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nevervalentines · 4 years

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(From the fluff/general list)

“Any RWBY ship! 12 or 13 :)”

#12 “how did you get in here?”

#13 “for starters, that’s impossible.”

hi!!! thank u!!! I wrote u a lil baby bumbleby high school au, I hope that’s ok!! they’re girlfriends and they are SO annoying

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Taiyang has never been very good at dolling out punishments, but when Yang comes home from school dragging her feet for the second week in a row, he really doesn’t have a choice.

She looks miserable, flannel tied loosely around her waist, ponytail messy, sporting a shiner that’s reddened the skin around her right eye, along her cheekbone. Already inflamed, it promises to bruise, and he thinks that should be punishment enough. But.

“They already called, huh?” Yang slumps up the front porch steps. “Would it help if I told you he started it?”

Taiyang rubs at the back of his neck. “Your principal said otherwise.” He cringes, trying to soften the delivery. “Apparently there were witnesses. Something like – your entire gym class?”

“Mercury had it coming.” Yang stops on the top step. Her backpack dangles from one arm, dragging the ground. “Can’t the fact that he clocked me back be enough?” She waves a hand. “I learned my lesson, and all that.”

“Afraid not, baby girl. This is the second time in as many weeks.” He corrals her gently into the house and roots through the freezer, tossing her an icepack while he deliberates. “A grounding is fair, right?” More to himself than anybody. “A week, maybe?”

“Can I still see –”

“No visitors. That means no Blake, too.”

“An entire week!” Yang slams the icepack onto the kitchen counter. The blue liquid sloshes, the plastic pouch threatening to pop. “That’s bullshit.”

“Okay,” he says, exasperated, now. “Room. Now. Don’t let Ruby hear you talking like that.”

The muscles in Yang’s jaw tick, heat rolling off her in waves, but she pinches her mouth tight. If her eyes flash, he doesn’t mention it, just watches her stomp toward the staircase. Hears fading footsteps, the slam of her bedroom door.

When music starts blaring, he allows it, riot grrrl punk pop spitting from around the door frame. He can picture her pouting, touting loud music and bruised knuckles like armor. Figures he’ll let it slide, just until after dinner. A week without Blake might be consequence enough.

Yang reclines on rumpled sheets, too pissed to change out of her day clothes, shoes kicked up on her bed, arms behind her head.

A five-day suspension, a week without seeing Blake. It’s a promise of purgatory and, worse, boredom. Her eye throbs, the skin around the socket already softening into a bone deep hum of pain.

Time passes in blurry pigments; she swims in and out of a doze while the day fades into a sticky-blue dusk. She ignores her dad’s calls for dinner, ignores Ruby’s hesitant knock on the door, lets the room darken around her – watches the sky outside ripen and split.

It’s almost summer now, and the box fan churns uselessly at her bedside, the skin of her back is sticky with sweat, the sheets below her cloying and damp. Outside, the streetlights wink on, one by one, and the blurry white noise of the fan is almost enough to mask the scrabbling outside her window. Almost.

When Blake’s head pops over the windowsill, Yang about pisses her pants. Blake grins, her teeth a flash of white in the darkness, ears on a swivel, pressing her face close to the wire mesh of the window screen.

Bleary and half-asleep, with Blake only a silhouette against a rapidly darkening sky, it’s like Yang has conjured her directly out of a dream.

Blake’s voice is strained, leveraging herself up on her forearms. “Why are you sitting in the dark?” Then. “Let me in, edgelord.”

Yang scrambles out of bed, heart in her throat, fumbles the screen’s latch open, helps Blake haul herself over the sill. Two hands under her arms, she pulls, Blake’s sneakers scraping against the paneled siding of the house.

Blake tumbles inside the bedroom, landing on top of Yang with an oof. She ushers in the sharp smell of fresh cut grass, cool nighttime air, summer-sweet.

“How did you get in here?” Yang sounds a little breathless, even to her own ears, and Blake settles more comfortably on top of her, so pleased with herself that Yang has to actively stop herself from kissing her smug smile away.

“Your window is right above the garage,” Blake says. She shifts her weight, forcing Yang to bow into the close weave of her room’s carpet. “I just had to get up there and,” a vertical shrug, a grin, “it was easy.”

“I’m grounded for a week,” Yang says, a little despairing, mouth tilting into a pout. “My dad says I can’t see you.”

“It’s dark, you can, like, hardly see me anyway,” Blake says. She wriggles on top of her, curls her fingers into the fabric of Yang’s tank top. “You’re kind of sweaty.”

“Did you climb up the side of my house just to insult me?” Yang asks. She feels a surge of affection so strong, she wonders if it might break something inside her, like there’s no more room left in her chest for anything but this: Blake smiling, nuzzling close. Blake’s slight frame settled in the sling of her hips, the too-warm press of the bare skin of her legs against Yang’s, one ankle hooked around her own.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” Blake says. She ducks her head, rests her chin on Yang’s chest, looking up at her through her lashes. “And seeing as I found you crying in the dark, I made the right call.”

Yang struggles up onto her arms, dislodging Blake who sits back on her calves, amused.

“I wasn’t crying.” This, almost a yell, before she remembers herself and lowers her voice to a harsh whisper. “I was just upset.”

Sobering, Blake rocks to her feet, reaching down to tangle her hand with Yang’s and pull her to a stand. She pushes her onto the edge of her mattress, touches her cheek, gentle, careful to avoid the bruise.

Yang’s eyes are adjusting now, and she can just make out the soft-round of Blake’s face, the flat glint of her eyes in the dark.

“I know, baby.” Blake’s voice is throaty, a little sweet.

She kneels, unlacing Yang’s converse one by one, tugging them off before kissing her knees, her ankles. Yang says nothing, just watches Blake in a daze, breath hitched high in her throat, a rosy blush mottling the long line of her throat.

“I’m sorry you’re grounded,” Blake says. She pushes Yang to her back and follows, climbing back on top of her. This time, Yang has enough sense to wrap her arms around Blake’s back, tugging her securely against her until they press close, chest to chest.

“I don’t even get why,” Yang says. A pout. “He was talking shit about you, everybody heard it.”

She tilts her face up, hoping for a kiss. Blake retreats, just barely, nudging her nose with her own, instead. When she talks, Yang can feel her breath against her mouth.

“You did punch Mercury in the face, Yang.”

“It was gym class, it was an accident.”

“You guys were – you guys were playing badminton.”

“Mistakes happen.”

“You were opposite sides of the net.”

Yang looks at her sideways, sly. “Like I said.”

“For starters, that’s impossible.” Blake tucks her lips into her mouth, suddenly shy. “But also – thank you.” She leans in, brushes a kiss against Yang’s jaw. “You know I don’t need you to fight my battles –”

She quiets Yang’s immediate noise of agreement with another kiss, this time at the corner of her mouth.

“— but it was really sweet.”

“I missed you,” Yang says, a hint of a whine. She traces a hand down Blake’s back, slips it under the edge of her shirt, strokes a finger along her hip.

“It’s only been five hours, Yang.” Blake’s voice is soft with laughter, almost adoring, and she leans down, offers another kiss, this time to the apple of her cheek. “But maybe the week apart can start tomorrow.”

“Or maybe the day after that,” Yang says. She tilts her head up, splays the flat of her hand against Blake’s back, urging her closer. “He didn’t really specify when.”

“You’re so smart,” Blake whispers.

She eases against her, t-shirts rucking up, pressed breasts-to-belly-to-hip, the oscillation of the fan drowning Blake’s whimper as Yang slips a thigh between her legs and grins, all teeth and flush.

Blake kisses her, full, nudges carefully, lip to lip, until Yang opens her mouth, hands tightening at her back.

“Stay a while,” she says, rolls her tongue into Blake’s mouth, feels Blake’s hand come up to pet, soft, at the skin underneath her eye.

“Just for a minute,” Blake says, then presses back in, a breeze stirring warm air through the open window.

It’s mid-morning when Ruby shoves open the bedroom door, Yang and Blake curled close under the sheets, asleep. They jar awake at the noise, Yang’s arm tightening around Blake’s back.

Ruby sticks her face inside, hair tousled with sleep, rubbing her eyes with a fist. Her words crack with a yawn, and she blinks at them slowly.

“Hi, Blake. By the way, Yang, dad says you’re double grounded, but also to let you both know breakfast is ready.”

She closes the door behind her and Blake’s laugh follows her all the way down the stairs.

#my writing #rwby #bumbleby #i tried to speed write so i didnt overthink it!#blake WOULD and WILL terrorize all of her gf's parental figures thx 4 ur time #hearticho

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yuri-caps · 4 years

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Hi buddy! Just wanted to let you and your followers know that there’s a sale going on for the best Korean romcom webcomic I’ve ever read~ 👀

well HEY, pal :0 ✨

thanks for dropping by w/ this info! (and yeah, we should definitely take her up on this bc her taste in things is Supreme lol)

edit: oop and here’s the link lol

#ring my bell #yeongol #submission #webcomic #manhwa #hearticho #<3

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random-french-girl · 3 months

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Tag game: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better.

Got tagged by @riotbrrrd thanks <3

Last song: Still obsessed with the Stray Gods soundtrack, so probably one of them.

Currently watching: Slowly working through Only Murders in the Building s3 with my wife. I'm also keeping up with Critical Role. And Dungeon Meshi has been a fun weekly pleasure!

Three ships: Laudna/Imogen is still delightful to watch unfold. I also recently rewatched bits and pieces of RWBY, which reawakened my deep deep attachment to both Blake/Yang and Blake/Yang/Weiss.

Favorite color: red

Currently consuming: I had a banana and cereal for (late) breakfast, I'm about to go to the gym so I won't eat until I'm done working out, but I'll probably have leftover vegetarian tagine for (late) lunch :')

First ship: Kim/Shego... formative in many ways

Relationship status: gay married

Last movie: I rewatched The Handmaiden last week, as a treat

Currently working on: finishing the many books i've started reading!

tagging: @sshepardcommander @hearticho @fiddleabout @gohandinhand @dearsheroozle @powerbottomblake @smirk47 @vibev @alexdumas-ghost

#tumblr diary #ask game

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katiebell · 22 days

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@hearticho @pawthko the whale mug!!

#pottery #i have no idea how it’ll turn out after it’s fired lol

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lightsaroundyourvanity · 4 years

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Top 5 moments from childhood/adolescence, that in hindsight, were major signs pointing to the fact that you were gay

ASDFGHJHKJLK

i was five years old when i first saw aladdin, and like deeply overwhelmed by the scene where jasmine puts on the tiara and acts all sexy to seduce jafar but never quite able to place why

when i was like around nine i went to animation summer camp and there was this girl there who was a little bit older and could draw really well and was OBSESSED with sailor moon. she is the first person who told me that haruka and michiru were lovers in the japanese version and i was fascinated. i just wanted to follow her around all day and listen to her talk about anime and in retrospect i definitely had a crush. i went into a sailor moon loving overdrive after that summer, but unfortunately it Was Not Cool to like it at my elementary school (it was considered a baby show). my mom, not realizing this, bought me some sick sailor moon pajamas and i was so upset about being outed as a sailor moon fan that i literally shoved them in a closet.

at eleven? twelve? i was watching og charmed and my mom walked in. “don’t you think alyssa milano has the most incredible body you have ever seen? i can’t get over it?” i asked her and then got incredibly frustrated when she was like :/ my gay little honey i don’t think i am seeing what you are seeing here

in middle school i would go to the video 99 down the street and rent angelina jolie movies every single weekend

also in middle school i got like, incredibly depressed one night because i would never get to be a lesbian. i remember crying myself to sleep at the injustice sdhfgj

#also i CANNOT BEGIN TO COUNT the amount of friends i had in high school who would like #get boyfriends and then i would lose my shit #hearticho

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morningsound15 · 3 years

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2000 or 2010 or 2020 :)

2000 WAS SO GOOD THIS WAS SO HARD

Action: memento

Comedy/drama: Best in show

Horror/independent: Battle royale

Blockbuster: Charlie’s angels

Animated: emperor’s new groove

Honorable mentions (😭)

Bring it on

O brother, where art thou

Miss congeniality

American psycho

Erin brockovich

Almost famous

Requiem for a Dream

Crouching tiger, hidden dragon

2010

Action: Scott pilgrim vs the world

Comedy/drama: Easy A

Horror/independent: the runaways

Blockbuster: inception

Animated: How to train your dragon

Honorable mentions

Black swan

Salt

Toy story 3

Burlesque

& I didn’t see enough movies in 2020! I didn’t see any really, so I can’t speak to this year yet

send me a year and I’ll tell you my fav movies!

#hearticho #ask game #2000 #2010

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fiddleabout · 5 years

Photo

okay so like

look

we have coco here

coco adel

with her sunglasses and beret

and her bigass gun

the quippy one-liners

the bravado

team CFVY’s badass leader

coco adel!

with the almost crippling anxiety and second-guessing of her own decisions

with the claustrophobia and fear of the dark

with the absolute certainty that she’s always doing wrong by her team

with her mishandling her own anxiety and letting it color how she handles her team until they call her the fuck out for it

and then we have velvet

nice velvet!

she doesn’t fight back against bullies!

she’s sure that even dickbag bullies can change their ways if they’re given the opportunities to do so!

she’s kind and shy and reassuring when people are doubting themselves!

nice velvet!

who can fling yatsuhashi into the air

who’s a sassy little shit

who calls velvet out repeatedly on her nonsense

who honestly doesn’t take any shit

so yes

there’s the context

and now: the OPINIONS

mostly this:

that coco has had a crush on velvet since like day one at beacon

that coco never made a move because of all the ways it could go wrong

that velvet is absolutely the one who made the first move

and then this:

that coco is totally smitten and has her usual bluster and bravado about it in public

and it takes her a while to get past that when it’s just the two of them

that velvet gets it but also doesn’t get it, because she can’t, because coco’s anxiety is hers and she can’t ever truly get it, but she does her best

but also this:

that velvet is the one who made a move on coco and she was pretty sure??? that coco was into her

but she wasn’t certain

she made a weighted pro/con list to decide if it was worth the risk and hid it even from yatsu and felt guilty as hell about it

and this:

that the first Big Fight they have is about coco trying to protect velvet, because coco is always trying to protect velvet

and velvet is tired of being protected because she doesn’t need it

side note i would just like to say

for the record

that velvet has the coolest semblance ever and also the fact that it means she doesn’t just create iterations of other peoples’ weapons but knows the proper way to fight with all of them?

c o o l e s t

coco agrees with me, for the record

that said fight is the first time coco is extremely and brutally honest about how really worried she is about failing velvet and fox and yatsu all the time

also this:

that once coco is an open book for velvet she is totally open

that velvet is significantly slower to open up

that velvet doesn’t want to talk the discrimination she’s faced as a faunus, or the bullying

not about the fact that it happened

or about the politics of it all

she’ll talk about those all day

but about what it feels like for people to try and make you a victim

that coco is patient because velvet has always been so patient with her when she needs it

that velvet finally feels ready to talk about it coco is Ready To Listen

and then finally this:

that behind all that bravado coco adel

who is Very Cool and On Top Of Her Shit, ostensibly

is also Very Anxious a lot of the time and that as much as she likes sauntering around flinging her Big Dick Energy out for everyone to marvel at

she also sometimes really just wants someone to bang her into next week and then cuddle her all night

and velvet has absolutely wrecked her and then cuddled her all night

the end

#hearticho #anonymous #velvet scarlatina #coco adel #rwby

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maya-of-lesbos · 4 years

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@hearticho replied to your post “I love that you love Pyrrha/Yang as much as I do!!! :’)”

If you have any headcanons about them, I’m all ears! 👀

Not sure if they qualify as headcanons but I do have many thoughts about them...

- I’m 100% certain Pyrrha and Yang were like. best bros back in beacon.

- Yang found in her someone easy to be around who was just like, always there? And of course, Pyrrha is very fond of Yang’s simple and easygoing affection without the expectations she was used to.

- Now I know things didn’t go that way but.... the thought of Pyrrha helping Yang to learn how to deal with the mantle of being a Maiden is just one I’m incredibly fond of.

- Absolute power couple. The kind who shakes the foundations of the world.

- But like, at the same time they’re the softest, dorkiest, cheesiest gfs.

- Yang wants to be smooth but Pyrrha has her handily beat in that department, her unwavering charm dissolves Yang’s attempts at being suave every time.

- They went to The Ball together and stole the spotlight when they danced.

- Pyrrha helping Yang with engineering projects using her semblance.

- On an angstier note (sorry :[ ), I imagine after the fall of beacon Yang was devastated but Pyrrha’s memory helped her to gather the strength to heal, her spirit endured.

Anyway, that’s what I got rn, I’m sure there’s a lot more I could say because I really like them but. Yeah.

#greek fire #/#//#///#////#rwby #hearticho

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gveret-fic · 5 years

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Dear diary,

This seems like a juvenile exercise, but my therapist insisted. My therapist. Not something I’d ever imagined writing down on a page. Might just have to burn it afterward. Although Lex is dead, so, it seems unlikely anyone else would have the means or motivation to find my fucking diary just to make fun of it.

My day has been quite standard. I’m not sure it warrants wasting a perfectly good page, made out of trees no less, but my therapist claims my skepticism is natural.

Well, I woke up, brushed my teeth, replied to a dozen emails, deleted a few dozen more. Read Kara’s multiple good morning texts. She had attached a picture of a tiny gecko she’d found on the wall of her building. It was quite cute.

Of course I replied. With a kissy face emoji, my most passive aggressive. I wonder if she knows that. I doubt she does. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t fucking know.

Do you know, dear diary? Do I need to spell it out for you too?

Oh, perhaps I shouldn’t. Lex is quite dead. But, well, he isn’t the only security threat, I suppose. I suppose I’d thought of Kara as safe. My haven. From security threats. From quite a few things. But safe... safe maybe has never been the right word.

Well, at work I’d accomplished everything I’d planned for today. I’m supposed to talk about feelings so I will say I felt pleased. Satisfied is another word for how I felt. I was also somewhat tired and annoyed at several people, in the interest of acknowledging negative emotions.

Kara texted me for lunch but I of course was just too busy accomplishing my many obligations. Successfully, as I’d mentioned.

She sent me a brief video of a dog she petted on the street. He seemed fluffy. I didn’t reply.

I don’t know what to do with this. How much longer can I drag this out? How much do I want to? I don’t. I don’t. But if I end this, what does that mean? Do I talk to her? Do I yell at her? Do I forgive her? Do I delete her number and let her go entirely?

I don’t want any of that. I want this to have never happened. I want my best friend to be someone I know and trust, and who trusts me back. I want the woman who

At dinner James called, and we had a very nice conversation. It seems my replacement at Catco is working out quite terribly, which I can’t say brings me no pleasure.

I don’t think I blame James. It wasn’t his place, of course. I’m grateful for his steady presence. I wonder, once the chips fall...

Well, of course it wouldn’t be in my direction. Not much wondering needed there. I’ve been entirely alone before, I’m confident I can manage it again.

This feels like a breakup is a challenge I know I can weather. Even though we were never even this has been perhaps the happiest time of my a constructive period for me, I can and I will get over her find my footing again.

Loss is just loss. I know what to do with loss. So does she.

We’ll I’ll be okay.

Good night, dearest fucking diary.

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(Happy very very belated birthday, @hearticho !!! Here’s some untimely birthday angst! ❤️)

#angst!#supercorp #my fic #(let)#hearticho #happy birth month Caroline ❤️

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