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jessicanjpa · 5 months

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Twilight Advent Calendar 2023 Event

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Dec. 7 - Choose one Twilight couple (or an AU ship) and tell us about an argument they've had. How did they resolve it in the end?

I was hoping to write something new for today, but I Am Tired. So I'm going to poach a scene from SST, chapter 18, which takes place during World War II. This is the AU Volturi!Jasper fic, so Alice is having an extra bad day, but the Cullens are still in Sweden so the C/E argument is canon.

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1942

United States

Alice POV

"No... no!"

I moaned in despair when my eyes opened to reveal what I had just done. My fingers were clenched around the broken shoulders of a human. It was a young man in a camouflage jacket with a big splash of blood soaking the front of it. I licked my lips without even thinking about it, unable to stop the shiver of pleasure that coursed through me at the heavenly taste.

Oh, what did it matter, anyway? He was already dead. Why did anything matter? I bent down for more, gulping the last dredges of hot blood, lapping up the little bit that had spilled down the side of his neck. He ran dry all too quickly. I shook the body in desperation, trying again to get another ounce of blood out of his ruined throat. I finally snapped out of it and lay my victim gently back down on the cold grass. I sat beside him in a tight ball, resting my chin on my drawn-up knees.

I didn't even remember how I had gotten here. I had burst out of the cabin when that horrid vision had struck, and I had run and run... I didn't know where I was. Not that it mattered. I didn't really have anything at the cabin worth going back to.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, looking with pity at the young man whose life I had just ended. Jasper might be doing his best to ruin both our futures, but that didn't give me the right to ruin someone else's. To end someone else... I hugged around my ribs as tight as I could, gasping deep breaths, wishing that Esme were here to comfort me. That Carlisle were here to forgive me. Emmett would tell me it was okay. Rosalie would help me clean up, help me clean myself up. Edward would help me focus my visions and go listen to people's minds to make sure we wouldn't need to move...

But they were all so far away. I had to do everything myself, as usual. But I just didn't feel like it. I sat back down beside the body. Despite the thrill of new strength that always came when I messed up and drank human blood, my body felt heavy and disjointed. Was this what it felt like when humans were tired? I let myself roll over and lie down. I closed my eyes, desperate to see something besides the corpse beside me.

Jasper wasn't doing anything right now. He was just standing still in his quarters, deep in thought. I switched to Emmett and Rosalie, but quickly pulled away to give them their privacy. That was the last thing I wanted to watch right now. But Edward was at the piano, so I eagerly focused my attention there. I watched him for a while, listening to the soothing music he was trying to compose.

I hummed along once the melody began to take shape, pretending I was perched on the back of the piano. Edward would scold me to get down and I would just stick my tongue out at him and we would laugh about it together. But his ideas about the melody kept changing, and that made the music stop and start constantly in my vision, even when he wasn't changing what his fingers did yet. The notes kept mashing together at the wrong times. I tried to stay with him, but the dissonance was too distracting. In the end, I was more agitated than before.

At least Carlisle and Esme would be there for me. They were always so calm, so kind... but this was not my day. They were actually arguing, something I rarely saw.

"I know that," Esme was saying. "But back then you didn't have a family. And bombs weren't falling back then, either. You were never in any danger before."

"Our whole world is in danger now. You know how strongly I feel about contributing when—"

"Contribute, then! We already gave the proceeds of the house to the Red Cross, and I'm sure we can do far more. What about all that artwork you have stashed away?"

"Esme," Carlisle said quietly. "This is important to me."

Esme crossed her arms tightly across her belly, looking back and forth around the room at nothing. "So you're doing this for yourself."

It took me a little while to figure out what they were arguing about: Carlisle wanted to go down into mainland Europe and find a way to do his doctor work near where the fighting was, and Esme was not having it. I had no idea how old Carlisle was, but it sounded like he had done this before, in other wars. He was telling Esme how much it meant to him to heal lots of humans in times when so many were dying and suffering, how this was often the time when groundbreaking advancements were made in the field of medicine, how sometimes the most beautiful thing about the human spirit was found in the middle of war.

Esme said that if he was going, all of them were going, and Carlisle wasn't having that. Esme also seemed worried that Emmett and Rosalie—and maybe even Edward—might do something reckless if they were anywhere near the war, to which Carlisle insisted that the war was everywhere, to which Esme stubbornly pointed out that he could serve the war effort by replacing doctors who had gone to the front lines, but Carlisle was sure it would be easier to slip under the net identity-wise posing as a civilian doctor helping out in a field hospital, and that was really what he wanted to do anyway. Esme pointed out that real soldiers didn't get to pick where they served. It went on and on.

I hated it when they argued. It was rare; they were usually so gentle with each other. Even the way they were hurting each other now was gentle. But I couldn't stop listening; I needed to know if there was any chance they would be coming back to this continent.

There had been so many times I had wanted to go ahead to the Cullens. Again and again I had decided to do it—to go to them first and then meet Jasper when he was ready. But something always stopped me. Things would look different between Jasper and me in the Family Portrait. Sometimes he wouldn't be in it at all, and Diner Day would be gone. Sometimes I would see us arguing when his eyes were still red. Sometimes I couldn't put my finger on why it was wrong; it just felt wrong. And so every time I decided to let it go and trust my visions... to trust our destiny. Maybe going to the family first would make Jasper feel too intimidated to join us. Maybe he would do it but he would be unhappy. Maybe being with the family meant I would somehow miss my only chance to find him. Waiting was hard, but I wasn't willing to risk our future, or ruin it, just so I could have what I wanted in the present.

But now that future was lost, at least as far as I could see. It felt silly and even cruel to be angry at Jasper, when he couldn't possibly have known what he was giving up, but I was. I had been so lonely, and I had waited so long for him to come to his senses and leave that miserable war, and for what? For him to sign up for the vampire army and leave me here, waiting again? Waiting forever? What was I supposed to do now? For the first time in my life, I hadn't any kind of plan, and it was a frightening new place to be. I had always been able to trust our destiny. Even without ever knowing how many years it was going to take, I had always had that happy ending to hold onto—and it really was a happy beginning, so even the waiting was bearable. What was a decade or two of loneliness compared to an eternity of love and happiness? That future had always felt more real to me than the present anyway.

But now nothing felt real.

A dark thought had been pushing its way into my mind ever since Jasper had gone to Italy. What was real, anyway? My future with Jasper had been the most real thing in my whole life. And in the end, it had been so easily lost, as easily as if the wind had changed direction and it had dissolved in a moment's breeze. It had been that fragile, after all. What else wasn't real, or was no more real than that? How many of my visions weren't going to come true? Were never going to come true in the first place?

It wasn't that I doubted my gift. Little confirmations every day reminded me that I had this unusual power to see things. Thing as small as red tulips around the corner and as big as a second world war. The fact that those visions could change and even disappear didn't mean those futures were any less real, or hadn't been.

But the big ones, the ones that had been dropped into my hands to show me my destiny—Jasper's face the minute I had woken up. Diner Day. The Family Portrait. I had never had any tangible confirmation that those things were real, and yet I always clung to them as if everything else was just a mist of lesser possibilities. What if those visions were lost now because they had never been real in the first place? They hadn't come like my smaller visions had come, based on decisions. Maybe they were so different because... I shook my head, unwilling to think it. But it came anyway: maybe I had needed them to be real. Needed something to believe in.

Were Carlisle and Esme really arguing right now? Were they really in their little blue rented house in Sweden at this moment? Did they even exist... anywhere?

Maybe I was just crazy. I had woken up in a hospital gown, after all. For all I knew, I had lived in a mental asylum all my life. Maybe the fact that some of my visions came true wasn't enough to prove that I hadn't seen exactly what I had needed to see when I had woken up alone and afraid. Maybe I was just remembering a long chain of dreams I had had as a human. Maybe Jasper and my family were just characters in a lovely story I had been telling myself all this time, and the world really was just as cold and gray as it felt now. I didn't think I could face a world like that.

Carlisle and Esme's argument was winding down. They were full of murmured apologies now for some of the things they had said. They clung to each other and decided together that for now, they would do nothing. Then they stopped talking and just held each other. Esme's face was pressed into Carlisle's shoulder and Carlisle laid a slow, tender kiss on her hair...

I realized all at once that I was snuggled up to the corpse, pressing my face into its bloodied shoulder, hugging it tight around the chest. I scrambled away with a whimpering cry, swiping at the half-dried blood that stuck to my face like stubborn tears.

Esme, I thought desperately. You have to be real. I NEED you to be real.

And then I was running.

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(Anyway, Esme won that argument in the end; Carlisle sat out World War II.)

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You can find all of the #twilightadvent23 prompts here!

#twilightadvent23 #Alice #Carlisle/Esme #Fanfiction #World War II #WWII #Vampires at work #Accidents #The 'horrid vision' that caused Alice's accident was of Jasper and Heidi falling into bed together #Then later in the chapter Alice gets bitten by a werewolf. She Is Having a Bad Day.

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multiversetravellers · 3 months

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[ Blue = Samantha(Sam) ]

[ Red = Midnight ]

[ Purple = Both ]

Rules!!

1) No NSFW. Not comfortable roleplaying it or such. But I’ll accept dark themes. (Gore, etc.)

2) No r@p3, !n€3st, p3d0ph!11!@, su!€!d3 or t0r7ur3. Idm if it’s from a muse past or BG but if it’s included then I won’t Roleplay.

4) Crossovers and AUs!! They’re deeply encouraged like!!! (Technically this blog is literally a giant alien robot and a human wizard that can travels into other fandoms lol)

5) no overpowered ocs plz. Just have a weakness and strengths in it.

6) Double-ups plz, no one-lined response as it’d kill the whole rp in the process. We all have limited ideas too..

7) also please do a rp starter to roleplay w/ me </33 (Dm/asks, Idm,)

8) Hateful/hate anons can and WILL be deleted from both inbox or dms. If repeated from the same anon, y’all r gone, blocked man. like plz be respectful..like whaddi do?? </3

Extra!!1!1!!1

1) I'll be using GL2 (Gacha life 2) for pics that's for asks or questions. Yes I'll also be using em on some roleplays-

2) my oc (Sam) has a adopted father (TF A/GF Red alert, etc but shh) since her parents r six feet underground.

3) yeah by the user, yes Sam can travel to other fandoms… (She uses a wand!! :thumbs:)

4) It also depends if who wants to answer </33 (they’re like siblings but different species.)

5) a whole introduction thingymajig

6) yes there’s tags I’ll put for y’all to travel around my blog..

7) I think my time here Is UTC+8:00? (SST/SGT?) My time is in Asia so

8) yes I can roleplay on other platforms such as wattpad, Discord, etc. (Even roblox :cry:)

9) sometimes..maybe often goes out of ooc just to be silly in tags,,

10) the sad thing about roleplaying with me is sometimes I forget to response to being busy and etc,, plz dm or mention me if I just forget (also I have a shitty health), and I really don’t care abt myself and roleplay literally other roleplays while doing one that’s currently going

11) multiple Sam's in different universes of transformers- if not just this Sam (and midnight!)

#[ ! rules blog!!! ¡ ]#Samantha Lim #Midnight 'Woods'#yuhehjajj my forsy post yau #[ 🌀 Samantha ^v Midnight 🏍 ]

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askthelittlesolarsystem · 10 months

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More SST and LSS interactions 👀

"Oh hey!" LSS! Puck shouts at SST! Puck.

Out of surprise, SST! Puck spilled his coffee..

"You must be me from other au! Nice to meet you-"

SST! Puck suddenly grab LSS! Puck's collar with flaring rageful yet tired eyes.

"MY. COFFEE" He glares daggerly.

"I-I'm so sorry mr. Commander Puck, I didn't mean to-!" (People refers SST! Puck as the Commander)

"You better run... BEFORE I STAB YOU WITH THIS KNIFE."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH-"

"HOLD MY COFFEE MUG, OBERON" he chases after LSS! Puck exactly like how Haganezuka Hotaru chases Kamado Tanjiro every time he breaks his nichirin blade 💀

"Of course." SST! Oberon smiles as he waves at his co-worker.

"Now where were we?" SST! Oberon turns at LSS! Oberon with a sheepish smile.

LSS! Oberon and SST! Oberon: *talking like everything is OK*

LSS! Ariel: (gosh this man is creepy-)

@aurtisticbee05

Puck : COMMANDER PUCK PLEASE FOOOOOORGIVE ME😭😭😭

#asklittlesolarsystem

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screwzara · 5 months

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Hmm yes

Me: *suffering while trying to study my sst subjects for tomorrow's exam*

Also me: *gets idea for a riggy au*

Me: well fuCK-

If u guys see riggy au content in a few hours, yeah that means my brain betrayed me fully 💀😭

#riggy #damn it #riggy au #jcnnfkgj #help me 💀

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slutforkatya · 1 year

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liste effectuée juste apres avoir regarder la video de trixie qui ouvre la poupée qui lui sst dédiée (ça a presque chouiné) pour ne plus avoir l'idée de l'événement interdit

je peux pas vous dire pourquoi mais j'étais une enfant obsédée par le canada, j'en parlais tout le temps, je voulais y vivre, quand je jouais seule, je m'imaginais que j'étais une adulte qui voyageait au canada avec ses copines, bref, grosse fixette

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butchdonne · 1 year

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46 and my laptop is on 60!!! do literally any or all ocs idc!!! <333

ok i'm gonna answer this for the sst 7 (andrea, kei, erin, loren, alois, ru and cara) because i love them

46%. How does your character feel about animals? Would they want any pets? What animals are their favorite?

andrea: i mean. she loves animals but in a very andrea way. as in she likes animals like bears and leopards and sharks. and ofc she especially loves bears because of the whole. yk. bonded to a bear spirit thing. and she's also always had a connection to animals because of her ability to see the animal spirits everywhere so yeah

kei: loves animals thinks they're so cute and if they had a pet they would spend every waking hour pestering it. also thinks dragons are cool.

erin: LOVES animals. she's basically an animal whisperer she loves tjem they're her children her best friends. modern au she'd totally open a rescue or something. she's that kind, sweet, plant mom animal lover type <3

loren: loves animals too – not as much as his sister tho. he is the type to adopt random strays unprompted, and not just cats and dogs...... catch him cradling a scrawny racoon like a baby any day, or playing piano and singing for a rat that got into his room.

alois: not a huge because he's like. posh. lmao. but he would have a black cat definitely

ru: LOVES ANIMALS SO MUFH they are his best friends. he also respects them a lot. he'd like animals like foxes, racoons, bats, frogs, axolotls <3

cara: likes birds of prey

60%. Are their interests and likes socially appropriate?

bestie sorry idk how to answer this like their interests are 1) tyrannicide 2) regicide 3) tyrannicide 4) bickering 5) arson.

hm ok so on second thoughts the answer is very much no

#I LOVE THEM CAN YOU TELL #💞💞💞#my ocs #sst #hi lala can i rant about cyrelius to you 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

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ratatattouille · 1 year

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Suit Variant #3: Master of the Upside Down

#spidey #spidey byers #spidey will byers #sst au #will byers #byler #stranger things #st #into the spiderverse #artists of tumblr #artblr #digital art #stranger-spider things au

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hermywolf · 2 years

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and ssts, utms and tfk?

so says the sword by komodobits (s4 au in which dean and cas meet in the beautiful room instead of hell, 85k) under the midnight sun by northernsparrow (excellent au about dean and cas in alaska, 232k) and the forever king by seperis (master of the pit dean au from down to agincourt that fries your brain in insane ways, 27k)

#ao3 #destiel #fanfiction #the forever king #tfk #under the midnight sun #utms #so says the sword #ssts #asks #hermy posts

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goji-pilled · 2 years

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ha hah! bet u werent expecting another episode of DW AU, the prequel?!

The apartment was quiet. Despite being filled with four teenage girls, a full desert course spread across the isometric glass table, and fine tea cups filled with a delicious blend of spring tea not a noise was made from the four. Somewhere outside were the sounds of children laughing with thejr families as the city of Mitikihara lowly went to sleep.

In this once lively apartment were four girls, seated at a small table and all staring at one singular point; a small doll that looked like a little ragdoll was currently curled up against the girl with long locks of darkness, who was doing her best to comfort said doll despite her anxiousness. The doll kept burying itself further into Akemi-san's stomach and muttered gibberish nonsense, the noise dead upon four sets of ears. Kaname-san kept on of her hands in one of Miki-sans, the two constantly glancing between the doll amd Akemi-san. Mami could only stare at food, trying to gather her thoughts together and break this uncomfortable tension.

Thinking back to the labyrinth they had left - of all the mostly harmless familiars and sructures that laid within - an idea formed in Mami's mind and soon came a plan. Rising from the table Mami strood towards her kitchenette and to the fridge. Opening up the cold box she rummaged around for a block of gouda she had impulsively bought a while back, hoping to make a more western meal for her dinners a while back. Once she found the condensed dairy she sst herself down at the table and coughed to grab everyone's attention. The doll kept her face close to the middle school shirt Akemi-san was now wearing, until the girl nudged the little thing's face a bit once she saw what was in Mami's hands.

When the doll finally locked her eyes on the cheese its demeanor changed quite rapidly; instead of holding it self like a scsred child it immediately leapt out of Akemi's lap and latched itself onto the cheese and into Mami's lap. Craddeling the doll that now tore its way into the cheese, Mami couldn't help herself as she let out a tiny bemused giggle. That lay the foundation to a contagious giggle fit by everyone else except for the "dark" magical girl as Miki-san would no doubt call Akemi. Once the cheese was consumed the little doll noticed where it noe sat and looked up into Mami's eyes. Despite having two beady little buttons for eyes, Mami felt a sense of great sorrow and grief from the doll, as it latched onto her and muttered gibberish into her own stomach.

A cough came across from her, the source being none other than Akemi Homura.

"I believe we should... begin our discussions. You undoubtedly have many, many questions I assume?" Akemi looked to be uncomfortable, almost as if she were dreading the following conversations. Shifting her arms to craddle the little creature as if it were a creature, Mami nodded her head and steeled herself.

"I have many questions, as you have said Akemi-san." A sniff from the raven haired girl. "I suppose to start with, is if you have ever seen this before? Of a witch being repetant of its actions, of taking lives?" The doll shuddered and started to mutter its words even faster now. It took all of a second for Akemi to respond.

"I have never envountered a scenario where a witch has refused to bring harm upon someone, no. However, I'm sure that isn't the question you wanted to ask." She had the gall to say all that ever so calmly, without ever so much as blinking through Mami's attempts at easing herself to the big question. Akemi only waited patiently as she grabbed a warm cup and drank some tea, both soothing her throat and getting to the point.

"H-How are you alive right now!" screeched Miki-san, who now had a growing look of mortification as she realized how her query sounded. Based on Kaname-san's offended gasp and Akemi's own displeased frown they cought on too. "Not that it's a bad thing. It's good that you're still here, with us! And not, like, stuck in that witches belly and- I'll shut up now." Miki-san found her lap to be a very interesting sight to behold as Akemi sent a fierce glare towards her, Kaname-san patting her best friend's back while wearing a small frown.

"To answer you questions, my survival is linked to a very crucial part of ourselves and now you too Miki Sayaka." Setting her tea cup down Akemi flexed her left hand into a fist, before opening her palm as her soul gem manifested itself from the small silver ring on Akemi's ring finger. "Our soul gems are what gift us our powers, they allow us to perform to heights that no normal person could rightfully do. Such as sprinting across town, leaping atop rooftops, or even being inconvenienced by death." Akemi's eyes darkened at that, mouth parted as if she wanted to day more but couldn't.

What had she gone through to discover that horrible truth?

"As you already know, we must hunt witches in order to replenish our soul gems and keep our magical power. Should they be tarnished beyond salvation, I fear what agony a magical girl may be forced to endure." From what Akemi says, it sounds as if the gems don't necessarily heal them. It sounds as if they postpone the pain they would feel when the heal. To be forced to relieve that agony of years of pain and hardship...

Mami doubted no sane girl wouldn't break from it.

From what she can tell the others have reached a similar conclusion. Miki-san was grimacing at the thought of experiencing something like that, while Kaname-san had tears well up behind her eyes again. But a small part of Mami-san couldn't help but wonder...

"Akemi-san..." focused brought back onto herself, Homura stared into Mami's eyes. "How did you ever learn about this?" Oh how Mami wished she never thought to ask. She should have let her curiousity fester and burn out; the light in Homura's eyes died out a little, as the raven took in a sharp breath. Miki-san was raptured by such a reaction from the aloof girl, while Kaname-san seemed to prepare herself to hug Akemi.

"...I've lived long enough... to see and experience such things... often..." Oh, her heart. Mami felt her heart shatter as tears began to fall from her eyes. Kaname-san dived into Akem-Homura's side while Sayaka looked ashen. The little doll in Mami's hold struggled out of its own hug to go and comfort Homura; it latched itself around Homura's neck and nuzzled her cheek.

"I see." Mami sniffled back the last of her tears. It wouldn't do well to continue their discussions now, not with the atmosphere heavy and the day growing so late. "Miki-san, Kaname-san, Homura-san. I want to apologize for my failures this afternoon. I am a veteran, and yet I had almost..." and here came bacl the tears. Her failure was crashing down on her now, her arrogance leaving her open for a fatal finale upon the tragedy that is her life.

And now they'll leave her all alone, once more.

And hand pressed itself onto her shoulder. Glancing up she saw the blurry face of Homura looking down on her.

"Tomoe Mami, you are a veteran magical girl of approximately two years now. While it is expectant to have you perform at your heighest capabilities, it is not improbable for you to experience shortcomings. At these times, it is best for us to recollect ourselves and try to better ourselves...

"With some assitance from allies, if you will allow it."

Mami couldn't believe her ears. Akemi Homura, the mysterious dark magical girl veteran that had lectured into her head to beware death and treasure life, was now offering solace.

"She's right Mami-senpai." Snapping her head aside, the blonde saw Madoka and Sayaka beaming smiles at her. "It wouldn't be right to assume that you couldn't be knocked down, or waver when times are hard. You don't have to do this alone anymore."

"Yep! It's just as my wife says, we'll be with you every stel of the way Mami-senpai! Can't let anything bappen to our favorite senpai after all, right transfer student?" A sigh of fondness and roll of the eyes (odd...) and Homura nodded her head.

A tap on her knees and she saw the little witch looking at up at her once again. It streatched its cloth arms towards her as it jumped up and down, sounds of happiness coming out of her(?) not-mouth. Craddling the witch, Mami let out a teary laugh.

"I believe little Bebe also agrees with you all." At the looms of confusion Mami explained herself. "Well, we can't jjst call her a little witch or doll, can we? She has thoughts and acts like us too, it would be a bit dehumanizing to not give her a name." The witch - no, little Bebe - seemed to grow extatic at that and hugged the blonde's stomach tightly.

Then Bebe's mouth opened and the work creature sprung out to lick Mami on the cheek before nuzzling her again.

...something to discuss later.

i think im gettin better at writing th girls nd their dialogue with each ask. hope u enjoy, u nd everyone else who see ur blog! <3

I DO ENJOY THIS YES. YES YES YES.

#felix answers #rotating like a microwave #io3

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