#Rw kiss me kill me

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I’m sick these few days but I finally had time to watch the Rw Kiss me Kill me map. The map was so good! So I made this fan art. 1hr30min in total

Blueberries…

[snickerdoodlesart]

Kiss Me Kill Me Map is going great if any of you guys were wondering

[suburbandrifts]

finally i made my hunter designs. FINALLY. there's 3 more of them by the way but here they are for now.

ramblings + design notes under cut

these hunter designs are inspired by kiss me (kill me) :) (obviously)

the fading saturation from a full pink to a diseased light red are meant to symbolize hunter slowly losing their identity to the rot growing inside them.

the eyes turning from blue to teal are part of a funny thing i theorized long long ago when i was a kid!! i'd make some character (pure and unfazed from the horrors of the world) go through some kind of horrifying traumatic event (cough cough, the rot) and have them cry all the blue out of their eyes, hence the eyes fading to teal lmfao

ive always had a love hate relationship with hunter (the character) because she was so important to me for so many reasons, but she could never quite make the cut / i consistently downgraded them because i never really quite understood them. i hated her in so many ways and loved them in many others.

but now, i'm finally accepting hunter as one of my own again. she will and always will be one of the most important characters to me I've ever had in my life. the way her character changes throughout their story has truly inspired me to do better. i will always appreciate them.

side note: the rot consumes :)

[cardworksartblog]

Their friendship is actually so special to me,.,,, fucked up bug and her Little Guy friend who may or may not be a fucking parasite. They make me go insane

[riverripplespeaks]

me when im in a challenge for saddest relationships and my competition is doomed tabby cat yuri

[obsidianpen]

Pen, omg omfg I want to kiss you and kill you at the same time

Btw can u not post this? I just wanted to talk to u for a sec u brilliant fucking master mind

If not well...hello Tumblr welcome. Hope you enjoy my ramblings haha you are not going to enjoy this+ no refunds

its 4 in the morning for me. I found the old version of hauntingly (uhh are u okay with some ppl having its pdf? Not that im gonna sent it to anyone! But its just that im not sure whether to feel guilty rn cuz i read it or not? Uhh)

ANYWAY I READ ALL OF IT AND I AM CRYIN JUST LIKE WHY. DO YOU FEED ON OUR TEARS?? IF YOU DO GOOD FOR U AND ENJOY THIS 7 COURSE MEAL CUZ like I dont have a coherent though rn

At first I was like 'V you absolute dumbass' and 'Oi leave ma boi arry alone' and then It was like 'IF ANYONE EVEN GLANCES AT TOM IMMA SNAP THEIR NECKS'

honesty I wanna ask so many things and say so so many things rn but I dont know how tumbler works and im afraid that others might see it and yk spoiler and stuff eh

Im pretty sure im going to wake up tommorw and panic abput all this gibrish but that a problem for future me! (Well im mean my emotional state is kinda your doing lol XD)

Just..I love you

You are loved you are lived tou arw lice youa rw liwve

okay I’ve been sitting on this one for a while and I know you’ve said not to share it but… it’s anonymous… and it’s really cute so I am anyway because I want to respond! And because it’s no longer spoilery, so feel free to ask whatever now.

youa rw liwve 🫶

[cconfusedkat]

a little lore dump for regretful war & regretful wisdom as i procrastinate on emails ^v^;; ,,

So ofc this is the one who wilts before The Incident��� (that they caused) ,, they used to be more softer and fuzzier as well as appealing to the eye Cuz Like. Youre a leader now you gotta dress properly for your cult ?? Each five of the siblings had a same robe with their corresponding crown colors and different religious symbols on their body either as accessories or clothes

They held two crowns, war and wisdom, withholding them at different times when they were needed for separate occasions ! They preferred the war crown anyways cuz it was more fun for them to use nd stuff ,, theyre kinda like the opposite of mystic pursuit shamura where THAT spider is more like goddess athena.. this spider is more like god ares with war specifically

their cult of war and wisdom were growing SO significantly that it wasnt their siblings jealous of them; the people were going insane and preaching nonstop over war and wisdom, protesting how the other four cults were useless for the old faith society. Their siblings got scared of them and their power advantage so much, that wilt took offense to it ,, winding up killing their siblings and hunting them down when they all went to hide within their cults

Cw for skull & blood & suicide mention under the cut (for more of the,,, Worse parts of rw&rw versus mystic pursuit)

"i destroyed a bond of friendship and respect between the only people lefy who'd even look me in the eye" is very fitting for wilt and narinder for this world

They got a bit too downhill and spiraled really bad mentally?? Eventually having Narinder as their last "victim" they were gonna kill as the fourth, but it wasnt until they walked into his kingdom while he laid behind his throne, already a skinned off head & skull because he never wanted to be killed underneath the hands of the god of war and wisdom. Essentially , narinder DID kill himself before wilt would get there , knowing how much itd break them given how close these two siblings were

Thats exactly the moment they got found out by the other god of war (Areem) (very similar to athena) to imprison wilt, but they kept refusing. So with that and their refusal of wanting to go to the pillory, areem did the opposite of whats told of them;

killing wilt with their spear in hand by engraving it all the way into their brain to their whole body (so its basically that areem dug the spear into the beginning of their head, and then right down to their pancreas)

Which explains the chain because it was.the only way to keep Wilt alive in purgatory, the chain so deeply pitted in their stomach area that if it got pulled out by themself or areem then itd kill them within three seconds ,, which is actually how their boss fight would go , so ':-D ,,

But yeah ,, the lyrics are from kiss me song of god to clarify,, i believe its rlly fitting for them the way they went against their own politics and family morale (rising into absolute government + killing all their siblings)

"The blood of the exploited working class"i was thinking of drawing the other four bishops for , nd also is kinda inspired off of a certain game anyways,, for the first millenia Wilt was locked above in purgatory they would constantly hallucinate their dead siblings and repeat "take responsibility" to everything they did that

"Yes the world screams kiss me son of god" is the part where goat and ram are the first ever company Wilt has had in three thousand years. 3 millenia. They had a strong attachment to ram cuz she took the crown o war ,, nd cuz she reminded them too much of narinder with her high and fun energy etc,, they still appreciated goat for their pacifism but they still had that bad habit of advocating violence

wilt treats the two with bad attachment issues and that's what lead ram to killing wilt 10 years later instead of areem (who they both were meant to kill originally after finding out all the bullshit wilt got away with) ,, ram hates wilt even more after goat resurrects them into the cult ,, goat and wilts relationship is 50/50 but it wasnt until goat fully moves to allures cult (another universe) and both wilt + ram are incredibly heartbroken and hurt

Goat,, goat got tired of the constant war going on. They just wanted a break from the constant screaming , violence , everything terribly wrong with the environments of rw&rw ,,

They arent rlly expressive much about their trauma regarding their own universe like how Allure is an already open book for being so paranoid & anxious about mystic , buuut i will give goats own post at a given point :> this is a wilt post lidslfjskdk

Thats mainly all i could think of for wilt ,,but they *are* the villain of their story,, for spiraling into insanity after reaching so much recognition with war & wisdom they kill their siblings to show their cult they didn't need family to survive (wrong! They in fact DID need them but they werent thinking right) (whats worse is that you cant resurrect old gods there so they were haunted by both real ghosts of them and hallucinations)

[purpleplaid17]

Jess Watches // Mon 22 Apr // Day 208 & Tues 23 Apr // Day 209 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (rw) 3x21 & 3x22 Graduation Day (s3 Finale)

On Ascension Day, Buffy and her friends prepare for the ultimate battle as they face off against the mayor and a horde of vampires.

Willow, an Oz laid. Anya, a girl afraid. Faith, her gut blade. Cordy, a vamp slayed. Buffy, a mayor flambé-d.

Renegade Nell (with mum) 1x05 Excuse Me, I'm a Doctor

Nell goes to Newgate Prison to try and rescue Devereux and Roxy and George meet their Uncle Jack.

I'm trying so hard to love this series but the tone is just all over the place. Very inconsistent. I have no doubt it was Disney meddling. Sofia should use her new sexy evil latin spells on them next.

The Patient (with mum) 1x10 The Cantor's Husband (Finale)

For Sam, an unexpected decision shows progress towards his goals, but Dr. Strauss demands even more.

An interesting character study. To say it's mostly two actors in one room, it was never boring. The underlying threat throughout and the feeling of impending doom (but for who?). A satisfy watch.

Killing Eve (Remix) [x] 3x09 She's Gone and Unbelievably I Survived

4x07 - Villanelle accompanies Gunn on a hunting trip. The two exchange stories and kiss. The next day V rejects Gunn and attempts to leave the island. Meanwhile, after karaoke Yusuf leaves Eve. She visits Martin for guidance. Eve then travels to the island and is ambushed by Gunn. Eve blinds her during their struggle, and she and V escape the island.

The elation of the fandom to see V/Jodie passionately kissing a woman vs the devastation that it wasn't Eve/Sandra. Also, I tacked on the beginning of 4x08 too so that the road trip ep is just them together in love.

Merlin 2x11 The Witch's Quickening

Mordred brings a warlock, Alvarr, to see Morgana, and they persuade her to steal a crystal with magical properties from the vaults of Camelot.

Why is Merlin so surprised that Morgana wants to help Mordred?? No one in the castle ever listens to her or explains what is happening and she is actively punished and manipulated for being gay magical.

[starshine-hockey-girl]

First, let's talk about the fact that you are getting me to comment positively on anything referring to Pat Maroon. I mean, I don't have anything against him personally other than he plays for TB Lightning which I don't hate nearly as much as before. Also, he is the fake Big Rig. It's not totally his fault but let's admit that he is an imposter.

Let's carry on though....

I can totally see Maroon being a connoisseur of BBQ. Apparently it is common trait among the Big Rig community

A tongue-tied NHL player is a trope that will get me EVERY time

Of course he comes back over and over for the "food"

I love that he has a special table. Who is coming in with him all those nights? Hmmmm.... Friends?

Dammit.... that Back are Back video killed it.

Of course, Tony Cirelli pinched in. He's a true romantic - just RW 2.0

Maroon volunteering doing dishes

Getting rewarded with TWO kisses

Restaurant will be booked for months.

Why am I envisioning a charity even with the staff being entirely made of Bolts players with fans as patrons?

ＩＭＡＧＩＮＥ: Becoming Pat's Favorite Local Restaurant Owner Celly’s 300 Follower Appreciation

-if there was one thing the tampa bay lightning organization prided itself on it was its involvement in the community

-and that didn’t stop with the donations they made each game

-players themselves hosted charity events

-donated their time at the hospitals and animal care facilities

-but today, Maroon and Bogosian were doing something a little different

-they were attending a grand opening of a new restaurant in town

-a connoisseur of barbeque Bogosion had accepted the invitation without hesitation

-and Pat, we was just along for the ride and the publicity

-that was until he got there

-the restaurant was buzzing with life

-and the food was impeccable

-he and Bogo were insistent on meeting the owner

-and waited until long after their meal was done for the opportunity

-and that’s when he spotted you leaving the table of the mayor

-you were eye-catching, beautiful

-and you were on the way to their table

-you were the owner

-Pat didn’t often find himself struggling to find the right words to say

-but all he could do as he shook your hand was smile

-it was Bogo who stepped in to break the bit of an awkward silence that crept up on the encounter

-and with his teammate’s help Pat was able to find his personality, pushing his sudden anxiety that came with meeting you aside

-and while the conversation that praised you and your staff was brief, it was memorable

-it lingered in Pat’s mind long after he and Bogosian had left the restaurant that night

-Pat found himself going to the restaurant more and more often during the team’s homesteads

-bringing some of his teammates with him each time with the bold claims 

-“the food there’s great, you won’t want to eat anywhere else” 

-and while it was

-you were the reason he kept coming back

-and the boys began to notice

-not even just from the frequency at which Pat brought them to the restaurant but with how he interacted with you

-he was always smiling

-and they had watched as the interactions had evolved from handshakes to quick embraces as you welcomed him into the restaurant

-he was your most loyal customer

-to the point where you often saved him his preferred table on nights you expected him

-but the more the bolts came to frequent the restaurant

-the more fans did as well

-and it often left you at capacity

-including one night when Pat came in with a few of the guys

-you were a little less composed than you usually were

-you had been short-staffed for the night leaving you to wait on tables and clean up after your guest

-“I’m so sorry Pat, we don’t have your table, and our wait is pushing 45 minutes-”

-but he could care less with how much time he had to wait

-he was too distracted by how you had messily tied back your hair and how it framed your face

-and how you had rolled up your sleeves and draped an apron over your hips

-he had never seen your so flustered, and yet you were still beautiful

-“we don’t mind the wait,” he assured, “everything okay?”

-“just a bit short-staffed tonight, but we’ll manage-”

-“well, you know, Tony here, he’s got some experience waiting tables”

-it earned a raised brow look from his teammate

-but it was true, Cirelli had a brief stint of waiting tables, or at least pretending to wait tables, during their Getting the Band Back Together video

-“i couldn’t ask him to do that-”

-you were shocked by the proposition, but Pat was insistent 

-“just until you get things back on track,” he assured as reached around the counter where you greeted guests for a stack of menus

-he handed them to Cirelli and offered him a smile

-behind Tony 2 young women waited to be seated at your next opening and they had been eyeing Tony with small smiles

-“how about you show these lovely ladies to their table”

-Tony awkwardly looked over the table chart and invited the ladies up, holding a casual conversation with them along the way

-leaving you and Pat at the counter of your busy restaurant

-“now,” he hummed as he stepped forward to pull the strings of the damp apron

-it was clear you had spent much of your evening in the dish pit 

-it fell from your hips and into his hands

-“how ‘bout you show me to the sink and I’ll take care of the mess for you-”

-“you’re a lifesaver Pat!”

-and before you could stop yourself you had wrapped your arms around him and pushed up onto your toes to place a kiss to his cheek

-but you didn’t give yourself or him enough time to react before you were moving through the restaurant to lead him to the sink

-he spent the night there

-long after the tables began to clear

-and long after Cirelli had finished his impromptu shift 

-his thank you was a hot meal, beer on the house whenever he stopped in, the tips her earned and the phone numbers left to him on napkins

-and even then it didn’t feel like enough to you

-Pat didn’t leave the dish pit until the last load was going into the sanitizer

-and you were there to greet him with a plate of food

-everyone else had gone home

-together you sat at his favorite table as he ate

-and you both enjoyed a beer

-“I’m never going to be able to properly thank you for what you did for me today-”

-but Pat didn’t do what he did with the expectation of being repaid

-he did it because in the short time of coming to know you, he came to care about you

-and wanted to see you succeed

-“you really don’t have to worry about it-”

-“when you came in tonight and saw how busy it was you could have just left, but you chose to help me instead. I can’t just let you walk away with nothing-”

-“I already got what I wanted tonight”

-you raised a brow at him 

-“oh yeah, what was that?”

-“great food, great company,” he hesitated a moment, “and a kiss.”

-you had hoped he had forgotten about that

-it had lingered on your mind all night

-the impulsive kiss on his cheek

-you had worried you had overstepped

-but it was clear now that wasn’t the care

-“I would hardly call that a kiss,” you scoffed and took a long sip of your drink before you stood up

-you rounded the table carefully and came to stand beside Pat

-one of his large hands stroked around your thigh and came to rest on the back of it

-and then you were leaning down and placed a soft and welcomed kiss on his lips

-still it didn’t feel like much of a thank you

-but with how he felt about you, you would have more than enough time to thank you in time

[maraczeks]

tww s7 thread pt 7

[crimsonxe]

Unlike your ilk I don't put myself on any high horse, but I also for sure won't fall for the pity party routine and will call out bullshit I see. Also not only is it not my obligation to fix your confusion, but its pretty weird to have it considering what I've been addressing is your own posts & comments.

a) No dumbass I may have some issues with how tagging works here, but in this case it isn't on tumblr. YOU chose not to use the appropriate tags. Know what is blocked for me: rw/de tagged posts.

and now for b):

"No, I'm not going to use rwde or htdm because that's censorship and segregation..."

ROFL LMAO Oh my dear fucking god, your ass is not legitimately sitting here trying to pull the discrimination/segregation card for the bigots, sexists, incels, homophobes, transphobes, and right-winger know-nothing shitlords right now. No dumbass that card is INAPPLICABLE, but that does show just how ignorant your ass is on actual discrimination.

On top of that "censorship", fucking miss me with that garbage. Translates to you wanting yourself and your bigoted ilk to be able to run your mouths off, but only you cause anyone else that fires back at you, you try to label as "fanatical". Its called sticking to your goddamn lane which keeps arguing down and actual fans not having to hear your bullshit that is easily proven WRONG. Not a damn soul is obligated to have to see your bullshit. rw/de have their cesspit to circle jerk around without ones like me shredding their bullshit on the daily; in other words the "lanes" are as much for them as for everyone else.

"...which isn't helping the fndm implosion situation happening now."

There is no implosion, nor are you and your ilk part of the FNDM to try to have that be the "implosion". Once again not a damn soul is obligated to roll over and let your bitch asses spew your garbage, especially since the rest of us actual fans are busy enjoying the show, the characters, the crew, and the relationships.

"Stop manipulating my words and non-responses to make yourself the better person."

rofl, honey I don't need to manipulate words or try to make myself the better person. I only have to quote you and not be part of the shithead bigot section of the equation to be better; which ftr isn't saying I'm some saint either. I'm the orange peel sitting on a counter top, while you're a moldy ass one on the floor with all sorts of accumulated shit on you; still orange peels but one is still better than the other.

Yet you run defense for them and play the pity party for them.

"I just don't like how bmblb got together in the show (it would've been cuter at the reunion in the everafter, like they kissed in the euphoria of being alive before awkwardly dancing around what happened before finally deciding to be a couple after the major threat of making sure they weren't trapped there forever has passed) and I don't like that they revived penny just to kill her again (the whole thing with her and the winter maiden could've been avoided since the end result would've been the same minus a permanently dead penny). Yet I've paid for access to all the season as they came out. Just for RWBY because I love it so much. But I guess that makes me an bigot lesbian hurr-durr."

Um no, not only because the two just aren't that type of character but also weren't sure how the other felt and y'know the massive fucking risk involved in going near the damn friendship/romance line. It goes well? Great, you have a relationship. It doesn't? That long-standing freshly repaired friendship = GONE. On top of that both having major baggage and self-value issues. So instead all of that was put into a steady build up till finally having one of the most beautiful damn scenes in the show as they finally came out with their feelings in a moment of risking it all yet also not due to a feeling of security. In other words your dumbass doesn't have a clue about set up, build, toning, and payoff.

"...and I don't like that they revived penny just to kill her again (the whole thing with her and the winter maiden could've been avoided since the end result would've been the same minus a permanently dead penny)."

Oh boo fucking who, I loved Penny and even had my moment of frustration over her dying at the end of v8; but then I looked at others view and looked over the scene with a calmer mind; and came away fine with it. Newsflash dumbass: erasing Penny becoming the Winter Maiden = erasing an entire chunk of CHARACTERIZATION and STORY that involve it. Not to mention completely gouging the fuck out of v9 where 2 storylines go off of Penny dying as the Winter Maiden.

Both of these aren't issues with the story, just your own bitch ass's personal bias/not being how you wanted. That is NOT critique, its bullshit.

"Yet I've paid for access to all the season as they came out. Just for RWBY because I love it so much. But I guess that makes me an bigot lesbian hurr-durr."

Congrats so have the rest of us where the distinction comes in is the rest of us actually enjoying what we watch, while you and your ilk spew bullshit complaints, misinformation, lack of understanding, or bigoted commentary to bash the show. But keep trying to say you love it, someone will be dumb enough to believe you.

Actually your own statements put you in the bigot territory with you straight up spouting a bigoted dogwhistle already about BB not being healthy.

Nah, I'll keep doing what I've always done in doing "walls of text" because I'm not one to shy away from using my knowledge and probably a bit of my being a writer myself showing through.

rofl, I most definitely won't stop "insulting" you and your ilk.

Yeah, cool doesn't change anything. You also aren't the only one that has issues, we all have shit we deal with in that regard. Depressive episodes? Yep, been having to fight those for going on years now as it runs in my entire family, but we don't all run defense for shitbags.

I've already mentioned not putting your comprehension level highly.

React defensively or not, I don't give a fuck. I'm still going to respond how I respond to bullshit being spewed. Oh yes, I'm an interrogator I guess because I quote your ass and don't take the bullshit spewing or pity party.

I've already mentioned my role in things, I do step in against the shitbags to tear them apart so others get to enjoy things and be the "nice" bunch. I'm more than willing to get my hands dirty to keep the shit out of the main tag where no one is obligated to listen to you and your ilk's bullshit. People that want to show their love for the show won't have any issue with me; only those that spew bullshit. Oh and do get "critique" out of your goddamn mouth, cause it isn't critique. What you and your ilk do is an insult to actual critique that exists outside of biases and has to do with actual issues. [Bob dying in v1 yet showing back up in v5 alive and well] would be an actual issue [Mindy kissing Jenny instead of Tommy] is NOT one; nor is YOU not catching details that built up Mindy and Jenny instead of Tommy as that's YOUR issue. But y'know that's actually knowing what critique is vs. isn't. And ftr this isn't a BB reference, but a common bullshit that is repeated in any piece of media that has an LGBT+ pair in it.

a) people that enjoy things are the ones y'know enjoying the show in the main tag, not the ones bitching and whining about it; and b) there's an entire goddamn "lane" set aside for those that "enjoy" circle-jerking over their hate of the show and their bigotry over in rw/de filled with HTDM and shitdom circles. Cause once again no one in the main tag is obligated to turn a blind eye to your bullshit. So no I'm not miserable taking out the trash, a bit tedious but someone has to do it.

I don't really care, you still put a direct mention and worse as part of running defense for the bigots and roaches that are wthin rw/de, HTDM, and shitdom.

I'm civil towards those deserving of it, you are not especially with the aforementioned going after one of the nice people in these spaces. Also if there's brownie points being given then I'm clearly being shafted; cause I've never wanted or been interested in that sort of thing.

ROFL, um no I've never claimed to be anything near "perfect" nor a "high moral" person. But not being those is actually what makes me perfect to tearing apart others, my hands are already dirty may as well take out the trash.

Which easily could've been afforded had you used the tag for that, which would've not only blocked it from my seeing it but also would've put your garbage in the same lane as others of your ilk.

Um I'm definitely not any form of abusive irl, instead being more the type that rails against those. I also have no comment about what you are or aren't in that regard irl; but do keep on with the pity party/victim card attempt.

"innocent people", more like bigots that bash the show for not being how they want including daring to have an LGBT+ pair, center & spotlight femme characters, and daring to tell their story not that crowd that was never the intended audience's story. People that were shoved out of the FNDM due to not being fans and spewing bullshit that actual fans didn't have interest in hearing or ones like me could prove wrong; yet they'd just shout that we were "fanatics" cause we dared to have facts, canon, proof, and weren't going to roll over for them.

Actually I'm very good with my personality, the only issue is more either OCD or ADD; but that has nothing to do with this. Unless you're going to try to suggest this entire argument somehow addresses either of those things.

Actually you used a homophobic dogwhistle that pretty much shows your own biases if not bigotry. And no being LGBT+ and/or in a relationship doesn't erase that, as I already mentioned there's cases of LGBT+ either knowingly or ignorantly supporting bigoted shit against their own. For those knowingly doing it, its usually to earn them points as "one of the good/acceptable ones"

Also I've never once sent "suicide bait" or even attacking DM's to anyone; the same can't be said for those you run defense for who DM slurs to ones like me or harass others even to the point of death threats. But keep on with the pity party routine.

It's not that every person 'outside of the fandom' that calls the show 'trash' vehemently hates RWBY. Yes, some do hate it for no reason besides hopping on the hate-train to shitsville for the lols, but from my time on r/RWBYcritics I've seen a lot of people hate that the show was such a let down with many elements shoe-horned in or concepts forgotten about in favor of pandering. A lot of people who say the show is trash is because they were disappointed in the way the show went.

Yet, one big reason people outside RWBY hate the show is because they hate the radicals in the FNDM. I've seen threads on RWBYcritics of people being lynched from being in the fandom because they had a different opinion from the rest. Like, you can't even be critical about Yang and Blake's relationship without immediately being dubbed 'homophobic' by most FNDM members.

You can say that the people calling RWBY trash is why the show failed but only if you can take the fact that the fanatical fans are also why the show failed.

[rwbyvein]

Firen Lhain:  Chapter 705:  The Beasts:  Part III/III

They approached the tree line. At this moment the trees were small and spindly, but as they looked down they saw a mix of greenwood and darkwood, that sprawled as far as the eyes can see. "Everyone is used to navigating a forest?" Jaune asked, but Weiss nervously looked at him, "Except Weiss." Weiss shyly nodded. He then turned to Ilia. "Ilia?" he asked, and her colours changed to camouflage against the rocky mountain behind them. "Well, then, I guess you'll be with me. If I can't find you, I'll just assume your hiding somewhere nearby like you always are." Ilia reverted to her usual colours and opened her mouth to try and say something, but nothing came out.

"It has proven quite usefuly." Ren stated.

Jaune gestured to Ren and nodded his head. "Now that you're part of the team, I'm not so worried about it. Like, at all."

"Just why are you all trusting me?!" Ilia asked them.

"She does raise a good point." Yang stated.

"Yang!" Weiss huffed.

"Not saying I don't trust her." Yang replied, and shrugged her shoulders, "Just don't know why."

"It is both simple and complex." Ren stated. "You have humbled yourself. Humiliated yourself. Revealed your true spirit."

"That actually makes sense." Yang stated.

"She stalks Jaune because she cares!" Nora added.

"I wanted to say that!" Ruby shouted.

Jaune looked between the two, unsure of what to say, and so just nodded his head.

Ilia saw movement and turned her head to see Blake standing in front of her. She looked her in the eyes, grabbed her hands, and pulled her into a hug. She then kissed Ilia on the side of the face before stepping back, but still holding onto her hands. In reply, Ilia seemed to change between every colour before settling down on her usual hues, except with occational hiccups.

"Oh, I know!" Ruby shouted, and pointed at Nora, glaring at her before looking back at Ilia, "She wants to save the world!"

"Exactly." Blake said warmly, still holding Ilia's hands, still looking her in the eyes.

"I want to say it!" Ruby shouted. Blake warmly looked her in the eyes. "Right?" Ruby asked, "You want to save the world like the rest of us."

"You always have." Blake warmly said to Ilia.

"You just didn't do it the right way." Ruby continued, "But now you are. I hope. I mean, we're doing it the right way?" Ruby asked the others, "Right?"

"We are simply trying to defeat Grimm." Weiss stated.

"A lot of them." Yang added.

"And their queen." Blake stated.

"Who we have to kill with kindness!" Nora exclaimed.

"Literally." Ren added.

"And," Jaune said to Ilia, "if you keep being depressed about it, I'll just to keep pulling you into group hugs."

"You wouldn't?" Ilia asked, and this caused Yang to burst out with laughter, Nora a moment behind her.

"At this stage," Weiss quipped, "I think we can all agree that he would."

"I know," Blake said to Ilia, "that this much love, affection, and trust takes some getting used to, especially after what we've been through." Blake then stepped forward, bringing her right hand up to craddle Ilia's face. "Welcome to the family."

"As what?" Ilia asked.

"Friends!" Ruby stated.

"Minions!" Nora replied, and the two glared at each other.

"So?," Jaune asked, "assuming Ren and Nora want to team up," he then looked between RWBY, "how do you want to..."

"Weiss!" Ruby exclaimed, raising her hand for emphasis. Weiss mildly scoffed as Ruby Petal Burst over to her, wrapping her arm into Weiss'.

"I guess that means..." Yang stated, only to look over, seeing Blake beside her.

* * *

RW, BY, and RN walked off into the woods in different directions. Jaune looked at Ilia, "If you don't have a lot of experience in the woods, know what it's incredibly easy to get lost. One, keep track of me. As long as you keep track of me, you're not lost. Two, look back the way you came. If you know where you came, you aren't lost. Three, it's difficult to keep track of what direction you are traveling in, so, if the first two fail you, make sure you constantly check your scroll. Worst case you can find a clearing and message Taj. You might think you are a badass assassin, and from seeing you fight, you are, but that doesn't mean anything in the woods. And relax."

Ilia just looked at him quizzically. Exactly what part of that was supposed to make her relax?

"Believe it or not, I know what it's like to not feel like you fit in." Jaune said, and Ilia looked even more confused. "Until I found them, I've never really felt at home. I know what it's like to not feel like you belong, but you do. Our home is your home, with is apparently a pre-medieval castle."

A thousand thoughts went through Ilia's head as she tried to create a coherent response.

"What am I going to have to do to make you feel wanted?" Jaune asked, "Carry you like a princess?"

Ilia looked at him curiously for a moment, and then looked at him fearfully. "You wouldn't?"

"One thing you'll need to learn about me is that I might joke around, but I will hold myself to what I say."

She looked at him curiously and then suspiciously. Jaune took a step towards her and she stepped back. Jaune took a step back and turned back to the woods as they travelled down the mountain. Ilia paused for a moment until she quickly stepped up to catch up to him, which was no mean feat. Jaune looked over his shoulder, and stopped turning around. "Sorry, I can walk pretty quickly."

"I didn't say I couldn't keep up with you!" Ilia shouted.

"That's not..." Jaune sighed, "Okay, when out in the woods, running will get you killed."

Ilia looked at him curiously. "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"No," Jaune stated, and she looked at him with a start, "just not used to the woods. When covering long distances, running will burn your stamina up way too quickly." Ilia looked at him defiantly. "When you burn out, I'll just have to carry you like a princess." he said, and turned back down the mountain. Ilia quickly stepped out to catch up to him, quickly moving to a jog.

* * *

It seemed all Ilia had to do was blink to lose sight of him. The paths were so narrow and winding it was easy to get lost. Whenever she lost sight of him for even a moment she would break into a panic and sprint forward, and she always found him, slowly walking, or pausing to look around. Without any more acknowledgement of her present than the slight turn of his head towards her before walking off down the into the woods.

* * *

Ilia stopped and hunched over to breathe as Jaune kept on walking into the woods. She could barely breathe, and wondered how he could move so quickly and silently through the woods with such heavy armour and antlers. She breathed in deep and then rushed up to catch up to him.

* * *

Ilia looked around, and couldn't see him. After a brief pause to listen, she couldn't hear him. Like before she sprinted forward, and did not see him. She paused to look and listen around and sprinted once again. Once again she didn't see him. She turned her head to look and listen, and did not see or hear anything. She camouflaged herself and backed up into the bush to figure out what to do, when something powerful wrapped around her. It was strong armour pressing her up against, and she was wrapped with a powerful arm. She kicked down with her foot at his knee, but it just deflected off of his Aura. If he had strength and Aura and armour and surprise, she wasn't sure what she would do. She reached over to her weapon, but his arm caught her, and he breathed into her ear. The warm air washed over her ear and face, and briefly tickled her, but she wasn't going to let it get to her, she was going to...

"Look up." the deep, masculine voice said, and she looked up and saw antlers. Large, proud, eight pointed antlers. It was then that it dawned on her, though she didn't have a chance to relax as he lifted her up and carried her like a princess. She sighed. "A promise is a promise." He said, "You tire yourself out, I get to carry you like a princess."

"I," she voiced, "don't remember agreeing to this."

He gently tossed her up just enough to snug up how he was carrying her. "You stop in the woods, and you're vulnerable."

"To what?" Ilia asked.

"To whatever lives here." Jaune said, as he turned and started to walk up the hill.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"I saw a glade a ways back, I'll call the girls and tell them to meet us there." She looked up at him, both vunerable and lost, and dour and irate at the same time. "Someone tuckered herself out."

"Do you expect this to make me trust you?" Ilia asked.

"I expect this to keep you safe from yourself." Jaune stated. "This I can do right now. Trust can only come with time."

* * *

Ilia laid back on the rock, breathing as hard as she could when she felt a presence. She looked up to see Jaune standing there with a pile of windfallen wood. "How the hell do you do that?!" she asked, and Jaune paused, giving her a blank, empty look.

"I honestly have absolutely no idea." he stated, "I just feel... at home here." He then piled the wood on the ground, "Maybe it's a Faunus thing? A wood Faunus thing. Maybe it's like your camouflage. Or is that a Semblance?"

"I-," she huffed, "honestly don't know how Semblances work."

"But... you're an assassin." he said, and she moved her head just enough to glare at him. "Former assassin."

"Each Semblance is unique." she stated between huffs. "I have to learn to counter it. Not use it."

Jaune them loudly slumped onto the ground. It sounded as if he had the incredible weight he should have. "Semblances come from Aura."

"And I don't know..."

"You use Aura." Jaune stated, and she sat up with a start, just staring at him.

"You can't be serious?" she asked, "I never..."

"It's amazing how many Huntsmen and Huntresses don't know how their Aura works." Jaune stated.

"And what makes you an expert?" she insultingly asked him.

"Oh, me?," Jaune asked, "I was just lucky enough to have a teacher."

With this Ilia flopped back onto the ground.

"Remind me to give you a lesson when we get back home."

Ilia slowly sat up. "Why not right now?"

"Because you're already learning a bunch of new stuff today." Jaune said.

"And you're not?" Ilia asked.

"It's amazing how much memory it takes to remember the paths in the woods." Jaune said, and shrugged.

"I?," Ilia asked, "thought..."

"Hm?" Jaune asked.

"That we weren't making a fire?"

"Oh, right." Jaune stated. He then laughed to himself and then sighed.

"That's the first time..." Ilia said as she leaned towards him.

"Hm?" he asked.

"The first time I've seen you vulnerable."

"The first time I've what?" Jaune asked, "I swear I've messed up in front of you before. Haven't I?" Ilia just shook her head. "Alright, so, what does that mean?"

"You seem so different when you're vulnerable. I'm starting to see what Blake sees in you."

At this moment Ruby and Weiss stepped into the glade.

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

Les Huguenots (Grand Théâtre de Genève, 2020): Reactions, Part I

Given that my current Act of Hubris Involving Video Editing is putting English subtitles on this production, I guess now is a good of a time as ever to finally officially liveblog it.

@monotonous-minutia you have seen this and @sweatershowgirl​ and @tatyana-dreaming​ you have not but all three of you are interested in this Act of Hubris, so...here you go! (there are spoilers in this liveblog)

Night of the Living Dead

well now they’re just Dead (except for a couple of principals. also spoiler alert these people keep coming back occasionally. don’t ask me. I was not one of the codirectors so idk)

“this production is sponsored by Adidas”

that one dude in the back obviously did not get the color memo

that or the costume department ran out of white/off-white shirts

JOHN!!!!!!! *heart eyes forever*

FANTASTIC chair setup

Nevers and Raoul are such a BROTP

spotlight’s on you buddy

also this viola d’amore solo is SO PRETTY

how is it that John Osborn is able to turn anything his voice touches into gold

also, UNBELIEVABLY PRECIOUS CHILD

It is a lovely morning in Touraine and you are a Bass Emerging From The Bog (not actually but...yeah) About To Crash A Party

“no, I already told you I needed twenty stuffed-crust pizzas from Medici’s for the Renaissance Faire!”

(I’m only half-kidding, as this is apparently supposed to be Catherine de Medici. yes, this production is weird. yes, it somehow works in the end. also it’s the most musically complete one on film)

you’re going to regret giving Marcel the megaphone

see? Marcel is just Ultimate Chaotic Energy

anyway this aria BOPS and Michele Pertusi is (as always) amazing

the valet (at right): “I do not get paid enough to deal with this shit”

RWS is so pretty *heart eyes*

@rayatii work your meme magic on this I know you can

also I guess this is supposed to be a farewell kiss or something?

also also I love how all the chorus people just start clapping

also also also I am the newspaper dude that is Such A Mood

Raoul please stop jumping to conclusions so quickly (although I will acknowledge that the kiss doesn’t really stem from canon)

tfw your fiancée breaks up with you the day before your wedding

Alexandre Duhamel is me jamming out to this chorus

*dies of Adorable Mezzo*

also: I don’t care that (according to behind-the-scenes video) Urbain is technically played as a woman in this production; I will proudly continue to say that this Urbain is wonderfully genderfluid because that was the Vibe I got

SASS HIM 

ABSOLUTELY GLORIOUS

tfw you’re asked to go blindfolded to a Secret Rendezvous

he’s so freaking adorable I can’t

their energy

when you’re the new royal protégé but have no idea

magic movie makeover

off into the Great Unknown (better known as Act II)

we love the Old Hollywood Vibe

CAN I HAVE THIS OUTFIT IMMEDIATELY PLEASE AND THANK YOU

we stan both onstage instrumentalists and dancing sopranos

there’s just something about her and her voice that makes her one of my top 3 people I’ve ever seen or heard in this role

(her name is Ana Durlovski; the 2 others are singers you’ve likely heard of-- Lisette Oropesa and Joan Sutherland, with Erin Morley and Marlis Petersen not far behind)

I aspire to have her confidence and flair

everyone is Bopping feat. Costume Porn

also: sometimes the ideal Friend Group/Professional Network is a bunch of strong, confident, talented women, a strong, confident, talented, genderfluid director’s assistant, and one (1) Kindly Elderly Gay flutist (not pictured)

Léa Desandre and Anyone brings out wonderful energy

Urbain: “ma’am you are great at what you do but we are on a schedule and that schedule does not include you coloratura-ing”

we have no choice but to stan a QUEEN

Urbain: “really? the PUMPKIN PANTS?”

VALENTINE!!!!!!!!! *heart eyes forever for my favorite character in this opera*

stop being so perfect please I am begging you

Marguérite just checking in to make sure Valentine is okay is like *heart eyes forever for my SISTP. also I kinda ship them*

picture-perfect

WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT BEING SO PERFECT

“now we are going to call your douchebag of a father whom I have to act like I don’t despise so I can persuade him by hook or by crook to let you marry your dream guy”

aka Girls Supporting Girls

this aria should be done every time and LÉA YOU ARE KILLING ME HERE

ooh... (the ladies are INVESTED)

I would like to thank the directors for making this happen 

poor Valentine :(

Protect The Clueless Baby

Blinded By Spotlight, Round 2

iconic duo

twice the cadenza, twice the awesome

Raoul: I gotta admit that I’m a bit horny

Marguérite: okay maybe I am a little too BUT I am a good best friend so I’m not gonna do anything with you

Directors: *decide to end this duet with them making out*

Me: >:(

(John Osborn and Ana Durlovski though? LOVE THEM together)

Marguérite: oh shit I am officially regretting the last thirty seconds

also, tfw you walk in on your boss/crush/girl you just kissed making out with someone else you’ve barely met #awkward

CHILD

Urbain: well, you’re a person who...exists

“are you gonna get that?”

“no, are you?”

aka, the Nevers and Urbain Beef continues

someone’s on the phone please be quiet

also, something that happened a bit later but I couldn’t get into a screencap: Nevers has a very firm handshake while Saint-Bris has one like a limp fish

“yes we are all swearing eternal peace yes we are all friends no this will not implode within the next five minutes :)”

this moment is just SO CUTE

Raoul/Nevers BROTP (spoiler: that does not last long)

“here she comes...MISS AMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERICA”

RAOUL NO DON’T PUBLICLY HUMILIATE HER

the SLAP

this ensemble SLAPS

meanwhile, Marcel is just vibing and living his best life

Urbain: okay NO I NEED TO DO DAMAGE CONTROL HERE BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS FUCKED UP AND IF SOMEONE’S GONNA FIX IT IT’S ME

Marcel: but I wanna make Chaotic Energyyyyyyyyyyyy

“well that went well” said no one ever

[shesclearlya3]

Grow As We Go

pairing: Xavier Plympton x Reader

word count: 3,538

warnings: au! in present time, mentions of drug use, overdose, angst, fluffy at times, no camp rw

disclaimer: i am in no way shape or form using the topic of addiction lightly or willingly romanticizing it. the use of heroin is a major problem in my state and my family has personally been affected by it. i lost family to this horrible epidemic and this has been a coping mechanism for me as i was too young to understand the gravity of the situation my family was under at the time it happened seven years ago. i also am not tagging due to possible triggers. 

*not entirely proof-read* *inspired by Ben Platt’s song*

You sat on the couch in your shared apartment, waiting for your boyfriend, Xavier, to come home.

It was a Friday night, and like most Friday's, you were supposed to watch movies with him and eat a ridiculous amount of takeout. You had rushed home from work, taking a shower and making sure you shaved your legs for specific events you knew would be happening later that night.

A box of pizza sat on the coffee table, now growing cold. Everything was set up, the television on Netflix, multiple blankets piled up next to you, and you wearing your soft pajamas and fuzzy socks. Xavier was supposed to be home from work nearly two hours ago. He had finally landed a small role on a beloved show, and his excitement about it was the cutest thing you'd ever seen. An eight-hour shoot soon turned into ten.

At least that's what you hoped.

You had sent him a ridiculous amount of texts and voicemails, your voice growing more and more concerned with each one. You went as far as to text your mutual friends, Montana, Brooke, Ray, and Chet, to see if they had heard from them. Nobody had heard anything, but the girls assured you they'd try and contact him in some way.

This wasn't like him, not showing up and ignoring your messages, you thought as you turned off the random episode of your favorite show you started playing. The characters made you feel less lonely. You stood up, slowly pacing the room as you debated on what to do.

Is it too early to file a missing person's report?

"Don't be stupid, y/n," you grumbled to yourself. "Xavier said he can't have his phone while filming."

Another hour had passed by. You had put the untouched pizza in the refrigerator, before going into your bedroom and taking one of Xavier's jackets. You slipped it on, inhaling his scent and feeling more at ease.

Your thoughts only became darker as the time ticked by. You lived in Los Angeles, anything could have happened if he wasn't at work. You had no idea how to call a studio and ask for an actor; for all they knew, you could be a creepy stalker. Your hands were shaking as you stuffed them into the pockets.

One thing that always lingered in the back of your mind was Xavier's past.

When you met him, it was just out of high school. Montana was your best friend for years, and she introduced the two of you just weeks after graduation. They had a little fling, nothing too serious. He was older than you by a year, and you instantly took a liking to him.

The first few times you had hung out, you never thought you'd one day become Xavier's girlfriend. First, it would be against girl code. Second, even though he was with Montana for a short period, he had the mindset of being unable to be tied down.

However, it didn't take long for you to uncover the truth.

Xavier Plympton was a softie hiding behind a facade. He always claimed he didn't need a girlfriend, and all he needed and could rely on was nobody other than himself. His arrogant demeanor attracted girls for the wrong reasons. If they wanted a true rebellious bad boy, they wouldn't find it with Xavier.

Just months after Montana moved on with a guy named Trevor, Xavier had shown up at your doorstep. One of the few times it actually rained in Los Angeles, his car had broken down, and you were the closest apartment to him. His blond hair was matted to his forehead as he smiled at you sheepishly.

"Xavier?" You frowned, pulling your blanket from your shoulders to pull him into your apartment. "Why are you soaking wet?"

"My fucking car broke down, and I got cold," he pouted as you locked the door. "I called for help, and the storm has them backed up, it's like a hurricane out there."

"You need to get out of those clothes, Xavier," you said as you led him to your small bathroom. "How long did they say?"

"I don't know, just a few hours?" Xavier shrugged.

"Why didn't you call me? I would have picked you up."

"Yeah..." Xavier grimaced, pulling his cracked iPhone out of his pocket. "I had another little accident."

You huffed a laugh, grabbing a clean towel and setting it on the counter. "What did you do?"

"I tripped and fell, it landed in a puddle, and now it won't turn on, this piece of shit," Xavier mumbled.

"Take a shower, I'll wash your clothes. When you're done, you still have clothes here from the last time you invaded my home." You joked, averting your eyes as Xavier slipped off his drenched shirt.

"I was drunk, and friends don't let friends drive drunk, y/n," he smirked at you. He had already started unbuttoning his expensive jeans when you slammed the door in his face.

When he was done, he came out and lounged with you on the couch. The same one that was now in your new apartment. You forced him to watch Heathers and yelled at him whenever he put his cold feet against your warm body.

Xavier used your phone to call about his car, and they said he'd have to come to look at it in the morning. He smiled at you as you rolled your eyes, granting him permission to sleepover, and you'd drop him off. This is what started your movie marathon traditions. And it's when Xavier kissed you for the first time.

Ever since then, it was like a poorly written romance novel.

You started dating after Montana assured you she wouldn't hate your guts. At the time, Xavier was taking acting classes, making money on the side doing mediocre jobs. You were just months short of getting your degree, and your current job as your primary source of income when you eventually moved in together.

Xavier slowly booked more and more roles over the years. He refused all commercial gigs until his agent eventually stopped offering them. Xavier was proud of his work and spent many nights holding you and telling you when he wins his first Oscar, you better be in the audience so he can show the world what keeps him grounded in life outside of the screen.

Xavier was arrogant about his fame to outsiders. In his inner circle, however, he knew that one day he would blow up. You believed in him, you loved and adored him, and all his accomplishments so far.

Those were the good times.

One thing that Xavier was never open about to anyone besides you was his history with drugs.

Montana had known he was a user when they met. The story was that his parents sent him to rehab after finding needles and a bag of heroin in his room.

But that's all it was, a story.

You remember the night perfectly. You were forced to work over as someone bailed on their shift, and like tonight, you texted Xavier and told him you'd be late, just to get no answer.

When you arrived, the living room was empty, and the house was dark. You called his name after setting your things down, seeing the light coming from the bathroom door. You walked to it, knocking gently.

"Xavier?"

You could hear the shower running and what sounded like quiet sniffles. You frowned, going to touch the handle when you heard his voice. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay, babe?" You questioned. Xavier remained silent for a few seconds, and you could hear the sound of skin against the tub as if he were sitting down.

"I'm fine, I'll be out in a minute." He called, his voice thick.

You decided to leave him be, going into your bedroom and stripping from your uniform. Xavier never liked to cry in front of you. He was self-conscious about it, he wanted you to know he could be strong for you. As much as you told him you hated it, you had only seen him cry a handful of times.

You laid on the bed in your bra and panties, pulling a blanket over you as the bathroom door creaked open. Xavier shuffled into your room, wearing sweatpants and his blond hair pushed away from his face. You could already tell his eyes were red as he put his dirty clothes in the hamper.

"The shower's free," he said, his voice monotone. Xavier refused to look at you. He crossed the room, sitting on the bed before plopping on his back, his head nudged your leg.

"What's wrong, Xavier?" You asked gently. You could smell his body wash, and you slowly pushed yourself down, so your heads were level. He kept his eyes closed.

"I'm fine, y/n,"

You tsked at him. "Your eyes were red."

"So? I got soap in them."

You rolled your eyes, "Don't lie to me, Xavier Plympton!"

"I really don't want to talk about it, babe." He groaned. You continued to stare at him until he opened one eye, snapping it shut when he realized he got caught.

"I had a long day," you whispered. "Please, tell me what's bothering you, Xavier. It's going to kill me inside."

Xavier stared up at the ceiling after he finally cracked. He told you what really happened when he was younger.

When he was 18, one of his closest friends at the time, Andrew, started to become heavily involved in drugs. Xavier initially tried to get him to stop, but one day he was stupidly persuaded to try some. You played with his hair as he quietly explained how it got out of control. Whenever Xavier was angry or upset, he would use.

And then, his friend died.

By the time his parents found him, it was too late. His anniversary had passed a few days before, and suddenly Xavier's sour mood the past few days made sense. You held him tightly as he went on to say that shortly after his friend's funeral, he left his home in the middle of the night and wandered to a park where he injected himself and passed out after stumbling around and hitting his head.

He woke up the next day to a man named Blake, who threatened to expose Xavier's drug use if he didn't repay him for saving Xavier in the park. Your heart pounded in your chest as Xavier admitted that he had made porn, specifically with other males after being extorted by Blake.

You didn't know what to say at this admission. Your heartbreak was not because your current boyfriend, who you've had sex with many times, slept with other men. That was Xavier's worst fear, you abandoning him or leaving after he kept it from you. Your heart was breaking because of what this disgusting man did to the love of your life.

"You don't hate me?" Xavier tearfully asked after you comforted him.

"I don't hate you." You confirmed.

Xavier finished by saying he got away once Blake was arrested for his actions. Xavier and countless other men, some underage, were freed from the monster, but some never fully recovered for the mental abuse they suffered.

"After that, I told my parents that I didn't want to end up like Andrew. I didn't want to die, I wanted to get better. That's when I went and got help, and I've been clean ever since, y/n,"

That was a year ago.

Which is why when you got the call from Montana, your heart shattered.

"They found him slumped over, y/n," Montana said tearfully into the phone as you ran to your car, tears threatening your vision as you climbed inside, gasping for breath. "They were able to revive him, but his parents are out of town, and they won't let me inside!"

"I'll be there soon!" You cried into the phone as you drove as fast as you could to the hospital Montana said they were at. She stayed on the line with you the entire time, but you were both dead silent.

You were out of breath when you finally met her, hugging her tightly as Trevor and Chet stood up at the sight of you.

"We tried contacting his parents again, but they're not fucking answering," Chet explained as he and Montana followed you to the receptionist currently talking on the phone. "None of us are his emergency contact, his mom called me and begged us to come here. They might be on a plane ride back."

"I don't know if I am," you breathed as you impatiently waited for the lady to hang up. "M-Maybe I'll tell them we're engaged, or married?" You whispered.

"Married, most definitely," Montana mumbled.

Chet answered his phone when it started ringing, before stating he was going to meet Ray downstairs and bring him up. You watched him go, feeling more tears well up as the lady finally hung up, typing away on her computer.

"Excuse me!" You gasped, hitting the desk as you all but ran to it. She jumped back, looking at your disheveled state before her eyes settled on Montana.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I've already told you-"

"I'm his wife!" You choked up, causing the woman to look at you. "I-I should be one of his contacts."

The woman slowly looked at your hands, seeing the promise ring Xavier had given you on your first anniversary. She sighed before looking up his files.

"Name?" She asked.

You repeated your name, almost crying in relief when she stood up, "Come on, Mrs. Plympton," she said. Montana watched as you walked off, unable to keep the slight smirk off her face.

When you approached his room, a doctor was just coming out. He stopped at the sight of you two, quirking an eyebrow at the lady as she quietly explained who you were.

"How is he?" You blurted out, not meaning to interrupt the nurse as she spoke.

"He's awake, his vitals are back to normal, but he is a little out of it, I'm afraid." He said before his eyes slowly trailed you up and down. "Mrs. Plympton, are you aware your husband is a user?"

Your mouth was dry as you answered, "Xavier had been sober for almost four years, I-I had no idea he was using again..."

The doctor slowly nodded, but you could still feel his judgemental stare as you shifted uncomfortably. "If I were you, I'd consider the possibility he may need to enter rehabilitation. The use of heroin has become quite an epidemic, if he has been sober for as long as you said, a relapse would seem rather unlikely-"

"Doctor Stephens, with all do respect, I do not believe this is the appropriate time or place," the nurse said, glaring at him as she gently squeezed your arm. "Her husband almost died. Let her see him before we discuss any further steps."

You looked at her gratefully, before noticing her last name was also Stephens. You hid your smile as you realized they were probably married.

"Very well, in you go," he said, before nudging you inside. As the door clicked shut behind you, you heard him mumble, "Sharon, in the workplace we are not-"

You slowly approached Xavier's bed as he tiredly glared at the television, playing old reruns of Friends. He whipped his head around at the sound of your footsteps, and a mixture of relief and remorse crossed his face. "y/n?"

You let the tears spill over as you slowly approached him. His blue eyes shining at you from the reflection of the television. He was hooked up to machines, yet he moved over for you to climb into bed with him. He let you sob into his hair, his own lips trembling as he silently cried.

When you both seemed to settle down, that's when you began to talk.

"What happened, Xavier?" You sniffed. "What caused you to relapse?"

Xavier remained silent, bringing a hand to wipe at his face. The only sounds you could hear were the beeping of his heart monitor.

"When Blake went to trial," he began, "The courts ordered all of our... Tapes to be destroyed," he sighed. "They were, except for one,"

Your stomach dropped as his brows furrowed, another sob bubbling in his chest, but he pushed it down. "It was the second video Blake forced me to make. It was of another kid who was younger than me and me. It was his first time ever having sex. Someone found it, or it had been stolen before the trial, I don't know. It was uploaded to the internet last night, and..." he squeezed his eyes shut as the need to cry suddenly became too much. "I didn't know about it until the FBI called me and informed me today. They took it down, but-"

"Oh my God," you breathed out.

"They don't know how many copies exist, they're doing everything they can to track down the person who uploaded it, but my life is so FUCKED up!" He yelled, more tears spilling over as he buried his head in your chest.

"H-Has anybody?..."

"I don't know, nobody has reported on it, my fucking Instagram hasn't blown up or anything, but my fucking life was supposed to start over, that was all supposed to be behind me." He said. "Some times, I can almost forget that it even happened. My life has changed so much in the past four years. I never had the urge to use again until tonight."

His voice was so broken and small that you almost didn't recognize it. You stroked his hair, hoping it still had the same calming effect on him like the many times before.

"You've come so far, Xavier," you whispered to him. "Everything you've been through, everything you've become is so inspiring." You started to comfort him, but he shook his head in disappointment.

"I'm too much of a fuck-up, y/n," he mumbled. "You don't deserve any of this. I don't deserve you."

"Don't you dare fucking say that!" You gasped.

"It's true, y/n," Xavier said. "Whatever happens because of this, I don't want to be the one responsible for ruining your life. It's going to get out what happened to me tonight, what that guy did, and what I did to myself. You deserve nothing but happiness and a great life."

"Please stop," you whimpered.

"If you want to leave me, I won't stop you. I-I love you too much to hurt you, y/n."

You squeezed him tighter, whispering assurances in his ear that you weren't going to leave him. You loved Xavier with all your heart. "I'm not throwing away two years of us being together over this."

Xavier cupped your wet cheek in his hand, bringing his lips to your forehead as you crumbled beneath his touch.

"W-We can get through this," you said. "Xavier, if people heard the story of what actually happened to you, your real fans will love and support you no matter what. What Blake did was a horrible thing, and now he is spending the rest of his life in prison."

Xavier nodded, but you could still see the hurt in his eyes. "They'll find out I was a heroin addict. Society doesn't care about people like me."

As much as you wanted to convince him he was wrong, you knew in a way that not everybody would be supportive of someone with an addiction, society could be unbearably cruel.

There was a knock at the door, and you both straightened up as two uniformed agents slowly stepped into the room. You immediately found yourself recoiling at the sight of them, more worry coursing through you as Xavier looked at them nervously.

They introduced themselves as partners with the FBI. Due to the ongoing investigation, no details of what happened tonight will be made public. Xavier wished for much secrecy as possible, not wanting any of this to get out.

"We are currently monitoring all adult websites and making sure no articles about this are being made public. The woman who found you is being cooperative and will not spread the word of what has happened, Mr. Plympton."

They stayed for about twenty minutes, explaining that Xavier was under their protection for the time being. When it’s time for him to discharge from the hospital, it will be at an undisclosed time and location, and they also informed you to not be alarmed if any agents show up at your doorstep.

After they left, Xavier was exhausted. You had since moved to the chair, continuing running your fingers through his hair as his eyes drooped.

"y/n?" He whispered.

"What is it, babe?" You asked.

"I'm happy you decided to stay."

You cracked a smile, "Did you really think I wouldn't have?"

Xavier didn't say anything but held a mischievous twinkle in his eye as you pressed a kiss to his forehead. You whispered to him as he slowly dozed off, promising him of a better tomorrow.

And most importantly, of your future with him by your side.

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Another real long “I don’t like Bumbleby” post (Part 2)

Part 1 is here. 

The Adam fiasco

We’ve reached the most controversial point in the essay: Adam.

Adam was… a symbol. He didn’t have much to offer in personality and screentime, but he represented. Until he stopped representing and became a mere tool for Bumbleby to develop.

I know, I know, another Adam fan who coincidentally dislikes Bumbleby. What can I say?

Adam was the sacrificial goat for Bumbleby. His existence became so tied to them that his whole faunus vs SDC plot became just an afterthought. He became a puppet to do Evil Things; if you pay close attention, especially in daylight scenes, you can actually see the strings on his back.

Adam had lost his way in every sense of the word. And he became a monster: Bumbleby’s heart.

Bees are gonna beat me up for this one.

Yes, Adam became such a vital piece for Bumbleby to develop, their whole relationship revolved around him. Yes, he traumatized both girls, but V1-V2 gave us nothing else to chew on. No bonding, no cute smiles, no development. Adam triggered the rise of Bumbleby like kaboom. Bam, now there’s Bumbleby. And what cemented their relationship? Killing him.

I need to ask: why does a wlw relationship revolve around a man? Why does everything in RWBY come back to a man? Jaune speaks over Ruby. Pyrrha dies so Jaune can have development. Qrow steals screentime along with Oscar like a madman. Adam is a matchmaker. Can the “RWBY is a feminist show” take die already? It ran away when Pyrrha was fridged.

Worse is? Bumbleby is good because Bumbleby is BETTER than Tauradonna.

Or so it seems. Ahem.

Now. Of course it’ll be better than Tauradonna, as it isn’t an abusive relationship. But what I mean is, this is the ONLY thing going for it. Oh, you should ship it because it’s better than Tauradonna. No, it’s not its own thing. It’s just better than Tauradonna. And no, we can’t stop comparing to it.

I know abuse leaves you a wound it’s difficult to heal, and you’ll inevitably make a comparison. I’ve been in an abusive relationship too. But Bumbleby should be its own thing, developed separately from Tauradonna, and then compared. I didn’t get enough screentime and reasons to ship them, and now you want me to compare it to an abusive relationship? Of course I choose Bumbleby! The other option is horrendous and… hey, this is more manipulative than I thought!

And the killing… oh, there’s nothing more romantic than killing a guy together. Maybe I’ll try this next time I wanna date a dude. Forget Netflix and chill, this is the real thing!

The show handled it… shakingly okay. Blake cried, Yang comforted her. Alright. Fine.

But now Adam’s not here, what’s gonna happen? Let me guess: we’ll get all the Bumbleby screentime we didn’t get early enough. Some say “Great, now it’s gonna be RW-BY instead of RWBY”. Maybe. I don’t really care. Ruby seemed to be more comfortable alongside JNR, and Weiss does what she can. Maybe she could get incorporated to the team too? Or form a new one with Qrow and Oscar (and Ozpin)? Hey, it’s not a bad idea. Either way, the dynamics will change, but as long as they don’t take too much time off other characters, it’ll be fine. I gave up.

DC comics development

I’m not 100% sure of how to feel with this one.

I couldn’t read the DC comic, but some… definitely interesting screenshots were posted. I could see that they don’t care very much about canon (I can’t take Raven seriously anymore). But they also patched some things up, meaning: Bumbleby.

Remember when I complained about not seeing enough Bumbleby bonding to actually buy the ship? Well, DC comics gifted us one, two, eight panels of Bumbleby bonding: borrowing books, offering food, braiding hair. Sounds very nice… and very late. And very fake.

Why didn’t we see this on the show? This feels like those eight panels are supposed to show peak Bumbleby bonding and we must be satisfied with it. Peak LGBT+ representation right there. Why didn’t we cut off Arkos, Renora, Iceberg and Blacksun and spent time with Bumbleby instead? Why should I feel satisfied with a mere eight panels?

Not genuine at all.

Bonus: the newest take goes like “DC comics was CRWBY trying to build more Bumbleby with moments at Beacon we didn’t get to see in the show because the episodes were ONLY 6 MINUTES LONG”. So CRWBY had time to build Arkos, Renora, Iceberg, Blacksun and not the main ship? Those 6 minutes were enough to build straight relationships but not the main wlw one? What an unfortunate coincidence.

What would have you done differently?

Team BSCE.

Bonding: why is Yang interested in Blake? Why is Blake interested in Yang? What does make Yang feel like she can be vulnerable around Blake instead of, let’s say, Weiss? What do they talk about, that isn’t Adam, or Ozpin? Do they have private jokes? Do they look forward to spend time together? Does Blake know what Yang’s favorite food is? Do they train together more time than they should? Why do they love each other? How do they support each other? Does Yang read books about faunus?

Showing: how does Yang feel when Sun flirts with Blake? How does Blake feel when Yang flirts with guys? What makes them blush? What is their body language? Do they notice things about each other no one else notices? Do they think about closeness? Do they think about each other at night? Do they think about kissing each other? How does their attitude change? Do the rest realize something’s going on?

Conflicting: besides Adam, what problems do they have? Blake has been shown to feel like a burden and isolate herself, but what about Yang? Do they have things about each other they barely stand? Do they share the exact same mindset? Do they have arguments and about what? How do they handle disagreements and arguments? How do they approach problems? How do they fix them? Do the same problems come up over and over again? What things they don’t tell each other? What do they hide from each other? Do they expect each other to defend them on arguments with others?

Exploring: what’s their endgame like? What are their dreams and goals, and do they collide with each other? Do they think about the future? Do they have a theme? Did they develop separately, as individual people, before developing their relationships? Are they dependent? If one of them died, would the other (take revenge and) move forward, or fall into deep depression? Can they live apart from each other and things don’t change? And what if things do change? What things change? How do they face change?

Yes, I love asking questions. One brings another, and another, and before you realize, you thought a lot about the couple and their core. You don’t need to answer every single one of these questions, but it can help you develop a clearer and deeper relationship, better than… I don’t know, sudden love?

Show bonus (what I posted on twitter):

·         Yang interested in faunus. It is sudden, and Ruby realizes (Yang taking lots of notes during history class but only on faunus lessons, finding her in the library reading about faunus [allows for cute funny moment! Yang never reads!], talking to Velvet)

·         After being informed, Yang asking Blake about her experiences (Adam topic could be brought up and thus foreshadowed), making them closer. This also has an impact on Yang, which drives her to defend Velvet from Cardin, making friends with Sun, etc

·         Yang would also be more careful about the jokes she makes, trying not to make any racist ones and letting Blake explain her which ones are

·         Just talking in general. Deciding to spend time together when they're free (that does NOT mean they're never with the group)

·         Free time together allows for more talking and deeper topics brought up more naturally (ex: more about Yang's mother, maybe some other insecurities, further deepening her character)

·         Blake realizing Yang is allowing herself to be "weaker" around her, so she supports her a lot

·         They would defend each other in an argument against Weiss for example, and if that isn't the case, whoever wasn't defended would feel hurt and they would have to talk about it (fixing problems and talking out disagreements)

·         LISTENING AND TALKING TO EACH OTHER

·         Knowing small things about each other, for example Yang's secret place when she wants to think, Blake's favourite tea, etc

·         Yang trying to show off her strength, making flirtatious comments that Blake doesn't get and getting embarrassed

·         Yang feeling hurt when Blake spends more time with Sun and seems to be falling in love with her, but not acting on it because she doesn't wanna to get in their way and wants Blake to be happy

·         Blake missing Yang

·         Yang trying to flirt with other girls and Blake feeling strange

·         When talking with Sun, the Yang topic is brought up frequently and Sun realizes and tells Blake she seems special, Blake starts to realize something

·         Blake running away breaks Yang as she had put a lot of trust on her, even allowing herself to be "weak", and she knew about Yang's abandonment issues. Yes it's the same in canon, but it had more buildup and thus is more heartbreaking

·         During Menagerie arc, Yang is brought up often and Blake finally realizes her feelings, while Sun accepts his place as just a friend and supports her all the way (also Yang is his friend too, remember!)

·         From this point on you can drop canon on it just fine

·         BUT ADD THE TALK™! They need to talk about Blake running away. PLEASE.

Conclusion

This is not me saying “Do NOT ship Bumbleby”. Ship whatever the hell you want. I ship things that don’t even make sense. This is me saying “Your ship isn’t as good as you think it is, please stop attacking other shippers for pointing it out, and no, your argument ‘you’re just homophobic’ isn’t always valid”.

I don’t want to talk about bees anymore. Never again. But I probably will, when volume 7 drops. Until then…

Beehaw, I guess.

[coffereadsasoiaf]

I agree with you. If GRRM ever manages to finish the books, he’ll give it more sense. Dany’s story would’ve been great to show that so much power shouldn’t be given to anyone. That while kings and queens can exist, every monarch or ruler should be responsible with the power they have. But instead all they did was shocking the fans and ended up not delivering her arc properly. Anyway, enjoy the books! In my opinion, ACOK is nice but ASOS is more engaging. Just a thought :)

Totally agree anon. I would have been totally on board with an anti-hero arc about her having too much power (because of the dragons) and losing her initial mission to free people from slavery to power for power’s sake. But even though there might have been a couple of “precedents” in her ruling of Mereen, those moments alone were not enough development to tell this arc. They should have worked much harder in both season 7 and 8 to actually have her take actions that would demonstrate she was losing her focus, instead they had her making always the right decision, choosing the welfare of the many over her own goal to get to the IT, listening the her advisers and generally being very balanced overall. And then the narrative punished her for these decisions with loss and unwarranted betrayal and “people not loving her” (despite the fact she had just helped save humanity) and they told us instead of showing us that she was gonna lose it and that this pain was enough to make her burn a city of innocents alive when she had already conquered what she wanted with basically 0 casualties. 

And not only the narrative did not stand on its own, but the “receipts” that D&D then gave in their interviews just proved that they have no idea what they wanted to write (the most disappointing of course being Dany not crying in front of Viserys dying… what the fuck). Which to me is also very clear because after the turn, in the throne scene there’s not even a proper dialogue with Jon about it. For the longest time I was confused as to why didn’t Jon actually ask her “why did you do it when you had already won?” and now I know why: because D&D didn’t know the real reason and they couldn’t have written it, so they had Jon just accept those two delusional sentences she says and then kill her (and this is another thing I hated, the way they had Jon kill her.. not simply by taking out his sword and doing it, but embracing her, kissing her, declaring his love and loyalty to her and doing it when she is in his arms??? why??? there’s no one in the room, just kill her and that’s it! why do you have to create this romantic scenery?? and Drogon not trying to kill Jon.. I mean I better stop cause I could continue forever). I’m sorry for rambling, I have lots of thoughts on the show ending because even though I could see it wasn’t perfect, the last two seasons really drained my love for the story out of me:( the positive thing is that now I’m reading the books :D

About Clash and Storm: I hear all the time that Storm is the best of the series, so I cannot wait!! I know there’s gonna be a lot of really interesting stuff (and that RW… I really REALLY wanna read it even though I know it will break my heart)! And thanks for the massage anon! 💕