Jasper had become good at over the years.

Every day he thanked his lucky stars that he and Rosalie had gotten a head start on learning everything there was to learn about cyber-security back in the internet’s infancy. Since the 70s and 80s nearly everything had changed, but their constantly growing skills put them a few steps ahead when it came to tracking people who very much didn’t want to be tracked.

Despite all the resources the Volturi had at their disposal, Rosalie could still crack through any walls they put up.

Their underground fortress in Volterra itself was still impenetrable to them (there were no cameras or wifi—this measure of security was ancient and effective), but the surrounding buildings and villages and routes were absolutely not.

Unless they figured out how to be physically invisible, Jasper would always be able to track them through the eyes of every camera and GPS he could break into.

“She’s right, you know.”

Jasper didn’t jump at the sound of Alice’s voice, but he did look up in surprise at her sudden appearance.

“And that right there proves it,” she pointed at him sternly as she moved around his desk and climbed into his lap. Jasper quickly wrapped his arms around her waist as she draped an arm over the back of his neck. “You’re focused on the wrong things tonight.”

“What is Renesmee right about?” He pressed a kiss to Alice’s temple as he spoke. He didn’t really want to know, but he knew Alice would tell him anyway, so the words came naturally to him.

“You are a worrywart.” She turned her head up and pressed her lips against his. He almost rolled his eyes as she kissed him. Alice was the one who had dubbed him that, and Renesmee was just parroting the title. At this point, Alice was just calling herself right in a round-about way. “They’re in the home stretch, Jazz. A forty-nine minute wait for their checked bags is the only thing that’s going to go wrong for them tonight.” When Alice turned her head toward his screens, Jasper frowned, knowing what she was going to say now.

“I said I’d tell you next time I saw one of them move,” the disappointment was more in her aura than it was in her words.

He smoothed the feeling over as an apology. “I know, but…”

“You worry.” It wasn’t an accusation now, just an observation. Alice nodded to herself and Jasper didn’t even have it in him to tell her she was wrong.

He didn’t like to call it worrying. He liked to think of it as being careful.

And no matter how many years that passed, Jasper would never let his guard down again. Ever since he’d learned the possibilities that had once awaited them back in Forks after the turn of the century, he’d vowed to be careful. To keep watch and to remain ready.

Emmett had complained to him once, a few years after they’d finally left Forks. “You’re always acting like you’re preparing for war.”

“As long as Aro wants Alice,” Jasper had given Emmett a stern look, all the joking from their hunting trip dead and gone, “aren’t we?”

They hadn’t discussed it much after that.

He didn’t worry. He was just careful. If anyone was going to make it their duty to keep their family safe, Jasper would gladly do it.

Alice hummed, as if replying to his train of thought somehow. Sometimes Jasper thought Edward and Alice were too alike. That thought usually made Edward snicker and Alice quirk her head in curiosity. “I’m watching, too, y’know?”

He tightened his embrace, pulling her closer and resting his chin on her head. Even despite her words, his eyes were still planted on the left-hand screen. “I know.”

“It’s a little offensive you think you’d see anything I might miss.”

It was his turn to make an amused sound. “Forgive the offense. It’s just another measure. A safety net.”

“Not forgiven,” she leaned away and slid out of his lap. Before she could get too far, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, holding her in place.

“How can I earn your forgiveness?” He tried hard to fight the smile that was trying to twitch itself into existence as he pulled her back toward him.

“Hm,” Alice leaned forward, pretending to be thoughtful. She lifted her opposite arm and pushed his hair back and out of his face, letting her palm come to a rest against his cheek. Jasper let his eyes flutter closed as she closed the gap between them.

But before his lips could meet hers, she moved her cheek to the side, pressing it against his. When she spoke, her words were a stage-whisper. “Come hunting with me and Ness.”

Jasper leaned his head back and groaned, and when Alice finally swooped in to press a quick kiss to his face, he just barely missed grabbing her wrist again as she spun out of his reach.

“Only if you promise to run interference with Edward.”

“Oh, Edward we don’t have to worry about. The only person who’s going to be upset is Carlisle but he is currently still on the phone and we have,” she paused and focused for a split second, her emotions turning to static for an instant as she checked the future, “approximately one minute and thirty seconds before he hangs up the phone and comes to stop me.”

“What a coincidence, that’s the same amount of time it’s going to take me to find my shoes,” he joked, “I guess we’ll never make it out.”

The sound of shoes hitting his doorframe, bouncing against his door and knocking it open further was immediately followed by Esme shouting up the stairs.

“Please, Ness! Throwing shoes? Really?”

Renesmee called from the top of the stairs, just down the hall. “Sorry Gran! I’ll de-scuff the baseboards this week, I pinky promise!”

Jasper locked eyes with Alice. “How long was she waiting to do that?”

She ignored the question.“We’ll be back before Emmett and Rosalie land and before Edward and Bella get back.” Alice started walking backward as she spoke, smiling deviously toward him. Her confidence was so annoying sometimes.

He let his fingers fly across the keyboard for a few seconds. Then, he leaned forward and sighed as he shut the monitors off. “Worrywart,” he mocked the word as he stood up.

It wasn’t overkill. It was caution.

“C’mon,” Alice laughed, trying to be quieter now. Carlisle could absolutely hear them talking, and Jasper knew it was only his manners that prevented him from hanging up on the nurse on the phone and calling for their attention outright. “Hurry.”

Alice tossed him his shoes and then disappeared out of sight, down the stairwell where Ness was waiting in the foyer. The two laughed as he pulled his shoes on.

“Sorry, Carlisle,” Jasper spoke softly enough that Alice and Renesmee wouldn’t hear over their attempts at keeping their silly conversation subdued.

Jasper felt exasperated amusement as he made his way down the stairs and knew they’d be forgiven. It wasn’t his fault that Ness was spoiled rotten. Most of the people responsible for that weren’t even in the house.

They were barely across the yard when Alice spun, hopped lightly, and planted a quick kiss on his check, “You relax,” she commanded as if she could feel his reluctance from the brush of her lips against his skin alone. And honestly, maybe she could. Alice gave him a knowing look, her half-smile causing his own mirrored grin to form. “I’m always watching. You can have fun for a night.”

Then, she skipped ahead to catch up to where Renesmee was taking off into the darkness, directly away from town.

Renesmee hopped over an overturned log and spun to face Jasper and Alice. “What do you say you let me take down two elk?”

Jasper laughed in spite of himself. “Now you’re really trying to piss off your dad.”

She just shushed him and pushed her feet faster. Alice raced after her and Jasper trailed behind.

The moon was barely a slash in the sky tonight, the stars more visible than what the Cullens were used to in their more permanent residences. Boulder wasn’t a permanent home, but despite it being a transitory space, it left Jasper feeling more comfortable than usual.

Over a year away from a campus would do that for him.

Jasper closed his eyes, followed the footsteps running through the night ahead of him, and allowed himself to relax further as he did what came natural: giving himself over to his instincts.

As long as they were careful, smart, and always ready, they’d be alright.

#jalice #twilight fanfiction #alice cullen #jasper hale #even if you read the preview last week: this is the final ch1 draft so. maybe read this one #ive talked about this fic so much this summer that the word ROOTS doesnt even look like a real fucking word anymore. sos #happy bimbo monday bitches (affectionate)#roots

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negative-speedforce · 3 months

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Tell me one weird fact/hyperspecific detail about each of your OCs?

Siv: Was born (created?) with 6 fingers on her right hand, which Eobard had removed so that she'd be as normal-passing as possible, despite it being unneccesary.

Jay: Implanted a series of chips into his non-dominant hand in order to be able to control his wheelchair remotely using only hand signals

Cassandra: still only uses Facebook like some kind of grandmother

Hailey: Cannot be in proximity to Siv when she's in eldritch mode for too long because Siv's eldritch powers make it difficult for her to maintain her physical form.

Arya: Claims they have difficulty both reading and writing human languages, but they're actually just dyslexic

Ember: Has two teacup chihuahuas, named Gucci and Prada, that they carry around in a tiny pink handbag. Prada and Gucci pictured below-

Gina: Would have made valedictorian if she hadn't died at the end of the school year

Esme: Started her career as a model at 15, much to Eobard's disapproval.

Cat: Is wanted by the governments of 14 different countries for her hacktivism

Kyle: Has four bullet scars in his back from a particularly nasty situation in which he was helping an abuse victim escape her boyfriend. Needless to say, the shitty ex got electrocuted.

Max: Found out Siv was alive because they took the same pole dance class because he wanted to be able to give Kyle a very special birthday present

Eric: Spent most of his childhood and young adulthood under Apartheid, and has significant trauma from it, leading to him being very protective of his children

Jacob: Met Eric while on a study abroad trip to South Africa in college

Khalil: Watched his uncle disintegrate himself by overloading on magic and that's why he fears using his own

Antonio: Once killed 4 cops by telekinetically shattering the glass of several skyscrapers around him, and subconsciously creating a tornado of broken glass to protect himself

Reggie: Accidentally caused a week of panic for her parents when she tried to shadow travel for the first time and ended up getting stuck in the shadow realm, leading to her parents believing she had been kidnapped

Ameerah: Has been the victim of "Millenials and Gen Z can't read cursive" because the bank teller at a bank she wanted to rob couldn't read "This is a robbery".

Rania: Torched Eobard's lab after finding out what he had done, before confronting him. It was definitely a nice surprise for him to come back to, all of his life's work and research reduced to ashes.

Meredith: Built the text-to-speech/speech-to-text system that she uses to compensate for her deafness at the age of 8.

Kelsie: Has been mistaken for Poison Ivy due to her plant-based powers, despite Poison Ivy being literally GREEN.

Cory: Has a highly successful TikTok account where she posts about Decora-kei fashion, which is her primary source of income.

Director Hawke: Killed her daughter when she found out what she was doing, because she considered her a "deviant-sympathizer", whatever that's supposed to mean.

Torryn: Has both meta-powers (psychometry/seeing an object's past by touching it), and magic abilities, though they're quite weak, considering that his closest Witch ancestor was his 3rd great-grandfather.

Onnie: Despite being an extremely powerful speedster, she prefers to drive places, because most of her clothes are extremely expensive, and she doesn't want them to be destroyed.

Pippa: Goes through a villain arc because she is so sick of being walked all over due to her kind and forgiving nature (also a bit of Negative Speed Force corruption via Onnie might have a part to play in it)

Jessi: Has a net worth of nearly a billion dollars, from both legal activities (her music career) and illegal activities (being a mob boss)

Hyun-Ki: Is a classically trained countertenor, and can hit an A6 on a good day (plenty of warmup and sleep, lots of water, etc). However, he primarily uses his lower register to sing because he got bullied in high school for his voice.

Marie: Had her least favorite coworker assimilated because she was fed up with him constantly insinuating that she was a traitor or spy because she's half Romulan and got in deep trouble for that (it was totally worth it)

Liah: Was almost the first Cardassian Bollywood star, but chickened out and joined Starfleet because she hated the attention. She still occasionally performs for her coworkers.

Qiara: Learned how to harness starlight in order to supplement her own energy reserves because her powers are significantly weaker than the average Q

Soraya: Can't stand Ferengi, since they're always really creepy to her despite her being a starship captain.

Thalia: Spent 3 months institutionalized after killing her Master to save her squad, due to reckless choices including stealing and crashing the Chancellor's speeder on a whim

Reyna: Matchmade her former Master and the guy that her stepmom tried to force her to marry

Athena: Is still somewhat illiterate due to only learning to read when she was in her mid/late teens and managed to get her doctorate in biology by transferring all her textbooks onto audio files

Laila: Is a massive tea snob. Don't give her some crappy bargain tea, she will in fact kill you for that.

Pyrrha: Had to be taught how to swear due to her extremely controlled upbringing. A stormtrooper who said "heck" in front of her was subject to execution.

Aldrich: Speaks like the protagonist of a Bronte romance, due to being British and being turned during the Regency Era.

Samira: Her father, who is an Imam, was surprisingly supportive of her desire to marry a vampire, and married them in secret, because he would rather his daughter have a forbidden romance than be miserable because she couldn't marry the person she loved.

Matt: His joints are in worse shape than they probably should be, because his stepfather is EXTREMELY traditional and believes he can just macho his EDS away, putting him through intense training.

Vanessa: Is quite literally invulnerable (at least for the next few years) due to all the changes that Venator St. James did to her with his experiments, and needing time for her original DNA to reassert itself.

Dolores: Got a job at the Red Cross and had her fangs filed down so she could pass in normal society as human. She feeds on the rejected and expired blood bags, i.e. the donor had a bloodborne illness or it expired or something.

Sohelia: Despite her vampire heritage meaning that she would be naturally more vulnerable to sunlight, thanks to *melanin* from her mom's side, she's surprisingly resistant, and is only as vulnerable as your average Northern European person (aka steps in a sunbeam and gets a bad burn)

Victorie: Occasionally creeps people out with her usage of modern slang, which she technically shouldn't know because she's been isolating herself for 200 years, but knows because of her ability to dreamwalk

Kayla: Was fully conscious while committing all the atrocities that HYDRA forced her to do after capturing her post-CATWS, due to them forgoing the brainwashing and instead choosing to control her via an implanted chip

Dori: Is usually seen as unnaturally pretty/handsome (depending on which form they're in) because they used their shapeshifting abilities to rid themselves of any perceived flaws.

#ask revan #oc shit #practically-an-x-man

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khaotunq · 4 months

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Beloved Esme @itsallaboutbl tagged me (her post so u can see it done right) :))) thank you <3

Most popular / personal favs gifsets

I have published 222 gifsets this year, which is fun and possibly a bit insane. I've made gratuitous use of the archive feature so I've linked that on the weird chance anyone but me is interested in every set I've posted. (December link, and then scrolling down will take you back month by month)

As usual, I've done this entirely differently to how I imagine it's supposed to have been done (nobody else is doing numbers, for example), but I have no self control at all and I'm currently really fucking low so I'm concentrating on this to keep from The Thoughts :)

21 in January Most popular: the first of my First Kanaphan as Ryu in Wake Up Ladies sets, by a bit of a landslide. This did nothing until about summertime, at which point the notes went from about 150 to 700, lmao Personal fav: Akk (Eclipse): there's one dog that won't get to see me smile (immediately smiles) because that smile will always kill me (Honourable mention to this Ryu set because my own tags make me laugh, and this set that nobody liked but I can still hear)

17 in February Most popular: 2023 is the year of our Lord, Mark Pakin Personal fav: Jimbo, AKA: Moonlight Chicken's main character and there was also this because I'm a funny fuck

13 in March Most popular: Obnoxiously long real-to-me kiss gifset (Eclipse) Personal fav: Honestly probably the same as above, but perhaps S101: Tall being dragged by Tiny, and also Akk's hair looks excellent in those.

14 in April Most popular: S101: Do a barrel roll!Ayan Personal fav: wet Khaotung but also this progression of shots that nobody else liked (also, also this one because THE HUG ok i'm never ok about it)

10 in May (20 posts show up, but 10 of them are gifs/gifsets I sent in asks to Chiara) Most popular: Your World, My World Personal fav: Navigate edit because I'm still so pleased with it, though I think the 3rd gif's text should be brighter and I probably should've made the twinkling stars more obvious, and also the One Life edit for Akk I did because it's important to me and I spent so long making the text work... and I'm still not sure it does.

14 in June (16 show up for June but 2 are tutorially/gif process things) Most popular: Bold Gays: Ayan Personal fav: Enneagram Type 8: Sean but honestly all the Enneagrams were my favs they were fun, and I keep meaning to revisit the idea

23 in July (24 show up but one's a gif explanation) Most popular: Ray from the Only Friends official trailer Personal fav: Khaotung Thanawat personally coming for my throat or my continued slow breakdown over Sean or the first OFTS/SandRay edit I did with the original teaser trailer orrrrrrrrr Ayan being unable to keep his hands to himself

28 in August (hello, Only Friends and Eclipse Anniversary, lol) Most popular: Sand being a whole mood Personal fav: Ray mad in a car because it's still funny and also First Kanaphan's personal character arc

27 in September Most popular: Only Friends / Bad Buddy parallel that got me the most glorious threats <3 Personal fav: I can't pick. There's Ray's naa-ing, this single gif that lives in my head forever, the Brotherhood of the Travelling Bruise, and Sand AM/PM because thiiighs

17 in October Most popular: K H A O A L A (which is still the funniest thing I've ever said) Personal fav: SandRay calendar because I'm fucking proud of it, even if there are a thousand things I'd change about it now, but honestly all my sets for October were personal favs I enjoy all of them immensely. I really loved my SandRay Kesha edit. Mostly the first gif, but the rest were fun and only mostly maddening to make.

16 in November Most popular: Yok & Mond and their shared braincell Personal fav: Boston and Meredith Brooks

22 in December Most popular: Twins characters/tag yourself meme/still haven't figured out what my intent was behind this set but I'm glad everyone's having fun with it Personal fav: Bold Gays: Yok even though the yellow one makes me mad and I want to redo it, and also Alan because kfdsjkhgfdh

Tagging! As ever, feel free to ignore: @raypakorn @sollucets @chinzhilla @theedorksinlove @chickenstrangers @5racha @khaotungsfirst

#this was fun #i don't think i've grown as a gifmaker but it's been fun to see what nonsense i've gotten up to #this was a nice diversion #back to fighting my own brain now #so it is decreed #fun to see the most that's changed is how i do my watermarks lmao #and i've gotten bolder with colour #nobody tell me if the math doesn't work #got tagged!#adventures in gifmaking

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mackeydoodledoo · 1 year

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Burning Sun: Chapter 6

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You've seen her in the school halls, the cafeteria, anywhere really. You, for the longest time, hoped... Wanted to be noticed by Rosalie Hale. However, you give up when you realize it was getting you nowhere... Throughout high school and just some time after the high school years, Rosalie’s true feelings come to fruition.

Chapter Warnings: Semi-Angst, Slow-Burn Romance, Attempted Sexual Assault, Illegal Street Racing, Smoking, Drinking, Flirting

Chapter Theme: Famous Last Words - My Chemical Romance

Key: Italics = Thought, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Indent = Text Messaging, Bold/Italic = Flashback, “Words” = Thought, but out loud

A/n: None

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You went off to college like any other post-high school graduate. But, in actuality, it was to get away from Forks... And Rosalie...

"Can't believe you decided to stay in that shitty little town," You tease one of your friends over the phone, “With your photography skills, you could;d definitely start a small photography business over there.”

"You can't blame me, parents need someone running the diner nowadays," She sighs, "Besides, I need to understand business and financing to start my own photography business and build that portfolio."

“Okay, point taken,” You chuckle

“By the way, I heard about what happened between you and Rosalie outside of the movies a few weeks ago. You doing alright?” She asks

“Honestly... I don’t know,” You truthfully answer, “Like... It felt good to finally get all that pent up anger out on her but... I just...”

Your best friend listens on the other end as you try to figure out the ‘gaping hole’ feeling you were feeling deep in the bowels of your heart.

“Do I sense a continuing of harbored feelings towards Rosalie?” Your friend asks

“Hell no,” You lie

I... Don’t know...

“You’re definitely lying to me Y/n, you still harbor feelings for her,” She teases

"Hey no! Rosalie knew she wasn’t ready to be in a relationship and she didn’t communicate that to me and ended up leading me on, making me believe I had a chance to have her be my girlfriend," You groan, “She simply ghosted me. Even though we had times where we had our moments...”

"And you never called it official?" She asks

"Nope," You say, "It was never in discussion. We we're simply enjoying each others' company..."

"But... What was that stunt at the movies?" She asks

"No clue," You reply, "One point she wants nothing to do with me, next, she gets all jealous that I'm out with my friends and not her."

"Ooooh you picked yourself a fiesty one huh?" She teases you

"More like she pined for the hot headed bitch," You chuckle, "More like uh... Mutual pining... I guess..."

"Oh do I sense dormant feelings for Rosalie still y/n?" She asks, in such a tone your head shot towards your phone

"No!" You say, "She never liked me. That's that! I gotta go... My class starts soon..."

You hang up your phone and lean against the countertop. You let out a deep sigh before throwing stuff into your backpack before heading out from your apartment.

*Rosalie’s POV* Not a day went by when you thought about the day you saw Y/n last; at the movies with her friends. How she wasn’t all close with you... How she stood up to you... You also thought about back during Freshman year, how she was able to stand up to football players... Compared to your human life and your current life, she was the first person to ever make you feel... Anything... Whether it was happiness, safety... It was anything... And everything.

“Rosalie,” Carlisle calls

You were snapped out of your daydream as you hear your name.

“We’re going hunting,” He says

“I’m... Going to stay here,” You sigh, remaining on the couch

“Rosalie,” Esme comes to sit next to you, “This is the third time you haven’t gone hunting.”

“Carlisle is still willing to bring me food,” You scoff

“Rosalie, Esme’s right,” He follows to sit on your other side, “You need to come out hunting with us... This isn’t like you...”

“She's sulking about Y/n,” Edward says

“Will you butt out of my mind Edward?!” You turn to him, giving him the death glare

“Rosalie,” Carlisle kneels in front of you, “I’m sorry that you are hurting right now... But, hunting is the most important thing right now.”

“Jesus Rosalie sulk about it later,” Edward says

You get up from your chair and stride right up to him, “Read my damn mind one more time...”

You growl.

“Come on Rosalie, we need to hunt,” Alice tries to diffuse the situation

*Y/n’s POV* You just finished an assignment that was due the following night over your laptop.

Oh what to do now...

You look at your phone and clear any notifications you saw. However, just as you were about to put your phone back down, you see Rosalie’s name pop up.

Hey what are you doing right now?

Just finished an assignment that’s due for class tomorrow night.

Would you want to go out?

Rosalie... Last time we had ‘gone out’, you didn't say anything to me for the rest of the night and ghosted me for the last 2 years of high school. What’s going to be different this time?

I wanna take you to one of those underground car shows...

You let your thumbs hover over the digital keyboard... Wondering of how to respond...

I do want to unwind a bit and go out but... I don’t know how to feel since it’s Rosalie...

You have a cool car to show off?

Do I have a- Yes I do!

Wasn’t sure if you still had the other one you said your dad gave.

Been modifying it ever since. Where is it?

Seattle...

Holy- Okay... I’ll meet you there I guess...

Fortunately it was the weekend, you had no other plans; you were all caught up with your assignments and there was nothing but waiting for the weekend to begin.

Guess it wouldn’t hurt...

You look into your phone and Rosalie gas you the coordinates to the meeting spot.

However, once you pulled into the lot, and into an open spot... It was already overwhelming for you. You didn't know what to think.. Semi-fresh 18 year old at a car show...

Fun...

However, your eyes finally dart to a familiar blonde...

“Rosalie!” you call, beginning to make your way towards her

“Oh...” You sigh, seeing Rosalie with her ‘date’

You try to play it cool and hop onto the hood of your car, pulling out a vape pen, taking a hit from it but immediately breathing it back out; not inhaling it into your lungs.

“Y/n?” Rosalie spots you

Damnit...

You look up and see her coming towards you, her boy toy trailing behind her. You let out a grunt as she simply runs into your arms, acting as if you hadn’t seen each other in years...

It’s only been about a month...

“You move on quick,” You conclude, gently pushing her out of your embrace

“Oh.. Him? He's just-”

“Women like her need big strong men,” He concludes, flexing his muscles

Oh, god another ‘alpha male’....

“Don’t listen to him Y/n, I only showed up with him is because I was walking and he was the first to offer a ride...” She explains

“You could have told me to pick you up...”

“Y/n, you were four hours away from home,” Rosalie says

Did I say that out loud?...

It wasn’t too much longer when the realization hit that you were willing to drive four hours to pick up Rosalie for this... Event.

“If you're done with this lady Rose, I want to introduce you to my boys,” The mysterious man says

You watch as Rosalie’s expression flinches as the man grabs her by the wrist, seeing his grip on it; deadly... Tight... Unappealing.

Rosalie gives you a look... One you only recognized as ‘help me’ before your wounded pride and jealously-

Wait...

Am I- Jealous?...

took over and you only watched as Rosalie gets dragged off into the crowd of testosterone.

+*+

You had a couple of guys come ask you about your car; hopping off of the hood to pop it open for them to see the engine you’ve been modifying: it was your senior year project. Obviously, you aced it.

“I told you she was a looker,” A familiar voice echoes through your mind

Your head shot up after hearing it; but the crowd...

How?...

You hop off the hood of your car and begin tracing the steps towards the voice.

“Y/n...” Another familiar, but feminine voice calls out to you

“Rosalie...” Your mouth mutters

your body began moving through the crowd of men (at least majority of the crowd were male), trying to find one blonde female...

Iridescent eyes... Skin that sparkled in the sunlight...

The crowd parts to reveal Rosalie’s location. Almost immediately you walk into her direction, that damned attractive smile as she watches you approach her.

You shake your head out of your little fantasy as you continue trying to search for her.

“Rose...” Your voice calls, your legs breaking out into a run

“Y/n...” Her voice echoes

“Rose!” Your voice raises in decibels

Once you pushed through the sea of people, you see her and the guy she showed up with attempting to press himself against her... You could easily read her face that she was uncomfortable and looking for a way out.

“R-Rose!” You call out, your legs picking up the pace

*Rosalie’s POV* Your head turns to the direction of Y/n’s voice, as you see her briskly walk up to the man.

“Hey!” A voice screams

Both you and the stranger man look to the origin of the voice. y/n was approaching the both of you faster than your mind can process what was going on until you found yourself feeling weightless.

“What the hell?!” the guy holds his jaw

“Read her face dumbass,” She gestures to your scared expression, “She clearly doesn’t want any of your advances.”

“Oh and you think she wants anything to do with you?!” He asks, striding up to her, clearly an attempt to impress you and intimidate her

“No,” She replies, “But, it’s clear harassment on your part buddy.”

“Yeah?” He asks, looking down at you, “What will you do about it runt?”

“We have all of these cars,” She says, smirking, “Why don't we have a race?”

You immediately jump in front of y/n, staring up at her.

“Don’t do it Y/n,” You beg, “Let’s just leave.”

*Y/n’s POV* You were actually considering it... Considering it was coming from Rosalie Hale. And the look she gave you is one of many that you couldn’t resist. You were in the process of reaching for her hand until you saw her being ripped from your arm.

“She ain’t going anywhere unless you race,” The guy smirks

“Fine,” You say, walking back up to him, “Let’s race then.”

+*+

The both of you pull up to the end of the street...

“Course is easy,” The flag woman explains, “Race through the abandoned warehouse, and back.”

As you start your engine, you see someone approaching your window.

“What Rosalie?” You ask

“You still have a chance to back out,” She says

“And let you go home with him?” You scoff, “Not a chance.”

“So you’ll be able to do that?” She asks, scoffing as well

“More like keeping you out of something you may regret later,” You counter argue

She stands and takes a few steps away from the two cars.

“On your marks...”

Engines rev...

“Get set...”

The flag girl raises the flag above her head...

“Go!”

The flag comes down.

Immediately the both of you slam on the gas, sailing down the open road. You felt the pit of your stomach hit the back of your body... God it felt thrilling. However, your euphoria feel was short-lived as you saw the guy’s car speeding forward.

Ahh, guy uses some boosters huh... Bad idea... HIs type of car can only handle so much before it begins to falter.

You shift your eyes over for a second to see what the guy was going to attempt to do in order to intimidate you...

“I’m’ going to win!” He yells

You shift your gear for smoother sailing through the street. Thank god for construction for repairing the roads. You hear an engine beginning to sputter. However, you were still cruising smoothly. But, when you look into the rearview mirror, the guy’s car was lagging behind.

You cross the finish line and then do a donut.

“Guy’s ass got beat by a female!” One of his friends teases him

You look to Rosalie’s direction, as she smiles, tucking hair behind her ear.

As you take the trophy from the flag girls’ hands, sirens blared... Everyone was in a state of panic and began either: running away or hopping into their cars to drive away.

Rosalie was about to turn to the guy she showed up with however, he was already in the process of getting into his vehicle and driving off. Her next objective was to search for you however, she was beginning to assume that you driven off without her.

As the police sirens blared, you were hopping into your drivers seat to escape, however, you call out to Rosalie to get in as the sirens closed in. But, she didn’t move an inch.

“Rosalie get your cute ass in my car now!” You yelp

You grab her bridal style and pull her into your lap as you shut the door, finally getting the chance to hit the gas, dashing your way out.

It wasn’t long until Rosalie realizes the situation. Immediately she wraps her arms around your neck to prevent being flung around as you made tight turns. No cops were on your tail but you had to make sure that you were at a decent distance from the area so you could drive back to your apartment peacefully.

“You okay?” You ask, with a tense tone

“More importantly, are you okay?” She asks, “You sound tense...”

“Well, trying to evade cops at the age of 18 is not the most fun thing to experience if they catch you,” You sigh in frustration

*Rosalie’s POV* You could hear her rapid heartbeat... Hell, you could even feel it...

“’cute ass’?” You ask, smiling

“Shut up,” She replies, not letting her eyes veer away from the road ahead

*Y/n’s POV* The both of you walk into your apartment, trophy in hand, a blonde woman trailing behind you.

“Not what I expected to have in my apartment,” You joke, placing the trophy on your desk

You look to where Rosalie was and she comes walking back in with a first aid kit.

“Sit,” She sighs, “I can’t believe you simultaneously took on three guys... And won.”

“Don’t think I can hold my own in a street fight?” You ask

“No, but, just simply surprised,” Rosalie answers

You watch her kneel in front of you, looking at you intently; a bashed cheekbone was what she was looking at. But, when her finger trickles across your cheek... That familiar coldness you felt when you tried to warm up Rosalie during her sleepover party...

“You’re still cold,” You say, taking your hand into hers, “Here...”

Rosalie stops patching your busted cheek as she takes in the warmth of your hand. Despite that it won’t ever warm you.

“I’m fine Y/n,” She says

She pulls her hand away from yours and continues to patch up your wounds.

“Th-There,” She says, “Patched up.”

Your face nearly eats your bedsheets as you attempt to lean into her touch. She stands, but the awkward silence greets the both of you.

“I’m going to head out... Since... Carlisle is most likely expecting me home... Eventually,” She says

She turns her back to you, beginning to head for the door, rather quickly.

“No you’re not leaving at a time like this,” You say, catching up to her

Your hand slams on the door, closing it just as she opens it. Rosalie knocks her back into the door, looking up at you as you hover over her; a hunter stalking its prey.

“It’s dangerous out here in the middle of the night,” You explain, “I’ll drive you home first thing in the morning. I’ll tell Carlisle you and I got back to my place really late.”

*Rosalie’s POV* This was how the man was attempting to kiss you... However, with Y/n... The atmosphere was different... She as calm... Not-so demanding, willing to give you an option... The thinning air between the both of you was wearing thin...

Not that air mattered to you anyway... But, the tension, lack of oxygen... Everything was thinning out...

“Stay...” She says, gently begging, “Please...”

Her breath after saying ‘please’ trickled against your cold lips. Part of you wanted to kiss her. Your head unconsciously nods as she begins following you back into her place.

*Y/n’s POV* Dude, what are you doing?! Having the girl who played you stay in your apartment?! You’re unbelievable...

You’re not sure what’s coming over you. But, it was like how you were willing to see Rosalie, despite that she’s hurt you. Like... You weren’t willing to hurt her. Albeit you did weeks ago, but, that was the only time...

“Are you sure?” She asks, “I- I don’t want to be a burden...”

No.

“Yeah,” You lie to yourself

She brushes past you and into your apartment; drinking in the supposed scenery.

“It's not much,” You say

“But it’s nice,” She replies, “Could fit two people...”

“Yeah, no,” You sigh, “But, tonight is an exception.”

You pout out the extra length of the couch to set up the couch bed for yourself.

“What are you doing?” Rosalie asks, “The bed can fit the both of us.”

I’m used to sleeping by myself, so just take it for what it is,” You tell her

+*+

You wake up to your alarm; for you to do anything regarding school. But, the last thing you were expecting was a woman still sleeping in your bed. You get up from the couch to check on Rosalie. Her back was turned to you.

Sunlight peeked through the cracks of the blinds. However, as soon as you tucked hair behind her ear, you wince in pain.

Damn sun...

But, it wasn’t the sun... You look down again and see little sparkles upon Rosalie’s skin.

Beautiful...

You nearly jump as you watch her stir. Since you were already up and awake, you decided to make yourself breakfast.

“Y/n?” Rosalie’s sleepy voice calls out to you

“I’m here Rose,” You reply

“What time are we heading back?” She asks

“Whenever you want,” You say, “We can go now if you want.”

“Not now, I was just wondering.” She sits up in your bed, “I was thinking that I wanted to stick here for a little while.”

“Hmmm,” You hum, “How long is... Awhile?”

“As long as you’re willing to give me,” She answers

It is the weekend...

“Well, I did notice that I do need to restock my kitchen, care to join me?” You ask

“Sure,” She replies, smiling

+*+

The both of you walk side by side as you walk through the isles, figuring out what you need for the week.

“If you want anything, let me know,” You say, reaching for instant noodles

“Oaky,” She replies

*Rosalie’s POV* You couldn’t find the words to make a conversation again with her... The only thoughts you had were the gentle feeling of her the night before.

“Please...”

The way it bounced right off of your lips.

“Rose,” A voice brings you out of your impure thought

You look up at Y/n and notice her staring...

“What?” You ask

“I’ve gotten everything, do you want anything?” She asks, offering once more

“I’m okay,” You reply

+*+

There was a break in the day where Y/n was simply sitting at her table, laptop in front of her.

“You want to go out tonight?” She asks, her eyes not wavering form her laptop

“Are you asking me on a date?” You ask, attempting to hide a smile

“We’ll see how tonight ends up,” She chuckles

With time she finally finishes up her computer work.

“Hey do you have anything I could possibly wear tonight?” You ask

“No, why? Impressing some guy?” She asks

“More like a girl,” You chuckle

“It’s not me is it?” She asks, chuckling

It is... It always fucking is...

“Not you either,” You lie, “I just don’t want to be smelling like gasoline.”

“Fair, I may have something but can’t guarantee it, get in here,” She calls you over

You walk over to her as she steps aside, allowing you to walk into the supposed closet.

“Technically this was meant to be the room but I was not about to move all of my bedding into here,” She explains, “Besides, I don’t have ay roommates.”

“None of your friends came here?” You ask

“Well, they are going to school in the fall, I’m here early,” She says, “Plus, I wanted to have a place of my own first.”

You nod as you take a step into the makeshift closet.

*Y/n’s POV* You hear your closet door opening, you look up and see Rosalie in one of your nicer tops, and pants.

“It’s a little odd that we have a similar body sizes,” Rosalie checks herself out

The fact was it was hugging Rosalie a little tighter than you would have liked to see.

“You look good,” You mumble under your breath, looking downward at the floor

You hear her walking over, slightly giggling to herself.

“Why don't you go put on something to impress me?” She smiles

Your head instinctively nods as you walk into your closet to put on something other than your pajamas.

You throw on one of your crop tops and a pair of ripped jeans, topping it with a flannel.

You step out from the closet space. Rosalie on her phone.

“You ready?” You clear your throat

She looks up from her phone, a smile protruding across her porcelain skin.

“Took you long enough,” She chuckles

You scoff at her remark as you grab a pair of shoes near the doorway.

+*+

The both of you walk into the coffee shop as a group of familiar faces look at you both.

“Well look who showed up!” One of them announces

You pull out a seat for Rosalie before yourself.

“Ms. Beat the big bad guy in a street race,” Another leans into the table, whispering

“I went because Rosalie wanted me there,” You explain, “I raced to save her ass from that ‘big bad guy’ you describe.”

“You also did it so it would hurt him,” She snickers

“Right in the dick,” You snicker with her

*Rosalie’s POV* “Yeah, I’ve been settling in fine and the classes are normal,” Y/n explains to her friends

“Agh, sorry guys, I have to bounce,” One of her friends announces, “Mom needs me in early for family business.”

“Drive safe,” Y/n tells them

You lay your head against Y/n’s shoulder. It wasn’t because you were exhausted or anything. You physically no longer could become tired. But, you wanted to just feel Y/n.

To your surprise Y/n didn’t shake you off, but she was still conversing with her other two friends. As if she was going through with your little act. Despite that it wasn’t an act.

You wanted Y/n to notice you like she did those four years prior to the moment.

“Rosalie what have you been up to since graduation?” Her friend asks

“Hmm?” You ask, lifting your head off of Y/n’s shoulder

“Other than that one street racing thing legit last night, what have you been up to prior to that?” She repeats her question

“Just been at home,” You answer

“You’re... Not going to college?” She asks

“Not everyone has to go to college,” Y/n sighs

“It’s common that most high school graduates do but, it was simply a genuine question Y/n,” They explain to her

“College isn’t for me,” You answer

“Absolutely fair,” They reply, “Just a curious thought, I thought you and Y/n didn’t end on such good terms?”

“Let’s call it a truce for right now,” Y/n looks at you

“Can I take you ladies for a ride back to my place?” A mysterious man comes up to your table

He offers his hand to Y/n, and y/n in particular. Boiling whatever was inside of you.

You immediately stand up and insert yourself between Y/n and the man.

“I’m pretty sure the woman can answer for herself,” He gestures to Y/n

“And SHE says no,” Y/n stands from her seat, “I think it’s best if you leave...”

Y/n inserts herself between you and the man.

“I’m pretty sure I was asking you, and not... Blondie over here.” He explains

*Y/n’s POV* You take note of the pause he took before saying Rosalie’s hair color.

“Don’t insult her,” You growl, “Now, let me repeat myself. And I know damn well I hate repeating myself... Best if you leave pal. Don’t want things to get ugly...”

“One way or another it will,” He smirks

In an instant he grabs your arm. However, Rosalie’s grip on you was stronger, she shoves him back, knocking him into a table.

“Whoa hey Rosalie, it’s fine okay, we’ll go okay?” You try to calm her down, “You too...”

You gesture to your remaining friends, “You two text me when you get home...”

Just as your friends pass the commotion the man straightens himself out and attempts to grab at your arm again.

But Rosalie... It was like she became something else entirely. She grabs him by his mere fist and holds it. You could see the expression change on him as his usual smug expression turns to hurt... Scared even.

“Rosalie, let’s just go,” You attempt to get her to let go, “He isn’t worth it. Look at him

She does...

*Rosalie’s POV* A scared man...

You smirk to yourself as you finally give a plea to Y/n’s request... You take a step away from the man but Y/n remains, kneeling

*Y/n’s POV* “Now don’t insult her ever. Again,” You growl at him

You stand onto your feet and follow Rosalie out of the coffee shop, leaving its patrons and the man dumbfounded.

+*+

You let Rosalie into your place before stepping inside, throwing the door shut.

“What is up with you?!” You ask, “You almost lost your shit tonight!”

“Don't blame me for being over protective of you,” She scoffs

“I don’t need protection,” You say, “I can well handle myself in a fight.”

“That isn’t the point, those guys weren’t other human beings,” She explains

“So what were they?” You ask, “Because they looked human to me.”

“They're like me,” She says

The air around thickened...

“How so?” You ask

Chapter 7

#Rosalie Hale #Rosalie Hale x Reader #rosalie hale imagine #rosalie twilight #twilight saga #female reader

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countessofravenclaw · 9 months

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Connections between the Roller Crew and the Studio Gang in my post-canon universe

León and Simón are cousins from their mothers' sides. They saw each other occasionally as kids, but not as often since Leon lived in BA since his mom kind of followed his dad there during the early days of their relationship. They kind of reconnect maybe a year before Simon's wedding and start texting. After Simón and Àmbar get married the Roller band collaborates with All Four You. Violetta and León often come to see Ivory and Esme, and occasionally even babysit the girls

Matteo and Federico are second cousins from Matteo's mom's side. They lose touch once his mother dies and Matteo started moving around. They reconnect in 2022 (more on that lower) and Matteo does do a collaboration with All four you as well.

Matteo tries out for Eurovision 2022 Eurovision for Italy, and befriends a fellow Italian musician during the auditions, Francesca. Fran is the one to make the connection between Matteo and Federico (since they do look alike). Matteo and Fran end up doing multiple collaborations together. She and Fede also perform at Luna and Matteo's wedding in 2025.

Gastón works for German's engineering combany: Castillo Corporation, so he and Nina end up attending a lot of parties and charity events due to that. Violetta and Leon also often attend them, they become quite friendly with each other and often hang out at the events together. Gastón and Nina end up being invited to Violetta and Leon's wedding and if I end up going the route that Gastón becomes the CEO of Castillo Corporations (I am not sure of that headcanon yet, It is either that or full-time professor at a university), it will be due to Violetta's endorsement as the future owner of the company. Leon and Gastón also bond over having their ladies being into wearing wigs and tricking them.

Violetta and Francesca are also huge fans of Nina's books, Fran lets Matteo hear it when she finds out that her favorite author is the wife of his best friend. Both of them become celebrity ambassadors for the books and they commission Nina to write a duet for the in the future

Delfi ends up directing music videos for couple of Studio Gang members

Everyone who does music from the Roller crew counter Broduey at some point for choreo

Jim and Yam courtesy of their careers, end up working some time frames at the studio, so they end up working with Ludmila (if anyone remembers my headcanon about Ludmila being the one ending up working to the studio, after career-ending injury)

#Soy Luna #Gastina #Simbar #Lutteo #Pelfi #Leonetta #Fedemila #Diecesca #Everything is connected #Violetta #Soy Luna x Violetta #Crossover

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songoftrillium · 9 months

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❄️ if you're still taking these? :3

I am still taking these! Here is an excerpt from Esme Leaping-Ghost's journals. She is an ethnobotanist that managed to forge the unsteady peace that exist between Sept of the Trillium Glade and the rest of the Garou Nation, and a large portion of this book is written with her narrative voice. Here's her first impressions when arriving in Seattle:

From the Personal Journals of Esme Leaping-Ghost

Date: October 5, 1964 Location: 3:00 AM PST. Sept of the Swift Waters, Snoqualamie, WA Conditions: 43F, overcast, windy. New moon

We arrived and are staying at Julie’s aunt’s; we’re all spread throughout her bungalow like a hostel at the moment. Julie says it’s a dry fall, but that it comes and goes every couple years of warm and cool winters. All the same, I can still see moss growing out of every shaded seam exposed to rainfall here. Stacie is way friendlier than Julie makes her out to be, but I can see her friendliness getting overwhelming quick. Stacie’s library is a converted bedroom, stacked floor to ceiling with books, all written by women from all walks of life covering a range of topics from farming manuals to pulp romance novels. Naturally, I had to sleep here. Julie insisted on sleeping on the couch. In her own home! I don’t understand the hospitality, but I think it’s more a Pacific Northwest thing. Despite the size, She’s both rather timid and disarmingly bold, and I can’t quite pin her down. I don’t think I’ll ever get a more candid window into her mind than I am seeing now. I imagine her hiding away here, nose buried in…”Katherine V. Forrest”? I don’t think I’ve heard of her. Then again, I wouldn’t have taken her to be a reader anyways. That’s meaner than I meant it to sound. She just always seemed so rough-and-tumble to be patient enough to read. The mind wanders, fantastrophizing what hidden worlds can be found in her imagination all the same. Reflecting on the failure of the opened moon bridge, I admit I’m a little relieved to be driving to Trillium. I get queasy on the moonbridges; worse than flying. For all its show and immediacy, it’s so hard to get a feel for a place by being “dropped in”, anyways. Stepping outside, fir needles the color of pennies rained on me in a cold breeze. Entering the Pacific Northwest feels like breathing air for the first time. I was expecting muggy warm humidity, the air is cold and somehow crisp, like the things that make the air feel so heavy elsewhere are weighed down by last night’s rain here. I smell fungus growing nearby. Stacie insisted on making us an early morning breakfast and is loaning us her van for the trek. Rutgers and Taylor said they packed something for them to eat on the road, and the rest of us had biscuits and gravy, and lots of coffee. There’s still not enough room for all of us, so Seb and Caeli will be driving behind us in Julie’s Pinto. That's just as well, despite Julie's assurances, Caeli is absolutely insufferable.

Feel free to ask me more questions!

#world of darkness #werewolf: the apocalypse #dead mountain #world building

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nuka-cherries · 1 year

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Namora: "Are you serious?! Why would you yield?! Shuri almost killed you!"

Namor, whilst painting fanart of him and Shuri:

#namor x shuri #esme makes a text post #you can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands #black panther #tenoch huerta namor #namora #namor

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emcads · 2 years

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aside from her noblewoman guise and her pirate garb, Esme is also mentioned to have dressed herself as a cabin boy at one point while finding out that Jack ran off with the rogues. the age-old pirate trick of hiding one’s true gender!

I don’t know if she’d make a particularly convincing cabin boy and as such it probably isn’t a disguise she’d make frequent use of (especially after becoming a captain), but it’s interesting to me that her “personas” seem to range from feminine to masculine to the sort of in-between that is her pirate outfit, and I’d love to hear your thoughts on this 👀

YES i think you hit the nail on the head in regards to her pirate outfit being an in-between; it’s a very typical, extravagant pirate getup that goes all the way back to johnson’s illustrations, and while it is feminine, i think of it in the same way that i think of Hook’s ensemble as feminine : the same long, curly, scented hair, golden embroidery, extravagant feathers, etc (“a touch of the feminine, as in all the great pirates”). and she is cross-dressing in a way that would ordinarily affront the european sensibilities, you only have to read bainbridge’s drunken rant and godly offense at her wearing trousers to get a sense of that. she fits comfortably in the skin of someone who has both masc and femme attributes, much like jack’s description of her hands: she doesn’t bemoan the unladylike calluses, but she tends to her hands to make them look nice, and keep them soft on the back. I do often think of that post regarding cis people who have investigated their gender, and created for themselves an idea of what being that gender looks like comfortably for them ; Esmeralda would make pirate society more comfortable if she fully embraced masculinity, and she would make landed society more comfortable if she fully embraced femininity. she loves the idea of herself as a woman, but she’s not checking very many contemporary boxes in terms of performing it “correctly” or to meet the “ideal woman” standard.

in terms of the cabin boy disguise specifically, you’re right again that i don’t think she could pull it off very well and thus wouldn’t necessarily resort to it as a disguise very much ; while her height is helpful, esme boasts several attributes that makes completely masquerading as another gender difficult. although i will say, if she was wearing her stays, with a buttoned up waistcoat + cravat combo, and a long early 18th century waistcoat going past her hips ? not impossible, so it might be easier for her to pass in a society setting than a pirate one –– bare breasts and ankles all the way and all that. as a younger pirate it would have been even easier for her, which is probably where she picked up the habit ( or at least, the idea ) of stealing the boy’s clothes –– i imagine there were several occasions in her youth where she gave don rafael the slip, and he didn’t even notice because he sees what he wants to see. but i don’t think its success as a disguise prevents her from being comfortable in it –– let’s just say, basic of basic, the cabin boy just had a shirt and breeches, maybe a bandana and a vest. this is much closer to what she’s wearing on a regular, day to day basis on venganza ( i think she’s only putting on dresses if she’s playing hostess, or visiting someone ) and moreover what she’ll resort to for comfort even in non shipboard situations where she’s relaxing and not being social. not as the cabin boy persona specifically, of course, but a general masculine resting state.

in short the whole range is performative to varying degrees, she’s playing dress up as a captain just as much as she is as a spanish lady or the cabin boy, i don’t think there’s anything in the text to suggest that she’s more comfortable in women’s clothes just because she’s a woman, but she rather that she is comfortable in women’s clothes and men’s, and while she enjoys masculinity she doesn’t reject femininity or deride it. she likes to get dressed up and look cute but this applies almost as equally to her hyper feminine performances as it does her masculine ones, and if you don’t believe me just think about how hot she would be in a loose white shirt and a pair of breeches.

#flameandignite #✘; LETTERS ( answered )#✘; I HAVE SEVENTY TWO EXAMS AND I HAVE NOT STUDIED FOR ONE ( ooc )#this is a word vomit i hope somewhere in here is what ur looking for lizzy #i'll have to think on this more but this made me interested in what esme thinks of as performing gender beyond clothing #because there are certain parts of tpof where she rejects being cast into the feminine role when jack court's her - like rowing the boat #i.e. i'm not a woman i'm a pirate #but i think overall she views herself entirely separate to ''men'' particularly the men of the venganza #and she longs for women's company like marie's and amenirdis'#she's closer to jack but this is also because he's also in a kind of genderblurring boundary #i'm pulling facts out of my ass here but i think the contemporary gender divide was Mostly based on public vs. private/domestic #so when she becomes a captain she certainly moves More towards public on the spectrum. but you could also say that running a ship is not #entirely unlike contemporary feminine roles in keeping a house - keeping it stocked and managing its staff #like i said this is another post for another day but i am Musing

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jcmarchi · 5 months

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