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chumpovodir · 3 months

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Man I have so many Thoughts about Hector and Julia

Like. In a vacuum, they'd be cute together, right? Hector is kind and considerate to her. Julia is a little irriverent, but also cares about him and helps him through his journey. They can relate to each other, as outcasts, as people who knew Isaac, as people who have lost a dear one.

But man everything else around them ensures that a hypothetical relationship between them would be fucked up lmao. Hector just went on a rampage to avenge her recently dead lover - he's so dedicated and devoted, can he truly move on so easily? Julia just so happens to look like her - would Hector see her as her, or as a mockery of Rosaly? She's also Isaac's sister, with all that it entails. And then there's what Hector is for Julia...

The thing is, can he be considered Isaac's killer? That's ambiguous. What killed Isaac: being slashed by Hector's sword while his body was inhabited by Dracula's soul, or the ritual itself? I suspect Isaac died the moment Death put Dracula's soul inside him. If that's the case, Hector is not the direct cause of Isaac's death. But... Julia asked Hector to please save Isaac, and only kill him if there was no other choice. Hector didn't care. He did sympathize with her sadness, but then the cursed thoughts took hold of him again, and he kept insisting that Isaac had to die by his hand. He never tried to take a pacifist option, even after he realized that with his power he could nullify the Curse. By the time he put two and two together, Isaac's fate was already sealed.

So imagine from Julia's perspective. Hector reassures her that only he can "dispel the vile curse": this might make her hope that Isaac could be saved. An hour or so later, she sees his corpse abandoned on the floor, and Hector ready to die under the crumbling castle. He managed to save himself and Wallachia, but not her big brother.

I do believe part of her, in her grief, would blame Hector for not doing enough. But she would never express it, because if there's one thing that's certain about Julia, is that she represses a lot.

I think they'd stay friends. They'd be able to joke around and visit each other and maybe even open up to each other. But the ghosts of Rosaly and Isaac would always hang between them. Yes, it's complicated, and messy, and bittersweet.

(and hey, the ending of the game only shows Hector going to live with her. Nothing says they'd have to be together lol. Or that Hector won't be able to find himself a new arrangement later on.)

thoughts so Huge™ tumblr wouldn't dare show me this ask notification 'til i got back on desktop lmao

The thing is, can he be considered Isaac's killer? That's ambiguous

it's funny because even if Hector did spare Isaac, he really had no reason to after making that mistake the first time, in PtR, which arguably kicks off the whole chain of events in the first place

I do believe part of her, in her grief, would blame Hector for not doing enough. But she would never express it, because if there's one thing that's certain about Julia, is that she represses a lot.

oh, absolutely. she'd know it wouldn't be fair to begrudge Hector after putting his life on the line, doing Trevor's job for him, and basically saving the entirety of Wallachia by breaking the curse, all the while suffering from his own loss. what are her own personal desires to see her only living relative spared, compared to acting for the greater good, right? i see her as the kind of person that never complains about her lot in life, which is how she managed to survive living on the fringes of society without growing a misanthropic bone about it like Isaac did.

and yeah, honestly it's just such a disservice to relegate her to the new love interest. rosaly at least got fleshed out as her own person in both the mangas, but we don't get much insight to julia's character or how she feels about everything that went down. to make matters worse, it seems like the fanbase doesn't see much value in her so there's so little, if any, fanworks that feature her POV

#castlevaniaposting

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inexorcble · 1 year

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@gcldcnhour ; one muse gets hurt trying to help the other which leads to an argument, resulting in the one who was being protected to proclaim how much they care about the injured party.

Life aboard the ship was perfect. It was half a year since the unfortunate incident, as she called it, when she was unceremoniously dumped on the deck and introduced to the rapscallion life. After proving her worth, she was overjoyed to be part of the crew. She was even able to return home for a period before returning to her friends. Rosalie learned about human food from the cook, human history from the sailing master, and everything else from Denver. It was marvelous.

Up until they were attacked by bandits, a quarter of the crew incapacitated by brutal beatings, and Rosalie was about to be taken aboard their ship by their vile captain. She was knocked unconscious but when she came to, Denver's bloody face was hovering over hers and the other ship was gone. She only found out what happened the next week when she overheard the boatswain.

Rosalie cornered Denver after failing to get him to talk to her. She pushed him into a cabin and stood in front of the door with her arms crossed. "You promised you wouldn't lie to me, and you're doing it! You're lying to me, Denver, when you said that you wouldn't!" She took a step forward. "You moved out of line because they were taking me. Jack told me everything. Why wouldn't you tell me when I asked what happened?"

#//i was watching the new ted lasso while typing this so idk if it makes sense i was glued to the tv iykyk #r.m. * starter #Rosalie x Denver #gcldcnhour #closed starter.

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beevean · 5 months

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Rosaly: Finds Hector, gives him a place to be after he flees from Dracula and helps him heal; Julia: Helps Hector heal from the pain of losing Rosaly and helps him move on; Lenore: Beats him and rapes him. And yet, thanks to Netflixvania simply being more popular than CoD, Lenector is his biggest straight ship (I honestly don't know how any of his non-straight ones compare to it) to the point where I'm not even sure he has ship names with Rosaly and Julia

Hectaly is a tag. I checked it, and aside from my posts (lol), there are some posts made by people who were sure that Rosaly would appear in S4. oh those sweet summer children.

Helia doesn't exist, because no one ships them 😂 I wish I could, because I like their chemistry and the potential scenario of them bonding through their grief... but the circumstances of Julia looking like Rosaly and also being Isaac's sister and Hector wanting to kill Isaac in cold blood and indirectly causing his death are too uncomfortable for them to have a healthy relationship. Man :( I just want them to be besties. I love imagining Julia teasing Hector Isaac-style lol

(as for the non-straight ships, the two versions of Isaactor are by far the most popular ones, even more so than Lenector. Then there's N!Hectorcard. Hectorcard is mildly popular in Japan, from what I've seen. The others count as rarepairs :P)

Anyway. I have just finished writing to my friends a breakdown to explain why their sex scene is actually vile rape on Lenore's part (I can share if people are interested! I don't want to come off as obsessed lmao). It just... boggles my mind that shippers gloss over it, because they happen to have decent chemistry and parallels in S4. Y'all really think the writers did them dirty because they didn't live happily ever after????? the absolute fuck??????????????? WHY DO YOU THINK A RAPE VICTIM SHOULD HAVE LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER WITH HIS RAPIST Y'ALL SOUND LIKE THE PEOPLE WHO OPPOSED FRANCA VIOLA

It makes me sick. This is not hyperbole. I don't want to judge shippers because hey, whatever, you can't judge morality based on ships, but jesus christ I have not met a single Lenore fan/Lenector shipper that didn't try to bridge the contrast between S3 and S4 with some of the most nauseating rape apologism I've seen in the wild. I have more respect for those who say "idc lenore is hot", at least it's honest in its shallowness.

And then my poor girl Rosaly, who represents the best of humanity, who gave Hector hope and a reason to live on after his traumatic past, who appreciated my man for being kind and helpful and not just because he's handsome (although also because of that lol girl has great taste), is relegated to "that killed chick" that Hector gets over in a few days, because only five people read the CoD prequels. Life is so cruel.

Have some cuties, as a treat <3:

(i am the lil spidey on hector's head)

#anti netflixvania #i feel insane #i feel gaslighted #like. i actually like the concept of lenector in s4 #i do! jailer and victim bonding because they are actually nice people who get mistreated by their companions #the nature of being a vampire and the nature of being a human #lenore choosing to look at hector in her last moments #there is the potential for a genuinely tragic love story!#but i have this tiny flaw that prevents me from forgiving rape and abuse :^)

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ccaliforniagirls · 9 months

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Rosalie boobs and lips are vile 💀

the only good thing about her is that in a Q&A she admitted to having surgery

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felixschokehold · 1 year

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Disclaimer: List is due to change over time as new things are learned about each character.

Bias|Favorites

Ultimate Bias: Felix of the Volturi

He is TALL.

He has very little scenes in the books/movies but the back story I’ve given him and literally just my own story of him has made me very attached to him.

I also love Daniel Cudmore as Felix and I am perpetually Dead^TM.

Cannot help but to love fictional homicidal men.

Edward Cullen

Edward (and Bella) call to my BPD/bipolar so fucking hard. I understand the obsession. The mania. The self hatred. The lack of confidence in someone loving you because you don’t feel “good enough”.

Love the vigilante vampire side story. Homicidal? Check. Justified killings? Double check. Love it. Living for it.

Leah Clearwater

An absolute badass.

She deserved much better.

Demetri of the Volturi

In the books he’s also Tall.

In the movies he’s very charming and funny (i.e. shoving Felix to hoard food).

I feel very sorry for him since Aro literally kidnapped him from Amun’s coven.

Emmett Cullen

Everyone’s fave himbo.

Felt very protective of Bella as a brother very early on (Midnight Sun describes this during driving away from the baseball scene).

Marcus of the Volturi

His entire life was ruined by Aro and I feel so sorry for him.

He had the greatest love of all time and it was ripped from him.

Is absolutely done with everything and is ready to die at any moment. Mood.

Jane and Alec

Literally just two innocent children.

Aro also basically ruined their life and turned them without their consent (afaik).

Forcefully bound and kept content by Aro.

So much pity for them. My children.

Paul

Anger issues. Same.

Have you seen him?

Indifferent

Alice Cullen

Continuously and borderline obnoxiously tries to force Bella into her own picture of femininity.

Literally is okay with loving a non-repentant Confederate soldier.

She is nice but just kind of rubs me the wrong way ig.

Carlisle Cullen

Created his own “family” without any consent from them as they lay dying.

Sam Uley

Seems like a hardass, but was probs just trying to be a leader and do what was best.

Esme Cullen

She is wholesome but not my cup of tea.

Some motherly figures make me feel weird because mine is dead lmao.

The Pack

Unnamed members above and below go here, just no reason to like or dislike them.

The Denali Coven

I understand where Irina comes from. Kate is pretty cool ig. Tanya is alright. Eleazar and Carmen are hot af. I just don’t feel any certain way for the whole clan.

Anti|Non Favorites

Ultimate Anti: Jacob Black

Imprinting on a child; Smeyers writing imprinting as how wolves “find their mate”, and the “future” Alice saw in the movie of them acting kind of romantic to each other has made me have a very vile taste for Jacob Black. Pre-wolf Jacob? Totally cool. Post-wolf Jacob? Absolute fucking incel.

Aro of the Volturi

Aro doesn’t “recruit”, he straight up kidnaps. He uses Chelsea and Corin’s powers to remove vampires he wants from covens they’re in and ties them to him for ultimate loyalty. He killed his own sister, Didyme, because he didn’t want Marcus to leave as he and Didyme were mated and wanted to dip from the Volturi. Aro is enslaving and kidnapping vampires on the reg.

Caius of the Volturi

He is the only member of the Volturi that Aro has not forced to stay. Caius stays on his own, he only uses Corin’s ability to cure his boredom when he isn’t committing mass murder or punishing lawbreakers.

Rosalie Cullen (Hale)

Supreme Bitch for literally no reason.

Pro-lifer.

Treats Bella like absolute garbage and almost gets her own brother killed because “Bella I eNvY yOu”

Rene

Was never a real mother to Bella, Bella had to mother her.

Selfish.

Just annoying and a terrible person lol.

Charlie Swan

Didn’t do anything in the movie when Jacob kissed Bella without consent. In the book, he praised Jacob for kissing Bella.

ACAB.

Jasper Cullen (Hale)

I only put him here because he’s a Confederate soldier with no remorse.

Probably a racist.

Quil

Also imprinted on a child.

#this is going to be linked to my pin #just my opinion lol #twilight saga #characters #my post #own post #this list will be edited and added to as time goes on

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shelovestowritesstuff · 1 year

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WIP intro (Aratzi)

“ It was a good try, at least. Unfortunately, now you’re going to have to suffer the consequences.”

Genre: Dark fantasy, romance (Possibly)

Themes:

Unrequited love

Lgbtq+ characters

religous trauma

VERY dark magic

War ( And how it can affect other nations)

Poc issues

Status: started 1st draft

Characters ( Gonna add more):

Queen rosalie Beaulieu

Queen Aurabelle Ratazi

Killian zitara

Asterus kanas

Summary:

The Aratzi. Vile, disgusting creatures disguising themselves as ‘ Angels.’ They only attack at night, burning entire cities with just one tilt of their head. They will stalk a human for days, weeks even before striking. They'll coax you into believing their words, and then, they'll kill you.

Or at least that's what the Queen says...

#wip intro #writing blog #writeblr community #writers of tumblr #writeblr introduction #writing #writerscommunity #writeblr #writers

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threebooksoneplot · 1 year

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I just binged all your episodes. Thanks you so much! Ive been absolutely feral over LaD for years so it’s so nice to hear other people who get it.

Regarding Jessica and her thoughts I totally agree and wanted to add that, if you set aside smeyer’s intentions, all Edward’s mind reading comes across as him only having surface level access to people’s minds and then projecting his own interpretation and emotional valence on to them. Like the a) the amount he paraphrases other people’s thoughts rather than transcribing them and b) the number of times he relays a pretty benign thought as just absolutely vile or heinous. For example in the first chapter we get:

Look at him staring at her. Isn’t it enough that he has half the girls in school waiting for him to… Eric Yorkie’s thoughts were caustic

Caustic? Really? Like if we take this at face value what I’m getting here is that Edward is profoundly unable in contextualize or interpret people’s thoughts, not that Eric is ‘caustic’.

Not to mention the way he characterizes Rosalie as vain when, given her backstory, she would obviously have complex feelings surrounding her own beauty. The fact that he can’t read any of that I think is more evidence for Edward’s mind reading being myopic.

thank YOU! it's so exciting to see how happy everyone has been about the life & death inclusion to this silly little show. we adore those goofs and all the dumb gender weirdness

edward's thoughts toward the humans' thoughts just makes me so mad. I've said it before more at length, but I'll say it again succinctly: edward's gift should make him a character who should be able to easily empathize with others but for some reason it just makes him a bitter frigid bitch. and oh man don't get me started on his treatment of rosalie. I would set this man ablaze for a lukewarm quesadilla, my dude—shannon

yeah points MADE here re: edward's bad-faith interpretations of the thoughts around him. excellent thoughts anon!! always exciting to hear from someone who's actually read L&D too —G

#asks #anonymous #edward cullen

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icefrozendeadlyqueen · 1 year

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The Dove to the Vampire: Chapter 1

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x Stacy McCain (oc).

Warning: panic attack, Swearing, Mates, Dysfunctionality.

Words count: 3255.

Summary: Rosalie believes through the centuries her forever was Emmett only to finds out Forks has other plans. Throughout her Vampire life she had no doubt about it. Stacy has lived her Reservation High School experience to the fullest knowing that despite having beta blood running through her very veins – there is no wolf in her very future. Starting new year in forks high of all places thanks to her sister.

A/N: Do note, I am sorry for taking so long but my first language isn’t English, so I had to make sure everything made perfect sense or something similar to it.

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One day, Stacy wakes up to the reality no sister in the room parallel to her anymore not her obnoxious singing to whatever plays in her Spotify playlist. Houston loved to recommend songs as soon as Stacy stepped out of her room saying how good they were and such it was our little play every single Monday. She would usually plead that would be the day you would see reason and see her songs taste was as she loved to say, “Impeccable”. Stacy softly whispers to herself.

Stacy clenches her hands on her sheets a breath she takes deeply wishing to cry her pain away from every corner in her body. Her body laid rigid letting the minutes go by the clock hoping in some deep corner in her brain that her mother is no longer at home.

She wouldn’t be that unlucky right? Not twice in a row? Stacy legs move over the bed as slow as she could possibly do; what she didn’t have in luck she had in professional sneaks if that’s even a word.

Stacy puts her palm down on the bed to move herself forward ever so slightly to the edge of the bed and steadily taking a breath only when extremely necessary.

Every time of every day in the past 4 years has Stacy train herself little by little. Maybe it’s wishful thinking that she could train herself to trick the wolves outside her home.

“I still believe this is a mistake.”

Stacy abruptly stops her feet from touching the cold floor this Saturday morning setting her presence known to her mother. The voice is recognizable as that Stacy blue eyes shift to the door. Her handle turns softly not to disturb her sleep a soft sigh escapes Lucy, “Don’t mom me, Houston. You want Stacy to go to Forks High? I have no jurisdiction there.” Lucy raises her voice takes a deep breath her heels tick on the hard wood floors. Stacy takes a deep breath a thought in her brain repeats so vividly she believes she spoke it.

‘Time it right’.

Stacy holds her breath once more her eyes shift from her reflection in her full body mirror by the door and the door itself. The only thing stopping her mom is the thought she is sleeping. Lucy lowers her tone after Houston seem to stop talking in the other end.

“You don’t see the problem here, do you? Stacy hates the Cullens. Forks High School has more Vampires than Humans at this point; you want to send Stacy over there? Human Stacy?”. Stacy rolls her eyes at her own mother for ignoring the fact she is a witch. Lucy laughs at something that Stacy could care less.

“A witch? Houston don’t feed Stacy dreams. She has no wolf let alone inheritance of your father”. Lucy spits vile toxic like the mention of my father offends her and I having any connection to him near her is toxic.

Stacy holds down the lump forming in her throat to revolt let her sharp words wound Lucy so deeply no amount of healing could fix her up.

“I am her mother, I am sure I would have notice if my daughter showed signs of being a witch, Houston”. Lucy stops midway more steps she takes. A sigh escapes her lips, “I have you know! I have Stacy watch 24/7 to keep her safe”.

Stacy has been dealing those fateful 4 years ago, she thought that would be the worst she had encounter, her mom unjustifiably punishing her own daughter for no reason.

The strings of her heart shatter every time no matter what no matter when no matter who says it, she just have to paint a perfect smile on her lips and play that everything is perfect. Hell. No, hell doesn’t compare to the realization that her family is no more. Her family is broken beyond believe and there is nothing she can do to stop that.

Over time, the necessity to breath disappears, tears don’t feel like tears anymore, there is nothing that could even come close to hearing her mom proudly deny Stacy origins.

Nothing compares to a 14th year old girl finding out that one of the strongest werewolf blood runs through her veins despite your wishes; you aren’t granted that gift given to all your previous predecessors that came before you. Something that everyone around you said you’ll surely get so much you believed them even though you showed no signs of such gift.

Once I reach the reservation, their smiles aren’t a comfortable blanket. They are welcoming, but I have no idea if it’s because of my past or fear of my mother’s wrath.

Their lips smile weakly like shattering glass at every point; however, their eyes falter around like searching for an escape goat. It’s always the same. Forks makes it a little better over there I don’t exist to anyone whatsoever. I am a ghost blending in the shadows of every corner, a renegade with a mission to cease to exist.

Another raspy breath this time not being as quiet as before her heart rings in her ears beating even more faster than before like air felt as a distance cousin not able to reach her lungs. Thoughts nonexistent.

Stacy tries to call for help, but no words escape her lips. Stacy eyes wander around to her full-length mirror then her cabinets, her hands shake not sure when they started to shake, Stacy glance down placing her other hand to hold onto it to make it stop. It couldn’t happen right now when you were trying to be as quiet as possible.

“This is not what’s best for her!”, Lucy keeps screaming to the phone as her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Stacy takes a weak breath trying her hardest to align herself pick up the pieces before her mom finds out she is awake.

It was futile.

Stacy takes deep breath after another breath louder than her previous attempt her lungs call her to give them at least any type of oxygen. She tries once more a set of coughs welcome her attempt. A knock on her door Stacy glances towards it. Stacy feels sweat drips from her forehead.

“Stacy? Are you okay?”. Lucy knocks again turning the handle to see if it’s open. Stacy tries to stand up only to crashed face first to the floor. Stacy hears in the background as Lucy’s feet contact the door, bringing the door down with enough force.

Stacy tries to breath for a new set of coughs to come forth that’s when Stacy finds herself getting picked up in warmth hands that feel like something she hasn’t had in a long time. Home. Blue eyes crash with her mother’s staring down at Stacy as she is picked up bridal style wasting no time to rush out of the room.

-x-

Stacy opens her mouth to say at least anything as Lucy feet reach the outside every werewolf around the house rushes to get in the cars; however, Lucy runs in the opposite direction of the town reaching her hand to move Stacy closer to her body to give her enough warmth trying to help.

“It’s okay Stacy. I know somebody”. Lucy whispers into Stacy ears as she rushes at a speed Stacy sees colors instead of houses or cars. Lucy stops frantically searching a breath she takes her ears pick onto her target, “Edward. Don’t think I didn’t saw you”. Carlisle softly speaks a chuckle between words.

Lucy moves forwards finding herself on the second floor of the Cullens household. Every Vampire and Werewolf around turned to their intruder in completely shock. Her brown eyes lock with golden eyes as she opens her hands holding a shaking and sweating Stacy, “My daughter is having a panic attack… please. I didn’t know who else to turn too”.

“How the fuck did you made it up here?”, A black hair and brown eyes boy stood up as if offended he didn’t realized Lucy enter the room. A smirk paints in her lips dying soon after at Stacy state. Carlisle speeds to Lucy picking Stacy from her arms, “Alice helped me. Esme get everyone else out”.

A pixie like woman speeds out and back into the room while a blonde one stood up her golden eyes stare at Stacy intently like the air escape her lungs the minute we got in here. Lucy raised an eyebrow at her then glances back at Stacy.

“I am not leaving her alone,” Lucy follows Carlisle pushing hair from her face. Stacy continues to shake uncontrollably. Her eyes drift around the room Lucy hopes is to not register where she is, Stacy would kill Lucy, Lucy knows Stacy dislike of the Cullens.

Stacy eyes land on Carlisle her heart rings on his ears he gives her a soft smile.

“My name is Carlisle. Everything is okay; Stacy nod your head if you can understand me”. Stacy nods her head twice.

Alice speed to Rosalie extending her hand up, “Emmett. Don’t”.

“That’s good. You are doing a wonderful job”, Carlisle smiles placing Stacy on the kitchen counter only letting her go when he was sure she was seating, “We are going to play a game”.

Lucy glances back at the blonde woman with a name. Rosalie gets her hands out of another vampire whose hands were guiding her out the room. Rosalie walks back into the room slowly her golden eyes staring at Stacy. She walks inching closer but stops a breath she takes in. Lucy glances back to Stacy eyes locking with this vampire.

“Lucy,” Carlisle checks places a hand on Stacy chest her heart has normalize.

“An Angel”. Stacy calls out.

“A Dove”. Rosalie calls back a smile forms on her lips.

Carlisle turns his head around extending one hand up to stop Rosalie. He calls out to her, but all Rosalie could see is Stacy. Lucy looks between her daughter and Rosalie eyes lock like the world around them disappear. A growl escapes her lips as realization hit her mind like a truck hitting her hard. Carlisle stares at Lucy ready to kill Rosalie then back at Stacy eyes entangle with Rosalie’s.

“Rosalie. Don’t attack,” Carlisle tries to stop an incident for forming. Lucy takes a step forward.

“I will never hurt her,” Rosalie blurts clear as water from her porcelain lips a smile plaster on her lips keeping her eyes interlock with Stacy. Rosalie speed past Carlisle; Lucy launches forward to rip the Vampire away from her daughter.

Carlisle brought Lucy into an embrace stopping her from moving forward. Both move around to Rosalie moving two fingers forward using them close enough to seem walk on Stacy palms, “It’s supposed to distract you, is it working?”. Rosalie inches closer to Stacy.

“Well…”. Stacy whispers gulping saliva keeping her eyes on Rosalie golden eyes a blush covering her cheeks.

“What was I supposed to forget?”. Stacy asks gulping once more a breath she takes pushing some hair off her face.

“It looks like nothing.” Rosalie whispers inching forward to Stacy. A growl in the background from Lucy not liking this outcome one bit.

“Take your hands away from my daughter!!”, Lucy growls screaming at the top of her lungs, Carlisle holds his arms around her form. His eyes move back to Rosalie playing with Stacy who shrinks at Lucy’s words.

Rosalie stops the smile on her lips died instantly catching how Stacy shrank in size. Stacy’s blue eyes drift from Rosalie’s golden ones to her mother; Stacy looks back at Rosalie in a bit of concern whispers, “It’s okay. I have dealt with worst”.

“No”. Stacy looks back up at Lucy like something inside her just click for the first time in 4 years. She feels slightly brighter like the sun finally broke through the dark clouds in her life allowing her to breath what life had to offer and finding Rosalie sure as hell was not it. Not one bit, but despite how bad it looks for a family gathering how karma and destiny are laughing at Stacy’s parents right now, aren’t they?

Stacy couldn’t help to break out in a fit of laughter at the whole thing. Her dad hates Vampires with a passion, and Lucy is a werewolf that has the set rule that vampires are literally the devil.

Everyone stares at Stacy as if she had grown two oversize heads or had a concussion. Carlisle clears his throat about to say something to clear the confusion; however, Stacy beats him to it clearing her throat.

“Mom. Let’s not start this conversation now.” Stacy pushes hair out of her eyes back behind her ears. Her eyes never leaving Rosalie that seem to have calm once more not the daggers she sends Lucy two seconds ago, “When we get back home you cry to me how bad this looks or whatever not like you have taken everything else already”.

“Don’t take that tone with me, young lady”. Lucy eyes glow yellow like the verge of her humanity was question at this very moment in time. Carlisle turns in a flash stood in front of Lucy discussing with her without a word said his golden eyes keeping contact with her wolfish ones.

Rosalie closes her eyes taking a deep breath inching ever so closely to Stacy, her lips wide charming smile. Stacy looks at her like the world could have turn upside down and she wouldn’t have cared in the standing ovation that in reality without Stacy alternative motive Rosalie had made a vacation spot in her heart.

“Let’s leave them be for now”. Carlisle tries to stop Lucy growing discomfort racing thoughts in her little brain as her eyes dance from her daughter and Rosalie still though kind of alive light around Stacy. Carlisle brings Lucy’s eyes back to him like clockwork Lucy pushes past Carlisle trying to reach for Stacy.

It little, but it was enough. The intent alone Rosalie turn putting one arm over Stacy front the other to slap Lucy’s hand away just slightly as a way to say no, “I don’t think so”. Rosalie starts her golden eyes shine with the light in the room. A short but seemingly annoying smile paint on her lips less charming that her genuine one, Stacy thought. She ponders on how Rosalie genuine smile could light the room if she ever got to see it.

“Stacy expressed her mind just a second ago. Did you not heard her, or did you prefer not too?”. Rosalie asks not leaving much to Lucy to respond as she continues, “Are you the type of parent that does her way or the highway? If that’s the case let me make it heavenly clear to you. You can walk off and leave if so you wish, but Stacy isn’t leaving this house or my side or anywhere with you for that matter”.

Lucy growls shake the whole house and Stacy in it. Stacy glances up at Rosalie finding her nails ever slightly more interesting than Lucy who starts shaking at the apparent thought just clicking in her brain. Stacy stood frozen it has been a while 4 years to be exact since somebody had gone to step up for her like that to her own mother. The woman that in her mind couldn’t careless about well if she is a witch or not.

Rosalie looks up acknowledging Lucy glares.

“I am not a threat. I would never harm her”. Rosalie repeats the words she said not long ago. Stacy looks at her then her mother not sure why Rosalie keeps repeating that.

Stacy reaches out her hands to hold onto Rosalie’s cream sleeve blouse. The color did look good on her skin not much of a contrast for her pale skin; however, it looks good on her.

“It’s okay, angel”. Stacy blurts the nickname she believes fits perfect for Rosalie that really seems like the word if she stands still only needs to sprout out wings to fly off into the sunset, “Lucy will not harm me. She just wants to make sure I am okay after all I did just have a panic attack”. Stacy whispers each word softly taking breath in between them. Lucy glances down at her own flesh and blood, a nod she gave out to put truth to her daughter words.

Rosalie glances between them. Her danger level sky high willing to launch at the mom; however, she gulps anything she had inside her mind. She turns back to Stacy enjoy the idea of being next to her for however long they had, “Tell me, dove?”. Rosalie starts locking her golden eyes with Stacy. Her hands lock on the side of Stacy stomach pulling her up and down the counter with ease like Stacy weight absolutely nothing.

“Hey! I am heavy!”, Stacy protest that went unheard by Rosalie placing Stacy on the floor only letting go when Rosalie was sure Stacy could stand despite that Rosalie stood so close to her Lucy glares didn’t cease one bit.

“What’s your favorite color?”. Rosalie plays with golden locks from Stacy head waiting for the definitive answer.

“huh... Pink. Why?”. Stacy ponders confused of that question alone. She had though the first question a vampire had ask was something else entirely not her color preference.

“To get to know you better”. It was her response as she takes Stacy hands within hers leaving a soft kiss on them. Rosalie looks back at Lucy a glare of her own covering her golden eyes, “You need to get used to seeing me a lot more than now”.

“Rosalie. It’s time”. Alice clears her throat to the relief of Lucy hearing those words. Alice and Rosalie were out the room. Lucy grabs Stacy by the arm dragging her out the room with Carlisle behind trying to talk to Lucy who didn’t listen one bit. Stacy heard a couple of slipped words from them both speaking at a speed she had no idea her mom could even mutter words.

“This is the last tim-”. Lucy pushes the car door open dropping Stacy in it then shutting it. Carlisle appears in front of her soon after, “You know as well as I that separating them will set”.

Lucy opens the driver door then closes it again.

“My daughter is 17, Carlisle. 17. No. I am a mother first”. Lucy blurts out in shouts waving her hands in the air. Stacy rolls her car inside the car not sure what is going on but feels it has something to do with Rosalie. The anger that makes her feel she can pull up a cream blouse and not look like a total dead animal in it.

“We can figure this out just frequent visits”, Carlisle suggested his eyes fall to Stacy then back to Lucy whose thinks hard on such a decision. She looks to the trees then back at Carlisle, “Fine. Supervised visits. I will be present”.

“Of course”, Carlisle whispers gulping the lump in his throat. Lucy smiles satisfied at his answers opening the driver door to enter. Stacy asks what’s going on, but Lucy doesn’t answer what so ever. The werewolf around enters different cars driving after Lucy’s cars. Carlisle watching them leave down the streets a sigh escape his lips knowing this is another way karma is setting the wheels of destiny in motion.

#Rosalie Hale #rosalie cullen #rosalie twilight #rosaliedeservelove #twilight #twilight fanfiction #twlight sparkle #please anyone send some help my self steem in writing has recently died #if anyone has any suggestion pr anything related to twilight please reach out I would love to read it or add it #carlisle cullen #alice cullen #mate

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thejoyofviolentmovement · 2 days

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It’s spring and y’all know what that means! Summer festival announcement time! So let’s get to it. Woodsist Festival is a collaboration between: Woodsist, an indie label founded back in 2006 by Woods‘ Jeremy Earl. Founded in Brooklyn, the label is currently based in Stone Ridge, NY. For more information on the label, check out: https://www.woodsist.com Impact Concerts, the Hudson Valley’s premiere concert and festival producer, creating carefully curated music and lifestyle events showcasing internationally renowned artists alongside local crafts, food, libations and cannabis. For more information on the production company, check out: https://www.impactconcerts.com. Arrowood Farms, a Hudson Valley-based sustainably-minded farm, brewery, distillery, dining and event destination that regularly hosts concerts and festivals including Woodsist Festival, Dirt Farmer Festival, Felice County Fair and Follow The Arrow Festival. For more information, check out https://arrowoodfarms.com. Ground Control Touring is a boutique booking agency based in Brooklyn and Los Angeles, offering international tour booking services to a tightly focused roster of artists. Their hands-on approach to the careers of their clients has taken the recent form of producing bespoke festival and curatorial properties alongside them, including both Woodsist Festival and Felice County Fair in the Hudson Valley and additional events elsewhere throughout North America. For additional information, check out: http://www.groundcontroltouring.com Started back in 2009, the inaugural Woodsist Festival took place in Brooklyn and featured a lineup of Thee Oh Sees, alongside acts like Beach Fossils, Real Estate, and Kurt Vile. Since then, the festival has taken place in several different locations including Big Sur, Point Reyes National Seashore and Pioneertown, CA. The festival has been presented at its current home of Arrowood Farms since 2019 in partnership with Ground Control Touring and Hudson Valley-based concert promoters Impact Concerts. The festival has played there annually since 2021. Woodsist Festival returns to Accord, NY‘s Arrowood Farms. Taking place September 21, 2024 – September 22, 2024, this year’s lineup, which was curated by Woods’ Jeremy Earl, features headliners Yo La Tengo, Real Estate and Jessica Pratt, along with Woods, Haliu Mergia, the acclaimed Bonnie “Prince” Billy, Jeff Parker, Ethan de L’Aïr, The Messthetics, 75 Dollar Bill Big Band, Rosali, Mystic 100s, Florry and Sylvia on two alternating stages. Arrowood Farms will also feature food from local Hudson Valley-based vendors and craft beer brewed directly on site. Tickets go on sale April 26, 2024 at 10:00AM ET and are available via www.woodsistfestival.com.

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atwistedtalehq · 10 months

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**CHARACTER NAME:** rosalie hale/cullen

**CHARACTER FACECLAIM:** nicola peltz

**CHARACTER AGE/DOB (if from enchanted forest, general age okay):** july 24th 1915 / like 108 almost, changed at 18

**CHARACTER PRONOUNS/GENDER IDENTITY/SEXUALITY ETC:** she/her, cis-female, bisexual/biromantic/emmett simp forever

**CHARACTER FANDOM:** twilight

**OC OR CANON:** canon

**WHICH LAND ARE THEY FROM (examples: earth, enchanted forest, wonderland, monsterland [frankenstein, dracula, vamps etc], neverland):** earth

**CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY:**

from a young age, rosalie hale knew what it was to be adored. her parents doted on her, two younger brothers protected and loved her dearly. and those around her would constantly rave about what a darling child she was-- and what a prize of a wife she'd be to someone some day. all of the positive attention meant that rosalie grew up with a sure and concrete sense of self. insecurities were at a minimum and her ego was, in a way, elevated. some could call her shallow and self absorbed. to rosalie, she just saw it that she knew her own worth and value and would never settle for anyone in her life seeing any less than that worth.

and knowing that worth, meant never settling. it meant always expecting the best of those around her. she let her family do the social climbing though, happy to just reap the rewards, content with the happiness it found her family. but, in spite of her fulfilment, in spite of the ways she was happy with her life, there was something so clear and obvious missing, something she’d read about in books, something she saw in the eyes of her friends that were married: true love. so desperately, she reached for it. she longed to be loved, rather than just adored. she wanted to be appreciated and loved in a way that was different from the lustful looks or the envious eyes. she wanted _more._

and she was so sure she’d found that when she met royce king. she was so sure that the flowers, the kind words, the sweet dates– she was so sure they all meant it was real. and that the ring on her finger _meant something._ she’d finally found it, hadn’t she? she’d finally found the true love she’d been searching for. sure, there were times when she’d look to her friends– see the way they kissed, the way they looked at one another and wonder if she was missing something with royce. but, she convinced herself it would all come stronger with time.

the day she found out she was wrong, was the day her life almost ended.

when carlisle found her, she was bloody and beaten, wishing silently for death, for an end and escape. she’d been betrayed and abused, how could she go on when her life had been such a cruel, vile lie? how could she go on, if this was how she was to be treated?

and then edward had to go and deny her too. not that she even liked him, but, still. it was a dent to her fragile sense of self, to her vanity. and for a while, rosalie nearly lost herself to an endless pit of depression. one that she only pulled herself out of when she decided to go a bit… wild. on a bit of a vengeance kick.

she left royce for last, of course. made it dramatic, theatrically. let him know she was coming, that he couldn’t stop it. but she was sure that with every one of them she killed, not to drop a single bit of blood. she didn’t want any further part of them within her. they didn’t deserve that. they just deserved pain and then death.

for two years after that, rosalie settled into life with the cullen family. it was comfortable enough, her ‘parents’ were kind, of course. but she still felt like something was missing: that hole that had been there before royce felt even more dark and gnawing now. the problem was, she was terrified that it’d never be filled. that she was destined to be alone. that, in spite of her great qualities, she was destined to be unloved.

saving emmett from the bear, taking him to carlisle to change him to save him– it changed everything for her in such a _real_ and positive way. getting to know him, falling so helplessly in love with him, it softened rosalie’s heart. she and emmett, over the years, have often remarried and gone off on their own from the cullen family to live like newlyweds. each time is just as special as the last, and rosalie’s love for emmett has only grown more intense and fierce with time. she is dedicated to him on every level. yes, she wishes for more: she wishes they could have met before. fallen in love. grown old and had a family. but that doesn’t mean rosalie doesn’t cherish what they have. she at least is comforted by the knowledge they will get forever together.

over the years, rosalie alongside the rest of the cullen’s has cycled through education, usually getting to college level before starting again. she doesn’t always though, she sometimes tries to live out as long as she can before things start to get suspicious. through these educational pursuits, rosalie has been able to keep up with the latest advancements in the medical field and often times helps carlisle here, but engineering and astrophysics remain to be her favoured subjects– something she would never have imagined for herself in her younger, mortal years.

rosalie was just finishing up with the latest round of ‘college and living alone with emmett’ time, when edward made the call to bring the family back together. and so, she’s now in storybrooke, trying to piece together this strange situation, while also noting that maybe, there are magics and horrors even _they_ aren’t prepared for.

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#rosalie hale app #accepted

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artisticroseism · 2 years

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......... INSECURITIES HAUNT YOU FOREVER .........

this drabble takes place now, she is painting one morning in her studio because she can’t sleep and she looks at herself in the mirror and thinks back at a hard time in her life.

Rosalie was having a hell of a week, so many thoughts were going through her head, so many insecurities were causing her to eat away at herself. She wanted to just forget it all and the only way that she seemed to block out the entire world was to paint and that’s what she did, she threw on her painting shirt and a pair of shorts and started painting, it was just a simple painting, of the park she always loved to photograph, once she was done painting, she was removing her clothes, tossing the dirty ones into the hamper. She turned on the shower a she pulled her hair down from the clip it was in and that’s when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

She was now completely bare to her own eyes and for the first time it what seemed like years she found herself taking a long hard look at herself. She glanced at the features of her face first, strong jawline, full lips that seemed to be what stood out to most people, she also had bright hazel eyes and long eyelashes that formed her eyes perfectly. She brushed a strand of her long brown naturally wavy hair behind her ear, her hair was quite long now, it came down just below her breasts, her breasts were the biggest but they fit her body nicely, her bra size hadn’t changed much, it was still a 32B but she found that even if she was getting up there in age, her breasts were still full and perky and for her petite form they didn’t look too out of place but then her gaze moved down to her heart tattoo, if only people the horrific event that the tattoo was covering and the loving reason behind the tattoo.

tw below, domestic abuse, abuse, suicide, self harm, abuse

what she’s reminiscing about below is the relationship between her and her abusive ex boyfriend.

Others might not be able to see it but she still could even with the tattoo, her fingers moved down to trace against the middle of the rose tattoo and she inhaled a breath thinking back to her very second boyfriend, the one that had left the scar that the tattoo now covered, and that’s when it was no longer herself in the mirror, she was gone, it was him and his disgusting, vile voice, his smirk, the anger in his eyes, it all made her sick to her stomach.

'you’re too thin, you look disgusting’ the first of many insults he used to tell her, her heart began to race and her head shook. Rosalie had never thought herself as stunning like she thought of most woman, she thought she was pretty but never extraordinary. She turned slightly looking at herself in the mirror or trying too. Her gaze fell down her back to her rear, again it wasn’t huge but it had a curve to it and in jeans, it looked very nice but then the memory flashed in her mind.

A hard smack to the ass, a jerk forward and a comment, a comment from him ‘you need to gain some weight, you barely have anything to hold onto’ her eyes began to sting as the memories, the words rushed back to a door had just been ripped open and all the bad was flowing out of it 'oh you going to cry? you’re fucking useless’ her head shook and her hands moved up as she felt the tears sting against her cheeks “stop” her words were but a mere whisper, a helpless request, a pleading request. “I’m…..not” his laugh erupted through her eardrums as if she was back in his home hearing him clear as they 'don’t kid yourself, what are you good?’

Rosalie shook her head faster wiping at her tears “Stop” her voice was a bit louder now “I’m not useless….people care about me….my friends” his voice laughed mocking her and it stung at her heart, her soul, all her insecurities he left behind were coming out 'you’re friends? your friends don’t give a shit about you, they just keep you around when they need some help’

“That’s not true” her words were soft once again.

‘you really think they care about you? you really think that they are just falling over to help you, you are going to end up all alone Rosalie forced to watch every other fucking person be happy while you get thrown to the ground over and over again, you’re a nobody, a nothing, you are useless, i don’t know why you’re even still here, should of gone through with your suicide a long time ago, saved a lot of people a lot of time’ Rosalie shook her head and moved her hands over her eyes “STOP!” this time, she shouted it, at the top of her lungs as she cried, her forehead rested against her knees and then everything got silent, the only sound was the rain, the drops of water hitting the window.

She sat there for awhile trying to gather herself up, trying to build herself up, it wasn’t true. She wasn’t useless, she helped people, she’d helped Lucas and Carlos and they cared about her, they were her friends, right? There was Tiffany and Roxanne and Rick and they all cared, Tiff had been there for her when she needed her and Rick had gone out of his way to make sure she was safe and ok. She stood up slowly and moved back towards the window, her teary eyes fell back down onto her tattoo and she inhaled a soft breath, a soft smile forming on her lips. James, he had loved her, he had made a future with her until his fatal accident. Gideon, he had loved her despite how angry he made her sometimes, despite the fact that her falling in love with him scared her to the point of her leaving, he had loved her and she loved him until one day it just didn’t work out, she wasn’t unlovable, she wasn’t useless, people depended on her, she was strong.

Rosalie wiped at her tears and took a deep breath as she looked into the mirror, she closed her eyes, her jaw tightened “FUCK YOU, I’m strong now” she breathed the words out almost as if she was talking to herself and in a way she was, she was talking to her insecurities, to all those who had abused her, doubted her, thought she was less of a person. She had overcome such hard obstacles and here she was, she was stronger than she knew. Stronger then ANYONE knew despite breaking down at two am in the middle of her art studio, she was still strong and she’d continue to become stronger for herself and for her daughter.

#( drabbles ) . she realizes her worth after the pain #tw self harm #tw abuse #tw domestic abuse #tw suicide

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