#just a small hint of Whiterose

[dummybirdnero]

She likes to sleep on Ruby’s hood cuz it smells like roses and it’s very comfy (just don’t let Weiss know…)

[team-iceflower]

@whiterose-fans-blog Whiterose Week 2024 Day 4: Dragon au!

Ruby: Your breath has uh... a hint of minty freshness?

Dragon Weiss: *Leans her head forward*

Ruby: Ohhhh, you're a girl dragon! Sure, I mean, uh, of course you're a girl dragon! You're just reeking of feminine beauty.

Dragon Weiss: *Blows a small ice heart*

[damnmeatyhands]

a much needed sabbatical

irving pov, canon-typical violence, hint of pre-tyrving

a quick drabble i couldnt get out of my head! takes place right after irving starts driving away on his sabbatical. may write more of this, please let me know what you think! :D

Even dressed back up to the nines, Irving’s blood was still rushing hot under his skin, burning him up inside his jacket. The memory of the act kept swirling through his mind: the handle of the ax gripped tightly, the way it had felt to follow through on the familiar motion, familiar until the dull squishing sound had resounded in his ears. The caving in of a chest, rather than a brittle log splitting. 

He knew he was a twisted son-of-a-bitch, but he was still surprised how there was no growing horror, no deep guilt, just an ever growing sense of satisfaction and something primal itching to go back to the corpse and whack into it again.

His hands slid up and down the steering wheel, the stimulation of the smooth pleather surface not enough, not nearly enough to settle him back down. Center himself.

Irving knew where he was driving. What a strange compulsion. But as the ax had landed those last few strokes, he’d known where he would go. First stop on his sabbatical. He knew he would get in trouble if anyone noticed, if Whiterose decided to care. Given the ever-present danger of visiting someone caught in the eye of the media, it was a risk he wouldn’t usually take.

He flicked another speck of dried blood off his thumb. He could just barely glimpse the small blood splatter at the top right corner of his glasses. He left it alone. He liked looking at it.

He drove in complete silence, the sound of the ax in Santiago’s body echoing in his ears, overpowering the ambient noise of the road, and his blood ran hot, hot, hot. Irving rolled the car to a stop in front of Tyrell Wellick’s house.

[bridgyrose]

Fiery whiterose prompt one is a angel one is a demon and last one is a human

Ruby stared in wide-eyed horror as she watched the woman in front of her transform right in front of her eyes. Gold eyes took on a hint of red as the woman’s skin start to burn at the touch, scales and barb like spines started to grow off her arms, fingers turned into claws as a sharp nail slowly dragged under her chin. 

Cinder smirked as a wreath of fire traveled up her body and past her face, her skin reddening as large wings pierced through her shirt and pointed horns grew out of her forehead. A forked tongue licked her lips as her nail pressed into Ruby’s skin, leaving a clean incision as blood started to drip down. “Didnt anyone ever tell you that making a deal with a devil will lead you to ruin?” 

Ruby tried to pull back from the woman, though her body felt shackled to the ground as she looked at Cinder. Her skin started to burn as she felt a warm, clawed hand grab hold of her arm. The smell of smoke and fire started to fill the air as it heated up. “I… I didnt know…” 

“‘I didnt know’’, Cinder mocked as her smile grew. “But you did know, you just didnt want to believe it, did you? You had wanted to be a huntress worth remembering in legends, and that is exactly what you’ll get.” 

Ruby winced as she felt a sharp claw start to drag down her stomach and slice into her, a silver light started to shine through as the cut started to open up. “This isnt what I meant!” 

“It doesnt matter what you meant, this is exactly how you’re going to get what you desired.” 

A whimper left Ruby’s lips as she watched the devil reach into her and start to pull out her soul strand by strand. “P-please, I’ll do anything!” 

Cinder’s grin started to grow as she slowly unraveled Ruby’s soul, her eyes fixed on the silver thread. “But you already have. You became a huntress, just like you wanted. With me by your side, you felled grimm after grimm and protected everyone that you could. But this is where your legend ends just like all other hunters of your kind. You finally took on a grimm you were no match for, fighting until the very end when your life was snuffed out just like all those before you.” She pulled the last of the soul’s threads from Ruby and watched as the light in her eyes started to fade. “And just like all those before you, all that’ll be left of you are the stories people tell.” 

Ruby felt her heart stop as the last of her soul was plucked away with a sharp pain. The air around her started to grow cold as her vision faded from the snowy, Atlas tundra, to a dark, soundless void. 

A soft voice started to pierce through the void as a small light came to her. 

“*Do you wish to live?*” 

Ruby felt her voice become small as she spoke, still unable to move as her body felt like it was floating in water. “I… I do.” 

The light started to grow larger as a hand reached through to grab her, the voice starting to grow louder as it echoed through the void. “Will you give your life in return?” 

“Give my life?” Ruby asked. “I cant-” 

The hand stopped just before grabbing Ruby and slowly started to pull back. “Then I cant help you.” 

“N-no! I… I need to live! I’ll give my very being to you!” 

The light seemed to contemplate the request as the hand stood still. What felt like hours passed until the hand took hold of Ruby and started to pull her towards the light. “Then I’ll accept what you have given me.” 

Ruby closed her eyes as she was pulled into the light, the air started to grow warm as she felt herself on a bed and no longer floating. Slowly, she opened her eyes to find herself back in her apartment as if nothing had happened before. As she stood up, she felt a tug on her sleeve as she was pulled back down and finally noticed the girl next to her. “W-Weiss?” 

“You dolt, you gave me a heart attack!” Weiss let out a sigh and slowly pinched the bridge of her nose. “You’re lucky I was able to get to you in time.” 

“But we… you…” Ruby slowly sat up again and moved the blankets off of her, not a mark on her from her last mission. She looked back to Weiss, more confused than ever. “How did you save me?” 

“Right, you wouldnt remember, would you?” Weiss slowly stood up as her body started to glow in a bright light, feathery wings sprouted behind her. “Losing a soul is traumatic enough, I cant expect that it’d be any easier to find out you couldnt trust someone you were close to. And while I wont say I told you so, I did say that you had to be careful around Cinder.” 

Ruby froze in place as she watched Weiss transform in front of her. A calm aura seemed to radiate through the air from Weiss, though it still wasnt enough for Ruby to keep from shaking. Cinder was a demon, Weiss was an angel, and nothing seemed to make any sense to her anymore. “You’re… an angel?” 

“I am, and dont forget what you owe me for saving you and giving you your soul back.” With a snap of her fingers, a few chains went from her hand to Ruby’s neck and wrists. A grin crossed her lips as she pulled Ruby to her. “Your entire being belongs to me. Which means, you’re going to become my champion for as long as I can keep you alive.” 

“Your… champion?” 

Weiss gave Ruby a small nod and let the chains disappear. She sat down again as the light around her died down and she took her human form once more. “Though, I cant say that I’m the only one you’re in service to. A deal had to be struck with Cinder to get your soul back.” 

“What do you mean a deal had to be struck?” Ruby asked. “What could Cinder want from me if she was willing to give up my soul?” 

“That will be between you and her.” Weiss smiled and kissed Ruby’s cheek, her lips leaving a small, blue mark that seemed to fade just as quickly as it appeared. “But for now, I need my new champion to rest. I’ll call for you soon enough.” 

Ruby nodded and watched as Weiss started to make her way out of the apartment. She slowly brought her hand to her chest as she felt her heart burn from Cinder’s lingering touch. Even as her eyes caught her reflection, she could see angelic and demonic influences circle around her as her body seemed to glow with an angelic light and her eyes took on the same demonic hue as Cinder’s. Her heart pounded as she laid back down and closed her eyes to rest, no longer sure what to expect. “What have I gotten myself into?”

[manlyquail]

Ponytailssss

This scene right here hyped me up a bunch because Ilia was a character that had so much potential and vanished as suddenly as she appeared. I have a lot of thoughts about Ilia sooo here we go :D

Ilia to me when I first saw her, and especially during the Blake trailer, gave me a lot of mixed feels. Mostly because I’m an avid shipper of the Bees, but the emotion in Ilia’s eyes when she was talking to Blake made me really wish she could be happy. Still though, Bees were the priority and I honestly kinda didn’t think about Ilia for a while after she vanished.

Then out of nowhere I was looking for a reason to write a Weiss ship story. I’m not super into WhiteRose but that’s a whole other talk, so I asked one of the discords I was in for a random person I could write a (smutty) one shot about! Now, smut or not, I was determined to try and stick to close to canon at the time, and someone suggested Ilia. So, I started to envision the scenario, but before I knew it my plans for a simple one-shot spiraled beyond my control. The characters and events and scenes just seemed to write themselves, and without any intention I was suddenly a huge prismatic ponytails shipper!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17653442/chapters/41631497

There is a single *ahem* chapter about halfway through the story since the original plan *was* to just write smut, but it could easily be skipped for anyone not interested. The rest of the story is entirely SFW outside of the *one* chapter.

Anyways, Ilia and Weiss just seemed to work for me mostly because of the faunus / Schnee dynamic. I’ll be entirely honest it was another situation where I’d given thoughts to relating to the Monochrome Blake/Weiss ship, but when I started to think about the emotional dynamics and concepts that could bounce between the two I realized it would basically be the same ship. To me though, Ilia has the potential for so much more depth.

Blake fought for peace in the White Fang. She was right there close to Adam and the leadership, but she never suffered outside of potential abuse from Adam. Ilia however suffered a great deal before she joined the White Fang. Her parents worked in the mines and I have no doubt she didn’t live the most stylish of lives (while Blake’s family was looooaded, at least relative to Menagerie), and despite all that her parents worked hard and found a way to get Ilia to Atlas Academy to live a better life.

Then they done exploded.

There’s a lot more drama there, but needless to say she experienced racism in the heart of Atlas, watched as her ‘friends’ *laughed* at the death of her family. There was so much more pain and intensity in Ilia’s past, associated so deeply with Atlas and the Schnee Dust Company, that for her let go of her past and get through all of that to bond with Weiss, I truly believe that the levels of that relationship could go so much further than a lot of the relationships out there.

So I wrote the above story, and in the more recent story on my Ao3 (Atlesian Ball) I have a chapter dedicated to Ilia and Weiss visited the mines where the explosion happened.

BECAUSE THAT’S WHERE AMITY IS.

It was a small detail, but based on the context of Blake talking about remembering the accident there and seeming sad, that gives me pretty much all the evidence I need to assume that the mines used as the staging grounds for Amity are the place where Ilia’s parents passed away.

Now, with the potential total squad showing up to Atlas based on the above scene of Ilia getting a call from Ghira, I think we see a chance, albeit a tiny one, for Ilia and Weiss to actually interact, and I cannot hide that excitement! I am a little bummed that they might not get to fully explore Ilia’s history with the mines given they’ve been turned into a crater, though I guess they could at least explore the remains if the opportunity presents itself, but I want Ilia to get some closure and to really prove how far both her and the Faunus as a whole have come when they come to the aid of *ATLAS* of all places. We’ve seen small hints about faunus in Mantle willing to help aid humans in their time of need during the current events, but I think seeing the faunus of Menagerie of all places go to the aid of the most anti-faunus place in Remnant is one of the best developments we can see!

Anyways, Ilia hype, and at the very least there’s the tiniest tiny percent chance of some Ponytails interactions, and I want them so bad!

[kinetic-elaboration]

February 9: Mr. Robot 3x10

Finally watched the last episode of Mr. Robot season 3. I was actually on the ball today so I’ve done lots--worked a full 8 hour day, read at lunch, went on a walk, read some fanfic for the first time in literal months--and now I’m exhausted.

So I don’t have too many coherent thoughts.

I remembered a few things from this ep--mostly the Dom part, the Angela and Price reveal, and the very last shot. But there were still a lot of details I forgot, and honestly I think I forgot everything after they leave the barn. I completely forgot all that stuff with the finding the secret magic code keys to undo the hack. I think that’s because it’s actually rather anti-climactic versus a lot of the other stuff that happened. What does restoring the data do? As Grant says, the Dark Army doesn’t care because 5/9 was just a part of the bigger plan that served its purpose. And everything in the past 2 seasons has shown that the Prices and whiteroses of the world will come out on top no matter what, because even tragedy (esp. tragedy) is open to being manipulated. And finally, as the Lady of the Night at the end says, it’s just too simplistic a plan. Just like 5/9 itself. So I mean it’s very IC for Elliot and there’s a certain amount of satisfaction to something, at least, being nice and clean and tidy, but it doesn’t feel like this BIG big moment, especially compared to the earlier scenes. Like the point from the subway on doesn’t match anything from before, where I was so tense my stomach hurt.

I remember finding the Price and Angela story really emotional and surprising the first time I watched it, not because him being her father was so shocking--it’s the sort of twist Esmail does well, where you’re like.. oh DUH and it actually makes more sense now--but because I’d been so willing, in my own naivety, to believe that literally anything, even perhaps time travel itself, was possible-- I mean all the hints! And here he is saying, definitively, no, this is still a realistic universe, in fact probably one of the most realistic universes on tv, and there is absolutely no way we’re suddenly going to become Back to the Future--sometimes people, even/especially ridiculously powerful people, are just out of their minds. The reason was pettiness--it was really that small. There’s something so effectively gut wrenching about that, to me. Such big things, happening for such small reasons.

I felt sort of similarly about Dom being flipped, actually. In some sense, it was a big operation to get her on the side of the Dark Army: a lot of research and so on. But ultimately it was also so simple. She said nothing would make her betray her values and her country and her job, but when they showed her just how far their reach went, how they knew and could find literally her whole family, well that was it. It’s not a complex scheme, is what I’m trying to say, it’s just threats--but it’s also the worst threats imaginable, coupled with some classic emotional manipulation. And so just like that she’s ruined.

The show is just so good at balancing the big and the small, the personal and the organizational and the political. Elliot is just one, often naive, person, and the show doesn’t make him bigger than he is--but it does acknowledge that he’s the protagonist for a reason. So he is good enough to have whiterose’s project moved to the Congo, for example, even though “hundreds of people like” him couldn’t do it. His character and his influence on the world is just... so well calibrated. Big enough to warrant this being HIS show, but not so big as to ruin the realism of a show that’s so much about the puppeteering ability of the rich and powerful.

To circle back to Angela... I haven’t seen S4 but I do know that she dies in 4x01 and I read at least one article that was very unhappy with that narrative decision. I don’t know exactly what I’ll think of it in context yet but I will say... rewatching this season and especially the last couple of episodes, she’s just so damaged, and so lost, it’s hard to see how there could be a redemption or recovery arc for her. I’m talking strictly from a narrative point of view. I do see how the character has come to her end place.

The parallel between Angela and Elliot was so strong. I mean I should have seen it straight off with the way her scene with Price was edited in with his scene at the barn, but like... when Price says “You have to recognize you’ve been conned and learn to live with what you’ve done” I just felt like that could apply to Elliot too. Except Angela’s instinct is to get revenge and Elliot’s is to undo his bad decisions and start again, and Angela is held back from her instincts and Elliot is given free reign. So she ends the season with, essentially, nothing at all, and he ends it with a new purpose (and a new/old antagonist, with Vera coming back....)

So yeah, something here with my Elliot and Angela theory lol... increasingly from the first season on, they’re separated but parallel--like in the scene where he talks to her through the door. They sometimes approach but never quite meet--like when the Cyber Bombings episode ended with them finally face to face, unable to hold both of them together in the frame. They’re so important to each other, but this importance is so often unsaid or out of focus. And I still don’t know what I think... is the love for her that he has located in Elliot or in the Hacker? Or both?

Anyway. I started thinking about how well plotted this show is and how poorly plotted other shows are and now my brain is somewhere else. I need to get ready for bed because I am very tired.

Final thought: I saw you there Ms. Lulu Ferocity!

[littlemisssquiggles]

how do you feel about the idea that all the oscar as the little prince and ruby as the rose allusions and whatnot are correct, but ruby/oscar aren't reunited as a romantic pairing? i totally agree with all the points about oscar being the little prince, but the idea of him and ruby being together romantically has personally never really made sense to me based on their interactions and it feels a bit icky because of the age gap. just curious about your thoughts, thanks!

“…but theidea of him and ruby being together romantically has personally never reallymade sense to me based on their interactions and it feels a bit icky because ofthe age gap…”

“…and it feels a bit icky because of the age gap…”

…It feelsicky because of the age gap? To quote CRWBY Writer: Miles Luna himself,it’s just two years? As far as theaudience are aware, Ruby Rose is roughlyabout seventeen years old (more or less) while Oscar is fourteen probably goingon fifteen years old (more or less).

Regardless, going off of what Miles once confirmed, no matter how much olderRuby gets, Oscar will always be just two years younger than her. So evenif Ruby is currently 17 years old in the main series, Oscar is probably on thecusp of turning 15 soon since as, confirmed by Miles, the age gap between Rubyand Oscar is 2 and ONLY 2 years. How big of a gap is that really?

Riddle me this anon-chan, what is so weird or to quote your own words, “icky” about a prospective relationshipbetween two kids that are only two years apart? 

Because you’re not the first person I’ve hearduse the whole age gap as a means to imply why they don’t favour Rosegarden. Asa matter of fact, the age difference thing is a common argument amongst theAnti-RG shipping community and I’m sorry but I find this reason to be rathersilly to my ears.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not trying to make you oranyone with this type of mind-set feel bad for having this opinion since you’reentitled to have it.

However, since I am giving my own opinion here, thissquiggle meister honestly finds this rationaleto be silly; to put it nicely. It’s even more ludicrous when Ihear people use it in debates against Rosegarden.

Maybe it’s because I was born in the 90s and grewup during the 2000s when times were certainly different than it is nowadays ormaybe it’s because I’m the youngest child of parents with a five year age difference or maybe it’s because I’m from a culturewhere this type of stuff is considered “smallting”---either way, I find it really ridiculous when people make a big dealover something like a measly two year age gap between two fictional characterwho are essentially both teenagers.

Realistically, two years is not that big of anage gap. Even at 17 and 14 respectively, Rubyand Oscar are still the two youngest members within our hero team whichputs them at being closer in age than any of the other characters. Not tomention that, 2 years is a common age gap used within the RWBY series. Ruby andYang are two years apart as far as siblings go. Not to mention that the twoyear age gap is shared not just by Rosegardenbut also with other more commonly known Ruby ships like Lancaster, Whiterose andNuts and Dolts.

That being said, I’m going to safely assume thatyou’re probably someone who feels uncomfortable shipping Ruby with anyone atall anon-chan, Oscar included, since if you take issue with the age gap betweenthe Rosebuds then I’m assuming youprobably don’t favour the rest of the Ruby ships for that same reason, right?

I hope you’re not one of those hypocrites whoonly find the 2 year age gap problematic for Rosegarden but not for Whiterose,Lancaster, Nuts and Dolts, etc.

But to each, their own, I suppose.

Anyways, to answer your main question---as I’ve voiced before, part of the core reason I started shipping Ruby and Oscar together was actuallybecause of their interactions from V5 and how strongly the series placedemphasis on it from the start of that season. Since their first meeting inV5, the CRWBY Writers have delivered well on showing a need to push Ruby andOscar closer together by having them naturally develop a friendship and strongsense of trust and respect in one another. On that part, all things considered,the show has down well on developing the rapport between the Rosebuds.

Oscar’s bond with Ruby gave me a much differentvibe than any of her other connections and vice versa. One thing I’ve talkedabout with Rosegarden is that I always liked how the show portrayed Ruby andOscar as showing a mutual level of interest in each other. Not necessarily inany kind of romantic way.  But it has been very evident since the firsttime they met that Oscar and Ruby do like each other.

Despite only being friends for a short space oftime, Ruby and Oscar share a comfort and sense of trust with one another moreakin to people who have known each other for years and I like that element totheir relationship.

From the get-go, the two have shown to get alongreally well and their friendship has only grown over the passing seasons.

I understand that you don’t get romance fromtheir interactions and you’re right about that---nothing regarding the pastRosegarden interactions has been all that romanticallycharged. While it’s been highlighted that Oscar and Ruby definitely care forone another and are willing to go above and beyond to protect each other, as aRosegardener, I’ll admit that nothing truly grounding has been dropped in ourlaps as yet. Like with any ship in RWBY, us Gardeners have gotten a couple ofcute and meaningful moments shared between the Rosebuds that has helped withtheir respective character development and mayeven hint at a possible futureromance between Oscar and Ruby. But nothing to really nip it in the butt asyet.

However, as I said, the potential for a future romance is there. You might not see itthat way anon-chan but for me, I can’t help but feel like the Writers have beenslowly setting something to happenbetween Ruby and Oscar for a while. Since V5. Will it be romance? I can’t really tell you for sure. Hence whyI’ve beem following the pair closely over the seasons, patiently waiting to seewhether or not the Writers will actually make that leap with these two.

As I’ve said in the past, I’m riding the Rosegarden hype train mainly because I really, really likethis ship. It’s the only Ruby and Oscar pairing that I honestly believe has thepotential to become canon and because of that, I genuinely wish to see where itgoes. If a love story is what the CRWBY Writers wish to do in the long runfor the buds then obviously I am all in for that. Oscar and Ruby are my twoall-time favourite characters in RWBY and personally, I think a romance betweenthese two kids can work and will be nothing but adorkable and sweet sincethat’s how the show has always portrayed them together.

However if romance isn’t in the cards for thesetwo then that’s fine as well. While I’d be totally lying to myself if I said Iwasn’t heavily rooting for a romantic endgame between these two smaller, more honest souls, at theend of the day, I just want to see Rubyand Oscar share a strong meaningful bond with one another that’s important tothem as part of their own individual stories and arcs since it would be thefitting payoff to the build-up between them from the past few seasons.

Why draw attention to keymoments and interactions between these two kids if the takeaway wasn’t going tobe something important like the two of them coming to terms with how much theyvalue each other in their lives or something along those lines?

Either way, I’d be happy with any kind of close bondbetween Ruby and Oscar, be it platonic (best friends/most trustedconfidantes much like their Oz counterparts) or romantic (lovers; strongly devoted to one another and responsiblefor each other; much like their Little Prince counterparts). For me, Rosegardencan go either way and still work tremendously well. Heck I’d personally love itif both were done since I’m a sucker for the strangers to close friends to lovers romance trope.

So long as Rosegarden continues to be a goodrelationship that the Writers continue to handle it with the respect that it’streated the two thus far then I’d be cool either way.

Personally I think it would be pretty sweet ifOscar and Ruby end up falling in love with one another and sharing a romancesince I’d imagine it’d be just as adorably awkward yet sweet and wholesome asthe show has always portrayed their relationship up until this point. Itdefinitely makes me excited to see how their relationship blossoms movingforward especially now that they are separated and unaware of each other’sfates, much like their Little Prince counterparts. If romance is in the cardsfor these two kids then the conclusion of V7 going into V8 presents theWriters’ with a golden opportunity to explore it if they so desire. But at theend of the day, it’s their call.

I’m just curious and of course, beyond excited tosee it all play out. To be honest with you anon-chan,I’m not quite sure what kind of answer you’re probably expecting me to givefrom this. If you were expecting me to respond like “If Rosegarden doesn’t become endgame then I will drop RWBY and I willhate the CRWBY Writers forever” then no.You’re not gonna get that type of response with me.

I do strongly believe that there is going to besomething to go down between Ruby and Oscar. I feel like the show has beenslowly building up to something significant to go down for these twokids---something that is unique to only them. A type of bond the two will sharetogether that will differentiate their bond from others within the series.

But as much as I adore Rosegarden as my favouriteRWBY pairing and even as much as I would love to see them end up together inthe end, I also firmly understand and RESPECTthe fact that by the end of the day, these characters belong to RoosterTeethand the story that I’ve been following with them and their allies are being controlledby people who have their own plans for them.

What that plan is, is what I, as the audiencemember, await to see with each passing volume; whether I end up enjoying what Isee or not.

 Will it be a love story? Will it be somethingelse? That’s the thing. I really don’t know what it will be and that’s where mycuriosity has mostly been peeked. I REALLY, REALLY want to see where theseWriters take these two.

 Hence why I jumped on the bandwagon of the LittlePrince. Through small moments that I can see were inspired by the story, I canget a small sense of where the Writers might be taking the Rosebuds. It’s whyI’m very excited for Oscar’s story for V8.

In the Little Prince story, the Prince had lefthis rose to go on a journey from which he was able to mature further and ultimatelycame to realize the true meaning behind his relationship with his one true rose.This is what I’m hoping for with Ruby and Oscar. I’m expecting this separationbetween them to force to them to see how much they truly value each other.

But it’s not just the Little Prince connectionsthat made me excited for the future of Rosegarden. There’s also the connectionto the God of Light. Right now, outsideof Salem, Ruby and Oscar are the twoother known characters within the series who share in the power of the God ofLight.

With Oscar, it is the God of Light’s power thathas fuelled Ozma’s reincarnation cycle. Not to mention that like many magi duringFirst Remnant, Ozma could wield magic which was known throughout the lands asthe “gift from the Gods”. That poweralong with the knowledge to command it has now been passed down to Oscar as wesubtly saw displayed in the V7 finale.

As for Ruby, she too possesses the power of theGod of Light through her Silver Eyes as hinted back during V6. And as far as weknow, Ruby is currently the only livingSilver Eyed Warrior in existence which makes her a very unique rose.

I would count the Maidens but the Maidens were a creation of Ozma’s magic---amagic that Oscar will ultimately inherit and could potentially take back shouldhe need to challenge Salem on his own again like Ozma once did during his lifeas Diggs.

Basically what I’m trying to say here is thatRuby and Oscar both share a predicament unique to them and only them.

Oscar is Ozma’s current incarnation. Ozma was thechosen champion of humanity, selected by the God of Light himself in the hopesthat he would help repair Remnant by stopping Salem. Ruby is a Silver EyedWarrior with the God-given ability to smite the Grimm whose current master isSalem.

Ozma fought Salem in the past and failed to stopher on his own (he managed to kill her but her immortality curse resurrectedher). Summer Rose, Ruby’s own mother and the last Silver Eyed Warrior toconfront Salem faced her on her own and much like Ozma once did, lost her life.

The only thing that hasn’t been tried is an incarnation of Ozma working togetherwith a Silver Eyed Warrior with the two fighting Salem together.

During his lifetime with Norman, when Ozma first asked Jinn about how he could stop Salem,he was told disappointingly that he couldn’t stop Salem. Perhaps, this was Jinn hinting to Ozma that his role was never tostop Salem. Perhaps ultimately,Ozma’s true purpose was to survive long enough to the lifetime where he wouldbe able to protect or more or less support and fight beside the very person whois destined to stop Salem once and for all.

What would be interesting is if ultimately,maybe…just maybe---Oscar and Rubyworking together; supporting each other as one with the light of God that theyshare; might be what can turn the tides against Salem. Maybe their union will the key in some shapeor form. Then again, this is just me spouting my theories as usual.

Overall, if Rosegarden as a fated pair is a direction that the Writers (particularly Miles andKerry since they are the two seniorwriters who sparked this bond in the first place back during V5) wish totake these two kids then that’s awesome. Brilliant even.

Obviously I’m more in favour of them falling in love andending up together-together. Hand over my kingdom of hearts, this squiggle meister is definitely rootingfor Ruby and Oscar to have their own fairy-tale love story (that would have ahappier ending than the first one) and I am unapologetically biased aboutthat.

I’m not even gonna try and deny my bias. Shoot,my bias has probably been showing since I started typing this response XD Whatcan I say? I love me a good, wholesome, fluffy lovey-dovey romance and I thinka puppy love story or union between our twosmaller, more honest souls would be…well…a match made by the Gods (y’see what I did thar? 8V)

Hoooooooooooowever…, for whatever reason, shoulda romance NOT happen for Rosegarden and in the end, they just end up being two equallygod-tier characters who support each other dearly and share one of the bestestfriendships in the whole series, then… I’d be fine with that too.

Not as flamboyant as “a match made by the Gods” but still sweet because it’s these twobeans.

Disappointing, yes, but not as catastrophically devastating as I’veseen other shippers react to not seeing their favourite pairs come to fruition.

Basically what I’m trying to say here bottom-lineis that I’m not going to lose my shit ifthe CRWBY Writers don’t make Rosegarden endgame.

Yes, my Rosegardening shipping kokoro would bebrokoro buuuuuuuuuuuut….that wouldn’t really stop me from adoring RG orshipping it any less than I always have. 

In the end, I’ll respect whatever direction the Writers decide to take thisfavourite ship of mine; platonic, romantic, somewhere in between or otherwise.

I’ve been in enough fandoms to know that canon endgame DOESN’T necessarily mean THEEND OF A SHIP. There are a lot of ships that I’ve seen survive and thriveregardless of the canon (for example: Zutarafrom Avatar the Last Airbender , Sheith from Voltron: Legendary Defender and Kachaako from My HeroAcademia).

So even if Ruby and Oscar doesn’t become a couplein the canon, it won’t really change my feelings toward their ship. The most Ican say is the same that I’ve always said about RG:

I’m here to see where Ruby and Oscar go in their current relationship with each other andI’ll support it regardless of whatever happens.

I hope this answers your question anon-chan.

~LittleMissSquiggles(2020)

[magnhild]

How Ruby losing an eye could be great for the show

From early on, the theory that Ruby will lose an eye during the course of the show has been circling and seems to grow in popularity with every passing season. Once you’ve looked into it, it’s easy enough to tell why. There’s the early concept art of her with an eyepatch, the fact that her eyes are so powerful in the first place and Tyrain’s chuckling about ‘an eye for an eye’. 

(I would have inserted said concept art here, but it appears to have been lost to the internet. If I find it, I’ll edit this.)

There’s also the small (and possibly unintentional) detail during recent volumes of her hair’s shadow occasionally falling over her left eye to resemble a scar much like Weiss’.

There are still some people who aren’t convinced though, and to them, I bring up Adventure Time. From early on in the show, there was a lot of foreshadowing regarding Finn losing his arm, be it regular old symbolism or alternate versions of himself missing an arm too. Then, it actually happened and then, after it grew back (it’s complicated), it happened again and the show ended with his arm permanently gone. I strongly believe that these little hints we’re getting about Ruby’s potential loss of an eye are going to lead to confirmation, just like Adventure Time.

But, I’m not really here to discuss whether or not it will actually happen. I’m here to discuss the many great opportunities this could lead to, from the point of view of someone majoring in professional writing with three years of study so far under her belt. 

So, let’s take a look at all the doors this scenario could open in the world of RWBY and the effects it would have on everyone involved.

Now, I won’t take any joy from seeing our precious angel baby being so severely injured, but the cause and effect surrounding it are extremely intriguing to me.

First of all- how might it happen? Many people have many different theories, each with their own great potential. Some have said it would only be appropriate if Cinder was to do the damage in hand-to-hand combat, a payback for the loss of her own eye. Others have said it could be interesting if it was an accident during a training bout of some sort, leaving the apologetic attacker with a ton of guilt. But my favourite has to be a theory I came across right here on Tumblr. Unfortunately, I can’t find the original post, so if anyone does know who’s it is, tell me so I can link it here! The theory details that Cinder might use Neo’s illusion semblance to trick a member of Team RWBY into attacking Ruby, resulting in her losing the eye. The theory didn’t go into detail about who specifically may deal the blow, but it’s a heartbreaking idea all the same. The attacker would be riddled with guilt, though there’s a good chance nobody else would blame them. We’d certainly get some really heart-wrenching moments, which would undoubtedly lead to some good old character development.

Now there’s the fact of how severely this would affect Ruby. She’s worked hard to build herself into a strong fighter and is proud of how she’s able to help protect those she cares about. Then there’s her secret little ability, her silver-eyed powers that would be severely damaged or even totally depleted if one of those eyes were to be lost. This extremely powerful power she’s finally been able to use in purpose, this power that could be key in defeating Salem, suddenly taken from her. Throughout her whole journey, Ruby has refused to admit defeat, but this might just crush her, especially on top of whatever else might happen during volume 7. We may even see her briefly defect from the group and try to strike out on her own, though it’s more likely she’d try to hide her pain in an effort not to burden anyone- which could be damaging if it builds up too much. The possibilities here are endless.

And how would her teammates react, even if it wasn’t one of them who did it? Well, it’d strengthen her bonds with them at the very least. For anyone worried that Yang and Ruby will get less time together now that Bumbleby are essentially canon, one can be sure that we’ll get some heart-wrenching sister moments if Ruby were to lose an eye. After all, Yang’s lost a part of herself too, so she’d be vital to Ruby’s recovery, there to offer comfort and advice whenever she needs it. And maybe, after it’s okay to, Ruby and Weiss could share some jokes about their similar eye scars- we could even get some cute Whiterose moments. As for Blake, while she might not be able to relate to Ruby at all, we can hope that the two would share some scenes of comfort, perhaps one of Blake assuring Ruby that she won’t leave like she did last time one of their teammates was so badly injured. 

So there’s plenty of doors opened for how Ruby losing an eye could affect the show in-universe, but what about outside of it? Well, the CRWBY have certainly handled disabilities of both the mental and physical kind and how they’re dealt with by different characters quite well before. It was done especially well with Yang from volume 4 onwards, accurately and sensitively portraying the mental and physical downsides to losing an arm. I, at the very least, am confident that the CRWBY could pull off the main character losing an important physical part of herself with extreme care and grace, further diversifying the show and giving anyone with similar injuries to relate to.

There are even more paths to take than the ones I’ve mentioned, but I have arthritis and my fingers are starting to ache, so hopefully what I’ve covered was interesting enough to think about. With that said, feel free to share your ideas and theories with me; I’d love to hear your thoughts!

I’ll see you guys tomorrow with some more fanart :)

[shirorozutriea]

A Dance in a Gay Way

Hope you guys like this. Day 3: Breathless. I hope I did this right.. *nervous laugh*

“May I take you to the dance?”

 Those seven words. That sentence. She had heard it a thousand times, if not a thousand, a million times and she's not exaggerating. Men and women alike had asked her the same question and none of them had made her heart skip a beat. No, Neptune was different, it was a false infatuation and she was glad a certain knight in shining armor appeared and saved her. And this time, that knight in shining armor asked her the same question. And she knew her heart skipped a beat. How? Because that person is Ruby Rose, her girlfriend.

 “I can't believe she had asked me to go to the dance with her?” Said Weiss, sighing blissfully.

 “Weiss. We've been hearing the exact same sentence for an hour already.” Sighed Blake in exasperation.

 “Schnee, I get that you're so smitten with my sister. I am too with Blake. But you don't hear me saying the exact same thing for an hour.” Yang looked at her with an exasperated look and a scowl. “Gee, you're actually worse than Ruby.”

 “But.. I can't help it okay?! This is the first time I felt like this and it feels amazing.” Smiled Weiss. Yang cringed at the sight of the alabaster haired girl smiling.

 “Weiss, your gay is showing.” Said Blake.

 “So as yours.” Snapped Weiss. Blake looked at Weiss in confusion. Blake suddenly felt warm and something soft was pressing against her cheeks.

 “Oh hell. How did I get in here?”

 Her head was being smothered by two big… mounds of her girlfriend. Her eyes widen and her cheeks flared red. Yang just continue to hug her from behind, pressing her front further.

 Blake hyperventilate.

 “Yang, I think Blake’s dead.”

 Yang looked at Ruby as she held a tray full of food, then her eyes gaze down and saw Blake passed out.

 “Blake?!” Gasped Yang in attempt to wake Blake.

 “Well, I did say your gay is showing.” Grumbled Weiss. Ruby giggled at her girlfriend's antics and sat down beside her.

 “How's the exam?” Asked Ruby, her hands reaching for the strawberry in her tray, then giving it to Weiss.

 Weiss bit on the strawberry. “Thank you. It easy to say the least.”

 Ruby laughed. And Weiss can't help but to stare.

 “Everything is easy for you, princess.” Smiled Ruby as she pat the latter's head earning a low grumble from them.

 “How come she's able do that but I can't?” Pouted Yang as she held on Blake's collar who's still knocked out.

 “Because she can and you can't.” Said Weiss as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

 Yang gave her a deadpanned look and proceed to wake Blake up.

 “Is Blake okay?” Asked Ruby in concern.

 “She'll be fine. Enough gay can fix her up.” Said Weiss leaning on her hand.

 “A true love's kiss can break the spell!!”

 “I don't think that will help… nevermind.” Said Ruby.

 Yang kissed Blake and Blake woke up.

 “Wha? What happened?” Asked Blake.

 “My love!!” Exclaimed Yang, hugging Blake. Blake looked surprise at the sudden enthusiasm of her girlfriend.

 Weiss shook her head in dismay. “I don't know anymore.”

 “I don't know what to react. Should I laugh or cry in dismay?” Chuckled Ruby.

 Weiss glanced at Ruby then back at the couple.

 “They're just gay.” Stated Weiss.

 Ruby giggled. “So are we.”

***

“Yang, I don’t think this is a good idea.” Mumbled Ruby as she stare at her suit.

 “Trust me on this, Ruby. You'll had Weiss jaw dropped at the moment she sees you.” Agreed Yang, nodding to herself.

 Ruby looked at her skeptically. “How can you be so sure?”

 “Just cause’.” Smiled Yang, remembering a certain conversation with her girlfriend.

  “You and Ruby are going to buy a dress, right?”

 “Yes we are. Why the sudden interest?”

 “Make sure Ruby wears a suit.”

 Yang’s forehead scrunch in confusion.

 “Why?”

 “Weiss liked it when Ruby wears a suit.”

 “Oookay. But, Ruby hasn't worn a suit—she's imagining it, right?”

 Yang failed to hide an amused smile.

 “She does. Now, be a good girl and do it please. And could you wear a dress for me. I want to see you in a dress.”

 Yang smiled at the request.

 “Alrighty, then.”

  “Y’know what? Just take it, Rubes. I promise you, she'll love it.” Stressed Yang.

 “Fine.” Conceded Ruby with a sigh.

 “Great! Now help me find a dress.” Grinned Yang, dragging Ruby with the suit.

***

“Blake, stuff it, you look amazing.” Said Weiss, looking at Blake now dressed in a suit.

 “You think so?” Fretted Blake.

 “I think so. Yang will love it.” Smiled Weiss.

 “Thanks. Now let's look for your dress.”

***

The shopping spree is done. And the time has come for the ball. The whole school was decorated in flashing designs and the interior are well-made. People are buzzing around, talking and checking out people who enters the room.

 Weiss and Blake entered the room. As if on cue, the whole students stopped and looked at the two. Weiss, dressed in a ocean blue dress, glittering in the crowd, was needless to say, by far the most beautiful in the room. Blake on the other hand, was handsome compared to the others, wearing a blue suit paired with black pants and shoes, she's golden as her hair is tied up in a ponytail.

 “Do I look weird, Weiss?” Asked Blake, her eyes roaming the staring students. “They're staring.”

 “It means, you're handsome, okay? I mean, just look at you.” Pointed Weiss. “Believe me you are quite handsome on your own.”

 “I wonder when will Yang and Ruby be here?” Pondered Blake.

 As if on cue, the sisters made their way into the carpet. And again, all eyes on them, especially their respective partners.

 Yang was wearing a long golden dress, complimenting her hair and eyes. And Blake, couldn't take her eyes off of her girlfriend.

 Meanwhile, Weiss was shocked to see her girlfriend wearing a suit. And that suit, suits her well.

 Ruby then looked at her, she inhaled sharply as she stared at Weiss, taking in her beauty. Needless to say, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

“If looks could melt, she's probably a puddle right now, sis.” Chuckled Yang, whilst Ruby blushed at the statement.

 “Shut up. Let me just take you to Blake.” Grumbled Ruby and lead the latter to her girlfriend.

 She gave Yang to Blake as she took Weiss’ from her arms. She looked at Weiss, lacing their fingers together.

 “Take care of my sister, Belladonna.” Smiled Ruby, with a hint of threat. Blake gulped and nodded, taking Yang away from the two.

 “I'm sure she will take care of Yang.” Said Weiss, kissing Ruby in the cheeks.

 “I know.” Chuckled Ruby.

***

The party is about to end. A final dance was announced and an awarding was about to happen before everyone leaves and sleep for the rest of the day. Yang and Blake are enjoying their quality time together and had been dancing almost all of the hours they have at the dance, ignoring every students who asks them to dance with them.

 “Now, let's give a round of applause for our Princess of the Night. Ms. Yang Xiao Long!”

 Everyone clapped and whistled at the announcement. Blake can't help but to smile at her girl. Weiss had a big grin on her face, she had been expecting for Yang to win at some point, the Princess or the Queen. She's absolutely elegant and stunning in her own way. Ruby on the other hand was grinning and clapping louder than the rest of the students clap.

 “And here, an unexpected turn of events! Our Prince of the Night is… Ms. Blake Belladonna.”

 Everyone was surprised, but nonetheless clapped and cheered.

 “She deserves it!”

 “They're so cute together!”

 “It's bound to happen anyways. Congrats!”

 “THE SHIIIP IS SAILING GRACEFULLY!! YEEEESSS!!”

 The couple chuckled at the comment and thanked everyone.

 “You may now take the floor, and dance your hearts out.”

 The whiterose couple looked at the pair and smiled fondly.

 “Those two are so cute together.” Giggled Ruby.

 “They sure are.” Smiled Weiss, looking at the pair.

 “I remember when Yang was so nervous to ask Blake out.” Laughed Ruby, as she remembers that moment.

 “Yes, it was hilarious. She even stuttered in front of Blake.” Chuckled Weiss. “But now, look at them. So happy with each other.”

 “And I can't believe Blake had the audacity to play hard to get.” Smirked Ruby, slyly. Weiss chuckled at the statement and agreed.

 “We thank you for that heartfelt dance. Now, are you ready for our… Prom King and Queen?!!”

 “READY!!!”

 Ruby then looked at Weiss and suddenly the world turns to slow motion.

 “The Prom Queen is…”

 She stared at Weiss, relishing the ever so beautiful being in front of her, whom she proudly calls her best friend… and most importantly, her… girlfriend.

 She pondered for a moment, how did she get so lucky to able to be called the girlfriend of the ever so stunning girl, namely Weiss Schnee? She couldn't ever know. But she couldn't care less, she was so happy to have her precious someone to be labeled as hers, as well she is to her.

 Her eyes then darted to her face, her soft expression with a small smile on her face. Her piercing blue eyes that she could swear that she wouldn't mind drowning to those deep pools. Her skin as white as snow, with cheeks tinted with pink hues. And those lips, soft to touch and soft to kiss. She loves everything about her, her perfection, her flaws and everything she is, she loves it.

 “Weiss Schnee!!”

 Her gaze fell to those lips partially open in surprise. The Prom Queen… yes, what a befitting title for someone as beautiful as her.

 She looked at her princess—Queen, who walked at the stage to be crowned. Words can't easily describe her beauty. But, if you ask Ruby if she can give her any words to rightfully describe her. You bet your popsicle sticks she can.

 She looked at her in a crown.

 Elegant.

 She looked at those flowing dress.

 Enchanting.

 She looked at her frame.

 Sexy.

 She looked at her smile.

 Pretty.

 She looked at those eyes.

 Gorgeous.

 She looked at her as she walk down the stage, waving and smiling.

 “She's so breathtakingly beautiful.” Said Ruby, breathlessly.

 “And now, here, ready to join our Queen. Our Prom King… Ms. Ruby Rose!!”

 She smiled at the announcement and went to the stage. And soon joining her love, down the stage.

 “Hello, my Queen.” Smiled Ruby, holding Weiss’s hands.

 “And hello to you too, my King.” Giggled Weiss.

 “Y’know Weiss, you took my breath away. You're so beautiful.” Cooed Ruby, hugging her, gently swaying.

 “Dork.” Scoffed Weiss, before laughing.

 Ruby and Weiss stared at each other as they dance on the dance floor. Lights all around them, people cheering for them, their friends howling and whistling. But they didn’t heard it, they paid no attention to those surrounding them. All they see is…

 “…you.”

 They said breathlessly as they kissed in the middle of the dance.

[deathcoreschnee]

Random Whiterose prompt

Weiss lightly smacked Ruby in the back of head, well aware it would cause a squeak. The crimsonette moved her head up to eye her partner, raising a brow. "Focus." was all the heiress whispered to her.

Ruby sat up correctly but slouched in her seat, completely forgetting she had her earphones in. Only deciding to focus on her music, she decided to draw a random flower on the blank sheet of paper. School sucks, was all Ruby thought .

She looked up at the clock, there was still 30 minutes. Deciding that it wasn't worth it she grabbed her stuff and packed it into her backpack. It caught the attention of Weiss, Blake and Yang, once the crimsonette stood up. "Have a good day, Miss Rose." Was all Professor Port said to Ruby, not taking it to heart that she left.

The crimsonette walked down the hall, before reaching the stairs she played the new single of her favorite band. Slightly bobbing her head caused her plugs to shake as well. Lightly walking down the steps debating on going home or hanging out at the, Hunter's Cafe, to get a hot chocolate with double chocolate chips cookies on the side.

Now she craved the sweet hard, leaving building to walk to the connecting bridge that leads to the parking across the street along with a small shopping mall. Ruby walked down the ramp, calmly watching the cars pass, either some loud exhausts or engines. She was relieved that there wasn't a long line, walking in to be greeted by Jaune Arc, best friend/concert buddy .

"Hey, Ruby! The regular?"

The blonde man smiled at his, getting to work on grabbing the cookies after so they're just as warm with the hot chocolate, but with a hint of melted marshmallows. Ruby paid the cashier then sat in the corner that was near to the pick up area of the orders. The crimsonette rested her head against the wall, while she took out her scroll, not surprised by having unread messages from the girls, specifically more from a certain heiress.

Ruby went through Blake's and Yang's, both questioning where she was. A simple reply to both of them saying she was just having hot chocolate. Getting to Weiss she wasn't surprised with how mad she was, anyone would if they weren't paying attention in class.

[Love you too.] Ruby shook her head, knowing it'll relax the women's temper down.

She didn't have the heart to tell them that school wasn't doing it for her anymore, to the point where it was just hell even coming.

Looking up to see blue eyes staring at her in worry, then eyeing the hot chocolate and cookies. "Stuck in that stump still?" Ruby could only sigh, Jaune was the only one who knew what was going on her head.

"I don't think I'm cut out for this anymore, I get that's only been two years. I'm chasing down my career path..." She ate a cookie, staring at her roughed up white vans.

"Well, why don't you take a semester off? You don't have to drop out completely.." He offered a smile, that spoke with strongly words of 'I support whatever you do'.

"Never thought of that in all honesty, I'm just so burnt out.. I'll take Spring semester off, get a job to break this pattern." Ruby combed her hair back slightly, after taking a big gulp from her hot chocolate, once she made sure it cool enough to do.

"Are you still trying to impress, Weiss?" Ruby almost choked on the hot chocolate, coughing loudly. Jaune patted her back, then chuckling softly.

"I'll take it as a yes."

The crimsonette rested her head against the table avoiding his gaze, "I doubt she'd be with me anyway, I mean.. I did just walk out class. Weiss deserves someone responsible and what not." Turning to rest her face against the cool surface of the table.

"You overthink too much, you know that. And you let your thoughts turn negative, way too easily." Jaune flicked her forehead, then standing up after hearing more customers walk in.

"Just talk to her about it, I wouldn't be surprised if she shared your feelings. " Ruby just stared at her best friend, thinking over his advice, letting her head hit the wall with a thump.

"I'll just ask her when I get home, hopefully they aren't too mad at me." She thought as she chugged her drink, enjoying the slight burn in the back of her throat. Staring at the two of six cookies that she had, deciding to give them to Weiss.

-

"Where have you been, Ruby?" Weiss stared down the crimsonette as she entered the house all four lived in, courtesy of the Schnee's and Belladonna's. Ruby eyed the shorter woman that was blocking her room's entrance.

"Weiss let me get into my room, I just want to take nap." The crimsonette gave her best puppy dog face, only to be met with a hand to cover the gesture.

"You always fucking sleep after classes, we haven't studied together in 2 months!" Ruby winced at how loud Weiss's voice could get, grateful that Yang and Blake were no where in sight.

"Has it been two months, since we've even been together?" Ruby thought as she cowared under the glare of those icy blue eyes. Now completely aware of how she fucked up with the woman, who meant a lot to her. "I'm sorry, Weiss.. I just haven't felt like myself lately.."

"What do you mean?" Ruby rose her head to view Weiss's head tilt in confusion.

"I just don't feel, I can handle school..at least for now.. I wanna take a break, I'm just drained.. I wasn't aware that it would affect you too..."

Weiss's expression softened after the crimsonette apology, lightly cupping the taller girls cheek. "Of course, it should affect me. I was only use to a smile from you, not a cold shoulder. I was worried, I now see that you're feeling better after figuring out what to do. If it is a break you need, then take it. I'll be able to see you more after my classes.."

Ruby leaned in the hand on her cheek, smiling, wrapping her arms around Weiss's waist.

"Thank you, princess"

"Call me that again, I'll hide all your plugs." The nickname didn't stop her from wrapping her arms around Ruby's neck, resting her head against her shoulder.

"I know this a weird request, but wanna take a nap with me? I'll give you one of my hoodies..." Ruby smiled when she felt Weiss shake against her from laughing.

"I have two already, I'll end up taking all of them you,dolt. And to answer your request, I'd love too" Weiss rose her head to stare at Ruby's wide smile.

As Weiss walked in Ruby remembered the cookies, she dug them out of her backpack.

"Hey, I got these for ya."

Weiss smiled as she was given the cookies, taking a bite then giving the other to Ruby.

"Thank you, dolt. Now I'll be stealing a hoodie of yours."

That made the crimsonette laugh but just layed down on her bed not minding it one bit. Ruby rested on her stomach, she groaned slightly as she felt Weiss' weight on her back.

"Night, Ruby.."

"Night Weiss."

With the platinum blonde cuddling into her back she felt herself fall asleep quicker.

-

Woah been awhile since I posted anything, I hope ya'll enjoy it! Wrote this for a buddy of mine.

(Also recommend listening to Proper Dose by TSSF or Evergreen by Knuckle Puck or even both while reading this)

[theepicwaffleman12]

In Love Shall We Connect Strongly

A WhiteRose Lime Fluff Thing Pairing: Guess whooooo? (Ruby/Weiss) NOTE: THIS IS NOT OFFICIALLY PART OF WHITE ROSE WEEK. I HAVE READ THE RULES. THIS IS A SEPERATE FANFIC, BUT IT IS A FIRST TIME FIC. AGAIN, NOT PART OF WR WEEK. ALSO NOTE: yeah there’s like some sexy stuff in here or whatever, read at own risk, blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda bing bang boppity bow

All characters are of legal age.

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A rose and a snowflake sat on the edge of the bed, one crimson in the face and the other not even daring to look at the other.

“I still don’t know how you talked me into this,” grumbled the heiress as she fumbled with her hands.

The redhead yelled out a “WHAT?” in exasperation. “You were the one who suggested it!”

“I DIDN’T THINK YOU WOULD ACTUALLY LISTEN!” shouted Weiss Schnee as Ruby Rose planted her head in her hands. Weiss, to everyone’s surprise, had made an innuendo as a joke, but Ruby, being a pure bean as always, had dragged her right into the bedroom after. 

The second she closed the door, it dawned on Ruby on what she just did and what they were possibly about to do. 

“So... what are we supposed to do?” asked Ruby, returning to the present. Beside her, Weiss gave a shrug accompanied by a blush.

“We, um... we’re supposed to...” began Weiss, unable to finish.

“Well, we don’t have to, if you don’t want,” said Ruby a little too quickly. Weiss shook her head.

“No, no- I mean, well- Oh, god,” stammered Weiss.

“I mean, y’know, it’s not like I don’t like you to do this, I mean, I do like you, but not, like, in like a kissy-romantic way or something,” Ruby said before her eyes grew wide. “Wait, do you like me that way?”

Weiss said nothing.

“Weiss?”

Weiss said nothing.

“Oh, boy.”

Eventually, Weiss finally admitted a small “...Maybe.”

Ruby sighed. Weiss was pretty cool, hell, she was pretty in general, but she never knew Weiss liked her that way. Or maybe she did and it was only now she was realizing it. 

“Weiss? How long have you... well, y’know?”

“I don’t know. It just... sort of happened. One day I realized I liked you more than a friend, that I really, really enjoyed being around you.” Weiss groaned. “You probably hate me now.”

“NO! Nononono! No, Weiss, I don’t hate you! I’m... I’m actually pretty flattered,” admitted Ruby. “I didn’t think someone like you would like, well, someone like me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you’re always so collected and organized and I’m barely holding everyone together, we grew up differently, we hated each other when we first met...” Ruby went off on a long ramble on how the two couldn’t possibly be more different. Weiss looked on, ashamed and astonished, before finally just deciding, fuck it, in a quite literal sense, undressing and grabbed a now pacing Ruby and tossed her onto the bed.

“WOAH! What... what are you doiiiOHMYGOD I CAN SEE YOUR-”

“Ruby, calm down. Breathe in, out.” Ruby did so, then refused to look anywhere but Weiss’ face.

Weiss had removed just about nearly every piece of clothing on her, her pale skin slowly turning pink as her entire body blushed as one. Giving a nod, Weiss gestured for Ruby to look.

Ruby slowly panned her eyes down Weiss’ practically perfect body, tracing her scars with silver orbs and gazing into sights she thought she’d never see. Ruby had seen Weiss in a towel after a shower at Beacon but never this exposed.

She was simply beautiful. Ruby didn’t care about the size of Weiss’ chest or how long and shapely her legs were. She was Weiss, and to her, that was just fine.

Finally taking the hint, Ruby stripped off her own clothes as Weiss watched with silent eager interest, almost shamelessly staring at every single curve the younger girl had on her. She had really grown in the few years since Beacon fell, in more ways than another. Ruby’s body was just as adorable as she herself looked, a small stomach and a sizeable pair of mounds plopped on her torso.

“They’re not as big as Yang’s... or Blake’s...” said Ruby meekly.

“So? They’re you, aren’t they?”

Ruby gazed in pure admiration at that, a warm smile spreading across her face. Weiss returned the smile and then looked at both of them, lying bare as the day they were born, on top of a bed.

“We’re really gonna do this, huh?” asked Ruby.

“...Only if you want,” replied Weiss.

“Well, I mean, I... I do want this...” Ruby found herself saying, to both girls’ surprise. Weiss nodded. 

“I want this too.”

It was Ruby who started first, placing her hands on Weiss’ body and slowly moving around. Weiss prepared herself and found herself melting with Ruby’s touch, soft and warm and loving and all around pure. Weiss moved her own hands to Ruby’s body and began to explore uncharted regions of her own, from her front to her back.

The two were in sheer bliss and it gradually accelerated from there, as the two happily found themselves reaching heaven in each others’ arms.

When Ruby woke up again, she found Weiss snuggled up against her, both still completely bare. She moved Weiss’ hands gently off, causing the white-haired swordswoman to stir. Ruby gave her a cheeky grin, wiggling her eyebrows.

“We just did that.”

“Yeah... yeah, we did…” sighed Weiss, her mind still high off of ecstasy.

“So, are... are we a thing now? Should we try, like, a proper relationship?” asked Ruby, a hopeful tone to her voice.

“There’s nothing proper about this relationship, you dolt,” grinned Weiss, before adding an “Of course.”

Ruby smiled widely before rolling over and out of bed. Weiss, seizing a moment, lightly slapped the reaper’s ass as she got up, earning an “Eep!” from the redhead.

“Oooh, I like this naughty side of you!” exclaimed Ruby.

”Well, you better get used to it, then,” said Weiss as she gave a seductive wink to her partner. Ruby only squealed excitedly in response before getting dressed.

“Oh, the others are gonna LOVE this! They’ll be so excited we’re together!” sang Ruby as she quickly zoomed around the room. Weiss laughed and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, the scythe-bearer almost collapsing before she winked and zipped out the room.

Weiss then removed herself from the bed and got dressed. It was funny how a simple comment led to the best moment of their lives, one where they once and for all forged a bond that would last for eternity.

Well, the best moment so far, anyways.

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Followed up my Bumblebee shower fluff with this! Been meaning to write a WR fic for a long time. 

I’m really trying not to write the girls like sex objects and writing them as genuine people, because I really do love these four (plus also writing sex is weird for me because I’m not quite used to it at ALL). 

I’ll see you all later! :D

[jin0uga]

Dance the night away

More whiterose because I need more of this otp. 

Whiterose, Married!AU, inspired by that video of a sweet dad who danced with his daughter on-stage. Second part of my A Rose in Bloom series.

Tonight was the night. Ruby dithered behind the curtains, anxiously watching her daughter get ready. It was Dia's first recital and her little girl was a bundle of nerves, constantly nibbling on her nails and jumping as stage hands flitted back and forth. Dia nervously smoothed the ruffles of her adorable, pink tutu and looked at her mother. 

"I don't wanna dance," Dia pleaded, paling as the mutter of the crowd drifted backstage. In contrast to her daughter's pallor and skittish behaviour the other girls buzzed in excitement and floated towards the curtains, alternating between peeking out of it and grinning at each other like overly excited rabbits.

Ruby gave her a reassuring smile before her attention was stolen by Zwei wriggling in her grasp. He whined, pawing at her shirt. She sighed and gently pecked the top of his head, briefly putting a stop to his struggles. Ruby hadn't wanted to take him along, but Weiss insisted he would be terribly lonely them. It was complete rubbish since Ruby knew the maids and servants always entertained Zwei more than was strictly necessary, but her wife's pleading eyes were too powerful a weapon to resist.

Dia tugged at her shirt – Ruby couldn't help think it was like another puppy clamouring for her attention – and mumbled something incoherent.

"You're going to be great out there. Remember how you showed the entire dance to Grandpa Tai?" Ruby stroked her daughter's head, smoothing the cowlick that sprung up despite the thorough gelling Weiss put it through an hour earlier. "We even watched the recording afterwards, you danced so beautifully!"

Her daughter hesitated. She met Ruby's gaze after seconds of quiet contemplation, eyes blazing with renewed determination. "Did Mommy come to watch me dance?" For the first time that night, she looked in the direction of the stage. Ruby beamed. "Your Mommy's here, along with Aunt Yang and Blake. Even Winter– I mean, Auntie Win, is here to watch you steal the spotlight."

Dia drew in a deep breath, and looked at her Mom. "Are you gonna be here once I finish?"

"Of course." Ruby wound her hand around hers, squeezing gently. "I'll be here no matter what."

The instructor's assistant finally appeared backstage, calling for the girls to assemble. Ruby looked on in amusement as the group of tiny girls rushed past her feet to get into formation. Dia stared after them with a hint of apprehension, but covered it up with a expression Ruby recognized. The Schnee's stoic mask was definitely hereditary.

Ruby bent forward and kissed her daughter's forehead. "Okay, my little diamond. Go out there and knock em' dead."

"Both of you, shut up. It's starting!" Weiss hit the record button as soon as she saw the first ponytail enter the stage, swishing like a tiny feather duster. Yang chortled. Blake rolled her eyes at her friend's overzealousness. Winter patted her sister's arm, laughter dancing in the normally stormy eyes.

"This is an important milestone in Dia's life." Weiss refuted their amused stares with sharp words, glowering at their lack of seriousness. It was only obvious she'd be excited her baby's first recital! She clicked her teeth. "Yang, make yourself useful and start recording."

"What? Don't you already have it covered?" Even as she said this, Yang lazily took out her scroll, doing as she was told. It was easier to go with the flow than fight against the current that was Weiss Schnee-Rose.

"One angle isn't enough to capture this moment. Besides, you have a better view of the stage from your seat." Weiss sighed in frustration when Yang nudged Blake, the two of exchange insipid grins. "I wish you three would take this seriously. I refuse to lose this memory to scroll failure or bad lighting." Her wife and father-in-law would be beside themselves if she didn't have at least three videos and a dozen pictures by the end of it.

"Weiss. If that's what you wanted you'd better… I don't know, watch it with your own eyes before whipping out your scroll?" Yang said, arching her eyebrows and jerking her chin in the direction of the stage. The girls were lined in a row, soaking in the applause and shouts raining down as the crowd peppered them with 'Good luck's' and 'break a leg!'

Winter pried the scroll from Weiss' hands, ignoring the outraged gasp. "Miss Xiao Long has a point. Enjoy the show, Weiss. I'll aid you in recording so you can watch without obsessing over angles, and how terrible the stage lighting is."

Weiss squinted. "Now that you mentioned it..."

"Just concentrate on your daughter, Weiss." Blake chided as the music started.

As the group of girls danced on stage, Weiss found herself smiling at Dia's expertly executed movements. Her daughter had obviously inherited Ruby's grace, each sweep of her leg and arms sinuous and smooth, liquid given physical form. Weiss also noted that although the girls wore identical pink outfits, Dia looked the loveliest out of all of them. A blooming rose among a field of tulips.

The tinkling music rose to a pitch. The girls circled the stage, taking turns to execute small jumps, twisting in the air like curling ribbons. Dia was the last in line. To Weiss's horror, her daughter lost her footing just as she was poised to leap. There was a crack of wood as knees met the stage floor, and the atmosphere in the recital hall plummeted into the negatives as the crowd looked on in stunned silence. Weiss took in Dia's hunched shoulders, ready to elbow people out of the way to rescue her daughter. It was Winter's vice grip, rough hands experienced in keeping order and stability even during the most tumultuous of times, that kept her pinned to her seat.

"Winter," Weiss had to fight to keep her voice steady. "Let me go."

"You know what would happen if you rushed up there." Winter watched her niece quake in embarrassment. The rest of the girls fluttered nervously in place, not daring to draw attention to themselves, leaving the poor girl stranded by herself. "It will do her no favours if you made a scene." Winter said, regretfully.

Weiss scowled. "I don't–"

Ruby barrelled onto the stage and pulled her daughter to her feet. In her other arm, Zwei swept his gaze over the crowd, tongue lolling out as he yipped in a obnoxiously adorable way only dogs could.

Dia snapped back to attention. Weiss watched their daughter regain the determined set to her jaw after taking in Ruby's patient smile. The tension in her shoulders dissolved and Weiss' heart leaped as her daughter took several steps back, before running forward. Dia did a perfect twirl in mid-air, and landed soundlessly on her feet.

From her seat, Weiss saw Ruby beam at Dia before she disappeared behind the curtains. The rest of the performers were spurred back into action when Dia returned to her spot. Everyone's movements were considerably stilted compared to before, but they continued admirably until the song's final note. The curtain fell accompanied by a smattering of applause. Murmurs rose as the audience got up from their seats, but Weiss remained rooted to hers, an unreadable expression plastered across her face.

Yang turned and said to Blake, "Wow, I'm glad we got that on video."

The parking lot was a flurry of activity, parents spilling from the recital hall after collecting their daughters. Friends and family stood near vehicles, chatting amicably about the performance as their children giggled and chased each other around the lot in a hasty game of tag.

Yang broke into brilliant grin when she spotted her sister and niece tottering towards them. "Here come the two scamps!"

"An admirable performance little diamond." Winter's expression was unusually soft as she bent down to face Dia. "How do you feel about it?"

"It stinked when I fell." Blake covered up a snort. They were spat in a distasteful, familiar tone that reminded her of Weiss in their University days, a time where the Schnee was critical of everything and did not hesitate to point it out. "But then Mom helped me out and made everything better." The tiny ball of sunshine beamed, melting the hearts of every adult in the vicinity. Winter chuckled and patted her cheek.

"It was a good performance overall, then?" Yang followed up, ruffling Dia's hair. The action made the girl more excited than embarrassed, a trait she'd definitely picked up from Ruby.

"Yep!"

"Be careful next time," Weiss chided, waiting till Winter stepped away to wrap her in a hug. Her daughter hugged back, though she sighed dramatically at the reminder. "Yes, Mommy, I promise."

Ruby watched Zwei run circles around them before gesturing at Yang to pick him up. She clapped her hands. "Okay, who's up for some victory ice cream?" Yang and Dia yelled their agreement in unison while Blake lazily waved the red flag she'd brought along.

Winter inclined her head towards her car, a speck of white in a sea of grey. "Come along, everyone. Dia will take the front seat which means you'd have to sit in the back with Blake, Yang."

"Um, aren't we going together?" Ruby interjected, sounding terribly confused, "I mean, Dia and I came in Weiss' car after all."

Dia nodded, fringe flopping up and down. "Yeah!"

Weiss rested a gentle hand on her daughter's head. "I know, darling. But like I told your Aunts earlier, I've decided to take your Mom for… cookies, first." Ruby blushed, the warmth in her cheeks reaching high enough to stain the tips of her ears. Weiss was staring at her in an awfully familiar way. It brought to mind the memory of their wedding night, icy blue eyes ablaze with predatory hunger and slivers of unblemished skin peeking from black, racy lingerie…

Dia made a face. "Mommy, why's Auntie Yang giggling like that?"

"Don't mind her, she was dropped on her head as a child." Yang pursed her lips, shooting an annoyed scowl in Weiss' direction. Blake snickered and patted the blonde's arms. "You walked into that one."

"Har har."

"Come along, Dia. We'll leave your mothers to their own celebration." Winter told her, extending a gloved hand. "They will be joining us later, yes?"

"Y-Yeah." Winter smirked at Ruby and lead her niece away. Blake and Yang followed after them, but not before Yang gave her sister an overly exaggerated wink.

Weiss trailed her hand down Ruby's shoulder, enjoying the way her wife shuddered at the touch. The small whimper Ruby made sent a thrill of excitement through her.

"Back to the car, Ruby." Weiss silently cycled through their favourite isolated dating spots. Oh, the possibilities were endless. "I think it's time we tested if my car seats are as sturdy as advertised."

[rwbyremnants]

THIS CHAPTER: WhiteRose: facial, intimate conversation.

Crosshares (Coco/Velvet): Dom/sub, petplay, collars, strap-on sex, cunnilingus, bridling, doggy style, anal fingering, squirting/female ejaculation, strap-on fellatio, aftercare. 

NOTES: YAY FOR VOLUME 5! I got an early look at it in theaters and so far, so good! To commemorate it coming out for First Members I figured I would make sure to release a chapter today. Let's hope this season doesn't wreck us like 3 did haha! Sorry again for the sidetracking, though at least this is Crosshares, which there should definitely be more fic of. Also, White Rose moments. Next up… we’re coming up to the end of the fic in these next 5 chapters, and it’s about to get a LOT kinkier. Strap in (or strap on)!

=Chapter 25

Yang wasn't the only Xiao Long sister having her Dust-grown dick sated. Ruby had just thrown her head back against the pillows of her bed, groaning out to the high heavens as she gained her own release. Weiss wasn't exactly going to miss the chance to play with her partner's length when it was so obviously present and ready for action.

Once finished however, she pulled up the sheets that had covered her lower half, and the entirety of Weiss. She had been told not to look, apparently because the heiress was slightly more nervous about being seen in such a vulnerable position, but now the deed was done, she needed to peek. And she would stay quiet until she spoke first.

The heiress had splotches of Ruby's cream all over her face, and though when the sheets lifted she had been smiling contentedly, now she blushed a deep scarlet when she noticed Ruby could see her. However, she looked less angry and more ashamed of herself as she averted her gaze.

"J-just..." Clearing her throat, her voice was even quieter when she said, "I'd explain but you would probably make fun of me."

"N-nah... I'm too tired for that." She laughed and panted, holding the duvet up to allow Weiss to catch her breath again, and to invite her back up again. She was certainly not too tired for a cuddle.

"I just... so I've heard that... men like it when girls allow themselves to be covered with this," she began as she crawled up to flop down next to her partner. "And I thought I might find out what the big deal is, and also whether or not you, not being a man but having a man-part currently, would enjoy this. That's all."

Tilting her head, she examined the features more closely. Yes, it was rather interesting to see Weiss covered in small bits of her own juices, like she owned her. But it also made things a little awkward. To put it in clearer terms, she wouldn't kiss her currently.

"It's okay, I guess… But I think we should clean you up."

"R-right!" Weiss laughed nervously. "This was silly, wasn't it? It's silly to want to try it... and... to kind of like having you all over me, right?"

Grabbing the tissue on the bedside desk, she placed a hand on her cheek, very slowly using the other to wipe away the small dots of white on her. Of course, all while she did so, the blush remained there, and she even chuckled, "Heh... I guess that part of it is… kinda hot."

The warmth of the laugh finally made Weiss relax a little. "Of course, the novelty wears off rather quickly, so, um... thank you." Then her smile grew slightly mischievous. "You were really ready to go, weren't you? Practically demanded I service you the minute you got in the door." Narrowing her eyes, she then folded both arms across her chest. "Speaking of which… where on Remnant did you leave your panties?"

"O-oh! You noticed, huh?" But Weiss wasn’t budging. This was something she didn't quite know how to answer. Was she to tell of her adventure with Blake? She'd just come to terms with her feelings with Weiss; would it really be a good idea to then blow it with that confession?

But she couldn't lie. No matter what, she couldn't; not to the woman she loved. "…Blake. She’s got ‘em."

"Blake borrowed your panties? Huh... I didn't know you two were the same size." Weiss sighed as she snuggled against Ruby's side, face now relatively clean and holding only the tiniest hint of pink in her cheeks. Even though she had not climaxed herself - though helping Ruby had awakened her urges very slightly - she found herself quite contented to leave things as they were this time.

"Well… not exactly." Now she'd really thrown herself in it. "We kinda, um, had an encounter. I wanted to know more about how to pleasure… what you have right now. And she wanted to know about what I have, since Yang has one sometimes now. So we… kinda had show and tell, heh."

"You what?!" It wasn't an angry exclamation, but there was definite shock. "You and Blake?! How long has this been going on?"

What was once a calm blush and an elated grin had been replaced with a nervous disposition. Hunched shoulders, and eyes wide in fear. "I-it hasn't been ‘going on’. Nothing is going on!"

"But you just said you... I mean, if nothing's going on, what did you guys do, compare schematic drawings?!" Then she remembered another aspect of Ruby's confession. "And why would she need to keep your underwear?!"

"I... We... I don't know!" Close to tears already after such a short time, Ruby was lost for words. She could have ruined everything in one stupid night. How on earth could she explain this correctly. "I never really… practiced. On myself, I mean. I didn't know how to do anything for you when you don’t have a Dust-dick. S-so Blake offered to help me learn what to do with a vagina… so I can be good at it, eventually." Already, the water was coming to her eyes. "B-but no, I was wrong, I know I was! I-I shouldn't have done it, I should have asked, I- I-"

Stricken at the sudden change in Ruby's mood, Weiss fidgeted with her hand. This wasn't her strong suit, comforting distraught friends. How did one go about this? Obviously, all her anger and exasperation had been thrown out the window, but now she wasn't sure how to make that clear.

"Well... I would have appreciated you letting me know you were planning to do something like that beforehand." Not quite right. Placing a hand on Ruby's shoulder, she tried again. "But... I suppose it would be rather hypocritical of me to fault you for doing anything with Blake when technically, so have I."

"I know, I should have. And I would! But it sorta just… happened. I was asking Blake for tips, she asked what for and why, then we got… carried away." It was the truth, except with pieces left out. Ruby knew how to satisfy a sex enough to being a quick climax, and probably knew how to drive Weiss insane with desire. What would she possibly want additional teaching for?

"So that's why your phallus looked so... so red." For whatever reason, though Weiss did feel mildly turned on by the notion of Ruby having a sudden "encounter", she also felt an irrational jealousy bubbling up. It wasn't right, not even remotely, but she wanted Ruby all to herself. Despite the fact that she had expected Ruby to share her with Yang. Was she insane?

"Um... did you enjoy yourself? Did you learn a lot, did she?"

"We learned a lot, yes. She learned more than me, though, because we were interrupted by Jaune and Pyrrha. Had to hide before I could hold up my end of the deal." She had purposefully left out the answer to the question of enjoyment.

"Jaune and Pyrrha? Wait, wait, that's... that's not the point. I mean, where did this happen?" She felt as if her brain was being pulled in a dozen different directions.

As was Ruby's. The answers were hard to come up with, even if they happened just an hour or so ago! "T-the library, in the romance section? I was, um, looking for books about this…"

Now Weiss definitely felt turned on at the idea of Ruby being so indiscreet in such a public place, even while she was fighting the strange urge to track down Blake and give her a swift kick in the behind. "That's... interesting." Cheeks warming again, she cleared her throat to provide an excuse for that. "Well, like I said, I... don't have any right to tell you not to do that, considering our current arrangement. If you and she wanted to... have more lessons, even. You aren't my servant; obviously you're free to do whatever makes you happy."

"That's just it." She found herself turning in the heiress's direction, looking right up and into her eyes. What was about to be said, wouldn't be easy. But nonetheless, it was needed. "It was a fun lesson, and yeah, I enjoyed myself. But it's…" Swallowing, she attempted to let the last few words out. "She’s not you ."

"Oh?" That could mean a LOT. But she was afraid of being wrong. Weiss decided to keep playing things casually with her words, but she saw no reason not to caress the shoulder she was gripping with her thumb. "And... is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

It was now or never. If Ruby was going to allow herself to get really mushy, now was the chance. "I wanted tips, to impress you. So that, when I’m in the mood for more than snuggles and kisses, I'm actually good at it. Because I want to make you happy. Want to make only you happy."

A few seconds passed as Weiss took those words in, mulled them around. "I s-see... that's really what you want? To make me happy? Even though I'm such a selfish jerk most of the time?" It was hard for her to reconcile this confession with the news that Ruby had been intimate with Blake earlier the same evening, even knowing it was merely an educational endeavour. Her head felt hazy, but down deep beneath the confusion and fear, she felt a prickle of something new. Something that, if she had to give it a name, could be "joy". Finally, she managed to whisper, “Wow.”

There was so much more to it than that. So many words she wanted to say. About everything to do with her, her smile, her laugh, how even when she was grumpy she somehow looked very cute. But the smaller girl was far too awkward to say any of that. And even more awkward to say the word she knew it meant: love. All she could do was press her face against her neck, nuzzling into her to hide her face from view, as she nodded.

"Ruby..." She had to do something more. She had to speak up, to at least try to compete with this tender thing Ruby had told her - especially because she had already heard the "three little words" from the girl during an unguarded moment. It wasn't fair for Ruby to always be the one telling Weiss how much she meant while she never gave her anything in return.

"Do... I make you happy?" she finally asked in a fearful whisper. "I mean really, not just sort of happy or happy once in a while."

"Yes." There was no hesitation. As Ruby huddled up to the girl, she couldn't even hesitate to answer that question. "You make me… very happy. Just want to do the same for you."

"But you do. So much!" Hesitating only for a moment or two, hoping she wasn't about to make a mistake, she blurted, "And I don't care how many times either of us 'explores' with other people, that's- it doesn't matter in the end, does it? As long as you and I, w-we're the ones who hold each other at the end of the night!"

The words brought a smile to Ruby's lips. She knew this was hard for Weiss. Extremely so. She'd been raised to keep those sorts of emotions to herself, and to remain calm and composed. And although she had never said it herself, Ruby was fairly confident Weiss's father wouldn't exactly be over the moon with having a daughter who had a girlfriend.

But if this was to be, that would be hurdle to be jumped over at another time. Now, there was a different one.

"Do you love me?"

"What?!" Weiss squeaked, voice sounding high and strained. "Th-that's an absurd question! Wh-what is 'love', anyway? Obviously I do or I wouldn't be cuddling with you right now! Gosh!" One of her hands fisted in Ruby's short, sporty hair. Yes, clearly she did; she was simply abysmal at showing it.

It was confirmed. Weiss loved her. Weiss Schnee actually loved her! She wanted to scream, she wanted to call to the high heavens that she was in love, that they both were. But more importantly, she wanted Weiss. And rather than poke about for more information, she sought to put her new knowledge to the test.

A hand delicately cupped her cheek, making her look toward her so their eye contact could lock again. Lips a hair apart, she whispered softly, "I love you, too."

"Oh, ugh," Weiss grimaced, though without any real conviction. "Why do you have to be such a sap all the time? Is that some sort of patented Ruby Rose modus operandi?" Then she leaned in and left a light peck on her lips. "But I... I do..." She tried quite hard, hoping to find more courage than she possessed, but in the end her eyes had to close before she could finish. "Love you."

With her own eyes also closing, she soon leant forward, pressing her lips into Weiss's as she began kneading them gently. Just as Blake taught her, she slowed right down, making an effort to feel closer to her before progressing any longer. And she was right. The kiss felt softer, yet more intense. Slower, yet it made her heart race! She wanted more, yes. But working to get there would be so much sweeter.

Surprised by the tenderness that replaced Ruby's usual eagerness, Weiss hummed in appreciation as her hand trailed through the hair of her partner, drinking in every sensation. When her leg raised up higher, she even felt the soft wet length that remained exposed - and felt no real physical reaction, no urge to either pull away or reinitiate their carnal activities. It was just part of Ruby, however temporarily, and she allowed her leg to rest against it fully to show just how little it mattered.

Several minutes later, she pulled away and breathed, "Wow, I don't know how anybody could ever not love you."

"Oh, I'm not that big of a deal... Just a normal girl, with normal knees." Well aware that it sounded ridiculous on its own, Ruby decided to distract her by brushing her nose across the heiress's, smiling softly.

"Mmmmh," Weiss couldn't help but breathe at Ruby's affectionate action. Already, she felt herself beginning to doze. "I like your normal knees..."

"I like your normal knees, too." She smiled, kissing her forehead gently, before huddling into the girl's side. Thanks to their similar sizes, either position suited either girl. It mattered not to them who would be the big spoon.

As Weiss drifted off to sleep, a couple of thoughts warred within her mind. Firstly, that she was fiercely protective of Ruby's well-being; if she had told her anyone other than Blake wanted to do things "for educational purposes", she might have gone screaming off down the hall after them. She was aware by now that both of them were just as inexperienced, so it made sense that they would finally try things out together just to learn. Secondly, that even though she still lusted after Yang, and even Blake to a far lesser degree, that if she were being forced to choose between all of them, there wasn't even a choice to be made.

And thirdly, that she had a plan for their next outing into the forest… but maybe before then, she could think of some other fun things to try. A few stray thoughts that were bumping around in her head. But before that came to pass, there would need to be a few discussions. Best to sleep on it for now.

The funny thing was, she had no idea that other discussions would be taking place at the same time, or shortly thereafter. Including one that wasn’t even amongst the members of Team RWBY, but another team…

"So with things g-going as well as they are with myself and Carmine," Velvet's timid voice spoke into the room, "I've been thinking... am I ready to take the next step? She's putting out every signal that she wants to take me to bed, and that's something I'm fairly sure I want now, but obviously I don't want to jump the gun! So sh-should I go on with it, or is it too soon? Please, I don't trust myself to make this decision!"

"Hmm... That is a concern. How long did you say you'd been seeing her again?" The other woman found herself stroking the rabbit Faunus's hair, and her ears. Stroking right from her head to her bare lower back. In fact, she had been doing that for a fair while. The two had began to talk about how Velvet's personal life had been progressing, and from the sounds of things it hadn't. Most people would chat about such things over a meal, or coffee.

Not Coco Adel and Velvet Scarlatina. They were in the beginning stages of their ‘play’.

Velvet wore nothing, apart from a leather collar and leash. Her ‘master’, wearing a rather form-fitting corset and garters, along with her usual sunglasses and beret, held the leash firmly in her iron grip. Before every session, they allowed for a moment to get used to one another's presence whilst in their attire, to keep things casual before they really got things going. Today, that was when Velvet began to talk.

"A little over a week." The lower Coco stroked along her back, the higher her hips rose to meet the hand. Though her conscious mind hated to have it touched, her tiny tail began to tingle in anticipation. She only hated to have it touched because she didn't know how to react to the intensity of the sensation. "Is that too long? We both make moves, then someone will get too uncomfortable to do anything more, and... I mean, should I just have a few pints and let myself get swept along?"

Delivering a soft scratch to said area above her tail, Coco mused on that question. As experienced as she was, dating never was her strong suit. She'd tried it and it wasn’t her speed. Sex – hell yes. Romance – not so much.

"Perhaps a quiet drink between you two would be the best plan. You mentioned she had an apartment? See if you both could have a night in with some drinks. Loosen things up."

Nodding and gulping, Velvet fought down a reaction to the sensation. It was building and she knew it was going to happen, but did her body have to make it so easy? "Y-yes, perhaps that's b-best."

Too late. Before she could stop herself, she was rolling onto her back and holding her arms and legs in the air, face flushing very slightly at what her Faunus instincts were encouraging her to do against her human wishes.

"Good girl…" That was more in-character this time. Their play was about to begin; that much was made obvious when she tugged at the lead, pulling the Faunus's head closer to her for a moment. This allowed her to see the wide smirk on her face. "Do you want a treat then, pet?"

"Yes, Master," she sighed contentedly. Though she was always anxious to see what direction their play might take, she was never scared - not since their first session. That had been an awful one in which she used their safeword, breaking down crying, but Coco had held her and comforted her so completely that from then on, she was never frightened in her chamber of demented pleasures again.

"Alright then. Sit." The first command. It was definitely a simple one, just to get started. As she waited, she continued to give advice; sometimes they would do two things at once like that. "Why not ask her if she wants to? It may be awkward, but it makes things clear that way. Cut through the bullshit."

"Really?" Velvet asked, even as she rolled over and pushed up onto her knees, both hands palm-down on the floor. Hoping it would further please her master, she even took the pained effort to force her tail to wag - underdeveloped as it was, this was not an easy feat for her. "Just like that, right out with it?"

"Yeah. I mean... Look, you know I'm not very good at relationship stuff, but it's about communication, right? No matter how awkward it may seem." The actions certainly did please, and made Coco lean down toward her pet's neck, whispering softly before delivering a soft peck to it. "Very good."

A quiet sigh fell from Velvet at the contact, and she leaned very slightly toward the lips - but not too much. That was frowned upon. "I just don't want her thinking I'm... some sort of tramp who is only after a good time. It has been a while, though..."

"Then tell her. It sounds like she's just as awkward, too, but fumbling around gets you nowhere." Parting from the girl's neck, she then sat back on the bed again, twirling her finger to gesture her next trick. "Roll over."

Without hesitation, she bent forward to crouch lower and rolled onto her back, then further over until she was upright on her hands and knees again. Her collar fit just loosely enough that it spun as she did, so there was no complication there.

"Hopefully you'll get to meet her, Coco. You'll never meet a sweeter girl, or smarter - you'd be surprised how much she knows, especially since most smart ones end up being snobbish!"

Another kiss was delivered as a reward, this time to her jawline, and for longer. The treats were getting more intense, which meant the tricks were too. "She does sound like a lovely girl, so long as she treats you right."

And then she pointed to the bedside table, specifically to one particular drawer. From their previous sessions, Velvet would know exactly what was meant when she demanded, "Fetch."

"Yes, Master!" She dashed to the drawer, then looked over her shoulder questioningly. "Hands, or no hands? W-we forgot to settle on that beforehand."

"No hands, pet. Not tonight." Coco smirked, lowering her glasses to get a decent look at her teammate.

A slight flush stole over the pet's face. She tried not to show how much more she liked it when she had even less humanity during their play. Most people – especially the White Fang supporters – would never understand how much this appealed to her baser instincts. They would tell her she was undercutting the efforts for Faunus equality… but this wasn’t about how they were treated in normal society. It was about what gave her comfort at the end of her day, behind closed doors. That and that alone. And as long as Coco understood that, they could have a very special brand of fun together.

Keeping her palms on the floor, she used her nose to nudge at the handle a few times until the drawer was open an inch or so, then wedged her chin in the gap to drag it the rest of the way open. Once she had accomplished that, she clamped her teeth down as delicately as she could around one of the leather straps sticking up out of the drawer and crawled back over to Coco, the silicon phallus swinging back and forth as she did so.

"Gooood girl." Once she had returned, she held her hand underneath her mouth. "Drop it." Which Velvet did immediately, smiling up at her master. Again, she wagged her tail, this time making her hips move a bit with it. Hopefully Coco wouldn't check very soon, but she was already quite wet in anticipation.

She spared no time. Right from when it was dropped into her hand, she began to slide the straps up her legs, putting them into position for the best fit. "Didn't you say she dated Blake before? The black-haired girl in first year, right?"

"Hm?" Sitting back on her haunches, she simply waited patiently with her body while Coco prepared and they spoke. "Oh... that's right, she did mention that. What of it?"

"She's a little young, ain't she? Or am I missing something? Thought you said she was already in a professional field." Once fully strapped in, she then sat back onto the bed again, confidently commanding, "Beg."

Sitting up higher, Velvet held both fists under her chin and tilted her head to one side. "She is, but... alright, I would probably have been more careful to check on that myself, but she didn't know her age at the time. I can't really find fault, it's not my place."

"Good girl... Bend over." There wasn't a reward that time, mainly because the reward was about to come from the actions of the girl in command. But as she eagerly awaited for Velvet to get ready, she mused a little more. "Oh, okay that makes sense. Gotta be careful with that."

"Yeah. Mostly, I feel sorry for her not knowing... Blake should have spoken up far earlier." Leaning forward again, she made sure her hindquarters were raised slightly more than she normally would have comfortably. "Should I turn around?"

"Yeah, I agree. But again, this is why communication is key. Like in this case, it is." And with a chuckle, added, "Yes, I do want you to turn around. Silly rabbit."

"Yes, Master." Turning artfully, she presented herself fully to Coco, thighs twitching in anticipation. "I... I'm sorry for the mess back there."

"Mess? What mess, pet?" Kneeling down behind her, she pulled the leash quite firmly, making sure that she remained where she was close to the ground, as she went to inspect the wetness between Velvet's legs.

"Oh deary me... Someone is getting overexcited."

"S-sorry!" Velvet lamented again, ducking her head down between her shoulders, wishing she couldn't feel droplets of moisture running down her inner thighs. "I t-tried not to this time, but I can't help it!"

"Well, I'm going to have to clean this up, aren't I?" she asked, pressing her hand against the wetness there, slowly pressing her fingers into the folds as she began to stroke the length of them. Now was a time to enjoy the movements in silence for most people. But not these teammates. "So, when are you next going out?"

A moan rose out of her and slowly tapered off. "T-tomorrow night, actually. She wants to take me to a fancy restaurant and treat me to a dessert, says... says it's cute when I make a fuss about sweets."

"Oooh, that sounds fun. Just don't get yourself into a sugar rush. You know how that ends up," she teased, not only about their conversation, but in their play as well. Then she continued to tease by circling her clit just the once while she was up there, then bringing her fingers back down... And again... And again...

"Mmnnhhhh," she sighed with deep gratitude, carefully holding herself completely still. There was no need for her to push backward, or widen her legs, or do anything at all; her Master would take care of her. As always, she would take care of everything. "I... I won't, I'll just have enough f-for a treat!"

How Coco was able to keep up normal conversation was a mystery. Especially as her own sex was beginning to grow warm with desire. She too would be in Velvet's state at this rate. "Some ice cream or something?" Drawing her hand away at last, she pulled the lead through her arms and legs, resting them just under her knee to trap her head in position. Low down. The only view she would get would be that of her own sex from there.

And she was allowed to witness as Coco held the phallus into her hand, lining it up with her entrance once confident the area was wet enough.

"Y-yes," Velvet agreed, stomach doing somersaults as she waited with bated breath for Coco to enter, watched another droplet fall from her own well-prepared entrance. Sometimes her master eased into it gently, sometimes she rammed into her without any consideration. This could be either night. "And y-you know how I like... strawberries."

"Strawberry sundae. Perfect." Tonight was going to be a gentle night it seemed, and Coco very slowly pushed her way into the pinned Faunus girl, slowly working inward. The ramming could be done later, she thought.

"AhhhhHHHhhnnn!" spilled musically from the Faunus's throat. It always felt so good to be claimed by her master this way! There had been some other aspects of play she somewhat wanted to try tonight, but she wasn't to bring them up or ask for them in the middle of proceedings; that was to be taken care of before they started. Maybe next time.

If there ever was a next time. Of course Carm had other sexual liaisons, and there was no reason she shouldn't, but... if they started seriously seeing each other, the arrangement may have to change. She wasn't sure. Part of her would be sad not to have Coco as a Master anymore if that's how things wound up, but in the end they would always be friends - and Coco could find new pets.

"Aaaand there we go." She smiled, grinding her hips around against Velvet's once her phallus was buried deep inside if her, trying to test the sensations. Caress her inner walls.

More gasps and pants of pleasure filled the air. Not much more would be needed to send her over the edge this time; all the near-misses with Carm resulted in one extremely frustrated libido. Her clit cried out to be touched, but this wasn't a day in which she could do anything of the sort, and so she only arched her back more, provided a more inviting target for her master.

Even wagging the fluffy tail again, feeling her own sex heat up from the difficult action. Why were those areas connected in her body? Wasn't that strange?

"So, how much do you want tonight?" she asked, keeping the phallus still to allow her pet to concentrate for a short moment. It wasn't something she usually asked, but with her going out later, she felt the need to ask. She wasn't exactly going to go too hard if she would need to recover.

"Ahh... hahh..." Gulping, Velvet tried to make her mind less cloudy. Did she want the cattle prod again? No, that would probably wear her out and might leave her body too sore tomorrow. Then she remembered what she had been thinking about a minute or so ago. "The... put the bit in my mouth? Ride me like that?"

"The bit, eh? You up for trying that this time around?" Although she then drew the phallus back out of her again, heading over to the drawer to fetch said bit. However she then realised; she wouldn't be able to talk. "What's the safety signal going to be? Cause I'm gonna keep going till you tell me to stop."

Velvet nearly shed tears at the sudden exit, but she forced herself to take a few breaths so she would be able to answer. "W-we... I'll paw at my ear again, like the time you had me tied up and I was fellating you. Is... is that alright?"

Taking the bit out of the drawer, she paced slowly back over to Velvet again, but this time, when she grasped the lead again, she pulled her upward suddenly, parting her legs. "Perfect. One more trick first."

"H-huh?" Velvet asked. She could be asking for a few different things; by now, the pet already knew most of her master's appetites. Unfortunately, there were too many appetites to choose from, so she decided to be blunt instead of dancing around it. "What does Master want?"

Yanking the lead upward once again, she managed to pull Velvet's head up toward her inner thighs, up to her own soaking wet folds where they lay between leather straps. The trick was now obvious.

"Lick."

Cringing involuntarily at the feeling of the wet length resting against her own forehead, especially knowing it was her own juices making it so wet, Velvet fell to licking immediately, switching between cleaning the outside and the inside. Coco was delicious but sharp, as always. She wanted to use her hands to better spread her, but she wasn't allowed today, so she merely placed them on her thighs for support as any other animal might.

"Hhhmmm," she sighed contentedly right away, placing her other hands on the woman's scalp to keep her friend still. Parting her legs slightly more, she spread herself further to assist in her actions.

But between slight gasps of pleasure, she looked down toward her. "Maybe don't start with s-s-such intense stuff as t-this..."

With a light blush, she pulled back to gaze up at her master. "You m-mean... with you, or with Carm?" After asking, she fell back to work. In point of fact, she felt incredibly flattered to get to touch Coco's sex directly; that was a rarity. Usually she would be asked to wear a phallus, then tied up and ridden, or else it would be worn backwards and she would be mounted and literally ridden around the room. Once, they had fitted a rubber sleeve around both of her ears... that had been a unique experience.

"With Carm. You wanna go s-sloooooww- more on the clit." Her advice turned straight back to their play again once Velvet went back to her licking, as she began to grind herself against Velvet's actions.

Nodding and filing away the advice, Velvet began to tease the clit at the end of every lick, swirling her tongue around the tiny nub with relish. She loved the feel of it in her mouth, how much larger and pronounced it was versus her own tiny, nigh-invisible button. Coco had bemoaned that on a few occasions. But this was a clit a girl could really work with! And she did - hungrily.

"Aaaah! Ooh... Yes!!!" she groaned once more, tipping her head back as she relished in the feeling. Velvet was good, very good!

But she wanted to tease Velvet more. And so, she pulled herself away, taking a moment to swallow and regain her breath. But before Velvet could be allowed to close her mouth, Coco held it open, placing the bit into it. "Back to the ground."

A delicious shame shot through her body at having the bit stuck in her mouth. It was what she wanted; to be the pet, to really lose herself in the role for a few minutes. This was so much easier than navigating the real world.

Nodding, she lowered herself back to hands and knees, blinking up at her master with large eyes as her lips settled more comfortably around the soft bit. It was designed for a human mouth, and much kinder to teeth than a real one would be. For good measure, she moved her backside back and forth very slightly to show that she was ready and willing to please.

This time, Coco wouldn't be as kind. Even if it was to give her the treat. Aligning the phallus with her entrance once again, she grasped the reins firmly, giving a firm tug as she threw herself forward, thrusting the entire length of the phallus into her body. Thanks to the tugging, there was no chance Velvet could escape, or back off; which made it all the sweeter.

"HHHHNGGH!" Velvet cried out around the bit in mild pain and intense pleasure. That was the ache she was after, this was the bodily punishment. She was to be used for this purpose, then rewarded by the master for doing her job. And if she enjoyed a little carnal pleasure into the deal, that was merely a bonus. Arching her back, she tried to lessen the strain on the object in her mouth and the way it tugged at the sides of her cheeks, even though she knew that to be futile. Coco was going to ride her hard until they were both satisfied.

Hearing the call of pleasure made Coco grin with delight, and caused more heat to come to her sex and cheeks again. And it was only going to continue, over and over again without stopping. She was going to be sure to keep slamming into her hard, either until she was worn out, or until Velvet used her safety signal. As was usually the case for their evenings.

That was why there was always two words. One indicated she was done for the evening, and the other indicated it was an action she didn't like. There were very few occasions when Velvet used the second one, but with everyone it drew Coco to a stop, and then back to a comforting “aftercare” session. And even at the times when Velvet would try to decline aftercare, Coco would insist on the importance of recovery.

However, once in a while Velvet wanted to ramp up the level of intensity even more than usual. The bit was gloriously degrading, and put her in her place... but maybe yet more theatrics were in order. With slow and deliberate movements, she began to pull forward, as if to race away from Coco should she let up on the reins. Playacting that she did not want her body to be used, that she yearned to escape.

"Ah ah ah…" With a very firm tug again, both on the reins and the lead, she held Velvet back in place. And to increase her punishment, she ramped up the speed. Now her movements were hard and loud, the constant smacking of Coco's hips against Velvet's rear had echoed through the room, and there was no sign of it stopping at all.

"You're not always a good girl, huh? You need discipline, is that it ?"

A deep grunt of defiance came from Velvet at the harsher treatment. What good was having a master who tamed her if she never put up any resistance? Even as her climax started to build, as wet slapping sounds filled the air, she lowered her shoulders and strained forward, turning slightly to the right to try and bolt away. Part of her needed it to be harder or she wouldn't be able to finish without her clit being touched - she had always been that way, ever since their sessions first began. Coco was only too willing to assist her there.

And another firm tug kept her back, as she pulled the leads right up by her chest. And then leaning down over her body, she began to lean toward her ear, whispering softly into it, "Silly little rabbit… someone is earning herself some very rough treatment." And right after, she delivered a firm slap to her rear, only then to reach toward it. In between her cheeks and underneath her tail was an area she loved to tease, but one she had never entered. Velvet's second opening.

"Maybe you want some of this, huh? Want me to claim your ass?"

Velvet's eyes flew wide. A mere flinch had been her reaction to the slap, but this was more than she had reckoned on dealing with tonight. Her anus was an area Coco had always loved to pay an inordinate amount of attention, one she seemed to covet equally with her other openings. Also, it was responsible for most of the times Velvet had needed to use a safeword. For some reason, she didn't mind being dragged by the neck down to lick the tops of her master's boots, or humping a table leg while being watched like a hawk, but a single fingertip resting on that tight hole made her shake like a leaf.

And shake she did, especially her head from side to side. No, that was not what she wanted... but she didn't use the word, or the gesture that was taking its place currently. Not yet. Maybe Coco only meant to tease her there again, not to do as she had threatened. Her subservient mind needed to give all that she could right up to the point she honestly could take no more.

"No? Are you suuuure?"

And as she continued to slam herself against Coco's sex, her finger never left that area. In fact, it began to circle the ring of muscle over and over again. Even though she had said so about this, she was able to feel how her muscles were reacting to such a thing. How the muscle quivered and spasmed.

Of course, Coco wouldn't go in; not tonight. With her lover expected to be going out at some point, the last thing she wanted to do was leave her unable to sit down properly.

Most definitely against her conscious will, Velvet panted and moaned around the bit as the thick length pounded into her - and as her secondary entrance was casually explored. Every circuit of the tiny ring left her mind screaming with conflicting emotions, her legs trembling. Of course she liked it; Master knew best. She just didn't want to like it.

And as was usually the case when Coco decided to play with her rear, Velvet felt her orgasm building twice as fast as before, but she forced herself to hang on, to try her best to pretend it wasn't happening. That the action she resented wasn't so erotic that it was going to send her reeling into the finish line so soon.

"Come on, you know you want to have an orgasm now... And then another, and then another…" As was normally the case, she would usually continue right up until one of them could take no more. It didn't matter the amount of orgasms usually, but it was very rare Coco left Velvet at one. Despite her appearance, and her personality, Velvet could go for quite a while.

And so slamming over and over, she adjusted herself slightly to hit the special set of nerves. The ones that made Velvet's heart race. That was all it took for her to crash through the barrier into her first. She had already been on the brink from the semi-unwelcome attentions with the finger, so it only took that angling downward to make all the difference. Screaming into the material of the obstruction in her mouth, she rode wave after wave of sharp pleasure that pierced through her mental fuzziness.

The worst aspect of the fact that Velvet was capable of multiples was another unique trait: she was also what was most commonly referred to as a "squirter". This had horrified both herself and Coco the first time it occurred, but once they realised it was not the substance they had originally feared, Coco came to regard it as a charming quirk. It amused her that thin jets of clear pleasure would splash over her - or down upon floor, calves, and boots, as it was presently.

But no matter how bad it got, Coco did not stop. As she could feel the slight additional tightness from Velvet's inner walls contracting, she only thrust even harder against said area, hoping to spur on another orgasm quickly and swiftly. And whilst doing that, she tugged at the bit harder, to the point of managing to yank her off the floor. Their actions were terribly rough, in extreme contrast to Velvet and Carm's soft actions.

Flailing both hands in the open air, Velvet felt a startling vertigo as she had no way to brace herself, no recourse. It was only for a few seconds, but she felt as if she were free-falling. It was the kind of exhilaration she could only derive from these sessions… and from simple moments with her new paramour.

Another orgasm rose to the surface. It wasn't quite as easy to break as the first had been, but she knew it wouldn't take much more - though her master was riding her no less hard than before, still slamming her hips into a fleshy backside with reckless abandon. For sheer theatrics, she let out a loud, long whimper.

Grinning mischievously, she took her finger away from Velvet's rear end, she instead reached even lower. She knew what Velvet craved, her clit to have some attention. And in a rare moment of generosity, she obliged. Reaching around, as she continued to thrust into the sex, she pressed her finger against her clit, circling it just as fast as her movements. She really wasn't letting up this evening, not until she begged for mercy.

Instantly, the pet screamed against the bridle as a second climax crashed through her entire being. More thin liquid splashed over her own legs. Seconds. It only took seconds from when she began touching her clit for it to happen. She must have been really hard up if they were coming this easily!

Yet the thrusts were not relenting. Not in the slightest. Her sex was just beginning to feel rubbed raw, but she continued to enjoy it vaguely, as if through a thick fog. Aching was setting into her muscles from how often they were spasming, from her position in the floor. Her cheeks were in pain from the bit. Why couldn't she simply ask Coco to stop? More honestly - why didn't she want to stop yet? What more could they do now that she had already climaxed twice?

"Hmmm you are resilient tonight. I'm glad it's tomorrow night you're busy; plenty of time for me to keep you going."

That was slightly out of character. Truth be told, she did enjoy her playtime with her friend. And if this was to be one of the final times with her, she wanted to make the most of it. Yes, she had Fox on occasion, but it was a pleasure to have experience with pets of both genders. And still be dominant. Just as the Faunus seemed to desire, she continued the brutal pace regardless of the orgasms oncoming. How did Velvet keep going?

Slightly unusual for their sessions no matter how long, Velvet widened her stance. She usually played her part, simply took the physical torture and loved it - she didn't respond favourably no matter how favourably her body received the treatment. Now, however... she was widening her legs. She was slamming her hips back against the savage assault on her sensitive flesh. Maybe she couldn't in actuality, but part of her seemed to believe she really could keep this up forever.

But Coco could not. For the first time, whilst still continuing her assault, she found herself panting for breath. Her own legs were aching, her hand was cramping. If this continued for any longer, she would end up having to give up herself. She couldn't allow that. There was no way she would allow for it.

So to hide her panting, or any of her own moans, she instead pulled Velvet right up against her, biting very firmly into her skin. Her hopes were that the pain would be enough to push her over the edge. She wouldn't accept defeat any other way.

Luckily for her master, that turned out to be just the thing; it had been quite some time since Coco had last used her teeth so suddenly like that, and Velvet's worn out body was ill-prepared for such a sudden flash of pleasurable pain. This third orgasm was quite a bit weaker than the first two had been, but she stopped her own gyrations and shivered and moaned all the same, delighting in the tingling sensation that rose up the backs of her thighs. So glorious.

Finally retracting back, she asked in a gruff voice, "Have you... Had enough? Are you... ready to end this yet?"

Hearing the weariness in her master's voice, the pet batted at her ear once, then tapped the bit in her mouth with a knuckle. At the very least, she wanted to be able to speak again.

Coco understood the sign; that Velvet only meant the bit. But as she was getting weary and tired, she deliberately made out she misunderstood. She used the chance to stop her movements entirely, taking a small moment to catch her breath, and stop her movements against her clit. Only then did she instead wrap her arms around her lovingly, delivering a much softer kiss to her neck.

"Hnn..."

"Hmhh?" Apparently, playtime had drawn to a close before Velvet was expecting it. Reaching up, she flicked the bit far enough forward so she could spit it out, where it hung loosely under her chin. "Master, are you alright?"

Then she flinched. She hadn't meant to call her that; it was probably because there had been no official "end" to their session. Still, she needed to know the answer to her question.

That question had a rather simple answer. With another light spank to her cheek, she smiled softly to her lover, continuing the loving cuddle while she had her upright. "Absolutely. Just exhausted."

Finally hugging back, she whispered, "Too exhausted for me t-to... reciprocate? I know you don't always want me to, but you helped me get off three times; it hardly seems fair."

Raising one of her eyebrows, she looked up toward her rabbit-eared friend. It was true she wanted the favour returned, but allowing her to have that power was never quite something she liked. "How do you suggest?"

The wariness in Coco's tone made Velvet duck her head. "N-no, I... didn't mean the full 'pet' treatment, though I wouldn't be opposed! Just... using my mouth for a bit. Or my hand. B-but I don't have to if you don't want me to!"

"Hmm…" It would be nice to have 'full service' from her lover, demanding sexual acts from her as she relaxed and accepted. And so, releasing her grip, she smiled. "Alright then. Take me."

Already, Velvet found herself missing Coco's warmth, but she had a whole new source of warmth now. She was going to be given the chance to grant her master pleasure - one that didn't come along often. Her heart raced as she was suddenly expected to do things on her own, to think while in the moment. Could she do this?

Then she reminded herself that she would be expected to do this someday with Carmine. Perhaps someday soon. Gulping, she began to gently caress Coco's outer thigh, just a sensual gesture that didn't go too far. "H-how do you want me to take you?"

"Surprise me."

This was indeed a test of Velvet's independence. She knew Velvet always preferred power to be out of her hands, never in it. But it was a skill she would need. Closing her eyes, she laid back on the ground, parting her legs to allow Velvet entry however she pleased. Fingers or tongue, she didn't mind.

Now she was really on the spot. Where should she start? Where would she be allowed to start? Coco's smile wasn't smug exactly, but there was a very slight challenge to accompany the affection and satisfaction. Acting on instinct, she dropped her mouth to the phallus, still slick with her own juices, and began to lick along the surface as her hands gently caressed both of her inner thighs. Perhaps a little pre-show before she moved along to the main event.

Behind the sunglasses, she wouldn't be able to see the delighted expression. One full of desire and arousal caused by her show. This object had just brought Velvet to three orgasms in a row, and now she was licking it. Licking her own juices off it. This truly was an amazing treat.

Of course, the taste of herself normally teased Velvet, as well, but after already being sated it was merely a strange and unpleasant ordeal. Though she didn't intend to do it for long. Briefly allowing her mouth to close around the head for her master's benefit, she then released it and began to trail kisses down the length, obviously heading for somewhere specific.

"Hmmmm..." She grinned, leaning back even further and fully relaxing. She could feel her partner's hands trailing down her thighs, brushing delicately over them. It was a rather heavenly experience. "Y-you're good, you know?" she encouraged, wiggling her hips playfully. "Carm will be impressed."

"H-hopefully," she breathed. As her mouth began to trail over creamy thigh flesh, she asked, "So... I have to ask, am I still Pet-Velvet, or just Velvet now? J-just want to understand the rules right now."

"Well... Let's use this as practice for Carm. You'd be you normally. Do to me, what you think she'd like. If it's something I feel she wouldn't like, I'll tell you," she assured, resting one of her hands into Velvet's hair, scratching softly. "Knock yourself out."

Nodding as she mulled that over, the Faunus bent to kiss the soft lips beneath the harness with a firm determination. If she were going to do this as she would to Carm, there should be no nervousness, no hesitancy that might make it seem as if she didn't want to do this. There had been enough of that going on already.

Sighing contently, Coco continued to relax into Velvet's movements, parting her legs even further to allow easier access. Velvet was talented, she just lacked the confidence. It was a terrible shame that Coco always tried to assist with.

Feeling the legs opening further, she felt encouraged to allow her tongue to loll out and drift lazily from the lowest point of Coco's sex all the way up to her clit, relishing the sharpness again. So much better than her own! Making sure to moan in appreciation, she repeated the action, slower still the second time. Moaning eagerly, Coco found herself grasping at Velvet's hair. As best she could to spur on the actions even further, she wrapped her legs around her, resting them on her back to try and keep her still.

"Yeah... M-more on the clit."

"Mmhmmm." She was sure to add extra vibration to her humming of affirmation as her lips encircled the clit, hoping Coco would feel and appreciate that. Then she slid her lips further inward so her tongue could flick over its surface, feeling the tiny bump of flesh throb under her teasing. Oh, but she could do this all evening.

"Oh! Y-Yeah! T-That's good!" she managed to force out a moan. In fact, it didn’t take any forcing; Velvet was far too good at this! Thanks to her movement earlier when she was teased, she was already nearing her own limit. There was only one thing she could think of to make it better.

"I think you're r-ready to g-go in."

Pulling back, Velvet moved her hand in to glide up and down along the wetness, thoroughly coating her own digits. She wasn't planning on stopping, only asking a question. A sudden streak of curiosity stirred up within herself - she wanted to see how her normally-dominant teammate would respond.

"You... want me in? Tell me how bad you want me inside you! Let me hear!"

That was a switch. Now Velvet was becoming the dominant one in this situation. Is this really what she was going to be like with Carm? Such an odd thought astounded her. That someone so calm and ready to be the one to receive pain could so readily become the dominant party with another partner. It was interesting to experience, in so many ways. Maybe she could even teach Velvet how to do that in future. But for now…

"B-Badly. Please, put those sweet fingers in me."

The ease with which Coco complied sparked something in Velvet. It wasn't a complete reversal of their roles - she could never in all her wildest dreams be that dominant, it simply wasn't in her nature. However... she could surprise Coco by showing a flash of indignation. One of revenge.

"You asked for it. S-sorry." The muttered apology was the only way she could force herself to go through with her plan. What a miserable Dom she would make! However, she wouldn’t worry about that for the moment. Allowing her mouth to fall to the clit again, she reached down with her fingers, further and further down... and pressed gently against her master's tightly-closed ass.

"W-WHOA!"

Yelping in surprise, the legs holding Velvet in place began to twitch rather harshly, her hands gripping firmly into the girl's hair. She had not expected that at all! It was a place she had never let anyone touch, regardless of play. Her instinct was to kick her away, or shout at her, but Velvet was so sweet and patient in all ways… even this one. It was making it hard to form the words to tell her to return her focus to her other opening.

And the tongue on her clit kept going, it continued to lap at her clit, bringing her closer and closer to her limit. How could she focus on telling her off when she was getting off? "G-God… damn , Velvet!"

However, Velvet was not finished. Most of her entire body had been clenching, braced for the worst as she attempted something that seemed quite dangerous. When Coco only seemed startled instead of angry, she decided to test things even further. After all, she was constantly threatening to truly explore that part of her during play - teasing the little hole, taunting her over it. Regardless of whether or not Velvet liked the teasing, she had always wondered if Coco wanted to try it so much... because she had tried it on herself.

Which is why she kept her tongue going to distract her partner from the finger as it began to poke past the accepting muscles. It wasn't just on the verge now, it was just the barest fraction of an inch inside.

"V-Vee... VEE!"

It sounded like she was struggling to hold on now. Of course, the safe word applied to Coco as well; if she felt things were going too far, she also had the power to call it out. But she didn't want to. As much as she was nervous about it, she wanted to let Velvet explore it. Besides, Velvet was already on her way in, already bringing the usually dominant woman to a very submissive state. And close to her limit.

"J-Jesus, Vee! You're gonna... I... i'm gonna... Huuuuaaaahh..."

The lubrication from all that wetness made this so easy. Velvet even felt a tiny tingle of arousal coming back to herself from listening to Coco so out of sorts; it wasn't normal. In fact, this was the first she'd ever heard of her master losing control on the situation. Once or twice, she had purposefully allowed her pet to do things that seemed as if she were being dominant, but it was always at her direction, it was always orders being carried out. This was the first time Velvet had managed to completely catch her off her guard and bring her quivering under her power.

The flexing of the muscle was its own hypnosis, the way it opened invitingly and then tried to close again. After a few seconds, she found her finger had slid in up to the first knuckle. This was amazing! How much deeper would it go? Moreover, how much deeper could she get before Coco finished?

Not much longer, not much deeper. Coco was already at her limit, and was struggling to keep going. But she wanted to. For the sake of Velvet's future love affairs, her confidence, she wanted to see what she was capable of. So far, she was very sure that Carm was in for a wild ride.

"Y-yeah! YEAH! Make me feel it!"

Only now did Velvet feel her eyebrows shoot up. Make her feel it? Could she not feel it already?! Those words made it sound like Coco needed the finger deeper, but that would be insane. This was way past how far she expected this to go as it was! But she complied. Pushing against the resistance, the finger slowly made its way inside until it was up to the second knuckle, her mouth attacking the clit without relenting in the slightest. If this wasn't enough, maybe she would have to use both hands.

But it was. The woman couldn't hold herself back anymore. A constant attack on her clit and her rear had finally brought her to defeat, and she cried out loudly. Her back arced and raised off the floor as she felt a powerful orgasm flow over her, making her quiver all over. Oh yes, she enjoyed that very much.

And the pet knew this. Still, even with writhing of her body and the sounds from her lips, she did not withdraw from either her clit or her rear. In fact, she only stopped to take a long lick of her entire sex before more passionately feasting on the nub again, beginning to flex the digit slightly, pushing into alternating sides of her inner walls. Maybe both of them could achieve more than one climax tonight. Coco could call it off anytime if she so chose, but if she didn't…

Alas, as much as she would continue to push Velvet over and over, Coco herself could not go on. After a short while, she only felt uncomfortable with the finger still in her rear, and when the tongue constantly went against her clit. It was unfortunate that the most dominant member of the party could barely sustain herself for more then one orgasm.

"C-carrot!"

Blinking in surprise, Velvet's head shot up so fast the phallus connected with her forehead, letting out a loud, wet SLAP! as she stared at Coco. "Did... did y-you say 'carrot'?!"

"Y-yes! Okay, I c-can't take anymore!" she groaned out. This time, it was she that was reduced to a blushing mess, and she was thanking the gods that she had her sunglasses, else she would never be able to cope with the embarrassment. How could she allow herself to be dominated so easily?!

"I-I admit it... Carm's gonna be so lucky if she can g-go multiple."

A small, blissful smile began to play across Velvet's face. It wasn't the first time she'd seen Coco blush, but it was as rare as a blue moon, and this was a brighter red than she'd ever seen.

"Well," she murmured quietly as she began to very... very slowly draw the finger out, still wriggling it the tiniest bit. Just for fun. "I don't imagine I'll be doing this with Carm anytime soon! Just wanted to see... you know, if you enjoyed this sort of thing. Did you? I mean, I didn't hurt you or anything, did I?"

"N-no. No way. I really… really enjoyed it." Coco confessed. Once again she groaned as she felt the finger moving inside her rear, knowing she wouldn't be able to take much more of that. She was certainly a woman who preferred to give rather than receive. Most of the time, she wouldn't even finish. She would never allow her partners to keep going that far. Winding her up, yes. But orgasming wasn't a very common thing for her, and she preferred it that way.

"You know me, Vee. I'm quiet about what I like. But yeah, that was good."

Hearing the humiliation and frustration in Coco's voice, Velvet stopped playing and gently slid it the rest of the way out. Then she sat there with her head bowed. "Yes, I know. I'm really sorry for asking, it probably caught you in a moment of weakness and... and you wouldn't ordinarily consent to this. B-but for my part, it was quite fun! I like making you happy here." Her lips briefly pressed against a thigh. "And not just by letting you scold my body, th-though that's really important, too. But of course, that's just my desire, and you're not supposed to j-just change what you do and don't like to do for me. S-so... so yeah."

"Hey." Coco stopped her right away, managing to sit herself upright again and holding her arms out. She wanted to hold the woman in her arms again. Their cooldown session. "If this is our last session, it was pretty damn fun. And I don't mind you using me to explore. It'll help you in your future."

Gratefully, Velvet sighed as she melted against her master's embrace. It was so warm and inviting, and comforting. Coco always smelled fabulous and strong, no matter what she had been doing before. Now, the hot smell of sex interlaced with the usual potpourri of other scents. This also comforted her, which was perhaps odd but that's because she associated the scent being this strong with aftercare, with soothing words and hands petting hair.

"Who knows? Perhaps this isn't our last session. Perhaps it's just..." But she didn't elaborate. No assumptions. They would only feel worse if they promised a lot of things and then were forced to break those promises later. "We'll see, huh, bunny rabbit? See how things go." And then she began to pet her friend's hair, softly stroking it and her ears to allow her to calm down. Delivering a soft kiss to her neck.

The cooldown sessions were all about descending gently from the massive highs they had during their activities, and healing any possible emotional wounds that were caused. The first time they played and left Velvet a crying mess, Coco soothed her with lots of soft kisses, and continued to hug her closely to let her soak into her body warmth. She wouldn't release her until she was fully recovered. Now, it didn't take very long for them to both cool down. A few minutes or so.

Careful with the hand that had been "active" recently, Velvet embraced her back and lay there for another minute or so. Then she stretched her neck out and pecked Coco on the cheek. It was as close to her lips as she ever dared kiss; that was not Coco's way, and it would be rude for her to ignore a good friend's needs. Still, if the rule wasn't in place, Velvet would likely be pressing their lips together on a regular basis.

"So... any other tips for me? Or do you think I'm ready?"

The exhausted giggle seemed to explain enough. Coco was absolutely tired out. "Are you kidding me? That was amazing. I mean, wow..."

Blushing to her roots, Velvet sat up and softly caressed her master's leg before she stood, stretching her sore muscles. "Ooh... oh my, I'm quite worn out from all that! Th-think I'll just nip out and wash up, if that's alright with you. Is it?"

"Absolutely, go clean up you messy bunny." She gave a playful wink, before hauling herself up as well. Although, she could hear a faint knock at the door. "Besides, I think my one o'clock is here."

"Oh! Oh, I- whoops, one moment!" Scrambling around the room for all her discarded clothes, she managed to dress in a manner of minutes. This was only possible after months of practice, due to being barged in on by all manner of people mid-coitus. Finally, she trotted back over to Coco with her boots in one hand.

"Can you unlock my c-collar, please?"

"Hey, what are you worried about? You do remember Fox is blind, right?" There had been many occasions in which Coco had used this fact to her advantage. Dressing herself, sneaking Velvet into other rooms, slipping her clothes on... He was the only one due back at this time, it had to be him. But, as she was asked, she wandered over to Coco, gently unlocking the leather collar from her throat and placing it back into their drawer. Maybe they would even use it again someday.

"I know that! I j-just... he might have someone behind him, or who knows? Why do you always make fun of me for being s-shy?!" It was an old and feeble complaint; she didn't really take any such needlings to heart. They joked with one another in the way that Coco pretended to be mean and Velvet pretended to take offense. Rubbing her throat, she tiptoed to the side of the door on her bare feet and crouched, boots in hand, waiting to spring through the opened door once Fox had walked inside.

Coco could only chuckle to herself, quickly throwing a jacket over her own nearly naked form as she wandered over to the door. Even if Fox was followed by someone else, she didn't really care so much. It was simply another challenge to ignore them. The woman really wasn't phased by anything.

And especially not phased when she did open the door, and their ginger-haired teammate walked in. He took in one single inhale through his nostrils and smirked.

"Am I late for the party?"

Velvet tried not to die of embarrassment as she fled. But overall, she was still as happy with her sessions as ever. And she had a whole new adventure to explore with another friend soon.

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Mr Robot

Yeah, to me, this little hint in S3E1 went a **long** ways in explaining the absolute weirdness of S2E11, an episode that supposedly takes place in our normal timeline, even though it contains a scenario that is completely out-of-whack with what we know about Mr. Robot's universe. It was so weird that I wrote it off as either a dream-sequence that would be explained later. Or, if not explained later, just a lousy attempt by Esmail to fuck with viewers while engaging in film-school-masturbation. S2E11 was too absurd by Mr. Robot standards to be something that actually "happened". Think of the audacity of just kidnapping Angela, and the unpredicted risk involved. Then there's the expense to re-creating a room with that particular decor, creating a custom game for the Commodore 64, then finding a girl (through time-travel, or through normal auditions) to play a 10-year-old Angela look-alike. And I would think that transporting whiterose incognito into a suburb is a hugely complicated process given how likely it is the U.S. (and Chinese) government would keep tabs on the Chinese defense minister, nevermind the FBI's increased interest in Minister Zhang after the Dark Army shootout. And most importantly, 28 minutes of whiterose's time is extremely expensive! There didn't seem to be any in-universe non-physics-bending way to explain that S2E11 actually happened within the rest of S1 and S2, even as S2E12 contained no hint of a change in in-universe rules. But with no further reality-bending revelations in S3E1 -- combined with showing the audience a "real" photo of what the actual young Angela looked like, now we have a perfectly rational and "real" explanation for whiterose's suburban meetup with Angela, including for how elaborate and fucked up it was. We already accept that whiterose is a mastermind. We also accept that her plan for ECorp and the Washington Township plant is so important to her that assassinating the CEO of the most powerful conglomerate in history, convincing the Chinese government to lend ECorp $2 trillion interest-free, sending America into a spiral of chaos via the 5/9 hack, and murdering a bunch of FBI agents were just small steps toward accomplishing it. This means that whiterose is pretty committed to whatever her plan is, whether it is insane or not, and that she has a lot of resources committed toward achieving it. We also know and accept that Angela has been living a life as bizarre and abruptly shifting as Elliot's, from being a naive product lead of Allsafe, to being a conniving double-agent/collaborator with the conglomerate she blames for her mother's death, to being a hacker for f.society. And right before being kidnapped by whiterose, so under siege by the FBI and Dom and Ecorp that she's willing to throw away her life and freedom by confessing to the FBI. We learn in S2E11 that Angela has been heavily monitored by Dark Army/whiterose for a long time, meaning whiterose has been in possession of the facts of Angela's situation -- including Angela's potential to destroy whiterose's plan -- and has had time to think things over. We also know/assume that Angela is now seen as a very valuable asset for whiterose, based on the 28 minutes that whiterose is willing to give her. Given all that, the need to brainwash Angela is obvious. We aren't told explicitly why or how whiterose came up with such a specific setup -- and maybe there is no in-universe-explanation, other than Sam Esmali wanting to go Quentin Tarantino in making cultural references/callbacks. But even if the explanation in a later episode from whiterose is trite and simple, like "oh yeah we just wanted to mess with her mind", it's still a satisfactory explanation for how Angela became brainwashed towards whiterose's cause. Having a month or so to plan the scenario -- including finding a little-Angela-actress -- seems easily within whiterose's budget and planning. And as weird as the scene was, it *feels* like a perfectly logical plan, including how: - Angela would be specifically triggered by seeing a spitting image of herself as a little girl given how much of her character, as we know it, is defined by what happened when she was a little girl. - Angela would believe that whiterose had time-altering powers -- and/or that the little girl would constitute "proof", not because such belief is rational, but because Angela's frantic state of mind is physically unable to be rational about *anything*. - Angela would join forces with yet another strange and shady organization. Joining Dark Army -- especially to bring justice/resurrection to her dead mother -- doesn't seem that weird given that in a short period of time, Angela joined forces with ECorp's litigants, ECorp, f-society, and the FBI (if Dark Army hadn't stopped her).

[22drunkb]

If I may boldly ask: can you share your pile of lovingly collected shows that do really good things with trauma and mental illness? :)

Sure, but I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint you because it’s a really small pile! This isn’t a theme that I’ve consciously pursued, so I don’t have a list that’s at all comprehensive. It’s basically three shows I happen to have watched that I think do this well, and it’ll be obvious when I tell you what they are that what I mean by “do this well” is very narrow and specific in some ways.

LegionMr. RobotHannibal

What really grabs me about all of these is that they don’t just have a nuanced treatment of the subject, or sensitive, expressive dialogue about it. The actual operations of trauma and mental illness are worked into the stylistic and storytelling fabric of these shows. Time jumps, a complex experience of “reality” that intertwines dreams, hallucinations, and memories, dramatizations of the inner life of characters as well as the outer, and hints that something genuinely supernatural or world-bending exists beyond the characters’ minds feature in all three. 

I tend to go for this way of doing things regardless of the themes in play. (For example, Person of Interest’s entire narrative is essentially a recollection or retelling by one character, The Machine, dramatized with several idiosyncratic stylistic conventions and occasionally taking over whole episodes–but it’s not as consistent a presence, and PoI isn’t really about trauma or mental illness in the same way as the three above. Or how Part 2 of The Get Down, or The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys, uses animation to dramatize fantasies and inner life is similar in terms of stylistic choices, but again the subject matter is different.) But I think it becomes particularly effective when combined with this subject matter, as I more or less wrote about regarding Hannibal here. 

There’s a scene in Mr. Robot where Elliot is talking to us (his imaginary friend), saying he wishes he could just jump ahead to the next part where something happens, skip the dreary parts of getting there. I think about that all the time because it’s how I feel constantly. Of course everybody would love to skip to the highlights, but there’s a particular despair of waiting for time to pass that I in particular associate with some of my cognitive experiences specifically related to [various redacted conditions and experiences]. Or the sequence in early s1 where Elliot has decided he’s going to Be Normal now, he’s got it all figured out and everything’s going to be great–it’s not just the words or even the images in that sequence, it’s the way the images are photographed, the music, the pacing, etc. It’s exactly like hypomania. In episode 2 of Legion, when David is starting his memory work, the entire thrust of that episode–that there are specific memories the people trying to help him want or need to get at and he can’t let them, he can’t take them there; no matter how much he might agree with their intentions, he’ll teleport people and machines through walls to stop them because he just can’t–left me feeling raw and Personally Victimized afterward. (Not in a bad way. It wasn’t handled at all poorly. It was just…a lot.)

In Hannibal, while theoretically there is nothing supernatural going on, nothing going on is exactly natural either. (Or very little.) The world it creates is heightened and distorted because the violence and trauma–and even the joys–that pervade it have to have that effect. They are too much. The end of s2 of Mr. Robot has started to imply some mind-bending multiple-reality stuff, such that even outside of Elliot’s perspective we got that incredible Lynchian sequence with Angela and Whiterose. You can’t explain everything that’s happening to Elliot purely in terms of the problems with which his mind presents him. Again, Elliot lives in a world that is more dramatic, more conspiracy-filled, stranger and more stylized and in certain ways more plural than ours–except he doesn’t, because our world really is like that, for the most part. But it doesn’t look like that. It doesn’t sound like that. People don’t talk like that. Those stylistic choices are bringing certain aspects of the real (and the self) that conventional realism can neither contain nor present to the surface in order to get at a different kind of realism. And in Legion, we have a full-on supernatural reality with superpowers and astral planes, but most of that operates in service of the very real psychological problems of the characters.

That’s what I like. That’s what goes in the pile. And that’s why it’s so small, ha.

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