Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Qualityâ Free Actions
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
(written to fit into the Victoria and Bree Cullen au)
hereâs how it goes. youâre a quiet kid. polite. bookish. mature for your age. when you introduce yourself with a nod and a ânice to meet you,â adults smile like youâre a performer in a play and notify your parents of what a little grown up you are. your glasses are too big for you. they slide down your nose. when class breaks, nobody wants to play games with you. well, you donât really like games anyways. you like books, you tell yourself, you like learning, you like things that other kids donât. youâre hardly a kid at all.
you spend your recesses in the library, or huddled in a corner of the field with books in your lap. you read nonfiction, because youâre hungry, because you yearn to know more, because youâre starved for something new. you read fantasy books, because theyâre given to you on holidays, and you couldnât bear to let it sit in your room with no one to read it. and you grow to like them too. theyâre a different kind of nourishing. these kids are like you. smart kids. mature kids. kids that donât play games at recess.
it doesnât matter to them. these kids have magic.
magic probably isnât real. they havenât totally proven it either way.
the instructional books written about it are thinner, flimsier, and make your parents grimace. they have silly blue and purple graphics on the front, speckled with galaxies that donât actually exist, people sitting cross-legged, glowing white numbers that are never mentioned in the books themselves, or digital art of white women with shoulder-length brown hair and flowers in their hands in a style that reminds you of ads at the doctorâs office. theyâre filled with anecdotes about trips to the navajo desert. you stop reading these books.
magic isnât real. but itâs interesting. and the idea had to come from somewhere. you stop reading the instructional books - your parents are visibly relieved - and you start reading histories. you learn about druids, about the oracle at delphi, about the origins of tarot and how astrology became astronomy and you skim through the visions of nostradamus. you read about the witch hunts. they hung them, burned them, drowned them, and god, people sucked. historians mourn for these poor midwives and medicine women who were killed for the crime of keeping to themselves and knowing too much.
but when you read about the made-up, fantastical things that people thought these women did, one specific detail crops up and sinks its teeth in your brain: the book. the witches wrote their names in the devilâs book.
you donât just read about history, growing up. you read about math and the stars, too. you read about science, medicine, the history of both - they used to call real plants and herbs things like eye of newt, then macbeth goes up at the globe and suddenly it was a warning sign for women to list the ingredients in jars on their shelves. you apply what you learn. you make yourself salves and lotions. homemade candles and silly, sentimental good luck charms for your mom. that rune means torch, it stands for truth and knowledge. this one means gift.
you couldnât say where it comes from, if someone put it there or if it put itself there. maybe it was always been there. maybe youâd only just noticed, like when you suddenly hear the washing machine after the buzzer goes off. you want to think you left it there yourself, and you just didnât remember doing it.
it doesnât make a difference. the book is on your night stand. you havenât read a word of it, but your place is saved with a red ribbon of a bookmark. you donât open it right away, but you donât get rid of it either. the book, on its part, is very patient with you. it sits by your alarm clock quietly. politely. content to wait. you donât even look at it, an uninvited guest you canât bring yourself to throw out in the cold.
a new family moves to town. no one knows much about them. theyâre weird, and donât get out much. it doesnât bother you like it bothers some.
still, the book sits. youâre in high school. youâre not a kid anymore. you make friends, and mistakes, and youâre busy with assigned reading.
a new girl joins your class, the sheriffâs daughter. sheâs quiet, too. you sit together sometimes, in a circle with your teenage friends around the lunch tables. she likes shakespeare. she almost gets hit by a car. she starts dating one of dr. cullenâs kids. she runs away to arizona and her partner brings her back with a broken arm. the other kids wonder if she had a mental breakdown, or is having one. they go to prom together. when you look up, a red-haired girl youâve never seen before is watching them. they leave early, and she with them.
you go home. you donât look at the book. a few days pass, and you do research, at the library and online, and you learn a little more about albinism, but nothing that explains how a red-haired girl could have red eyes. her eyes remind you of the cullens. how none of them are related, but they all have the same eyes. not red, something jessica calls hazel-gold-honey, but what has always looked to you like yellow. like a cat. or something else youâd find in the woods.
one thing leads to another. of course you open it.
you start at the first page. you donât know what you were expecting - instructions, maybe? a prologue? an arcane curse? but itâs just a big, blank page with a name, and a little sprinkle of red. the next page is just the same, only a different name and a few less speckles of red. you start flipping through.
you thought it would be the names that caught your eye, and itâs interesting, the penmanship, the languages, the variation in formality - some of the names were preceded by titles, followed by epithets or dates, but one signature consisted of nothing but a small, black, lowercase âvâ. but what really strikes you is the red. usually itâs a couple drops, but just as often itâs more, a puddle, a handprint, a sentence or drawing, an entire page soaked so thoroughly the page is stiff and wrinkled and warped.
you reach the bookmarked page. itâs blank. the page preceding you had been signed in glittery green gel pen, - âKristen, de Lyon, 1993Ⲡ- and was sprinkled with a line of delicate dots from one corner to the next. you imagine a french girl sitting at a desk in her bedroom, slicing her hand with a kitchen knife. your parents are in the kitchen, though. you grab a pencil, then toss it aside and scrounge up a blue sharpie. you go downstairs, rummage around in a cabinet, pull out a mini sewing kit your parents had once used for emergency costume repair on halloween, and run back.
you sign âAngela Weberâ then steel yourself to prick your finger with a needle. just a few drops. thereâs no goats, no strange men, no shadows or cackling laughter. you donât feel any different. but then the blood sinks into the page and moves. you flip through the book again. pages and pages of red text overlaying names... centuries of secrets at your fingertips.Â
you never meant to learn so much, you werenât looking for magic or monsters, but it doesnât feel like a deal with the devil. it just feels like turning to the next page, the red leaves smudges on your fingers but the letters donât smear, so what does it matter?
eventually, the monsters will find you on their own but for now, youâre content to wait, keeping to yourself and knowing too much.
So I know this is not what people probably signed up for but I got an ask from @hottwilighttake that bit me with the drabble bug, and witch!angela is a part of the VBC au, so I thought Iâd tag you just in case! If youâd prefer to be taken off the list, lmk, but otherwise thanks for your interest I love you all very much
I have no idea what specific headcanon ask this is for so Iâm just going to humbly offer you this: in my head (and in my au) witch!angela is not a hp kinda witch. twilight makes it clear that paranormal powers like aliceâs exist in normal everyday humans, even if it is, as is typical of the series, criminally underused. this is not what angela has. being a witch isnât the same as having powers. itâs a combination of what contemporary witch rituals look like with awful outdated historic depictions. deal with the devil stuff - only itâs not like, the devil... or at least angela is pretty sure itâs not.
Okay I just submitted a different ask but after realising you're a twilight blog with good opinions I have another one: do you know of any sources (fanfic or meta posts idc) that basically just rewrite twilight or propose ideas of how to do so? Like keep the world and characters but make them realistic and also not, ya know, horribly racist and all
These are some of the pillars of my Twilight community experience, to name a few. Some are established and others are hidden gems, some are active every day and some are on a hiatus, but theyâre all fantastic!
I do actually have a little notebook around here somewhere with even more of my favorite Twilight mutuals/followers/following... because one point I was planning to do an appreciation post but school got in the way. Anyways, most of these guys have been here doing the lordâs work since the beginning, and I love them!
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Qualityâ Free Actions
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
Do you think vampires, with their heightened senses, are more susceptible to pepper spray? Like, I was thinking about how Bella has a can and just wished for Edward to scare her one day and she whips it out on him and he doesn't expect it and is just...he can't even really cry to get it out of his eyes!
I have no idea! I would assume whether it would be painful would depend on whether their senses are still capable of being affected with pain by certain irritants. I can't recall anything similar with touch, so I'd base the effectiveness off of their olfactory senses.
We know their sense of smell is super heightened when it comes to prey/blood/other supernatural beings, but I can't remember if it's ever established whether they're able to detect smells from things like plants or normal food the same way. I think it was and they do, but I also think Smeyer might've said that food tastes like nothing to them at some point? And sense of taste and of smell are really tied together.
Based on that, I'd say within Twilight canon, that pepper spray would have a very significant effect on vampire olfactory senses, but little to no physically irritating effect on their 'flesh'. It could cloud their vision but not incapacitate them, at least not through pain. They'd have to wash out the substance with an external source of water, but other than that, it would probably just leave them nose-blind for a few hours, maybe even a few days depending on the actual contents.
However I in no way respect Smeyer's word of law, so for me personally I'd mix in some WWDITS rules. According to Mr. Waititi and Mr. Clemmons, vampires, as well as having heightened smell, can taste normal food, but they cannot subsist on it because eating induces immediate and extremely violent vomiting. I would assume as this is any body's way of rejecting poisons, that normal plant, spice, dairy, meat, and grain-based food or the nutrients contained within are somehow toxic to vampires. (This jives with the idea of vampirism being a sort of medical condition that I love!) Again, this is WWDITS rules, not Twilight, but I'm blending the two a bit for my own pleasure.
Using these rules, not only could Edward be painfully blinded, both in his eyes and his nose, but he may end up literally sick! So that's fun!
oh let's do this rn let's do this rn â honestly this task is so daunting because his entire character is just. begging to be ripped apart.
let's dig into the meat of it! he is, canonically, the most average, boring lookin vamp we ever seen because of what an ugly ass mf he was as a human. and that's really what it is isnt it? this mf is BORING, because hes ugly and angry and has nothing going for him. Literally! the only shit he can do to deal w it, canonically, is hunt down every other cooler, hotter, straight up better vampire out there and destroy them because there is no other way that he can even try to measure up.
his bio says he didnt care he was ugly and he only cared about winning but lbr hes mad, his whole tracker schtick is just the dumbest most violent toxic masculinity compensation crusade ever put to paper. he was changed by some french fucker as a JOKE and his response was to BE a joke by literally making his entire identity revolve around having one time lost a hunting contest to the vampire that changed him. congrats u played urself shitass!
and oh my god, the shit he pulled on Victoria? u know what this creepy mf did right? u know how they met right? my wife Victoria was literally LITERALLY minding her own business, not bothering nobody, LITERALLY avoiding the entirety of vampire kind because she does not WANT the stress, and he cant even leave well enough alone â cause nothing says skill and capability like targeting the vampire equivalent of an agoraphobe w PTSD and no other friends or family am i right? course surprise surprise her power is infinitely superior (just as she is in every way) but oh he cant just move on. no hes gotta do something shitty and fucked up right. so he more or less harrasses her about helping him until she goes along with it. an incel by any other name
to reiterate one of his most forgotten offenses, he had to STALK and TRAP a woman into willingly spending time with him. should I go on about how gross that is or about how pathetic?? I cant decide!
and oh haha you know what's funny? you know how vampires all have a singer? you know how this stupid fuck's gift is literally tracking? well guess who found his singer human but FAILED to fuckin hunt her down before she was changed? literally who even knows when he succeeded at anything because the only thing noteworthy about him is who escapes/eludes him. we really do have to take it at smeyer's word that he's good at what he does cause he just fails every time it matters. what a fucking LOSER
and... come on. we all seen/read twilight. if it wasnt clear before that his power was tracking and not strategy, or tactics, or idk common damn sense! this extra son of a bitch w his stupid ass dramatics is really putting his effort into going after a human for the first time since the roaring 20s and he gets torn to death and burned in a ballet studio in arizona. wtf do I even do w that. he has an immortal unkillable gf who coulda been idk utilized somehow but instead he does a crank call and busts out the home videos and rightfully gets his head yeeted for it. I mean ya he almost got away w it too if it weren't for those meddlin kids, but it's pretty clear its cause. smeyer said. isnt that sad? cant even attribute his almost victory to him!
and what sort of poetic justice is it that he spent his entire time as a human and as a vampire obsessed with being known for winning and killing, and the one thing we all remember him for is how he failed and how he was killed? I'm caCKLING
hes a fragile male ego w findmyphone powers. his only redeeming quality is his proximity to his far superior gf and his much more interesting token black friend.
the stupidity? unprecedented. the ugliness? unmatched. the basicness? unparalleled. really this ask is sort of redundant because theres no need to further roast when his official twilight saga wikia bio already exists
i wanna talk to u so bad like normally but i feel like the phantom of the opera taking off my mask or something
i can tell you right now that the worst case scenario is that we chat for a bit and then the chemistry fizzles out and we continue being chill tumblr acquaintances, and best case scenario is that everything goes great and eventually uhhh idk we fall in love live together and have cats and talk about gay monsters while we make breakfast? and most likely split the difference!
no pressure either way btw if u dont feel comfortable, but youâre great and iâd be SO down to hang out now that i can talk to people like a person fhfhajhfs
