#bllscursed ⸻ cursed by lisaries ♡ 🦢 27+, she/her idependent & selective, divergent portrayal au bella swan ( the twilight saga ) . anti smeyer*
001 :// Hello! I'm Liss (lisaries), she/her pronouns. I'm 27 years old, I love writing and you can find me around in horror and supernatural verses. My activity depends on the muse, it can be very intense or completely absent, so be warned. 002 :// This is a portrait of the character Bella Swan from the Twilight saga.Bella is portrayed as a deeply introspective and emotionally sensitive young woman, marked by a constant feeling of displacement and not belonging. Quiet, observant, and melancholic, Bella tends to live more within her own mind than in the world around her, perceiving emotions, silences, and subtle changes in people with unusual intensity.Raised amidst constant change and emotionally unstable relationships, she developed a quietly resilient
demeanor early on, learning to endure loneliness, fear, and abandonment without showing obvious fragility. Her personality is marked by intense devotion, a tendency towards self-sacrifice, and a deep need for emotional connection, which often leads her into dangerously draining relationships. 003 :// I do not condone any form of hate on this account so attitudes of racism, homophobia, transphobia, incest and really any discrimination of any kind in character or form. . . It 'is blocked. 004 :// Trigger warnings - Themes related to loneliness, emotional dependence, melancholy, intense relationships, psychological suffering, fear of abandonment, and supernatural violence. Caution is advised for readers sensitive to emotionally dense content and melancholic atmospheres.
name: isabella marie swan
nickname: bella, bells, arizona girl, Spider Monkey, Leech-Lover, Swan Girl.
birth date: September 13, 1987
age: 17.
gender: female / cis.
pronouns: she / her.
orientation: heterossexual.
language: english.
specie: human.
occupation: high school student at Forks High School.
father & mother: Charlie Swan and Renée Dwyer. physically: She possessed a discreet and accidental beauty, preferring to go unnoticed at first glance.
Her skin was absurdly pale, almost translucent under the grey light of Forks, as if the sun had never truly touched her face. There was something cold about her, delicate like forgotten porcelain near a rain-covered window.Her chocolate-brown hair fell over her shoulders in soft, almost unruly waves, frequently disheveled by the city's constant humidity. On some days, Bella would tie it up in loose braids or use a clip on top of her head in a silent attempt to appear tidy—but there were always a few strands escaping around her face, as if even her own hair refused to be completely tamed.She wasn't tall. She had a small and delicate stature, around 1.63 meters, and this made her presence seem even more vulnerable next to the almost unreal figures that surrounded her. Her narrow shoulders were hidden beneath oversized coats, sweaters, and jackets with long sleeves that partially covered her cold hands.Her eyes were deep for someone so young. Brown, warm, and melancholic, they always carried that distant expression of someone observing the world through a fogged window. There was sadness in them, but also curiosity. Bella looked at people as if trying to understand them completely, even when she could barely understand herself.She moved with a certain hesitation, stumbling over her own feet, dropping books, bumping into furniture like a doe learning to walk on thin ice. Yet, there was something strangely hypnotic about her fragility.Her lips were almost always slightly parted, a red blush easily tinging her pale cheeks, her icy fingers gripping her books.Bella had the appearance of someone who belonged to the rain, to the damp forests, and to sad stories. As if she had been made to exist between mist and silence.
Scent: Top notes: Cool bergamot, Rain mist, White pear, Fresh strawberriesHeart notes: White freesia, Soft lavender, Soft milk chocolate, Delicate vanilla, Rain accordBase notes: White musk, Light damp wood, Cashmere, Clean skin musk *personality: Bella, on the outside, seems merely quiet—shy, distracted, almost always hidden behind a book or lost in distant thoughts. She often keeps her eyes downcast, as if there were a certain discomfort in being observed for too long. She hates being the center of attention; the mere sensation of many eyes on her is enough to make her withdraw even further into herself. Bella prefers the background. She prefers to observe rather than be observed.
But there is within her an almost painful perception of the world around her.Bella notices small changes in people's tone of voice, uncomfortable silences, lingering gazes, expressions quickly hidden. She perceives things that others ignore. It's as if she were constantly reading what no one says aloud.There is a constant melancholy in her, as if she has always carried the feeling of not completely belonging anywhere.Bella has never known how to occupy space easily. In crowded environments, she tends to shrink into her own oversized sweaters, cross her arms over her chest, and stay in the corners of rooms while letting others speak first. There's almost a defensive delicacy in the way she moves through the world—discreet, cautious, trying not to disturb.Despite this, Bella is strong.Not in a loud or impulsive way, but silently and resiliently. She endures pain, fear, rejection, and loneliness in an almost absurd way, like someone accustomed to carrying storms inside herself without letting anyone see.She is deeply human, introspective, loyal, and absurdly sensitive. She loves with dangerous intensity, feels and keeps almost everything to herself. There's a certain self-destruction in the way she gives herself to people, as if she'd rather hurt herself than risk losing someone she loves.At the same time, Bella possesses a dry and discreet humor. Her sarcasms appear in low phrases, tired looks, and quick answers said almost unintentionally.And although she does everything to go unnoticed, there is a presence about her that is difficult to ignore. Melancholic and strangely magnetic, like rain beating against the window in the middle of the night.
+ traits : Extremely loyal, observant, empathetic, sensitive to others' emotions, emotionally resilient, intelligent, caring towards those she loves, persistent, authentic, capable of deep love, courageous even when afraid, a good listener, adaptable. - traits : Tendency toward emotional self-destruction, Difficulty setting boundaries, clumsy, Low self-esteem, Holds in feelings, Feels excessively guilty, May be emotionally stubborn. Puts the needs of others above their own, Has difficulty asking for help, Isolates themselves when suffering, Tends to endure more pain than they should, Anxious and excessively thoughtful, Avoids direct conflict, May seem distant or difficult to understand. ♡ favorite things: *Sun beating on her skin on cold days (makes her remember Arizona and her mother).*The smell of books and yellowed pages, small notes in the margins. Books with dedications written by strangers.*Taking photos secretly. Not people smiling at the camera—she hates that. Photographing distracted people, shop windows wet from the rain, empty forests, light coming through curtains, half-finished cups forgotten. Details.*She likes old novels, tragedies, poems.*Reading in the early morning, wrapped in blankets, while the whole city sleeps.*Hot coffee on cold mornings.*Loose, comfortable sweaters.*Small, almost empty bookstores.*Fresh strawberries.*Walking aimlessly when she needs to think.*Handwritten letters. Melancholy films that nobody else likes.*write in your diary.
psychological: Emotional hypervigilance; tendency towards rumination; difficulty with self-esteem and belonging; intense attachment; need for deep connection; emotional self-sacrifice; difficulty expressing needs; tendency towards isolation; persistent melancholy; excessive introspection.Persistent depressive traits; mild/moderate social anxiety; Traits of emotional dependence; avoidant personality traits; mild dissociative episodes under intense stress; tendency towards affective idealization.
Bella Swan grew up amidst goodbyes and places that never felt quite her own. From a young age, she was accustomed to observing more than speaking—as if she had learned early on that some people enter and leave our lives without warning, and that clinging too tightly always ends up hurting.The only child of an unstable relationship, Bella spent much of her childhood accompanying her mother to different cities, roadside motels, and temporary apartments filled with boxes that were never fully unpacked. Renée was warm, spontaneous, and dreamy, but there was a certain irresponsibility in her freedom. Without realizing it, Bella grew up quickly, silently assuming roles that should never have belonged to a child. She learned to cook early, organize the house, remember bills, and perceive moods before they were even verbalized.While other girls learned to be cared for, Bella learned to care.Perhaps that's why she has this constant melancholy—the feeling of always just passing through. No city truly became home. No friendship seemed permanent. Bella had grown accustomed to being the new girl, quiet, observant, sitting at the back of the classroom while the world unfolded around her.When she moved to Forks with her father, Bella believed it would be just another temporary change. Another cold town where she would learn new names and pretend to fit in. But Forks felt different. There was something almost supernatural about that damp forest, that eternally gray sky, that constant feeling of being watched by something ancient and hungry.And perhaps it was precisely there that Bella finally found the place where she belonged—not because Forks was welcoming, but because for the first time she encountered creatures as lost as herself.Deep down, Bella had always been a profoundly human girl trying to understand why she felt so out of place in her own world.
