#She's greeeeat

[emystic-old]

@gravity-wall liked for a Shrine Starter (and got Ayano)

"There's no reason to be vague--it's not as if I will cast judgment." Even if she did place some judgment, to her it's not like it actually would matter or be beneficial to anything she needed to do. Her role was simply to collect. Since the other could clearly see her for she truly was, a shinigami, it was no true reason for her to be ambiguous. In her eyes, she cannot do much about the situation she walked into other than her duties. However, the damage to the soul is the issue she has.

"This spirit though been ruined thoroughly...I can't send it to the Spirit World like that. I simply want to understand how and why." She already had to deal with similar issues elsewhere that were now being investigated. The shinigami rather not have even more unnecessary work.

[rosicheeks]

🤕

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

sigh. I miss when I liked Kiwami

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Charlie: "Dad. I have a... life experience question?"

Lucifer: "!!! MY WHOLE LIFE IS YOURS CHAR-CHAR ASK ME ANYTHING! ANYTHING AT ALLL!!"

Charlie: "Its ah. It's about horns?"

Lucifer: "By golly yes I have those! They're not as big or bent as your mom's and the girth is way smaller on mine, but- My life is so horny! So much experience with the horniness!!!"

Charlie: "...."

Charlie: "Greeeeat dad. Good. Good wording choice right there."

Lucifer: "Isn't is so lovely we get to be horny together!?"

Charlie: (at vaggie) "I can't do this."

Vaggie: "We can't keep buying new beds either. It's this or cut back."

Charlie: "Cut back?"

Charlie: (at lucifer) "Dad- How did you handle, horns, when mixed with.... other... horniness?"

Lucifer: "Oh your mother's and mine didn't get tangled up too often!"

Charlie: "No not other HORNS! The. The other thing!"

Lucifer: "? I'm still banned from using airhorns-"

Vaggie: "Sex, sir. She means sex."

Lucifer: "-OH THAT HORNINESS oh Char-Char why didn't you SAY so? Are they getting stuck? Aww, is your bed okay??"

Charlie: "YES! Yes they are and no our bed is NOT!"

Vaggie: "Beds. Plural. We've been though five."

Lucifer: "This year? Already? Gosh!" (wipes tear) "Young love is so beautiful~"

Vaggie: "This... year, riiiight..."

Charlie: "It's just this month actually-"

Lucifer: "Wait what."

Charlie: "-we've been through a lot lately okay and we're working through it don't ask, but thank HELL you know what I mean! Dad, how did you DEAL with that???"

Lucifer: "Oh that's very simple Char-Char!!!"

Charlie: "YAY-!"

Lucifer: "I didn't!!"

Charlie: "....."

Vaggie: "Sir.... with all due respect.. huh?"

Lucifer: "Well you see-"

(flashback to lilith lifting her short king and pinning him to the wall for smoches, then walking smugly away as lucifer stays hanging here with his horns stuck in the wall, dazed and dangling and grinning about it)

Lucifer: "-horns are so much FUN, aren't they? Such chaos, much thrill." (sighs wistfully) "I miss being horny with your mom, Char-Char... I miss it a lot..."

Lucifer: (pats charlie's elbow) "Anyway- You kids have fun with them!" (strolls off)

Charlie: "...."

Charlie: "... bad."

Vaggie: "Yeah." (sighs) "Need to faint into my arms, sweetie?"

Charlie: "No Vaggie, just this once just let me fall. I could really use the concussion and short term memory loss."

Vaggie: "It, it wasn't that bad-"

(THUD)

Vaggie: "Oh."

[carionto]

It's too big

Part 1 2 3

"How's the Captain holding up?" the overqualified Haespar Kraus asked Trisha, who was just leaving Knoslark's quarters, with a very fine braid he noted.

"Awful, he didn't ask a single thing about sea turtles. It's like I was talkin' to a brick wall, that can knit. I mean I was literally starin' at a wall, but it's like there was nothin' behind me either."

"Well this won't cheer you up then. We need to go on another expedition."

"Already? No way is Ying up and about already, and this" she points an irritated finger at the sign on Knoslark's door, "stupid thing is technically an order from our superior to not do a damn thing."

"Quite. Another technicality is that we will not be leaving the ship for this journey. Remember how the warp jump fried all our quantum gear, as well as numerous sub-systems and left us with one running reactor? That list also includes the internal ship-wide scanners and most monitoring sensors. And the drone controls."

"No way. She can't be serious." Trisha's face began to pale at the realization of what they were about to embark on.

"I'm afraid so."

"TAMEKI!! DO YOU KNOW HOW BIG THIS STUPID SHIP IS! WE'LL BE GOING THROUGH IT FOR WEEKS!"

"Closer to three months. I did the math." Haespar said with a glint of smugness. He loved being right with numbers to back him up. Though it quickly faded as he was also part of this tour of the Radiant Dusk, "At least the turbo-lifts work, so at most we will be a seven hour crawl from everyone else at the furthest nook we have to inspect."

"Woooow, you really know how to cheer a girl up, y'know."

"Even better news then - we can't lift off into space on one reactor in this gravity, AND we don't know if there are any radiation or coolant leaks. Suits on at all times."

"Greeeeat! Now tell me the local aliens are building a giant box around our ship. That way I can be triple packaged."

"Well, they are pelting the ship and trying to get in, but unless they are keeping advanced metallurgy a secret, they won't succeed."

Trisha just rubs her hands over her face before slapping her cheeks: "Right. Okay. Fine. Imma take a nice long bath first. And eat a cake while I talk to Emily about the underground catacombs of Paris. You're NOT invited."

[chuckle] "Hey, I'm just the messenger."

"Well I hate messages, so nyee."

_______________________________

Human ships are big. Seemingly pointlessly so, but there is a reason for everything. Sure, it's not the best reasons, but they're legit.

You need big engines to carry a lot of stuff into space.

You need big power generators to have enough thrust.

You need bigger cargo holds since the generators are taking up too much space.

You need a stronger, thicker hull to keep it all together.

You need more powerful engines now to move all that extra mass.

You need additional lift chutes and corridors to connect all the parts of the ship

You need an army of drones to maintain all of everything.

You need a bigger cargo hold since everything else is taking up the previously allotted space now.

You need...

And it just goes on until somebody finally decides that a 10 kilometer long ship that can transform into a circle is enough engineering for one day. Then you hand it over to a crew of 27 and let them do whatever, you installed a few thousand redundancies and safety features (adding a few hundred thousand meters of wiring, piping and code and a million tons of matter and bumping everything else up a size category in the process, but who's counting) what could go wrong?

Nothing! You're an engineer who thought of everything, not an architect who draws ugly shapes.

So yeah, you try exploring every street and building and attic in your city. Then do it five more times because in space you can just build in every direction. Oh and take notes and pictures of everything, because if you don't, you might miss a loose cable.

And if you happen to be neglectful and try to turn on your star creating power reactors, you might end up with a permanent tan.

Continue->

[pricesprettylittlehousewife]

somethin somethin, Price with a daughter.

this just hit me idk why or how. Kids be nice to your mom and dad-uhmm idk warnings: bad relestionship with kid, worse one with parent, single parent!Price, Daughter!Reader, SLIIIIGHT pricenik bc yes.

issue one: Vaping

"Give it-now."

Price held his hand out to her and she rolled her eyes.

"Why?"

Price gritted hi teeth. Of course his kid would be like him-just trendier and whatnot.

"Just a vape, dad. Not even anything bad."

"Just a vape?! Girl, it's nic-"

"Oh i don't care, Dad! Ugh, your just like Miss Jensen!"

Miss Jensen-her teacher? So she's been talked to before-and unnotified? ...Sketchy.

"Darling, please. Your far too young to be hitting that-your only fifteen, Love!"

"Dont pet name me, I ain't your dead wife!"

and she walked away. Taking her bag and the fucking vape with her.

"Fucking god, I hate him..."

Issue two: no manners

"Ha ha, noo! C'mon, Sal! He's cute an everythin' but he's older!"

she kept giggling and Price heard teh word "older" and walked into the room, only to find his daughter and some random boy flirting.

"Y/n-"

"Oh greeeeat, your home from work. Hi, John."

"Young lady-"

"Can you leave please? Thank you, ugh."

issue three: Jealousy

"Hey...Sweetie?"

"What now, Price?"

"...Do you...wanna go shopping?"

"So you want to spend time with me now? Pfft, fuck off, John."

"...just thought i'd ask before i went out tonight with Nik-"

"Your boyfirend? So Pizza for dinner again? Jeez, John...and you think I'd call you dad. HA!"

she got up, pushed past him and walked away.

Price siged and ran a hand through his hair.

"...This is all my fault."

issue four: Pettiness

"...So you Nik?"

Nikolai nodded.

"Da-err, yes."

"...Nice to meet you, I'll be in my room, dont come in."

"Y/n. Behave, please."

"Why? You brought him home to shag him, no? So i'll be in my room to let you. Headphones on and everything, bye."

"...is she always like this?"

"yes...ever since her mom died."

"how did he die?"

"...did it herself. Overdose...I was off with you and one four one on an Op."

"..."

"i get a call later that night, "Mom's dead, left a letter explaining why and your the fucking reason, Dad!" ...thats what she said."

"I'm sure-"

"My wife was petty in every way known to mankind."

"...Ahh."

idk what this was like i said before. I just wanted to make an oc for price, like his daughter but couldnt so i turned this into an x reader. your welcome.

[becomingkatie]

Y'all. I knew I was going to spend most of yesterday at the airport, but hoooo boy that was one sucky travel day!

I booked the "mystery car" with avis because it was the cheapest option, and it was an EV and I had no experience with those. I knew I'd need to charge it before taking it back, but since I didn't know how long it would take, I basically boogied out of the hotel and went straight to a charging station. I had to google where the port was, how to open it, and how to use the charger. But I got it taken care of. Ten bucks and one hour later, I was sufficiently charged to get to the rental car return with more than the requisite 70% charge remaining when I returned it.

So I wound up at the airport at 9:30am for a 3:50pm flight.

All right. Figured I'd grab breakfast, settle in somewhere and read or write for the rest of the morning. Over breakfast, I got a text that my flight was delayed two hours. Greeeeat. But there was a 1:55pm flight I could try to get on the standby list for. Okay! Cool! I've never done that, but how hard could it be?

The app didn't have the option to get on the standby list. It said to talk to an agent. But there wasn't a gate assigned to that flight yet. I ended up waiting at one gate until its flight had completely boarded and the gate agent was available, but then she got REAL huffy and said gate agents only work the flight listed at that gate, so I had to call the "agent on demand" line. That was totally fine, but her tone made me feel so small and by the time I was on the phone with an agent I was next to tears.

The agent on the phone got me on the standby list, except in the app it still only had information about my original flight and I didn't get a text or email, so... I was like, okay, 50% chance I'm actually on the standby list for this flight. But at least I have a seat on my original flight. And when the gate opens for this flight I'll ask them. The agent on the phone said, "I put you on the list, but I'm not going to check you in for this flight because it will remove you from your original flight, which we don't want, since there's no guarantee you'll get a spot on this one." All right, cool, fine. I'm stressed but it's fine.

And then a gate was assigned for that flight and I went there, and my name was not on the standby list when it showed on the screen. But then my app updated and only listed that flight, not my original flight. And it said "ready to check in" but I didn't check in because the agent on the phone had scared me about that. No agents arrived at the gate until literally 10 minutes before boarding was supposed to start. I was first in line to ask if I was on the flight, and he said no you're not on the standby list but you do still have a seat on your original flight. Which, fine, but my app is only showing the info for the standby flight and not my original flight.

I chanced it and checked in again on the app for the standby flight, and then everything was good. It put me on the standby list for real this time but still showed my confirmed flight for later. Woohoo!

But then minutes before boarding the standby flight got delayed until even later than my original flight.

Each flight got delayed another time, but the standby flight stayed later. I got a text saying congrats, you got a seat! And then I was like uh no I don't want the seat on the later flight, I want to stay on my original flight. I was not the only person at the gate making sure I could keep my original flight.

Anyway, it worked out. I got home at 1am instead of 9pm but we made it. I ate chick-fil-a twice in the airport. And I learned how to charge an electric car and how to get on the standby list for a flight. Working from home in pajamas today, though.

[radama-zard]

Dungeons & Drabbles 2023

Day 11 - Scratch

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FCG & Anni - Krook House Crew - ModernHuman AU

Fuuuuck.

Okay.

So maybe she’d taken this all a bit too far.

Anni knew well that a prideful fuck, especially one liquored up to the eyeballs, was not the wisest target for her to mouth off to. Had she been thinking a little straighter, perhaps she wouldn't have said a word.

But shitty ass tequila had been flowing through her veins, liquid courage drowning out her better sense as Anni had called out the bastard on his amature castration of Sex Pistols’ Anarchy in the UK. The deteething of such an iconic banger just demanded her scatching criticism, to which the fucker had decided deserved a KNIFE TO THE THIGH in fucking response!

At least she’d gotten to pulverize his nose in return before the two of them had been tossed to the streets, without so much as a napkin to stem the bleeding! Shitty ass dive bar, she hoped it burned to god damned ashes.

So here she stood, having limped her way back home, wincing as she stood in her doorway, trying to jam her keys into the teeny ass, janky lock, when all of a sudden the door swung open, revealing the frantic, panicked form of Fresh Cut Grass.

“Heeeey, Shortstac-”

“Please tell me that’s not your blood stainin’ your jeans, Anni.”

���It’s, uhhh… Just a scratch?”

Anni shrugged, failing miserably to appear casual under her roommate’s withering gaze. His earlier panic was slowly quelling, suppressed by an ever growing sense of frustration tinged exasperation. Yeeesh, she felt a lecture coming on.

Greeeeat.

“Monty Python you ain’t,” Fresh Cut Grass replied dryly, their eyes narrowing as he wheeled himself back and outta the way, giving Anni ample space to hobble on inside around their wheelchair. “Bathroom floor. Now."

He didn't so much as blink in the face of Anni flipping them off, staring down her bleeding, swaying ass, watching as she crumpled beneath the weight of his gaze. Perhaps once upon a time, back in high school, he would have dropped it, wincing and quietly running off to tattle to Ashton and Milo to fix this, not wanting to rock the boat or upset the usually prickly woman.

That was then though.

This was now.

And Fresh Cut Grass wasn't beyond just scooping her up into their lap, hissing and biting like the feral cat she often portrayed, and wheeling her drunk ass there himself!

A fact that Anni knew all too well at this point.

Thus she sighed, harsh and heavy, before dragging her ass as directed, before flopping to the bathroom floor with a heavy thunk, though not before she’d wincingly shimmied out of her now blood soaked jeans.

Ugh, that’d be a bitch to deal with in the morning…

“Between you ‘n Ash, I feel like I oughta be an expert in flesh stitchin’ by now, ya know?” Fresh Cut Grass hummed as they came into view, setting down the trusty old tool box they’d converted into one of many home first aid kits. In this household, just one didn't really, well, suffice.

Carefully he dropped himself to the floor, scooting over on their ass, coming to a stop in front of the ever familiar face of a grouchy, boozed up Anni.

“Ain’t that bad….” She muttered, looking anywhere but him.

“I may have glasses thicker than your common sense, but I ain’t blind, Anni. I know a stab wound when I see one! Please tell me the blade was at least clean? No rust? Or any other bodily fluids you could see?”

“... No rust. Bitch was clean when I yanked it outta my thigh. Fuck if I know how clean it was going in though.”

“At least we shouldn't have to worry about tetanus… You’re still getting a shot after this though.”

“Fuck you!”

“I love ya too, Grumpy Pants~”

Oh how she huffed and grunted, a disgruntled mess as Fresh Cut Grass worked diligently over her wound, cleaning and disinfecting the nasty gash, fingers gliding over and upon it with tender, steady care.

“It’s not too bad. The cut was pretty clean and didn't sink real deep. I think we can stay outta the ER with this one.”

“Thank fuck.”

“Still gonna have to stitch you up though. Sorry…”

“Figured that’d happen.” Anni shrugged, leaning back against the cool tiled wall. “Not the first time, and probably won't be the last. Least you don't throw up afterwards like Milo does.”

“They ain’t the best with open wounds…”

“Understatement of the shittin’ century!” She laughed, the sound weak and boarding on wheezy. “Anyway. Stitch me up so my ass can pass out. Today’s been a bitch and I want it over with before Ashton gets home and bitches at me about pickin’ fights about my weight class again. The hypocritical fuck…”

“Honestly, the two of ya are like two battered peas in a pod!”

Oh how she rolled her eyes, so disdainfully dramatic that Fresh Cut Grass couldn't help but laugh.

“Okay, okay! I’m gettin’ to it. Got something to bite on ta? The neighbors weren't all too kind the last time they heard ya hollerin’...”

One more flick of her middle finger, and Anni was tugging off her jacket, shoving the thick, well worn leather into her mouth. There was a grimace in turn from Fresh Cut Grass, yet they didn't say a word, instead choosing to focus on the task at hand.

As always, it was the first stab that stung like a bitch.

Fuck, the whole thing was straight up miserable, only made better by the gentle, sweet mummerings of their companion, his words a steady stream of assurances and praises, letting her know just how well she was doing.

Out loud she’d never admit it, but by gods did it help.

“There! All patched up!”

Anni blinked blearily, looking down to see her thigh not only stitched up, but appropriately redisinfedted and wrapped. She couldn't help but let out a breath, exhausted and tinged with deep relief, as she let herself fall forward, caught assuredly by Fresh Cut Grass’ waiting arms.

“... Thanks, Grass,” she whispered, words muffled by the sunshiny yellows of his favorite sweater.

“Don't mention it, ‘Ni! I’m just glad you're okay…”

A comfortable silence fell between them, as familiar as the exhausted embrace they shared under the flickering lights of the Krook House bathroom.

“... You’re still gonna need that tetanus shot though.”

“Fuuuuuuuck!”

[countlessrealities]

F, M, K - the Vs for Vaggie and Alastor

Screw, Marry, Kill || Accepting !

Vaggie groans. For real? Is this the same person who asked last time? Probably. I mean, there can't be multiple people who want to know what they would or wouldn't do with the Unholy Vapid-ity.

At least she hopes.

"Fuck Velvette, because...duh. She's the only one with the parts I like," she replies, making sure that the distaste and vexation are well audible in her tone.

Velvette is objectively attractive, she can admit that. She doesn't totally hate her personality either...if it wasn't for the fact that she acts like a spoiled rich brat half of the time.

"Kill Valentino, of course, because that's never not going to happen."

That's a hill she's going to die on. She could stand the other two, if she had to, but Valentino? Oh no, he doesn't get a pass with her. No matter the circumstances.

"Which leaves..."

Lord, this is weird. She has said that she would adopt him in the previous ask and now she has to pick that for him.

"...Ugh. Marry Vox, I guess." A heavy sigh leaves her lips. "Alright, Al, your turn."

Only silence answers her.

"Alastor?"

She turns to look at where her companion is supposed to be, just in the to see the shadows starting to engulf the Radio Demon's figure.

"Oh, you don't!" Vaggie exclaims, grabbing him by the arm. "No fucking creepy voodoo exit shit! What was that you said to me, last time? It's just a game!" An eyeroll. "C'mon, answer and let's get this over."

Alastor's smile is tense and tight as he stares at Vaggie, contemplating whether or not he should comply or just shake her off. However, knowing the former Exorcist, if he were to choose the latter option, she would haunt him and hound him till he answers that demented question.

"........I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔F̵̜̜͎͉̯̜̓͂ I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔ Ŗ̷͇̙̰̭̪̟̺̲̜̹͔̎̍́ͅȨ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏L̷͖͈̓͌̎̉͒͗͂̓̌̚͝L̷͖͈̓͌̎̉͒͗͂̓̌̚͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅ M̶̧͚̪͉̯̜̰͎̘̀͋̇̀͗̍́͆̑̏͂̿̊̚U̴̡̢̱̳̳͓̗͔̮̔͜͜͜Ś̸͙̺̥̰̯͙̭͆̏͂T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕."

The static lingers in the air, thick and threatening. Vaggie can feel it biting at her skin, but she grits her teeth and stands her ground, glaring with her arms crossed.

"Kill the whoremonger...We can easily agree on that," the Radio Demon starts, his voice a little too tight to be nonchalant. "As for the other two utterly unpleasant options..."

His voice trails off, claws tapping over his microphone with perhaps a bit too much energy. Had it been made of a less resilient material, he would have stabbed holes into it.

"I suppose that Vox is the...If I had to pick one of them to touch me, he'd be the lesser evil."

His stomach churns as he speaks...even if not as much as he would have expected it to.

"...Marry Velvette and never consume said marriage and..." He looks almost pained for a moment as he takes a breath in before finishing the sentence. "...copulate with Vox."

The silence stretches on awkwardly until Vaggie clears her throat.

"Uh, yeah, greeeeat, alright. That's it. Fuck off, people. The show is over."

{ @holoharbinger - I think Vox needs to see this xD }

[kob131]

Found an absolutely vile and twisted interpretation of the newest episode. How in God's name do these people actually believe this shit. www(.)reddit(.)com/r/RWBYcritics/comments/12nmww4/comment/jgfb0qb/

Okay, I know the subreddit is real circlejerky but it can't be that ba-

Being one of the critics who absolutely adored seeing Ruby get straight-up obliterated by Ironwood and Ozpin-

... Greeeeat.

"Well, what's the problem with enjoying seeing Ruby taken down? You enjoy it when Raven is taken down a notch!"

Yeah, but I don't carry a consistent vendetta against the show for portraying her as sympathetic. People who took Oz and James' sides like this often do hold a grudge against the show for it. So naturally, you're gonna be biased towards misrepresenting the show. Not helping is this later line-

RWBY's team doesn't care. They might as well be on vacation down here, with Weiss being the comic relief and Blake/Yang itching to hop in bed with each other. And it started to really amp up in Episode 8.

Yeah, why would I think you're at all trustworthy when you take Yang, who has been consistently worried about her sister, as just 'Blake arm candy' because a couple of tender moments and ONE scene? Let alone Weiss, who has cried TWICE at the fall of Atlas, being treated as just 'comic relief'?

No one cares about Ruby. Not a lot, anyway, and nowhere near the amount Ruby cares about them. And the way we can tell this is how they react when other people go through very similar situations. When Ruby is at her lowest, barely anyone notices or cares, to the point where Yang even kneels down next to her when it's impossible to ignore and might as well have told her to shut the fuck up.

"That's how Ironwood thought. You don't mean that." A total dismissal of everything Ruby is feeling.

Behold, the face of dismissal.

In fact, let's see what the conversation was about.

Weiss: We've risked their home to save the Relic... And we failed.

Blake: Getting everyone out has to count for something.

Ruby: (angrily) What good is saving anybody if Salem just destroys the world anyway...

Yang places her arms on her sister's shoulder and leans in.

Yang: That's how Ironwood thought... you don't mean that.

Hm...sounds more like Yang was reassuring Ruby about something she was feeling jaded about. But hey, I'm sure OP won't make this same mistake twice, right?

Meanwhile, when Yang was throwing a fit in V5, Weiss marched on out there, sat down, and had one of the only honest heart-to-heart conversations between the four girls in the entire series. The other one was when Yang noticed Blake was stressing herself out entirely on her own(wisdom that would imply she'd be able to tell when her sister was sad.) Yang can tell when someone is sad. Weiss can tell when someone is sad. Jaune could tell when Ruby was down too in V4, even if it wasn't a full conversation. And yet, even in the OP, the rest of Ruby's team is skipping along while Ruby grows more and more morose with no one noticing or caring. The writers knew that, but it's not the reason you're supposed to feel bad for Ruby.

You know, because Badge and the Burden doesn't exist.

Also, Weiss noticed Yang was sad because she EXPLODED, Yang noticed Blake because she was self isolating and Jaune was literally TOLD by Ruby. Not like, say, a single comment in the middle of nowhere with obvious stress. Or that you completely fucked up in understanding Yang's fucking point.

They almost cared enough to notice that Ruby was feeling down before the Paper Pleaser village was destroyed... but they sure were quick to not only run to Jaune's side, but even ask Ruby for words of encouragement. Because they care about Jaune. Not Ruby.

Or that he was screaming his head off and being far more open about his pain. You know, context.

And when Ruby has her breakdown, while Yang practically growls at Ruby for daring to raise her voice and steps in between her and Blake(what Yang actually cares about), they're more than willing to listen to Jaune's whining. Nobody moves between Jaune and Ruby when he's shouting at her, though.

Ruby is her sister. Also mind showing that 'growling' because you've already demonstrated you didn't pay attention so it's far more logical to assume you misinterpreted the scene.

Also gotta love that Jaune going through THE EXACT SAME SHIT as Ruby is treated 'whining' but Ruby is portrayed sympathetically. Despite them both doing the same shit. Almost like you're trying to sell a narrative or something, hm.

Can you fucking imagine? Ruby's was ranting about positivity and getting snippy about being ignored. She was getting an attitude, and Yang moves to protect Blake. Jaune is actually aggressive in action and tone directed squarely at Ruby with the intent to hurt, Ruby is in tears, and what happens? Concerned, Weiss walks up and calls for JAUNE?. They look heartbroken to hear Jaune's sadness. They're only shocked when Ruby leaves.

She was lashing out at Blake for trying to cheer her up. And Ruby WAS being aggressive. Did you think her comments weren't specifically chosen to HURT everyone? That throwing Weiss' attempts to return back in her face? That attacking Blake for trying to stay positive isn't supposed to be AGGRESSIVE?

SOunds less like you're sympathizing with Ruby and more like you're using her to attack the show. Otherwise you WOULD understand that she is being just AS aggressive as Jaune.

Also-

Look how little they care. As if the shock isn't from how WRONG it is to hear Ruby of all people say this.

In fact, next episode, Yang is pissed that Ruby has left. She is so offended that Ruby would even have the nerve to do so, that without anyone else saying a word she can't help but shout it out and go so far as to say that Ruby could've talked to them when Yang was the one that told Ruby to her face that she doesn't even think what she says she thinks.

Not what that meant but keep providing proof that you're either blind or stupid.

Ruby is bruised and bloodied, and this should be the worst condition her team has ever seen her in(after all, it's the worst condition we've seen her in). And they just... watch.

Gee, what happened to that ability to recongize shock? You were just soooo capable of it before.

Same faces. Same body language. Yet two completely different takes.

Again, almost like you're selling a narrative and can't let pesky things like consistency and the truth get in your way, eh?

Now there's a lot of things wrong with this scene, but let me put it this way:

Hey everyone! The guy who has repeatedly made a fool of himself being incapable of seeing BASIC BODY LANGUAGE, to the point an AUTIST managed to exceed him.

Do you think, by chance, that when Ruby was making direct eye contact with the rest of her team and giving them all the time in the world to stop her, she remembered Blake's reaction when Yang fell into the abyss? Maybe remembered that when Blake was in the same position Ruby was now, wounded, beaten and with the culprit standing over her, that Yang was so quick to act that she lost an arm in the process? Do you think that, in some way, she recognized what it meant when they weren't even willing to lift a finger?

Nope.

Because I have BEEN in Ruby's shoes before and that is NOT what that look meant. That was Ruby saying goodbye, sorry she was going to hurt them but unable to see another way out.

Also-

But okay, sure, it's not the first time the main characters have gotten stunlocked and let something happen they in no way should have. Hell, even one of the examples had Ruby and Weiss stunlocked watching Yang go tumbling off a bridge that looked so bad that they later retconned it to have Ruby hyperventilating and freaking out as if the audience forgot.

I mean, look how well Ruby is taking it!

But also- doesn't this basically KILL your whole shitstorm? Since it's established pattern that the team tends to let shock overwhlem them? Where's Ruby's condemnation for not saying her sister eh?

Oh wait, that's not useful for you. Drat!

There's always the next episode. That'll show their real reactions, since it got cut off by Neo getting dominated by the Curious Cat. You know, as if Ruby's death was nothing more than a footnote, even to the plot at large. But who's judging.

The liar who pretends he cares while ignoring her actual feelings and character?

So basically no one worth considering, fair.

And also-

Just look at how little they react to Ruby. How heartless! Espcially that vindictive and cruel Yang. Look how much joy she takes in her sister's demise.

Jaune: (points Crocea Mors sword at the Cat) Take us to her…

Look how little Jaune cares! How heartless!

But not nearly as much as Yang. Look at how she selfishly tries to protect Blake while ignoring her sister!

... So did I say enough stupid bullshit to get my cock sucked by the subreddit yet?

So, funnily enough, seeing the team with the absence of Ruby is what really created this topic. It showed their 'true self'. And it showed that Team JWBY are just... the worst fucking people imaginable. Because what do they do? Cope. Excuse themselves. Get in a big ol' happy hug(that Ruby didn't get) and assure themselves that hey, it was just a little whoopsie, they're still good. Because that's what matters, right?

Because you were so observant before that my auto correct literally tried inserting 'oblivious' into this sentence.

Even my computer knows you're bullshit.

Being correct. Being "good." That's what really matters to them. We already know that about Yang("So what [that people are going to die because of us]? We give Ironwood what he wants?") but it's different to see the entire group acting that way when their leader has killed herself. Now, I'm very particular when I say that: I'm not pretending to follow RWBY's rules and terminology and call it "ascension" which is how JWBY rationalizes their actions, because it's not. It is ascension in the same way death is reincarnation. You still die. You, the ego, the person, the memories, die.

Even in their justifications about how Ruby can still be alright, it is still in the context of Ruby more than likely not coming back the same person because Ruby didn't want to come back as the same person because she did it to die. It, once again, feels a lot more like they're hardcore coping and trying to come up with reasons why this isn't their fault or shouldn't question themselves. Even though—and I know this sort of language is dangerous when dealing with this particular subject—in this case, it absolutely is their fault for not giving her even a fraction of the care they give each other.

Yang: So what, we should just give Ironwood what he wants? Abandon Mantle? You think Atlas is still gonna be able to float to safety now that she’s here?

You know, this is sadistically hilarious.

The 'so what' part of Yang's comment was dismissing the idea that James' idea was better, not the deaths of people. Made clear through her rhetorical question of 'abandon mantle?' which was a summation of James' plan.

You either cannot understand communication so much that it would logically make YOU incoherent...or you willfully ignored that and misrepresented Yang's point. And consider how you've focused on Yang, already showing that you were misrepresenting what she meant. Or how you focused on Bumbleby and Blake saving Yang. Or how you called Yang's outburst 'throwing a fit'.

Pattern of behavior- You are TRYING to make Yang look as bad as possible. Because once is an accident. Twice is questionable. Four times is confirmation.

And also-

Ruby: Neo’s here too.

Yang: Hey, are you alright?

Ruby doesn’t immediately answer.

Ruby: She attacked me when we were falling.

-

Blake: I've read so many stories. I never thought... (takes a seat on a nearby log)... I'd be the moral of one.

Ruby, still looking down at Penny's sword in her hands, takes a seat next to Blake. Her teammates look at her in concern.

Yang: Ruby?

-

The scene you REFERENCED.

How many times does Yang have to show concern for Ruby before you accept it as fact?

How many?

Let me guess. 'X+1' right?

And as a result, handwaving it as "her choice"? That smacks an awful lot like blaming Ruby for what happened to her(even if they act like it's a good thing), which under no circumstance is the truth, just so they don't have to think too hard. So they don't have to care too much.

Look how little she cares...

Also- how is it blaming her? There is no saying she's at fault or anything of the sort- just that only RUBY can help her.

Just like how Yang could only help herself before her father could help her. Almost like this is a recurring theme or something...

But Jaune needs that hug. He needs that care. He needs that gratification. Team RWBY's big sappy group hug... with a J instead of an R. Their personal pity party. They did good. They're good people. They care for each other soooo much.

You know, considering how you've acted up until now-

What would stop you from just claiming they don't care about Jaune if they had tried to reach out to Ruby? You already contradict yourself here. So what is stopping you?

But Jaune needs that hug. He needs that care. He needs that gratification. Team RWBY's big sappy group hug... with a J instead of an R. Their personal pity party. They did good. They're good people. They care for each other soooo much.

Ruby actively pushed away and ignored any concern shown to her.

If you actually sympathized with her, you would call her out on that. Because she was hurting herself in her pain.

Sprinkle in a little of Yang being perhaps the only person Neo's "turn into a loved one" trick(used by CC now) completely and utterly failed to work on when she used Ruby, alongside a heaping helping of the constantly conflicting tones of V9, and the dish is complete. Then you look back at, say, V3 with Ruby telling Yang that she loved her even after being thoroughly rejected in her attempts to help her feel better. Or how in V5, Ruby's first words to Yang were a tearful apology.

Or Volume 9, Episode 1. Where Yang was crying at the thought that her sister DIED.

Also-

Not only is that NOT Neo's trick since she would do it in response to Yang attacking her by transforming herself into the ACTUAL Ruby, but the Cat's actual trick (to dig into Yang's fear of losing her sister) WORKED, diverting Yang's attention to the obvious Fake Rubys and not her actual opponent.

It hits a very specific chord. The kind like seeing a child alone at a birthday party, or one who is clearly neglected yet still seeks their parent's affection. The puppy left in the rain. The man or woman drinking alone. The clear outsider in a group, who the others talk about behind their back. It's not what you can see, it's what you can't: the implication that someone genuinely cares about other people, but those people don't care about(or even like) them in turn.

Or like the person who says they sympathize with a person's pain while having laughed and delighted while they were in pain, only to pretend to hurt someone else.

No wait, that's significantly worse. You're lucky these are fictional characters.

Ruby's Volume is a story about a girl with a lot of problems falling into a deep depression, calling out for attention only to be rebuked time and time again, and when she makes her final, explicit cry for help, is rejected, then screamed at by a friend her other friends clearly care so much more about. All culminating in that depressed teenage girl killing herself, and then us, the viewer, getting to watch as the only thing her 'friends' care about is how they can spin this to them still being good people and being ever so happy to hug one another.

Not what that was about by the way. It was about the catharsis of knowing their efforts meant something. Ruby wasn't mentioned.

But nice job shitting your pants in public.

It's just so... fucked up. I don't really care about the show that much anymore, despite what the, like, 2k words might say: I've long since written it off as garbage, and this recent episode has only reassured me that once again you can try to predict what happens next based off of what the worst option reasonably possible could be. Yet even then, I can't help but feel bad for Ruby if I think too hard about it. Not because she's sad over her screw-ups or because she doesn't want to be a hero or because she thinks she's failed at everything, but because it's readily apparent that her friends and family could care less about any of that. I feel bad for Ruby because she is completely isolated.

Oh hey, you went so stupid that you looped around to getting the fucking point.

Too bad the whole post basically showcases that this was by accident.

Also, your 2000+ post could have been boiled down to four words (Yang and Jaune bad) and it would have been better.

And I can only imagine what I might've thought, were I in a similar position and watching this Volume. What anyone in Ruby's position might think. The position of depression and subconsciously(even consciously) calling out for help, only to find that their friends and family they love so much are more interested in everyone but them. "What about you," indeed.

Been there, would have attacked you if you tried something like that.

It's easy to prop up a message about how "ooooh you're perfect the way you are, ignore the haters, any criticism is tantamount to telling you to kill yourself and makes them evil," but that can't work for everyone.

Which is why you posted this in the 'RWBY bad' subreddit and not say, the main one where you would have gotten criticism.

Practicing what you preach? What dat?

I'd certainly hate to be in a position to really identify with Ruby, because what RWBY the show would be telling me is... yep! You're right! Your friends wouldn't give a flying hoot if you died: they'll be happy and hugging and looking silly even minutes after your demise. They won't be mad at your killer, they won't be sad they could've stopped it either(not for long anyway), but they will be perfectly fine showing off how much they do care for people that matter, and hint: you're not one of them :)

"I'll also lie about them and reinforce your pain while I delight in your suffering! Look how empathetic I am!"

How disgusting.

Oh cool, you finally found a mirror.

Because this IS disgusting. Like, this is the same shit people pull with Shane and his letter. No one cares about him or his pain and grief- they only cared that they could use him as a bludgeon. The only credit that can be given to you is that Ruby is fictional.

Still repulsive.

[mermaidsirennikita]

Please do give us all your underrated romcom recs!!

For sure! Here are some I remember right now.

Ibiza--a Netflix movie, half "female friendship celebration", half romcom, the source of my URL. About an overworked uptight marketing girl (lmao...... real) who goes on business trip to Barcelona; her two best friends tag along and convince her to go to a club, where she has a chance encounter with celebrity DJ Leo West (Richard Madden at his best), after which she becomes convinced to follow him to his next show in Ibiza so they can hook up before her business meeting back in Barcelona. Unhinged, sexy, hilarious, everything people say Bridesmaids is, I love everyone in this movie and somehow none of the women are ever in true peril which is fabulous. Will leave you wanting to fall in love in a club/do something insane with your friends. Encapsulates the feelings of life changing travel better than anything.

Laggies--coming of age romantic comedy with some REEEEAL hits for MILLENNIAL MALLAISE, imo. Keira Knightley dips after freaking out when her boyfriend proposes; she has no life direction and ends up crashing with this teenage girl she just met. Teen girl's lawyer single dad (Sam Rockwell, sooooo sexy for some reason) quickly susses out that Keira is not a fellow teen but lets her stay anyway because she's got good vibes, his daughter clearly is desperate for a maternal figure of some sort, and he wants to bang Keira. Has a GREEEEAT impetuous makeout where he grabs her and she has to be like "I don't think you should fingerbang me in the street".

Down with Love--an early 2000s romcom satire starring Ewan MacGregor and Renee Zellweger at the height of their powers (fact: this movie is the sexiest I've ever found Ewan, as he's generally hit or miss for me). Honestly one of the smartest movies I've ever seen? Satirizes the Doris Day/Rock Hudson sex comedies of the 60s in this hyper-vibrant, gorgeous 1960s New York (the costumes and set design are insane). Puts Catcher Block, the slutty man reporter, in this Battle of the Sexes deal with Barbara Novak, the author of a huge hit book that basically tells women say down with love and prioritize their own pleasures (including sex), during which Barbara trashes Catcher specifically. The plot is iNSANE, I can't even really get into it. But there's also a genuine love story? If you like watching a slutty man get completely Stockholm Syndromed into falling for a crazy woman, this is it. Also, Sarah Paulson and David Hyde Pierce, literal gay icons, play the best friends who also fall in love.

Mrs. Winterbourne. Another fucking bonkers movie that has a bit of drama but also sexy uptight lusting-after-his-brother's-widow-but-not-really Brendan Fraser. This girl, who we're supposed to think is 18 but it's Ricki Lake and she's not, gets abandoned by her boyfriend after she gets pregnant. She ends up on a train with this nice couple, including a woman who's just as pregnant as she is. She admires the woman's wedding ring and the lady is like omg try it on because she's nice and also weird, and then THE TRAIN CRASHES. Our heroine wakes up and she's had her baby and the baby is fine but the nice couple is DEAD and she was wearing the ring and was pregnant so everyone thinks SHEEEE is Mrs. Winterborne. The dead guy's rich family never met his wife, so they welcome her and her baby with open arms and she kinda has to go with it? Anyway, Brendan is the dead guy's IDENTICAL TWIN (which means he was also the dead guy) and he immediately is like "this bitch is lying" but he's also falling for her against his own will??? Truly this movie is reverse Gorilla Twins.

Blast from the Past--another Brendan Fraser movie you kinda have to see to believe. Basically, Sissy Spacek and Christopher Walken are a couple in the early 60s and Walken is a scientist who believes the earth is going to devolve into a nuclear armageddon, so he's built this bunker for him and his pregnant wife underground. He thinks nuclear war has begun, and rushes underground with said wife, and their son is born and raised into this perfectly preserved 1962 world. He's Brendan. Anyway, 30+ years later, he surfaces into the real world as 90s era Brendan Fraser, which means, hot, and is completely naive and gets led around by jaded girl Alicia Silverstone, who falls in love with him and wants to take his virginity REAL BAD.

My Fake Boyfriend. A truly wacky little gay romcom about Keiynan Londsale creating this ideal fake dating profile and his best friend living vicariously through it, which becomes complicated when Keiynan meets a guy he actually wants to be with.

Fire Island. I don't know how underrated this is? Maybe at large. Anyway, it's just a really fun modern queer Pride and Prejudice retelling with multiple super good couples and a greeeat Mr. Darcy.

Bros--I know that Billy Eichner is annoying and went all headass about this... but tbh, though it's not without issues, this is a very fun romcom with a sweet love story at the core that doesn't fuck around with adult issues like questions re: monogamy

Imagine Me and You--again, I don't know how underrated this is, I feel like it's Thee Lesbian Romcom in some circles, and it's imperfect, but I dooo love it. It's one of the few movies that sells love at first sight. It's dated but it's fun. Also. Lena Headey.

Always Be My Maybe--has everything I want; attractive people having sex, drama, childhood friends to "forget my number" to lovers, Keanu Reeves playing hIMSELF. I feel like this got decent recognition, but nowhere near what it deserved. If you haven't seen it, Ali Wong and Randall Park are childhood friends, his mom dies and he becomes super depressed when they're teens, right after they lose their virginities to each other (or she loses it to him? at least one is a virgin and neither knows shit about sex) and then feelings are hurt immediately after and they come back into each other's orbit years later when she's a celerity chef and he's like, her HVAC repairman lol. They rekindle the friendship but there's mooore.

Love, Rosie--I have my quibbles with this one, but I also have a soft spot for it because... childhood friend drama. Sam Claflin and Lily Collins are best friends since literal toddlerhood, he's clearly got feelings for her in high school but she fucks a random on graduation night and gets pregnant and doesn't tell Sam because she doesn't want him to stay behind and help her as he has a scholarship to Harvard med. Sloooow burn with lots of tension and angst and some charming found family vibes.

Palm Springs--again, debatable on how underrated it is because it's very much critically acclaimed, but this movie is never in the conversations Set It Up is waved into and it's actually excellent, so... Cristin Millioti (SHOULD be a romcom queen by RIGHT) is at her sister's wedding and goes off to hook up with random stranger Andy Samberg because she's a messy bitch. After a series of wacky events, she gets sucked into a time loop that Andy has been in for literal years, where they're reliving the same day over and over. A lot of crazy shit happens, hijinks are had, and they fall into (complicated) love. A chaotic favorite.

P.S. I Love You--I feel like this dog has had its day to an extent, but it was actually dragged when it came out, and I remember this because I remember going "why?? It's great". The only Gerard Butler movie worth seeing besides 300, probably, this stars Hilary Swank as a young widow whose husband (said Butler) recently died of a long term illness and left her a letter per month, telling her what to do in the first year after his death. The supporting cast is GREAT (Kathy Bates made me weep), it's both very funny and incredibly sad and uplifting and raw, Hilary fucks Lucky Charms Jeffrey Dean Morgan (the Irish accents in this are Bad but it's much better than Leap Year) and the ending subverts expectations in a great way.

Brown Sugar--This is obviously a very popular movie (MY DIVOOOOORCE) but I don't think it's upheld to the same status as The Best Man franchise and I always see Love & Basketball recommended over it and that seems wrong. Taye Diggs and and Sanaa Lathan play childhood friends who now work in hiphop adjacent industries and struggle with both authenticity and how badly they wanna bone each other. THEN HE GETS ENGAGED. This one is messy, with cheating and hurt feelings and real adult issues, but it also has one of the funniest scenes committed to celluloid so.

Music and Lyrics--a Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore CLASSIC that actually reads like a romance novel onscreen. Hugh Grant is a washed up 80s pop star who wants to land a gig writing a bop for a pop princess, but he can only do the music, not the lyrics. He finds out unexpectedly that the weird chick watering his plants (Drew) is a good little lyricist and they begin working together, which leads to... love. Has a genuinely great grovel, I gotta say.

Just Like Heaven--cheesy, but the spot I have for it is soft (weird). Mark Ruffalo is a sad widower who's moved into a new apartment, only to find out that it is haunted by the GHOOOOST of the woman who was in his apartment beforehand (Reese Witherspoon) (there is a happy ending). It's of AN ERA.

Moonstruck--should not be underrated because Cher won an actual Oscar for it, but many people don't seem to talk about it today? Probably because of the hero, but OVERLOOK THAT. Cher is a widow who's just gotten engaged to this one dude who's Just Fine, and she wants to make sure his brother, one-handed Nicolas Cage, goes to the wedding. Except oops, she ends up fucking him right after they meet because one-handed Nic Cage has the juice, I guess? He gives this big speech, she says he's a wolf, it's great and verrrrrry Eyetalian American.

Faraway--I just saw this and it is PURE. GOLD. A middle-aged wife and mother loses her own mother and finds out her husband is having an emotional affair at the same time. So she goes to this little house in Croatia that her mother secretly owned, without telling ANYONE. Except oops, there is a squatter in the house, and it's a MAAAAN. Funny, sexy, a great example of two attractive middle-aged people who look like attractive middle-aged people falling in love. A real "find yourself at any age", uplifting movie that made my heart so warm.

Austenland--not super underrated, but fun. Keri Russell is a Jane Austen lunatic who goes to an Austen-themed resort and ends up encountering her own Darcy type.... But is he just playing a part??? Jennifer Coolidge is also in this. Being excellent.

[originemesis]

@deathinfeathers xxx

There wasn't much of an edge to the incisors of man's maw, and that much was certain with how the chapped, half parted flesh refused to shred even under the pressure of his teeth tucked into a bottom lip as if enough bite force from milky mandibles could convince him to choke down the sudden wave of appeased grunts trailing after the rigid regimen she'd set with her hips.

No, the teeth of man were not equipped for such easy savagery, a fact that fueled the self conscious effort to match the ripping quality of his words with the mask lying somewhere under the bed where it rolled. What man did have was a type of tactical venom- the reason why his lips split at the seams in various stinging cracks and why the stubble on his chin was now sopped through enough for him to warrant tilting his face inwards to grind his face, sweaty brows and all- into the crook of her wing to mop at the congregation of sluices that could break down matter with the speed of erosion if left to task. All it does against feathers is serve as glue to loose ones, though he either doesn't notice the few gray stragglers stuck to his cheek and jaw as his head pitches back into the pillow- overshoots it and bangs his head some on the back board with a timely "-fuck!' to accompany the chaotic cacophony of sounds replacing those of their usual shred session.

Her amused inquiry is met with the resounding hiss from his misguided head banging attempt wherein the sting of a bashed skull only serves as a reminder that he doesn't have his horns mounted at the moment to account for his usual thoughtlessly bombastic behavior. "I wouldn't go that far-rrrr?!" Interrupted by the pointedly aimed plunge, he stammers- "You're really far up there, babe - maybe chill, like fuck..." But telling someone like her to chill is nothing more than an invitation to press the line drawn until it inevitably pressed back, or his case- until she ground in and simultaneously dismantled the locks on his tense joints until he sank into them and the pace of movement she set as malleable as a jellyfish caught in a current. His calves propped on her shoulders slacken in surrender to the serenade of slaps her hips conduct against the pliable plush at the back of his thighs. Her praise and the simplicity of the sound of intimate engagement he knows well enough illicit a low groan pitched up at the assortment of her taxidermy projects on the bed board...yeah he's keeping his eyes screwed shut now. No more fucking jump scares- not while he's got some miles into the trip to boner town.

"Greeeeat...guess I'm a whore now." A scoff follows, and the gold of eyes eyes peeks up at her through damp lashes as she fussed with his hair. As her knuckles trace along the distinctive pores of humanity's non uniformity, he gifts the dip in the ridges a parting press of lips. His chest rises along the trail her talons trace down his chest, a grimace for her fascination with a nipple and a soft 'ah' when she passes over his ribs. It's the destination of nearly his dick that invites the tension back between his shoulder blades, having hiked himself up into a half sitting position just from the angle with which he's scrunched his flight muscles. It allows his trapped primaries to crack outwards and droop over the sides of the bed at her chirpy request.

"Oh, come on!! Can't you just spit in my mouth or something-" Well, it's a half open target once she picks up the momentum of her thrusts, and it's highly likely the neighbors hear every subsequent squawk he submits in critique to her pounding stamina. The more audible of these sounding similar to "please" and "pound me like one of your tour sluts" and "can you NOT break the bed, fuck you very much-"

[iris-sylvester]

Iris! Guess what.

I'm a spy for you guys now! Now I will never leave your side!

“… greeeeat….”

*She spoke through gritted teeth, a sarcastic tone*

“Don’t you try anything or I swear.”

*pointed her nail and pressed it against duckies neck, a threatening manner*

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Here's a question; can we trust anything that's on this laptop? Yes we had that same argument with Junko but in that case, she pre-recorded it before she died so she had zero reason to lie. Not to mention lying defeats the point of despair. Monaca on the other hand, is still very much alive so she has everything to gain from lying and decieving us.

Well as say, this was Masaru's idea that once we all kill ourselves - people will find this and try to figure out why we did what we did and even some might paint us the victims that got screw over by society...

So Monaca suggested a huge scavenger hunt; the Warriors spread information around Towa City and all you need to do is gather them to get the full story and even information collected!

Also Monaca even told them to place clues and hints towards their most hated place; their childhood homes...

———————————————————————-

Wait so you just want to re-traumatize them? You really do sink low, huh?

———————————————————————-

You may think whatever but Monaca wanted to motivate them to kill all adults by returning them to the place that give them awful memories and maybe pity them as they are broken children like Monaca.

But Monaca also suggest to hide the USBs in their favorite spots in Towa City, pretty much Monaca wants to make this a game and see what you can uncover them all but it might be hard given the other Warriors of Hope are all dead right now.

And even if they are, there's no way they'll ever work with adults - Monaca knows them very well and they even have a password.

———————————————————————-

Then what's the password...?

———————————————————————-

Well... since Monaca doesn't have the file, I guess I'll give them to you...

*the screen turns off and reveals a question and a line*

What is the name of Monaca Towa's birth Mother?

Password - ____________________

Well... have fun searching!

*CLICK!*

...Is that all?

Sadly so and before you ask, this accepts numbers so meaning that it could be a number = letter type of situation...

From what I can tell, it seems Monaca and the Warriors of Hope likely plan this when they kill themselves when they turn into teenagers.

Greeeeat, that means we gotta work with those brats, right?

I think this is giving me more reasons to not have kids.

But even then, we might have to work with them if we want to figure this out.

[eristic-kaleidoscope]

Loss of Life’s Passion - Ch3 Motive Reveal 5 (post 1/2)

8 PM, once again the PA system rang. It was the third night of motive, and judging from the ding of the intercom, everyone was still alive. As this dragged on, the more exhausting it had become. Even if this and the last round had been mildly easier than the face-off of the sisters round, but certainly the easier streak couldn’t hold up for long, right?

“BAD EVENING!! Everybody get up and get over here! Clap clap clap!” She stated this verbally rather than actually clapping. “We have an appointment in the flower garden I’m sure you’ll just looooove~ 15 minutes, make it snappy!”

And suddenly, it was 8:01 PM. Another 8 has come and gone. Those who hadn’t already gathered to the flower garden in preparation for this made their way to the area for the summons, all 13 present and accounted for. Everyone gathered into their usually cliques, awaiting the news from the scientist standing at the front and the little bot doing its best to keep things in order.

“Greeeeat! We’re all here. It’s getting a little boooring now, though, isn’t it? Since no one’s gone yet, I decided to shake some stuff up for the next round, maybe make it a little spicier. But BEFORE THAT!! I’ve got a little vote tally for y’all!! Come take a look!”

An tapped a button on her tablet as the screen shifted from the usual thirteen feeds to a count of the next set of votes.

Ex-partner - 20 Mentor - 16 Default - 1

An snickered softly, apparently some kind of amused at the results.

“It’s amazing how much power buying extra votes can do, huh? Though now it’s going to be harder for you to buy more in future rounds. There’s only so many extra VR runs you can buy til you’re flat broke!!”

An tapped the tablet again.

Ex-partner - 21 Mentor - 16

She clicked her tongue and shook her head.

“Not that it actually would have made a difference here, but defaulting is quite the risk compared to what the actual public opinion was, huh? Well! I think that’s enough information so I’m moving onto the next stuff!! You know what I mean. The punishment, of course!”

An giggled, once again transitioning the screen.

The feed starts blurry, but refocuses itself automatically after a moment. On the screen, a slender blonde man with short, wavy hair stands before a tall but empty set of shelves, cradling an object in his hands. The focus sharpens a little more, revealing the item he's holding to be an antique camera. After fondly gazing at it for a moment, the man kneels to place it in a box near his feet, gently nestling it among what looks like scrap newspaper for a bit of cushioning. Satisfied, he then stands, and exits the room by a door on the edge of the camera's view, box in hand.

The feed cuts to an interior shot of a car, taken from the dashboard looking backwards. It's dark outside, but through the back window, the blonde man can be seen placing the box he just packed into the trunk of the car. There are a few other boxes in the backseat, and from this angle it's just barely possible to make out several more in the trunk. Carefully, so as to avoid damaging the cameras within, the man shuts the trunk and walks out of view. He appears again a moment later, climbing into the driver's seat.

The video dissolves into static briefly, and when it returns, the car is in motion, driving down the street in the dark. The driver's phone sounds, the distinctive noise of a ridesharing app notifying him of a potential passenger. He glances down at his phone to dismiss the notification, and during that brief lapse of attention, something violently strikes the back of his car from the side. The car's interior is thrown into turmoil, boxes flying, as the vehicle rolls over and over, and eventually the feed cuts out entirely.

After a brief moment, a new camera angle replaces it, showing the completely totaled car from above. It's practically bent in half. The trunk was jarred open by the impact, and a magnificent trail of shattered cameras and scattered newspaper covers the road behind the car. In the middle of the wreckage, the blonde man kneels, head in his hands.

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Butch hears shuffling in the grass nearby and his attention snaps up to find Annalise; a big goofy grin stretches across his face at the sight of her.

“M’doin’ greeeeat. Heheh! Hey—y’ever notice how perdy yer flower garden is? I mean, f’course it is but…. w o w.” He giggles, sounding utterly impressed by what he’s observing. He feels fuzzy and tickled on the inside with just about everything at the moment and he doesn’t yet seem to realize the cause is Annalise’s special brownies.

At her question, he tilts his head some in thought, humming. “Mmm, water sounds great actually! My mouth is dryer than th’ Sahara desert right ‘bout now.” He admits, licking his lips anyway with a smile. He could still taste the brownies.

“Oh yeah, I did eat some’a those brownies y’had on th’ counter… figured y’wouldn’t mind. I couldn’t jus’ have one, they were too good!” The cowboy leans into Annalise where she sits next to him, sniffing the air.

“Speakin’ of—y’smell amazin’. Squeaky clean!” He rolls onto his back, lounging his head in her lap now. He doesn’t seem to mind the amount of dirt his clothes are accumulating.

Oh. There he was.

Annalise tiptoes slowly towards the flower bed he was laying down in, trying not to disturb him while he admires the blooms. It's... actually kind of adorable, seeing him like this. Even though he's higher than a kite right now.

"Hey, Butch." She sinks down next to him in the flower bed, not bothered in the slightest at her pants legs getting dirty in the process.

"Are... uh... are you doing okay? Enjoying the flowers?" Her eyes move back and forth like a pendulum as she watches his tail sway from side to side.

"Do you need anything? Some water, or something else to eat?"