#but lately i'm thinking. nah that kinda fuckin sucks

[aceredshirt13]

today on things I ponder while playing rhythm games: I think that when fellow queer people say that so-and-so m/f pairing is "for the gays" what people actually mean is that so-and-so m/f pairing is "competently written and makes you invested in their relationship as human beings, rather than shoehorning in a romance because of the belief that if a man and a woman are in close proximity they are required by law to kiss and/or bang"

so like. perhaps we should stop denigrating m/f relationships as inherently inferior, and instead acknowledge that the problems often seen in m/f relationships in fiction (especially when the romance isn't the main subject of the work) are caused by authorial laziness in favor of the heterosexual hegemonic rule of "boy + girl = sex"

[writers-hq]

WHY IS WRITING IS SO FUCKING HARD?

Ten types of fuckery that stop you from writing the thing:

1. Imposter syndrome

You think you're not good enough or everyone else is better than you and you're just winging it AKA ye olde imposter syndrome bullshit. Yeah nah you're fine. No really, you're exactly where you need to be right now, and you'll keep getting better and better so long as you don't stop. Chances are, if you're filled with doubt about your abilities it means you've actually improved to the point where you can really start to understand what makes good writing. It means you know where you wanna end up and goshdarn it you're gonna get there.

Read this: 4 tips to kick imposter syndrome in the face and also genitals

And also this: How to silence the inner critic

2. Fear of rejection and/or failure

Yeah, us too. It fuckin sucks. BUT. Not all rejections are equal. And rejection is a necessary part of the process. Sometimes it takes a rejection to realise that a story isn't ready. Sometimes a rejection is entirely subjective and has ZERO reflection on the quality of your work. But shying away from the very idea of possibly maybe hypothetically getting rejected is only going to hold you back from even trying. And knowing why you got rejected and how to learn from it is one of the most valuable writing skills.

Read this: The different types of rejection (and how to deal with 'em)

Then read this: How to cope with rejection

And also this: Writing lessons from Groundhog Day

3. Not enough planning / too much planning

Leaping into a new story with nothing but a glimmer of an idea is exciting as heck (and can sometimes be a great way to begin) but at some point you're gonna need some sort of outline or plan to keep you on track. HOWEVER. Planning your story to within an inch of its life can also sometimes be a hindrance - leaving you stuck in the hypothetical stage of the process where your story doesn't quite exist yet (and therefore avoiding the prospect of it sucking). The sweet spot is in the middle. Having just enough of a plan to know where tf you're going, but enough freedom and flexibility to let the story lead the way...

Read this: Planning vs pantsing

Then read this: Five plotting techniques

And also this: The perils of overplanning

4. Your WIP just isn't working

Sometimes things just fall flat. Sometimes you work on the same story for yeeeeears and then it just kinda... dies. Sometimes you have the best plans (see above) and the best intentions and things still don't work out. Sometimes it's just time to move on. And sometimes it's not! Sometimes a story can be revived, fixed or changed. Sometimes you just need time. Sometimes YOU'RE the one that's changed and this isn't the story you need to be writing right now. Many variables. Muchly personal. Read the things below for more advice cos this is a big question:

Read this: What to do when your WIP isn't working

And also this: Give it space - how to grow a story in your head

Or how about this? Editing 101

5. You keep deprioritising it

Ah the irony of writing being the thing you love/want to do most of all AND YET the thing you procrastinate over and avoid and shove to the very bottom of your to-do list all the freakin' time. Maybe it's the comodification of art destroying our freedom to create without pressure. Maybe it's late capitalism sucking up all our available time and energy. Maybe it's a lack of self-belief subconsciously telling us our 'little hobby' doesn't really matter. Maybe it's maybelline. Whatever it is, you have the power to reclaim and revalue your writing. To say, "I'm a fucking writer, goddamnit!" and mean it. To ringfence your creative time so nothing and nobody gets to interrupt it. To do that thing you love.

Read this: Prioritise your writing

Read this: How to write in 30 second bursts

6. Shiny Thing Syndrome

You know that feeling when you're just getting stuck into a writing project and then — SQUIRREL! — you get distracted by another, better, more shiny writing project? Or maybe you're deep in the editing phase and your current WIP just isn't feeling very shiny at all and pretty much ANYTHING seems more exciting? Or you simply can't decide which of the many squirrelly writing ideas to actually start? You, fine writerperson, may be suffering from Shiny Thing Syndrome (STS). But fear not! There are a few ways to combat it, depending on the cause, and most of them involve embracing the squirrel-brain and injecting a bit of fun into your writing, like so:

Read this: Shiny thing syndrome - a writer's malady

Aaaand read this: Get excited about your writing again

And also this: Write like a kid

7. Perfectionism/self-sabotage

Look. Writing is scary as shit. What if someone READS it? What if they don't like it? What if they see into your soul and gain a deeper understanding of you through your words? Writing your truth, being vulnerable, smearing your heart juice all over the page? No thank you. But also, that's where the good shit is, so actually yes please. Just make sure you smear responsibly. And rest assured, even the most 'successful' and experienced writers ALSO feel like this sometimes, so you're in good company. It's just part of the art, bruh.

Read this: Why writing is scary (and why that's a good thing)

Read this: Beginning a story - what stops us starting?

And also this: Get out of your own way

8. The dreaded blank page

Oh godddd the blank page. It should be an exciting palimseset of possibility but is somehow also the most terrifying thing known to humankind. You wanna write something but where to start? HOW to start? You type that first line and immediately delete it. You watch the cursor blinking at you—taunting you—until you just give up and shut your laptop again. It's probably tied up with a bunch of things we've already covered so far: perfectionism, imposter syndrome, fear of failure, maybe a lack of planning or faith in your story or whatever. But it doesn't have to be this way. A blank page IS exciting and full of possibility. We just have to get over ourselves and learn to embrace the unknown...

Read this: Don't fear the blank page

And also this: The moaning method

9. Not enough time/energy/motivation/gnuuuughh

Dude, same x 1000. But you don't have to get up at 5am, do hot yoga, drink a kale smoothie and write a thousand words before sunrise to be a Proper Writer. You don't even have to write every day. But what you can do is hack your writing brain and figure out when, where, how, and why you write most effectively. Then tweak your schedule, your habits, and your attitude to ensure you're making the most of your time. Productivity is a big ol' lie but finding the secret to getting in your own personal writing zone is actual MAGIC.

Read this: Maximise your writing time

And also this: Get in the writing zone

And also unto this: The Writers' HQ Guide to Productivity

10. You're just fucken stuck

Got the writing morbs? In need of some literary sudafed? Stuck as a pig in a poke? Writing is a whole puzzle of a process—and to be honest that's what makes it so fun and exciting and addictive, because your writing brain is hardwired to both create AND solve the wordy puzzles within your story. Sometimes the answer is time. Sometimes it's a second opinion or a fresh eye. Sometimes a totally different approach or just a hefty kick up the bum. But whatever the problem, there IS a solution. You just gotta keep going and trust that you'll find it...

Read this: Troubleshoot your writing - why are you stuck?

And also this: Break through the writing blockage

And also also this: Write yourself into a pit (and then dig your way out again)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alright, that's it for today. Now go write, you flithy animals.

(And if we missed anything, stick a question in our ask box or check out the rest of our shit here)

[buckmecaptain]

Distraction on Halloween

Bucky Barnes is stuck at a Tony Stark Halloween party, annoyed and bored.  What he needs is a little distraction.

Bucky Barnes X OC, Steve Rogers

Mentions of Sam Wilson, Maria Hill, Tony Stark, Sharon Carter

Picture is not mine.  Neither are the MCU characters. 

This was supposed to be a drabble, turned into a one-shot.  Kinda.  I wrote this in an hour, so I’m sure it’s full of mistakes.

WARNINGS:  Blood, Unprotected Sex (Wrap it before you tap it!), Supernatural beings, Alcohol consumption, Naughty words, Smut,  Bucky’s huge dong 

Another holiday, another Stark Party. Bucky huffed and rolled his eyes, annoyed at the mostly-drunk costumed revelers who were networking and jockeying for the best selfie positions.  Leaning an elbow on the bar, he nursed his whiskey and watched the various Avengers scattered around the room.  

He couldn't help but chuckle at Steve and Sam, who were dressed as Han Solo and Lando Calrissian, respectively, and Sharon Carter and Maria Hill, who were both dressed as Princess Leia and pretending - maybe - to swoon over them.  His thoughts were interrupted by a voice coming from a couple of spots away.

“Ginger ale, please.  Plenty of ice.”

A little shiver ran up his spine, like cold fingertips spider-walking on his back.  He side-eyed the speaker, who was not looking in his direction.  She was tall, stacked, in a floor-length long-sleeved black dress that showed astonishing cleavage.  Long night-black hair and pale skin, blood-red lips, and incredible dark lashes almost completed an enticing picture.  He desperately wanted to see her eyes.

Oh, why the hell not?  It's a party, it's Halloween...  He turned his head toward her only slightly. "Designated driver?"  he asked.

The barest hint of a smile pulled at the corner of her lips and she toyed with the straw in her drink. “Something like that.”  She didn't look at him.  “You're not mingling.”

“Not really my thing.”

She sipped her ginger ale.  “Oh?  I would have thought otherwise.  There's an angel and a French maid at your seven o'clock who are absolutely ready to, um, mingle with you, Luke Skywalker.”  This time she smirked, but still didn't look over at him.

He'd been well aware of the inebriated giggling twosome and had been ignoring them for at least twenty minutes.  Their voices were grating on his nerves.  “Also not my thing.  Things, whatever,” he shrugged.

She hummed.  "Well, too bad.  That was a sure way to get to put your lightsaber to good use."  She turned away.  "See ya around."

He couldn't stop himself from turning to watch her go.  Eventually, he lost her in the crowd due to constant interruptions from party guests and was growing more frustrated by the minute.  Deciding fresh air was the cure for his malady, he ducked down the caterer's entrance and stepped out onto a balcony.

The late October air was crisp and bracing, and he pulled in a lung full.

“Did all those drunk fools take your breath away, Sergeant?”

Bucky whipped his head around to see his mystery girl perched on the balcony's handrail, the hip-high slit in her dress revealing her long shapely legs, crossed and swaying slowly in the night breeze.  He snorted.  “More like sucked all the air out of the room,” he leaned back against the rail and blatantly looked her up and down.  “What's your excuse, doll?”

She shrugged, not meeting his eyes, “So many people in one space.  Overwhelming.  This is better.”

He nodded.  “You're gonna get cold.”

“Maybe so,” she uncrossed her legs and stilled.  “Interested in coming over here to keep me warm?” This time she did look at him, and he was startled by how luminous her eyes were in the light of the full moon.  Oh yes, he was definitely interested.

Bucky sauntered over and leaned back on the rail beside her.  “Better now?”

She hummed an affirmative.  “Won't your friends miss you in there?”

“Nah, they know I'm not big on these shindigs,” he watched her carefully as he spoke, “I could go back to my quarters right now and they'd think nothing of it.”

“I see.”

He folded his arms over his chest. “'Course, it's kind of lonely up there.”

“Pity.  The night is so young and you look like you're just- just full of energy.”

“Honey, you have no idea.”

She leaned down and purred in his ear, “I'd like to get an idea.”

He shivered and turned his head, their lips meeting immediately.  At first, he was surprised to find hers to be as cold as the handrail on which she was perched, but when she opened her mouth to him and caressed his tongue with hers he found nothing but warmth.

The kiss quickly became heated, breathless moans filling the space, and he soon found himself standing between her legs with her fingers buried in his hair.  His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as she arched her back and wrapped her legs around him.

He pulled back, eyes darkened with desire, and pressed the tip of his erection  against her center. “Darlin', if you want to continue this we'd better go to my place,” his breath hitched as her lips found his throat, “or else we're gonna traumatize the catering staff.”

She nipped his neck and pulled back. He almost did a double-take at how wanton she looked; her eyes were dark and feline, parted lips bee-stung and still blood red, cheeks and chest flushed scarlet.  She was going to tear him apart and he was going to let her.

They'd barely made it to his bedroom when they came together again, hands, teeth, and mouths everywhere, grinding against each other in a frenzy.

“Too many clothes,” she complained, tugging on his costume tunic.

He stepped back far enough to tear off the outfit.  “You know who I am.  What's your name, sugar?”

“Elanor.  Call me 'Elle',” she replied simply as she tossed her heels aside and opened the clasp at the waist of her dress, letting it slip from her body and fall to the floor.

Bucky growled low in his throat when he saw her standing before him in nothing but a tiny pair of silky scarlet panties.  He stalked forward, predatory and beautiful in the low light, catching her as she jumped into his arms and wrapped around him.  They made their way to the bed and sank onto his slate gray comforter.  

He was everywhere at once, grinding his erection into her clothed center while nuzzling and massaging her full breasts as she moaned and writhed beneath him.  He suckled and flicked his tongue at her nipples, tasting, always tasting.  She squeezed her legs around him tightly and flexed, lifting them both off of the bed.

“Damn, doll, you're strong,” he chuckled and moved to cover her neck and shoulder with kisses.

She shoved her fingers into his hair and pulled his head up.  “Need you inside me.  Now.”

“Yes ma'am,” he purred, standing and shoving his boxers down and off.

Elle's eyes went wide at the sight of his engorged cock.  “You're very blessed, Sergeant.  Is all that for me?” she asked playfully as she raised her hips and slowly slid her panties over her bottom and halfway down her thighs.  She stopped there, toying with the delicate fabric.

Bucky's mouth watered and his cock twitched.  “Gonna tease me, sweetheart?  Might wanna be careful,” he warned, one corner of his mouth turning up as he took in her pinup-girl pose.

“Why, what are you gonna do, spank me?  It's not teasing if I fully intend to follow through.”  She shimmied out of the underwear and tossed them aside while he stood there transfixed by the gorgeous woman laid bare before him.

He made no move to approach.

“Now who's being a tease?” she pouted, knees parting.  She snaked a hand down to touch herself and sighed dramatically.  “Making me wait when I’ve already told you I want you.”

He lunged forward, landing between her legs and batting her hand away.  "Oh no, you don't.  That's my job," he rasped, replacing her hand with his and stroking her arousal-drenched folds.

Elle whimpered and moaned, grinding herself against his hand as she dug her nails into his biceps. “Sergeant, I need-”

“Patience, doll.”

She pulled his head down to her chest, arching into him when his lips and teeth claimed a nipple.  “Fuck yes.  Harder,” she demanded.

He increased the suction on her nipple and thrust two fingers deep into her entrance, his thumb circling her clit.  “Don't hold back.  Let me hear you,” he urged, pumping his fingers slowly but firmly in and out of her.

She clutched at the comforter as pleasure coursed through her, head thrown back, gasping, hips gyrating in time with his hand, maneuvering so his thumb made better contact.  Her hands flew to his face and pulled his mouth to hers.  “I want to ride you,” she declared against his lips, her tongue slipping into and out of his mouth, flicking, fucking.  "I want you to watch me take your cock."  She grasped his wrist, pulling his hand from her entrance and brought it toward his mouth.  

He automatically opened and sucked his fingers clean of her juices, moaning in appreciation.  “Taste so fuckin' good, doll.  Like Heaven.”

She laughed darkly and claimed his mouth with a clash of teeth and lip-bruising force.

Somehow in the middle of that kiss, Bucky ended up on his back with Elle straddling him.  She rocked her hips, rubbing her silky-slick center along his length, making him gasp and press harder against her.

“Doll, if you- you don't stop that it's gonna be over way too soon,” he choked out between moans.

“But it feels so good,” she reasoned, then pushed up onto her knees and grasped his cock. “Eyes on me, Sergeant,” she commanded, looking into his eyes.  Hers were almost completely black as she stroked the tip of him along her center, fully coating him in her arousal.

She needn't have asked; he couldn't look away.  His hands latched onto her hips as she eased down onto his length, moving achingly slowly inch by inch.  The feel of her hot, wet heat wrapping around him as he watched her take him in was almost too much and he had to bite his lip hard to keep himself from coming right then and there.

Once he was fully inside her, she moved her hips in small circles, her body sensually undulating above him, hypnotic and serpentine.  “Sergeant.. your cock feels so good.  So big.  Filling me up,  hit all- all the right spots,” her voice was wrecked, needy and raspy with her heavy breathing.  She trailed her hands over the planes of his stomach, scraping her nails lightly over his heated skin, as he shivered and bucked his hips.

She leaned forward, those perfect full breasts swaying tantalizingly close to his chest.  He couldn't stop himself from leaning up to capture a nipple in his teeth, teasing the taut peaks with the tip of his tongue.  He thrust up into her faster as she keened with pleasure.

Flexing her powerful thighs, she set her rhythm to match his power and speed, huffing out a breath each time his pelvis met hers.  Leaning down again as far as she could she pulled his head to hers, their lips meeting and parting, tongues sliding together wet and hot.  She moaned into his mouth, “So close.  Harder.”

He obliged, fingers digging into the soft curves of her ass, hips ratcheting up into hers, his breathing ragged.  His movements were growing uncoordinated – he was close as well -  and brought his hand over to rub her clit with his flesh thumb, bringing her over the edge.

When the orgasm hit, Elle raked her nails down his chest then arched her back, inner walls clamping down on his thrusting cock.  The angle and sensation sent shockwaves buzzing through his body.

Bucky thought he'd never seen a more beautiful, desirable woman, and he was about to tell her as much when her walls clenched him again and he came.  His eyes slammed shut as his senses overloaded and he missed seeing the dark, leathery wings that unfurled from his lover's back.

As her wings flexed she leaned down and kissed him hungrily, trailing open-mouthed kisses over his jaw to his neck, tongue tracing the pulse point, and sank her teeth into his skin. She licked the wound, immediately dulling the sting, and sucked.

He didn't care that she was marking him.  Caught up in the after-effects of the most intense orgasm he'd ever had, he didn't find it strange that he was seeing stars, brilliant colors, and feeling a strong pulling sensation from where her mouth was connected to his neck.

He was so lost in the resulting euphoria of this otherworldly climax he only partially came back to himself when Elle pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed, delicately wiping off the blood running from the corners of her mouth with her fingers.  She then licked them clean.

“I was right, you know.  Blessed.  You taste so good, like a fine brandy and cinnamon,” she complimented, smiling smugly.

Bucky was woozy as if he'd had a bit too much of Thor's infamous Asgardian liquor.  His head felt heavy, his tongue thick, mouth dry.  "Wow, doll, that was a helluva ride."  He flopped back onto his bed with a goofy grin on his face.

“Thank you, Sergeant.  I had a damn good time.  It should hold me over for a while.”  She winked at him as she clasped her dress and slipped on her heels.  “See you around.”  She stepped out onto his balcony and disappeared into the night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The super-soldier woke with a brutal headache the next morning.  His head was pounding and he was cold.

What the fuck?   His balcony door was open.  What the hell did he drink last night?  Had he been drugged?

He sat up and the pounding in his head intensified.

Wait.  That pounding was coming from the door.

He clutched his head and hollered, “What the hell do you want?”

The noise stopped and his door opened.

“Pal?  You okay?  It's eleven o'clock.  You missed breakfast.”

“Yeah, Steve, just one hell of a hangover.   Was Thor at the party last night?”

Steve tilted his head to the side, hands on his hips.  “Thor?  No, he's still off-world.”

Hissing out a long breath, Bucky lay back down.  "Fuckin' killer headache.  The bartender didn't have any of that Asgardian alcohol, did he?"

Concerned, his friend suggested they go to Medical and get him checked out, and Bucky agreed.

“I'll get you some clothes, Buck. Sit still for a minute,” Steve offered, handing him a water bottle.

Bucky took it gratefully and drained the entire contents.  “So damn thirsty.”

“Well, dehydration is the first sign of too much alcohol.  Maybe it's alcohol poisoning.  Maybe you just lost track of how much you had to drink?  Guess I should save the assumptions,” Steve rambled, suddenly standing stock-still. 

 “Hey, uh, Buck?  Did you have company last night?”

“Shit.  I don't remember.   If I did, she's not here now.”

Steve turned to him with a familiar pair of red silk panties hanging off of one finger.  “I'd say this is proof that something went on here last night,” he smirked.

“Wow, you'd think I'd for sure remember something like that.”  He tilted his head and squinted at the feminine garment.

Steve paled.  "Buck, I- I think we'd better, uh, get you to the medbay right now.  C'mon."  He stared at the side of his friend's neck and grabbed his arm, hauling Bucky to his feet.

“What the hell, man?”

Steve dragged him over to the dresser mirror and pointed.  There were two holes, spaced slightly apart and perfectly round, perforating his neck over the jugular vein.

The super-soldiers stared at each other in the mirror, both wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

"Holy shit," they said in unison and turned to the open balcony door.

[razorblade180]

RWBY Melody 8

Adam:So......who’s going first?

Yang:Blake obviously.

Adam:Excuse you, I didn’t realize you spoke for her.

Yang:I don’t, I just know nobody cares to hear your opinion or singing.

Villains:We’ll listen to spite you all though.

Yang:Of course.....

Mercury:Don’t act surprised.

Tyrian:Villain code.

Qrow:Might as well call it the crazy code.

Tyrian:Guess that means you’re with us. Only a madman would deny a goddess and follow a fool. Or is it the girl you follow? Terrible decision either way.

Cinder:Horrendous.

RWBY:You trying to pick a fight!

WTCH:Bring it!

🔥SHUT UP!🔥

Everyone:......

Ozma:Can we remember the flame will incinerate anyone it wants?

Salem:Seriously, be civil here unless the song you see is a diss. Now then, can we move on with this? Who’s going first?

Blake:I guess I’ll go first. *stands up* I have a feeling it wasn’t a choice.

🔥It wasn’t really. Drag Adam in a love song. The crowds overall opinion will decide your fate. Adam shall sing second in response. One secret person holds the true weight of his life. Everyone could hate his performance but that one person can save him regardless.🔥

Adam:What?

Sienna:That seems like a handicap.

Salem:Well it makes sense. I might not know all of you but it’s clear to see some of you aren’t very popular. I have a feeling some of you would be dragged into the flame immediately otherwise.

Cardin:(I’m not doomed at the start, thank god)

Jacques:(I have absolutely nobody here that would vote for me anyways.)

Adam:*looking around* (Handicapped or not, the chances of a hero getting it are high. Add that with the people who have no reason and like Blake/on of her friends.....) Looks like I better cross my fingers and bring my A-game.

Salem:That’s the spirit! You ready Bl-

Music started playing before she could finish. Blake stood confidently with embers around her that quickly jumped to the people that’s supported her through her life. Adam took a long sigh and waited to take this dragging like a man; she was definitely gonna pass.

Blake: 🎶Now I'm out here looking like revenge.

Feelin' like a ten, the best I ever been and yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this, but it gets worse.🎶 *pulls Yang up*

Sun and Neptune: 🎶wait a minute🎶

Yang:🎶Now you're out here looking like regret. Ain't too proud to beg, second chance you'll never get.

And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this but it gets worse!🎶 *grinning*

Sun and Neptune: 🎶wait a minute🎶

Bmblb:🎶Now payback is a bad bitch

And baby, I'm the baddest

You fuckin' with a savage

Can't have this, can't have this 🎶

Ruby and Weiss:🎶Aaaaahhhh!🎶

Blake:🎶And it'd be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah......🎶

🎶Baby, I'm sorry!🎶

SNI:🎶I'm not sorry!!!🎶

Yang:🎶Baby, I'm sorry!!!!🎶

JNPR:🎶I'm not sorry!!!!!🎶

Blake: 🎶Being so bad got me feelin' so good. Showing you up like I knew that I would!🎶

🎶Baby, I'm sorry!!!🎶

Kali and Ghira:🎶I'm not sorry!!!!🎶

Yang:🎶Baby, I'm sorry🎶

STRQ: 🎶I'm not sorry!!!!🎶

Yang:🎶Feeling inspired 'cause the tables have turned Yeah, I'm on fire and I know that it burns.🎶

Blake: 🎶Baby, fineness is the way to kill. Tell me how it feel, bet it's such a bitter pill and yeah...

I know you thought you had bigger, better things, bet right now this stings!🎶

Sun and Neptune:🎶wait a minute!!!🎶 *steps aside*

Ilia:🎶'Cause the grass is greener under me. *smiles* Bright as technicolor, I can tell that you can see and yeah.....

🎶I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this but it gets worse!!!!!🎶

Sun and Neptune:🎶wait a minute!!🎶

🎶Now payback is a bad bitch

And baby, I'm the baddest

You fuckin' with a savage

Can't have this, can't have this🎶

Ruby and Weiss:🎶Aaaaahhhh!🎶

Blake:🎶 And it'd be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah!!!!!🎶

🎶Baby, I'm sorry!!!!🎶

Ruby and Weiss: 🎶I'm not sorry!🎶

Yang:🎶Baby, I'm sorry!!!🎶

CFVY:🎶I'm not sorry!!!🎶

Bmblb:🎶Being so bad got me feelin' so good. Showing you up like I knew that I would. Baby, I'm sorry!!!!🎶 *embers rise*

ORNJ:🎶I'm not sorry !!!!!🎶

Ilia:🎶Baby, I'm sorry!🎶

Sun and Neptune:🎶I'm not sorry!🎶

Yang and Ilia: Feeling inspired 'cause the tables have turned. Yeah, I'm on fire and I know that it burns.

Adam:(Is this over yet?)

Sienna:🎶Talk that talk, baby🎶

Adam:(Nope....)

Sienna:Better walk, better walk that walk, baby.

If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby

Better walk, better walk that walk, baby. Oh yeah.....

Sienna and Ilia:🎶Talk that talk, baby!

Better walk, better walk that walk, baby!

If you talk, if you talk that talk, baby!

Better walk, better walk that walk, baby!

Blake:🎶Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhh!🎶

Yang:🎶Baby, I'm sorry!🎶

Heroes:🎶I'm not sorry!🎶

Ilia:🎶Baby, I'm sorry!🎶

Villains:🎶I'm not sorry!🎶

Blake:🎶Being so bad got me feelin' so good!Showing you up like I knew that I would!🎶

Blake: 🎶Baby, I'm sorry!🎶

Everyone:I'm not sorry

Blake:🎶BABY, I’M SORRY!!!!!🎶

Everyone:I’M NOT SORRY!!!!

Blake:Feeling inspired 'cause the tables have turned.Yeah, I'm on fire and I know that it burns.

RWBY:🎶Payback is a bad bitch and baby, I'm the baddest.

I'm the baddest, I'm the baddest..........🎶

The embers turn into color flames as they swirl around the entire crowd and back into the flame. A majority of everyone claps and whistles for Blake as her team hugs her excitedly. Blake and Adam take a moment to look at each other before she sits down.

Adam:Did everyone really have to chime in at the end there?

Sun:Feeling the pressure?

Adam:(yes) Not really.*walks to piano*........

Everyone:..........

Penny*whispers* Is he pausing for dramatic effect?

Winter:I think he’s stalling, or.......

Ironwood:This world makes everyone musically talented, but he’s still trying to play when he’s half blind.

Penny:Oh, if that’s the case...*runs to him* let me play half of the piano. I can synchronize with you to any song.

Adam:Ummmm okay?

Ruby:Penny!?

Penny:What? He obviously wants to play; what’s wrong with helping?

Ruby:.....You know what? Have fun up there. *smiles*

Penny:Ready when you are Adam Taurus!

The man nods curiously at his surprised helper. Everything around him started to mentally disappear as he took a deep breath; he had to do this right. Adam was gonna treat this like his only performance and not a chance to escape. Slowly his fingers hit the keys and Penny instantly knew what song he was going for. The two of them played in sync just like she said; the faint glows of embers around them.

Adam: 🎶I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me🎶

Yang:*chokes* (why is his voice nice)

Adam:🎶 This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy. *inhales*

I need somebody to heal, somebody to know... Somebody to have, somebody to hold.....

It's easy to say, but it's never the same. I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain~

Now the day bleeds into nightfall and you're not here, to get me through it all!

I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug. I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved....! 🎶

Blake:......

Adam:🎶I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to turn to. 🎶*rubs chest*

Penny:*smiles at him*

Adam:🎶This all or nothing way of loving got me sleeping without you.

Now, I need somebody to know; somebody to heal Somebody to have, just to know how it feels!

It's easy to say but it's never the same. I guess I kinda liked the way you helped me escaped!

Now the day bleeds into nightfall, and you're not here to get me through it all!

I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug. I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved! 🎶

*embers expand*

Adam:🎶AND I~

tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes I fall into your arms~

I'll be safe in your sound 'til I come back around... For now the day bleeds into nightfall, and you're not here to get me through it all.

I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug. I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved.🎶 *shakes*

Adam:🎶But now the day bleeds into nightfall, and you're not here to get me through it all.

I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug. I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved.

I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug.......🎶

🎶I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved.🎶

Penny played the last note almost mournfully. She was so focused on the song that she never bothered to assess the crowds reaction or Adam’s for the most part. Maybe it was because of how bleak the situation really was. The duo nodded at each other before looking across a ghostly quiet crowd. Embers have definitely reached a few listeners but most remained skeptical or dead set on ending him. His shoulder relaxed and closed his eyes.

Salem:Someone is rather calm in this situation.

Adam:I knew from the start I was basically singing my swan song. The writing was on the wall; maybe I should’ve sung that instead. Either way, I appreciate the unexpected help.

Penny:It my pleasure. *bows*

Adam:I’m curious though. Blake, what were you thoughts?

Blake:.......

Blake:Too little too late.

Adam:Fair enough. Gues I lo-

🔥pass🔥

Everyone turns to the flame on utter disbelief.

Ghira:He lost the majority!

Kali:Which means he impressed the person who gives him a free pass.

Yang:Okay, who saved his neck!?

Neo:*smiles* Someone who appreciates the simplicity of it all. Not to mention likes his voice.

Adam:You saved me?

Neo:Hehehe It would suck to go out like that because you’re not liked. You would’ve had to completely bombed for me not to help. *pats a spot next to her*

Adam:*sits down* I owe you one I guess.

Neo:More like several but as long as there’s a chance for you to save my butt and you take it then I guess we’re even.

Adam:Sounds good to me.

Yang:Damn, I guess we can’t predict the wild cards like that huh? Then again, I guess he got two wild cards thanks to Penny.

Blake:Looks like it. (Honestly...I’m a bit relieved) anything could happen here.

Ozma:(Looks like alliances and deals are starting to shape up. This just keeps getting more intense.)

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Because I'm bored AF on my Birthday

NAME: Katrina AGE: 23 BIRTHDATE: 02/12/1994 AKA today HOMETOWN: Denton, TX Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to answer a note with 111 Questions About You. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. NAH MAN 1) Are you really, ready for 111 questions? I guess I'm bored fam 2) Was your last real relationship a mistake? I don't think so. Things happen for a reason. 3) Who's your favorite superhero/heroine? Idk, I guess Deadpool 4) Who did you last say “I love you” to? The boyf 5) Do you regret it? Nah man 6) Have you ever been depressed? Still take pills to keep it at bay 7 AND 8) Are you a boy or girl? How is this two questions? I identify as a female. 9) What is your relationship status? Taken 10) How do you want to die? Quick and painlessly, but ideally never 11) What are you most afraid of? Death and dying 12) Played any sports? I played half a season of soccer when I was 3! 13) Do you bite your nails? Yeah which sucks 14) When was your last physical fight? I honestly don't know 15) Do you have an attitude? Occasionally 16) Do you like someone? I mean...yeah duh 17) What is your real name? Katrina 18) What do you want to be when you grow up? I want to be a designer 19) If you could have one superpower, what would it be? I would want to be able to teleport 20) Do you hate anyone at the moment? Oh yeah lol 21) Do you miss someone? Yeah 22) Twirl or cut your spaghetti? Twirl I ain't no heathen 23) Do you tan a lot? I just burn 24) Have any pets? YES I LOVE THEM 25) How exactly are you feeling? Annoyed because my birthday has been kinda sucky today 26) Ever eaten food in a car while someone or yourself is driving? Well duh 27) Have you ever been to a drive in movie? Not yet but soon 28) Would you take any of your exes back? Nah I'm like s black widow all guys that dump me gets their lives ruined 29) Are you scared of spiders? YES 30) Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? Yeah I think so 31) Do you regret anything from your past? I'm not sure actually 32) What are your plans for this weekend? I did go out last night for a touch but otherwise I have just hung out 33) Do you want to have kids? Maybe some day 34) Did you ever kiss someone whose name starts with an M? I think so? I can't remember TBH lol 35) Do you type fast? Sometimes 36) Do you have piercings? Yesh 37) Want any more? Maybe? Not sure 38) Can you spell well? I would say so 39) Do you miss anyone from your past? I always kinda miss people of the past; I think it's more of a curiosity of how they're doing 40) What are you craving right now? OLIVE GARDEN FOR SOME STUPID REASON 41) Ever been to a bonfire party? Yeah and this guy dressed as Cookie Monster almost passed out in it 42) Are you a cat or a dog person? I'm an everything person 43) Have you ever been on a horse? Yeah 44) Kissed someone in a pick up truck? I ain't no hick 45) Have you ever broken someone’s heart? Probably 46) Have you ever been cheated on? I have a hunch that I was cheated on in high school but I have no proof 47) Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? Oh yeah 48) Have you ever broken up with someone? No I get broken up with because I'm bad at stuff like that 49) Have you ever done something really dumb that you wish you could take it back? Oh yeah 23/7 50) What should you be doing? Enjoying my birthday 51) What’s irritating you right now? That my birthday has gone nothing like I've wanted it to 52) Have you ever liked someone so much that it hurts? Yeah 53) Does somebody love you? I hope so 54) What are your favorite colors? Any color but poo brown 55) Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle? Many a times 56) Have you ever stole something? Nah 57) Do you have trust issues? Yes 58) What kind of music do you like? Basically anything under the sun, I just love music 59) What is you favorite kind of pet? I personally love a cuddly cat but any animal is perfect 60). Do you have a good relationship with your parents? I do with my mom but she still likes to rift with me 61) What's your favorite disney movie? All of them! 62) Do you believe your most recent ex thinks about you? Nahhhh 63) Who was the last person you cried in front of? My therapist 64) Do you give out second chances too easily? Sadly yeah 65) Is it easier to forgive or forget? Forget 66) Is this year the best year of your life? Hopefully 67) What was your childhood nickname? Katie 68) Have you ever walked outside completely naked? Yes 69) ? Lolololol yeah and I hate it it's so awkward 70) Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Yes for sure 71) What is the last thing you do before you go to bed? Check my phone 72) What do you like to do late at night? Netflix and chilllll 73) What is bothering you? My boyf having to fuckin work all day today 74) Have you ever been out of your province? Yeah 75) Do you play the Wii? Heckles yeah 76) Are you listening to music right now? No just the TV 77) Do you like Chinese food? OMG YES 78) Do you know your fathers b-day? January 8th 79) Are you afraid of the dark? Sometimes, if it's advanced darkness 80) Is cheating ever okay? FUCK.NO. 81) Are you mean? I think I can be on occasion 82) Can you keep white shoes clean? With bleach! 83) Do you believe in God? I'm not sure. 84) Do you believe in true love? Yes 85) Do you like to exercise? I do actually I know I'm crazy 86) Do you cosplay? I'd like to 87) Do you go to renaissance festivals? Never been 88) Do you like the outside? Sometimes. I hate it when it's hot as balls 89) Are you currently bored? So fuckin bored 90) Do you wanna get married? Holy shit I'm so tired of hearing about weddings I'm just done 91) Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? Yes 92) Are you hungry? I WANT CHICKEN ALFREDO SO BAD 93) What makes you upset? Too many things 94) What makes you happy? Lots of things 95) Would you change your name? Nah 96) Ever been to Alaska? One day hopefully 97) Do you like sports? Occasionally 98) Do you watch the news? Sadly I need to nowadays 99) What’ s your zodiac sign? I'm an Aquarius 100) Do you like Subway? Ehhh I feel like which witch is better 101) Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? No that's my boyf 102) Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Say thanks I appreciate it but I just don't want to ruin our friendship 103) Do you talk like your friends? I think to an extent 104) Do you like your teachers? I had some pretty good teachers throughout my life 105) Have you ever seen someone you knew & purposely avoided them? Oh yeah who hasn't 106) Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? my boyf 107) Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? My boyf 108) Does it matter if your boyfriend/girlfriend smokes? Kind of? I just don't want them to get sick 109) Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? My therapist 110) Favorite lyrics right now? Fam idk 111) Can you count to one million? I could but I don't have time for that