Emancipation Proclamation: Valentines Day

I’ve finally got to that part in EP that my friends have nudged me enough for me to know that it’s something to special: it’s Valentines Day in Forks, Washington and Edward is worrying a hole in the floor with his constant pacing.

Bella’s never been made to feel special, but Edward is about to set that right. She’s the dearest thing in his life and she will know it.

“We were supposed to be together. I don’t know what force it was the drove us together, if my mother had a hand in it or even my father for that matter, but whatever it was led us to where we were. And it was right. So fucking right. Laying there, holding her after making love to her and discovering exactly what the fuck that was, I knew there could never be another.”

Emancipation Proclamation, Chapter 47 by Kharizzmatik

I am typing this while listening to The Edge of Glory by Lady Gaga and it seems strangely appropriate – that eagerness and anticipation precipitating that leap, the jump off of the edge of life when you reach for what you want, that excitement when you free fall for an instant waiting for the moment to be real. Not to mention the possible puns about falling over the edge… *giggle*

Edward is a little more sentimental and sets the scene beautifully with Blue October’s 18^th Floor Balcony – singing to her from the heart, laying himself more open than he has ever been.

“So we talked about mom's and dad's 
About family pasts 
Just getting to know where we came from 
Our hearts were on display 
For all to see 
I can't believe this is happening to me and,
I raised my hand as if to show you that I was yours 
That I was so yours for the taking 
I'm so yours for the taking and
That’s when I felt the wind pick up 
I grabbed the rail while choking up 
These words to say and then you kissed me
I knew from the start 
My arms are open wide 
Your head is on my stomach 
And we're, we're trying so hard not to fall asleep 

But here we are 
On this 18th floor balcony
We're both flying away

And I'll try to sleep
to keep you in my dreams
'Till I can bring you home with me
I'll try to sleep 
and when I do I'll keep you in my dreams”

It was a lovely chapter to read, a sensual awakening, love shining from two souls – both jaded and hurt inside, though innocent in their own ways. It was beautiful to see how they can come together as a whole and leave their pasts behind.

You can find Emancipation Proclamation here: http://kharizzmatik-ep.blogspot.com/2009/08/prologue.html

Rhian

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Breaking Dawn Trailer

Well it’s no surprise that we’re all swooning over the brand new Breaking Dawn trailer. I am immensely happy that Summit finally employed someone that was a good trailer editor and teased us just enough. Opening with anticipation as the wedding invitations are received, heightening the drama with Jake’s embittered response.

The audience are invited to the big event – an invitation that I will be taking advantage of for sure!

They teased us with some magnificent, if altogether too brief shots of the wonderful couple. Bella looked quite the beautiful bride and Edward’s voice-over made my heart flutter.

Who doesn’t want a man who loves you so much that eternity doesn’t feel like enough? Or maybe I’m just a romantic… Okay, admittedly there’s no maybe about it. I am swooning.

Then BAM: HEAT. Oh my god, so freaking hot – the bed breaking! I was close to hyperventilating for sure.

A little apprehension creeps in at the end. It was surprisingly well done, I thought – the whole pace slowing right down, honing in on Bella’s form and I almost feel that nudge myself. As Edward’s anxious face owns the screen….

Kudos Summit. I whine about the things that you get wrong, but I’ve got to commend what you’ve done right and I really think that this trailer is one of them. I am looking forward to November – please don’t disappoint me.

Rhian

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Emancipation Proclamation: Strength

“Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.”

 Mahatma Gandhi

Isabella has a strength of spirit that has allowed her to survive a life of brutality. Edward has cut himself off from the world to survive, living an empty life pushing everyone away rather than actually feeling anything inside.

What use is survival when there’s no will to live; no life to truly live?

Strength comes from within, but sometimes, it has a little outside help. 

“I was broken until you came into my life and I’m finding myself again. I never thought it would happen, never thought I’d find someone like you. My mom used to talk about fate all the time, and I think now that you’re my fate. You were brought to me for a reason, for us to save each other. Because you weren’t the only one needing saving, Bella. I was drowning, and you rescued me. You’re my life now.”

Edward, Emancipation Proclamation

“Toughness is in the soul and spirit, not in muscles and an immature mind.”

 Alex Karras

Emancipation Proclamation: Edward and Bella

"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."

Anais Nin

Isabella Marie Swan. Edward Anthony Cullen. Worlds apart. Born into different realities. But there is a spark. A thunderbolt. Colpo di fulmine.

Can they break a cycle of hate and pain?

"Just as despair can come to one only from other human beings, hope, too, can be given to one only by other human beings."

Elie Wiesel

Rhian

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Midnight Sun

Midnight Sun is my favourite book of the series, even if it isn’t finished and published. It consumed me as a reader and inspired me to write my own EPOV – The Meadow – because I was gutted that Stephenie Meyer hadn’t got that far in her draft.

I find it beautiful to watch the jaded, cynical Edward come alive and dare to dream. A simple girl brings with her a silent mind and selfless nature and a hope that he had never before experienced.

When reading the books in the saga I find myself always thinking: ‘What is Edward thinking now?’ just like he does with Bella. It’s the character of Edward that keeps me here in this Twilight world.

Here is one of my favourite passages in Midnight Sun, the moment that Edward truly opens his heart and admits a love that he never thought he would feel:

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I owed it to her to do the right thing now; I could no longer pretend that I was only in danger of loving this girl.

After all, it really didn’t matter if I left, because Bella could never see me the way I wished she would. Never see me as someone worthy of love.

Never.

Could a dead frozen heart break? I felt like mine would.

“Edward,” Bella said.

I froze, staring at her unopened eyes. Had she woken, caught me here? She looked asleep, yet her voice had been so clear…

She sighed a quiet sigh, and then moved restlessly again, rolling to her side – still fast asleep and dreaming.

“Edward,” she mumbled softly.

She was dreaming of me.

Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? I felt like mine was about to.

“Stay,” she sighed. “Don’t go. Please… don’t go.”

I struggled to find words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had no words strong enough the hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them.

When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been.

*happy sigh*

If you’d like to see my attempt at Edward’s version of the meadow scene you can find it here:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6019078/1/Illumination_Edwards_Meadow

But if you go to the Twilighted page you can see ange de l’aube’s stunning banner that she made for me:

http://twilighted.net/viewuser.php?uid=79914

Sorry for the self pimp, but it seemed to make sense with this post.

Rhian

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Breaking Dawn

Mmm, feathers…

Well, as you all know and are undoubtedly as frustrated with as I am, Stephenie left us with the ‘fade-to-black’ love-scene in Breaking Dawn. However, I thought that this banner based on a sneak peak of a Breaking Dawn scene in the new film needed a little less of the fading and a bit more EPOV…

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I felt a growl rumble through my chest. My cool breath leaving my body and blowing Bella’s hair, pimpling her flesh as it whispered over her skin.

It was too much. It was all too much.

Bella’s heart beat a rapid tattoo against my chest and I felt as though my own had started beating again. Impossible, I know, but I was sensation itself; the pulsating pleasure coursing through me was a glorious torment I could barely fathom, changing everything, consuming every thought. I had no idea…

My senses were overwrought, bombarded, staggered. Bella’s heat steamed the space around us – I could feel it on my skin.

The sound of our heaving breaths and moans echoed in the large room; Bella’s heart and blood and whimpers playing a tantalizing chorus to my ears.

The smell of her arousal was thick in the air, mingling with the perfect scent of her blood. It was devastating. The wrecking ball on that first day had nothing on this. This was powerful and awoke something entirely different in me.

I’d never felt more human. I’d never felt more animal.

My mind could grasp only one thought: Bella, my love.

I hope you liked it, a bit of a different post today.

Rhian

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Eclipse

Hello All,

I have had the worst day and thought that some romance was in order so, continuing with the canon theme, here is a little Eclipsing.

Let's set the mood:

One of my favourite things about Edward is his willingness to sacrifice his happiness for Bella's, I find it magical that someone can love another so much that they truly put them first. Yes, I do know that they are fictional characters (I hope I'm not bursting anyone's bubble there lol) but to think that love like that exists in real life is a wondrous thing.

But even more beautiful is when Edward, for once in his very long and previously empty life, gets exactly what he desires. That smile... 

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I reached for the ring, but his long fingers beat me there. He took my left hand in his, and slid the ring into place on my third finger. He held my hand out, and we both examined the oval sparkling against my skin. It wasn’t quite as awful as I’d feared, having it there.

“A perfect fit,” he said indifferently. “That’s nice — saves me a trip to the jewellers.”

I could hear some strong emotion burning under the casual tone of his voice, and I stared up at his face. It was there in his eyes, too, visible despite the careful nonchalance of his expression.

“You like that, don’t you?” I asked suspiciously, fluttering my fingers.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Sure,” he said, still casual. “It looks very nice on you.”

I stared into his eyes, trying to decipher the emotion that smoldered just under the surface. He gazed back, and the casual pretence suddenly slipped away. He was glowing — his angel’s face brilliant with joy and victory. He was so glorious that it knocked me breathless.

Before I could catch that breath, he was kissing me, his lips exultant. I was light-headed when he moved his mouth to whisper in my ear — but his breathing was just as ragged as mine.

“Yes, I like it. You have no idea.”

I laughed, gasping a little. “I believe you.”

I'm not very original today, but I hope that you like the banner.

Rhian

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New Moon

My Twilight canon phase continues this week. I recently started reading Ithaca is Gorges by giselle-lx, a rec from my good friend songster, and this banner came into being.

My heart is Edwards and it often breaks for him. I feel that I know him so well as I as an avid reader of Midnight Sun. But never does it hurt more than when he leaves Bella in New Moon; I can barely imagine his pain. He destroys his own happiness, thinking that he is sacrificing himself for his love when he's really wounding them both.

The most poignant moments of Stephenie Meyers' writing for me, it the outtake EPOV of Edward finding out the (mistaken) news that Bella is dead:

http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/pdf/nm_extras_rosalie.pdf

It gets me every time. The strong and infallible vampire loses his quick thinking mind, he moves like an old man unsure of his actions, out of control in his utter desolation... *tears*

Giselle offers an EPOV of the whole of New Moon and brings Edward's feelings to life so well that his pain is tangible and my heart breaks even more. There is also Carlisle POV that serves to describe what Edward can't in his own pain, giving an outside perspective of Edward's grief, while he shares in his son's grief.

If you want to check out this story you can find here http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4988866/1/

Sorry if I'm sharing my emo.

Love

Rhian

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Twilight

It is what it’s all about, right? Twilight: where all this began – a boy and a girl. Edward and Bella. I am feeling the Twi-vibe this week and felt like stretching some creative muscles. Twilight and Twilight FanFiction and this crazy world of truly amazing people from all over the globe have been my haven for the last year.

This post is for anyone who has ever said a kind word and made me smile.

The Meadow

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Be Safe

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If you look at my little blog and aren't already a Twitter friend, please leave a comment so that I know who you are. I would like to know you all.

Rhian

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Pistols and Petticoats

“

"You don't remember me, do you?" She asked, her voice like honey washing over him. It eased some of the tension in his shoulders and back, allowing him to breathe more easy. He didn't look up, but he could feel her gaze burning his skin.

"I know who you are, Isabella Swan." Of course he knew who she was. She was the brave pig-tailed girl he used to dream about as a young boy. She was the pretty teenager he had seen at the river, crying after the death of her mother from the same fever that took his parents. She was the beautiful woman he would look for, yet hide from, on his monthly visits into town. Of course he knew who Isabella Swan was.

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With a chilling back drop of racial hatred and a disgraceful disregard for basic human rights a young woman faces the fists of her father on a daily basis. It is a life Isabella has come to know well, but it is no life at all. Her only hope for escape is to become the mistress of the wealthy and cruel Michael Newton who lords over the town of Deadwood as if he owns it.

Isabella knows that she could not bear such an existence and that his hands would be no gentler than her fathers and so she runs away in fear. She doesn’t get far as the perils of the journey become too much but a handsome stranger comes to her aid.

Edward, son to a white father and an Indian mother, is a social outcast; feared and shunned. He is forced to live a solitary existence forging his livelihood in the lonely outback. His life is predictable, offering no meaning other than respecting the memory of his beloved parents whose love he must now live without.

He cannot bear to see her suffering and does everything in his power to gain her freedom and take her away from her dreadful life. With an impromptu marriage and a strained beginning to their life together, they both find more than they had bargained for. With the first hint of kindness that either has experienced in many a year, they cross racial lines and find solace in each other. Gentle hands and gentle words are gentle, no matter their origin. Love doesn’t have a colour and Bella isn’t bound by the ignorance of those around her.

“

Edward slowly lowered himself beside Isabella, relaxing into the soft mattress beneath him, glad to no longer be on the hard, cold floor…  Stretching, Edward froze as his foot brushed Isabella's bare leg under the blankets, and the situation suddenly became clear in his mind. He was in a bed, beside Isabella, and she was only wearing a night shirt. He hadn't thought of the implications when he accepted her offer to share.

Both of them lay beside each other, stiff as boards, shoulders touching, as the sound of their breathing filled the silent bedroom.

"Good night," Isabella whispered.

"Mmm hmmm," Edward affirmed, tightening his hands into fists, fighting the urge to reach out and pull her into his embrace, to bury his face in her hair, to kiss her until they were both left breathless, to truly claim her as his.

Edward lay awake for a long time after Isabella succumbed to sleep. It was like his body was connected to hers, every breathy moan, every shift of her sleeping body made Edward's stomach tighten. He was a coiled spring just waiting to break.

However, Mr Newton is not accustomed to the word ‘no’ and the couple must fight for their happiness. Is their love enough the give them the strength that they'll need? When life is cruel, you can find safety in love.

Now complete, find Pistols and Petticoats by saltire884 on FanFiction.Net http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6294495/1/Pistols_and_Petticoats. 

Rhian

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Last Tango in Forks

Last Tango in Forks begins with a nameless tryst and a moment of insatiable need. An anti-hero, crippled by an emotional turmoil he can’t face, reaches out to feel something other than pain and emptiness. An unassuming and caring girl seeks an excitement sorely lacking in her dreary life, taking the opportunity to ease her stranger’s hurt.

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She blushed deeply, once again unable to look away from him. He simply stared back at her, and when he blinked again she saw a fresh set of tears slide down his cheeks…

"Are you alright?" After what felt like minutes he shook his head slowly. "It's just that... I would feel terrible if I left here and didn't at least try to help… Is there anything I can do for you?"


"Yes," he choked out.


"What can I do?"


He moved then, slowly walking towards her like a wildcat stalking its prey. The closer he got to her, the more she could feel something growing and tingling, as if an electric current was shooting between their bodies. He didn't stop until he was right in front of her with his arms on each side of the window, effectively caging her in. He even smells beautiful.


He looked deep into her eyes for almost a minute, allowing the electricity to build between them to a breaking point.

"You can let me fuck you," he whispered.

 ~

They find a passion in each other that they never knew could exist. As they keep their meetings secret, not even sharing their names, they actually come to share much much more – parts of themselves they wanted no one to see. But when reality beckons and threatens to disturb their delicate balance, can they still be what they were before –before faces had names, before souls had pasts, before the outside world crept in?

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"But... don't you even want to know my name?" Bella asked, a slightly bewildered tone in her voice.


"No!" he snapped. "And I'm sure as hell not going to tell you mine." After a moment his tone softened and he continued. "That's for the outside world, with all the walls we've built around ourselves. There's no place for that shit here.

"We're going to meet here and it's going to be real... no bullshit pretenses. We're going to say what we want and do as we like." He leaned down to kiss her lips again before pulling away and smiling. "Putting a name on things only gives it limitations... expectations. I don't want any of that. I just want your body... and your soul. Your true soul that you hide away from the rest of the world, buried behind your name.”

Find AwesomeSauce76's Last Tango in Forks on FanFiction.Net http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5918985/1/Last_Tango_in_Forks for a truly awesome read ;)

Rhian

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Rhi_Inspire Reinspired

Hello lovelies,

Welcome to my new blog! I thought I needed a new look so I’ve made a new banner as my header and changed my colour-scheme. All in all, I’ve had a bit of a makeover with help from ange de l’aube. I can’t say how much I appreciate her help with this, but I will say that I flove her!


I hope that you like it. I’m not sure if you’d be interested, but you can now subscribe to the blog so that you’re alerted when I update.


Rhian
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Our Meadow

With Eclipse coming our way shortly I thought I would share these meadow scenes with you.

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The Angel and his Love

Here are two Twilight banners that I made some time ago. My banners are usually inspired by something I find moving. As Twilight readers, you’ll recognise the scenes. I know the banners themselves aren’t very good, so please forgive me, but I thought I would share them and the thought behind them.

The Angel

This is a part of the book I always find very poignant – Bella hanging on the cusp between life and death, floating into unconsciousness and Edward calling her back to him.

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As I drifted, I dreamed.


Where I floated, under the dark water, I heard the happiest sound my mind could conjure up — as beautiful, as uplifting, as it was ghastly. It was another snarl; a deeper, wilder roar that rang with fury.


I was brought back, almost to the surface, by a sharp pain slashing my upraised hand, but I couldn't find my way back far enough to open my eyes.


And then I knew I was dead.


Because, through the heavy water, I heard the sound of an angel calling my name, calling me to the only heaven I wanted.


"Oh no, Bella, no!" the angel's voice cried in horror.


Behind that longed-for sound was another noise — an awful tumult that my mind shied away from. A vicious bass growling, a shocking snapping sound, and a high keening, suddenly breaking off…


I tried to concentrate on the angel's voice instead.


"Bella, please! Bella, listen to me, please, please, Bella, please!" he begged.


Yes, I wanted to say. Anything. But I couldn't find my lips.

Chapter 23 of Twilight, by Stephenie Meyer.

Impasse


Bella yearns for forever with Edward but Edward, denies himself the one thing he’s ever really wanted as he is unwilling to risk his love’s soul.

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"So ready for this to be the end," he murmured, almost to himself, "for this to be the twilight of your life, though your life has barely started. You're ready to give up everything."


"It's not the end, it's the beginning," I disagreed under my breath.


"I'm not worth it," he said sadly.


"Do you remember when you told me that I didn't see myself very clearly?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "You obviously have the same blindness."


"I know what I am."


I sighed.


But his mercurial mood shifted on me. He pursed his lips, and his eyes were probing. He examined my face for a long moment.


"You're ready now, then?" he asked.


"Um." I gulped. "Yes?"


He smiled, and inclined his head slowly until his cold lips brushed against the skin just under the corner of my jaw.


"Right now?" he whispered, his breath blowing cool on my neck. I shivered involuntarily.


"Yes," I whispered, so my voice wouldn't have a chance to break. If he thought I was bluffing, he was going to be disappointed. I'd already made this decision, and I was sure. It didn't matter that my body was rigid as a plank, my hands balled into fists, my breathing erratic…


He chuckled darkly, and leaned away. His face did look disappointed.


"You can't really believe that I would give in so easily," he said with a sour edge to his mocking tone.


"A girl can dream."


His eyebrows rose. "Is that what you dream about? Being a monster?"


"Not exactly," I said, frowning at his word choice. Monster, indeed. "Mostly I dream about being with you forever."


His expression changed, softened and saddened by the subtle ache in my voice.


"Bella." His fingers lightly traced the shape of my lips. "I will stay with you — isn't that enough?"


I smiled under his fingertips. "Enough for now."


He frowned at my tenacity. No one was going to surrender tonight. He exhaled, and the sound was practically a growl.


I touched his face. "Look," I said. "I love you more than everything else in the world combined. Isn't that enough?"


"Yes, it is enough," he answered, smiling. "Enough for forever."


And he leaned down to press his cold lips once more to my throat.

Epilogue: An Occasion, Twilight.

Rhi_Inspire

And so it begins...

Having fell firstly in love with Twilight and consequentially with Twilight FanFiction I have now found an additional way to while away the hours in the form of banners and blinkies.

I would like to thank those who encouraged me to do this, especially one particular person who knows who she is...I am extremely grateful for all your guidance and patience.

Many of my banners are inspired by Master of the Universe written by the lovely Snowqueens Icedragon, and that is where I began my Photoshop experience.

As we go along there will also be some Twilight banners, that’s where all this started right? And who knows, as other stories appeal to me there could be more…

So, without further ado, this is where you will find my work. I hope you enjoy...