I don’t belong, and my beloved neither do you

𝅄  ✧  .˚ fandom: twilight

𝅄  ✧   .˚ focus: novella lambert, novella lambert/rosalie hale

𝅄  ✧  .˚ content warnings: kissing, anxiety

𝅄  ✧  .˚ tags: longing, slight jealousy, shipuary, happy ending, rosalie likes leather and so does novella, pining, reincarnated soulmates, reincarnation, past lives

𝅄  ✧  .˚ music: ivy by taylor swift

𝅄  ✧  .˚ word count: 1,351 

𝅄  ✧  .˚ originally posted: 2022-02-02  

crackship by kai

March 2005        Novella had waited for what felt like a lifetime to know what happened after the baseball game had occurred. Though Emmett had come around the bakery promising to keep an eye out for her and her family he wouldn't answer her questions and neither would Alice, who told her to ask Bella. Novella glared at Emmett in the bakery as he asked her about the baked goods.        "Can you at least tell me if she's okay? That she's not dying? Charlie isn't even home yet" The short girl huffed as he asked another question about the cinnamon rolls.        "She's in the hospital but she'll survive," Emmett replied, and sensing her about to ask another question he put his hands up. "That's all I can tell you okay?" Novella glared at him again but avoided asking another question. She would just have to ask Bella when she was back. And if she didn't come back she would just have to be the most annoying version of herself and get her friend to talk to her. Novella knew that Bella hadn't felt the most at home but she wasn't sure if that had changed now. Novella softened and chewed her lip as she answered every question Emmett had about the sweets. After all, the thought of tasting cardboard for all time seemed horrible.       About a week later though charlie was home and so was Bella. Novella made fresh baked goods that she knew both the swans enjoyed, carefully baking them to perfection as if the sweets could get some answers out of Bella. It wasn't even that she just wanted to know what had happened, though that curiosity was there, she also just wanted to make sure that her friend was okay. That she was okay after everything. "Sai I finished the box, can you still give me a ride?" She asked her best friend not trusting the bike with the baked goods she had specifically spent all day on. "Yes Nov, this shift is almost done." She heard her friend say from the front of the bakery, the tone of her voice telling Novella the bakery was empty.        Fifteen minutes later they were outside of the swan residence she told Sadie that she could walk home and she would call if she was late before she made her way up to the door. It was charlie who greeted her at the door. "Hi Charlie I brought you and Bella's favorites," Novella peered around him into the house. "She's home right?"        "Yeah kid, she's up in her room recovering, could you bring her favorite baked good up to her? I don't want to interrupt your girl time." Charlie said and the care he had for his daughter tugged at Novella's heartstrings.        "Of course, thanks" She replied easily grabbing a small plate and putting the cream cheese danish on it before she made her way upstairs. It was a little too staged the way that Bella was sitting as though she was trying to seem casual.        "He ruined my dramatic entrance didn't he?" Novella joked also pointing out that she in fact did know that Edward had been there. Bella looked as though she was going to deny it before she let out a sheepish grin. "I knew it!" Novella exclaimed as quietly as she could to not make Charlie worry.        "Oh, and I have a cream cheese danish for you."She said almost as an afterthought.        "Oh."She heard the taller brunette say as she took the plate.       "So come on tell me what happened? Also don't just say you fell down the stairs, I was at the game in case you forgot." She added the second part almost as if it was an afterthought.        As Bella told her what happened she listened intently wanting to know everything but her brain kept going back to one of the first details she shared, that she had to trade clothes with Rosalie. It wasn't something that she should be jealous of, Bella was literally running for her life, but her brain kept going back to the fact. Part of her wished she got to trade clothes with Rose. Though the idea of going on the run was terrifying it wasn't that she was jealous of. She was jealous of the closeness she had gotten to be to Rose by wearing her clothes. Still she knew the thought was stupid so she kept pushing the thoughts away as she listened to her friend's story and added her own quips.

June 2006       If someone had asked her what she thought her life would be like now she would not in a million years have been able to have guessed this. She sat in the cabin she had been staying at lately that the Cullens promised would keep her and everyone safe on her request feeling she wasn't ready to be in the Cullens house full time. It had been a lot to process since April, the month she had been turned by victoria as some sick act of revenge against the Cullens and Bella. After turning she not only had memories of now but also of before of Rose. It had been hell to process those alone while also taking on the other newborn's guilt. It looked like it would be a little better now, though the Volturi wanted Bella turned yesterday. But she couldn't control any of that. "Hey Rose" She said feeling the presence of her nearby.       "Do you remember the talk we had the other night?" Rose asked. Novella felt mortified remembering telling Rose about how she had been jealous of Bella when she had been on the run. The worst part is she couldn't even blame something like sleep deprivation or something on it because she was a vampire now and sleep was impossible. "Don't worry Neph," Rose replied using the nickname of her past life as if it was as easy as breathing air. "it's not as embarrassing you think. I actually think it's really cute." She heard rose say steadying her embarrasment all at once.        "I remember." Novella said shifting to look at Rose as she sat on the couch with her. Rosalie was holding a box Novella raised her eyes at her in question.        "Well, I wanted to bring you this, open it." Rose said handing the box to her. Novella took the box carefully looking at it. It was clearly a new box for this specific occasion. It was a black box wrapped in a magenta ribbon carefully. It was clearly picked out with Novella in mind. She gently tugged at the ribbon not wanting her new strength to hurt the delicate thing. She opened the box exposing more magenta this time it was tissue paper. She was a lot less careful with this than she was the ribbon pushing it back to see black leather. Novella couldn't help the small sound of amazement that came out of her mouth. "It's from the eighties, I bought it because it seemed like something that you would wear and I really missed you. When you talked about being jealous of Bella it made me remember it. I've worn it to school for a week so it should smell like me." She heard Rose say. Novella carefully pushed the box to her spot on the couch as she grabbed the jacket and settled it on her shoulders. Looking at rose's smile made her melt completely. "You look beautiful with it on" She heard the blonde say to her.        "Rose have I told you lately that I love you?" Novella asked her settling on Rose's lap instead of the rest of the couch. To some, it would have been fast but it really wasn't. Novella, having been named Nephele at the time, had spent the rest of her life in love and mourning her. The whole time the Cullens had been in forks she felt drawn to her. These feelings were always there. Novella wrapped her arms around Rosalie's neck and kissed her. Feeling Rose's arms wrap around her waist. It just felt right.

Not a big deal, not a big deal at al-

Context

@grimaussiewitch

Companion art for SETTING SUN (Chapter 10)

my face while writing this fic

ok cool first draft done

Making good progress on my essay✨️

I was gonna post something OC related but then I started thinking about exit 8 and then my brain said “put the sillies in exit 8” and. resisting opening my laptop for this

the self-help voice in my head is cas so that when i start over-thinking i’ll just hear “I don’t know why you have to make things so needlessly complicated”

so i wrote 800+ words early today, and as i was about to go to sleep someone started a sprint... so i joined it :')) and accidentally wrote another 700+ words :'))))) fuck yeah my guys

gonna let you in on a secret, group projects are not for u to learn cooperation and whatever it’s so we get less papers to grade

It’s Golden, Like Daylight

𝅄  ✧  .˚ fandom: game of thrones

𝅄  ✧   .˚ focus: cyrus lannister, cyrus lannister/cosette allard

𝅄  ✧  .˚ content warnings:  kissing

𝅄  ✧  .˚ tags: fluff, inspired by taylor swift, i could picture it like a movie, will probably make an edit someday, angst mentions, past and nonspecific mentions

𝅄  ✧  .˚ music: daylight by taylor swift

𝅄  ✧  .˚ word count: 1,149

𝅄  ✧  .˚ originally posted: 2021-10-10  

       Cyrus rarely had days like this, days where he felt like the world melted away around him and became just him and the person he was with. But that was what today was, with cosette. He had not even wanted to get out of bed that morning, knowing that like every day of his life in this castle there seemed to be drama and theatrics. So instead of giving in and letting the people around him decide he was weak, he had decided to take today into his own hands.

       He got out of bed earlier than most people in the castle did and got ready for the day while he asked Adrian to do a few tasks for him, he decided that today would be a good day and rather than be in the castle all day he would go out to have a picnic of sorts out in the garden. He hoped that Adrian would be able to get Ariettey to get Cosette to meet him there. This part of the gardens he would use was a part that was out of the way and rarely used especially when there were more refined parts of the garden that were easier for the noble people to partake their tea at. Cyrus had found it when he first came and knew that it would be perfect for today.

       Cyrus made his way to the garden a book in hand, his teeth biting the inside of his lip worry of the place being right for Cosette worrying him. He had given up on the idea of not being in love with her, especially considering that he would be expected to marry her. It wasn't even the expectation of marriage that made him realize. No it was the little things, the way she smiled, the way she laughed, and how she never once left his side when he was hurt. He was a goner, and he knew that she was the girl he was head over heels in love with. So he wanted this picnic to be perfect for her. He wanted them to have one happy day, away from the noise and fear that surrounded them.

       Finally he made it to the area of the garden he had Adrian set everything up at. There was a red blanket of sorts covering the ground, a color that reminded him of her, with little pillows for them to sit on while they ate and talked to make sure she was comfortable and happy. There was a basket with some pastries Cyrus asked if they could get and it seems on such short notice they were able to get a lot of it out to the area.

       He heard sound behind him and though he was expecting Adrian he saw Cosette coming from around the foliage. "Oh hi, I uh, I thought it would be nice to take the morning and be together in the daylight." God he was acting like a child with a crush. But he supposed that was part of the field when you knew your feelings were real. "Cyrus," He could hear the genuine happiness brightening her tone as she took in the scene around them. "this is beautiful" She seemed momentarilly like she didn't know what to say before she spoke again. "What made you want to do this?" He heard her ask, curiousity light in her tone as she walked closer to the little picnic. He breifly took her hand and helped her down to one of the cushions he had had out for them to sit on. "Well I thought we could both use some time away from court, I know things are stressful there and I thought we could take some time to be together just us."

       It was unspoken what they were out here hiding away from but mostly the prying eyes of people, who wanted to use their thoughts and feelings against them. The only thing this may show is how much he cared about her, but considering they were to be married soon enough he wasn't too worried about what people would think about that. Cyrus made his own way to the other cushion and sat down smiling at her, "I sent Adrian out to help get things together for me this morning, but I made sure to ask for the strawberry cakes you liked last time we ate breakfast together." He said, before realizing that maybe noticing things about people was unnerving and he just gave a small smile. "This is perfect." She replied her eyes looking into his like she was happiest in the world just to sit with him. "I'm so happy you love it." He replied genuinely excited to spend the morning with her.

       That was how that morning was spent, the two of them together talking and laughing together. At one point he laid his head on her lap and read her the book he had brought, eventually her hands made her way to his hair playing with his hair while he read the story of a prince and princess who met against all odds, and came together. In reality the two of them could have spent days worth of time there together, reading, talking, smiling but it eventually had to end.

       "I'm afraid if we stay out here longer, people will come looking for us." He said to her a small gentle smile on his lips, "Let me walk you back to the castle?" Cosette didn't look like she wanted to leave the small garden with a great view of the sea but she stood nonetheless. "I would love for you to take me to the castle." She replied a wry smile on her lips.

       She looked so beautiful, and he knew if he didn't take this chance he would never take it. He lifted her chin up a bit and asked. "Cosette, may I kiss you" He asked his grasp on her chin so gentle that she could easily break from his grasp if she wanted. "Please." She replied softly like she had wanted nothing but that this whole day. Cyrus closed the distance between them with a gentle but passionate kiss, one that couldn't happen in the castle until they were married one he wanted to give her for a long time. Cyrus pulled back wishing nothing more than to keep kissing her in this garden as the morning turned into afternoon but he knew he was originally had the right idea and that they had to get back. "Let's go, before the whispers get too far." He said using all his willpower. There would be plenty of time for mornings spent together eventually. "Oh, alright." Cosette replied, a little exasperated by needing to leave he guessed. He took her arm gently and lead her back towards the castle, away from their little alcove.

the tension between me and the moth title i just found in my official document full of abandoned titles and story ideas when i've been wanting to work on a flash involving butterflies + moths for like 2 months but have not been able to come up with a title

The buzz of the win was starting to wear off and Chrissy anxiously hurried to where Eddie had told her to meet him after the game. He was facing away from her leaning against the passenger side of his van, his head tipped back and humming to himself.

“Hey,” she saw him stumble a little as he turned at her greeting, recovering smoothly and hanging off the handle of the passenger door while swinging out and around to face her.

“Hi,” he grinned, “uh, how was the game?”

“We won. Lucas Sinclair made an impressive three-pointer right at the buzzer.”

“I don’t know exactly what that means, but it does sound pretty spectacular.” She laughed and he grinned again, wider this time.

“His sister rolled a crit hit at the eleventh hour and saved the day, so, uh, my game went pretty well, too.”

She opened her mouth to ask what that meant, but a rustling noise startled her and she whipped around.

“So, uh… you still want that K? I can just take you home if you're not sure.”

She turned back to him. “No, I’m sure,” she pressed her lips together determinedly.

“OK,” he replied a little warily before opening the passenger door for her. “Your chariot awaits,” he invited, bowing her in.

He waited for her to get settled and then shut the door and went around to the driver’s side to join her.

The engine rumbled and the radio roared to life. Heavy music filled the van, surrounding her like a wall, a powerful voice soared over it: 'Cause it's free and I see that it's me / Who's lost and never found / I cry out for magic, I feel it dancing in the light

“Sorry, let me turn it down,” he reached for the knob and she reached out to stop him.

It was cold, I lost my hold / To the shadows of the night

“No, it’s cool.” Something about the music fortified her and she found the intense voice oddly reassuring. It made her feel a bit less like she was losing her mind.

No sign of the morning coming / You've been left on your own / Like a rainbow in the dark / A rainbow in the dark

“Hell yeah it is!” He pulled his hand back and held it up briefly, palm facing her, with the index and pinky fingers extended and the middle and ring fingers folded in under his curled thumb.

Do your demons, do they ever let you go? / When you've tried, do they hide, deep inside / Is it someone that you know

“You really like it?” He curled his fingers in and brought his hand to his mouth, nervously chewing on his thumb nail.

You're just a picture, you're an image caught in time

Chrissy felt her face heat up a little and she looked down as she smiled. “Well, it’s kinda catchy.”

We're a lie, you and I / We're words without a rhyme

“Catchy is not a word I think has ever been used to describe Dio, but it’s definitely cool.” Eddie reached behind the wheel for the shifter and threw the old van into gear.

There's no sign of the morning coming / You've been left on your own / Like a rainbow in the dark / Just a rainbow in the dark, yeah

Chrissy watched him drive, tapping on the steering wheel and mouthing along to the words, letting himself get more into the music as they moved out of the parking lot and the guitar swelled into a solo.

Top O' The Mornin' To Ya, Little Laddie!

Request: "Could you do something with Jacksepticeye he definitely deserves a tiny guy and maybe transforming one onto his shoes or something hahaha" -@dabooi

Content: Foot Play, Playful Giant, RPF, Foot Worship

A/N: My first request! I hope you like it! Also, apologies for the length of time between uploads. Had finals the past week and I was very busy studying. But now it's summer, so hopefully my uploads will be much more consistent

You woke up with a pounding headache. The ground beneath you was frigid, what little skin you had exposed felt numb. Sitting up and rubbing your head, you looked around. There was a large object behind you, almost as tall as a building. A large glass face pointed in your direction. Through the tinted glass you were able to see what looked like electronic components. Wiring attached to various points inside, and you shuddered to think what the large fans inside could do if you got caught in them. To your left and right were large, black, metal beams. They looked like they were easily as wide as you were tall. And dead ahead was a structure you couldn't discern. Large plastic wheels, easily capable of pinning you if not outright crushing you, rested on the floor. More plastic beams connected the wheels to a central support beam that lead to a platform that had to easily be 75 feet above you, if not higher. From this angle, it looked like a regular gaming chair. But that was ridiculous, right? If the chair was that tall, you had to be miniscule!

Before you could decide on your next move, a large section of the wall beyond chair opened like a door, before a giant entered the room, closing the door behind him. As soon as the giant's face became properly lit from the ceiling lamp hanging from the sky, you easily recognized who it was. You'd been a longtime fan of his YouTube channel, his regular greeting long since ingrained into your memory. Walking through the door was none other than Jacksepticeye. However, your admiration and excitement quickly turned to fear. Each of his sneaker-clad footfalls caused thundering booms to resonate throughout the room. He was able to cross the miles long distance between the door to where you are in mere seconds. Or atleast, what seemed like miles to you.

As he pulled out his chair, you tried to force yourself to stand, to be able to do anything to avoid being spotted. However, luck was not on your side today. You hear the giant youtuber yell out "Oh fuck! What is that?"

As those words wash over you, you feel paralyzed. All sorts of emotions bubbling up from the pit of your stomach with fear being the predominant one. You turn just in time to see Jack reaching for a plastic cup that was sitting on his desk before dropping it over you, trapping you in place. Once he was certain the cup was secure enough, Jack removed his hand before bringing his face closer. You could his face in finer detail than any of his other fans ever would. But now wasn't the time for ogling his face. You ran towards the edge of the cup before pounding your fists against its surface. The cup still damp from the water it must've been holding previously. "What're you?" He asks, his voice muffled slightly by the plastic, "You're like some kinda... tiny guy..."

Once he said those words, you stopped banging on the plastic and instead started vigorously nodding your head. "Yes! I don't know how I got here!" You yelled out, doing whatever you could to let him know the truth. Jack seemed to register your words, or at least he was able to figure out what you were nodding at. "If ya promise not to bite me, I'll let you out. Understand?" Jack asked, hand already grabbing the top of the cup. You quickly nod your head in agreement.

A blast of drier air rushes over you as the cup is lifted. Jack places the cup back on top of his desk shortly before laying his hand next to you, palm up. "Climb on little guy, lemme get a better look atcha."

You hesitantly climb onto his palm, and he slowly brings you closer to his face. At this distance, and without the dewy plastic of the cup separating you, you're able to see a few beads of sweat on Jack's forehead. His now colossal eyes scan you head to toe before asking "So, I'm guessing you'll need my help to grow back to normal?"

"If you have any help to offer. Not like I can do much at this size." You respond.

"Well little guy, I gotta finish recording my new videos, and this sweat is kickin' my ass... Any chance you'd be okay with helpin' me first?"

You nod your head before even asking how you'd be able to help a titan like him cool down. But, before you're able to ask, you feel him shift as he pulls a socked foot out of one of his sneakers. "I'm gonna apologize ahead o' time for the smell. But if ya could just massage my feet while I record, I'll definitely help you grow back."

You don't even get to respond as Jack quickly brings his hand down to his open sneaker. Your nose is already being assaulted by the smell coming from the opening, but you strangely don't mind it. At least not as much as you thought you should. "God, the smell must be even worse for ya down there. I can't imagine being that small makes it smell any less. Thank you for this, little one." Jack says before turning his hand. You slide along his palm before landing unceremoniously against the warm insole. Your face immediately becoming slick with the youtuber's sweat. You turn just in time to see the socked foot return to its home in the sneaker.

You're pressed against the insole as the foot comes to a rest on top of you. The pressure not enough to squish you, but certainly enough to pin you in place. Your head is pinned between Jack's toes, and you can feel him wiggle and stretch them, almost playing with you. You move what little you can in an attempt to massage the giant's sweaty, socked foot, although you doubt you're doing very good of a job. Hopefully when this is over, you'll find a way to transform back. As much as you don't mind the smell, it's still incredibly powerful. Not to mention being pinned by this weight is far from comfortable.

Far above you, Jack continues to turn on his PC, scoot his gaming chair towards his desk and sit down. As he sits, the pressure pinning you gets relieved slightly, although not as much as you'd wish. Jack puts on his headphones and wiggles his toes one last time. Damn, that little guy is really comfortable down there, He thinks to himself as he opens the game he plans on recording. He seemed pretty willing to go into my shoe... Surely he won't mind if I keep him there a little longer than planned...

Little did you know when you entered your idol's shoe that you'd be finding your new occupation. Every day Jack would drop you in his shoe before going about his daily life. He'd record, exercise, or even relax while keeping you pinned under his sweaty feet. You weren't even spared the smell at night, when he would put you in his sock before putting it back on, pinning you against his bare foot all night. Eventually your duties grew past simply massaging his feet, as he'd force you to lap up his foot sweat and make sure his feet were sparkling clean. At least you had all night to worry about that, and at least your giant master was someone you already admired, right?

current mood is my fat glass of prosecco and orange juice to try and write this mf essay

send help

my friend giving me access to their writing spirits space and bot has mostly just showed me that my writing speed is incredibly fucking insane