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ignify-caligo · 3 years

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i cant remember if i already asked this or not but: random hc for all the scoiatael:

who would win in a just dance esque dance battle and what would be their go to song ?

ik ive sent u a lot of asks so no pressure to do this one!

Random HC’s from you are total bangers so far! Never played just dance personally, so sorry in advance if I mix some shit up! These are probably extremely random (tbh that’s the point but shhh) and stray away from the ask, but these are just vibes they give me. So, stopping with the chatter, here’s how these idiots would break their bones while doing this (plus my random as hell music taste! :D) .

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Cedric

He’s being assigned as the judge of this hellscape, even if he shows interested in joining the playtime. The others find his ex – scoia’tael status as basic neutrality, so he should be neutral in his statements. Which in all honesty, is perfectly fine with him because he for one, absolutely despises dancing because he is, to be honest, shitty at it. His go-to song would be Masquerade by Lindsey Sterling, only because it doesn’t have any lyrical lines and it makes it ‘easier to match his struggling to.

Eldain

Compared to others on this list, he’s the more average dancer. Perhaps a little under the ‘average’ rank, but don’t blame him, he always has been more of the musical type than anything else. But he would be damned if he didn’t join. Because someone he loved with his whole heart, would certainly join in on the fun and enjoy every millisecond. Picking a song for him is such a difficult task because he’s going to judge the hell out of it and the worst thing is it’s going to be accurate to the last detail. But if he couldn’t use his own music, he would probably pick a tavern banger e.g., Get out Ye Black and Tans by Derek Warfield or Sweet Dreams remix by Steve Void.

Iorveth

He leans more towards the warm climate of flamenco or tango. These dances match him perfectly, to a bystander it looks like he’s gliding across the dance floor. He’s one of the top candidates to first place, either because it’s genuine skills or he’s threatening the hell out of Cedric. Plus, he is even adding some backstory behind his performance, like it was a Shakespearean spectacle of sorts. Because he’s totally that kind of extra and dramatic. His song must match his dramatics, so his go-to would be El Tango De Roxanne from “Moulin Rouge”. Which when you hear it, you can probably guess who’s getting pissed at Iorveth every time he puts it on the play.

Ciaran

I don’t want to expose his ass out to the world… but he would wish for that he could be truly decent in dancing. He’s clumsy and the type to lose the rhythm in the middle of a dance. Iorveth once tried to drag him into the ‘flamenco/tango’ side. Didn’t work, Ciaran ended up with a sore backside after falling several times. Cedric would probably give him some points for effort and dedication, but that wouldn’t push him up the ranking very much. Ciaran’s the total pop kid in the whole group, he’s song choices would range from the most popular once to e.g., Принцесса (Printsessa) by Babek Mamedrzeaev.

Isengrim

His entry can be described as step dancing. This shithead (not derogatory, we love this man) doesn’t do anything besides step dancing, give him whatever kind of song and this man will find a way to make it match his moves. Not the other way around, he’s not going to give up against a challenge. He’s a master at work when it comes to his moves, his sticks for legs move in perfect sync and rhythm. Out of all of them, he’s competing against Iorveth for the first place, the others sadly don’t make the cut for first place. Don’t eat me for the song choice though, Rasputin by Boney M. is his national anthem from now on! I don’t make the rules, he does.

Yaevinn

Ok, this is probably gonna attract some thoughts, but this man believes himself to be the absolute elite at dancing. Like, he thinks it is so easy as stealing a child’s candy. To be real, he has two left legs with arthritis. He takes three steps and is down like a plank. Also, he’s a sore loser. But he prefers to watch rather than dance anyways, so he ends up sucking it up after being a little salty. His choice when it comes to the song is Котик (Kotik) by Alexander Rybak. Don’t even ask me why it just gives of Yaevinn vibes for some weird reason.

Headcanon Meme Here

#cedric witcher #eldain #iorveth #ciaran aep easnillen #isengrim faoiltiarna #yaevinn #scoia'tael #aen seidhe #the witcher #the witcher series #the witcher headcanon #caligo's post #caligo's headcanons #caligo answers q.#this should be called ‘caligo exposes their playlist 101’ lmao 😂#I loved this asks so much thank you for sending this!#also this is yaevinn’s first debut so that’s also fun!#the elf collection is growing *evil laugh* xD

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carolinedionecd · 3 years

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"What !? No - No"

Sterling palmed her face in shock.

"Mom? What's she talking about?"

Blair is directly looking at Debbie, with brows arched as a sign of confusion. She knew she'll never get an answer from Debbie so she looked at her dad.

"Dad?"

She opened her arms as a signal to Anders that she's waiting for an answer. Anderson bit his lip, took a big sigh and looked at Debbie, who's still crying while pointing her shotgun directly at Dana.

"Hello !? I'm shot !?"

Everyone looked at the man who's lying on the floor, Dana's shitty boyfriend. Bowser pointed his gun at the guy, cuffed then took him.

"Dad?"

Blair is still waiting for an answer, that she knows she's not gonna get, for now.

"Sterling come here!"

Blair took Sterling's wrist then took her to Bowser's car.

"Blair II - alkdjadniw"

Sterling's blabbering, because she's still in shock. Blair closed the backseat door where they're sitting.

"Listen to me, Sterl. We will always be sisters. Twin sisters. You just came out of our mom's twin sister. See? We're still twins"

Sterling looked at Blair who's waiting for her to speak.

"Y-yeah. Yeah. I could - I could deal with that."

Sterling can't cry. She's overwhelmed with emotions and shock and questions. They both looked out of the window when the police arrived. Dana is being put in jail.

Debbie, Anders, and Bowser are talking when the police left.

"Holy shit! They're gonna know that Bowser is a bounty hunter!"

Blair is now in a panic.

"W-what? Why? How?"

Sterling is still confused, her mind is far away from wherever they are.

"Shit they looked at us! Hide!"

They both ducked.

"Wait, why are we hiding?"

Sterling still full of confusion but she follows what Blair is doing because Blair is the only one that makes sense to her now.

"I - I - why are you hiding?"

Blair asked her back. Suddenly, the driver's seat door opened.

"Girls. I will get you home now. Okay?"

They sighed in relief when they heard Bowser's voice so they sat back on their seats.

"Did you tell them about bounty hunting? Did you tell them that we're on your team?"

Bowser rolled his eyes at Blair's question.

"First, I did not tell them that I am a bounty hunter. Second, they will never know you're on my team."

The twins took a big sigh. Blair is relieved that their cover isn't blown, as if a spy dodged a bullet. Sterling, took a big sigh because now that her mom is actually her aunt, she's seeing the family that she grew up in, in a totally different way.

"Third,"

Bowser broke the silence that made the two look at him.

"Are you okay baby girl?"

He's looking directly at Sterling. Blair looked at Sterling, waiting for her to answer Bowsie.

"Yeah, I guess so."

She looked down on her hand and tried to play with her nails.

"You know what? You don't even look like her. You look more like mom. Our mom. You're her favorite and I'm sure she loves you so much--," Blair's eyebrows crossed again. "--more than she loves me."

Confused with her own sentence, she shrugged it off, like she's telling herself that that's not the point.

"Do you remember in third grade, she told us she's gonna make us a ham sandwich for lunch, and then you got the ham sandwich and I got the peanut butter sandwich !?"

Sterling laughed when she remembered how angry Blair was when they got home and told their mom.

"Do you remember what she said?"

Asked Blair.

"Yeah. You told her, 'where was my ham sandwich !?'"

The two laughed because Sterling made an impression of Blair's third-grade-angry-face.

"Yeah! And she was like, 'Blair, you should learn to give to others especially your sister. I love you both so much but a responsible older sister should always take care of her younger sister.'"

They looked at each other.

"Yeah. That was fair."

Sterling finally agreed.

"She always put you first over me. Always has and always has been. But, works for me. Less attention, less expectation. It's enough for me to know they love me, they love us. But so you know, you have to take care of your kidney because I am not going to donate it. I want to die with my organs complete and intact. "

Bowser, silently listening to them shakes his head in awe.

"I should really stay hydrated."

Hydrated. Shoot. The water bottle. Lock-in meeting. April.

"Bye, Sterl."

Once again, Sterling took a big sigh. Her heart is crumbling like paper. Now her tears are starting to run down but she tried to hide them and wipe them away using her forehand.

"Oh my God!"

She looked at Blair when she heard her scream.

"What?"

Blair looked back at Sterling with tears in her eyes. With a wide freaking smile.

"It's Miles! He wants to talk!"

Blair happily hugged Sterl. The latter is so happy for her sister.

"Holy crap. We're gonna makeup, we'll be together again! Oh, sweet Jesus! I miss his smell!"

Sterling, can't help but miss April.

Her lips.

Her smile.

Her kiss.

Her smell.

Her skin.

"Honey"

Debbie hugged Sterling so tight. She knows Sterling is in shock but she's scared to let Sterling think negative thoughts and doubt herself.

"M-Can I still call you mom?"

Asked Sterling while they're hugging each other.

"Oh, sweetheart. I am your mom. No one else could be your mom. Okay? And you, are Sterling. You are our daughter. You are sisters - twin sisters."

Debbie softly touched their chins while smiling.

"See? I told you we're still sisters and twins."

Blair happily told Sterling. She smiled so wide. She's never been this happy to be a part of this family.

"I can't even imagine my life without you. I mean, who's gonna let me borrow a bra and never return it and doesn't get mad?"

Sterling laughed again. Anders and Debbie hugged the twins. They looked at each other with a genuine smile. Their hands intertwined with each other. Anders kissed Debbie on her forehead with a sigh of relief because the husband and the wife know that this night just made their family ties stronger than ever.

"Okay, can we please face the fact that you guys still didn't answer my questions last night?"

Typical Blair, asking questions and gets paranoid when they're not being answered.

"Okay, honey. First of all, we are having breakfast. I don't think it's appropriate to talk about that this time."

Blair's brows arched once again because of disbelief.

"A-actually, mom--" Sterling slightly smiled then reached for her nape. "--I want to know. I think I deserve that."

Debbie silently put down her tea, took the napkin out of her lap, and damped it on her lips before saying anything. Anders reached for Debbie's hand that is resting on her lap, which made her look at Anders. She took a big sigh.

"Okay, I'm going to make it short and precise."

Sterling and Blair are waiting for the answers while Anders enjoys himself chewing his food, but it is making an annoying sound. The three girls looked at him.

"What? I'm just eating my food."

Debbie rolled her eyes. The twins looked back at Debbie.

"Dana showed in our old house carrying you. Blair was just a month old. She told me she can't take care of you so she wanted me to take care of you as my own. Dana was a mess. I mean, she still is. But I don't know who your father is. That's it. "

Sterling isn't bothered anymore. She's a Wesley and will always be a Wesley.

"Are you going home right after school?"

Asked Blair while she's driving to school. Sterling's mind is still in the wind.

"Y-yeah. I guess. I don't have much to do."

Blair looked at Sterling with worry.

"It's gonna be okay. I know it's hard for you to walk around and see her in every corner but you have to be strong."

Sterling looked at Blair.

"Yeah. I just have to be strong."

Blair looked at her again, not convinced by how Sterling said those words.

"Or you can pretend you hate her again until it comes true."

Sterling looked at her.

"II-can't do that."

Sterling looked in the side-view mirror when she saw that they're approaching the parking lot.

"Just pretend. Okay? Act tough and doesn't care about her."

The last piece of advice from Blair before they step out of the car. "By the way, you have to take an uber later. I'm gonna meet with Miles. It's our make-up date. Or probably make-up-then-make-out-date."

Sterl just nodded to Blair.

"Incoming."

She whispered to Sterling as she saw April approaching them. Sterling's heart is pounding just the thought of hearing April's voice. She's directly looking at April while walking and is ready to stop whenever April greets her but to her dismay, April didn't greet her, or even called her name, or even took a glimpse of her.

Sterling stopped and turned around, chasing April's back by staring at her.

"Hey, Luke!"

Sterling turned her back before she sees the flirting that is about to happen.

"How is she doing that? I mean, that would be so hard for a gay woman to flirt with someone who's not even on her menu."

Whispered Blair to Sterling while walking towards the entrance.

"Shhhh someone might hear you."

Sterling dropped her bag then turned her face down the table. She kept taking deep breaths, assuming it would heal her aching heart.

"I told you to save me a seat beside you"

She heard the voice she's longing to hear, but she kept her cool and decided to only move when the bell rang.

"I'm sorry, Hannah B is already here when I came in. I wouldn't wanna sit beside--"

Ezequiel looked down at sleeping Sterling. April doesn't even need to turn her back to know who that girl is because even her peripheral vision can recognize her instantly. But for the sake of pretending, she looked around and rolled her eyes.

"Fine."

Hey guys I didn't know that tumblr has a limit. So I cant post the whole chapter. If you'd like to continue reading you can go to my wattpad account. Here's the link.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/251725935?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=BlueWhaaale&wp_originator=ayB6mhaua0htPKGYUuBaMBOLTreql97Gtq2XrCSLeglsobjcXhwlj7feIgshPrYg37%2F%2FSPEokHRINccn6JFN1sjV4x%2BZ8bgbF1HtvWBwBfwTOpRpdINWFkLBcro73h7g

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the-equine-typist · 3 years

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Welcome to My Wild World

Some "About Me" Basics

Please call me: Equine, Typist, or RJ

Pronouns: they/them, he/him

Sexuality: Asexual

Romantic Attraction: Aromantic

Here's a Fun Fact About Me: I have a cat named Atari. No, not because I like to play video games (which I totally do), but because he has an almost perfect Atari logo in the markings on his head. I also express myself with writing because I cant draw people worth a sh!t.

Rules

No explicit or inappropriate content! This includes writing NSFW/suggestive, p*dophelia, i*cest, r*pe, polygamy, self-harm, abuse

I also don't plan on writing character x character, character x your OC, or yandere (check out https://turnaboutyandere.tumblr.com/ if you're an Ace Attorney fan interested in that stuff)

Please don't send asks/DMs/posts about any above-mentioned topics. If there is any of that they will be promptly ignored and/or deleted.

I reserve the right to refuse asks if they make me uncomfortable, I don't think I can write it, or I don't have enough knowledge to write it.

I'm more than open to writing LGBT+ relationships, platonic relationships, slice-of-life, fluff, angst, HCs for my characters and more!!

There is a 3 characters max per ask. I don't want to overwhelm myself, and I want to give as many people as possible a chance to be heard.

This is not a spoiler-free blog! For Ace Attorney, I'll try my best to use appropriate labeling for major spoilers.

Feel free to interact, but keep in mind I may or may not be able to answer right away. I'll have time when I have time, but also know there will be days where I just need a break. I am human after all.

I do not support h*mophobia, r*cism, or any hate towards others in general. RESPECT IS FOR EVERYONE!!!

Please do not use my characters for reposting or your own stories and whatever else!! I'm okay if you use them for inspiration, but that's about it.

"About Me" About My Characters

Shasta Oliver Sterling

Please call them: Shasta, Sterling, Olli (reserved for Charlotte only)

Pronouns: they/them, he/him

Sexuality: Asexual

Romantic Attraction: Panromantic

Here's a Fun Fact About Them: Shasta is and was born as a kelpie, a Scottish water horse monster that eats humans. He is also known for being brutally honest.

Anton Esther Sterling

Please call them: Anton

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Homosexual

Romantic Attraction: Homoromantic

Here's a Fun Fact About Them: Anton is very flamboyant and "extra". He can't help it it's in his nature. He's also Shasta's twin brother (don't ask me... I don't know how either).

Charlotte "Charlie" Ethel Watts

Please call them: Charlie

Pronouns: they/them, she/her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Romantic Attraction: Biromantic

Here's a Fun Fact About Them: Being the younger step-sister of twin brothers is hard enough, but when one is "normal" and the other is always attacking them, someone has to be the glue to hold things together. Charlie also sings. She's taken lessons for years.

Who I'm Okay With Writing (the main characters across the series basically)

My Characters (see their "about me"s)

Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney

Phoenix Wright

Maya Fey

Miles Edgeworth

Mia Fey

Larry Butz

Gumshoe

Ace Attorney: Justice For All

Franziska von Karma

Pearl Fey (Platonic Only)

Phoenix Wright

Maya Fey

Miles Edgeworth

Larry Butz

Gumshoe

Ace Attorney: Trials and Tribulations

Godot/Diego Armando

Franziska von Karma

Pearl Fey (Platonic Only)

Phoenix Wright

Maya Fey

Miles Edgeworth

Mia Fey

Larry Butz

Gumshoe

Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney

Apollo Justice

Trucy Wright (Platonic Only)

Klavier Gavin

Ema Skye

Phoenix Wright

Ace Attorney: Dual Destinies

Athena Cykes

Apollo Justice

Phoenix Wright

Trucy Wright (Platonic Only)

Simon Blackquill

Ace Attorney: Spirit of Justice

I have yet to play this one

#typist types #rules #ace attorney x reader #ace attorney headcanons #oc #shasta #anton #charlie

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warmau · 5 years

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Model!AU: Minghao

getting closer and missing hao inspired this. heavy content + mentions of violence+ mentions of medicine/mental health + onesided feelings so be forewarned. tldr; modeling is hard. minghao breakdowns. good ending, i promise.

it should have been obvious since the beginning of the shoot that there was going to be a problem

but, naively, you had thought nothing of it at all

he’d been on edge all week from a packed schedule

first a trip to italy for fashion week, then a branding meeting in france, a non-stop flight to korea followed to discuss plans for his face to grace the streets of myeongdong, three interviews for three different magazines, and now here - in china - for a campaign that was paying at least triple what they usually would just so they could get him

xu minghao

and him snapping at the designer for picking out the wrong size for the first outfit was to be expected

but then there was the bickering with the photographer, the calling of names of the poor and terrified interns, and then his wrath turned upon props

fake flowers began being flung across the room

his hermes paris loafers scuffed and dirtied from when he’d put his foot through the background screen in angry disapproval of its color

his hand, clad in rubies and sterling silver, clutching at one of the light bulbs that had powered his background light

clenched perfect teeth, seething broad shoulders

“ill crush this thing and use the shards to cut your neck if you make me look like an idiot - i swear you won’t get away with it”

that’s where you’d realized it had took a turn for the worse

not just because of property damage, or bad character, but because minghao was literally threatening someone

his violent outbursts had become more common as he grew in popularity - but this was the first time he’d said something like that

something that could be filmed, recorded, leaked to the press

and then his career would be over

as his personal assistant, you had to do something

so you pushed forward onto the set

making apologizes to everyone as you grabbed minghao by the sides of his jacket and whispered in the lowest -but calmest - voice you could

“hao, let me get you back to the hotel - ok?”

his eyes, flaming amber settled into yours

you’d always been his friend, even before his modeling career, and out of all the people in the world

you could smolder any fire that he set ablaze

so rolling his shoulders and straightening himself out

minghao took one last look around the set

the poor photographer, probably thirty years older than him, too scared to meet his gaze

and said - in monotone, emotionless mandarin - that they could do this all again tomorrow

and that they better do it right

he’d marched forward, through the doors to where the rest of his team was waiting

his chauffeur, his bodyguard, his manager, his makeup artist

you stayed behind an extra couple of minutes for damage control

bowing, hanging your head low and apologizing - assuring that you’d pay for the ruined background, the stomped out flowers, but most of all

you promised you’d have minghao back here tomorrow

in a more,,,,,,positive,,,,,,,,mood

after it all, you’d climbed into the black jaguar that waited outside of the building somewhere in downtown beijing

and heard minghao groan

his face illuminated by the screen of his phone

“look at this, they completely twisted what i said in the interview!”

he tilted his phone to show you the news title

“millennial model and chinese breakout fashion sensation xu minghao says that sometimes he hates his job?!?!”

you see that the publisher is grazia, you make a note to call and get it fixed up

you take the phone from minghao, exit out of the browser and instead open up his messages

“your mom texted while you were on set, you should answer her”

minghao’s long fingers graze yours as he takes the phone back, he reads the message - but you see him close the chat

resting his head against the window he mutters that he cant deal with her right now

“she’s your mo-”

“i know. stop policing me like im some sort of kid, ill get back to her when i do.”

he snaps, not even giving you the decency to turn back your way

you don’t huff or try to pick a fight, instead you just look straight forward past the partition

onto the road ahead of you and wonder

when did he become such a ,,,,,,,,,,, monster?

the night is sleepless for you, it’s been that way for a long time now

you spend it sending out emails and responses to the millions of business inquiries an hungry brands that want minghao to model for them

you spend it on the phone with the company back in korea, explaining what happened today - getting yelled at for it - and then making sure the money is wired over so you can pay back the photographer like you said

you spend it double, triple, even quadruple checking minghao’s schedule and updating it or fixing it

so that not a moment is to spare

even though it hurts knowing how much all of this is taking a toll on the boy you were once best friends with

for a while you drift into memories

minghao, not as tall and slender as he is now but still a head above you, in his school uniform in your backyard

your favorite song at the moment on blast from your phone

how he’d take his shoes off and dance - try to get you up and to copy him

but you could never match his natural talent, the way his long limbs moved like water

you remember the days where minghao laughed, loud and shameless

the days where he’d flip through magazines and point out big names and say, with confidence, that he’d one day get to represent them

wink your way and ask “isn’t my face the best in china?”

you’d crinkle your nose, but the reality was his face was the best in china - maybe even the world

and now that he’d earned that title from everyone else

it was like that cheerful, playful boy had been buried deep under layers of expensive fabrics, makeup, and diamonds

and all you had now was the shell of your best friend

a body and a face that resembled xu minghao - but had lost all of the light within it

you had to snap out of those thoughts, noting that it was nearing 4am and even if it was an hour of sleep - it was an hour you’d need to deal with what was to come

minghao was late, but you had planned ahead and told the photographer to take him time setting up

he showed up in maison margiela pinstripe trousers, a gucci medusa sweater, burberry hightops, the interlocking necklace sent from versace as a gift and vintage dior homme shades that blocked the lazer like intensity of his already annoyed gaze

all together he cost roughly the same amount as most people made in half a year - working five days a week fulltime

and he had worn it as a “sorry im late, i didnt want to come” kind of laidback outfit

you bit back the urge to ask him what he’d been up to

the faint smell of floral cologne and refusal to look directly into the light told you all you had to know

minghao had developed a kind of ritual - you’d call it that to avoid slandering him

when things didn’t go right, he’d find someone pretty. take two or more of those depression meds mixed in with something a little more fun. and in the morning

he’d cover it up with expensive accessories and for some reason let you - and only you - be the one to fix him up

letting the perfume stuck on his skin fill the space between you two as you’d reach up and move strands of hair from his eyes or make sure any blemish - that were hardly ever there - was hidden

you didn’t understand why he did that to you

did he enjoy seeing the pain in your eyes? the feeling of betrayal radiating between your bodies?

it had been an unspoken oath between you two as teenagers, that you really and deeply cared for each other

the word “love” was never uttered - but it was obvious

how you looked at one and other, how minghao had a sharp tongue but kept it under locks around you

how you looked up at him with adoration that could only be rivaled by old, married couples

you had been called the soulmates of your hometown

and now you were stuck in a dizzy cloud of his one night stands stench,,,,,,and worst of all,,,,it was on purpose

“is- is he ready?”

the photographer asks, to which minghao scoffs

“im right here, just ask me if im ready. don’t ask my assistant.”

you swallow as the photographer gives a small nod to his team

the designer comes to get minghao ready - but minghao ignores him and sways his way over to you

you try not the take any deep breathes, the undertones of rose dance around him in blaring waves

“can you make sure i look alright?”

he demands, stating it like a question just for the audience. you know you aren’t under the pretense to say no

“of course”

your answer is flat - but you do follow through, taking a step closer and searching his face for an imperfection

he’s statuesque - the features on his face look like they’ve been hand molded to be perfect

when you reach to take off his glasses, you’re met with eyes that look like onyx now that they’re makeup free and up close

the shape is unworldly, long and accented against the backdrop of his clear, clean skin

you trace from the eyes to the lips: perfect, perfect, perfect

you waver because you could keep looking, let your eyes travel downwards over his godly proportions

elegantly long neck, strong collarbones, incomparable body with arms and legs you’ve imagined being tangled up in

so you don’t

you restrain yourself and tell minghao

“you look fine.”

you wait for the complimentary smirk, the click of his tongue, but instead he just continues to stare

till you feel like he’s reduced you to dust in his eyes

and turns to make way toward set

the shoot goes much smoother, there is no destruction and no yelling

and everyone signs an agreement that prohibits them from leaking any of the events that transpired

minghao finally changes from the last outfit, looks uninterested in all the praise thrown his way

and snaps his fingers toward his bodyguard who steps into line beside him and sternly explains that the shoot is over - no autographs or photos can be taken now

you don’t ride in minghao’s jaguar back to the hotel

you need to pick up some of the orders minghao has placed with stores around town

and you are grateful for the time spent apart

because every now and then you feel that spiraling feeling haunt over you

the unrequited devotion you’d developed for minghao when you before young

and the sting of his lowly treatment

sure, you were still the sole person to calm him down, to keep him from lashing out in public, from almost attacking anything or anyone that as much as made him twitch in annoyance

but he wasnt an angel to you either

you were convinced he knew how you felt- how you used to feel

and making you stand in front of him like a fool after he’d spent the night frolicking from one pair of lips to the other was embarrassing

his respect for you had turned to obligation, talking to you sometimes like he was doing you favor bringing you along

when in reality this job was a nightmare on your body and mental state just as much as it was for him

you were no model, your face wasnt on magazines, and you didnt have fans falling at your feet everywhere you went

but your body ached from sleepless nights and constant travel

your head spun from trying to remember dates, dealing with huge design teams, rude press, problems with the company, and of course from having to live day to day in minghao’s shadow

you didnt want his fame, you saw what it did to him

but you did want your friend

when he’d made you his personal assistant after his debut, he didnt even dare to call you an “assistant”

he introduced you with your name - told designers and photographers and fans that you were the one always there to keep him sane

that he would be nothing without you

and now,,,, he was treating you - and everyone else - like they were nothing

and you just didnt understand why

how was this the boy who’d always been concerned about you in the winter when you went out without a scarf

how was this the boy who’d once told a fellow friend of yours that in the future - you were were going to get married and make the world a better place together

you throwing a half eaten chunk of bread at him, redfaced and going “why would i marry you - xu minghao?”

and he’d chuckled and said “who else are you going to marry? everyone knows we’re each others destiny!”

had all of those moments been a lie - sometimes you were scared you made them up in your head

but you had photos and video and years of experience to know, that at one point, minghao was different

grateful for the mediocre jobs he got, grateful for his family, grateful for you

you had been there when he was teaching himself to pose in the mirror

when he was begging brands to give him a second chance, to even just consider his portfolio

you had been there when that portfolio was three cheap headshots that you and him had pooled your money together for

you were always there ,,,,,,,, and you didnt know if you could handle that anymore

when you returned to the hotel, dragging what had to be eight different bags out of the elevator and into minghao’s private suite

you called out to let him now you’d arrived

for a second, there was no response

and you vaguely assumed he’d fallen asleep or that he’d stepped out to speak to the manager or something

but then you listened

and heard the water running in the bathtub

your mind snapped into action and you rushed inside

you’d seen minghao practically naked for covershoots before - so you weren’t at all shy of walking in on something

you were more terrified of what could have been going on

and minghao was inside

the water was overflowing in the tub and he was standing in fornt of the large scale mirror

eyes wide, pills in the sink, scissors in his hands

“hao - wh-what are you doing?”

you panic, trying to make a plan

should i turn off the water first? should i get the scissors? should i call for backup?

but minghao just stares - as if past his reflection, into something deeper in the mirror

“you’ve abandoned me.”

you blink

“w-what are you talking about hao, im right here-”

“NO”

he grabs a fistful of his hair and clutches it so hard his knuckles pale

his eyes winded, ringed with an unfamiliar agony to them

“no, you’re not. you’re not here. you’re not here. you’re always gone when i need you. you - you -”

he searches for words, but doesn’t find them

instead he brings up the scissors and you ready yourself to jump on him, to grab his torso and hold him back with all your strength

but he’s fast

and the hair he’s clutched, in one clean snip - he cuts it off

the strands fall into the sink and the water from the overflowing bathtub rises to your ankles

“we entered this world together. you used to think of only me. you had eyes only for me. i was like,,,,,like david, like apollo, like the archangel michael and now you just look at me and you see,,,,,,fine?”

his voice cracks and you recall the conversation this morning

where he’d made you evaluate him before the shoot

how you’d just thought he wanted you to suffer, knowing what he did last night

“hao, you know - you know better than anyone that i will only ever have eyes for you. im so in love with you that i let you berate me, torture me, make me a fool - how could you think i would ever,,,,,,ever,,,,,,leave your side?”

the emotions in you shake and pour out like the water that is getting higher and higher in the bathroom

“put the scissors down, you’ll ruin your ha-”

you start and minghao throws his head back

“i dont care about my hair. i dont care about my face. i dont care about my body. because no one - not even you - cares about ME. WHO I AM! LOOK AT THIS STUPID, EMPTY THING IVE BECOME!”

he spins himself around to face you, bringing the scissors up and cutting wherever he can

until you stop him, the clumps of hair falling into the water, sticking to your clothes and the towel that hangs low around his hips

“hao, why are you doing this,,,,what is happening,,,,please tell me why you’re in pain,,,”

he breathes heavily, seething with something - not anger, not fear, but some kind of inbetween

“you think i dont know that i hurt people? that ive become a fucking asshole? i cant stop it!”

he presses a hand flat against his chest

“i cant stop it because it protects me. if im mean and harsh, no one will take advantage. no one will take what ive earned -”

“but why do you take it out on your team? on the manager or the bodyguard? why do you take it out on me?

he shakes, eyes wavering to the door behind you, to the water at your feet, to the spot on your face that he’s focused on instead of your eyes

“because you ,,,,,, you dont love me how you used to. you love me for my price - for my fame. you dont love hao, you love model xu minghao and im not -”

he sinks suddenly, dropping first to his knees and then leaning forward

you follow and catch him so his head lands against your shoulder

the water soaks through your clothes and the steam from the shower is floating around you two like a storm cloud

you hold him tight, and pull him closer, flush to your own body

and minghao’s arms come to embrace you back, to cling to the fabric of your shirt as he speaks into your neck

“i can see that you dont look at me with the same eyes - your eyes used to glow like stars, they used to be warm. and now,,,,they just see past me-”

he doesnt cry, but his voice fluctuates like he’s in constant waves of pain

“hao, im afraid. im afraid of what you’ve become. you sleep around with anyone, then rub it in my face. you yell and threaten and cause destruction - how could i continue to love you,,,”

you say, but your hand travels up into his hair, combing it down - letting it soothingly run over the parts where it’s now sticking out, jagged

“i never sleep with them.”

you take a sharp inhale and your fingers stop

“wh-what?”

“i never sleep with them. ive never even gone beyond kissing. there are intimacies that im going to save for you, even if you never wish to ,,,,, see me the same way”

the sentiment and gentleness of his voice is a sound you havent heard for so long

that you almost forget that this is how he really sounds, how he sounded when you were young

both on the verge of your careers - both so close to being together that you could taste it on your lips

but never having the courage to move it forward

had he been harboring the same avid feelings for you too?

there’s a moment of silence until minghao’s pulls back

the water is up to your waists now that you’re on the floor - you’re surprised it hasnt leaked and that someone from the hotel hasnt come running in

but he looks at you, lips trembling

“do you believe me?”

“hao”

you reach and touch his face, he leans into it - to the warmth and familiarity

to the loyatly and the love

“hao, i love you. i love you so much that im sure someone might call it an addiction.”

he finally lets a smile pull up at his lips

“but this has to stop. you can’t wallow in your anguish and take it out on everyone else. something inside you is hurting, maybe im the cause - or the job is the cause. whatever it is, you - we need to stop it. because i cant watch the man i love turn into the man i loathe.”

minghao reaches up, puts his large hand over yours and leans forward

his lips hesitate just a centimeter from yours

“may i?”

he asks, drawn out and slightly foggy in the tiny little bathroom

“do anything you want”

your voice whispers back

and in a kiss that is full of such intense compulsion, years of harbored and hidden feelings, you fall over

with minghao’s body ontop of yours, your faces still connected in passion submerged under the overflowing water

till the door is kicked open and a horrified maid asks if you two are out of your damn minds

you spend the night with minghao, the emails and your phone abandoned in your room

as you lay beside him and watch the mask he’s had on slowly fall away

as he tells you how hard it’s been

how the medication isn’t working

how he’s begun to hate himself for this fake attitude

you caress his cheek, bring him close, tell him that if he needs a break he can take one

you’ll personally cancel every interview, shoot, and deal if need be

but minghao asks against your lips

if you’re sick of it too, the people - the press - the hours - the constant need to be moving and making money

you say you are

but that it was worth it, to be beside him. even at his worse.

in the morning light of the next day you examine the damage done to his hair, comb it down and let him slip on a cap to hide any split ends

and when you emerge

to an angry, confused manager who wants to know what is going on

minghao laces his hand with yours

“tell everyone that they have to wait. i have lost time to makeup with the person i love.”

you flush at the romantic words, but also remind the manager that the schedule has to be cleared or that the company will get angry

he asks you to do it - you’re the personal assistant

but minghao holds you close

“not anymore. i quit”

you announce and the manager nearly falls over

“so if im not an assistant, what should i do now?”

minghao kisses your temple

“just be mine. we’ll figure it out together. and plus, i kind of have a plan. ive had since i was a kid.”

you walk outside, people stop in the streets

people whisper and ask, “isn’t that xu minghao?”

but you both ignore them

“oh, whats this plan?”

“do you remember ,,,, my promise to marry you?”

#so lets get one thing out of the way: i wrote this to hurt myself and then make myself happy #so its selfindulgent but also i got to write my breakdown scene and im #not sure how you all will like it #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen au #minghao imagines #minghao scenarios #minghao au #the8 scenarios #the8 imagines #the8 au #member: the8 #model!au #17 imagines #17 scenarios #17 au #xu minghao

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rooneywritesbest · 5 years

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Sic Parvis Magna(Small Beginnings, Great Things Come)

As i look in this house i slowly reminisce about what has been acclimated in this familiar environment. This dulcet house that holds every emotion on the spectrum of life. 95 sterling st a diamond in the rough in my perception. The stable environment has given more memories to the rooney clan and the fellow tribes that were split from the tree of the rooney language. The fruits of our labor inhabit almost every field of work. Some say we have a tight grip on society as a whole. But this is my story, My name is Mr. B and im here to talk about how my life is a magical one that i would never change for anything. It started to dawn on me lately that if my journey on this world that we inhabit with the ocean blue as tears, and the grass green as the envy of people. I wouldn’t have done what i wanted to. The reason im telling you is because our society is one where we are a one incident away from igniting the flame on the tnt of mankind as a species. We sit back and watch the news slowly indoctrinate the public about verbal vomit being forced down the throat of ordinary people. But moving along i feel like i have a personal attachment to the higher ups of this world is because i was raised as a blue collar worker by my parents who do everything they can in their ability to support themselves and me and my siblings. But as i recollect as a adult in college. Im fulfilling thier wish they put on me the day into this world. I pay all my bills, i work two jobs, and still maintain a exclusive smile upon my face that usually evolves into a grin. But i never fall victim to the seduction of misery. Everyday i put my heart on my sleeve and now in the year of 2018 in it’s juvenile days of the year. I have been finally taking risks and putting myself out their, and not staying behind the crowd of people and using my ability of being a chameleon. One reason behind this choice is that because i have been told by family and friends that “you are one of a kind”. The tale of life writes a new chapter once a day it involves many figures me people who i interact with and surprisingly those who i affect in small ways usually equate to very prominent memories. I have been having dreams lately of events that i can’t quite make out but i feel in my heart it’s nerves or could be instances of the story i have been shaping this whole time actually. The dream is from the perspective of 1st person and it has been showing me different events i can put a name on. I think one was my five year high school reunion tbh. And another i think was a wedding of some sort. Also another thing i have been dodging in my soul is that i always put my friends before and i always will do that till the day i leave this plane of life. But i have been starting to feel comfortable in my own skin and appearance. I just wanted to write this and tell my friends and family that i'm very happy where i am at in life and i appreciate everyone’s concern for me wanting to be happy and i also wanted to say i'm getting a step closer to that every single day because i have seen so many come and go but also leave this plane due to events and problems they cant control. But just remember life is three things life is short life is unfair life is what you make of it. Thank you for everything. This is the rooney experience. I feel like what I'm trying to say is that in every place of humanity that their is a person who was like me once and wants to break out of the mold that society intends for them. See my journey as a person is a very interesting one because I went from being a nobody to the face of a city to the embodiment of a school to a expose on TV to the man I am now. I may be quirky I may be loud but I'm me a 100% that's for sure but one thing most people don't know it's all an act the real person I am is a family man enduring to others has a strong heart for friends and people but also a very high intellectual who has a passion for writing and expressing my personal emotion and feelings toward any avenue of life. I'm a singer I'm an impressionist I do what I do but what I'm trying to say is that don't be afraid to achieve what you want to do and don't let anyone tell you otherwise and just do you don't listen to people firing negativity towards you and in conclusion rise up and show society and the world and do what you were brought here for. Because pain is temporary pride is forever. And the thing about perfection is that it's unknowable but it's always right there in front of us. Thank you for your time my monologue from no shame tonight

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good-enemy · 2 years

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HII! the don't blame me bridge was PERFECT, AMAZING!!

so for today, i wanna know your favourite gabrielle aplin lyrics!

keepin this short and sweet (for once xp)

-🤶🏾✨

GABBBBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

- I've been falling out of control, I think of you wherever i go, oh what did you do? What did you do to me?

- I'm not here to make you feel good, to dry up your tears and apologise for you, i feel so much better now you're not around

- I'm kind of feeling lost wherever I go, and I could be staring it right in the face and I wouldn't know

- it is the sanity of life that makes us mad

- it is the beauty of our flaws that will define us

- they say home is where your heart is set in stone, it's where you go when you're alone, it's where you go to rest your bones; it's not just where you lay your head, it's not just where you make your bed; as long as we're together, does it matter where we go home?

- fools rush in, and I've been the fool before

- heavy words are hard to take, under pressure precious things can break

- there used to be an empty space, a photograph without a face, but with your presence and your grace, everything falls into place

- youre a mountain I can't climb yet, and I'm a painting but you're blinded

- I've watched you break yourself in two and try to give me half

- and I'd run to the furthest place i need to, just to hear you laugh, because I need to find out how it feels to be broken in two halves

- the colours of these roads are matching the rainy skies, we're too blind to see what's really here in front of our eyes

- we only lie when asked if we're okay; we lock ourselves up, we only pray that we won't be the sterling silver that turns grey, we are the sparks that never fade

- when you start to speak your mind, I'll just turn around and roll my eyes

- I have a song in my heart, and just like life it has a middle, an end, a start, and who knows if I'm on the path or I'm walking in the dark?

- im ready to question that life is a blessing, give me a sign, am i following blind? Is there anyone listening?

- oh, love your flaws and live for your mistakes, beauty's on the surface wearing thin, come closer show the marks upon your skin, show me that you're human

- walk away from your pride, it's a demon in disguise

- oh today I'm just a drop of water, and I'm running down the mountainside, come tomorrow ill be in the ocean, I'll be rising with the morning tide

- when you walked into the room just then, it's like the sun came out

- I was alone, I was taken with the tide, but I knew that i was home, when I looked into your eyes and said I'm done, just let me go

- I'm drawing perfect circles round the life that we could share, and what is ours is ours to keep, I know the thing you want the most, you hide it over there, safe at the dark end of the street

- I wanna be the one to light up the dark in you

- when your chaos turns to silence, and your enemy's your friend, i will roll away the stone

- lost our luck, you put it down somewhere for safekeeping, so safe you don't remember, but it's okay, we'll make some more

- I feel better in the morning, when all my troubles lose their meaning

- you know you're supposed to lie when the truth is so unkind

- I'm not gonna love you, I don't know where to begin

- I'm followed by your ghost, I'm stepping on your shadow

- the troubles smaller when you're looking down

- we cant always grow from the seeds we sow, but still you watch them from your window

- standing underneath the sky with nothing of my own, I'm out here picking flowers but all my seeds are left unsown

- was it everything that you never said? I swear I had it right in my head

- I see my reflection, dazed and complacent, she follows me home at night

- the man sat next to me is texting somebody, I wonder what that feels like

- it's a little bit clearer now, I love you like the sun came out

- lately every day feels like a week, carrying a weight on both my shoulders, and i can't stand this air like I can't breathe, the only thing I've got is one week older

- you should see inside my head, it's like a dream, bending over backwards trying to find a meaning

- all my scars are golden

- I just wanna go wherever heaven takes me even through the flames

- I don't know how much more i can take, I'm broken into so many pieces, would be easy just to throw them away, but I don't wanna give up on feeling

- cause now that I'm shattered I'm all kinds of me, was knocked off the shelf but I'm also complete, I'm under the weather with no place to be, but maybe that's just what i need

- make it beautiful and golden with grace, but keep a little stain to remind me, that even when i mess up that mess is still me

- if you need me like you need to breathe then love me like you say you do

- just take a breath love, fill your lungs up, rest your head there's no sense in losing sleep, you can break down, let your worst out, lose your temper, but you're not losing me

- the things we do, when we dress up pain like heaven in a moment of truth

- like a bed that you can fall in when you're broken, I'm the air that's running through a window open

- give me all my time back, give me all my love back

- only wanna know me when you're lonely, only call me when there's no one else around

- dear happy, don't go, not there but I'm close, I just always thought I'd never win

- keep your head up in the clouds, live tomorrow now

- stop what you're doing take your eyes off the screen, you've always got a feeling but you don't know what it means, step across the line with an open mind and let go

- on the last day on the earth, all i wanna do is share a smile with you

- my love will testify and last through the ages

- history books will tell our love through the ages

- if I look deep inside the caverns of my heart, all I see is you smiling back at me

Also this whole song:

You are the avalanche, One world away, My make believing, While I'm wide awake

Just a trick of light, To bring me back around again, Those wild eyes, A psychedelic silhouette

I never meant to fall for you but I was buried underneath and all that I could see was white

My salvation, My, my, My salvation, My, my

You are the snowstorm, I'm purified, The darkest fairytale, In the dead of night

So let the band play out, as I'm making my way home again, glorious we transcend, into a psychedelic silhouette (& the chorus again and etc this post is already too long)

Also this whole song:

I got up late again today

And I'm scared of everything

I don't dare to dream

I got a dark imagination

These hours waste away

A debt I'll never pay

I'm talking to the walls

But the walls keep caving in

They amplify my thoughts

I really want a conversation

But I let it slip away

A debt I'll never pay

Worry, worry, oh

It's funny how it changes

When nothing really changes at all

Am I jaded?

Am I meant to feel this way?

I'm a loser, getting beat by my own game

But if I falter, well at least it was my mistake

Oh, at least it was my mistake

'Cause I choose to be this way

I'm a loser, and I self-deprecate

So when I falter, well at least it was my mistake

I saw my friend today

She tried to comfort me

But I turned her away

There's magic in this misery

So no matter what you say

I don't think I'll ever change

Worry, worry, oh

It's funny how it changes

When nothing really changes at all

Am I jaded?

Am I meant to feel this way?

I'm a loser, getting beat by my own game

But if I falter, well at least it was my mistake

Well, at least it was my mistake

'Cause I choose to be this way

I'm a loser, and I self-deprecate

So when I falter, well at least it was my mistake

And I don't really care about what anyone says

I don't give a damn about what anyone says

I don't want to think about anything

And I don't really care about what anyone says

I don't need opinions hanging over my head

I don't really care about anything

I don't really care

I don't really care at all

Am I jaded?

Am I meant to feel this way?

I'm a loser, getting beat by my own game

But if I falter, well at least it was my mistake

Well, at least it was my mistake

'Cause I choose to be this way

I'm a loser, and I self-deprecate

So when I falter, well at least it was my mistake

Well, at least it was my mistake

#this took....too long #secret santa (taylors version)#n13 secret santa #secret santa #gabrielle aplin #i love her!#feeling rn <3 #thank u for this secret santa im v happy now

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breeeliss · 7 years

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Marinette is wearing a flower in her hair and bee!Chloé cant control herself for the Marichat tropes.

im glad that maribee!marichat tropes are becoming a thing :P

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“Okay, so it says I need to get a package of puff pastry.”

Marinette snorted and spoke with her mouth full. “Strike one. Store bought puff pastry is abominable.”

Queen Bee frowned. “Obviously I would get the expensive kind.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s all sub-par. You gotta make that stuff from scratch otherwise what’s the point?”

“Not all of us live in a professional bakery, Marinette!”

Marinette stuck her tongue out. “That sounds like a ‘you’ problem.”

Queen Bee plucked up some of the mille-feuille crumbs from her plate and threw them in Marinette’s hair, laughing when the girl screamed in outrage. “Don’t sass me, I’m a superhero!”

Marinette shoved a foot against Queen Bee’s thigh, jokingly trying to shove her from her dainty perch on her balcony railing. “I’m giving you my professional opinion.”

“No.” Queen Bee reached over and tapped her on the nose. “You’re making things difficult by not giving me the recipe for these things and forcing me to do research.”

Marinette shrugged. “Family recipe. Sworn to secrecy. Sorry, my dear.”

“I wouldn’t tell anyone! Surely you’d trust me over anyone else.”

“Your sterling commitment to civic duty is not enough of a reason.”

Queen Bee pouted and handed Marinette’s phone back to her. “Fine. I’ll just starve then.”

“Or you could just come back during opening hours and buy some.”

Queen Bee smirked. “Why would I do that if I can just tap on your window and get some for free?”

“Oh, I see,” Marinette said with an eye roll, pulling out the second box of pastries she’d brought with her to the roof. “So I don’t benefit from this arrangement huh?”

“Of course you do, silly,” Bee said. “That Ladyblog girl breaks her neck trying to get exclusive interviews with the four of us and here you are with straight-from-the-source access to anything you could ever possibly want to ask me. Surely you have questions.”

“Yeah just one,” Marinette nodded solemnly. “Who told you that blue eyeshadow and yellow went together?” Marinette burst into giggles when Bee reached over and gently slapped her on the shoulder and started ranting about her elaborate plans to slowly gain her trust and pull this top secret Dupain-Cheng recipe from her one of these days.

Queen Bee was really fun to tease, and Marinette wasn’t quite sure why. She reminded Marinette of Chat Noir in the sense that they were both really strong personalities that tended to be just a touch over the top. The difference was that it was obvious that Chat Noir liked to play it up for the sake of being funny and teasing Ladybug – two of his most favorite pastimes. However, Marinette was convinced that Queen Bee really was this dramatic on a day-to-day basis. She was a ferocious fighter and was more eager than the three of them to jump straight into the action, but would do things like complain about flying on hot days, scream out in horror in the middle of an akuma battle because of a broken nail, or whine melodramatically in front of a closed bakery sign after forgetting that businesses closed early on Sundays.

It should’ve been annoying, but it just made it easy to poke fun at her. Queen Bee wasn’t an obnoxious person, and she had too much respect for her miraculous and for Ladybug to even come close to being someone worthy of Marinette’s scorn. She wouldn’t ever admit this to her, but Bee was wonderful entertainment. She supposed that was why it was so easy to invite her in for pastries and sit with her outside. Despite the fact that this was technically Queen Bee’s first time meeting Marinette, the two of them slipped into their familiar banter as if Marinette’s mask was still up.

Marinette pushed off from where she was leaning against the banister, put the pastries to the side, and went back to her seat in the lawn chair that she’d been occupying before Queen Bee showed up. “You’re so distracting. I was in the middle of something before you showed up.”

Bee scoffed dramatically. “Oh, what could possibly be more important than me?”

“My class is holding a Spring picnic tomorrow,” Marinette explained. “I promised a few friends I’d make them flower crowns to wear tomorrow.”

“Flower crowns?”

“Mmhm.” She held up her wire crown that had un-flowered greens and a few cut white daisies that she was pulling from a store bought bouquet by her feet. “I thought about keeping them all one color, but maybe I should put in some other colors or something. White doesn’t seem very spring-y you know?”

Bee’s wings fluttered briefly as she walked along the balcony wall to the left of Marinette. “They’re pretty…”

“Thanks!” Marinette smiled. “I’ve never made flower crowns before, so it’s been interesting. I don’t mind if you stay, but I kinda want to finish these before I have to go to bed.” She bit her lip and put the flower crown on her head, looking up and adjusting the flowers that were drooping too low past her brows. “Maybe the stems are too long…”

Queen Bee sat on the edge of the balcony and plucked up one of the flowers sitting in front of Marinette. She pressed it to her nose, inhaled, and blinked in shock. “They smell amazing.”

“They’re fresh!” Marinette explained. “Bought them this morning. I’m going to leave them in the refrigerator over night so that they’ll stay stay fresh in the morning. Hopefully the fragrance will stay.”

“No I mean they smell really good,” Bee repeated, keeping the flower close to her nose. “Like…something sweet, and grass, and rain, and something else….”

Marinette looked down and snipped the stems off the flower she just took back. “Well, if I can get the hang of this and if I have flowers left over, I can make you one if you want. I can make it yellow and add in some light blue ones just to help you match that eyeshadow shade you seem so attached to.”

She expected Queen Bee to snap back defensively at Marinette making fun of her makeup again, but she didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, Bee crawled along the banister and leaned over to smell at the flowers in Marinette’s hair. Marinette froze and felt her eyes widen as she heard Bee inhale as deeply as she could. “They smell even better when you have them all clumped together like this….”

“Um,” Marinette muttered. “Thanks?”

Queen Bee gently cupped Marinette’s cheek and tipped her head upwards so that she could press her nose to the center of every flower that was weaved into the crown. Marinette furrowed her brows and looked at Bee from the corner of her eyes, more confused than offended that she was invading her space this much for the sake of just a few cheap flowers she’d bought at a stand earlier that day. She could just see Bee’s wings fluttering gently every time she switched to a new flower and inhaled a new lungful of fragrance.

The hum of her wings was getting louder, and pretty soon she was hovering just a few feet above the ground and practically burying her nose in the flowers. Marinette felt herself smiling with all her teeth. “Are….are you buzzing?”

Queen Bee blinked as if she were clearing her vision and hummed. “What was that?”

“You’re…kind of hovering over me. And getting pollen on your nose.”

It took a few seconds for her to realize that she’d forced Marinette to lean almost completely to one side because she had been getting so closer to her. Queen Bee squeaked in embarrassment, touched her feet down the floor, and skipped back a few steps until she was leaning against the railing at the complete opposite end of the balcony. Her blush was spreading underneath her mask and up to her ears and Marinette had to hold back her comment about Bee sporting all three primary colors on her face at once.

“I’M SORRY!” Queen Bee exclaimed, the apology coming out as an involuntary shout. “Oh God, that was so weird. I was so weird. That was weird. Oh crap, now you think I’m a freak, oh holy effing Christ.”

Marinette snorted in laughter and walked over to Queen Bee, using the sleeve of her sweater to wipe off the bits of pollen that were still on the bridge of her nose. “Don’t worry about it, you’re totally fine. It was just…surprising, that’s all.”

Bee covered her face with her hands and mumbled through her fingers. “I’m still getting used to these superpower things and that’s never happened before!”

Marinette stared at her pitifully and rubbed one of her shoulders. “I mean….maybe it’s a bee thing.”

“What?”

“You know,” Marinette continued. “Bees. Flowers. Pollen. Makes sense.”

“I-I’m not….that’s not….I’m not actually a bee, Marinette!!” she sputtered.

Marinette closed her eyes and winced. “I dunno! That seemed pretty bee-ish.”

Queen Bee’s brows were pulled into a confused scowl and the lingering blush on her face just made the girl look downright adorable – so adorable that Marinette felt her cheeks aching from how hard she was smiling. “I just liked the flowers you picked!! They were really good flowers!!”

“Hey, if you want you can take some. Pollinate some of the gardens nearby.”

“Shut up, you’re the literal worst!”

“I guess I’m definitely making you that flower crown now. I’m afraid you won’t be able to sleep at night without them.”

“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Are you kidding?” Marinette scoffed. She picked up one of the white daisies and teasingly held it out for Queen Bee to take. “I’ll turn this into a rooftop garden if it means seeing you bug out like that again. Get it? Bug out?”

Queen Bee pouted, snatched the flower out of Marinette’s hands, and turned around with a huff. “So mean…”

Marinette picked the flower crown off of her head and started eyeing the yellow bouquet of flowers still sitting in the paper she’d bought it in. “Yup. You’re definitely getting a crown now.”

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I can’t believe it’s come to this but I must tackle MULTIPLE people at the same time.

Get ready everyone, this is gonna be a rough one.

From the OP, we have the following:

Miles and kerry stated that because of the tumblr fandom disliking the jaune arc they aren’t going to do arcs for other characters. Which when writing a story heavy series and trying to make it sound smart and well written is not an excuse.

Considering the fact that Ren and Nora, Weiss, Blake and Yang all had an arc, I have to assume that was a joke they made that you took out of context. maybe if I had a link or source to see for myself and be proven wrong otherwise but nope, no source I’ll just make my own assumptions.

So jaune a side character got little establishment and barely even stuck to it. (note the “This is all I ever wanted to be.” Yet neglected all study portions) and the actual 4 main characters of team rwby get no arcs cause people complained about jaune.

I saw Jaune slack off once in the entire series. That is it. And in that very same scene, Nora and Pyrrha were slacking off as well so it’s not just jaune. And consider the fact that Jaune in Volume 4 is constantly training as shown in Episode 2 of Volume 4 that is obviously not true that he hasn’t stuck to his character.

Also: Jaune is a main character. It has been confirmed by Monty himself that Jaune and his team are main characters. This is a GOOD thing as this means there is at least two male main characters in a female eccentric show meaning RWBY is officially putting in more effort to actually be progressive than most so called “progressive” shows.

And again: Weiss, Blake and Yang had arcs in this very volume so again, this seems like you’re just ignoring whatever you want to justify your hate to Miles, which puts your entire criticism at risk.

“You wanna elaborate on how ruby’s a tactician?” Miles: “Nope.”

Midn providing a link? Because otherwise, I can point out that RWBY devised the plan to kill the Nevermore in EPisode 8 so Miles SHOULDN’T need to point out the obvious to you. This isn’t Evangelion where symbolism and insanity runs rampant so there’s no excuse to miss points like this.

Lesser writers of a lower station than RT would be flayed alive if they gave that response.

I highly doubt that. That would just be looked over and ignored: you’re just being ind of nitpicky.

And insert a lazy gif here and that’s it for Sokumo. Result- Poorly made, relying entirely on the rwde audience having lot of hate for Miles.

Next up we have Sageyanna to tackle. Luckily this is pretty short.

Writers outside RT could be flayed alive because they dont get the Cultish RT Fandom Protection™ that MKG get.

Considering the fact that so many in the rwde tag twist their critics words to make them seem like the bad guys when they aren’t agreeing with them (myself discluded for obvious reasons) and you yourself have said that black people who don’t agree with you are coons as @mageknight14 can attest, your group has a much more cultish attitude than the main fandom which has evolved beyond that.

And that’s it. Result- Hypocritical.

Next up is someone named Xenodweeb...Yeah, the name doesn’t make sense to me either.

Like seriously, if Konami did this shit, you’d get like 10 #FucKonami News bits from Jim Sterling out of it and they’d feel the wrath of a dozen salty communities.

And Konami has about 100x the fanbase of RT so that just tells me that the rwde tag is toxic enough to account for 12 communities.

However, just because Takeshi0′s circle co-opted the fandom, all of this is suddenly above criticism and doing so makes you a “troggled pro-censorship SJW cuck.”

... All this tells me is that you have a personal grudge against @takashi0 and that you don’t understand that the fandom as a whole is pretty accepting of criticism. Also, rwde has had some very strong Radical Social Jsutice views in it to the point that they kind of mirror actual misogyny just in reverse, blaming guys for everything. As in, I hardly hear criticism about females in rwde. so he might have a point there. Dunno what a “cuck” means.

Result- bias accusation and fundamental misunderstanding of fanbase size.

like people already pointed out that jaune’s had too much screentime to miles. it was like during volume 2 or something, and miles and kerry said theyd work on that. lol no work happened and jaune ended up being the “And Knuckles” of the show and now theyre getting pissed because fans dont like it?????? miles and kerry need to hire some different writers

But they have. Jaune was written down to being a support character for Pyrrha in Volume 3 and has been written down as a support character for Ruby in Volume 4. He hasn’t had the focus of Volume 1 or even 2 in a long time.

And considering Miles and Kerry are the ones who made RWBY alomgside Monty and you demand they step down before they’re ready, that’s akin to demanding Burnie step down from RvB before his time: It’ll do nothing but damage.

Result- Ignorance of acknowledged and fixed flaws.

Next up we have Sageyanna in his new URL. Fantastic.

More like RWBY ended up being the &Knuckles. Jaune & RWBY.

In Volume 4, The amount of focus the main characters got are as follows: Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Oscar, Ren and Nora, Yang, Jaune. Jaune, unlike even Yang, had barely any focus on himself: it was all used to develop Ruby, it was all Ruby’s focus using Jaune as a tool. That is fundamentally wrong.

And the problem is that THEY are the writers. And both have high RT positions and several dozens of layers of Cultish RT Fandom Protection.

No, the problem is that all of you have shown yourselves untrustworthy as you bully and harass people without end be it the writers or the fandom. You will call anyone who defends the a cultish, basically demanding everyone change around you instead of changing yourself. If you could just stop insulting Miles and Kerry and the fandom then people will actually listen.

Unless they REALLY fuck up (and I am talking about a literal catastrophe here, because RT have really low standards for this kind of shit), they wont move. Ever. Probably not even get a reprimand.

You said “Jaune is getting too much screentime” they gave him less screentime, you said they ignored you. It’s pretty obvious why they aren’t listening to you: you have proven yourselves unworthy of paying attention. Only I, someone with almost no self worth, listen to you and even tehn it’d to try and cork your hole. All it takes is some respect and restraint to be worthy of listening.

If shit didnt change when Shane’s letter happened, I cant think of a thing that will make RT stop hiding behind their massive apologist cult fandom. Again.

That’s because Shane was depressed and his letter was obviously biased as he wrote up entire pages of things that had no relation to RT outside of getting sympathy. And instead of getting him to the hospitial, people in your community used his depression to attack RT, going as far as to use MONTY against them. Honestly, they’re only as much of a cult as you are. Perhaps try being nicer.

Result- Hypocrisy and name calling.

And finally we have Dudeblade.

I signed on to watch four kickass girls fighting monsters. Not some badly-written attention whore who apparently isn’t morally obligated to send Pyrrha’s stuff to her parents because Creator’s Pet™.

*Lets out a frustrated sigh* If Jaune was a creator’s pet then his entire purprose in Volumes 3 and 4 wouldn’t be building up other characters. His strategies wouldn’t be used as jokes, eh wouldn’t fail at every corner, eh wouldn’t get crocthed shotted, he wouldn’t be outted as the elader of his team to Ruby, he wouldn’t get the rape face from Tyrian, eh wouldn't get glared at by everyone for calling out Qorw, he would attribute what little character development he had to Ruby and his upgrade wouldn’t result in him getting bitchslapped..

Jaune is not the main focus: he never was and he certainly isn’t now. I don’t now why you insist in it so: eventually the writers will give up and actually do it then what will you do? You’re complaints will have actually damamged the show and the writers all because you can’t understand that a female eccentric show can have a strong male cast.

Final Result: Very skewed Perspectives and massive hypocrisy.

Advice: Calm down and think or try being kinder or just stop.

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