#I don't like velvet

[egophiliac]

can't believe that skeleman has turned on us, and Halloween Prom is tomorrow.

(what a top-tier UM...we are about to be just totally obliterated in the absolute silliest way. what possible use could this power have outside of bringing us to the brink of utter holiday disaster.)

[sandflakedraws]

so i'm readin various stuff on the xray cause this silly film is my current source of joy and

wait

hold up.

what...

WAHT ??? WHAT

XRAY CAST DESCRIPTION????

YEARS???

xrAY dESCRIPTION eXPLaIN!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN FLOYD WAS HELD CAPTIVE FOR YEARS, WHAT SECRET INFO DO U HAVE ACCESS TO???

[moralcandy]

fifteen things that don't come back, by charlie slimecicle:

number one. the paper airplane you and your daughter throw at your husband while his back is turned in the kitchen, the two of you hiding behind the counter as you snicker quietly when he stops humming and yelps a curse as he turns around with a faux angry expression and a poorly-hidden smile.

number two. the glass your daughter broke trying to grab it from the cabinet on her tippy-toes. you didn't look over until you heard the glass shatter against the kitchen floor, too preoccupied with grabbing the jug of cold orange juice from the fridge to notice until it was too late. golden, afternoon sunlight shone warmly on the both of you from the open window as you swept it up while she stood to the side with a sheepish expression.

number three. your husband's soft shirt he let you borrow when you said you couldn't find your own but really you just quickly shoved yours under the bed when he wasn't looking. you absently noted that it smelled like him. your lips curved into a slight smile without input. your foot shoved your shirt under the bed a little bit farther.

number four. the pictures you took of your daughter and niece, hugging eachother as they posed for the camera, the photo incinerated into ash when you blew up your house. you frantically dug through your daughter's chest afterwards, soot covering your hands as you searched for the photograph. you did not find it.

number five. your niece.

number six. the feeling of a cold glass of wine held tipsily in your hand, the waterdrop of condensation slipping down the glass at the same pace your tears did down your cheeks. you downed the alcohol until there was nothing left except a burning feeling and a lump in your throat. the bartender did not give you another drink.

number seven. your friend, the one who used to laugh hysterically with you as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders before he began to scream at you while he wrapped his hands around your neck. he pushed you into the dirt, the metallic taste of blood in your mouth and the feeling of wet dirt on your skin as you absently question whether the water dripping on your face was the rain or the tears slipping down your friend's face. you know that was the funeral of your children, but you think both of the real 'you's died that day, too.

number eight. the warm, rumbling feeling of laughter in your chest as a smile hurts your cheeks, the sensation long gone. your mouth, for a moment, twitches into a small smile at the memory of the feeling.

number nine. the feeling of hands on your own, your husband's warm hands intertwined with yours as your cold, golden rings clink against eachother. your daughter's tiny hand clasped around yours as she leads you to a butterfly she found, grass brushing your ankles as you walk.

ten. the sound of your daughter's amused laughter, snorts interrupting occasionally. her head leans back as she giggles, her eyes scrunched up in happiness.

eleven. the sound of your husband's soothing voice, lilting with fondness as he looks at you. a smile absently crosses his face as he speaks, audible in his voice. you always remember smiling back.

twelve. your golden wedding band your husband lovingly slipped onto your ring finger so long ago, the one you furiously tossed into a dusty corner with particularily bad aim. you blame the poor aim on the tears blurring your vision, but it could've been the alcohol, really.

thirteen. your husband. you try to go to sleep in the center of your bed now, knowing that he won't be there. when you wake up, you always find yourself on the left side of the bed, as if you've moved in your sleep to accommodate someone. you scowl and think that your asleep self should stop being so stupid. ..you make the bed just in case he really does decide to come back.

fourteen. your daughter. whenever you make yourself breakfast now, you keep accidentally making two bowls, the muscle memory automatic, familiar, and no longer needed. you sit down at the table and set the bowls and begin to eat, but you always end up just stirring the cereal with your spoon as you stare at the untouched bowl across from you. you always end up throwing them both away. without your input, a frown tugs slightly at your lips as your pour out the second bowl but you know that nobody else was even here to eat it anyway. your eyes burn.

fifteen. your daughter, the one you know isn't the real one. sometimes you walk down those train tracks where you found her, hoping she'll be here this time. she never is. ..you still keep checking, just in case.

[clownowo]

The moment I realized the train was the Velvet Room I also realized I definitely needed to draw Lavenza in a little conductors outfit immediately

[legendary-cookies]

(Source)

So anyway

[namesniche]

A technical prologue to their Darkvelvet runaway au

[bluevelvetea]

Waist? Snatched.

Man? Grabbed.

Hotel? Trivago.

This has been brought to you by my non-existent impulse control

*****

Yeah sorry P.A. Works but if you don't want me to draw stuff like this you can't just give Rei such a nice waistline (and ass)...

How was I supposed to *not* draw this after this shot and finding this reference on Pinterest?

I'm not sorry

[boxxedleaves]

fuck it, all of the cookies that i headcanon to be trans men because i am Advanced Gay™

[velvetredskies]

mirage is so fun to draw because i can just draw her in any clothing imaginable and it would still be recognisable within the fandom . go wild, girlboss !

[innytoes]

Happy birthday @jatp-spinsb!

"I don't think this is a good idea," Ray said, twisting the leash between his nervous hands.

"Come on, Dad, it's too late to back out now," Julie cajoled him. "You said you wanted to help Flynn and I with our charity project."

And Ray had. He thought it was great that the school had this program. It helped teach kids planning, coordination, they did a lot of writing for the advertising. He just... hadn't expected Julie and Flynn to go this hard.

"I thought you meant with photography or setting up or something," he said. "What happened to a good old fashioned bake sale, anyway?"

"Everyone does a bake sale," Carlos rolled his eyes. Carlos was also helping, but mostly in corralling dogs behind the scenes. "Besides, this way they raise money for the shelter, and they might adopt out a few cute dogs! It's a double whammy."

"It'll look really good on our college applications," Julie said, giving him the best puppy dog eyes in the room. Which, considering the amount of puppy dogs back stage was saying something.

On stage, Flynn was talking up a storm, raising the price of 'Eligible Bachelor Number Three And Muffin The ChiWeenie' steadily. It helped that Eligible Bachelor Number Three, also known as Flynn's Uncle Todd, was a bodybuilder and about twenty years younger than Ray. Sure, officially people were bidding on a date with the dog and the 'bachelor' was just a 'chaperone', but Ray didn't think the two ladies in a bidding war cared much about the dachshund-chihuahua mix in his arms.

"Sold to the lady in the red dress for two hundred dollars!" Flynn said, cheerfully. Todd happily coaxed Muffin down the stage.

"Come on, dad, you can do this," Julie said, squeezing his shoulders. He tried not to think of the fact that she'd made him swap his shirt out this morning for a tighter one. "Besides, Donut is a really cute dog. Don't you want her to get adopted?"

He gave her a Look, but before he could say anything, Flynn called him up on stage. With a sigh, he went. "Our next bachelor is chaperoning Donut! Donut loves long walks on the beach, belly rubs, and discussing whether or not Han Shot First."

Ray tried his best to smile, walking Donut up and down the stage once and showing how well behaved she was, sitting on command (with a treat for enticement, of course).

The bidding started at fifty dollars, and for a moment Ray's heart seized. What if nobody bid at all? What if Flynn had to lower the price? What if-

"Fifty dollars!"

And then the bidding was off. Someone else bid sixty, and he showed off how Donut knew how to high five, scratching her ears fondly when she did. "You're a good dog," he told her, because it was way easier to focus on her trusting, sweet face than on the sea of people staring at him like a piece of meat. From behind the stage, Julie motioned at him to stand up again, and Carlos made some flexing motions.

He chose to ignore his son, but he did stand up and smile at the crowd.

Seventy, eighty. The bidding got slower, as Flynn rattled off true facts (Donut was great with children) and less true facts (Donut's favourite art movement was Dadaism).

And okay, maybe he flexed just a little. Subtly.

Then...

"Three hundred!" Someone from the back called. Which, considering they'd only just reached ninety, was a bit of a shock. He tried to look into the crowd, but he couldn't really see who was bidding. It was a male voice, though. There was some murmuring, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the ridiculous price hike, or because of who bid on him. Well, Donut.

"Do I hear three-ten?" Flynn tried, but nobody raised their hand. "Sold for three hundred to the enthusiastic gentleman in the back!"

"Whoo!" came the answer, and Ray laughed a little as he and Donut went back down the steps of the stage on the other side. He followed the little arrows Julie and Flynn had put on the floor in tape, and then he was at the meeting point.

He crouched down again, telling Donut what a good girl she was, laughing as she flopped over on her side so he could give her belly rubs. He was so busy loving on her, that he almost didn't realise someone came up to them.

"Oh wow, she really does love belly rubs," he said, and Ray looked up, smiling.

And then froze.

Because that was Reggie Peters, the bassist of Sunset Curve.

Reggie Peters had paid three hundred dollars to go on a date with him.

No, pull yourself together Ray, he told himself. He paid three hundred dollars to help charity and meet a cute dog. "She does," he agreed. "She also really does like long walks and the beach. And she's very cute." Donut gave a happy little doggy pant in agreement.

"Yeah well so's her chaperone," Reggie Peters, the bassist of Sunset Curve said.

Oh.

Oh.

[inoankin]

a way out + text posts (5/?)

i made 16 but it passes the image limit so i’ll do the other half later

[kitkatopinions]

The RWBY writers: *Writes five seasons of Blake being stubborn, feisty, active, and passionate, standing up for herself, calling out Weiss when she's anti-faunus, speaking her mind, doing what she wants and only changing her mind if she's been given a good argument, being willing to call out others, trying to take a more realistic approach, has broken away from a toxic and controlling person she's stood up to repeatedly since then, yells "he's mine" while attacking someone she thinks is actively hurting her people, has opened up about her feelings repeatedly, doesn't back down from a challenge, acts openly exasperated when her friends or acquaintances are being stupid, is mature enough to recognize that even when her friend is reminding her of Adam that it doesn't mean that she is Adam and calmly explains her initial hesitance and explains what reassurance she needs before deciding to believe her friend anyway, saw her horrible ex trying to kill people and jumped into a fight with him while proclaiming she wouldn't run away, and then when her friend got hurt gave him this look

And only ran away when it was Yang's life on the line after tricking him and saving Yang despite having been suffering from a stab wound, etcetera, etcetera.

The RWBY writers: *Writes Weiss to say she'd been used to Blake being 'the quiet one' at the end of V5, implying that the writers want us to think that Blake's behavior in the early seasons had been muted and that now that she'd had a growth arc in V4 and V5 (badly done or not) that she would be more feisty, more outspoken, more self-assured, more passionate, and even more action driven than ever. Which would make sense considering that we saw her take Sun's words to heart concerning the personal growth she needed to do, and seemed to start moving in the direction of shedding her self-hate and blaming herself and start learning to accept love and care instead of pushing people away. And the writers also seemed to want us to believe that she was becoming more of a leader and V5 seemed to mark her finally fully moving on from what had happened with Adam.*

Also the RWBY writers: *Proceeds to write Blake to randomly turn into a meek wallflower who doesn't usually stand up for herself, needs frequent help in fights, gets insecure when she thinks people are unjustly mad at her, plays peacekeeper with her friends while trying to manage their angry moods with soft tones like a mother attempting to corral toddlers in the middle of temper tantrums, doesn't fight or argue when people make anti-faunus cracks at her or call her cat ignorantly or otherwise, flinches and grimaces when Yang gets angry, hides behind Yang when she feels threatened, doesn't really talk things through, is no longer active and is content to wait for her friends to tell her what they should do, the closest she's gotten to active has been in V9 where she was telling her friends about a story they all already knew, hasn't called out or even casually argued with her friends on anything iirc since V6, doesn't care to attend rallies against Jacques Schnee, is characterized like a sweet, caring, shy girl who needs reassurance when her romantic interest goes on a different mission than her, has no problem at all with Yang going red-eyed at the mere suggestion that they should ever take missions apart, acts like she thinks she's going to be hit all the time and wouldn't be able to do anything if she was hit.*

Some RWBY fans: "I am just so happy that Blake is healthy now and gets to be her true self now."

Like, Blake prior to the end of V5 was not "the quiet one" who was so so so super not confident and wasn't her true self. Her relationship with Yang didn't "fix" her and make her confident. The writers haven't actually shown her to be better and healthier and stronger and more sure of herself than before. If anything, they've given us the exact opposite.

How the hell am I meant to think Blake has gotten better when the writers specifically now write her to act this way ever since the beginning of V6? How am I meant to take their 'you used to be the quiet one' seriously when it isn't true? When the opposite is true and she becomes the quiet one in V6? It really just feels like they and a lot of their fans literally forgot who Blake was and replaced her with a whole new person and I'm sitting here like

How is she now "Not the quiet one" and before she was "the quiet one" when she was five times more outspoken and acted more confident and passionate and feisty before? I do not get it, I do not understand how I'm supposed to think she's more healthy now. I do not know how I'm supposed to think that she's done all her growing and is now much better when she actively seems worse off than she did in V freaking 1.

[venomouslilith]

My last relationship fucked me up in many way but there was a moment yesterday where P got a phone call and it was bad news so naturally his reaction was to be stressed out and a little angry, totally normal. Only that in my last relationship if something like this happened it meant that my partner would become extremely distant and a complete dick towards me cause he couldn't deal with his own feelings. So I sat there and just kind of shut down, expecting the stress and anger to turn towards me, only to realize that my now partner is a completely different person who actually knows how to regulate himself. So I told P what had happened and he immediately reassured me, held me and made sure I felt safe and loved. This relationship has continually been so so healing!

[starpros-sunshine]

This one specifically I can never get over just. The atmosphere is so. It's the tenderness of it all. The way Eichi holds him the way Wataru is fully trusting Eichi to not lose him and keep him steady the way Eichi Looks at him the way they are fully in their own little world right now the way they are just having fun before the big show just. The tenderness and strangely intimate warmness of it all gets to me.

[jonathanbyersphd]

"the Byers house on Air BNB"

Me: JONATHAN DOESN'T HAVE A JOY DIVISION POSTER

[trollex-is-gay]

I had an interesting conversation earlier with a friend about the movie, because they didn't understand why I was so intrigued by velvets character "when she's obviously just a villain"

Because that isn't how these movies work and both of the green noodles are stressed out TEENAGERS.

And I love Veneer, he's a sweet heart, but he was also part in using Floyd's essence to make his job easier.

There is obivous issues from home coming in to play with the twins (?wasn't clear) plans to further their career.

And based on their suits..... I wouldn't be surprised if what they where doing was COMMON among musicians of their people.

Because trolls aren't considered a major anything in their universe, listening to their arrest charges, it made it sound like they got arrest for PET abuse and substance violations

Oh no yeah I was thinking abt that a lot, literally in the middle of writing a post about them for the au as we speak lol. I am CONSTANTLY thinking about how the bergens treated trolls as nothing but little animals for god knows how long, EATING THEM every year, keeping them trapped there...and those guys made peace with the trolls. The trolls LOVE the bergens now! And it hasn't even been that long! But Velvet and Veener have the hammer dropped on them SO hard for doing something very similar to one troll. Sure, they were frauds, and sure, they hurt Floyd and what they did WAS incredibly wrong...but the same time they're teenagers. Like. 16 at the oldest. And their parents are NOWHERE to be seen in current day. If they're alive, they clearly don't give a shit about their kids. It wasn't even jail they got sent to, it was prison, which is much harsher in comparison. Veneer is a sweet guy, a very soft-hearted kid who is a very good character as well. But like you said, he participated. SOMETHING had to be up with their upbringing. Veneer hardly spoke and looked panicked when Velvet flipped the table...and Velvet, who was probably what, 10? 9 maybe considering how small they looked? She flipped an ENTIRE TABLE with THINGS ON IT by herself. There had to be so many events leading up to that even at such a young age to cause her to have that massive of a reaction to a question as simple as "how was school today?" Like no way they had good parents when Veneer is obviously afraid of speaking out and Velvet has a whole airport full of emotional baggage that turned her into the person she is now. And they're not even 18 yet! What the fuck! Someone help these poor kids!