TimidAmbiguity's profile picture. I'm the writer of the sex column SWAN AND THE CITY. But now you can find my risque articles in Vogue. ||AU/RP/18+||

Bella Swan

@TimidAmbiguity

I'm the writer of the sex column SWAN AND THE CITY. But now you can find my risque articles in Vogue. ||AU/RP/18+||

'Good guys screw you, bad guys screw you, and the rest don't know how to screw you.'


And I love /you/, @SeductressSwan. Thank you. [[Slides a cosmopolitan down the bar.]] It's on me.


[[Raises my glass to @MisfitEdward.]] Be flattered. The notorious B. Swan of Swan and the City doesn't just hand out four star reviews.


[[Curling my digits about the martini glass with a dubious grin.]] With that said, I still seek #Rosalie and #Alice. Don't be shy.


I know I'm not alone when I say that it's refreshing to see Twilight based storylines (AU human) resurfacing the role-play world.


Unique! Tantalizing! Mysterious! That's what this journalist has to say about @MisfitEdward's work. A four star review.


Thank you for the kind words. I will have to take a look at your piece, @MisfitEdward.


Thank you, gorgeous. [[Blows a kiss to @SeraphicSteele.]]


Bella Swan reposted

Please take a look at @TimidAmbiguity's solo because it aims to please sore eyes.


-- ‘You never know what’s going to be around that next corner.’]]


-- perhaps it’s peace of mind that I’m doing the right thing, or maybe I just want a bagel. That’s the beauty of the city. --


-- doors slowly pan shut. Maybe she isn’t the exception. That night, I wander the streets alone, not sure what I'm looking for, --


-- wriggles from behind her desk when beckoned by the devil herself; rolling her eyes as she shimmies past me and the glass --


-- but now I feign a smile, nod politely, then sidle my way out of her office. Alice Brandon dons an apologetic stare as she --


-- as I even the bleeding stack of papers on her desk. A month ago, perhaps even a week ago, I would have fought her on this,


-- the hell this is.’ Sweeping my tongue over my bottom lip as Rosalie slinks her fingers through platinum hair with a pitiless scowl --


-- Hale is the exception to that rule as she pivots on Louboutins with a thin leer on icy lips. ‘More fashion, less. . .whatever --


-- husband, wife, fat, thin, married, single. . .we forget to look past the label and see the person.’ Now, I wonder idly if Rosalie --


-- the wine glass, inhaling a sip, the saccharine spirit warming my throat. ‘Maybe we put a label on people. . . bride, groom, --


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