#DO YOU understaND hOW BALSY THAT IS???

[iwaasfairy]

..................i am not over it yet. ON TH e PUBLIC bUS. HE GRABBED MY HEAD N kISSED EME ON THE PUBLIC BUS WITH THE DRIVER WAIITNING

[prokitty101]

002 Iceberg because why not uwu

Hohooo! My number 2 RWBY OTP! Alright, strap in boys and girls, mama gonna tell you why I love this ship.

When I started shipping them/My thoughts/What makes me happy about them: (I’ve clumped these bullet points together to make it easier and sound less repetitive) I’m gonna be honest with ya’ll. I couldn’t stand Neptune the first time around, because he came off as another “The cooler Daniel” meme. However, what truly sold me to the ship was Weiss’s feelings towards Neptune. 

She is known as the Ice Queen amongst her companions (And Roman lol) and it is expected of her to act like that from time to time. Neptune’s appearance was the beginning of the trope subversion. She doesn’t just harrumph at Neptune because he slightly did a better job at flirting than Jaune, no, she downright falls for him, HARD. And that is NOT a bad thing for her character. 

I am all for character subversions because it adds another palette dynamic to their personality. Yes yes, we see her tone her tsundereness down a notch towards Ruby earlier, but that’s different. It was so damn refreshing to see Weiss openly express her attraction to Neptune; someone who didn’t utter anything about her background being an Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company during their initial meeting. He saw her for her, not her money or title. (like Henry Marigold did.) 

I enjoyed watching the build-up between Weiss and Neptune. It’s small but their mutual attraction had always been around. It was natural and (free to tell me if I’m wrong) Neptune was the first person she met who was actually nice to her. Granted he also didn’t say anything to piss her off.

Weiss crushing on Neptune is great because it is one of the very few things she has complete control over without her family’s interference, especially father. It is something Weiss wants and can do, not what her daddy told her to do. Her mustering up the courage to ask Neptune out was so freaking rewarding to me. Weiss is incredibly sweet and cute, and it warms my heart knowing there was that special someone she could just completely gush over. 

After watching RWBY the second time around, Neptune’s character grew more and more to the point he is my #1 favourite character now. He’s balsy, a tease, flirtatious and get’s straight to the point with his words, but he’s also hilariously unaware of how stupid he sounds sometimes. I LOVE dumbasses like that. Although, Neptune is quite similar to Weiss in regards of having to mask his true self for arguably the entertainment of others. Weiss is known as the Ice Queen so she begrudgingly sticks with it. Neptune is the cool dude and he keeps it up.

You can probably argue I’m giving the ship too much credit or thinking to deep into it and you’re probably right. This is not me saying there were some stupid “coding” or subtleties you need to dive in and search for, it’s just me having this thought about Iceberg makes me really happy that it could’ve been more. (If that makes sense.)

What makes me sad about them: The refusal to develop the ship and Neptune as a whole. It really cuts me deep because there is clear potential in Neptune to be a valuable secondary member of the RWBY gang. Like how Sun is to Blake, Neptune could’ve been that to Weiss. BUT NO. It feels like the backlash Neptune had gotten after V2 - 3 stunted the idea of making the ship work.

I’ve been told there were a lot of Neptune/SSSN scenes cut out for team CFVY and that saddens me. Even the Neptune & Sun vs Pyrrha & Nora fight was cut. Apparently, there was going to be a part in the fight where Neptune had to take off his jacket and reveal his inflatable armbands, then Weiss would go into a laughing fit. COME ON THAT WOULD’VE BEEN SO FUNNY AND CUTE.

Also, people saying Neptune didn’t care for Weiss, especially because he was teasing Team NDGO. C’mon man, the dude was clearly joking. Y'all saw how the crowd reacted when team SSSN entered the grounds. What would’ve been damn disrespectful if Neptune had continuously teased the girls throughout the match, spouting a lot of sexist comments. Despite his obvious distraction during the match, he does take his fights seriously.

Yes, Weiss’s reaction was slightly justified but it’s just the typical “I wanna beat my crush’s his ass because he’s stupid and useless” gag in anime. He’s basically a blend of Yuu Kashima and Mikoto Mikoshiba from Nozaki-kun.

Then there’s the whole Dance conversation with Jaune and Neptune. Some of y’all are so quick to assume Neptune was objectifying Weiss with the “She’s all yours.” line while conveniently ignoring “I don’t want to get in your way.” line that immediately followed up. Look, he knows Jaune likes Weiss too and was willing to back out believing it was the right thing to do, but Jaune is the one encouraging Neptune to keep going after his blunder, understanding how much Neptune indeed likes Weiss. Brofist.

Neptune reappearing in V6 and contributing nothing again got on my nerves. That was a great moment for the writers to put in a small moment between him and Weiss after the Beacon incident, BUT NO. The fuckers only remembered he’s Sun’s friend. Seriously what the hell man. Are they trying to bury the fact the ship happened in the first place? Mean.

And to make things worse, you make him talk to Ilia? For gods sake WHY.

Another is saying Weiss is better off with Sun or Jaune because Neptune doesn’t deserve her. If that ain't the definition of objectification then I don’t know what is. Also, that weird reasoning of Weiss isn’t interested anymore because she had a gay awakening IS SUCH A DAMN REAAACH LMAO BITCH WHEREEE?

Iceberg is truly underrated.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: You’ll be surprised to hear I don’t read a lot of Iceberg fanfiction. Just not in the mood right now. But I do hate the idea of fanfic writers amping up Neptune’s personality to make him seem like a complete douchebag. Yo, that title belongs to Henry Marigold. Quit mixing the two up, please.

Things I look in a fanfic: NEPTUNE AND WEISS BEING HAPPY WITH EACH OTHER, PLEASE. Or Weiss being a cute tsundere to Neptune. Just cute things!

My wishlist: Oh boy do I have whole buncha posts about that already.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Okay, this is a little tricky. I don’t like Whiteknight BUT I can’t ignore there was some potential between them. Especially after the abomination that is volume 5. Weiss and Jaune could’ve easily had a meaningful conversation about her injury and how he saved her. It’s never brought up again and it baffles me.

As for Neptune? I don’t know. Seamonkeys is my top OTP of all time but holy fuck am I against it becoming a thing. So maybe like during the Vacuo collaboration of SSSN and CFVY, Velvet genuinely stars crushing on Nep and he is adorably oblivious to it.

My happily ever after for them: Ahhh you know what I didn’t really get that far lol, get back to me on that.

[honored-worm-king]

Manny boy if it doesn't work out with Ol' Balsy you know you're welcome in my Realms. I could always use another necrophile! -🌹

Sanguine, is that you?

I am sorry to say that I intend to remain something of an independent entity for the time being, given how my last dealings with a Daedric Prince recently ended. You understand.

While it sounds as though you’ve been deeply misinformed about what I do with the corpses I acquire, however, I can offer to drive a few followers your way, as a small favor. I can think of a few names within Order ranks that might be of interest to you.

[onstarsandiron]

Headcannon for when everyone joined the Dossier

I’ll bet you that in space crew mates come and go all the time. Have em on for just a job or two or they’ve been on that ship for most of their life or they show up one day and just never end up leaving. So here’s when I think everyone joined:

[It got really long, oops, so I just put it under the cut...]

It’s a few years out from the plague and Siege and Talle were a ragtag duo fresh from escaping a mercenary who forcibly took them in and trained them. Now they do odd jobs and mostly whatever the hell they want. A few years into doing this and they end up taking on a job that won them a bigger prize than they’d imagined, a run-down clunker of a 100-year-old ship; they’d sell it for scrap it wasn’t so dang inconvenient to do so, and now that they’re looking at it the solar core, at the very least, is in good order, no doubt about that. If they had a couple hired hands, they could actually take on some larger jobs...

Wick and Riggs are the first to get signed on. They’re a little on the older side, certainly older than the 20-somethings that Siege and Talle are, but not so much that it’s a true hamper to them. They’re found on Cerces, and they’ve never told a soul how they wound up out of their collars. Siege and Talle respect their loyalty to each other, it’s at the very least something steady that you can count on.

Hands come and go and not many of them stick around until Barger. He takes a liking to the way Siege and Talle do business. They’re commanding and have a good eye for the right people, the right places, and the right jobs. They don’t go into danger for the hell of it, but they certainly don’t run when it come knocking at their door. He’s a bit of a rat bastard, but these guys make him feel like being annoying rather than mutinous like he perhaps has been with other crew before. He’s really not sure how long he’ll hang around, probably until he gets bored, but he’s having fun now, so no reason to stop just yet.

Years and people come and go. Ten years into Siege’s career and she finds herself pick-pocketed by a Solani kid who’s got fast fingers and a quick mouth. He knows his stuff about ships, though, and even how to fly them. Siege knows that Solani can’t lie, so she never asks about his past and he never gives it. She decides that whatever he’s running from, whatever he doesn’t want to be, he doesn’t have to be, not if she can help it. It’s not long after they pick him up that she puts together who he is -- always wearing those gloves, skin with stars right underneath, the accent he has when he speaks the Old Language -- and she’s more sure than ever about her decision to adopt hire him

A couple years after that and she finds herself looking into a Rasovant escape pod at a Metal and a knocked-out 10-year-old with third-degree burns. Di tells her who they are, asks for help, and she agrees to give it to them. But after she wipes Di’s memories she finds out Ana doesn’t remember who she is, barely has her name figured out. And Siege just can’t let this little girl go back to the place where her and all her family were killed, where she might still be in danger yet. Siege isn’t just captain of the Dossier, Siege is captain of a small fleet by now. the safest place for Ana is where she can be looked after, right next to her. 

A few years after they find Ana and Di, they’re on Illiad. Siege’s dropping off some cheap hired hands they needed for a bigger job. A young girl, a year or two older than Ana and Jax, had pulled her weight well. As she got off the Dossier, Siege could see her hesitate. The girl had been sent off by someone when they’d departed for the job, though it had looked more like shoving than sending off. “Hey, Lenda!” Siege called, and Lenda turned looking surprised that Siege had remembered her name -- Siege always remembered a name, though. “You did good out there today. You ever think of living off-planet?” 

Lenda blinked owlishly at Siege, trying to catch her drift. Finally, understanding filled her face, but it was soured quickly by a look of regret. After a moment Lenda looked at the dirt and said, “You don’t want to do that, Captain, I’ve been told it’s a lot of trouble to go keeping me around.”

Siege considered the girl for a moment. If she really felt so strongly, maybe Siege should take her word for it. But something about how she said it made it seem a lot more like a story she’s been told. “You’ve seen the rest of the crew,” Siege said, “We’ve got a lot of trouble already.” Ana was now walking around fully armed and far too bolstered by youth, Jax was getting real balsy with his flying skills, the two of them made a real dynamic-duo of mischief and bad ideas and Di had a problem with not being able to say no to Ana and became an accomplice most the time. Barger was still an asshole, and Riggs and Wick liked to rile him up and fill Jax and Ana with tall tales that grew taller by the day. 

Lenda looked dejected, but Siege shrugged, “So what’s a little more peppered in there?”

Lenda looked up in surprise, trying to find where the joke was, where the lie was, “R-really? You’re really offering me a job?” She asked, incredulous. 

“If you still want it after having flown with us once, I’d say you’re tough enough to join along,” Siege said. If it didn’t work out, she could always drop Lenda off right back here, or anywhere really. “We’re looking to leave port real soon, though, so if you need to grab something, do it now.” 

Lenda still looked shocked, but at the mention of grabbing something she looked out once again in the direction she’d hesitated towards. Fear and indecision filled her eyes, and for a minute Siege thought she’d walk away. Then something hard and determined came over her face, and she took a deep breath. Lenda turned around and answered, “No, Captain, I’ve got all I need.” 

Siege smiled at that, feeling better about this decision by the minute, “Alright, then, get the hell on in here!” 

“Yessir!” Lenda replied, unable to mask the excited smile in her voice. 

[writeouttaluck]

This is a quickie. Partially inspired by my childhood and teen years.

Both Elementary and Middle school had hammered home the idea that people are shitty and that they will fuck you up at any given chance in any way they think of. I started spending more time by myself and away from people. The only time I ever left was to hang out with friends and even that seemed to be falling apart for me. It was rough, really. Ive known my friends were shitty for a while, but its what i got. Everybody else is either too stupid or weird for me to fit into. Not to mention the assholes.

Everyone in my class was a fucking asshole and they could suck a fucking dick if they thought i was about to drop years of resentment and turn the other cheek.

Fuck that.

Ill stick with the criminals. At least they can be fun.

After my first day of 7th grade, I felt about 3 feet tall and twice as exhausted. I had an inkling that it was depression. I did some looking online and thats what matched how i feel. Tired, lack of motivation, easilly upset by everything. It felt like i was loosing my edge and i cant say im too happy about that.

At the same time, it seemed that as one fire was being put out, another was being discovered. Something felt wrong. I was still angry as ever but it was different. I was more angry at the world than i was angry at a particular thing.

I was slowly realizing that things just arent gonna get better and if they do, it wont be for a long, long time. I was pretty much destined to do nothing with my life considering i wasnt smart enough to carry myself education wise. Ive needed help with a lot of things for as long as I remember.

It felt unfair. I was supposed to be such a smart person, right? Yeah what a crock of shit. It seems that adults have been lying to me about far more than just santa claus and the tooth fairy.

And right now I really felt like knocking someones teeth out of their head.

Like the universe had read my fucking mind, I heard a few pebbles get tossed at my window.

I got out of my chair and peered behind me. Out the window stood Dylan. He cupped his hands and shouted.

“Lets fucking go!”

I nodded and slid the bandana up my face. I grabbed my leather vest and walked out of my room, making sure to close the door behind me as quietly as possible. My mom was passed out on the couch again with the dogs laying beside her. I stared for a moment, watching her breathe heavilly in her unconscious state before i decided it was safe to sneak away. I practically slithered to the door before taking one more look back.

Mom layed facing the tv and away from me. I knew the dogs were gonna go apeshit as soon as the door opened and so i prepared myself.

Then like ripping off a band aid, I swung the front door open and hopped outside, swinging it shut behind me. They started barking like crazy as I thought they would and so I stepped down the stairs on my porch real fast and ran around to my backyard where Dylan was waiting.

“What took you so long?” he said to me as I caught up with him.

I didnt answer, deciding that answering him was just a waste of time.

We walked through our backyard and through the tall grass of the house that lived behind us. It happened to be on the market for years now and didnt seem to be selling anytime soon. That made it a great place to break into and hang out. It was a regular thing at this point. Although since the yard was so open and surrounded by other houses, we kept the hanging in there to a minimum.

“Dude, this fucking kid has been talking some mad shit about me recently.” Dylan started in, “Hes been talking to my girlfriend and saying some really fucked up shit to her. Saying what he wants to do to her and all this shit and I swear if I get my fucking hands on him…”

He spoke with gnashed teeth and a vein fit to burst from his neck. He said all this while looking at his phone screen. I could only assume he was looking at this guys facebook profile.

All at once Dylan turned back to me and showed me the phone screen.

“This fucking faggot. Im gonna fucking kill him!”

I looked at the photo and quickly recognized his name. That was the guy my girlfriend cheated on me with. I could feel my blood draw to a boil as i stared at him. I balled my fists at my side white knuckle tight. Each digit made an audible popping sound as they rolled up.

“You know this kid?” Dylan asked me.

I looked away from the phone and to dylan and nodded my head.

He nodded back at me in understanding and we both had the same idea in mind.

“Lets find this motherfucker”

…

After some talking and walking and all kinds of looking, we figured the easiest way to get this fucker out of his safe space was to have Dylans girlfriend bait him into coming to a secure location. We decided that under the bridge in town was a pretty good place considering that not many people know how to get to the path down under. We headed there and waited for the little bastard.

After a while of sitting around, it was about 9:00. The sun had gone completely down at this point and it was dark. There wasnt any foot traffic above for nearly an hour until we heard a bicycle rattle its way over the wooden slats. I nodded at Dylan and he ran over to the bushes to go hide while I stayed in the the open. I leaned on one of the concrete beams and crossed my arms.

This was going to be interesting.

“Bella! Psst, Bella!” I heard him whispering as he walked down the little hill. He waded past some real tall grass and walked out onto the smooth surface before he noticed me standing there.

“Uh...hi?” He asked, looking at me.

I stared at him and waited.

I watched as Dylan stood from the grass behind him and bolted in the guys direction. Dylan decked him from behind in the back of the head and he stumbled foreward, falling on his hands.

That was my cue.

I walked over and pulled him up to standing level. He had his eyes squinted shut and teeth together. That punch definatly hurt.

Not taking time to hesitate, I held him infront of me with my hand around his mouth and holding his right arm behind his back.

“So, you think youre hot shit, huh?” Dylan said standing over him.

He drove a fist into the guys gut and I struggled to hold him as he doubled over in pain. I snapped him back into place as dylan got into his fighting stance. He stepped over and punched him across the face hard. It was the kind of hit that would leave a bruise the size of an apple. I felt the guy breathe heavier, and tears hit my hand that was still clamped over his mouth.

Dylan reared back again and swung, hitting him right in the teeth. The guys head rolled back a bit at the force of the hit. Im suprised that didnt knock him out.

Than dylan got a start and drove his foot square into his gut. The guy moaned in pain under my hand.

Then the guy did something balsy. He bit right down into my hand, hard. My instant reaction was to let go of his mouth and suddenly he pulled his arm away too. He tried making a dash for it but my anger had flared at the pain. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him back hard into the rocks and gravel at my feet. He flew into the rocks face first and tried getting back up. I grabbed his belt and tossed him again, swinging his face into the rocks once more. At this, I didnt wait to see if he was gonna get up again. As soon as his head was raised, I crouched to his level and put my hand on the back of his head, slamming his face into the sharp rocks again. He yelped a bit in pain so I flipped him over and clamped my left hand around his throat. I squeezed like I meant it and closed off his wind pipe. He looked up at me in pity as he choked. I picked him up off the ground a bit and slammed him back down. I brought my right up like a big ass flesh hammer and brought down hard on his face. I raised it again and smashed him in the face again.

Once I saw the color start to drain from his face, I let go of his throat. He coughed and gasped for breath he desperately needed. I saw something move quickly out of the corner of my eye and brought my arm up to sheild my face. Dylan pelted a handful of sharp rocks at the guys face before following it up with another hard punch. Once I knew dylan had this, I stood up and brushed myself off.

Dylan crouched to his level and looked him in the eyes. Than he did something that actually shocked me. He produced a knife from his pocket and flipped it open real fast in front of the kids face.

Holy shit, was he actually going to kill him?

Dylan brought the knife up and dragged the dull side of the blade down the guys face, who now was so terrifyed that he had full on tears streaming down.

Right as I imagined dylan jabbing the knife through his eye, He stopped just short and whispered real low.

“You come near my girl again or If I hear you talking shit about me around down, Im gonna come to your house and kill you and your whole familly. Do you fucking understand?”

The guy just looked at him in fear.

“DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?!?!” He shouted in the guys face.

He quickly nodded out of fear.

Than Dylan clamped his hand on the guys face and shoved him back to the ground.

I got up as did dylan and we both started walking back to the top of the bridge. Once we got up there, we saw the guys bike parked next to the bench without a lock. So Dylan kicked the peg up and started walking it over the bridge.

At first I thought maybe Dylan was gonna steal this guys bike but that didnt seem like something he would do. Then we got to the mid point in the bridge and he stopped walking. I stopped too. He suddenly grabbed the bike by the middle and flung the whole damn thing over the edge like a big ass frisbee.

It dropped for a second before we heard it smash into the water below.

“That will teach that fucker…” Dylan said.

…

[bengalisms]

I don't have the nerve to have it in my rules like you do (ILY) but I am wary of canon characters. So many are against OCs even if they don't say it. Though I've been very lucky and have been successful with my OCs (successful enough for me, anyway) , it still hurts when canon RPers are wary of OCs and don't give us a chance.

OCs FIGHT BACK. SHARE YOUR EXPERIENCES.

oh totally! I’m a pretty balsy bitch when it comes to things like that soooo lmfaooo. but yeah its so hurtful and they don’t even realize how damaging it can be!

I understand canons wanting to provide ways to screen their interactions because of their high follower counts, but thats why we have things like “Seletice” and “Private”. It really doesn’t take much to not be a dick.