[walks up to the stage, and talks to the microphone]
Oh, hi! I just wanted to announce tht I am not leaving you time to breathe, I'm doing a little something else.
I hope you're bracing yourselves.
That's all.
Bye babes and sweethearts 💙
[leaves the stage running before someone attacks her]
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just went thru my sabigiyu bookmark folder im just gonna list all the fics that r just fucking Great theyre the Best<3
anything you want, i'll give it up (give me love) by Alienu
Regardless of Destiny by Incense4
a dose of sugar by orphan_account (😔)
Read Between The Lines by DruidDamsel (account locked)
I Don't Mind. by naxan
If You Could Only See The Beast You've Made Of Me by vvidder (angst but i like the feels this one envokes- also, Giyuu You Fucking Idiot.)
Every Second Is A Second Chance by BabyDynaMight (lil bit nsfw)
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This is a personal piece which has not been done here before. I’d like to highlight that this deals with the recent S9V8 episode of RWBY. Themes that include suicide, imposter syndrome, savior/hero complex, and depression are present.
I’m just gonna say, at this point in my life, Ruby’s choice is relatable to me. No, I am not happy or ecstatic that this is happening in any regard whatsoever. However, it is relatable to me at this moment in time.
I’m in my 20s compared to her, what, 17 or 18 self? I’ve been spiraling these past few months with a lot of different things. My career, my sense of self and worth, my need to make sure everything is okay ‘because if I don’t nobody else will’. Frankly, these past few days I’ve wanted to be someone, something else just like Ruby has had dangling in front of her. It’s fucking lonely, especially as an over thinker who always has their mistakes and cringe-worthy moments in the back of their head. In fact, talking to someone on my healthcare team this week, I said “I wish anyone other than me could take my place. They’d be able to handle being here. I wish I wasn’t me.”
It hurts because Ruby, when I was 13 when this started, was my little light. My family unit was fractured, in a new place after moving from a place I considered my safe haven, with no friends. She was hopeful and bright, maybe a little airheaded and dumb and optimism shining out of her ass, but I needed that. I took on a lot of emotional legwork that I thought I needed to do because people relied on me during that time, mostly in regards to my parents and their happiness. It was a choice, yes, but a choice for my own survival because my survival depended on pleasing them. I don’t tend to get emotional over RWBY anymore because of well, a list of things too long to mention, but seeing Ruby like this did something to my 13-year-old self. It did something to my 20-something self too. The imposter syndrome, hero/savior complex, the inadvertent shouldering because over time everyone expected you to be the one that fixes everything because you’re “gifted and talented”.
And for me, I’m sick of it. Every day I have to deal with this ball of iron in my stomach and a scream so full of curses that you might as well call me Pandora’s Box. Seeing Ruby there, with no light in her eyes, kind of broke me. Because she’s what my little self needed. And Ruby is broken and full of pain, just like what little me needed Ruby to not be. It’s like a reflection and yes. I know that Ruby has been selfish and puts herself in the middle of things. I know. I know she’s brash and arrogant and things are oh so constantly about her, but you know what, right now I can’t seem to care. She’s 13-year-old-me staring right back at me, and wondering how the fuck we got here. All my hopes and dreams and wanting better for the future smashed to bits and pieces and willingly wanting out. I want to curl her up in my arms and simply let her exist. Is the writing execution of the scene “perfect”? It’s debatable to many. But to me, I’m taking this to mourn that even my hero and inspiration for the future can be weak, too. She’s not the young, naïve heroine that my teenage self needed. She’s like me, shouldering a lot that I put myself into in the hopes for a better future. I hope that Ruby’s story in this instance is treated with consideration going forward, but I am apprehensive. Both of “us” (13 and 20-something me) will be on the sidelines to see it. We can only hope that this, moving forward, will be treated with respect and dignity.
I don’t know if I can write any more of this. I’ll leave this here. If I get back to it, I’ll add another part.
Please take care of each other.
- 🐌
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