#salem is masculine as hell

[soundkiller0017]

NTR RWBY (Not really)

Narrator: After Salem's defeat and the departure of Ozma our heroes are back in Beacon as students beacuse after Atlas fall the were 'tecnically' not licensed Huntress and Huntsman. So they were back in a rebuilded Beacon who was directed by Headmaster Qrow Braween (Glynda Goodwitch retire after the war ended.). Now in Beacons courtyard we can see the 4 year student Cardin Winchester who still thinks that Beacon was still the same from his 1 first year (he is wrong)

Cardin: Why does Arc, Pine, Ren, Wukong and Xiao Long have hot girlfriends and I the most cool and handsome student dosen't have nothing (he is coping)

Narrator: You see dear viewer, Cardin was obssed with a tag in his +18 content that was call NTR, so he thinks that he can steal and humilated a pearson, beacuse he thinks NTR is cool.

Cardins mind:

Ruby: Oh! Cardin, you are so sexy and hung! I will leave Oscar just to be with you!

Weiss: Same here! Cardin! You are more stronger and hung that the limp dick Jaune has!

Nora: Renny dosen't have the masculinity you have Cardin!

Velvet: I'm just a cum bucket for you master! Sun is a useless animal!

Blake and Yang: Master please! Please make us love dick again

Back to reality:

Cardin: Hahaha! Now all Beacon will see who is the real Giga Chad alpha male stud king of harems!

Narrator: Now with that 'boost' of motivation Cardin decide to 'steal away' the most beatifull women in Beacon

1st attemp: Ruby Rose

Cardin: Hey there sexy Rose!

Ruby visible cringening to the nickname: Hello Cardin. How are you?

Cardin: I'm good. But I heard that Pines is not plesurering you and he is nothing more than a loser femboy farmboy. So how about if I help you *tries to grab her butt* with tha-

Ruby who now is piss: HELL NO!! *grabs Cardin arm and throw him to the neares trashcan* NOBODY TALKS TRASH OF MY PRINCES!!! *goes to look for Oscar*

Cardin: *groans in pain*

2st Attemp: Weiss Schenne

Cardin: Hey Ice Queen!

Weiss not even looking at him and waiting for Jaune to both go to a date: Hello Winchester.

Cardin: I heard that Jauney Boy is not given you atten- *is converted in to a frozen statue*

Weiss: Yeah I know what follows Cardin. And no, I'm not interested in cheating or being close to you. And now that you excuse me, I must go to a date with me boyfriend *goes to where Jaune is waiting*

3th attempt: Nora Valkyrie

Cardin: Hey Valk- *Is hited by Magnhild in the balls*

Nora: NORA SCORES!!!

4th Attemp: Velvet Scarletina

Cardin: Hey there Slut Bunny!

Sun who was nearby: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU CALLED MY GRILFRIEND BICHESTER!!!??

Cardin shakeking in fear: Nothing Wuko- *is attacked by Velvet with a copy of Crocea Mors*

Velvet: *ALOT of Austrilian insults and slurs* AND GET OUT!!! *grabs Sun abs and start making out with Sun*

5th and final attempt: Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiao Long

Cardin: Hey there bitches!

Blake and Yang who both are furriosly making out not even looking to Cardin: *Both punch Cardin to the orbit*

Later in the hospital

Narrator: And thus Cardin ended in the hospital for all his injuries. What was the moral of the story?

Cardin: Beacon woman are crazy?

Narrator: No you idiot! Is to not act like life is a fucking porno and you are the guy who NTR the MC you dumb fuck!

(Acclarations: I don't hate Cardin, is just that I hate when the use him for NTR, so I decide to create this post with the idea of what would really happend if NTR!Cardin try to steal away women in Beacon and failed misserable)

[itsclydebitches]

Cinder is a lot more sexualized then the male parts of Salem's inner circle

Like tyrian is shirtless sometimes but that does not feel as...drawn attention to, as say, the lingering shots of Cinder's butt or thighs. Or her wearing short shorts and high boots you know what I mean?

I do, anon. RWBY got a lot of attention back in the day for its anti-upskirt technology, but that doesn't give it a free pass for all the other ways you might (and it does) sexualize the cast. I've never been inclined to give RWBY too much shit in this regard because it is pulling from media with a LONG history of such designs and cinematography - it feels unfair of me to act like RWBY is uniquely responsible for such problems when I'm simultaneously willing to overlook, say, the 90's "gag" of Yusuke flipping up Keiko's skirt - but there's nevertheless a voice in the back of my mind constantly asking things like, "Why are so many of the girls fighting in heels?" and "Why are they dressed like they're going to the club and not the literal TUNDRA??" I'd kill for the whole cast, but the girls in particular, to get a re-design that focuses on fashionably compelling practicality, rather than sexy fanservice. (Though Ice Kingdom did a good job overall, particularly for Ruby.) Sure, RWBY didn't give us panty-shots, but one of the first characters we're introduced to is literally designed like a dominatrix.

If we're talking about outfits though... I'd say Emerald gets hit the worst out of Salem's minions. Yeah, Cinder is definitely sexualized in a more general sense as the tall, white (that's not a coincidence), long-legged beauty who sensually conjures fire as she prowls towards the heroes, camera focused on her hips swaying. But Emerald?

She suffers from the same problem Yang has. AKA, if your woman isn't classically beautiful (like Wiess and to a different extent Blake), or cute / child-like (Ruby, Penny), but is instead going for a sporty, comparatively masculine-esque vibe... then they've got to show a LOT of skin. RWBY makes it sexy by just denying them clothes. You're entering dangerous battles on the daily? You want to protect yourself? Too bad. The audience needs a midriff and cleavage and your whole arms to stare at. Shorten the skin-tight pants so we can see some leg too. Oh, Yang has to have long pants because she's heading into the coldest Kingdom in Remnant? Never mind that, cut a strip out to show her thigh.

"But Clyde, the girls don't need to wear armor because of aura--" then why the hell does Jaune bother wearing that heavy-ass suit? Is it weight training? Does he just think it makes him look cool? ...or does it exist in case his aura breaks and he's allowed to wear more protective gear because there are different gender expectations attached to his design? The aura argument is just a modern rehashing of the Supergirl sun argument: using made up lore to "justify" getting your women characters into skimpy outfits, despite the men rarely being held to the same standards.

Tyrian is actually an interesting exception here and if I were less tired I'd think through this argument more, but something something as the "crazy" character he's allowed more leeway in breaking those expectations. Also the open shirt shows off his scars, which likewise help sell how dangerous he is. With the exception of characters like Cinder and Nora - whose injuries are Important Character Moments the audience gets to see play out - scars are surprisingly uncommon in Remanent. Or, again, they're severely downplayed so as not to interfere with that classic beauty design (like Weiss', or even Yang who gets a perfect cut when losing her arm). So when you see a character with giant scars spanning the length of his chest, an open shirt drawing deliberate attention to them... that makes you go, "Oh shit. What's he been through to scar like that in a world where most people make it out of fights with no permanent damage?"

[irkimatsu]

Ok but... imagine Husk getting jealous of your Husk plushie? lol (or maybe one that Angel says looks a lot like him but why would you have one like that lol).

(slight overshare but I'm totally not sending you this because I have the same one - only one of the smaller ones - and hugging him and rubbing him against my chest while I used my vibrator the other night was like... the best orgasm I've had in months lol)

-Salem

I got this ask while I was getting ready to leave the hotel and go home and it's been swimming in my brain for hours~

In-universe, I don't see where Reader would get a Husk plush specifically, but I'm sure it's easy enough to find a store somewhere that sells cat plushes in general, including an adorably scruffy tuxedo cat. What's wrong with buying the plush? It's cute, and super cuddly! You have no further reason than that to pick the one you did!

...no further reason you're actively admitting to yourself, anyway.

Angel, of course, immediately catches on and will not stop making comments on the plush. "Looks like a certain bartender! Why would you buy a plush when we've got the real thing right here? I bet he'd love to keep you company... especially when you're in bed~"

"Shut up, Legs."

You find yourself carrying the plush around everywhere you go in the hotel, as long as holding it won't make things awkward. It comes to bonding exercises with you, cuddled snugly against your chest as you and the rest of the hotel exchange stories and watch movies together.

"Damn," Angel says with a smirk as he watches you hug the plush's face against your breasts during a movie night. "Lucky plush."

Husk really hopes you don't catch him staring. That plush is lucky... this isn't the first time he's thought that. He's had plenty of time to imagine himself sitting in front of you, the back of his head nuzzled against your chest or stomach, as you gently squeeze his hands or pet his fur...

The plush's current position, though, he can't look at for very long. Can't have his body's reaction making this gathering awkward.

Eventually you finally find yourself admitting it; you wish that the plush was Husk, and soon, your thoughts while you hold it aren't so innocent. You figure out the cologne Husk wears, or at least a close enough equivalent. You buy a bottle of your own and sneak it into your room, hoping that no one notices or asks questions. You spray a bit onto the plush and bury your face into it, and soon your imagination is going wild... it's not long before this becomes your favorite way to masturbate, holding the plush close and savoring the scent and texture while using your favorite toy on yourself. Kissing it, nuzzling it, holding it to your breast, wishing with everything you have that it was the real thing.

You know you should be subtle with the cologne so no one else will notice, but every time you reapply it, you find yourself craving more. After a while, Husk will pass by, and wonder what the hell that smell is coming from your room - it's way too masculine to be a fragrance you'd use on yourself. Do you have company in there? That thought upsets him more than he's willing to admit.

...wait, isn't that the same stuff he uses?

Before he has time to figure out what that means, he hears your voice, so low and needy. "Huuusk... oh Husk..."

You don't bring the plush downstairs anymore unless you're sure the scent has mostly worn off, and the rest of the hotel attributes any lingering scent to Husk, with no suspicion on you. Even Husk himself had become nose-blind enough to his own fragrance to notice that he wasn't the only one in the lobby to smell that way.

But now he knows. He can tell that the scent is coming off that plush of yours... and now he knows why recently, you've spent so much time burying your face into it and taking deep breaths.

Maybe it's finally time for him to offer you more than a plush could ever give you.

@hazbinshusk

[jacks-genders]

Hello, hello! And hi! (lmao)

I'm Salem, but you can call me Jack as well! This is @dead-dog-dont-eat's (aka main blog) aesthetic-turned-MOGAI/Liom blog! I'll still reblog aesthetic-themed stuff, but I mostly using this blog for gender stuff.

signal boost: @mogai-sunflowers @begendered-queer @genderstarbucks @kiruliom

Click below to learn more:

For some info: I'm a non-passing trans boy whose mostly nonbinary + a buncha other genders that represent me, but mostly masc, neu and fem are main ones. I'm also on the aroace spectrum, non-monogamous, and a queer butch-leaning futch non/alterhuman.

I mostly go by all masculine and neutral pronouns, and I prefer not to be addressed using she/her and feminine-based pronouns. I also don't use a DNI and I just block anyone who makes me uncomfortable. I don't need tone tags but I use them for those who have trouble reading tone.

Types I'll do...

-Charic genders

Kenochoric genders

-Nameic genders

Lexegenders

Moodboards (NOT stimboards)*

Fandoms**

Genders under the gore/blood/horror/aesthetic umbrella

Other***

Aesthetigenders

(asterisk (*) means extra info)

*for moodboards, PLEASE send me a picture of the gender or link to it. You may have the option for a specific theme(s).

**I'm multi-fandom on my main blog. I'm okay with doing genders for fandoms I'm not a part of, but my boundaries are limited to Disney, Harry Potter, and most of Marvel (except for Spiderman, Deadpool, Venom and Ghostrider).

***I mostly don't do gender systems because they are too complex and frustrate the living HELL out of me. But I'm okay with doing genderloser and genderfreak (by @/begendered-mogai/begendered-queer) along with genderguro and genderanalog (both are my terms).

I have no limit to any number of requests you send me per ask, but PLEASE do not make them TOO too long.

Things you can request gender wise...

Autumn/Fall and Winter (this includes Halloween and Christmas)

Gore/blood/horror

Fandoms

Aesthetics (related to your liking)

Masc/Neu/Fem and Boy/Enby/Girl

Gay, lesbian, bi/pan, aro/ace, etc.

Neurodivergence and/or autism

Yandere + dere/gire tropes (I reclaim the trope)

Analog Horror and Liminal Space

Dark-related terms

Anything you like!!

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy this blog!

[nightcolorz]

Tell me about the vampire living rent free in your head

Oooo I’d be happy to! *drops ancient heavy book in front of me titled “oc lore” and blows a thick covering of dust off of it* wooooo ok. His name is Lucian, but to me he is Lucy 🫶. Lucy I came up with when I was a preteen maybe, very long ago, before I was very familiar with vampires or had read any of tvc. So any similarities with canon characters r just edgy tween me and Anne Rice having similar taste lol. 

Lucy was turned into a vampire in medieval Europe, he was a peasant and son of a priest growing up. He was turned by his secret gay lover who was subsequently burned at the stake Salem witch style, and Lucy fucked off and ate deer and shit in the forest for a couple centuries until he was roused into the real world by a child in the 1970s. He’s v gentle and loving, just has a very nurturing personality. He likes planting + gardening and caring for animals to prove to himself that he’s capable of being good and caring u know as a vampire. He’s got some v bad ocd and has had his entire life severe compulsions about being a good person and not harming others. Not the best mental health issue for a vampire to have. I strongly associate him with fire, bcus fire destroys vampires, so he identifies with fire and utilizes it a lot bcus representation of how he rejects vampirism and also is v self destructive and ?? Religious trauma ?? Hell?? Yeah he’s got a lot going on uh. His dead bf called him Lily bcus lilies symbolize purity/innocence and his bf had this philosophy that Lucy was one of the few “pure” ppl out there bcus despite his technical sins his priority was kindness and empathy which isn’t a priority for many religious ppl who shame others for being impure. Yeah but then he died whoops.

As you can probably guess Lucian also has a funky relationship with gender, since I’ve been calling him Lucy this entire time lol. Yeah he’s not trans or Transfem, I don’t think he’d identify with or understand the lgbtq community or labels or anything. He considers himself a man but also admires and loves the soft and gentle aspects of femininity and identifies with those more than any traditional forms of masculinity. He also has autism and v big autism creature eyes, strawberry blonde hair and cute lil freckles, and a tendency to slip into old English occasionally if he’s not paying attention. He’s my special lil guy but idk what to do with him lol. Thank you for asking lol I haven’t talked about Lucy in so long!

[imactinglikeanamateur]

Can I just say your art has been really special to me. Like I'm a transfem, but "trans woman" has never sat completely right on me, and I still have that intrinsic connection to my masculinity. Cause of upbringing, I've been leaning into my fem side, but it's still a part of me, albeit a part that gives me dysphoria.

Your art has helped me expand my understanding of boy, of masculine, of male. As I transition and grow tits, I keep worrying and fearing my leaving behind my masculinity, my boyness, as it is still a part of me, even if we aren't on the best of terms right now.

But your art helps me to expand what I understand to be boy. To be male. Too be yourself even if others ideas of male and female would disagree with you. To accept that I could be the most fem girl I possibly could be, which I definitely want, but STILL be a boy, with the biggest tits and the curviest hips and the most luscious hair.

I could be whatever my feminine side wants to be and more. And even so, still have that boy part of me. Still be a boy. Even as I lean as far into girl as I want.

No one is allowed to call me boy yet. First I must come to terms with that aspect of myself, now that I am growing comfortable in my femininity. But I really think your art, and your absolute insistence on the pronouns of each of your characters, of them having distinct and defined identities, and relishing them, in their sexuality as well, has been so important in beginning that process of inner healing for me.

Plus seeing your transfem characters always gives me new ideas of style goals, both for me and for my fursona ideas!

Anyway, that's one hell of a ramble. TLDR your art is beautiful and perfect, hearing your journey to self-acceptance has been so important to me, thank you for sharing such an intimate and beautiful thing with the world.

Also hi to your headmates! I always love to see them posting some art or a little message, glad they feel safe enough to do so.

Keep on rocking Salem and co.!

anyway Salem is a guy and I'm a guy with tits and a curvy body I'm a boy *does a dance*

[qqueenofhades]

Fic prompts? How about Garcy + the AC died in the bunker while the two of them were left there alone + it's freaking hot and they have to deal with the heat until Denise gets back, and can figure out how to get a HVAC tech there to fix it? 😂🔥🥵

Hiding entirely off the grid in a super-remote government bunker, trying to stay alive long enough to defeat an evil secret society from destroying the world via time travel to an array of obscure historical events, has numerous and obvious disadvantages. The food, for one. The constant bathroom traffic jams, for another (Denise finally lost her patience and insisted on drawing up a color-coded schedule to sort the all-important question of who has the right to use the shower when, and the time block they are allocated to make sure they don't use all the hot water and negatively impact team morale). You can add to the list, Lucy thinks blackly, the fact that when the air conditioner suddenly goes kaput, you are stuck in a broiling underground tin can and you, the brains and not at all the brawn, have no idea how to fix it. The only other person here right now is Flynn, but Lucy feels awkward about interrupting him. Ever since the night she spent in his room, it has just felt different between them, and she is terrified of doing anything either to ruin it or, well. Not ruin it. That's what got her into so much trouble the last time. She isn't risking it again.

She paces back and forth across the thin industrial carpet in what passes for the living room, fanning herself and muttering imprecations under her breath. When Rufus, Wyatt, and Jiya get back from whatever century they are presently working in, maybe she'll ask Rufus, mechanical whiz extraordinaire, to get in there and see what's going on. Denise is absent on a clandestine supply run, and Mason has likewise excused himself on some errand he won't talk about. Lucy feels useless and irritated and hot and angry and generally left out; she's recovered from her wounds in Salem, she's fine, she doesn't need to be babied. Jessica Logan might also be around here somewhere, but Lucy isn't going to ask her.

At last, sweat rolling down her neck and sticking her camisole to her back in unpleasant damp patches, she gives up. She treks down the hallway and bangs on Flynn's door; it, like the rest of him, is imposingly large, and she almost loses her nerve. But she's been here before, after all. She is the only one with some kind of privilege to enter; the rest of the team is still too scared of him. Before she can entirely decide what she's going to say, the door cranks open and Flynn sticks his head out, with ruffled dark hair and a consummately bad-tempered expression. "What?" he barks, before seeing that it's her, and belatedly modifying his tone. "Oh. Lucy. Hello."

"Hello." Lucy clears her throat. "I'm sorry to bother you. It's just... the air conditioner... I don't know when Denise or the others will be back, and it's going to be hell to get anyone else out here to fix it..."

"What?" Flynn sounds deeply insulted. "You think we need to call some idiot teenage HVAC tech to come out to our classified military facility? Show me where the damn thing is. I can fix it."

Lucy blinks. "Are you -- ?"

Flynn arches an eyebrow at her, just daring her to question his competence one more time. "If I managed to steal a nuclear bomb and rig it up as a permanent power source for a stolen time machine," he points out, with a truly remarkable lack of contrition or regret of any kind, "I can fix a broken AC. Hold on."

With that, he disappears back into his room, there are several moments of rustling, banging, and muffled swearing, and he emerges with an improvised toolkit in hand. Lucy tries not to notice the heavy muscles of his arms and shoulders; he's only wearing a white undershirt and grimy cargo shorts, and the air of brutal, brusque, no-questions-asked masculine competence is, as ever, one of the most attractive things about Garcia Flynn, even despite his manifold personality and conversational deficiencies. He follows her directions to locate the broken unit, pulls out his tools, and starts to work. Lucy should go back and -- and review mission reports, or something -- but she finds herself oddly reluctant to leave, wanting to hold onto this, spend this quiet time together away from all the others. She perches on the arm of the old couch and watches him tinker, until at last he utters a sound of satisfaction, tightens a final bolt, and blessedly cool air begins flowing through the vents. "Huh?" he says, turning to her in clear expectation of her approval. "What did I say?"

"Very good job." Lucy laughs, despite herself, and automatically reaches out to offer him a hand down from the ladder. Flynn flicks a glance under his eyelashes at her as he accepts it, and all of a sudden, she is conscious of a heat that has nothing to do with the lingering effects of the broken AC. As soon as he's down, she quickly lets go, looks away, and coughs. "Thank you."

"Of course." Flynn's own voice is odd, restrained, and he isn't quite meeting her eyes. "Lucy."

(She doesn't -- she doesn't have feelings for him, does she? She's been determined that she doesn't, she won't, after the entire debacle with Wyatt and Jessica. She needs Flynn, they need Flynn, and Lucy Preston is never going to be so selfish as to mess it up.)

(So she doesn't. That has to be the final word. It has to be enough.)

(It has to.)

(It has to.)

[vash-the-trans-catboy]

With You All the Way ch. 1

Summary: welcome to my new prinxiety au! Virgil fights with his brain over his identity

Taglist: @sanderdarksides @moons-the-nightmare @heirm @lost-in-thought-20 @1stressedanddepressed @xoaningout @lily-janus @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @thebittybonesaddict @just-a-little-anxious @parksthefrog @randomacnhfan (ask if you want to be added)

Thank you to @lost-in-thought-20 for coming up with this amazing title!

Word count: 1486

TWs: cognitive distortions, anxiety, transphobia (not really but Virgil is over thinking)

Ao3

I’m Virgil Salem. Or at least I want to be Virgil Salem but no one knows that yet. As of right now, I’m Violet Salem. I’ve never liked that name and that name has certainly never liked me. I’m haven’t come out as trans to anyone yet, not even my boyfriend. I want to tell everyone I know that I am using he/him pronouns and changing my name but anxiety gets in the way. There is just too much unknown.

Will they judge me? Or even accept me? Do they hate trans people? Will they even believe I’m trans? What if I’m faking and I’m just your average whining girl who is desperately trying to claim she isn’t like other girls?

What if the name I choose is stupid? Are my friends going to walk away? What if I become the laughing stock of the school for being a wanna-be boy?

And then there’s Roman. He is the head of the theater department, lead in every single show. His voice sounds like angels and he is the most beautiful guy I have ever seen. He is perfect in almost every single way. A guy like him never had to deal with dilemmas like these. His identity is already figured out and he is confident as hell about it. That’s one of the things I love about him, he knows who he is and isn’t afraid to show it. That makes one of us. I want to be more like Roman one day. I guess I’m not as straight as I lead myself to believe. But Roman is dating me because I’m a girl. What if he dumps me since he isn’t gay? And there is his reputation… what would the school say about Roman dating another guy that tricked him to believe he is a girl?

Now I’m just being selfish. Roman is the best person that has ever walked into my life and I’m thinking about ruining that by telling him I’m a boy. The kids at my school at right, maybe if I thought more about others I would have more friends.

I sigh and push my long hair out of my face. Too long, too feminine. The thought of having a short masculine haircut is appealing but the fear of what-ifs keeps me from cutting it. My mom loves my long hair. She is always braiding it and telling me how beautiful I look with long hair. What kind of person would I be to take that away from her? My mom doesn’t have many people left, I would be a horrible person to take away her precious daughter.

It’s getting late. I should probably head to sleep before I spend another hour contemplating my identity and how or even if I will come out. But then again, what is one more hour? I couldn’t get my mind to stop racing even if I tried. Showing up to the first day of school like a zombie would not be new for me. People always say “Good sleep schedule equals a good life.” Well, I call bullshit on that. It’s probably true but I will never get enough to find out. My brain could keep me up for days if it tried. There is always a new situation to be anxious over. The only time my brain will stop racing is when I’m dead. And if the expanded life cycles are correct I probably got another 70 to 80 years until I have a quiet brain.

I glance at my clock. Dammit, 12 am already. Only 6 and a half hours but I have to get up for school. Time really ticks by fast yet but slowly when you are overthinking literally every single fucking thing that could ever go wrong at any moment. It’s tiring yet it keeps me awake.

Great, this just adds to the growing pile of things I am anxious about. I’m starting 11th grade in eight hours, my gender isn’t as cis as I thought, my sexuality isn’t as straight, and I have no clue how anyone will react to this. I guess it’s time to save goodbye to my easy life. Things have gotten so much more complicated. I blame my brain for suggesting I didn’t have to be a girl. Maybe I could have been normal but no.

Everyone’s going to hate you, Virgil.

I know. I know. Shut up!

You are living a lie. No matter what you are screwed.

Can’t you stop for like one day? I already know I’m screwed. This isn’t exactly no information. But how the hell am I living a lie.

If you don’t come out to anyone, you are falsely letting them believe you are someone who you are not. That is probably a federal crime somewhere. But if you tell them, you have to deal with the guilt of lying to your friends for so many years.

Oh no. I have been lying to all of them. A federal crime? This isn’t that serious, it is? So basically, I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t. Absolutely fantastic. No matter what I do, I’m going to start this year with everyone hating me.

Might as well get liar tattooed on your forehead.

One fucking second of peace and quiet is all I ask.

I am your brain. Any noise you hear is the emotional turmoil running through you. This again with the blaming other people. You are causing yourself to stress out, not anyone else.

Why are brains so annoying? I slam my head down onto my desk in a huff. Maybe I’ll pass out from this. There’s a better chance of that than actually falling asleep. A nice concussion would be good right about now. I wouldn’t have to deal with school then.

Footsteps shuffle in the hall and stop at my door. A quiet knock, two knocks, three knocks echo to my ears, “Violet, sweetie. Are you alright? I heard a bang?”

Hearing my actual name is painful. I can’t blame people for using it if I never said otherwise but I still hate it.

Damned if you do. Damned if you don’t.

“I’m fine, mom.” Maybe she will believe me and walk away.

“Oh, alright.” She says but stays at my door, “Can I come in? I know it’s a big day tomorrow and you are probably anxious.”

I don’t have a choice, do I? “Fine. You can come in.” She smiles as she slowly opens the door.

Dammed if you do. Damned if you don’t. My brain sings at me in a taunting way.

“Violet. It is very late. You know you shouldn’t be up this late on a school night. We need to adjust you back to a normal sleep schedule, baby girl.” She pulls the hair out of my face and ties it into a neat ponytail. It hurts, physically hurts. Between the hair and the nicknames, I hate it. But pretending everything is fine will get her to leave faster.

“I’m just a bit anxious for the start of school.” A fake smile can get you pretty far in life. Well, that’s what my mom told me. It seems like pretty shitty advice to tell a sixteen-year-old.

“Oh don’t worry, sweetheart. We go through this every year and it always turns out fine. You are just stressing yourself out and need to take a breath.” Her smile is warm and welcoming, but it seems fake. The nicest is only skin deep, “Just remember you are my strong girl and can accomplish anything you set your mind to. This year isn’t different than any other year. You’ll be fine.” Her words sound sincere but her tone destroys me. This year is going to be very different than any other year. Every other year I was your pretty little princess but not anymore.

Your mom really loves her little girl. Too bad that isn’t really you. Would you even be worth her love if you weren’t a girl?

I don’t know. “I know, mom.” My mom nudges me until I climb into bed and she tucks me in. On her way out she shuts off the lights and closes the door almost all the way.

“Sleep well my pride and joy. Don’t let your brain keep you up too long.” Without another word her footsteps fade down the hall. Like she knows anything about my brain.

I close my heavy eyes and start to drift into a peaceful sleep. That was sarcasm if you couldn’t tell. I never have a peaceful sleep. Just anxiety, nightmares, and overthinking. Tonight isn’t going to be any different than any of the other nights. Just like this year will suck like every other school year. But with more losing friends due to you lying about your gender for years, years, and so many more years.

[nov4-rocket5]

Certain people in FNDM will insinuate that Ironwood shouldn't have been 'toxically masculine' in taking on Watts by himself, but with how wild and inconsistent people's stances on Ironwood and his actions are, I'd bet that if he had taken a small battalion of robots to Amity (or the Ace Ops) and just shot Watts to death, those same people would have just gone, "See! He had Watts executed with no trial or due process! And those troops/soldiers should have been down in Mantle! He cares more about protecting himself than he does the people!"

Seriously, what is it about Ironwood that makes people so stupid? Did his semblance just evolve offscreen and start making everyone both in and out-of universe completely stupid? Is that why nobody in Season 8 makes any remotely competent decisions? Is it to try and 'prove' to his stans that Ironwood was always a fascist trigger happy dictator by refuting every single action he ever takes?

"Ironwood turned Mantle into a police state! He put so much pressure on Penny making her protect Mantle! But also there weren't enough troops in Mantle protecting it!"

"Ironwood shouldn't have been at the Vytal Festival at all! He just caused the whole problem! But also he should be opening boarders and sending troops to other kingdoms! But also his plan to tell everyone about Salem is just putting the whole world under Atlas' thumb like they wanted during the Great War!"

"Ironwood's supposed to be awful at being a villain because he's not 'supposed' to be one! But also he was always a villain from the start and it just took us too long to realize it! But his arc is also really tragic and you people should learn to appreciate it!"

For fuck's sake guys, pick a stance on Ironwood and his actions and stick to it. You can't just shift positions depending on how you want to justify RWBY's substandard writing this week. Ironwood's stans don't have particularly great points but at least they're fucking consistent.

If you're going to damn Ironwood as an inhuman monster for everything, then at the very least you could quit trying to say that Ironwood was ever complex or even tragic.

You can't say, "Just let Ironwood's fall to villainy be tragic and appreciate how well it was written like me!" while simultaneously trying to remove the depth or nuance that makes a tragic villain... tragic. Either Ironwood was a good person who was put in a position where his virtues were twisted into fatal flaws (you know, the thing that makes a tragedy in the first place), or he was always a conniving, fascist cardboard cutout of a character from Day 1, and just tricked the audience into thinking he had depth (like Cinder). You can't have it both ways.

Hell, Ironwood's writing isn't even particularly noteworthy, especially compared to other villains in the same caliber as him. All Ironwood's arc did was the bare minimum, and it instantly made him the best character in the entire show. Quite frankly, him being the best written character speaks more to RWBY's own mediocrity than it does any of it's strengths.

[cottoncandyjester]

What is something you can say to they boys to break them, like something so mean and hurtful that they may cry?

Okay..OUCH!

As punishment for making me sad I’m doing this to the sweethearts

Warning: this is dark, like darling hates the yans and doesn’t care about their feelings at all.

Mateo:

You and mateo don’t like to fight, things get heated and he does t quite know how to dial it down once he get to that point. The argument was pretty dumb, you two couldn’t even remember why you were mad.

“You always do this!” You snapped out, your angry tone making him twitch lightly the noise making his head spin..he couldn’t handle yelling, it reminded him of his childhood.

“What do I do wrong? I love you! I worship the ground you walk on but it’s never enough!” He hissed out with a shaky bitter laugh “I-it’s like you hate me..” he whispers out lowly.

“I do hate you! I hate your stupid spotted face! I wouldn’t be so angry all the time if i was dating someone smart but instead I get you! You’re so stupid and dumb and ugly!” your anger startled him.

Mateo was silent as he looked at his arms in utter horror, the sight of the pale splotches all over his body made tears run down his face, you thought he was stupid..everyone thought he was stupid.

Mateo did the only thing that made him feel better..sob his eyes out now scratching at the blotches, blood dripping down his arms. “What the hell are you doing?!” You snapped out in annoyance.

“I-if I carve them out then you won’t hate me, r-right?! If I just carve them out then I’ll stop being ugly?!” He hissed out with a whimper as he dropped onto his knees suddenly biting and clawing at his skin

“I hate myself, stupid stupid stupid!” He sobbed out, suddenly letting out loud wailing of sorrow as he banged his head on the ground “stop..being..stupid!” He snapped out with each hit, the sickening cracking noise startling you.

Hikaru:

Angering Hikaru was an easy job, simply talk back and an argument is crafted but this time was different. You were done cowering in fear, he hurts you so many times that it was time for payback.

“Damn it, piggy I’m talking to you! Stop fucking ignoring me!” He snapped out before gripping your arm, yanking you closer only for you to slap his hand off utter disgust in your eyes.

“Maybe if you weren’t an annoying little shit you parents wouldn’t have whored you out when you were just a toddler!” You snapped out, Hikaru tensed up body shaking as he stared at you in shock.

“W-what..” he whispers out softly, the anger that was once in his voice replaced with a soft hurt tone. “The only thing you’re useful for is being a quick fuck! It’s not like anyone will actually love you, so why don’t you go and do the only thing you’re good at, leave me the hell alone while you’re at it” you sneered out.

There was a few seconds of silence before a soft sniffle escaped Hikaru who now held his head down in shame. All those filthy feelings he felt before came rushing back to him.

“I-I’m only good for..” he whispers out before starting to cry, Hikaru was someone who prides himself in not sobbing but here he was crying “I-is that all I’m really good for?! B-being a whore?!” He hissed out.

All that modeling work he’s done was to put his own name out there but none of that mattered, all he would ever be known for was a dirty whore..the utter thought drove Hikaru insane.

Yuuji and Yuuta:

You wanted them to hurt, like how they always hurt you. You knew exactly where to hit and how hard to hit it. “Come on, you have to eat..p-please” Yuuta begged out as he tried feeding you. You were extra bratty so they had to tie you up, something that happened quite often. You were silent, making Yuuta sigh as he untied you “here, now will you eat?”

“You’ll never be a real boy yknow..” you whispered out to him, that single statement making Yuuta freeze up..eyes wide as he stared at you in shock “wait..h-huh?” He said lowly with a forced smile “is this a joke or-”

“You’re just a girl playing dress up, a little girl who is still scared of her family” you said coldly as you rubbed your wrists. “S-stop, that’s not true..I’m a boy, a-a strong guy! So just stop it” Yuuta snapped out, body shaking as you stepped towards him with no fear.

“No matter what you say, you still have that slight feminine figure, girly face, and of course the obvious..the parts of a girl. You’ll never actually be a boy.”

Yuuta felt his chest tighten up, he hasn’t felt dysphoria in years but that horrible feeling made him wheeze as your words drilled into his head. His hands went straight to his chest, they were gone but for some reason it’s almost as if he could still feel them there..not enough. He didn’t feel masculine at all.

“No, n-no no no you’re wrong, I-I’m a..I’m a..” Yuuta couldn’t even say it without starting to cry, his head was starting to hurt as he panicked. “I-I need…Y-Yuuji!” Yuuta sobbed out, it was only a matter of seconds til the younger twin came rushing to his aid. “Woah! Hey, Y-Yuuta?! What’s wrong, are you hurt?” Yuuji hissed out as he hugged his brother close to his chest.

“I-it’s back! I-it’s back, I-I can’t take it. I’m a boy right?! I-I’m a boy..n-not a girl..” Yuuta was an utter mess, sobbing and shaking as he clinged to Yuuji’s shirt. “Of course you are! You are the strongest guy I know, so please..stop crying” Yuuji whispers out, angry tears in his eyes as he glared your way.

“What the fuck did you do to my Yuuta!?”

Yuki:

“Please stop screaming..” yuki whispers out lowly as he looked away, flinching at every time your voice raised. “I can’t handle you screaming..” he added out as he glanced your way. You were screaming at him about something..the moment you started to yell he completely forget what you were mad at and was just focused on getting you to stop.

“Stop giving me those puppy dog eyes as if you are so damn innocent and pure! You have a rotting demon in you you, you can never be good! All you do is destroy and ruin thing!”

Your words made yuki shudder, eyes wide as he processed your words. “Demon..?” He whispers out with a shaky sigh, how could you be so cruel?! Yuki hugged himself, a low laugh escaping him which quickly turned into soft sobs that only got louder the more hurt he became.

Of course, he was a demon how could he forget that..he wasn’t supposed to be born! Yuki, who was now on his knees sobbing his eyes out bowed at your feet.

“K-kill me, im begging you” he said softly now looking up at you with the most distraught expression. “Im a lowly demon not worthy of living, j-just a filthy abomination” he hissed out as he looked at his hands. The reason he loved drawing and doing tattoos was cause he adored the thought of creating art..but if you deem him a demon it must be so.

Rin:

Rin was someone who usually laughed instead of cried, but you knew exactly where to push to get him to sob and break. “Are you trying to make me mad? Pfft silly thing that won’t work” Rin cooed out with a laugh as he watched you only get angrier.

“God you are so fucking childish! That’s why I’m glad I cheated!” You snapped out, making him pause his laughing his expression faltering “h-huh?” He said with a forced grin, your statement surprising him. “Your brother is a way better lover than you anyways, in all aspects” you sneered out.

“H-hey if you are trying to make me mad, it’s working so just stop.”

“What part are you not getting!? I don’t love you, I won’t ever love you so just leave me alone already!” You snapped out angrily, there were a few seconds of silence before rin flashed a grin “wowww~ someone’s grumpy! I’ll let you get some air but afterwards we’re talking bout this okay??” He cheers out before walking off.

A sniffling escaped him as he walked off, now covering his mouth with his hand as tears ran down his cheeks, the thought of you with ren in the most intimate ways made both rage and sorrow filling his body..he wanted to puke.

Salem

Salem didn’t really focus on your insults too much since they were surface level. He would shrug it off and continue to be his normal wild self, that was until you two really got into it.

“This is why no one wanted you! Why every person who got close to you gave you away! Who would ever choose you!” Your angry remark made Salem flinch, now biting at his fingers that he was sucking on before.

He was silent now chewing on his hand as he thought about what you said..it was true. His mother, Hikaru, you, who would ever want him? Salem let blood drip down his chain as he tried to contain himself but laughter escaped him, he calmly walked to the nearest wall now slamming his head against it.

He hated these thoughts, he wanted to go away. He just wanted all these gross feelings to go away already, he hated thinking..so if he hit his head a few more times he wouldn’t have to think and feel anymore. His laughter only for more crazed yet sad as he slammed his head against the wall over and over. “Go..away, go away…” he cried out over and over as tears streamed down his face.

Zeke:

“You need to calm down, you’re getting worked up here!” Zeke snapped as he eyed you worriedly. You two were fighting and you were getting a little too angry, he was worried about saying something he didn’t mean.

“You are so fucking gullible! Do you have any balls or something!? You try to play the nice guy but it wasn’t prince who killed all those people! It was all you! Just you! And I’m starting to think you liked it! So stop pretending to be good and so damn innocent”

Zeke tensed up, taking a step back as your words hit him. “W-why the fuck would you say that?!” He hissed out, that wasn’t true..he wasn’t bad. He was a good guy! He went to protests he donates to charities, he’s sweet and loving he does all he can to be a good person! Even still with all that the memories of that night are still so fresh.

“I-I’m a good guy..I’m a good person” he said softly as tears ran down his face, a shaky laugh escaping him “I’m a good person I’m a good person I’m a good person” he whispers out again and again, now looking to you for comfort “I’m a good person right?!” He said with a devastating expression.

“No, you’re not. You are a horrible awful person, worse than prince” You said shrarply, the final nail in the coffin.

Zeke gulped as he felt an overwhelming sarrow, more tears and cries coming from him. “N-no no no no..y-you’re wrong..so wrong” he sobbed out, the mixture of laughing and crying coming from him

[farahfaye]

Thoughts while watching the Montero Music Video

THIS IS THE COWBOY? Ok, let's keep watching...

Okay loving this color palette, also that jog reminds me of when I'm crossing the street and want to seem like I'm rushing but I'm 100% not...

The androgyny of that snake is REAL and also what a freaking cultural statement... Also, loving the all-black narrative here, really throws conventional narratives to the wind which is SO NECESSARY

What does it say on that tree???????? someone help

I AM HERE FOR THE HUNGER GAMES REFERENCE + ROME (which wait hunger games also references rome now that i think about it)

The subtly of the masculine v feminine energy -- feminine held up in chains (totally invoking salem vibes here), "corralled" by a masculine-dominated society aka patriarchy BUT ALSO the masculine representation still flaunting some feminine jewelry & nails !!!!!!!

Pole sliding = iconic. Instantly throws me back to Cardi B who is legendary. The power & strength it would take to do that is just !!

OK using red obviously = hell BUT ALSO

LIL KIM = iconic red hair in 90s - she is the REASON we have Nicki Minaj, Cardi B, etc etc etc

Also POWER IN FEMININITY WITH THAT LAP DANCE MY GOD

SEXUALITY IS POWER - major cleopatra vibes tbh

I AM FLOORED

Additional thoughts:

So first thing's first - the song title obviously calls into memory the movie "Call Me By Your Name" with the guy who likes cannibalism & Timothée Chalamet. Lil Nas X (OR MONTERO LAMAR HILL) is quoted saying that he was inspired by the movie & that calling someone you love by your own name is just PEAK secret-love vibes. WHO ELSE WAS INSPIRED BY THE MOVIE? Freaking Tyler the Creator. His song "A BOY IS A GUN" is all types of fantastic but also quotes the movie title in his lyrics. The reason I am bringing these both together in the same thought is because of the differences in approach when discussing their sexuality.

LIL NAS X chooses the route of aggressive femininity, i.e. Cardi B, Megan THEE Stallion, BEYONCE. Strong, powerful women OWNING their sexuality in an aggressive way by inverting the power dynamic in acts like lap dancing, pole dancing, etc. TYLER chose a gentler route, specifically with his Flower Boy album, choosing to express his sexuality through subtle feminine means - light colors, serene backdrops (I'd say the music video for A BOY IS A GUN on Igor encapsulates his vibes). MY POINT is that I am absolutely LOVING the fact that mainstream black queer rappers are not only expressing their sexuality, but that there is VARIETY. Sexual expression (AND MASC V FEM EXPRESSION) is entirely individualistic and having two, distinct mainstream depictions of this is just... *chef's kiss* It makes me happy to be alive right now.

***not to mention that BOTH have songs that are about falling for someone that isn't out of the closet yet and what that did to them*** *** ALSO cue in Frank Ocean because he IS relevant to the overall conversation ***

*** LASTLY I dont know much about music really but there's something about the chord Lil Nas X sings the hook in that my gut is telling me is totally relevant to this representation of femininity but i can't support that atm ***

Conclusion: I absolutely love Lil Nas X for putting this out. The guts. The bravery. The AUDACITY. YES. I love to see it. I do. And I APPLAUD this contribution to our musical lexicon.

[salemroleplayhq]

❝Every day we all become the balance of our choices – choices between love and fear, belief or despair. Optimism is our instinct to inhale while suffering.❞

MEET…

Milo Boone

Age: 30

Birthday: August 31, 1990

Gender/Pronouns: Demi Male / he/they

Hometown: Greenlake, MT

Length of time in Salem: 16 years

Occupation: Yoga Teacher / Novelist / Fortune Teller

Faceclaim: Robert Sheehan

THEIR STORY

tw: homophobia, family death

Looking at a tiny newborn baby boy and naming him Milo Rupert Amadeus Boone Carpenter is something reserved for ridiculously wealthy families. Normal people don’t give their children three middle names, but Duncan and Mindy Carpenter, in the mountains of Montana, thought it was a perfect name for their first and only child.

Milo Boone, on its own, however, is a relatively unassuming name. Anyone meeting Milo Boone, who is now a grown man living in the sketchiest area of Salem, would simply smile and nod (and probably cross the road to avoid being mugged, as one does in that part of town), and assume nothing about the man’s privileged upbringing. How could they know?

Milo Carpenter was raised by seven different nannies, all of whom he called ‘Nanny’ and nothing else. He was spoiled to hell, six tantrums a day minimum, and his parents never knew a thing about it. They never knew anything about their son at all, preferring to leave the parenting to Nanny, until one day they came home to find a scrawny eight-year-old Milo teetering in his mother’s Louboutins.

They’d never truly seen him before, but their eyes never left him after that. Before, they’d used their adorable son for photo ops, as being seen as Family Oriented helped Duncan’s political career. Unfortunately, in rural Montana in the 90s, being Family Oriented also meant being straight, white and Christian. A child showing such ‘obvious’ signs of homosexuality had to be dealt with immediately.

They got stricter. They got meaner. They got pastors and shrinks and a dude calling himself an ‘ex-gay mentor’. Milo didn’t understand any of it, or what any of it had to do with wearing his mother’s shoes, but he finally had a chance to make his parents proud of him, so he tried.

He finally understood what the problem was - or what they thought the problem was - when he was eleven. He developed a crush on a boy called Jack and discovered that his parents been right about him all along. There was something wrong with him. He did need help. So, always honest, he told them about Jack.

Everything got much worse. And when he turned 13, they sent him away.

He was told at conversion therapy camp that there were three cures for his disease: 1) Build “healthy same-sex non-sexual friendships”, 2) Become more ‘masculine’, and 3) Date girls. This didn’t feel like a problem for Milo. He’d always liked girls, and had plenty of male friends he didn’t have crushes on. And pretending to be manly just seemed like acting, which was something he’d always loved anyway.

So then why was the treatment that was supposed to last for a summer taking two years to work? He’d left the camp, started high school��� he got along with his new friends, he sat and walked and talked like a ‘real man’ - he even had a girlfriend he was totally into. If he was doing all the right things, why did he keep getting distracted by cute boys in gym class? Still always honest, he told his parents about this, too.

In a last ditch effort (or more likely just to be rid of him once and for all), the Carpenters sent their son to live with Mindy’s cousin in Massachusetts. They barely knew her, and Milo had never met her, but anything was better than having a gay teenage son when Duncan was trying to run for office. So once again, they sent him away. He arrived in Salem and was greeted at the airport by the oldest woman he had ever seen, with the brightest gap-toothed smile. Her name was Dahlia, and she was the first person to make Milo feel actually loved.

She had an adorable little house in the center of town, and he helped her take care of it. She told him he wasn’t broken, and he almost believed her. They became best friends over the year they knew each other, but unfortunately that was all the time they got. He was sixteen when she died, leaving what little she had to him in her will.

The legal battle after Dahlia’s death happened while he was in a fog of grief, but when his lawyer mentioned emancipation, he woke up a little bit. Dahlia had taught him to take care of himself and others, she’d taught him to love and to live without fear. She’d let him borrow her heels, even though they were four sizes too small. He would never have been able to if he hadn’t met her, but he knew that now, he could say yes.

It worked, of course. Mindy and Duncan wanted nothing to do with Milo, and encouraged his decision to drop their last name - the first encouragement he ever got from them. He never missed a day of school, picked up acting and singing and painting and writing and decided that free was the only thing he ever wanted to be. He’s found some labels that fit him - genderfluid, demi-male, pansexual, etc - but he knows he can change them whenever he wants.

Sixteen years after arriving in Salem, he’s still living in the same adorable little house in the middle of town, although now it’s decorated all over with paintings he’s done and photos he’s taken. He’s got yoga mats and aerial silks, candles and tarot cards, a copy of the novel he wrote, and a pair of his very own Louboutins. He’s silly, and flirty, and outspoken… everything he was never allowed to be. Some people call him childish, but he doesn’t mind. Everyone should get to be a kid.

PERSONALITY

+   creative, charismatic, whimsical

-   immature, self-centered, outspoken

Milo is played ADMIN EM.

[krypti]

Do people actually think the Hound is Summer?

Like...why? What about that thing makes you think it’s Summer? 1. The wings aren’t a butterfly, that’s how Grimm wings look, hell Salem has those wings in the intro! 2. It has a masculine voice 3. We know Grimm grow more intelligent as they get older and it looked like Salem didn’t just create the Hound but rather got him out of storage.

[huntsman-ash]

RWBY V8E2 LiveThoughts

And now, for episode 2; same deal as last time, spoilers for this weeks episode. 

RT getting a wee bit too real with the “curfew in effect” sign on the side of that building in the opening. Least here its a visible noticeable threat and not Corona. Still.

Oh, heh. “Hope has no place here.” Always did love that line. But that might just be the grimdark fan in me.

Overall Im not a huge fan of this seasons opening, it doesnt sound as melodic as the last couple ones. More...chaotic. I think thats intentionally but Im still not a fan.

Dude, Qrow, thats unsanitary. Seriously, clean that shit off. You’re gonna get like, tetnus or something.

And Robyn complaining to Qrow. I mean shes not WRONG but at the same time SHE was the one who decided to pass out during the crash. Dont go throwing blame around Hill, you were just as useless and dumb as everyone but Tyrian in that whole section of last season.

Correction, shes talking to Jasque Scnee who is SOMEHOW in the same prison as they are. Additional; hardlight cells with no visible emitters, no toilet or other commodities. This must be a holding cell of some kind. Unless the bed they all have is ALSO a toilet. Ew.

Yeah you sure about that Schnee? Indirect murder is still murder.

Whh...WATTS IS IN HERE TOO?! WHAT THE FUCK IRONWOOD. You dont have a maximum security like, ICEBOX lock up? Dude this is just ASKING for trouble.

Watt’s black eye is still there. Maybe there is something to him not having his aura fully unlocked. Or...something else. Im really confused about that.

Odd cell structure. Impromptu? Or is this whole room just modular. Cause its WAY too big to house just this many prisoners. Im getting the feeling this is impromtu, yeah.

Schnee thinks hes getting out, sucker. 

Mad props to the Atlas soldier for the brutality. NOW HIT HIM AGAIN.  Robyns smirk gives me life.

And Qrow suggests Operation Valkyrie. Im down. Ironwoods proven useless at this point, maybe his replacement will be more tactically viable.

Alright, Atlas has pulled all military forces out of Mantle. Guess that means Ash and CAMO would be out too. Officially anyway. Making note for future threads...

Cute about the news guy, but I LOVE the fact you can hear the former masculinity in May’s voice here, like she isnt fully finished transitioning. If its intentional, bravo. If not, still cool.

“Its time to show your teeth, Mantle.”  HELL FUCKING YES THATS THE KINDA SHIT IVE BEEN WANTING TO HEAR!

Ah and there’s the hoverbikes from the teasers. I really dont get why they’re so goddamn big. Surely you can miniatruize hovertech...right?

They’re big enough to have weapons installed IMO. They should have.

Ah okay here’s the rest of the trailer

Hey look more lesbians. Boy that one on the left is MAD.

I cannot believe these Grimm are dumb enough to not go AROUND the dropwall (and Im going to call it that until I get something else, its literally the equipment from Halo Infinite’s release trailer). I get Grimm are dumb but damn bro.

Ah okay, THATS the split. All the faunus live in the slums down in the crater. Mantle proper is the mid-level, and then Atlas is humans for the most part. As far as I can tell anyway. Literal stratification. 

Ugh, that whole conversation was so expositiony. Jesus fucking christ.

Holy shit this crews moving slow. Like, good fucking lord.

Personaly headcanon; that tiny fox toy Oscar rides past on his bike is later retreived by Ash. That is actually his bootprint on it too oddly enough.

Unity in this situation, Ozpin? Not likely. What you need is miltiary intervention and firepower.

Still not sure why there’s smokestacks in Mantle if everything on Remnant runs on Dust. Maybe its steam vents for the heating system.

So the Crater is literally a divide. Like a circular diamond mine or one of those “rabbit hole” gold ones. Literal wall holding its outside. 

Snowshoe Shipping. New company. Full autonomous workforce from the looks of it. SDC related of course. And its still running despite everything. The drones here are literally AKs. Motherfucker, I think I know where the idea for them came from. SDC literally just weaponized its fucking worker robots. 

And apperently Dust is refined in the Crater. Okay that makes sense. Does it come from outside or are they still mining it there I wonder.

Oh pnumatic elevator. STEALING THAT

“That isn’t relevant at the moment.” WAY TO DODGE THE QUESTION RT. YEAH BECAUSE THERES TOTALLY NOT OTHER COMPANIES OUT THERE RIGHT?

What the fuck happened to Penny? Did becoming the Maiden make her emo?

Lol yeah people are gonna die, its WAR Penny, eat shit and get over it. Fucking weaklings...

Your the maiden. Get over it. Go kill some people, you’ll feel better. Relish in power.

And Weiss is now dead from either pressure shock, thermobaric style lung implosion, forceful impact, or just being crushed flat. Oh, and asphyxiation.  Seriously that was the dumbest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. REALLY NORA.

Oh hey, a banjo in the crater. It really is hicksville.

Fire dust crystals right into a metal container to keep it  going. Holy shit it only took us 8 seasons to see Dust used physically again...

Sheep nom map. Nom nom. 

Wonder who this Crimson she mentioned is.

Lil hops. Oh no shes too cute.  Also it seems Mantle is divided into sectors. Useful information. Wonder what designates them.

Hahahah Fiona’s uncles a mole XD

And good to know “crap” is a swearword on Remnant.

Sounds like Crimson is a person with the Huntress’s. With his accent Im going to personally imagine his a grizzled former veteran, like Sergeant Stacker from Halo.

Note; the map says “Mantle City”. Interesting. Wonder what the other option is. Crater?

Ohhh and a spudmasher. Wait...no thats not a grenade. Some kind of gravitational surge thing. Again. Okay seriously RT is it so hard to just make a FUCKING WEAPON? Nothing fancy, no special features, just something that kills the fucking enemy. 

Okay...what the hell. Those Grimm cleared out like they got a retreat signal...

Ohho whats this now...this thing looks a LOT more interesting. And SAVAGE. Damn, its beating the SHIT out of Oscar! I think I like this one.

It transforms. Like the Zeta Gundam. FASCINATING. So it must have a rapid transport/assault form of the original dog one then changes to this new one for close in? Or carrying I guess, its stealing Oscar. This must be the thing that Salem sent.

Yeah kinda looks like a werewolf.

Soooo why were they just standing there watching this thing beat up on him? It was open for a couple of seconds. Surely it cant be they were worried about Oscar, the best thign to do if an enemy is grappling your friend is to get in and take advantage of it. 

Its smart too, used Oscar as a meatshield. Apperently just long enough to distract Yang and then yeet her. 

Its got ONE HAND with Oscar in it you idiots, hit it all at once! Go for the legs and the other arm, knock it down, blow its head off. COME ON, its OBVIOUS.

Oh hey it talked. Good. That means it can probably feel pain.

There is no way those legs should work like that. They’re too small and its torsos the wrong shape. This things breaking physics. 

The arms are also way too long.

Also why are you just standing there watching it grow wings? Kill the fucking thing already.  Gotta admit the movement and screaming makes me think it feels pain. Interesting. Good to know.  That or its just body horror/squick.

And thats the episode. I like how Fiona calls them “kids” though shes probably about their age. 

[lady-of-the-spirit]

The old guard?

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Favorite character: Am I allowed to cheat and say all of them bc I love all of them. In terms of “damn I love them and want them to get better and also I want to see them get hurt a lot” it’s Booker. 

Least Favorite character: Keane. The man didn’t need to shoot Nicky in the head like that. Also, he just screams ‘toxic masculinity.’

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Andy x Quynh, Nicky x Joe, Celeste x Andy, Nile x Celeste, Joe x Booker x Nicky ot3

Character I find most attractive: How the hell am I supposed to choose??? They’re all SO HOT. But Booker (Joe is a close second). Of the women? I literally have no way of choosing they’re all gorgeous. 

Character I would marry: Booker. I’d also say Nicky or Joe bc both of them are prime husband material but that’s why they’re married to each other. 

character I would be best friends with: Nile or Nicky. Nile because I think she and I would get along, Nicky because I can see us being the people standing in the corner of the room at a party and not really speaking to each other but enjoying each other’s company anyway (and then maybe after a little bit we start chatting and get along).

a random thought: I’m always thinking about the fact that they never know when their immortality will wear off and so any ‘funny’ event that kills them could finally kill them and stop the laughter so fast ALSO I’ve seen a few people say that Andy and Quynh were in Salem and it makes me grind my teeth bc THEY DID NOT BURN WITCHES IN SALEM.

An unpopular opinion: I am of the opinion that Booker’s exile was absolutely deserved and that exiling a man who is already suicidal and depressed for 100 years isn’t going to do any good whatsoever. so I’ve got lots of mixed feelings about it. 

my canon OTP: "happily living together and loving each other” NickyJoe vs “soulmates who lost each other to tragedy and may become lovers to enemies in the sequel” Andromaquynh FIGHT

Non-canon OTP: I read a few fics and somehow ended up with Joe x Nicky x Booker as an ot3

most badass character: Is this even a question? Andy.

pairing I am not a fan of: I don’t think I have one? 

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Lowkey I think they’re all doing pretty well so far. ask me again when the sequel comes out because depending on how they deal with Quynh and Booker that opinion may change. 

favourite friendship: Booker and Joe.

character I want to adopt or be adopted by: honestly none of them lol they need to get their own shit together before trying to parent me and they’re all way too much for me to parent 

take a shot for each time I mentioned Booker

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NAME. Emory Hart AGE & BIRTH DATE. 26 & August 26th, 1994 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him SPECIES. Human OCCUPATION. Bartender FACE CLAIM. Ross Lynch

BIOGRAPHY

( tw: death, drug mention, homophobia, toxic masculinity ) Nothing about rural Colorado screams inherently supernatural. It wasn’t any Salem, Massachusetts by any means, but growing up in Aurora, it might have been. Rumors ran centuries deep that the place had once been plagued by werewolves who picked on livestock and eventually locals. Everything snowballed from there, stories were made up, encounters embellished. Because of it, the whole place was full of superstitious hicks. And the Hart family had been there the whole time, they’d stuck around the area, once part of the supernatural community themselves. Shifters at some point, the gene had skipped an aunt somewhere along the way. The family had sort of watched out for the community for decades despite the shifting sort of falling to the wayside. The superstitions weren’t all that crazy, not all of the time. Town was small and vampire’s came through and picked people off every so often. And so the four Hart boys were taught to be vigilant, knew how to defend themselves or others if they needed to. 

Emory was child three of four and being a Hart meant having to learn a trade of some sort to fit into the family business. Cars, carpentry, general maintenance, between the four of them and their father, cousins that still lived in the area, the business was pretty well rounded. If your washing machine broke or you found tracks too big to be a dog, you called a Hart boy to help. 

Their father took the whole ‘protecting the community’ thing almost too seriously for someone who didn’t have any supernatural ability of his own to give him a leg up, but being a middle child, Emory didn’t think he really had any room to question him. Gerald Hart was a good man, but he was still a product of the town he grew up in his whole life. The youngest brother did question him and he wasn’t entirely cast from the family, but he was definitely the black sheep for not falling in line. It instilled a fear in Emory in his younger years that caused him to lash out with the other two at their younger sibling. Because not only did they have a decent amount in common, were gentler in nature than the two older boys, but Emory knew he was the weak link to begin with. 

Or maybe that’s what his father had wanted him to think. That there was always someone faster, stronger, smarter than him. That he was almost good enough, compliments all seemed backhanded, like the four brothers were being pitted against one another. It made it hard to see each other as a team, had them seeing each other as competition their whole lives. 

On the other hand, Barbra Hart was a kind woman, had lived in the same place her entire life and had married her high school sweetheart. It was apparent she’d always wanted at least one daughter. In a male dominated household, she was often at wits end. But she had a firm hand, didn’t have a problem telling her boys to get to work on chores around the house or grounding them for sneaking out late. But she’d never deny that she didn’t treat her two younger boys a little differently. They took after her more than their father, Emory sharing her charm and the younger her quieter disposition. They were more likely to help out around the house, quick to take up specific tasks she’d doled out than go on some hunting trip up in the mountains. It wasn’t an easy life, there was a lot of stress to strive for perfection, a microscope placed upon them by the town. 

At seventeen, the youngest of the four boys finally found his out. All but ran from the home to get onto a bus with whatever money he had saved up and skipped town. It shook the immediate family and while their father was quick to go from saying he was an adult and that he could make his own choices from lashing out in drunken tirades about how he’d betrayed them all. Things were tense at home and at nearly twenty, Emory couldn’t help but envy his youngest sibling for breaking the monotony never ending cycle of being “almost” good enough. 

And then Barbra Hart died in what locals deemed a freak hiking incident. 

Emory never saw the body, it was a closed casket funeral, but he knew his father didn’t believe for a second that it’d been an accident. Everything spiraled from there and the three remaining brothers found themselves at a crossroads. Because on one hand they were all adults at this point, but they also knew that their father was practically a conspiracy theorist at this point, raving about how there was no way in hell Barbra had died from an accident. 

It took a walk through the woods on a misty morning to make up his mind. Something didn’t feel right, Aurora didn’t feel like home, instead it felt like somewhere frozen in time in terms of ideals. A black hole that was sucking the soul right out of him. In the wake of his mother’s death, he felt like the place threatened to strip away any part of her that he carried. There’d been unrest for years, a prejudice against most of the supernaturals that ran decades deep that wasn’t going to change any time soon. It was either leave everything he’d ever known or stay to fight the unknown ill equipped to handle the challenge and wind up like his father. 

And so he left. 

With what money he had, he hitchhiked his way across the midwest, stopping to do some odd jobs here and there for more cash (painting fences, doing maintenance at truck stops, pumping gas for people, etc). He’d never experienced the city so winding up in New York was something he’d never expected he’d do, but he found work easily. Thing was it was a hub for the supernatural creatures his family had warned him to be cautious about. But he tried not to let it bother him, focused on his newfound freedom, on being an individual and not a unit. Weekdays were spent toiling away doing whatever he could while evenings were spent trying to weasel his way into the nightlife just to experience it. 

He became friends with a handful of people and he was surprised how easy it was to do so. Life wasn’t by any means easy yet, being so far from home, but it was better and it was his. At least until he had to deal with inner conflict as well as outer. One of these friends became close to him, arguably too close and it brought up a great deal of questions that he thought he’d long ago buried and moved on from. And yet, he was on his own now, so what if he was in love with a man? And while Micah was a bit mysterious, surely he felt the same way, right? There was a tension between them that was so palpable at times that, horrible backwoods upbringing aside, he felt like couldn’t just be ignored. Until it was practically too late. It took a while, almost two years, before they became something more. But before the relationship could really be formed, Micah was uprooted by his aunt and that was that. It was a painful experience, but one Emory later deemed necessary for himself to grow as a person. 

He got closer with their mutual friend Rowan, they had a decent amount of things in common, both were hard working, and it’d been at the diner she’d worked at that he’d met Micah in the first place. It was nice to have someone to lean on, vent about people, about being in the service industry. And he got back into the dating thing eventually, or at least got to do all of the experimenting he would be doing if he could afford college. Despite the age difference, it’d been her who taught him how to bartend, got him set up at a decent place through friends of friends. When she started dealing, he was hesitant that the only thing she would get into was weed, he knew it was hard for her to say no, knew she’d be telling herself it’d only be one time if she had to move anything harder. The faithful night she’d decided to take on the one time gig that took her life, he knew something was wrong the moment she didn’t pick up her phone for their usual vent call at the end of his shift. 

What he didn’t expect was that she survived the whole encounter. Or to tell him that she was a phoenix now. Or to explain she needed to go to Greece of all places. Being both worried about her and excited at the prospect of doing more traveling, he insisted he go with her.

PERSONALITY

+ benevolent, diligent, rational - hesitant, self-critical, yielding

PLAYED BY M. CST. She/Her.