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I know it’s been a bit but does anyone know anything about vintage sewing machines? Specifically a comodore 1953 deluxe? Or if you know anyone who does can you point me in their direction?
This fanfic I’m never going to write is really damn good.
Uhh hot take that has nothing to do with RWBY but with the Anne of Green Gables series. If it was written today, Gilbert Blythe would get pegged.
She calls him dearest
Anne has big top energy man
Like the stubbornness that woman has??
i promised @dameschnee123 id write a whitley-willow angst ficlet after i bomb my midterms lmao so here we go
The Schnee Manor felt a tinge warmer than usual. Willow could tell, she always hated the cold. Despite her helplessness, it was the one thing she could never let go of from her life before Jacques Schnee. The warmth of her father’s smile, the faint smell of his cologne that is still somehow attached to his scarf never failed to help her feel a bit more comfortable in this freezing mansion.
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It’s unfortunate you were promised a power that was never truly yours.
— sickness/injury prompts
“tell me where it hurts.”
“how did this happen?”
“let me see.”
“how bad is it?”
“can you carry me?”
“i can’t move.”
“this is gonna hurt.”
“i can’t feel anything.”
“you’re burning up.”
“i-i threw up.”
“don’t worry, i’m gonna take care of you.”
“how long ago did this happen?”
“how long have you felt like this?”
“why didn’t you tell me it hurt so bad?”
“your pain can’t be a ten, it’s only a scratch— o-oh…”
“i fell down.”
“please, make it stop.”
“stop moving around, you’ll make it worse.”
“i don’t think i can get up.”
“i can’t do it myself, i need you to do it.”
“i’m too squeamish for this.”
“it’s only a scratch.”
“i think someone needs a nap.”
“it really hurts.”
“it’s really bad.”
“my head hurts.”
“you’re shaking, what’s wrong?”
“do you even see how pale you are?”
“no, you’re not fine. you need help.”
“i haven’t slept in two days.”
“when’s the last time you ate?”
“do you have any ibuprofen?” “you just took three two hours ago.”
“how many of these did you take?”
“i need to clean you up first.”
“there’s so much blood.”
“i’m gonna fix you right up, okay?”
“don’t mess with that, you’ll hurt yourself.”
“i can’t stand seeing you in so much pain.”
“stop making me laugh, my stomach hurts.”
“you’re so cute when you’re sick and needy.”
“nothing’s gonna happen to me with you taking care of me, right?”
“i have to do this now or you’re going to die.”
“i know it hurts.”
“i love you too much to leave you like this.”
“your stitches ripped.”
“i feel so cold.”
“it’s never been this bad.”
“i usually don’t break anything when i do it, though.”
“i need you to help me.”
being part of the RWBY fandom and hearing a character say the word “destiny” is like hearing a fucking tornado warning out of nowhere. all of your senses are on high alert, you want to run to a safe area but you don’t know if anywhere is safe, and there’s a fucking tornado somewhere out there but you’re not sure which direction to look