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Arch-nemesis . Gally (themazerunner)

There's a thin line between love and hate, especially when it concerns Gally.

A/N: I've re-watched the three Maze Runner movies and now I'm obsessed and getting back onto the TMR fantrain so bear with me and the future fics I've already got saved in my drafts TT 3 TT ------

You hate him with all your heart.

Truthfully, honestly. There isn’t anyone you hate more than this stupid asshole that thinks that he’s the centre of the earth.

You met him only when he’d been brought in by Lawrence and a few of his other guys, having been there just for a few weeks prior. Thinking that this might be your chance to make a new friend, you’d sidled over to him with a small smile as you asked for his name. That didn’t go as smoothly as you thought when he just grunted out his name in response and turned away from you like you were a pest instead.

But it isn’t just that. It’s the way he says your name in that really aggravating tone that grates at your nerves. It’s the way he always insists it’s your fault when you’re out on missions and come back with no updates. It’s the way he bullies you and calls you names whenever your paths cross and it makes you want to gouge his eyes out. It’s enough to say that you know Gally now and you know exactly what he’s made of. That, and the fact that you’d stay far away from him as you possibly could if that was an option.

“You’re loading it up wrong shank-face,” he’d tell you as you were re-filling your gun.

“Shut up Gally, I’m doing it properly.”

“Don’t come crying to me when the gun doesn’t work.”

“It’s none of your business if it doesn’t work.”

“It is my business if you’re gonna—“

“Right that’s enough,” your mentor and leader called Jared had to step in, like he did numerous times, to get you to cool off. You’d storm away in a fit of annoyance and irritation, hating how easily Gally got under your skin.

It’s been a few weeks since weird sightings of stray immunes have circulated the area and in reply to this, Lawrence had set you up for a mission with Gally to scout the outer walls of the Last City. That had only caused you to grumble about the unfairness of the situation.

“Why do I have to go?” Your eyes narrow at the familiar tall figure lingering in your peripheral. Gally is busy setting up his weapons as you try to plead your case, seemingly uncaring about your protests, “and with him of all people? We don’t work well together Lawrence—“

“Everyone else is taken or busy with other tasks. Meaning that only you two are free,” Lawrence cuts you off without a hint of sympathy, “so either you do as you’re told or you can leave Y/N. As simple as that.”

In the end you have no choice but to abide by his rules, strapping up your weapons and defenses before Gally calls out your name. You turn just in time to catch the water bottle he sends your way, yelping in the process.

“You’re looking a little distraught, shank-face,” he smirks at you from where he stands loading up the provisions, “scared of what you’ll find out there? If you ain’t good enough, just don’t come and waste people’s time.”

“Nobody asked for your opinion, ugly brows.”

“I’m just worried you might slow me down. I’m not a goddamn babysitter.”

“I didn’t ask for one, now will you shut up and stop talking?”

“I’m surprised these two haven’t killed each other off yet,” murmurs one of Lawrence’s men.

“Killed or kissed you mean,” Jared lets out a chuckle.

These words are enough to cause the others to look at him with shocked faces, “what do you mean?”

“Isn’t it clear?” Jared motions towards the two currently bickering, “bet that by tomorrow night these two will get together.”

“I bet they last a week before they kiss.” Another says.

“Oh come on, I’m betting two weeks. Gally isn’t that type of guy.”

“What about me?” Gally’s voice causes them all to shut up, looking at him with guilty smiles and with shakes of their heads.

“Nothing to worry about Maze boy,” Jared flicks him off with a wave of his hand, “now off you go, both of you. And I expect some good news when you return.”

“Of any kind,” someone adds quietly, to which they all cackle.

You’ve toured the city a million times before in search of any kind of entrances that might lead to the inside, where all of Wicked laid. So it’s nothing out of your depth to follow Gally around as you survey the area and scout for more sources of information.

In all honesty, touring with Gally isn’t that much different from anyone else. On the contrary, Gally’s determined nature conjoined with his natural physical ability to excel just renders him an even more ideal battle partner. Not that you’ll ever tell him that. It will surely come bite you in the ass later when you least expect it.

You’re almost at the perimeter when you notice something off about one of the citizens. It’s a little girl, her face contorted in a grimace as she holds her hands in front of her tummy. For a moment, she sways in the middle of the crowd and you’re about to dismiss it, when another figure stalks in and takes a swipe at her with a stick.

The girl yelps as the stick hits her knees, crumbling to the floor like a sack of bones.

Before you know it, you’re sprinting towards her, anger flaring through your chest as your hands steady themselves on the gun. You barely hear Gally’s voice as you stumble in front of the kid just in time to point your weapon at the older man.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You hiss at him.

The man’s eyes widen. He takes a step back, “no no, get away from her, you don’t understand—“

“Understand what? That you were going to beat her to death?” You click your gun into place, “nice try old man, now tell me—“

“Get away from her!” He yells at you, “she’s not normal! She’s—“

And a growl erupts from behind you. You swivel around in panic, eyes going wide upon noticing for the first time the dark patch close to her eyes.

The Flare.

The girl twitches. A small sob falls from her mouth. Your heart jumps to your throat, stumbling back half a step as weird animalistic noises echo from her mouth.

And then, she pounces.

You yell out something— you’re not too sure what — and are about to knock her on the head as she throws herself at you—

A bullet explodes on the right side of her brain and she falls to the ground like a puppet.

You stare at her for a minute. One more.

Your gaze slowly trails up to see familiar booted feet.

“What were you even thinking?”

Gally’s voice is usually deep. But this time, even you can’t stand up to the anger simmering in his voice. It’s dark and holds some kind of laced savagery that makes your toes curl in apprehension.

He takes your silence as guilt before grabbing onto your arm and roughly pulling you out of the crowd. He doesn’t stop and for once you don’t fight him, still not over the shock of seeing that poor girl’s face, the crazed look in her eyes. You’re so deep in your thoughts that you don’t realize you’re at your truck until Gally practically throws you against its side.

Your back digs into the metal and you grunt at the impact, the ache stinging your spine. But before you can do anything else, huge palms come to a rest on either side of your head.

Gally leans into you, so close that you can feel the heat radiate off him in waves.

“What the fuck was that about?” He growls, voice dropping even lower.

Somehow, it causes a shiver to run up your spine. Not one of fear, something else. Something that makes your stomach squeeze into knots.

“I—“ for once, you don’t seem to have any words. Instead your head turns away from Gally’s eyes as you bite down onto your lower lip, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? You’re sorry?” He scoffs, laughs to himself before his gaze hardens once more, “sorry for what Y/N? For almost getting yourself killed? Are you insane?! She could’ve literally infected you and you—“

“I didn’t know she was infected.” You tried to protest.

That seems to aggravate him even more, “You didn’t even bother to check!” His nostrils flare.

“Well I said I’m sorry!”

“Sorry’s not going to cut it if you turn into one of those Cranks you stupid slinthead! You need to be more responsible! I literally turn away for one minute and you’re—“

“Oh stop exaggerating Gally. I was trying to protect her—“

“Yeah and look how that ended!”

You snap, “why are you so pissed? It was an accident and I already said sorry!”

“It’s not just that Y/N!” He yells with such emotion that his face flushes red, “What if I wasn’t there? What would you have done then?!”

“Why the fuck do you care? You wanted me gone—“

Your words cut off in mid-conversation when his large hands suddenly cup your face before pulling you in to crash his lips against yours.

Your eyes widen, brain freezing, as butterflies erupt through your stomach.

Wow.

Is this what a kiss is?

And this is Gally, kissing you like he means it.

It's almost like time has stopped.

Heart pounding, your body slowly melts against his. You’re in a trance-like state, watching yourself crumble under his fingertips that he places right under your jaw, his other hand sliding down to your hip to pin you in place.

The kiss is surprisingly gentle yet firm. His mouth moves slowly, hesitantly, almost like he fears breaking you. And yet, when you respond with a soft movement of your own, the rumble of his chest has your stomach squeezing with adrenaline.

You’re not too sure what’s happening. Here you are, with the world’s biggest dick, kissing him like he’s your lover when all you’ve ever wanted was to kick him in the face for being a class A asshole.

But it’s weird because this, however, feels so right. Like you’re meant to be locking lips, like he doesn’t want anyone else in his arms but you. And when he cages you in his hold with even more intensity it makes you gasp, causing him to slip his tongue into your mouth with an ease that has you parting like melted butter.

Slowly, your hands trail up to his chest, grabbing hold of his dark tunic and tugging slightly as his teeth suckle onto your bottom lip. A noise echoes from the back of your throat and he growls in response, pressing you even harder so that your head tilts back against the truck’s surface.

You need air at some point and so break away from him with a small gasp, chest heaving.

Gally doesn’t hesitate. He dives down to press a kiss to the side of your jaw, down your neck, imprinting his mouth over your skin over and over again in a way that has your body shuddering with delight. Big hand sliding down to the back of your neck to pull you even closer into him, the young man’s lips find a soft spot at your pulse point, causing a whine to fall from your lips at his action.

His chest rumbles in satisfaction and before you know it he’s back to kissing you. This time it’s more heated; mouths clashing and teeth clicking and tongues battling.

And then, the reality of the situation hits you straight in the face.

You freeze. What in the shucking world are you even doing?

You’re making out with Gally, right beside your truck. In broad daylight.

The thought alone makes your hands push him away and your lips disconnect with a small ‘pop’ sound.

You’re gasping for breath at this point, eyes wide as they flutter up to lock onto his own and you’re surprised at what you find there.

There’s some sort of softness, genuine care and something more, something darker that you can’t really put your finger on.

It makes you want him.

You want him.

Shuck’s sake.

“Y/N—“ Gally starts but you’re already moving out of his hold, slipping away from his warmth and suddenly it feels a little too cold.

You shake your head at him, decide it’s best to keep your eyes away as you open the door to the passenger seat, “let’s go. We have a mission to finish.”

You don’t want to talk about it.

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It’s been days.

Days since the incident.

Days since you’ve been trying to get Gally out of your head.

You don’t understand why he’s having such an effect on you. Theoretically speaking, you should’ve bashed his head in and turned him over to Lawrence for sexual assault.

But you haven’t, and he’s also probably questioning why.

As a result, you’ve done everything in your power to avoid him. You wake up thirty minutes earlier to eat your breakfast so that you don’t have to bump into him at the table, you take the first errands that come to you — the boring ones like refilling tanks and getting the food supplies and guarding their premises. All that so that you don’t have to deal with Gally’s bullying.

Well, not that you’ve heard from him much either.

“What happened between you two?” Jared asks one evening as you help him move the supplies fresh from the last raid from the Last City.

“What?” You stare at him blankly, “what are you talking about?”

“You and Gally. You had a fight or something?”

“When are we not?” You snort, though you can’t deny the flush creeping up your neck as the memory of Gally’s body against yours resurfaces.

“Well I know you fight, but you’ve been ignoring each other.”

“And? Why is that a concern? Shouldn’t you be glad there’s less noise?”

“You’ve got a point I suppose.”

You don’t tell him it’s because you’re nervous of all the things that keep flashing through your head. You don’t tell him about how you keep on thinking of Gally’s mouth on yours, the lingering taste of him like a ghost along your lips. You don’t have to and you don’t want to, because you know that it’s going to entertain an idea far too surreal and ridiculous for you to think about.

It isn’t until a few days after your little mishap that Gally finds you in the storage room. You’ve woken up early to help the newest recruit unpack the food supplies just loaded into the main building dock, only to find out that he had this massive crush on you.

So you’ve been trying to bat him off all morning despite his most desperate attempts.

“Just give me a chance Y/N,” he says as he takes a box from your hands with a wink, “I promise I won’t make you regret it.”

You snort, “no thanks,” and turn back to keep unloading.

But he makes a grab for your hand. You yelp, pulling it out of his grasp, “what do you think you’re doing—“

“You think you’re so tough huh?” He makes another grab for your forearm this time and cages you into his grip. You try to wriggle out to no avail, his fingers squeezing so hard that you let out a cry of pain, “ow—“let me go, asshole.”

“Not until you agree.”

Your glare deepens, “I said no.”

He pulls you closer, stinky breath washing over your face and making you want to barf, “did I tell you how sexy you are when you try to act all tough and shit? I mean that’s literally—“

“Get your hands off her.”

He freezes. You do too. You recognize that voice. You could've recognized that anywhere. Your head tilts over.

Gally.

Oh.

Eyes widening at the sight, you quickly pull your arm away when the newbie drops it in shock.

“Move away,” Gally’s voice drops an octave and causes a string of butterflies to erupt through your chest, “now.”

The newbie frowns, “Who’re you to boss me around?”

“I said: Now.”

And maybe it’s the fact that Gally seems to straighten when he says it so it looks like he’s towering over the other boy, but the latter mutters a curse word under his breath and finally relents, throwing you a scowl in the process as he ducks out of the storage room.

You can’t help but lock eyes with your savior, though quickly averting your eyes in embarrassment as you resume stacking boxes after boxes. You hope that he’s just going to turn around and act ignorant, just like these past few days.

“Y/N.”

You don’t answer, resolutely trying your best to act busy.

“Y/N.”

Maybe it’s the way he says your name that makes you turn impulsively. Your eyes flit to his face, then look back down to his chest. A safer bet, “what?”

He takes a step closer, and another, and another. You swallow thickly, feeling your throat clog up with emotion as you stumble back against the boxes until no escape seems available.

Why is it that you’re always getting trapped by him?

“W—What is it?” You stammer out in hopes he can’t hear how wild your heart is beating, "What do you want?"

He lets out a soft sigh and seems to drop his shoulders in defeat, opening up his palms in a sign of defeat, "I just--I think we need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Y/N--"

"No Gally," you whip around then with eyes narrowed into slits and your fists curled beside you, "if this is about what happened in the Last City, I don't want to talk about it. It was a stupid shucking mistake and--"

"Stop using Glader slang," he interrupts like a smart-ass and you all but growl at him in irritation, "it doesn't suit you."

"Oh shut up already," you whip around and decide that it's useless to try and have a civil conversation. You'd rather focus your energy on finishing off your task.

But seems that he's determined to bug you, for you feel the warmth of his hand imprint itself on your forearm before he's tugging you. Not too harshly, gently enough that you could've stopped if you wanted to.

You let yourself turn around, cursing inwardly at how the closeness between your two bodies is rendering you a little breathless, a little weak in the knees. He's so close that you have to tilt your head up to look at him, and what you see in his gaze makes your heart skitter.

"It wasn't," he murmurs, "a mistake."

"It was a mistake," you shoot back straightaway, "we can just forget about it--"

"I don't want to. I--" he clears his throat, looks away for a second. And when his eyes find yours once again you feel your breath catch in your throat because he's looking at you in a certain way. That way. With the same kind of tenderness that makes you want to wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his chest and smell the earthly, Gally scent that had wrapped around you back when you'd kissed--

No.

You almost smack yourself, horrified. What in the world are you thinking?!

"I like you, Y/N." Gally’s voice jerks you back to reality, “I like you a shuck lot and—“

“Don’t,” you press a finger to his lips as you try desperately to put some distance between, shaking your head in horror, “no no, you don’t like me. You like me ‘cause I’m the only girl around here and it’s just your hormones talking—“

He shakes you off, “what are you on about?” He frowns before grabbing both your hands to cage them in his grip, “I know what I feel Y/N. Don’t tell me otherwise—“

“Gally please,” you scramble for coherent thought but logic is slipping away by the second. Even more so when he’s tugging you gently to him, even more when his face is a picture of softness and affection, “we hate each other’s guts—“

“I never said that.” He pauses to read your expression, fear suddenly flickering in his expression, “do you hate me?”

“I—“ the words get tangled in your mouth. You want to tell him you hate him, loathe him with all your heart and that you just want him gone and that you hates his kiss.

But you can’t.

Because it’s a lie, the truth is that you think your heart beats for him. You’re not sure since when, but that kiss had confirmed it surely enough: you like Gally more than you think you do. And that thought is terrifying.

You’re so close to him that if you let your hands drop they’ll brush against his chest, so close that you can feel his warm breath fanning across your skin and the heat of his jody permeating to yours.

Ducking your head in embarrassment, you bite down onto your lower lip.

“Answer my question, Y/N.”

You swallow thickly, “I—I don’t know.”

Gally looks down at you still, not giving you the easy way out you would’ve preferred and you find yourself crumbling under his stare.

“No,” you whisper, “I don’t hate you.”

He shifts a little closer still, eyes flitting down to your lips in a silent question.

Your breath catches. Your mouth parts. His scent wraps around you like a soft cocoon.

And then you’re lifting yourself up to kiss him.

He makes a noise of surprise at the back of his throat and you grin to yourself, loving that you caught him off guard. But that doesn’t last, for his big hands quickly drop yours to wrap around your waist before pulling your body to his and kissing you like he hasn’t seen you in ages, like he’s missed you, like he wants to do this forever.

Gally, you soon realize, kisses with his entire intention, not leaving one part of your mouth untouched and adamant on making you go pliant in his hold. You allow yourself to back up as he prods you, until your back hits one of the storage boxes hazardly stacked one atop the other, and Gally doesn't hesitate to press his chest against yours as a soft moan echoes from the back of his throat.

As his lips curve against yours in the most intimate of manners, your hands seem to take on a life of their own as they travel up his chest, caress the broadness of his shoulders, before wrapping around the back of his neck and teasing the soft baby hairs found there. You feel him grinning into your mouth and soon enough you're grinning too, foreheads pressed together as you catch your breath.

"Not bad at all," Gally murmurs, stealing a kiss from you and causing your face to flush deep red, "for someone who can't load a gun properly."

"I can too load my gun properly," you pinch him playfully and he responds with laughter.

That's when you hear your mentor's voice booming with surprise from the front entrance of the storage room:

"Well look what we have here! I told you guys they wouldn't last a week!"

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the-fiction-witch · 10 months

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Nemesis P2

Media Maze runner AU

Character Newt (Adult)

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sexy Af

Concept Nemesis meet again

I fixed my dress a little, pulling down my car's mirror to check my face eyeliner still good, and highlight appropriately sparkly, god damn it! Lipstick on my teeth I quickly fixed it and grabbed my bag getting out of the car. I locked it behind me and headed towards the building hearing my heels clack against the pavement as I did. Once inside I found a table I signed in and checked my coat with the people there and I headed inside the large hall with a bad to one side and a band playing music on the other a wave of people all stood drinking and chatting but I struggled to recall any of them. I went to the bar and got myself a large glass of wine and kinda just sheepishly stood in the corner every so often someone would come up and speak to me some I knew and some I honestly didn't remember at all but I did my best to be nice until some guys approached me

"Oh my god- it can't be- y/n?" One asked

'yep that's me"

"Fuck- it's Minho"

"Oh my goodness sorry I didn't recognize you"

"That's cool barely anyone has, you look amazing"

"You too"

"Hey, Thomas! It's y/n" he calls

"Y/n! How the hell are ya" he smiled coming and giving me a hug

"I'm okay Thomas how are you?"

"Yeah yeah great, how have things been with you?"

"Well pretty busy,"

"Youlced away didn't you uni like halfway across the country"

"Yeah I did, it was fun to get myself a job there but I moved back to town just a couple of months ago with family stuff you know"

"Yeah yeah, uhh some of us never really left" Minho laughed

"What about you guys?"

"Well works a tone of shifts at the moment, saving up already maxed stuff out on the ring" he chuckled as Teresa arrived with a drink for him and he gave her a sweet Kiss

"Awww congratulations," I smiled "What about you Minho how have things been?"

"Working hard, head of the company now still looking for that special boy"

"Aww that's sweet"

"What about you? A special man hanging around?"

"No no, not for me"

"Oh shit I'm so stupid" Minho laughed, "one second," he says scampering off with Thomas and Teresa in tow I didn't know what was happening so I simply sipped my drink until

"And behold your arch nemesis!" Thomas laughed as he and Minho and found Newt.

He stood in a pair of brown dress shoes, a matching pair of suit trousers, a white button-down rolled to his elbows slightly unbuttoned, a drink in hand looking as surprised to see me as I was to see him.

I hadn't seen Newt since my last exam we avoided each other from then on until I moved away. Not like I'd forgotten him of course but I was just kinda surprised to see him after all these years.

"Y/n."

"Newt."

"I uh I didn't know you were back"

"Only a month or so ago"

"I see. You uhh you look good"

"Thank you, you too"

"Sorry I have to go," he says quickly heading to the door

At first, I was happy as our argument was finally won in his silence, but as I watched him leave I felt angry. He shouldn't get off that easy. Not for everything he's done to me.

I downed my drink and followed him out to the grey dark car park

"Hey!"

He stopped and turned around "What!"

"What the hell?"

"What!'

"You're just leaving? That's so childish!"

"Childish? I'm being an actual adult! And walking away from this childish situation"

"No! After all of the years of torment, you put me through YOU DO NOT! Get to walk away from me! Especially as I now know way more swear words!'

"Yeah, I do too. But you have caused me enough trouble in my life the last thing I need is an arrest for common assault" he complained

"I caused you trouble! You were a dick to me my whole life!"

"Me! You fucked my whole life up do you even have any idea!" He shouted before running a hand through his hair "You have no clue, do you? No no, you just packed your shit and fucked off, didn't you. You didn't give a shit about the mess you left behind"

"What are you talking about?"

"You fucked my life up. Everything you did"

"Don't blame me for how shit your life turned out that's on you!"

"You were always such a bitch to me!"

"Me! You were always a dick to me!'

"Well maybe I wouldn't have been a dick if you didn't treat me like shit"

“maybe I wouldn't have treated you like shit if you hadn't acted like a total asshole!'

“Ahhh you are such a cunt!”

“Dick!” “Whore!” “Asshole!”

But before either of us could say another word I felt a rather shocking feeling, I felt his smooth lips against my own as he kissed me sweetly but with a mountain of passion when he pulled back I kinda just stood a little taken back - “Uhhhh That, was, not a response I was expecting”

“Yeah, me either. Sorry just kinda-”

“No no uhhh it's fine just uhh caught me off guard there,” I said trying to keep my mind straight but all I could think about was ganking his stupid blonde head back to kiss me again

“Can I do it again?” he asks, breathy and as desperate to continue as I felt

“Yes please” I nodded he wasted no time after he heard those words his hands immediately took my waist and brought me back to his lips, my own settled on his neck and shoulders happily kissing him back, our kiss burnt with a passion I had never known before the years of anger, frustration, towards each other now left to stew for so long now exploded out of us like the lid of a pressure cooker, I couldn’t help but let loose a moan of pleasure and he did too as our kiss intensified, our lips opening more still moving against one another, his tongue slid across my bottom lip and I tugged on his hair in response which allowed him to move closer our tongues now battling one another and It became clear what this intense passion truly was. Anger. Rage. Years of pent frustration. When he pulled back enough to see me, not a single word was spoken between us he merely got his car keys from his pocket clicking the button which caused his car a few rows back to flash its lights and unlock. As quick as we could both move we bolted to his car I went for the passenger door but before I could reach the handle he pushed me hard against the door with a dark smirk on his face as he settled his knee between my legs pressing his body hard against my own pressing my body hard against the car as he stroked my jaw and then pulled me back into a heavy kiss, My own hands crawled up his shirt till I took a firm grip on him our kiss so intense that in the time between him unlocking the car and this moment it had relocked and our heavy kisses against the door had caused the car alarm to go off which of course made us pull back, he unlocked it again and opened the door for me offering his hand which I happily took as he helped me climb inside. The second I was inside he shut the door and came around to the driver's seat wasting no time to climb inside, slamming his door, for a moment we both just sat in his cold car gasping intensely, I smirked and kissed him this time which seemed to drive him crazy melting against his leather seat as he kissed me back, I went to undo his shirt but he stopped me grabbing my wrist. I pulled back confused but he simply started the car up straightening himself up as he drove off out of the space and out of the car park. The engine noise was low, He bit his lip as he drove both hands on the wheel in a vice-like grip, the radio and dashboard glowing orange in the darkness only broken up by the few streetlamps we passed, the radio on low playing some station I didn’t know.

It was painful to wait even if maybe the whole journey took ten minutes if that, he saw I was impatiently biting his lip as he moved his hand to my thigh giving it a firm squeeze almost digging his nails into my skin through my tights, he vocally groaned in annoyance as we reached a set of traffic lights that turned red moments before we arrived.

“Every Bloody Time” He complained but he turned his attention to me wasting no time to close the gap between us once again this time more intense his hand started at my neck but slowly slipped down my chest making a point to stroke over my breast as he went, then down my stomach rubbing on my hips, stroking across my ass and running down my thigh, his kisses moved from my lips to my neck kissing hard as his hand slipped under my dress now rubbing against the tights and my lace panties I gasped opening my eyes and I saw

“Green light Genius”

“Yeah you’ve been flashing them all night” he muttered between kisses

“The light idiot”

“Oh shit!” He jumped as he noticed too quickly pulling away and heading off, luckily it wasn’t long. He pulled up into a driveway.

He quickly turned the car off and jumped out I happily got out too and headed for the door which he happily threw me against kissing me hard as he unlocked the door the two of us almost fell inside as the door opened he kicked the door shut and immediately went for the zip on my dress but I pulled back

"Bedroom?"

"Up the stairs first door on the left," he says

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nvstgn · 9 months

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nathancone · 5 months

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2023: A Year in Movies

Since 1999, I’ve logged every movie I’ve seen, in the theater, online, or at home on video. In 2023 I saw 79 movies, down 5 from 2022. Eighteen of the movies were new releases viewed at the theater, another dozen or so were big screen classics at TPR’s Cinema Tuesdays. My favorite new movie in the theater was “Killers of the Flower Moon.” My favorite new-to-me movie from a previous year that I discovered was Carlos Saura's “Carmen,” featuring transcendent flamenco dance numbers. I watched the new Indiana Jones movie twice this year; I think it's in the Top Three of Indiana Jones movies for me.

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever Arrival Devi The Ugly Dachshund Crazy Rich Asians Disenchanted Tár Gremlins Spider-Man: No Way Home Casablanca The Swimmer Arthur (1981) Thirteen Lives Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania The Invisible Man (1933) BlacKkKlansman The Fabelmans Monkey Business (1931) Jesus Revolution The Lego Movie The Batman Paisan Heroes for Sale Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade Coda (2021) Star Trek: Nemesis Air True Stories The Social Network Spider-Man Across the Spider-Verse American Graffiti Last Night at the Alamo Apocalypse Now: The Final Cut Hercules The Flash Dunkirk Rififi The Maze Runner Carmen (1983) Asteroid City Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1955) Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny Meet Me in St. Louis Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One Oliver & Company In the Mood for Love Oppenheimer Barbie Tarzan The Quilt Haunted Mansion (2023) Prisioneros de la Tierra Young Frankenstein Paris Is Burning Shadow of a Doubt Mississippi Masala Red River Escape From New York The Girl Can’t Help It Too Many Kisses Rope Howl’s Moving Castle Midnight In Paris Zoot Suit Barry Lyndon A Day at the Races A Fish Called Wanda Killers of the Flower Moon Cry-Baby The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes Elf Tender Mercies Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny Waitress: The Musical Maestro The Holdovers It’s a Wonderful Life Wonka La Bamba

#year in review #year in movies

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Miraculous Ladybug 2x13

Lets comment this again. So i’m starting a little late in the episode cuz I dont want to fake it, and I just remembered to do it, so lets go:

1:57 Someone hug Chloe!

1:59 Ok, the animation? Fucking awesome so far. Like something about Chloe looks so . . . perfect. This is good animation.

2:06 Chloe’s voice sounds different. Like she finally hit puberty. Also, wtf? Buy a second heart?

2:13 Also, Chloe’s back and in the spotlight, so what this hoe gonna do to akumatize another civilian? Also where was she? Sick? It was like 3 episodes. Betcha Gabriel went to the hospital and healed her with his bear hands. “I need you. There’s less angry people in the world, since you’ve been gone.”

2:17 Prediction: Chloe will steal Marinette’s gift, Marinette will throw a tantrum, no one will believe- everyone saw the gift. . . . or maybe chloe will throw it away.

2:34 I was right. But this bitch does know that everyone saw marinette bring this gift right? What does she expect? Everyone will forget?

2:59 Miss Bustier is Lily Evans.

3:00 How will she get mad?

3:14 . . . Not what I expected. Also, Bitch, if you want to get away with it don’t fucking smirk! This is why I can’t like Chloe. She’s not even a good nemesis. And bad people who smirk when they are caught because they know they will get away with it are the worst things to exist. FIGHT ME ON THIS.

3:21 EVERYONE’S VOICES SOUND LIKE THEY ALL HIT PUBERTY except Max and Adrien.

3:33 Yo, what drugs does she take cuz I want them. I need to be as happy as this psycho.

3:40 .... The entire class became the fandom. We’ve all said those things at one point, and Astruc is now fucking with us by pointing them out on his show.

3:47 I never considered that there are like 12 students in that class. That’s small.

4:04 I love every single time Astruc hints at akumatizing Marinette. Is like ‘haha, never gonna happen, but here’s a tease’. Also, whenever Mari gets angry like that she gets a shadow of her mask on her face. Watch the intro, after Chloe pushes her.

4:14 Predictions(again) Butterfly will get on its way to marinette, happy go lucky teacher will calm her down, butterfly will get confused. Still not sure how Discount Lily Evans gets akumatized.

4:54 Bustier saw the akuma, and desperately try to happy-up marinette.

4:54

Akuma: Here I go-

Marinette: *I’m not in trouble...*

Akuma: fuuuuuuuuuckkkkkk, wheeerrreee dooo I goooo noooww?

5:09

Akuma: I hate my job. Dude, just look for another person.

Hakwmoth: NO! This bitch has evaded me for far too long. Stay put!

Akuma: Ugh, I should have quit when I had the chance.

5:34 I’m so glad we finally get that scene of someone aware of those butterflies and freaking out about it. But sad that Discount Lily Evans doesn’t understand that by touching them you get akumatized.

5:52 YO! this show is getting serious with it’s story! I love this! An actual civilian fighting back! Finally! Dept! after the last childish episode this one is soooooo pleasing!

6:17 So my theory on my fanfic is becoming true. Hawkmoth can see into their mind and sweet talk just about anyone to do his biddings, no matter how nice you are. I feel smart.

6:25 From Marinette/Ladybug’s point of view, that had to be hard to watch. I was not prepared for feelings in this episode.

6:44 One swipe both lips? Damn! That lipstick IS magic!

7:27

Zombizou: And feel the love!

Chloe: Ew.

That’s good comedy right there. Because Chloe is all of us here in tumblr.

7:49 Thank God for the suit, because otherwise Marinette would have a broken neck, or a really bruised back and be unable to walk.

8:13 This got gay really quick.... can’t wait for it to get gayer.

8:27 I swear I read a fanfiction just like this. It ended with Ladybug and Chat Noir fucking.... Now I’m going to watch the pg version of it. Ugh. Or maybe this one will end with an orgy....

8:39 No Adrien, you can’t look back like you just lost a soldier in battle! They are just hugging and kissing! This is the sweetest and mellowest episode yet! You’ve been jokier and sillier through worse akumas!

9:38 Ok, it was bad definition. . . but I swear I saw Adrien in the kiss spell running to Ladybug.

9:53 They are saying ‘Kisses Kissu’ ... isn’t Kissu how Japanese/Korean people saying Kiss?

10:08 I’ve been waiting for this moment for too long. This is quickly becoming my most favorite episode.

10:30 I know why he did it, but what if he was also hoping to sneak one to Ladybug? Hahaha, funny Adrien.

10:50 Plagg and I share a brain.

11:14 .... So I CAN make the joke about french kissing! Thank you Astruc for dropping the steryotypes first!

11:51 this is getting close to becoming my fanfiction... I WROTE IT FIRST! (kinda, this episode was written a while ago)

12:03 . . . Bitch WANTS to get thrown to the hordes. Why else would she say shit like that.

12:18 Even Marinette sounds like she hit puberty. Can’t wait for Adrien to hit it too.

13:23 Don’t lie. You weren’t even trying to catch her with your arms spread like that.

13:47 ok no. Fuck this, no. Chloe is a brick and these fuckers are letting themselves drown with her. Rule number one of being a hero: The Needs of Many Overpower The Needs of One. Drop Chloe.

14:04 Woah . . .. Adrien’s voice just dropped.

14:28 Nevermind.

14:40 . . . Maze runner? Walking dead? iZOmbie? Every zombie movie cliche ever? ROSE? Why is it some get turned immediatly and Ladybug had a conversation with Kim before he turned?

15:04 What should happen: Alya and Nino, powercouple ftw, grab Chloe, look at Ladybug and Chat Noir straight in the eyes, and just throw her towards Rose. What will happen: bitch will probably be the only one besides Ladybug to not get turned cuz Chat tends to fall for these a lot.

15:52 Oh the romance! Yes! More Nilya! Make it like Titanic:

Nino: I’ll never let go Alya, I’ll never let go!

Alya: For the love of god Nino, just go, I ain’t dying.

Nino: *whispers really close to her face* I’ll never let go!

16:08 . . . These are just kisses right? Why they acting like they gonna die if they stay like zombies for more than an hour? It aint fatal!

16:14 THROW HER OUT!

16:19 I’m so glad Nilya is here, cause waiting for Ladynoir or Adrienette is killing me and Nilya is my life support.

16:24

Nino: Lets make out babe!

Alya: Kissu!

Nino: YES!

16:49 Predictable: Chat Noir gets taken. Unpredictable: Ladybug acting like her boyfriend was taken. just partners huh?

16:55

Ladybug: Chat! I’ll save you!

Chat: I’ll just stay here Ladybug, if we are gonna end up kissing, I’d rather it be after you save us.

Ladybug: ... This . .. this isn’t the right time to flirt Chat. Why do you always do this?

17:23 ... Dark Owl had her earring almost off and this is the closest you’ve gotten, Hawkmoth? How do YOU measure it?

17:40 His voice dropped again. the actor should stop highpithing his voice and let Adrien hit puberty too. #LetAdrienHitPuberty2k18

17:43 WHAT WAS SHE EXPECTING?

17:56 This revelation will last till the end of the battle then she’ll be a bitch again. Change my mind.

17:59 I hope they keep making more animations of Chat with weird faces like that. We need them for the memes.

18:01 Ok, fine. 5 points to Chloe. But she’s on -6,458,827,247 so she’s got a long way to go.

18:04 -6,458,827,227

18:36 LIPSTICKS ARE EXPENSIVE LADYBUG!

18:58 So by these standards Nino and Alya should be getting it on downstairs, right?

19:24 They didn’t show us Nilya... they are Getting. It. On. Also, #TellUsWhatHappenedToEmilieAgreste2k18

19:53 Hasn’t said anything but “No.” yet, but .... -6,458,827,200

20:17 -6,458,826,000

20:24 -6,458,826,200

20:37 that number is long to write, just add a -500 more for me being right that she would revert to Bitch Chloe when this was over.

21:29 ... What happened between Nino and Alya?

OK, call me Cinema Sins cause that’s basically what I’m doing. Overall, I love this episode. It had the beauty of a fanfiction. Thomas Astruc and his team are reading fanfics #confirmed. But yeah, they had to soften Chloe at one point to turn her into Queen Bee. And Marinette will most likely do it, so she had to see it. There.

#Chloeisabrickmadeofclayandisfinallydisolvinginwater.

#ml spoilers #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #ladybug #ladynoir #ladrien #adrien #adrienette #adrien x marinette #adrien agreste #marichat #marinette and tikki #marinette cheng #chat noir #ladybug and chat noir #ML Commentary

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RWBY Musings #41: The White Knight, the Old Wizard and the Legendary Blade of Destruction

Hey there @bloomfireprincess! You asked for my views on your theories so let’s do this. I read through all three of your theory posts. Pretty solid theories m’friend. Now for my response, I’ve mainly pulled some key points that you made in your original posts that I wanted to share my thoughts on if you don’t mind. That being said, let us begin:

“...I think that Oz knew Jaune faked his transcripts. But he let him in because he felt a connection. And remember, the Great and Powerful Oz was a sham who became great. Perhaps he thought the connection meant that Jaune was his next incarnation. Perhaps he didn’t realize the deeper connection; that Jaune is his descendant.

And, as his descendant, he’s special and has a unique destiny, though not as Oz’s reincarnation. Perhaps that’s why Ozpin was watching so carefully when Jaune and Pyrrha entered that cave, because he knows that’s the passageway to the Relic vault, and wondered how Jaune knew. Maybe it WAS instinct on Jaune’s part, either by destiny, design, or by the Relic he unknowingly carries...”

Interesting. I always figured that the reason Oz was looking at Pyrrha and Jaune closely that time was mostly due to him keeping tabs on their individual progress; particularly Pyrrha’s. Remember Pyrrha was chosen as Ozpin’s choice to succeed Amber as the next Fall Maiden. If anything, I think he was observing Arkos closely to see how both of them would handle the next upcoming scenario. But that’s just my opinion on that.

Alright I’m going to be honest with you when I say this, fam. I don't buy into the theory that Jaune is a descendant of Ozpin. You're not the first RWBY theorist I’ve heard express this analogy. As a matter of fact, it's one of the most popular fan theories I've noticed circulating the FNDM secondary to the old one about Qrow secretly being Ruby's dad which, as fans know now was debunked by the CRWBY writers. Don't get me wrong. It's not a bad theory. I'm just one of the folks who don't particularly agree with it. I do like your point about Ozpin sensing something special in Jaune, a deeper connection that might've given the old Wizard an impression that he somehow knows more to Jaune than he lets off, if that makes sense. However I don’t agree that it’s because of the descendant theory.

For me, my theory is that the reason Ozpin probably gave Jaune a free pass into Beacon was because he felt a familiarity with the young huntsman that reminded him of his great-great-grandfather.

“...We still don’t know much about the history of Vale. We know that the Great King of Vale fought and ended the war between the Kingdoms with his Great Sword. We know he founded the schools. And then he retired into the obscurity of Legend.

Now, it’s been stated that Ozpin founded the schools. We know Ozpin reincarnates into a like minded soul. Could he have been the Great King of Vale?...”

Yes. I'm on the same page as you are with Ozpin being the King of Vale in his past life. However my hunch is that Oz knew Jaune's great-great-grandfather when he was a young lad and probably even trained him under his tutelage. For all we know, Jaune might be the splitting image of his ancestor when he was a teenager and probably suffered the same shortcomings of coming into his own inner strength as warrior around that age. The same greatness and strong potential that Ozpin saw in Jaune was probably what he recalled seeing in his ancestor when the two met in another life. But that's my view on that.

It's funny. Y’know I never considered Ozpin having descendants. Even now that I know he's lived many lives as many different men, the idea of him baring spawn within those lifetimes still eludes me. I guess I find the idea to be oddly farfetched. The question I'm asking is if Oz did have descendents then...what happened to all of them? Moreover, why haven’t we met any of them in the series as yet? I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around the notion of Ozpin having descendants because I find it unbelievable for Ozpin to have countless of lifetimes where he had scours of children he bred and raised and not maintain a connection to said successors even if he moved onto another life. If the theory of Ozpin having descendents from his past lives is true then I figured we would have met at least one of them canonically in the series by now since I imagined Oz being close to his descendants in all of his life times. Y'know just as how in the Legend of Korra series, Avatar Korra got to be 'trained' by Tenzin, an Airbending Master who was the son of Korra's previous incarnation---Avatar Aang.

It'd be interesting if at least one of the members of Oz's inner circle were his descendants. Heck, it would've been amazing if the reason why Ozpin chose Glynda Goodwitch, James Ironwood, Leonardo Lionheart and Qrow Branwen specifically was because their ancestors in their respective family bloodlines were his brood. That could be cool as a concept.

Heck, for all we know, Ruby Rose could be a descendant of one of Ozpin’s many incarnates who was the first Silver Eyed Warrior to walk Remnant. For all we know, the Silver Eyed Warriors were in fact a branch of Ozpin’s true pureblood kin blessed (or cursed) with his magic. Could help to justify why he’s the only one with any real bearings around their legend. But I'm not sure. Just spit-balling here.

It's easier for me to believe Oz chose a life of solitude; preferring allies over romantic partners due to the burdens of his responsibility to world. It could explain why he became a professor. In a way, the students of the academies and I do mean---all of the academies, not just Beacon, were basically Oz's children. There was almost a parental, nurturing nature to the way Oz would always approach his students; offering them advice and comfort if they ever needed it of him. It’s one of the reasons that made me like Oz as a character. For all that is said about him, he genuinely cares for the people in his life; particularly the young warriors under his tutelage. Yes I know catapulting your students off of a cliff into a forest infested with deadly grimm on presumably their first day of school doesn’t exactly spell 'Teacher of Year' but nevertheless, Oz has been shown to truly care for the livelihood of his students even going so far as to accept the full burdens and responsibility for their deaths even when it paints an ugly picture of him; as in the case of Gretchen Rainart.

“What if the cave was a secret passageway to the Relic, and guarded by a Grimm?”

Hmmmmm...I’m not sure about that m’friend. Remember, the Grimm are controlled by Salem. Salem has been described as the ‘Leader or Master of the Grimm’ by characters such as Raven Branwen. If a Grimm was indeed guarding the Relic then wouldn’t Salem have easily acquired it by now since one of her own knew where it was hidden?

As we saw back during the events of Volume 4, a Seer Grimm came to inform Salem that the Grimm that were currently situated in the fallen ruins of the Beacon Academy school grounds were unsuccessful in finding the Relic of Choice. It was made clear that Salem is having her Grimm search for the Relic in the remains of the school. Unless Oz has some other kind of mythological beast relative to the World of Remnant safeguarding the Relic, I don’t think a Grimm is it. Unless you were referring to the Grimm being used as cover to safeguard the Relic from any humans wishing to pursue its power. Not sure if that was what you meant. But I think it would still play out the same way since Salem controls the Grimm.

I do think you could be onto something though. Because of your theory, I rewatched RWBY V1: Chapter 8: Players and Pieces. The area where the students had their initiation now peaks my interest. As you rightfully put it, one may look at those ruins and see it for no more than what it is when in actuality, there could be something else to those ruins. A part of me also would love to see the group revisit that area just to give the CRWBY an opportunity to revamp the sets used back in the first volume. As we all know, the quality of animation for RWBY has improved tremendously since its earlier seasons, especially in regards to its backgrounds and environmental models. So much so that I’d love to see the team remaster some of the older environments used for Beacon Academy and Vale; including the ruins in the Emerald Forest. Plus I like it when a series introduces something at the beginning of the story and then returns the plot full swing to this particular point of origin.

In the Harry Potter series, the story began with Harry going to Hogwarts and ended with his final battle against his arch nemesis: Lord Voldemort taking part in Hogwarts.

In the Maze Runner series, the story started with Thomas and the Gladers being trapped in the Maze, working to escape only for the story to conclude with them returning to the very same Maze. So why not the same be for RWBY? The ruins in the Emerald Forest were where our heroes first showcased their skills as huntsmen and huntresses and formed their signature teams. Like you, I’d love to see them return to those same ruins again.

I think it would be cool if the Relic of Choice was hidden somewhere in the Emerald Forest. If not Choice then perhaps Destruction.

“...Also, about his Sword. Not much is known about it, but my theory is this. His sword was the Relic of Destruction. Remember where the last battle took place; Vacuo. I think that Ozpin-The Great King used the Relic of Destruction to end the war.

Now, think of what we know about Jaune. He has seven sisters. He wasn’t able to make it into combat school, but wanted to be a warrior. He carries a hand-me-down sword from his great great great Grandfather who used it to fight in the Great War. Jaune means yellow, but Monty said that that wasn’t his color. His aura, which is normally the holders color, is white.

I believe Jaune’s the descendant of the Great King of Vale, and therefore of one of Oz’s incarnations. I believe his “heirloom” sword is the Great Kings sword and the Relic of Destruction....”

Once again, the squiggle meister stands on the opposite side of the theory spectrum. Similar to the Jaune being Oz’s descendant popular theory, the one about Crocea Mors being the Relic of Destruction is another popular FNDM theory that I don’t agree with. Sorry. Another RWBY theorist cleverly pointed out that the Symbols for each of the Remnant Kingdoms were clues to what the Relics might be.

In the depiction of Vacuo’s Symbol, it’s not one blade but three. Not to take things literally but, what if ...the Relic of Destruction is comprised of three swords that when combined become one weapon of mass..well...destruction. It could also make obtaining the Full Relic of Destruction mighty tricky if all three Blades of the Relic were separated and unless they are found and recombined then the Relic of Destruction would not achieve its true form and full power. But that’s just a tiny hunch.

If I’m going off of the symbols as reference then Crocea Mors can’t be the Relic of Destruction because it looks nothing like the depiction in the Symbol for Vacuo. Not to mention that Crocea Mors is a sword and shield. The Relic of Destruction is just a sword.

I know there are a few fan theorists who have made posts highlighting visual proof of the resemblance between Crocea Mors and the Relic of Destruction that was the alleged signature weapon of the King of Vale. Still, I don’t buy it. It’s not that I find this theory hard to believe. I just don’t agree with it and I’ll share my reasons why.

I’d like to believe that Crocea Mors holds the same value as the Oz-cane. It’s not a relic despite the many fans that think it is. But it does hold a unique sentimental quality about it that makes it special to its wielder. For Ozpin, his cane is special to him because of personal reasons that probably tie into his past whereas with Jaune, Crocea Mors is special to him for two main reasons. One, it’s a family heirloom passed down through the generations of huntsman in the Arc Family and secondly, the weapon was remade using materials from Pyrhha’s previous weapon as an eternal symbol of her legacy living on to continue to support Jaune in combat; the same way she did when she was alive as his ally and teammate.

It is for that last reason alone why I don’t think Crocea Mors is a relic. I don’t even want nor need it to be a relic. The only point that I will take from that theory is that Crocea Mors might be an on-screen clue as to what the real Relic of Destruction might look like. Perhaps Crocea Mors was modelled after the King of Vale’s legendary sword to the point that one could confuse it for the real thing.

That being said, I do believe Jaune will come to wield the Relic of Destruction for the future of RWBY. I stand with you on the point that there is something special about Jaune and I think him being the one to wield the power of a relic could be it. I’d like to think that the Relic of Destruction works the same as Thor’s Hammer or even better, the Legendary Sword: Excalibur. Do you know what would be really ironic? If the Relic of Destruction was inspired by Excalibur and the story of King Arthur. I’m no British history buff but wasn’t Arthur crowned the King of Britain after pulling Excalibur from the stone? Perhaps that how’s the King of Vale rose to sovereignty. By proving his worthiness by freeing the Relic of Destruction from its stone imprisonment and then using its mystical powers to bring Remnant to a time of peace and prosperity. I think it would be pretty cool if the King’s story followed Arthur’s with Ozpin being the voice in his head to guide him towards his destiny as the future ruler of Remnant. Makes me kind of giddy just thinking about it. So yeah, that’s what I think Jaune’s fate will be. He will be the next wielder of the Relic of Destruction. While I don’t stand with the popular theory of him being related to the King of Vale, I do stand with the theory of the Great-Great-Grandson of the King of Vale’s Pupil becoming his eventual successor. My theory is that Great-Great-Grandpapi Arc was an apprentice to the adult King of Vale who trained him to be a huntsman and even bestowed him with the weapon that he used to fight in the Great War alongside him: Crocea Mors. That’s my theory.

“...Whatever the reason, I’m thinking that this story is a pretty good possibility. It would be too cut and dry if the series went “enter kingdom, learn some secrets, fight some bad guys, get the relic)” over and over. By that token as Beacon was a draw, Haven the good guys got, I think that the villains will acquire the Relic of Creation. I think that they will head for Vacuo and go through everything to find out that the Relic isn’t there. It hasn’t been for a while...”

While I wouldn’t exactly call the Fall of Beacon a draw; I do agree with you on the assumption that the villains may succeed in obtaining the Relic of Creation for the next arc. Since Beacon fell and the Haven Arc concluded with triumph, I think this could foreshadow a dark premise for the upcoming Atlas Arc. I think this could spell Atlas joining Mantle in experience a very cold winter. But again, just a tiny hunch.

I do really love your idea about a decoy Relic being planted inside of Shade Academy. That’s brilliant! It would be a perfect twist to differentiate the Vacuo Arc from the other kingdoms. As for the true whereabouts of the real Relic of Destruction. Well I already expressed my disagreement with Crocea Mors being revealed as the Relic of Destruction. I actually like the idea of the uncovering the Relic of Destruction tying into us learning the true story of how the King of Vale rose to power. Oooh! Do you know what would be cool? If the Relic of Knowledge was buried with the King of Vale after he died in the place where the King first discovered the legendary sword. Inside of an ancient tomb located somewhere hidden from the mortal eye, not in Vacuo but in Vale meaning that the gang would have to return to Vale to obtain both the Relics of Destruction and Choice; bringing the story full circle. I think that could be awesome!

“....They’ll use the Relic of Choice to give the Grimm Free Will and the ability to choose.

They’ll use Relic of Knowledge to give them knowledge of the world they live in and the ability to learn.

They'll use Relic of Creation to make the Grimm real, granting them substance and Aura.

And they’ll use the Relic of Destruction to give the Grimm the power to destroy their violent tendencies.

Finally ending the threat of the Grimm once and for all, and leading towards a path of acceptance and coexistence between Human, Faunus, and Grimm....”

Hmmm....that’s a really interesting perspective you have there. I like your idea of the combined power of the Relics being used to ‘correct’ or change the nature of the Creatures of Grimm. However...I don’t think that will necessarily stop the threat of the Grimm once and for all.

Remember the Grimm were created by the God of Darkness to originally destroy the creations of his brother: the God of Light. Even before man was made, the Grimm have always existed to destroy and create chaos and carnage wherever they go. Although, Professor...sorry Dr. Oobleck did point out in V2 that there are a few intelligent Grimm that have evolved and adapted to the ever-changing world that they’re forced to share with man. While I’m not sure if this is a sign that there are more intelligent Grimm species on par with the likes of humans, it does peak some interest.

‘...They'll use Relic of Creation to make the Grimm real, granting them substance and Aura...’ I’m not sure if this is how the Relic of Creation works. I mean I hope it does work like that because I’m hoping for the Atlas Arc that the Relic of Creation is used to have a Pinocchio effect on the revived Penny Pollendina (cause you know she’s coming back) and make her a real girl. But...I don’t think it’ll be a good idea to give the Grimm substance and Aura since...isn’t that not their main weakness? Since the Grimm lack a soul and thus are unable to produce an aura, this is the major advantage the Huntsman have over them since their able to use their aura and semblances to defeat the Grimm. If the Grimm gain such an ability as well...ermm...this could be neither good or bad.

I’m not sure how giving the Grimm, I guess more ‘human-like’ tendencies would help bring peace to Remnant though. If anything, this would only serve to create the same fragile temporary peace that currently exists in the series. Because what happens if some Grimm decide to continue to kill humans for the heck of it while others chose to live honourably? Then what happens if because of the Grimm attacks, the huntsman are forced to retaliate, rekindling the war between the Grimm and the Huntsmen yet again.

Unless the Relics are used to create a separate world where the Grimm can exist where they are no longer a threat to the People of Remnant or unless the Relics are used to erase the existence of the Grimm entirely or...even create a new species to counter the darkness of the Grimm....unless it’s either of those things, I’m not sure man. These final battle thoughts of yours got me pondering things.

Is it even possible to change the nature of the Grimm? I mean...I questioned if it’s possible for a huntsman to train a Grimm once upon a time because I wanted to have a main character (particular Oscar) befriend a Grimm to show a different side to these monstrous creatures. I dunno. Imma stick a pin in this one for now.

To conclude...

Overall, some pretty solid theories Bloom. I know I disagreed with some of your points but that’s mostly due to me having my own thoughts and opinions on some of the popular FNDM theories that you brought up. So I hope you still don’t mind my answers.

That being said, you brought up some really good, pretty thought-provoking points especially that last bit with your ‘RWBY Final Battle Thoughts’. I’ll share the links to your original three theory posts for anyone wishing to read them which I encourage.

Thanks for sharing your theories with me.

Bloomfireprincess’ RWBY Theories:

♦ RWBY Relics Part I ♦ RWBY Relics Part II ♦ RWBY Final Battle Thoughts

♦ More RWBY Musings by Squiggles

~LittleMissSquiggles (2018)

#rwby #jaune arc #professor ozpin #jaune and ozpin #jaune and pyrhha #rwby theories #rwby musings #squiggles answers: rwby

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