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this is why reading the series as an adult is so sad. we're now on the other side looking back at Bella's teenage "getting old is scary" mentality KNOWING how much better life has gotten just because we've grown & changed & overcome. being "frozen forever" means she'll never be able to truly discover the person she wants to be & will always lack the self-awareness to understand what her life is missing.
if Twilight were portrayed as the horror story it truly was, it would be clear that Bella staying childlike forever actually sucks. because getting older is a privilege & a gift. because change is beautiful, & stagnation is heartbreaking. because there is no greater way to love someone than to grow with them.
to be arrested forever at an age where you stamp out signs of growth for the preservation of your youth is a subtle sort of nightmare lurking behind a happily ever after that one rarely understands when they are on the cusp of adulthood.
The older I get, the more annoyed I am by Bella going on and on and on and on and on about how getting older seems like absolute fucking hell to her and there's nothing worse than not being 17 forever, and in general the way every single vampire is described to be forever young and baby faced essentially because EWWW wrinkles, EWWW imperfection, EWWW being old, like the whole saga is an ode to ageism
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realistically, i am team Jacob. unfortunately, i am team Edward.
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twilight au where smeyer is inserted into the world of her self-insert: or, who killed bella swan?
that fateful day at forks high began like all days at forks high did: by being described in excruciating, slow-paced detail.
today was no exception. after having a nightmare, bella got up, greeted the vampire in the corner (she was very observant), had a human moment, ate pop-tarts, slipped on a patch of ice, & scrabbled to her truck.
but today didn’t feel like a normal day. not bc the classrooms were empty or bc posters had been pasted up around school announcing a new student. instead, bella’s observant, effervescent mind made her feel this narrative setup in her bones. it was almost as if bella had the qualities of a third-person omnipresent narrator instead of a regular teenage girl.
sure enough, as soon as she stepped into the buzzing cafeteria, mike clasped a hand around her shoulder. “hey, bella!”
as you could probably guess by now, mike was in love with bella. she was an arizona girl that liked the rain. since girls from dry places didn’t like wet places, bella was not like the other girls.
“you’re just in time,” he continued. “the new girl’s about to arrive.”
bella chewed her lip. “oh. new girl?” she just had a nightmare about a girl, so it was weird that there was a new girl, just like in the nightmare she had. it was almost like bella was narratively set up to have the power of premonition. almost.
after rejecting several of mike’s sexual advances w/ patience & deference (as a good woman should), her eyes caught her statuesque white vampire bf from across the cafeteria.
today, edward’s eyes were a dandelion lemon starburst honeydew mangalope yellow, her favorite color. he wore a sleeveless white button-up that complimented his white undead face. in one hand he held a red apple which he kept with him at all times in case an allusion to christianity or greek mythology popped up.
bella bit her lip, yearning to raw dog this edwardian gentleman.
“hey edward,” she said, going for a kiss & getting rejected, “did you catch the thoughts of the new girl yet? everyone’s talking about her. i think something’s up.”
but on the other end of the table, alice flailed around with a permanent marker, scribbling on a lunch tray.
edward gazed at the apple as if it were a symbol symbolizing his crisp, sweet desire for forced symbolism. “you’ve nothing to worry about,” he murmured, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“wait a sec. alice is having a vision,” bella said, eyes narrowing. “something’s up.”
“you’re too stubborn & observant for your own good,” edward murmured, looking angrily down at the apple. “like eve observing the serpent in the garden of eden.”
“she has incredible power; i can see it,” said alice, still flailing & seeing. emmett leaned over to glimpse her work. “& her name is stephenie…meyer?”
emmett said, “anyone else feel like alice’s drawing looks like joseph smith?”
& as if on cue, she entered.
bella’s mouth dropped open. a rush of estrogen washed over her. “holy crow,” she whispered.
with her brown hair & brown eyes & brown lashes & plain-but-beautiful face, only their fashion choices separated bella from the new girl. while bella wore a t-shirt & khaki skirt, stephenie dressed less like a feminist whore with her floor-length white maxi skirt, ivory turtleneck & beige cardigan. she also didn’t wear makeup. she was not like the other girls.
“persephone,” murmured edward, golden molten butterscotch honey topaz eyes glittering.
she was gorgeous in a heterosexual way, like how bella felt about rosalie. like, so attractive bella could cry. but only because bella was insecure about her looks, not bc bella was gay or bi or whatever haha
bella touched his white forearm. “i told you to stop calling me that.”
“not you,” murmured edward. “stephenie meyer. the angel, come to hell. she’s as beautiful as you, my love.” bella’s heart melted. he lovingly rejected her kiss.
“she’s a god,” said alice, eyes shifting. “i can see it. she controls the universe. she’s rich, mormon, & fulfills her domestic duties just as a good woman should. i’m 100% straight but stephenie meyer would be my dream girl, hands-down.”
bella’s blood froze. wasn’t bella supposed to be alice’s vaguely homoerotic girl friend??
emmett’s eyes narrowed. “anyone else think she looks weirdly like bella?” but rosalie was too busy admiring her reflection in the face of her pearlmaster 39 diamond rolex watch w/ 18ct white-gold index dial & diamond-set oyster band, edward was ruminating over his soul, alice was still flailing, & jasper was daydreaming about licking daddy jefferson davis’ boots like the spineless confederate he was, yee haw
so only bella heard. panic bubbled in her chest. “what? stephenie meyer looks nothing like me.”
at the sound her name, stephenie’s eyes locked on the cullens’ table.
edward’s sexy pale white hard marble triple-double-diamond vampire bod crumpled to the floor.
“edward, what’s wrong?” asked alice. she was concerned about edward because he apparently had redeemable traits that made the cullens care deeply for him, it’s just not relevant to bella’s story
“oh, god,” edward moaned in a murmur. “she’s reciting the word of god.”
the ripe, juicy, succulent, voluptuous red apple had smashed to bits in his clenched fist. this symbolized edward willing to do anything & everything to destroy his temptations so long as it fell within the confines of a PG-13 storyline.
“i’ve got to marry her,” he murmured possessively.
“if i wasn’t a product of stephenie’s festering insecurities, i would say she’s as pretty as me,” snarked rosalie. “but i’m too vain & catty for that.”
bella’s knees wobbled at rosalie’s voice. visions of rosalie stepping on her neck blipped through bella’s mind, which was def a real thing that could happen bc rosalie was an absolute goddess of a vampire with heels higher than the empire state building & thighs thicker than the brooklyn bridge, heterosexually speaking
“right?? if you put bella & stephenie next to each other, the only difference would—” emmett couldn’t finish his sentence bc all the cullens sans edward had a medical condition that prevented them from saying more than 25 words per 400 pages of text; it’s very common, you can google it
“we are not the same,” said bella, her voice rising. “edward, please! we don’t dress the same, act the same—you know we aren’t the same, don’t you?!”
edward turned broodingly to bella. “do you believe in god, my love?”
“i don’t know.” all bella knew of religion was her mother’s fad diets. “i’m either a keto or a lutheran. do lutherans have gods?”
“all my life i thought i was a soulless monster,” murmured edward. “& we could get into a thematically relevant debate about what it means to have a soul, but the detailed account of your morning has made it impossible for me to make a compelling case without sacrificing important exposition, so let’s forget i brought it up after this conversation. the point is, i’ve discovered i do have a soul. & she has given it to me.”
“wh-what are you trying to say??” said bella. “what does she have that i don’t?!”
“thoughts,” murmured edward. “not her own thoughts, but—”
“all she does is recite scripture!”
“she doesn’t just recite scripture,” murmured edward. “she is scripture. my scripture.”
he cried a single tear. bella’s tear—yes!, the same one he had eaten that fateful day in the meadow. it tumbled from his chiseled white cheekbone, crashing onto the bits of smashed apple below.
“no!” the true nightmare had just begun. edward didn’t love bella!
she passed out.
october
november
december
january
these were the only months bella learned in primary school, but she listed them all to make sure she didn’t have a concussion
meanwhile, the cullens & the student body of forks orbited stephenie, praising her & quoting the bible & reassuring her that, yes, despite her hoarding an absurd amount of wealth (& giving nothing back to the indigenous ppl she wronged), she would definitely be getting into the kingdom of heaven
what if stephenie had come to replace bella? what if stephenie was bella? or what if none of this was real? what if bella had passed out in the woods again & was being carried back home by a bare-chested sam? (no doubt the rosiest scenario, but hey, a girl can dream)
&, as if on cue, the cafeteria doors burst open.
“i heard there’s a new girl in town.”
“jake!” bella said for no other reason other than to identify jake.
jake loomed in the doorway, a hulking eight feet & fourteen inches. instead of sporting his bare rippling abs & tight jorts, he wore a rippling xxxxxl t-shirt with Mormon Boys Are My Favorite Toys printed in rainbow lettering. over that he wore a turtleneck sweater. over that he wore a pinstripe suit w/ a monogrammed lapel; in fact, it seemed that every inch of jake’s typically objectified, UNDER-EIGHTEEN body was clothed.
behind him stood the quileute teens, all scowls.
“quick!” said jacob, throwing bella a shopping bag. “put this on & follow us!”
bella dropped the bag because she was clumsy, then she tripped over the bag because she was clumsy. bella was so clumsy. then she pulled out a bowling shirt, cuffed jeans, & doc martens. meanwhile, the crowd of students grew louder, larger.
“if you want to get out of here alive, you’re going to have to dress like the disaster bisexual you are,” said jake over the growing cheers of the student body. “now!!”
“jake, i can’t, you know i’m too het for these clothes!”
“het?? ok, strong disagree,” said leah, poking her head out from behind jake’s nine-foot-five frame.
at the sound of leah’s voice, stephenie shot her a glare. she & leah were natural enemies. for reasons.
from the back of the pack sam shouted, “we can have a healthy nuanced discourse on sexual orientation after we escape smeyer—hurry!”
“steph-en-ie! steph-en-ie!” cheers & howls drowned out the wolfpack. bella slipped into her new attire & bolted out of the cafeteria.
“wait, solike, what just happened?” bella asked. she could run alongside the pack even though she lived a completely sedentary lifestyle & was just described as clumsy. “who’s the new girl & why am i pretending to be bisexual?”
“‘pretending’?” leah smirked
jake said, “it’s smeyer. she’s writing a new book.”
“smeyer?”
“if you say her full name, you summon her.” jacob’s voice dropped to a murmur. “she’s trying to destroy her world.”
“her world? you mean ours?”
“not yet.” jake shook his head. “it’s her world. we are her world. & the more she adds to it, the worse it becomes.” they burst through the side door into the gloomy afternoon. “we’ve got to take back smeyer’s canon before it’s too late.”
“wha—holy crow, she has a cannon? what?”
“jake, c’mon,” said sam, car keys jangling in his hand, “we can talk meta later. smeyer’s going to follow us if we stick around.”
bella’s head spun. “w-well if she knows where we are, who we are—how the hell are we gonna stop her?”
whipping out a pair of shades from the folds of his monogrammed lapel, jake said, “well honey, lemme tell ya.” he slid the shades over his steely eyes. “first things first: we reclaim her characters.”
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Books set in the Twilight universe that I secretly want more than Midnight Sun:
A series about Demetri’s tracking adventures around the world
Alternatively, a genuine travel guide but written through the eyes of Demetri. “And this pub is great to find a quick bite whether you’re in the market for food or blood”
Benjamin and Tia
Carlisle: The Early Years (actually watching Carlisle struggle around blood would be insane and watching him invent the vegetarian diet would be epic)
The Original Vampire War: Romanians Vs Volturi. (A story showing how the Romanians ruled, seeing them laugh off the young upstart Volturi, and watching their ultimate demise. Not only would it be interesting and action packed but it would also give some contrast to the later Volturi that are only seen as villains).
An entire historical fiction period drama about Rosalie’s life before and leading up to her transformation and ending with her getting justice.
Garrett’s story. I’m sure we’d call it 1776 or something.
Felix (he’s pretty much a blank slate, there’s so much you could do with Felix)
The Children of the Moon (the actual werewolves that Caius hunted to extinction. I want to hear about them).
If we’re going to rewrite twilight from other characters POV I’d like to have Charlie’s instead please. That shit would be epic. It would be fun to watch the vampire bits knowing what they are but with a clueless narrator, then it would be tragic to hear his internal monologue when Bella left. The whole book has so much more potential
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Don't you think you owe it to readers to give them what they want?
No? What an odd take. Read my fic or don't.
#LMAO#me when a commenter tells me - 3 fics and 500000 words later - that 'the name Bells drives me crazy but you can do what you want ig'#like#buddy#i am out here writing monsterfucking soul bond Twilight AU fanfiction for god's sake#i am beyond reproach#i WILL do what i want
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I’ll embrace all your versions.
Details by Roberto Ferri.
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People LOVE the idea of being seen as an intellectual but are unwilling to actually put in any work to learn or understand anything
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crying and sobbing y'all when people said that you only add scenes that advance the plot they didn't JUST mean the overarching plot. they meant the plot of the book... entirely. like a conversation between two friends can advance the plot by characterizing them and grounding them with a meaningful relationship. if your book doesn't have "filler" it's missing emotional beats. which are plot. which are important. fun and whimsy aren't mutually exclusive from what "needs" to happen in your book. the advice isn't bad it's just taken too literally stop come back.
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would have loved to see the absolute mental unraveling of Edward Cullen during his honeymoon. in just a few short days the man goes from "oh no, i'm going to have to be physically intimate with my new extremely breakable wife," to "Oh No, that was the hottest night of my existence & i almost broke my new extremely breakable wife so now i definitely can't do this again even if it's hottest thing i'll ever do," to "oh nO, my new extremely breakable wife is wearing vIRTUALLY NOTHING on this hot tropical island & she's finally got the confidence to try & seduce me & i have to reject her despite kNOWING HOW GREAT IT IS TO HAVE SEX WITH HER" to "OH NO MY WIFE IS WEARING THE WORLD'S SCRAPPIEST BLACK LACE NIGHTGOWN & IS BEGGING ME TO HAVE SEX WITH HER BUT I CAN'T BUT I WANT TO BUT I'LL KILL HER BUT-
#twilight#twilight renaissance#the twilight saga#tts#edward cullen#bella swan#it's Crack But Serious begging to be written#no. no! focus on the fic........ gotta focus on the fic...................
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been reading "By Starlight" by @fuckmeyer and got possessed by the urge to make this
anyways, i'm having SO MUCH FUN and everyone should read this fanfic
#ALKSDJFLKASDLFKSD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#REVERSE THE TWO AND YOU HAVE ME ANYTIME I READ ONE OF YOUR FICS#I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT NESTA ALL DAY!!!!!!!!!!
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IT'S A DEAL❤️❤️❤️❤️
STOP IT!!! ME OPNEING TUMBLR TO SEND YOU AN ASK AFTER POSTING ON YOUR ONESHOT TO SEE YOU POSTING ON MY FIC ONLY TO FIND YOU'VE JUST MENTIONED ME IN A COMMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE MY LIFE YOU ARE MY STARS I AM IN AWE OF YOUR ABILITIES I AM RANTING TO MYSELF ABOUT HOW AMAZING YOUR WRITING IS BESTIE YOUR WORDS ECHO IN MY HEAD LONG AFTER I FINISH READING CAN YOU NOT FOLLOW ME EVERYWHERE CAN YOU STAY WITH ME FOREVER WHAT---
we are ABSOLUTELY on the same wavelength right now lmao oh my god, ily so much, YOUR writing lives rent-free in my head (i LITERALLY copied down a bunch of lines from chapter 15 of by starlight in my journal today like--)
i'll stay with you forever if you stay with me forever!!!!!!
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About the AO3 "No Guest Comments for a while" warning
If you're not following any of AO3's social media accounts you might be in the dark as to what kind of "spam comments" have engendered this banner at the top of the site:
These spam comments have been posted about a great deal on the AO3 subreddit for the past couple of days. Initially they comprised a bunch of guest (logged out users) bot comments that insulted authors by suggesting they were using AI and not writing their own fics. Some examples, from the subreddit:
But it then escalated to outright graphic porn images and gifs being posted in comments, again by logged out 'Guest' accounts. Obviously, I'm not going to give examples of those, but between these two bot infestations, AO3 has clearly decided to act and has temporarily closed the ability to post comments for users who are not logged in with an AO3 account.
Unfortunately, this means that genuine readers who don't have an AO3 account won't be able to leave comments on fics that they enjoy.
If you are a genuine reader who doesn't yet have an AO3 account, I strongly suggest getting yourself on the waiting list for one. More and more AO3 authors are now locking their fics down to registered users only - either due to these bot comments or concerns about AI scraping their work - which means you're probably missing out on a lot of great stuff.
Hopefully guest commenting will be enabled again at some point soon, but I suggest not waiting until then. Get yourself on that list.
Wait times are going to be longer than usual at the moment, due to the current Wattpad purge [info on Fanlore | Wattpad subreddit thread], but if you're in line, then your invite will come through eventually.
Update: There's now a Megathread about this on the AO3 subreddit.
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Happy By Starlight Sunday i promise i am responding comments etc ily ty
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“vampirism is too romanticized these days” damn that’s crazy. I’m romanticizing it even more now though because you’re whining like this
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TEAM LET LEAH CLEARWATER SAY FUCK
LEAH CLEARWATER SAYS FUCK
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Jane: Sir, a teenage vampire is outside threatening to expose our secret if he can't commit assisted suicide.
Aro: That's impossible, Marcus is right here.
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“vampires wouldn’t want to have sex with their prey because humans are just like soup and a sandwich to them” INCORRECT vampires are little fucking freaks there’s no telling what they’ll do with their human juice box of the month
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