#Wilting Rose

[disciple-of-frost]

Glamtober Day 10 - Pirate or Cowboy 🎶

Head: Survival Hat Body: Skyworker's Singlet Hands: False Nails Legs: Casual Halfslops Feet: Peacelover's Longboots Earrings: Emperor's New Earrings Necklace: Emperor's New Necklace Bracelet: Emperor's New Bracelet Rings: The Emperor's New Ring

[onewomancitadel]

The whole thing with Blake/Adam easily could've skirted too close to being 'female character is punished for compassion/punished for loving the Beast' in a deeply cynical way, cynical of the very thematic thrust of Beauty and the Beast that makes it what it is (accompanied by farcical notions of Intimate Partner Violence-equivalencies from poorly truncated versions of BATB), and honestly ending up feeling probably close to genuine victim-blaming! Because that's how those narratives where the female character is punished for 'liking the wrong person' end up feeling. It's not her fault!

I think it easily could've skirted too close - and still possibly could - to conveying the idea that at a sufficient level of torment you can only remain a villain and inevitably put that misery and suffering on everyone else. There are characters who have suffered 'just enough' to be redeemable, and some who've suffered too much.

But I know, say, that some of the crew thinks Adam is Gaston (and Blake is Beauty and Beast at the same time so it makes sense - he can't accept her whole entire being) but I also feel that the wilting rose is representative of how the Beast's curse is depicted in popular media - namely the Disney version - and that this wilting rose curse depicts Blake's conflict of the persona, the false self, the curse that she thinks she is, I enjoy talking about that angle too. The Gaston bit works for the romantic jealousy, certainly.

I particularly enjoy that the wilting rose connects to Ruby in a meaningful way - because then you get that Blake-Ruby linkage, in that the wilting rose curse, once banished, is represented by Ruby's, well, scattering rose. That's probably the only symbolic explanation you really need.

But being that I know Blake/Adam is textually (and Word of God) not some really gross, cynical subversion of BATB that cuts the meaning of the story at the knees means I'm similarly optimistic about the interpretation of Adam in contrast to actual redemption arcs in the story, because if the themes of BATB are realised in their own R/WBY-appropriate celebratory way, it's hard to read a condemnation of other monsters and beasts in the story. BATB was not accidentally chosen as the romance shared by two of the main characters, even if I think that its translation potentially weakened one of my favourite elements of BATB (the personal disgust Beauty feels for Beast is impossible for Blake and Yang), because I think that the themes of this romance are found in other romances in the story - seeing with clear eyes and embracing the lover in their fullness.

So, if the treatment of BATB is not punitive, I expect its monsters and beasts are not treated punitively on the terms of being monsters and beasts.

[quartzstims]

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[justasecretflower]

HIII!! ermm this is my first time requesting something so idk if I'm doing something wrong, but I saw the Ticci Toby dating before he became a proxy can we pretty please have one where we meet him after he became a proxy? Tyyy!!! (You can just ignore this if you're already making something similar or you just don't want to do it) 🤍🖤

Hi chérie! I love this idea hon:)! When requesting creepypasta you put the “🥀” emoji if you wanna request more :). Love you sm!

🥀- Meeting Ticci Toby! Again after dating him before he was a proxy 🤍

Synopsis- you meet ticci Toby in the woods after you haven’t seen him for years. What’s his reaction?

~fluff.

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- seeing the boy you once loved years ago, now a hatchet in his hands with somebody’s blood smeared on his clothes is certainly a tough sight.

- you were out for a walk in the woods expecting it to be quiet, not expecting to see him..

- his eyes would soften, his shoulders slump and letting go of the hatchet as it slipped out of his grasp.

- he scans over your body head to toe, examining the slight changes within you. He soaks up every bit of it.

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The crickets hopped through the thick blades of grass, fireflies popped out occasionally, lighting up a tiny patch of darkness throughout the forest. It was peaceful, just the way I liked it. The peace coddled me and made me feel snug, like I was wrapped in a quilt.

Hearing some footsteps my eyes quickly snap to look where the source of the sound was, my heart thumping and my body tensing with goosebumps decorating my skin. Then I see him, face to face with a man I used to love. That I mourned when he went missing, that I cried millions of raging oceans of tears for. He had changed tremendously. He grew a good couple of inches / a foot on me (depending on how tall u are.) his face got severely scarred, like his face got cut into, and he had blood splattered on his coat, hands, and hatchet that he was carrying. I didn’t know what happened, I don’t even wanna picture it, but the thoughts telling me I knew what happened, and throwing pictures into my head of my Toby taking someone’s life make me slap a hand over my mouth and take a shaky breath in.

His hazel eyes go through a mix of emotion. Anger, confusion, realization, then landing on a softened look of affection, like our memories together are just now hitting him. I can’t speak. Even if I want to. “Y-Y/n..” he whispers my name like a prayer, soft spoken, promising, gentle, honest.

My hand shakily reaches back down. “Toby.” I echo back. My voice almost a fleeting breath, just barely a whisper. He keeps getting closer, and my breathing keeps getting more shallow with every crunch of the fiery leaves under his boots.

We’re just a couple inches to a foot away from each other now. I can see his dark hazel eyes, that I used to look into before kissing him, the messy brown hair I used to thread between my fingertips , the lips I used to laugh into a kiss on, he pulls so many strings on my heart by just looking at me. Like he’s playing a heavenly harp and I’m just standing here, soaking up his presence.

“I m-missed y-you.” And the walls crumble down, the strings break.

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- he stalks you for a bit, deciding to leave small things he found like pinecones and wildflowers at your porch.

- he makes it clear that he’s sending it.

- eventually, he starts giving them to you in person, starting to talk to you more and more.

- you learned about what happened, and what he does. You’re not thrilled, but you can’t stop what you’re feeling.

- whenever he’s with you, he goes back to a time when he didn’t have any blood on his hands, when he looked up to the stars and kissed you under them, when there were fleeting kisses under the covers and comforting snuggles.

- you’re his warmth.

- unlike him, you didn’t change for the worse, And you’re doing amazing in life, which makes him so happy.

- he knows you find his killing distasteful, so whenever he goes out to kill, he comes back and just.. grips onto you, sinking on his knees and mumbling stuff about how he loves you, he missed you, and how much he’s sorry that he ended up like this. Clothes all bloody and dirty, dirt caking his face with somebody’s blood on his hands.

- his love language is touch..WOAH!!

- his hand is always in yours, finger tips to finger tips, nose to nose, forehead to forehead, kissing softly, tight hugs, loving embraces.

- refuses to get you involved with slender. You’re the only thing in his life that doesn’t revolve around killing, the creeps, and gruesome settings, you’re what brings him back to simpler times, he 100% preserves that.

- “Angel” because you saved him yet again in hard times.

- “sunshine” because you’re the only thing that shines in his horribly dark life (corny but true.)

- cares about your safety and gets you like a thousand locks for your doors and windows, even gifted you a hatchet to match his right next to your bed if something happens while he’s gone.

- he doesn’t mess around when it comes to you. No one touches or hurts his angel.

- sometimes he’ll just..come behind you, interlace your fingers and kiss your lips softly, telling you he loves you.

- he’s so little spoon core.

- he lays on your chest, curls his whole body into you.

- you’re his whole world<3…

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[theredheadedace]

Au Where Ruby fell with Jaune in the Everafter

Blake link

????: Stay away from them (crashes into the jabberwalker on Juniper)

Weiss: Is that the Rusted Knight?

Blake: it could be the Withered Rose. Also changed like everyone else

Later

Yang: So I guess the Rusted Knight changed into a little girl

Blake: or she could be the Withered Rose

????: Rusted Knight? Withered Rose? Oh, that’s what they call my parents (takes off helmet to reveal her blonde hair and silver eyes) they call me the little huntress, though my real name is Pyrrha Arc-Rose.

WBY:….

PAR: What

Yang: IM AN AUNTIE

Weiss: Ruby got the Rusted Knight and Jaune got the Withered Rose. Lucky.

Yang: for who?

Weiss: both

Blake: I need to delete some fanfiction

[donniipao]

til death do us part

[crownedinmarigolds]

Half of the full @crownedinmarigolds/@thesixthplaneteer's VTM Canon Tarot deck for Fangfest 2024! We're over halfway there and I'm very happy with the work done! Thank you everyone for liking my stuff and of course thank you to all participants who are giving us the GOOD STUFF. Lets finish off strong! (I'm excited)

[andreaslittlecorner]

Wilt

[least-favorite-hades-kid]

Open... Starter..?

The leaves fall, the chill in the air burns your nose, and its... odd.

Walking in the forest, which only grows darker, you walk upon a girl with dark brown hair- wait.

No.

Thats wrong.

Sorry, must have been your eyes.

The person in front of you is a young boy with teal hair. Not brown. Hes crouched over, its hard to tell whether hes crying or not. You can call out his name, but he wont respond the way you want.

"What... Do you want from me...?"

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[disciple-of-frost]

Here ya go! Max Height Fem Roe. Basically a self insert, I love her.

The urge for some OCs to climb up taller ones like trees.

[disciple-of-frost]

Glamtober Day 9 - Melee 🗡️

Weapon: Deepgold War Scythe Head: The Emperor's New Hat Body: High Steel Mail of Maiming Hands: Metian Gauntlets Legs: Metian Chausses Feet: Metian Sollerets Earrings: The Emperor's New Earrings Necklace: The Emperor's New Necklace Bracelet: The Emperor's New Bracelet Rings: The Emperor's New Ring

[gyossefka]

"To live on" by Min Jeong Seo, 2005.

[cicadatree]

some trinket progress

[unofficialadamtaurus]

A scene from Wilt and Scatter. Not pictured (or the POV): Tai glowering from the window

[miss-mossball]

Kinship

[kyuhu]

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