#qro just hides it better

[judgement-marshmallow]

btw I think

“q!Roier thinks q!Cellbit killing people is hot”

and

“q!Roier is equally as pissed off at the Feds as q!Cellbit and he wants to see them burn to the ground and will gladly help his husband in doing so. He’s lost so much at the hands of the Feds and he has every right in the world to be angry with them. He doesn’t see it as a red flag because he agrees with what he’s doing and will do the same.”

can co-exist

[insomniackel]

Keep in mind that for some reason English is failing me idk why it’s my first language and I never spelled so wrong in my LIFE that im like?????? So any mistakes in grammar or misspelling please tell me

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~ This is me over analyzing Doied in moments that could be just the admin being silly and torturing us ~



- Doied kinda acts like how qroier hides his pain by jokes but it comes off a bit….

(For example when the whole moment of qCellbit saying how he thought that qroier was better off without him, he wasn’t in the right state of mind, and Doied was like “I’m fine, I’m like a new person now” and then “I missed you I missed you” like how qroier acts when he’s sad but it’s reversed, qro usually says something deep and then plays it off as a joke but Doied didn’t do it in the way qroier does he did it reversed )

- Doied doesn’t immediately find caves for armor/weapons, he immediately finds a crop and then separates from the group to explore the world and collect crops to plant. Anyone who was watched Roier play hardcore Minecraft or purgatory or the start of the qsmp back in March-April from Roiers pov knows he usually gets geared quickly after an hour or two but Doied instead sees the world gen and the types of crops there are.

- Doied got downed a lot when in the spider cave. Now, that that cave was hard as shit but it’s crazy the amount of times he got downed xd, too be fair there was new mobs like that mimic chest de verga.

I dunno what else to over analyzing cause I made this post in the morning before going to a aquarium and I’m very tired -^-

[epicmoonintensifies]

The Language of Flowers

Requested by @goldenliongirl4​ | Sentence Prompt

As per usual, I got a little carried away. Fluff, angst, and Ozpin dealing with his issues. What more could you want?

Five camellias. White.

They're arranged neatly on his desk, in plain view where they can be admired, but not in such a way that they dominate his workspace. They are off to the side, soft and unobtrusive but still impossible to miss. They are meant to be seen. And seen by him, which is the strangest part of it all.

This is not Glynda's work. Obviously. The day Glynda gives him flowers is the day he dies. If even that. She seems too pragmatic to offer flowers to a gravestone, but he may be wrong. Either way, she would never do this.

Camellias. Camellias mean something, don't they? Well, all flowers do, and he used to know them by heart because, once, communication through flowers was so incredibly common, but that art has passed on. Hardly anyone knows about the language of flowers anymore. Whoever left these for him probably has less of an idea of what camellias mean than he does.

Ozpin has to pull out a dusty old book that he hasn't even touched in years in order to find the passage he wants. He's glad that he does.

Five Camellias. White. Admiration.

He finds you in Forever Falls. He believes it to be your favorite place, the haven to which you most often escape, because he knows he can find you there more often than not. And, despite it being a place to which you go to remove yourself from human company, you always seem pleased to see him.

"Do you mind if I sit with you awhile?" he asks.

You do not answer, but you smile at him, and red leaves flutter in a dancing panic across the ground. They're caught in his hair and his scarf, but he doesn't mind, mostly because he finds himself charmed by with the way those red leaves are decorating your whole body. You must have been here for a very long time.

He sits next to you. Maybe he sits too close, but he has been craving real human contact for too long to resist, and you have always welcomed his presence in such a warm and friendly way that he cannot imagine that you'll blame him for wanting to be close to someone.

"I see why you like this," he admits after a long stretch of silence.

"You're free to join me whenever you like," you reply, and Ozpin is glad.

So he sits with you until the sky dims, watching red leaves dance on the wind.

Seven petunias. Pink. Your presence soothes me.

They replace the wilting camellias. He saves one to press in a book.

Ozpin can't remember the last time he had an anxiety attack.

He has one today. It feels just about the same as last time, whenever the last time was. He's not sure.

The pressure has been building and no amount of hot cocoa can soothe this away. Pain pinches behind his chest and his head throbs and his lungs constrict and he is ready to fling himself off the side of the tower if that means that oxygen will be forced back into his body, because even though he knows that he must be breathing (he would be unconscious by now if not), he feels like he is suffocating. He is being smothered both from within and without, his heart bursting and his skin tightening, until-

-until he is on the ground, his knees giving out on him and his vision blotching as his blood roars in his ears, and he is gasping for air that he already has but can't feel, and-

-and... a breath.

Another breath. In, out. He heaves a sob of relief. He can feel the air.

In, out. Gasp. In, out. Hot tears hit cold stone.

In, out. His chest hurts. Crying makes this harder than it already is.

In, out. Think of... red leaves.

In, out. More tears streaking his face.

In, out. Forever Falls and dancing red leaves and cool, crisp air. Think of that.

In, out. Think of that. Don't stop.

In, out.

Don't stop.

Two Day Lillies. Yellow. Forget your worries.

He wonders if his mysterious flower-giver knows how appropriate this message is.

Today is better. His chest still hurts and crying has left him feeling aches in odd places, but he is not going to lose his breath today. Today, he takes time on his appearance to make himself feel better. And to wash away the blotchy, swollen evidence of his crying fit, but that doesn't matter. Not today.

Today is a good day, whether it wants to be or not.

Today, Glynda gives him an strange look that lasts a few seconds too long. He knows that she sees some remaining redness in his eyes and the rawness where he scrubbed the tear-tracks from his cheeks, but she says nothing and he offers no explanation. There is no explanation to give.

He sees you today. You smile at him, like you always do.

"You look..." you begin to say, and trail off.

Like I've been crying, he imagines, ready for you to point out that, despite the fact that he tried to cover it up, he really does look awful after yesterday's episode. Tired. Washed-out. Like I haven't slept, perhaps? Like I've been ill?

"... like you're feeling better," you finish decidedly. "Maybe... relieved. Better, anyway. It's nice to see you like this."

He smiles all the way back to the tower.

Don't stop.

One gardenia. White. You are lovely.

Ozpin brings the flower to his face to hide the flush of embarrassment that turns his cheeks pink.

He doesn't see you for a few weeks. This isn't all that unusual. He has the school to watch over, among other things, and you have your own work to keep you occupied. But, still, he makes a point to visit Forever Falls as often as he can spare the time, making excuses that here have been too many Grimm there for his comfort. If Glynda notices that he gives the Emerald Forest no such attention, she doesn't call him out for it.

It's silly, perhaps, to want to see you so much. He's not even sure why, only that it is so good to go to somebody who you know will be glad to see you and will always have some time to spare just for you, no matter the circumstances.

You are that person, for him. He doesn't know if you do that for everybody or only a special few. He cannot imagine a reason that would make him special, though. Not to you.

He doesn't find you today, but he'll see you soon. He's sure of it.

Seven pansies. Red. You occupy my thoughts.

Forever Falls. Red leaves swirl across the ground in a windswept tumble.

"I missed you!" he says before he can stop himself, and you look as surprised as he feels by his outburst.

"You did?" You smile in a way that is almost bashful, but too genuinely pleased to be dimmed by such shyness. "Aw..."

Ozpin inwardly berates himself for such a lapse in control as embarrassment makes him want to cringe. He can feel a heat rising from his chest and can only hope that he doesn't give in to this body's unfortunate predilection for blushing.

"Oz, I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," you say, and the professor is no longer as embarrassed as he is disappointed with himself.

It can't be, he thinks, but it is. He has never allowed himself to be open with you or with anyone, but in the one moment he left himself unguarded, he spoke on single truth without covering it in shadows or burying it in irreverent context.

I missed you.

And so he says one more thing that is plain truth and just for you.

"How remiss of me. I should think of some nicer things to say."

Ten Morning Glories. Periwinkle. Affection.

Ozpin wonders.

He holds his hand out to you and you accept it. He remembers, in years and lives gone by, dancing like this, not amongst the forever falling red leaves, but at extravagant parties. Fine wine no longer made in crystal flutes and ladies in dresses of spun silk and moonlight kaleidoscoped by stained-glass windows and an orchestra playing music that has been forgotten in the last thousand years.

This, here and today with you, is better than all of that put together.

Ridiculous, he thinks, but it is true. And he does not want to admit it, not to himself and certainly not to you, but he knows why he feels like this.

Not yet. Not yet.

He asked you on a whim, bowing as was good etiquette, and you accepted before he even realized what he was doing. Now, he knows exactly what he's doing, and he leads you into the first steps of a dance that has been forgotten y time but not by him. You do not need to know the steps. He leads well enough to make up for it.

Don't stop.

Red leaves dance. Today, he dances with them.

He spins you and you laugh. You are not the best dancer he has ever been partnered with, but whoever they were, he doesn't remember them. They do not matter. You are here, dancing with him, and that is everything.

Don't stop.

Three Sweet Peas. Pink. Delicate pleasure. Thank you for a lovely time.

It must be you, he thinks, tenderly holding the delicate flowers to his face. The soft petals smell spicy, sweet, and fresh. Please be you.

He has begun meeting you at regular intervals, work be damned. You are always there when he needs you, and vice versa, without fail.

Don't stop.

On a cold day, he gives you his jacket. You don't give it back, but he ends up with one of your scarves, and he considers it just payment.

He brings hot cocoa to share. You act like it is a grand gift, but maybe it is - he can't recall ever sharing it before.

You dance with him in a rain of red leaves and he lets himself laugh with you when you slip and fall together. You don't bother to get up for a long time, reclining in the red leaves and watching a pale sky fill with vivid sunset colors.

He tells you fairy tales, and he thinks that you'll tire of them, but then you say, "Do you know the one about...?" and he is given the opportunity to recite your favorite to you. You say the words with him at the best parts, and he finds a new enthusiasm for the story that he never had before.

Don't stop.

Three chrysanthemums. Red. I love.

His heart soars.

He introduces you to Qrow more out of necessity than anything else. You meet on accident and it cannot be avoided. Qrow is, oddly, polite and charming, and far less flirtatious than he usually would be.

Ozpin is thankful, until Qrow smirks at him when your back is turned.

"Nice one, Oz," says Qrow, and Ozpin does resist the urge to facepalm. Barely.

Three Violets. Let's take a chance on happiness.

This time, you take his hand, and he does not dare to let go, not for a single moment. Time has been his ally and his enemy for all his lives, and he will not let it steal a single moment more of you from him. Whether this is what he believes it to be or not, whether you accept him in the end or not, he will treasure it all, and you will leave an imprint on his soul that will last all the rest of his lives, no matter how many of those he might have.

One rose. Orange. Enthusiasm. Desire. I am ready to be more with you.

This is it. This is it. It must be her.

Ozpin rushes to you the next day, and you run to meet him, and you fall into a kiss that speaks volumes. When it is over, he has no questions left (do you want me, do you love me, will you let me love you, can I touch you, would you be mine, would you take me, would you hold me, do you care, do you notice, do you feel this too), except for one.

"You gave me flowers?"

You smile at him. "I knew you'd figure it out."

Three tulips. Red. Believe me. I love you.

Three tulips. Cream. I will love you forever.

Don't stop.

[derpyslurpy-da-derp-master]

RWBY Volume 5 Chapter 11 Reaction

This time on RWBY!

Me: *screaming bloody murder internally whilst sobbing like a baby*

*insert cliche flashback sequence*

*before watching* OH GOD IM SO TENSE IM SHAKING THINGS WENT TOO WELL LAST TIME WHATS THE CATCH

*starts watching*

Oh okay they’re going to meet Leo already, grrrrreaaat that’s fine this is gonna go just fine

Okay good Yang noticed something was wrong great that’s great 

Oh god she’s not even hiding ehh i’m scared ;A;

Oh cool, so Ruby’s mom was a lot like her- RAVEN WHAT THE F-

oh crap they’re all there son of a-

OH GOD THE PLACE IS RIGGED TO BLOW THE SHONKY HONKER UP WE’RE ALL DOOMED

Yeah you tell ‘em Qro- OH GOD JAUNE STOP IT

YES RUBY DO IT SAVE HIM- OH FOR *censored*’S SAKE EMERALD I KNOW YOURE GAY FOR CINDER BUT THIS CROSSES EVERY LINE EVER YOU GOTTA DRAW THE *censor*ING LINE IN THE SAND DUDE, YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT, YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND ASK ‘WHAT AM I WILLING TO PUT UP WITH TODAY?’ NOT F- *more frantic ranting and raving*

oh okay they’re splittin’ up I see I see this could be cool but this could also be emotionally draining, RT please behave-

Aww poor Hazel he doesn’t want to hurt nobody ;-;

YEAH YOU BETTER BE SCARED LION LION- ...Oh my god he’s actually a Lion. Hoooooly crap that’s actually really cool. And that weapon looks pretty cool too- WAIT LION LION LEAVE THE BABY BOI ALONE

*has been playing Overwatch lately* ...Ohh my god Weiss just pulled a Mei. WEISS JUST PULLED A MEI OMG- Oh, boo Vernal! The original spring maiden would be so disappointed in you, feel ashamed!

Emerald stop being a useless lesbian and steal back your redemption arc from Ilia already!

Woooah, that whole propelling your partner’s bullet gives me serious Roman and Neo vibes! Nice lil’ nod there RT- OH GOD YOU *censored* YOU LEAVE THAT LITTLE SNOWFLAKE ALONE OR SO HELP ME-

OH GOD FIRESWORD WHAT THE *censored*

Oh thank god yes Ruby please wreck Cinder- OH FOR THE LOVE OF- GOD-*censored*-IT EMERALD!

OH GOD JAUNE YOU BETTER BE OKAY YOU BETTER NOT DIE BEFORE YOUR SEMBLANCE-

Oh... Oh my god. SEMBLANCE?! IS THIS HOW YOU GET YOUR SEMBLANCE?! JUST DO IT JAUNNY BOY! JUST *just do it intensifies* DO IT!

Good speech there Jaun- 

GOD*censored*IT JAUNE YOU GAVE HER IDEAS

wait

Wait

WAIT

WAITWAITWAITWAIT

DONT YOU DARE DONT YOU FREAKING DARE-

......

*screaming bloody murder internally whilst sobbing like a baby*

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

WHY WHY MUST YOU HURT ME THIS WAY WHY MUST YOU HURT THIS CHILD WHY RT WHY I FEEL BETRAYED

*Irl had run into my room because I actually am crying and crying hard*

*after some cooldown*

....Why didn’t I see this coming.... Weiss can’t grow anymore as a character... She’s grown so much, she’s had the best development in the series... Where else could they possibly go from there...?

.....

I’m sort of fifty-fifty on whether or not Weiss lives... I have the feeling that next episode we will end up seeing Ruby going all out on Cinder. Because while she wasn’t extremely close with Pyhhra, Weiss is her partner. And how much rage or sadness that would cause in Ruby... That is something I look forward too.

BUT WE ALL KNOW THAT THEYRE GONNA GO TO BLAKE’S POV INSTEAD BECAUSE THE WRITERS HATE U-

Actually that would be just what the doctor ordered because it would mean reinforcements...

But still, I would bet you money that they aren’t picking up on this immediately. They never do....

Anyways, in other words, this is me after Cinder pulled that crap.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ce-acjptDeI

Oh! Ps, Imma tallie all the freakout stuff here.

Freakout Counter

Oh: 25

God: 14

Why: 6

Okay: 7

Oh god: 7

Crap:  4

Censored words: 6

Lines in all caps: 25

Freakout Counter: 108 *distressed sobbing noises*