Oh, I know that I'm not whole, and sometimes
feel the flies swarming, like much of me is rotten.

chad abushanab / ROADKILL ODE

Don't forget. Never forget. Wash, rinse, and repeat.

They say that girls are raised similarly to farmers raising pigs for slaughter. You never know the one that is next; which chamber has the bullet and which does not. Some happen to be fortunate, maybe they never have to feel the world's jaw around their throat. It is possible. Life can spit out a few miracles here and there, but this isn't for everyone. There is a runt in every litter and when it is seen, it never lasts long. Eventually someone has to take the bullet, and the gun needs to be empty by the end of the game.

(Think of it this way: You are born, since there is no ending without the beginning, and you may even be allowed to live for a bit, because as cruel as life is, it will be sure to make you beg for it. Then it's snatched away and you're just simply gone; a greyed out piece of paper, a mere mention on the television, a dwindling memory.)

That is, until you're not. Make sure to wash, rinse, and repeat.

And so, in a Laura Palmer fashion, you are a corpse found on a beach, blue and swollen and wrinkled with death. You are limbs and flesh squashed together somewhere in a city, abandoned in a nasty dumpster in an even nastier alleyway. You are spread out somewhere in the woods, the grave shallow or six feet under but just enough for the maggots to still get to you before anybody else can.

You would think that it ends here, but it doesn't. It usually never does for girls. Things get a bit crueler after they're dead.

Society is not nice. It is never merciful. It is depraved and sickening and unrelenting. Maybe it's best to not be found. Memories left alone remain untainted and you're still a bit alive even when you are not, but every living thing leaves something behind: a trace, a crumb, a single fingerprint. Missing Girl becomes Dead Girl, and Dead Girl is no longer a person—she doesn't exist, and her body is no longer her own. Dead Girl is used, Dead Girl is fetishized, Dead Girl is just a reflection of what people want her to be.

(Justice is half assed, justice is not clean. Did you notice the documentary they put out with your killer front and center?)

Dead girl this, dead girl that. You nearly forgot to wash, rinse, and repeat.

And then you are Stokely Crowe; eighteen, head cheerleader, motherless daughter, rotten on the inside—and you learn a thing or two about dead things and small towns and women with fist sized holes in their chests. This is her first lesson, this is her first mistake, this is universal: You are supposed to throw the pig out when you're done with it. Secrets are meant to be placed somewhere like the Dead Girl, but like Dead Girl something is always left behind. The flies began to swarm, the maggots start to come, and the grave is uncovered.

(Secrets are on a beach, blue and swollen and wrinkled with death. Secrets are abandoned in nasty dumpsters in even nastier alleyways in a city. Secrets are somewhere in the woods, within a grave that is too shallow or six feet under. You find them in the prettiest eyes of a girl gone too soon, or the boy that always watches and seems to know a bit too much.)

Wash, rinse, and repeat.
Is the blood still on your hands?

marlo kelly, stokely crowe

maxence danet-fauvel, edward cullen

christian bale, william crowe

kiana maderia, robin pereira

young!josh hartnett, ripley willis

sandra oh, jackie hyun

anya taylor joy, bella swan †

& &

jacob elordi as patrick willis
katie siegal as jaime crowe †
medalion rahimi as rosalie hale 
john boyega as emmett cullen
gemma chan as esme cullen
oscar issacs as carlisle cullen
forest goodluck as jacob black

trigger warnings. violence, gore and character death, unreliable narrator, hospitalization, alcoholism, medications, hallucinations, bullying, toxic relationships, hunting/stalking; possible scenes or implied cannibalism, and possible bad writing! read at your own risk babes!

dedications.
sweetvinyls jonnybernthai heywardswhore tearsricochets damnwinger gwensparker soroseful fleurfuI bIoodbags -theL0uvre moonspector -sslumpg0d ryrythewritingguy okaygallagher wildstarkey nimuekru xsparrows hmulupin vaIIeyofdoIIs daidriem -QUINTANILLA verascrier lovebvrns smittenhearts dandellons tomifilms adoIescents

authors note.
shout out to lovebvrns for giving me the oscar issacs idea ilysm!! go check out her twilight fic <33

anywho

heyyyyyy. it's been a minute.

i'm so happy that i get to FINALLY post this. been working on this since august after i had covid and the twilight movies were the only thing keeping me from offing myself lmaoooo this is quite literally the 3rd version of this plot and i'm so proud of it and stokely deserves all the love and appreciation that she can get. she's been in the dark for a good minute!!!

FORGET EVERYTHING ABOUT TWILIGHT OR ANYTHING CANON WISE. this is an au befuckingware!!! like what if something happened instead or if this person did that. i also perfected the vampire lore a little because we all know that smeyer made that shit up as she went LMAOOO twilight wouldve been sexier if it was darker and the vampires were less boring amirite

also this isn't just an edward cullen (?) fic. stokely is going to be a little fruity whether she likes it or not.

started - april 20th, 2022
ended -