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blake-wukong · 2 years

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Given the rwby fandom is what it is, I'm hoping there's no romance of any kind going forward in the anime. Toxic shipping corrupted the fandom and the writing in original RWBY and I'd like that stuff far away from the anime. Focus on the stuff that brings fans together not drive them apart.👍

The thing about having a romance subplot & shipping, is that it’s suppose to be fun. It’s suppose to be enjoyable & give audience some sense of relief from the actual plot. It’s just meant to be something to enjoy if you aren’t a fan of romance or shipping or if the ship is straight or not. Sometimes it can contribute to world building.

What ruins it are the people. In RWBY’s unique case it’s the lack of proper character writing AND the people.

Somebody mentioned this before & even hbomberguy also provided evidence that the characters Ruby, Weiss, Blake, & Yang, were all just fighting styles & colors before they were flushed out characters. Monty would animate the fights first & THEN Miles & Kerry would write the story to piece it all together.

I have said this before a long time ago, but I only ever touched on it briefly. Having improper or unfinished characters can lead the audience into have some vastly different assumptions about who they are, their motives, & even their character moments. Let me clear this up; It’s a good character if when we see a character moment & the audience is able to come to the same conclusion. An example is Nobara from JJK or Eren from AOT.

Nobara in EP 17 makes it clear in her conversation with Momo that; “I don’t care about your ‘women this’ or ‘men have to be that!’ I love myself when I’m pretty & all dressed up & I love myself when I’m kicking ass.” That she doesn’t give a fuck about gender roles or whatever. While she didn’t have enough screen time in season one of JJK, her character has remain consistent & because of that, in this moment the audience just learns more about her. Some people will say oh she doesn’t care about the patriarchy, others will say she just doesn’t care what people have to say. Regardless the thing that stays consistent that 90% of the audience will agree with is that she’s a very confident girl who simply doesn’t give a fuck about what anybody says. People will take away from this moment with different ideas, but again the people will & should have some similar interpretations.

Our main girls from RWBY are not flushed out enough to give people the same or similar interpretations. As someone who use to have childish arguments about the BlackSun vs BumbleBy (Cause let’s be honest, it’s mainly these two who have been at war & are what ruined the fandom) ship let me just say people will come out having vastly different interpretations of any of the moments these three characters in particular had.

From how Blake & Sun meant to Yang opening up to Blake. BlackSun moment was clearly romantic because of the angelic music along with the wink. However BB would argue that Yang opening up to Blake about her mother was also romantic because of the sunset lighting & Yang’s wink along with her subtitle pun. Even though we don’t know anything about the queer community or queer culture in the world of RWBY so wtf does “And if you feel like coming out” suppose to mean? But many argue it’s a valid argument because of queer subtext. There isn’t any. (We’ll get to V6) Most if these are just headcanons & people would take their headcanon & run with it.

People will say Blake & Yang have the closest relationship which is actually very false. Rewatch all of V1 to V3 & if you count how many one on one conversations they had; it’s less than five. But people will insist because Blake called out to Yang during the Torwick fight & because Yang opened up to Blake & because Blake didn’t know to trust Yang while Yang was crying that it means something when this is just simply stretching. Unless we see some flashback moments that indicate they had more going on, these moments literally mean nothing. But still they are given to us & we have to intérprete them but we still don’t have anything. One can easily ignore these moments, others can say Yang is just really sensitive since she’s got tempered or some will say they are gay. Again we don’t know because they were never fully developed nor were their interactions.

Yet somehow Yang opening up to Blake is seen as romantic by many, but Blake opening up to Sun about her past, Adam, & how she feels about her teammates isn’t. It’s just a girl & guy being friends. Yang pushing Blake to open up is romantic (She never did btw), but Sun following Blake to make sure she doesn’t do anything reckless like fighting the white fang on her own (Valid assumption btw) is seen as pushy & stalker behavior. Wat were some clues that Blake felt stalk or said Sun was stalking her? He clearly didn’t know what we’re her motivations. He assumed his assumption because of past experiences of Blake said she felt responsible. This is the most consistent & common interpretation, but again we don’t know for sure because Sun never said that this was the reason why he felt motivated to follow her. However to others, because Blake didn’t know he was following her, it’s seen as stalking or trying to get into her pants because Sun also doesn’t have a character & people are quick to call him an incel. You can bring up Blake’s line of “No concept of privacy,” in V4 but what does that even allude too? Sun following her or Sun standing outside the door? Was Sun actually listening in or was he trying to see when the conversation was over? Again not just shippers, but the audience is torn between two very different ideas & can not come up with a consistent interpretation. This is not good writing.

So again because of lack of actual character development & proper structures, the audience is left with so little information that we have to piece it all together with headcanons & theories & vastly different interpretations that leads to nothing but toxicity & childish arguments.

Personally I agree with your statement anon. However if the characters are flushed out perfectly, maybe then we can have an actual romance subplot without such a negativity to follow along with it

#anonymous #asks #blacksun #bumbleby #rwby shipping #rwby ships #nobara kugisaki #jjk #rwby

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camslightstories · 3 years

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Tolerate it - Part 8

Lena Luthor x reader, Kara Danvers x reader, Alex Danvers x reader. Baby Danvers.

Notes: Well I hope you like it, part 9 is going to be up on Saturday, i know it may not be the best one but I think is actually better than part 7. I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you so much for your support, it feels unreal.

I loved reading about your theories and opinions. I will gladly received any feedback, comment, opinion or request. I hope you guys a have day! Thank you for reading! I hope you guys like it!

Taglist: @multi-images @captain-josslett

Russian Translations:

А Вы, Олли? - Do you, ollie?

Ты не сказал им, не так ли? - You didn't tell them, did you?

The darkness of the night made the hideouts easier. The persistent sound of the music coming through different places made it harder to focus. The cold and loneliness of the night made the two superheroes teams stand secretly behind the warehouse.

Standing ready for the signal to invade the place, Oliver Queen and Kara Danvers, best known as the Green Arrow and Supergirl. With comms on their ears as Lena and Felicity gave information about the event. Alex arriving with Jonn, Diggle, Nia, and Brainly ready to enter the place.

The Danvers sister shared a look of protectiveness and caring, as Felicity gave the signal to enter. The archer looked back at his friends before entering first, with the Kryptonian no long behind.

With the lights off, they both spoke up. Oliver throws a bomb arrow to the middle of the warehouse. “You have failed this city!”

“Why do you guys do this, knowing we are going to stop you?”And your sister getting a look from your best friend for creating a pun.

As both of the teams caught the majority of the people in question for minutes, the criminal that had been terrorizing National City and Star city was still on the loose. As both of your sisters ran where Sinclair’s bodyguards were being put down by a blonde. Oliver stood on the top of the stage watching the whole interaction with Anatoly by his side.

Kara felt her world stop as she heard it again. The blood pumping sound coming from your familiar chest. Alex stopping looking back at her, as the blonde stumbled with her feet, slowly falling into the floor as tears started to come out. Desperately looking around the place with a foggy mind trying to find you. Alex tried to ground her pulling her into her, whispering calming words to your sisters.

Your best friend had already recognized you, as you flipped the table and tried to cover, throwing a tranquilizer arrow immediately, hoping to make it before Roulette could shoot you. As Kara looked up where her friend stood throwing the arrow in direction of the tattooed woman, where you stood.

Shaking Alex as she got up. She watched Roulette firing at you and hitting you, making you fall to the floor. Your redhead sister looking at her confused before your name fell out of her lips as a whisper “Y/N”

All of the comms became quiet, for a second as all of them shared a look. Your archer best friend, already with you in his arms taking your pulse. As he put pressure into the wound, looking for a pulse, finding a faint one. He screamed, “We need to get her to our place now!”

You on the arms of your sister, with the rest of the teams not long behind. Some of them are still in shock. Alex and Oliver running into the medical bed where your ex-girlfriend and Felicity stood connecting you to the machines.

Oliver rips your dress where the wound was located, only to find an open scar and various scars in the rest of your chest. Looking over to where Felicity stood checking your vitals, recognizing the tattoo that stood on the top right of your chest. He sighed, before grabbing Alex from her shoulders getting her out of the space where you were laying. “Alex! I need you to trust me okay!?”

“I'm a doctor and she is my sister, Oliver let me pass!” Alex yelled angrily, trying to push past the archer.

Oliver looked at her before responding as he jogged to the med space again “I can't! You are not stable and we can help her, like this you can't”

Your oldest sister stood angrily and went to enter again only to be stopped by Kara evolving her in a hug. Both of them sat on the floor as the angry tears left their eyes, blaming themselves for the situation.

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The pain was the only thing that you could feel as you started to gain consciousness. The brightness hitting your eyes the moment you blinked. With a clouded mind, you slowly began to look at your surroundings, when you felt various things attached to your body.

Slowly closing and opening your eyes, as they adjusted to the white light that illuminated the room. You went to move, only to feel the IV in your arm and the tight bandage in your abdomen.

Groaning internally as the pain increased. You heard faintly familiar voices that you couldn't make of. The cold of the place made you curse internally as it felt that it was increasing the headache. Trying to clench your fits but failing when you felt all of your strength leave your body.

Tossing around the bed, you noticed your cuffed hand into the bed. Furrowing your eyes as you look back now, in more pain and consciousness at your surroundings. Closed walls, small medical instruments, bright surroundings. Noticing your dress on the couch you looked down to see a familiar sweatshirt and shorts only to make you sigh in annoyance, putting the dots together.

Moving around the bed, you grabbed the V1 and took it out slowly, putting it on the table beside you. Breathing multiple times, gaining all of the strength you could have the moment, you dislocated your thumb crying in silence as you did before getting your hand out of the cuffs.

Getting up slowly, you tried to look for your gun or anything in the space, only to find none. Breathing heavily the moment you tried to walk as the pain in your abdomen overwhelmed you and made you get support on the wall. Trying to conceal now your emotional and physical feelings you clenched your fits only to bandage around them.

Nodding after gaining a part of your self-control you started to walk out of the med bed just to see Oliver with his arms crossed over his chest, stopping you.“Y/N, can't let you do that”

“For a former assassin, you do not take the right precautions, Queen” You responded with venom in your voice, trying to walk past your best friend only to be stopped as he got in your way. Showing your free hands.

“I got things to do, and places to be, so get out of my way Oliver” You hissed when the archer made no move, and only stepped closer to you. Oliver examined your face as he did.

Your eyes that once were full of light now filled with darkness and wall. Your face that was once filled with smiles, now it was filled with voidness. Your once warm and caring expressions were now blank. A small scar on your cheek, almost unnoticeable if you weren't in the light. Everything had changed, and for the first time in a while, Oliver felt like he was just back on the island without any hope to save you, you were long gone and he knew it.

“Where do you think you are going to go like that?”He claimed as he grabbed your shoulder, walking in the direction of a separate room.

You concluded the struggle against his hold, even though the pain increased as you sat abruptly on the couch. “To take the fucking smirk out of Roulettes face with satisfaction”

You murmured loud enough for him to hear, as you moved around trying to get comfortable so the pain running through your veins could go away “Don't touch me”

“What are you gonna do? Fight me?” He sarcastically said before leaning on the doorway, watching your every move.

“I may be not scared of anything anymore, Oliver but I’m not stupid enough to fight you,” You said before moving to lay on the couch. Ignoring his every try to speak to you.

The silence became part of you in the past years, it helped to control your emotions, your wounds, and yourself. It became your solution to your problems. Now with it by your side, it refugees you as time passes.

Oliver stood there for two whole hours, trying to find solutions in his thoughts. Memories that were buried inside came to play as he tried to find anything to get you back. But he knew that if you got into the Bratva organization there wasn't a single thing you haven't been through, and your scars confirmed his theories.

All of the peace and calm was broken when your redhead sister burst through the door. Infuriated, and with a resentful expression on her face. Her breath got in her throat as she clenched her fits when she saw you.

“What the hell happened to you?” Your oldest sister said, trying to hide the broken tone coming from her voice. Standing in front of you with fear in her eyes as she did, the fear of losing you again, the fear you saw more than once in her’s and Kara's eyes in any type of crisis.

Kara came through the door no long behind, calmer than Alex but still tense. Both of your sisters shared a look when your silence became your answer. Ignoring them you kept looking at the ceiling, with a blank emotion.

Kara walked closer to you, putting a hand on Alex as the redhead started to yell at you for leaving, for getting shot, for killing someone, for everything. Trying to relive the madness she had for you since you left. Your blonde sister shut Alex up, as she sat on the floor facing you like you did when you were kids.

With legs crossed and hands on your laps in front of the couch, when your mom wasn't home. Your sisters and you talked about what was wrong when you were kids. There wasn't anything you would hide from each other even when you moved to National City for college after so much time of disconnection between you three, it became natural.

But the two of them sat there for hours and you didn't even move as the time passed, the only thing you did was breathe and stare at the ceiling. It was like you were trained to be in silence, you were completely void and both of your older sisters noticed.

Trying to defuse the tension every now and then, Kara or Alex would speak up to ask you a question, but you remained silent. The rest of the teams stood in the Arrow cave, some of them more worried and confused than the others. Felicity had already spoken to Oliver. She had noticed the tattoo on your arm which did not pass by her remembering the same tattoo her husband once had on his left shoulder.

Lena buried herself in her hands, as she tried to make sense of the situation. Many things had happened in the last few years, and many mistakes she had made, now we're basically feeling impossible to recover. Her foggy mind and unbalanced feelings all over the place.

Pulling herself up, Alex walked out of the room after sharing a look with Kara, when you kept silent and motionless. Oliver, Felicity, and Lena walked up to her as soon as she got out, with tears in her eyes, the redhead went to speak but was beaten by the archer. “She is not talking, is she?”

Alex nodded slowly before getting out of the way so the four of them could walk into the room.

Noticing the now five standing figures in front of you, you remained in silence. The pain somehow became bearable as time passed, and with the control of your physical and mental feelings. You were basically the same person, Oliver once was.

You seated back and examined each one of them. Oliver remained with a simple expression of worries, with his arms crossed, trying to find the words to get you to talk. Felicity stood on the far right with the table in her hand, as she searched for any part of your old self. Alex stood with her arms crossed, tears threatening to come out but still a desperate expression on her face. Kara was closer than the rest, with hope in her eyes, but a flash of pain and resentment in them too. Opening and closing her mouth multiple times as she cleaned the angry tears coming from her eyes. Lena stood upright looking at you like a ghost. Gripping to the sleeves of her sweater as she stared, biting her lip while trying to make the tears not come out.

“What do you want?” You claimed as you played with your hands, glancing at each one of them. Oliver remained calm, and not surprised when your cold and indifferent tone of voice hit them. While the three women felt their breathing get caught in their throats.

Your best friend took a step closer to you, with a challenging look in his eyes as both of you connected glances. He was pushing your buttons so you would overwhelm yourself, but you knew better than that. You had seen him and your sisters do the same thing a lot of times, so you played along. “You know what we want”

“А Вы, Олли?” You said not looking anywhere else but his eyes. Your sisters and Felicity looked shocked, as you spoke while Lena understood you perfectly, furrowing her eyebrow in confusion. What were you hiding?

When the archer didn't respond, you took your turn again, this time with a sarcastic chuckled as you did. “Ты не сказал им, не так ли?”

Oliver looked at you annoyed before rubbing his temples, Lena got closer only to be stopped when your oldest sister angrily yelled at you. “What the hell happen to you?”

If she would have done it three years ago, you would have flinched. Surprising your sisters and Lena when you didn't. Instead, you looked void, and with your eyes challenging Alex with determination and calmness with nothing to fear. No one had ever challenged your sister, everyone feared the redhead, except for you.

You had lost all of your fears in the past years. You weren't scared of death or anything else. You became blank, it didn't matter to you, if you died or if you were alive. You didn't have anything to live for, but you also didn't have anything to die for. So you survived.

“Nothing of your damn business, Alexandra” You responded going back to laying on the couch. Your two sisters and ex-girlfriend exchanged looks, having a silent conversation. You had never called her that, it was always, Alex, Al, Allie, Bear Bear. That scared the hell out of both of them, tears coming out as they walked out of the room slamming the door as they did.

You weren't there, you weren't yourself, you weren't the person who had once loved them infinitely, you weren't the person they had once comforted after having a nightmare, you weren't the person who danced and sung around the kitchen as you cooked, you weren't the person who took their camera everywhere so you could captivate moments with them, you weren't the person who was an absolute child during each holiday, you weren't the person who would drop everything to make you sure they were okay, you weren't the person who cried themselves to sleep when you had disappointed them, you weren't the person who tried to be funny, you weren't the person who was distinguished for being clumsy.

You weren't the person they once knew, you were gone and deep down they all knew it.

#baby danvers #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor #alex danvers x reader #kara danvers x reader #supergirl imagine

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sassycassie-s-writing · 3 years

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Movie Night, Pillow Fight [Version 2]

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC/BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood

Rating: PG-13/T (maybe pushing M? but there’s still nothing super explicit. this is just a lot dirtier than I usually write holy cannoli. Heavy kissing, a little bit of suggestive dialogue and narration, minor swearing?)

Original Idea: This (V1 follows this idea a lot more than this one, which I spun off of about halfway through and did my own thing)

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) I didn’t think this would be as long as Version 1. I was wrong. This one is ~200 words longer, at 3,491. Version 1 here. They start the exact same but change about halfway through. I wrote both of these two over the course of 1 day by the way, and refuse to pick a favorite. @welovegroot @jason-redhood @jason-todd-squad

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“No, Bruce,” Jason said sharply into his phone as he grabbed his motorcycle helmet. “I’ve already told you a hundred times: Tuesdays are my day off. Unless it’s a Court-of-Owls-attacking-All-Hands-On-Deck emergency, I’m not going on patrol. I’m allowed one night off per week. And I have plans. It’s weekly movie night with a friend of mine. We’ve been doing movie night since college and I refuse to disappoint her. You know why I chose Tuesdays? Because Gotham’s crime rate is lowest. You’ll be fine without me.” He hung up before Bruce could reply.

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I opened the door. “You’re late,” I said.

“Yeah. I had to go to two different stores to find your popcorn because they were out at the first one,” Jason replied, letting himself in and dropping his motorcycle helmet on my couch. “Let me go change into my sweats.” He pulled his grey sweatpants out of his backpack, two microwave popcorn bags falling out.

I grabbed them. “Thanks Jay,” I said playfully.

He gave me a brief hug before stepping past me to my bathroom. “The things I do for you,” he teased with a sigh.

“Get out of those jeans. You know they aren’t allowed,” I retorted before going over to the microwave. My bathroom door shut loudly. I boosted myself onto the counter and watched the popcorn spin in the microwave.

By the time Jason emerged from the bathroom, only one bag was done. He leaned against the counter next to me, arms folded, and joined my staring.

“So what movie did you bring?” I asked. “You said in your text it was one of your favorites.”

He beamed at me. “Well, my friend, we are watching the very first ever made Frankenstein. From nineteen-thirty-one.” He fixed me with a stare as my shoulders slouched. “Don’t you start moaning in complaint. You put me through watching that awful musical last week—”

“Excuse you, Phantom of the Opera is also a classic.”

“It’s basic.”

“You’re basic.”

“Maybe so, but after going through that ordeal, you promised we could watch one of my favorites. I managed not to fall asleep last week, so it’s my turn.” He stuck his tongue out at me, then shook his head. “I really need to refine your taste in theatre. Remind me to convince Bruce to give me his season tickets to the real opera. He never uses them anyway. Doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.”

Given Bruce’s parents were shot after leaving the opera, I imagined there was some childhood trauma there. I didn’t bring it up with Jason. We didn’t talk about family besides passing comments on movie nights.

When the second bag of popcorn was finished popping and put in its own large bowl—I had quite the collection of popcorn bowls, usually given to me—we went to my room.

Ever since we’d graduated college—two years ago—we’d had movie night in my bed, rather than on the couch, like we’d done in my dorm. The bed was comfier and gave us more room to spread out. I can’t even remember who suggested it, but it was probably me one week when I was sick or something and we’d just stayed that way ever since.

I’d always hosted too. In college it was because my roommate was never there, and now Jason just liked the escape from his family. They didn’t know where I lived, so the one time he hosted and they interrupted by coming over, he and I agreed we’d just have it at my place. I liked his brothers and sister well enough, but they’d ruined that movie night. I doubted Wayne Manor movie nights ever involved any movies no one had seen before—because everyone talked and yelled at each other too much to actually pay attention to the movie.

Jason put the DVD in the player in my room. “Prepare to be wowed,” he said.

“I’m prepared, trust me,” I replied flatly.

—

“Heeey,” Jason’s voice said softly. “Wake up, doofus.”

I blinked my eyes open blearily. “Wha…?”

He started chuckling. “You fell asleep about halfway through.”

“Duh. It was boring. What did you expect for a casual movie fan from this century watching something from nineteen-thirty-one?”

“Well, all that means is that we get to rewatch it—from the beginning—next week!” Jason declared. I frowned. “Don’t you pout at me. Those have been the official movie night rules since our freshman year of college.”

“That’s not true,” I said, pulling out my phone. I dug deep into the Google Docs on my phone for Movie Night Rules from our freshman year of college. Six years was a long way to scroll through, but eventually I found it. I opened the doc and scanned the rules. “Oh, buzz off,” I muttered, poking Jason in the side.

“No poking!” He lurched away. Jason was selectively ticklish. Sometimes I would poke him in the side and he’d jump, other times he wouldn’t even notice I touched him. And he swapped between the two randomly.

“Why didn’t you wake me up like two minutes after I fell asleep?”

Jason pursed his lips, trying not to smile. “I thought about it. But you looked so cute—” He pinched my cheek and I was reminded of the fact that he had the personality traits of an eighty-year-old grandmother. “—with your hair all messy and your cheeks all squished that I just couldn’t.” He laughed as I batted his hand away from my face. I poked him again. “No poking!”

“Then don’t tease.”

“I have a right to tease you. Look at my shirt! You drooled all over it.”

I grabbed the hem of it and pulled it up. “Let me throw it in the wash, then.”

I expected him to smack my hand away and shove the shirt back down over his torso, but to my surprise, he helped me take it off. I’d seen him shirtless too many times to bother staring at his remarkably muscular torso. I just climbed out of my bed and went to the small closet out in the hall that held my tiny washer and dryer. I threw his shirt in the washer, dumped a bit of detergent in, and got it started before going back to my room.

“Take that off! You’ll stretch it out!” I snapped.

Jason struggled to get one of my—much smaller—T-shirts from college off. I scoffed and helped him yank it over his head before throwing one my pajama shirts at him. I wore my dad’s old T-shirts to sleep in, so it was even big on Jason. “You could have just asked for a replacement and I’d have handed you this.”

“That’s not as fun as surprising you,” he joked.

I rolled my eyes and perched back on the bed. “Fine. Next week, we rewatch Frankenstein. I won’t fall asleep. But you’re bringing snacks again.”

“Of course.”

“And don’t forget the popcorn.”

“Doofus, if I forgot the popcorn, you wouldn’t let me through the door.”

I snickered. “True enough.”

Jason leaned over to set his popcorn bowl on the bedside table closest to him. “Maybe next week we should try this on the couch. I always feel bad about getting popcorn on your sheets—and then you won’t be so comfortable that you fall asleep.”

I grabbed a pillow and whacked him in the chest. His expression turned affronted.

“Did you just initiate a pillow fight?” he demanded.

“No,” I retorted. “I got payback for you insulting me.” I whacked him again. “That was me initiating a pillow fight.” I started flinging the pillow at him again and again.

“Hey! Not fair!” Jason protested. “I’m unarmed!”

I ignored him and kept up my pillow smacking.

He laughed. “Well, if you’re going to play dirty, I will too.” He reached out as my pillow hit him again and he wrangled it from me. “A-ha! Look at that! Got your ammo. How does it feel, to be attacked by your own pillow?”

Jason started smacking me with it. I squealed and blocked him as best I could with my arms. We were both laughing as I tried to reach around him to the pillow he’d been using to brace his back against my headboard. He grabbed my wrist with one hand and hit me with the pillow using the other. “I don’t think so,” he said. “I’m not going easy on you just because you’re adorable.”

I laughed as he nearly hit me hard enough to knock me off the bed.

So, I switched tactics.

Getting inside his much longer reach was the hard part. Once I managed to duck around his arms and wrench my wrist free, I started tickling him. Tonight was a ticklish night. He squirmed away from me.

Jason yowled—and I hoped my neighbors weren’t home—in laughter. “Stop it—stop tickling!”

I didn’t. I ran my wiggling fingers up his sides and across his neck. He tried to catch my hands, but I was quick enough to evade him.

For a few moments anyway.

“No. No!” His protests didn’t work on me. “Oh you’re as bad as my brothers. Stop it—stop it.” His voice went firm, all traces of laughter gone. With one quick movement, the pillow we’d attacked each other with was discarded on the floor. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me so I was lying flat in the center of the bed.

Jason straddled my waist, trapping my lower legs with his ankles and pinning both my hands above my head on the mattress. He was breathing hard. We both were.

He smiled. “There. Not so feisty now, are you? Hands pinned above your head, lying beneath me all… helpless.” He chuckled and licked his lower lip, his smile turning both playful and wicked. “I could have… any kind of revenge I want.” He bent his elbows, lowering himself over me. My breathing grew shorter and blood roared in my ears. “I can have any…” He paused, eyes flicking from mine to where my necklace charm had fallen down one side and landed on the mattress. His eyes widened, as if he seemed to just barely realize how close we were. “This is…” His elbows straightened, pushing him higher above me. “I’m… sorry.” He started to gently pick his way off of me. “I’m gonna let you go now.”

He released his grip on my wrists. I rolled them and flexed my hands to get some feeling back into them.

He swung his leg to get off me and used it to step off the bed. “I should go,” he said breathlessly. “I’m so sorry. I’ll grab my T-shirt next week.” He strode to the door of my bedroom while I sat on the bed, dumbfounded, jaw hanging open.

As he opened the door, I bounded off the bed.

I caught him before he could reach for his stuff on my couch, grabbing his wrist. “What was that about?” I demanded. He refused to turn and look at me.

“Just… let it go,” he said, shaking his head. He tried to pull his wrist out of my hand, but I grabbed it with my other one to hold him in both.

“No! What the hell is going on with you?”

“Leave it alone,” he growled out.

“I can’t! What happened in there that made you shut down? What did I do wrong?”

He whirled. “It’s nothing to do with you. It’s me!”

“Then tell me what it is!” I shouted.

Jason grabbed me by the shoulders, wrenching out of my grip so hard my fingers ached. He spun me around and pinned me by the shoulders against my front door. A muscle worked in his jaw as he clenched it before fixing me with a crystal blue stare. “It’s just… seeing you beneath me—all flushed pink and panting, your eyes hooded and staring up at me… seeing you like that… I just felt myself fall in love with you!”

If he hadn’t pinned me against the door I probably would have fallen over from shock. My mouth definitely fell open. “Jay… I…” I breathed.

Still holding my shoulders, he spun me around so I was away from the front door and moved to shove his jeans into his backpack.

Before he could, I threw reservation to the wind.

I grabbed his shoulders, forced him to turn and face me, moved my hands to the back of his head, and pulled him down to kiss me.

Our mouths crashed together hard enough to make my front teeth ache, but I didn’t care. My heart leapt into my throat and I almost melted as his arms circled my waist, pulling me closer, so our torsos were pressed against each other. My eyelids closed as I sighed. We were both breathing hard, air from our noses warm against each other’s skin. Holding my waist in both arms, he turned and pinned my back against the door again.

“Oh, God…” Jason breathed against my lips. He kissed me again and I moaned. He reached one hand up and tangled it in my hair. He could palm the back of my skull as though it were a basketball. His fingers were warm against my scalp.

When he pulled his lips away from me, I groaned quietly in complaint.

“We—we should not be doing this,” he whispered, shaking his head. The white streak at the front of his hairline flopped back and forth with the movement. I wanted to reach my fingers up and twist that streak between them. But I didn’t.

“Why not?” I replied, just as breathless.

“We’re friends. This isn’t us.”

“You just said that you just barely fell in love with me.”

“I did. But I’m not willing to ruin the good thing we’ve had going on here for six years.” He panted, shoulders heaving up and down, as he reached up and took my hands away from his face, gently dragging them by the wrists. “You’ve been the best friend I’ve been able to keep longer than a year or two. I can’t… I can’t just… this isn’t about what I want.”

“I’m the one who kissed you,” I pointed out. “What does that say about what I want?”

“It’s not just about wants,” he said. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Us being together is dangerous? To whom?”

“To you.”

“Why would it be dangerous for me?” I pushed.

He let me go and spun away from me. He looked like he wanted to shout and rage—maybe throw something—but he just clenched his fists and panted.

When he finally turned back to face me, he’d calmed down a little. “It’s dangerous… because… I… oh, Bruce is gonna kill me…” he whispered, shaking his head again. “Because I… am… the Red Hood.”

Two big confessions in one night. I felt a little dizzy and remembered to breathe.

“Red Hood. As in… the vigilante. And… the crime boss.”

“Vigilante, yes. Crime boss days are behind me. I was newly-back-from-the-dead and not in a stable mindset when I became a crime boss.” I decided not to ask about that. He huffed and sat on my coffee table, instead of the sofa, rubbing his temples. “And I wasn’t going to tell you about it, by the way. You’re the only normal friend I have right now. But it’s too dangerous for us to be together. If any of the rogues in this city knew I had someone I cared about as much as I care about—as much as I love you… you would not survive to the end of the year.”

I crossed from the front door to the sofa and sat on the sofa cushion closest to him, setting my hand on his knee. “Jay, I… I’m willing to risk it. To be with you. We just need to be careful—”

“I’m not willing to lose you. I would have been terrified before tonight if someone worse than me caught you. Knew you were just a friend. Now, though? Now, I don’t know what I’d do if you were captured, and that scares me even more. I saw you under me in that bedroom and I saw a future that was good—for the first time in the nine years since I was resurrected—but I can’t let that be my future. For your sake.”

I bit down on my tongue to keep from shouting. But I did tighten my grip on his knee hard and snap, “Get over yourself, Todd. You’re not the only one who gets to make this decision.”

“No, but apparently I’m the only one who can see things objectively enough to make the wise decision.”

It was my turn to want to throw something. “Jason. Peter. Todd. I don’t care about the danger. And I know you do. But do you know what it’d do to me, knowing that you love me and I feel the same, but you won’t let me be yours? Do you know what it would do to you? I know what it would do to me. It would eat me up inside day in and day out. I would sit here dying for you, waiting for you to come to your senses and carry me back into that bedroom to stay in there all night. But you never would. And I would just wait. I’d never date anyone else. If I tried, all I’d be doing was wishing they were you.

“You and I are cut from the same cloth. Some people are just born to sacrifice. To give up what they want—what they need—for the sake of other people. It’s the only choice we’re ever given, so it’s the choice we make over and over and over again. Sometimes people will split others into Givers and Takers. Those of us born to sacrifice are a step beyond even Givers. We’re the ones who give up everything for others. I’ve done it with my family my entire life. Everyone else always wanted so strongly that my only option was to give up my own. You’re the same, I see it every time I see you with your brothers.

“Jason, it’s time for us to Take. It’s time to let life give us something. This is the moment to be selfish. To put aside Batman and his zealous crusade for one damn moment and let yourself be happy.” I dug my fingernails into his knee through his sweats. “Be selfish for once, Jason.”

He finally looked up at me, eyes meeting mine. “I can’t,” he said.

I clamped my mouth shut and sighed loudly through them. “Yes, you can. If you’re waiting for my consent, you’ve more than got it. I’m telling you now to give yourself consent to want. To take. Get over this hold out that a double life has on you and—mmph!”

He cut me off by slamming his lips against mine, surging off the coffee table and straddling me on the sofa. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled me to one side, sitting on the sofa and guiding me to straddle himself. His hands were splayed over my shoulder blades. I twisted his white streak through my fingers. Our breath shuddered in and out of our lungs. I parted my lips slightly and ran the tip of my tongue over the seam of his lips.

They opened immediately and let me in. I sighed out my nose. “Please ruin our friendship,” I breathed into his lips. “This is so much better.”

He snickered out his nose, smiling. “Does your consent to let me want you include me carrying you back into that bedroom and neither of us leaving until dawn?” He nodded toward my room.

My body shivered. Not from cold. Excitement. Electricity.

“Definitely,” I said breathlessly.

His hands slid from my shoulder blades and down to my legs. He held them and stood up. I hooked my ankles around his back, locking my arms’ grip around his neck.

He carried me to my room, kicked the door shut, and laid me gently on the messed-up bedsheets and disarrayed pillows. On all fours above me, my legs around his waist, he kissed me. Gently, at first, but he quickly grew hungry. His hands worked their way under my shirt, callused palms scraping slightly against my skin.

“Still okay with this?” His voice was barely more than a hoarse whisper.

“Oh yeah,” I breathed, unable to even speak loud enough to be heard from inches away.

He smiled. Wicked delight flickering on his face. “Well, get ready for me to call you mine. Because I am all yours.”

I smiled. “I’m yours, Jason.”

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ririanleyley · 4 years

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(Yandere) ᴋʏᴏᴋᴏ ᴋɪʀɪɢɪʀɪ x ɢɴ. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴍᴀᴋᴏᴛᴏ ɴᴀᴇɢɪ x ʙʏᴀᴋᴜʏᴀ ᴛᴏɢᴀᴍɪ

ᴛᴡ. ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ ᴄʀɪɴɢᴇ. ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ, ʙᴇᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜꜱ. ᴋʏᴏᴋᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀɢɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ, ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, v1 spoilers!!

The morning had been quiet.

Everyone was reticent. A ‘Thank you’ here and there, and possibly a ‘goodbye’, but that was about it. Everyone sat at their designated areas, but no one spoke a word. Not even to their closest friends or companions.

Kiyotaka hadn’t been seen for days. Every morning felt bland and futile without him, almost like there was a missing piece to this very complicated puzzle. Kiyotaka kept everyone grounded and steady, even at the worst times when everyone felt unsteady and depressed, he never failed to cheer them up. Especially you.

You had formed quite the friendship with him. He was genuine, lively, and had the attitude of a true and bona fide leader. It made sense for his ultimate. You expected nothing less from your fellow friend, one who always believed in everyone, even his friend who.. didn’t deserve to be trusted. Even when others called Mondo out, Kiyotaka refused to cooperate and instead rebelled and refused until he broke, and Mondo was ultimately executed.

And that concerned you. It was terrible to watch, very grotesque. Seeing him spiral out of control until he became butter rose a bile up your throat, resulting in you almost vomiting. One look at Makoto and you knew the feeling was mutual.

Of course, in result, it left you all extremely gloomy and, well, filled with despair-

“Why so discouraged? You’re usually smiling like the idiot you are.”

You turn to see a familiar figure towering over you. One you never expected to see joining the rest of you in the cafeteria. Part of you wanted to jump up and hug him, but another thought it was kind of strange to see him here. After all, the stoic male never came here, not once.

You sigh and turn back around, “What are you doing here, Kayak? I thought we were too poor to be in your presence, your majesty.”

In irony, you slipped out of the chair and bowed down to him. When you looked up to see his scrunched-up and repulsed expression, you mentally fist-bumped yourself. Teasing him was all part of the plan, as he would easily open up if he were vulnerable.

Without replying, he sat down in the chair next to the one you had claimed. His eyes were glued shut, and face turned away. It all came together when you noticed the slight blush on his cheeks, which you chuckled playfully at, before your mind clicked and another bitter yet comical joke flooded from your wide mouth.

Before you were able to say anything, two split braids came into view. You instantly recognized the uniform and soft tone, the way she fidgeted with her fingers, and her signature stutter.

“M-master.. could I-I get you any-anything..?”

She was particularly apprehensive today. You assumed she was in a frenzy after her favorite person finally came to the cafeteria willingly, and not by a terrifying, tall woman dragged him by his collar and threw him onto the chair next to you, saying something along the lines of, “take it. I don’t want it anymore.”

Speaking of Kyoko, she was right there; leaning near the door and.. staring at you?

“Yes. Caviar, to be precise.”

“C-Caviar?”

“Aye, Kayak,” you waved to him, a sly smirk. “We don’t eat rich people food over here. The closest to gourmet here is a donut, one with frosting, if you’re lucky.”

Byakuya retaliated in response. His lip twitches every now and then, until he replies, grunting. “I suppose.. some turtle soup will do.”

He snapped his fingers in effect. Little did he know, we didn’t eat such exquisite dishes here, and that he’d be leaving on an empty stomach if he were so picky. But Toko, being the lovestruck girl she was, didn’t want to disappoint the love of her life.

“O-okay,” she shuttered with pleasure, “if that’s what you want, master, I’ll get it for you..” She paced quickly to the kitchen in hopes of pleasing her master.

“Pst, Boat-Boy,” you leaned into his ear, hands cupping around it to minimize drawing any unneeded attention from those around you. “We don’t have any soup. Unless you want warm water? But that’s kind of weird. But you’re weird. Now I see why. Okay, bye!”

You saw Byakuya’s stoic expression mold into one of betrayal and fury. Just as he was about to act upon his emotions, someone yelled from the kitchen, no other than Genocide Jack herself. Then a swarm of funky individuals approached him, very unpleasant for someone so distant and antisocial. You saw his face form into utter despair, as his watery eyes practically begged for your help.

You didn’t heed his call, and instead left him to his misery. Oh well.

As you skipped gleefully out of the now boisterous room, you sang in victory. Seeing someone so composed and intelligent crumble before your very hands felt unnaturally rewarding. Especially if it were Kayak.

Suddenly, much to your dismay, you collided with a certain lavender cilium detective. Before you were able to speak, a hand clasped swiftly around your wrist, encasing it so tightly that you couldn’t budge. You had no other option than to be dragged along harshly, behind the once bashful detective you’ve once known. Pulling you down the hall rather aggressively, the detached female halted abruptly at her room, apathetically tossing you onto the bed, where she roofed you, holding your wrists above your head. It would’ve been romantic if her grip weren’t so tight and her eyes weren’t as dull as now. You thought she was serious before, but look at her now.. she was oddly attractive.

Her eyes sharpened once you twitched. They landed on your wrists, the part she needed to restrain, and she did. With her gloved, lanky hands, she caused a piercing wince from you.

“Kyoko...not that I’m upset with this arrangement, but why exactly are you pinning me to your bed so suddenly, especially without my consent?”

Her iron-grip on your wrists loosened for a quick moment, but before you could take advantage of the situation, she struck you in the rib-cage. “Hng- Shit-!”

Her hand clasped over your mouth, shutting it efficiently and tight enough to draw blood. Tears welled in your eyes at her actions, and she slightly blanched. Your reaction wasn’t pleasant to her, but what did she expect? What does someone do when you hurt them? Especially if you had trusted them so dearly?

Kyoko put a finger to her lips, shushing you. It was a sign, you knew, and you nodded as quickly as you could. Though it may have raised suspicion in her, she slowly removed her hand from over your mouth, leaving you to lick your lips in dehydration. A bit of metallic mixed in.

“Don’t speak, not a word,” she demanded. You knew the walls were soundproof, so why was she taking such precautions? It muddled you densely, but you shifted on the bed without a word, as she had said. “You must be confused. Allow me to explain.”

She pulled the glove up her hand, seeming professional. It was only fit for a detective such as herself. But what wasn’t adding up was this very uncanny situation right now, that for some reason, included you.

She let out a hefty sigh, turning her head away from you in order to avoid your gaze. You rubbed your wrists. They felt sore, and you noticed faint bruises. Did she really do this?

“You’re good at acting, I’ll give you that.”

Was it meant to be a compliment? Didn’t sound like one, but you didn’t want to die yet, so you just nodded. You were still scared of what else she was capable of.

“Maybe it’s because you fake a smile constantly, that’d explain it.” She tutted, then finally turned her darkened gaze on you. You never thought she’d smile, but most of all, not one of mockery. It felt.. degrading. Like you were powerless, defenseless, fallen into a state of despair, while she held the key to hope.

It was revolting.

“After all,” she snapped her fingers, walking over to a table covered with a cloth. Without hesitation, she snatched the cloth off, revealing multiple records with your name adorning them. A bile rose in your throat. “Only maniacs like you could assist me.”

“H-huh?”

“Don’t you see, my love? This is the only way-“ she tilted your head up by your chin, her hold gentle unlike the previous ones, “-we could ever conquer the world. You and I.. do or die?”

It wasn’t meant to be this way. Kyoko loved you? But why.. would she ever do this?

Her grip compacted, and that’s when you knew you had to think of an answer quick. After all, it was only do or die.

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okay-victoria · 3 years

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What do people think of Tanya? AKA: Actually, a lot of people agree with Lehrgen

Summary: WHOOOOO BOY. You know it’s going to be fun when my subsections have to have their own subsections. Briefly, there is the Good [people who like Tanya both personally and professionally], the Bad [people who like/love Tanya professionally but not personally], and the Ugly [people who ideally, Tanya will never speak to, look at, send mail to, or be in the general vicinity of ever again].

I would say most people fall into the “Bad” category - they recognize her value as an officer, sometimes to a worshipful degree, but on a personal level range anywhere from thinking she’s a creepy child to actively disliking her. Unfortunately for Tanya, the people that fall into the Ugly category are as a rule higher-ranking than the ones in the Good category, and most people in the Bad category seem to like her specifically in her military role, and it is questionable they’d want her as even a coworker outside of that, let alone as a friend.

The Good

People who’re in here: People who have only ever heard of Tanya in the context of the Silver Wings award, people she interacts with in the Imperial Navy; rando soldiers; someone kinda high up in the later-war Eastern Army command; Ugar

People who only know her from Silver Wings:

V1/C1

Describes the nice aura people would see in someone who wins the Silver Wings.

The Navy

V3/C2

A naval officer does assess Tanya as having a predatory look, but doesn’t seem to think particularly badly of it, he just notes it, and then says “Degurechaff was a fellow soldier he could be proud of, which was why he extended his hand in utmost seriousness to wish her well.”

Rando Soldiers

There’s no real good single quote on this, but over time Tanya comes in to reinforce various units and leaves behind various impressions, ranging through Good, Bad, and Ugly, but anyway, there almost have to be low & middle ranking officers and soldiers who are presumably nothing but grateful to Tanya for rescuing them, even though we never get much of anything from their perspective.

Others

A superior officer of Tanya’s in Eastern Army command, in V5/C1, gets a transfer request for Tanya’s unit and reflects he is sad to be losing her.

Ugar - I don’t have down any specific pieces, but IMO it comes across in the LNs that Ugar is generally well-disposed to Tanya and doesn’t have the positive professional/negative personal thoughts that most other people close to her do.

The Bad

People who’re in here: Tanya’s academy/war college instructors, the 203rd battalion & later Kampfgruppe, Zettour, Rudersdorf, Generic Superior Officers, Romel, Lehrgen’s professional opinion

Tanya’s Academy & War College Instructors:

V1/C1

Tanya’s zeal during academy scares her instructors.

V1/C4

The instructors scrawled “abnormal” across the top of Tanya’s file.

“In the academy, we were told over and over – and, for some reason, over again – to love our troops. Weirdly, now that I think about it, I feel like they emphasized this the most when talking to me.” <= Tanya...you’re...you’re so close.

V1/C5

Mentioned that some teachers in the academy are on Lehrgen’s side of the What The Fuck Do We Do With Tanya debate.

V3/C5

Romel’s summation of her personnel assessment notes that at least on paper, the academy and the war college gave good overall evaluations of her.

203rd Battalion:

V1/C3

[Visha] “The moment she turned her icy cold eyes on us like we were objects to be appraised, I shrank from her in spite of myself. People might laugh at me for being afraid of such a little kid, but those eyes reminded me of the way a cat looks when it’s playing with a mouse, which creeped me out”

[Visha] “I was different from Lieutenant Degurechaff, who could calmly nail fleeing soldiers in the back with optical sniping or explosion formulas. I was relieved because I wouldn’t have to shoot.”

V1/C5

[Visha] “Was she an agent of the devil or of God? It had to be one or the other. Ahh, I can’t believe I have an ally more horrible than the enemy. She’s not human. I would bet my life on it. Me and a few others saw it once. During training, one of our teammates dropped like he was dead. The captain gave him a good kick, and before we knew it, she was back on his feet. I had been staring into the abyss of death myself…the captain heaped abuse on me. But I know, I saw it: she charged into the avalanche to save me. Even after my friends told me that she tossed my busted body aside like a used rag, I believe. She is definitely a good commander, even if I’m not sure about her as a human being. Of course, we all laugh and bad-mouth her…if the captain is an apostle of God, then only the devil can possibly exist.” <= in good news, Tanya, you are currently winning on your quest against Being X and mostly making people believe that he’s the Devil for allowing you to exist!

V2/C1

[Weiss] also refers to Tanya as a vampire

[Weiss] thinks Tanya is arrogant

[Visha] “her thought is That’s so low, Major.” <= this is in response to Tanya pulling out her child voice to announce they were going to bomb Dacia’s factory.

[Weiss] “Weiss has only known her for a short time, but even he can pick up the displeasure his superior doesn’t bother hiding. Her mood is as dangerous as nitroglycerin. When Weiss quietly takes a step back, everyone discreetly follows suit. Nobody wants to be so close to Major von Degurechaff when she’s irritated.”

V2/C5

[Grantz] “If the devil exists, it has to be our instructor, the commander of the 203rd Aerial Mage Assault Battalion, the legendary Major von Degurechaff. The way she smiled. The way she looked at us like we were maggots. The way she seemed thirsty for blood. I’d believe she had tried to kill a rebellious underclassman or crack his skull open. If I screw up on the battlefield, she’ll definitely kill me. That’s how threatened I felt by the instructor who just had to also be my advisor…I wanna cry.”

[Grantz] “This was the major who had once said during a speech at the academy that deadweight should be killed…This is crazy. No one said it aloud, but it was the look on everyone’s faces. This was a nighttime mission to abduct enemy soldiers…Magic Second Lieutenant Warren Grantz realized he was shaking. My survival instinct was screaming. I wanted to avoid the war, the combat, the killing. I was hesitating. But one glance from Major von Degurechaff was enough to subjugate that instinct. She was far more terrifying…I was so terrified I hardly felt like myself anymore…How could the major just calmly sing a hymn?”

[203rd banter] Visha asks if anyone wants to trade places with her so she doesn’t have to be with Tanya all the time, and Weiss and Grantz are not itching to take her up on the offer.

V2/C6

[Grantz] Is really, really bothered by how chill Tanya seems to be about Arene.

V2/C7

[Weiss] Reflects on all the horrible things Tanya has put him through, but ends his reflection on the note that he understands why it was necessary to prepare them for war.

V3/C5

“Apparently, the troops serving directly under her thought she was a great field officer” <= Romel re: Tanya’s personnel file

V4/C5

“‘Please have the 203rd be part of your Kampfgruppe. All of us in the battalion wish to continue serving under you.’”

Tanya doesn’t get what she wants, is then pissed, and it gives off weird abusive-parent vibes where all her children try to flee and not be present, and for the ones who have to be (Weiss & Visha), they take it by flinching, cowering, praying to God for Tanya not to explode, etc.

V5/C4

[Visha] “Reality is far too unreal. She’s crazy. There’s something strange about her...The colonel cackled – no, she giggled, smiling like a child. It was positively surreal to see her eyeing the enemy with her tender gaze and licking her lips. She snickered, but what was so funny? She was terrifying...Dripping red liquid. Pink things that used to be humans, flying everywhere. And opposite that scene was a beaming little girl. It was so surreal, it made more sense for me to suppose I had gone insane. No, maybe I really did go insane. The sight of my superior officer nodding with satisfaction and beginning a confession of her faith was horrific. I didn’t get even a glimmer of madness from her beautiful, innocent eyes. They were the eyes of a stubborn servant of logic, full of pure reason. But that’s what was horrific: those eyes stuck on that doll-like face.”

V5/C5

Tanya has some good banter with her Kampfgruppe soldiers and it seems like everyone’s getting along.

V8/C4

T: ‘Are you saying you throw yourself into the slaughter purely, justly – sane and sober? Don’t make me laugh. That’s a broken man talking. Going to war after downing some liquid courage with a grimace is much more human.’ He frowns for a moment, perhaps thinking to argue back, and then whines, ‘So are you drunk, then, Colonel?’ <= yes, a random officer from Tanya’s Kampfgruppe just asked if she was drunk and that’s why she’s always throwing herself into battle so excitedly.

V8/C5

T: ‘Glad you’re safe, Lieutenant.’ V: ‘Thank you, ma’am. That said, I would have rather you spared me from getting caught up in that attack.’ T: ‘What choice did I have?’ V: ‘What is that supposed to mean?’ Serebryakov puffs her cheeks out in a pout, which is surely a sign that she’s feeling better. <= Tanya, Visha wanted you to apologize, not excuse yourself, damn!

Zettour

V1/C5

“He doesn’t know whether they should praise her original ideas or call her insane.”

“Apparently, she hasn’t forgotten that she once said she wanted a battalion. She, a first lieutenant, to a brigadier general…something liable to provoke antipathy? She’s already done that.”

“The smirk on Tanya’s face reminds Zettour of some unpleasant rumors he’s heard about her.”

V2/C5

Zettour both remains horrified that Tanya was able to speak so frankly about a world war, yet he is sympathetic to the fact that she could do it because she understood what would happen.

V4/C3

Tells Rudersdorf that he “unwaveringly trusts” her military decisions.

V4/C5

Tanya comes to Zettour to request better units than he’s given her. He finds the request beyond arrogant, seeing as how pressed they are for men, especially for the fact that this is shortly after the Moscow situation and her battalion has “gone too far and been a handful”.

“Somehow, he didn’t think there could be that many damaged kids in the Empire like this young teen back from the battlefield. And actually, regardless of how he felt about it as a soldier, personally, the idea of interacting with them was terrifying.”

“But Degurechaff was unfazed and inquired about their experience with killing people. She saw people as products, and she was asking if they had been tested – that was the nuance. Could such a completely utilitarian view of people even be taught? Certainly, the army is an organization that pays attention to individual functions. Substitutability and cost consciousness are two factors hounding everyone. But can you really judge a human being by those criteria alone?...That innocent face and her straight back made her look something like a surreal doll. Doesn’t…Doesn’t anyone think this is strange?”

Zettour is mentioned to have originally had the same doubts about Tanya as Lehrgen, but after her performance he claims he is ready to “swallow any pill, no matter how bitter” (I think working with Tanya being the bitter pill) to win the war.

Zettour gives Tanya a little discretion to commandeer some equipment, she takes a lot of discretion. Zettour sort of laughs at off saying “this was Degurechaff” but does also mention that Tanya’s actions “amounted to a borderline interference in Supreme Command.”

V8/C4

Zettour is impressed with how Tanya has trained Grantz and thinks that if she wasn’t so good in the field, he’d put her in education.

“Sure, Degurechaff may have been broken, but not as an officer.”

Rudersdorf

V2/C1

Rudersdorf says that Tanya has a “distinct” [read: probably means difficult] personality, but if he just divided people into useful and not useful, she was useful.

V4/C3

Zettour and Rudersdorf debate Tanya, and he mentions that he only thinks she is talented in the military realm.

Generic Superior Officers

V2/C5

Tanya has a misunderstanding with her CO on the Rhine front. He wants her to train some new recruits normally, she mistakes it as saying “well, kill as few of them as possible, but do what you gotta do,” she gets kind of reprimanded over it.

V3/Intro

“Performance Evaluation: Major Tanya von Degurechaff:

Counselor’s Notes on character and conduct [this is printed normally]: Abundant loyalty and excellent fighting spirit. Follow regulations to the letter. Devoutly religious.

[this part is handwritten] Has a bad tendency to take matters into her own hands. Competent but as difficult to handle as a mad dog.”

V3/C1

“Some of the officers even added another thought in the back of their minds: Major von Degurechaff might actually be able to wring out even better results.”

V3/C3

Tanya goes wild on her base commander when he won’t let her sortie to Brest to prevent the French army from evacuating. <= Oddly, IIRC, no one ever like, apologizes to Tanya for not believing her, which is kinda rude, so mostly the incident reflects negatively on her instead of being a balanced: ok she did violate some rules, but...maybe if we’d listened to her we’d have avoided the rest of the fucking war, so seems like it might have been called for?

V3/C5

“The most important evaluations during a war are the ones from the battlefield, and those were all over the place.” <= Romel, re: Tanya’s personnel file

“The second was that although the evaluations were contradictory, she had achieved enough that she was considered an outstanding soldier. Awkwardly, regardless of how she was as an officer, as an individual mage, she was thought very highly of. Her number of kills was among the highest on the Rhine front.”

“In any case, strictly as a mage, she was unrivaled. As an officer, too, she was by no means incompetent. So they must have been giving her to him as reinforcements and as an excuse to get her out of their hair. Honestly, he felt like they were foisting off their problem on him. ‘They’re telling me to take a mad dog out on a walk with no leash?’ He let slip a complaint. Maybe it was just prejudice, but that wasn’t what it felt like to General von Romel. After all, he was basically being asked to bet on a bad hand.”

V4/C2

Everyone on the General Staff realizes the huge amount of fallout from Tanya attacking Moscow. The backstory of this is that when Tanya asked for permission, the General Staff thought she was just going to do a fly-by and freak them out, not attack the city. It pretty much kills any opportunity they had to negotiate a quick settlement with Russia in the cradle.

Romel

V3/C5

Romel’s first meeting with Tanya pretty much goes: “so arrogant it’s invigorating...unbelievably insolent...in addition to her self-important attitude, it exuded heavy sarcasm...not only was she arrogant, she was clearly horribly warped.”

“Any commissioned officer would understand just from hearing her make that one comment why the Northern and Western Groups couldn’t control her. Having a mage battalion drop out of the command structure was almost like losing a whole division” <= ie, Tanya’s previous superiors must have really disliked her to give her up.

“She simply decided she would be a patriot if it was good for the nation. In short, she’s a capable lunatic, but the bad part is she doesn’t realize she’s twisted…She’s crazy. And competent. And more sincere than anyone I’ve ever known.”

“Without a doubt, she’s going to end up being the most horrible person I know. And she’ll probably also be one of my most reliable friends on the battlefield.”

V3/C6

Romel reflects that she is a mad dog, and that she is an ego-crushing entity for the average officer. <= while Romel never brings this up, this has a *ton* of important real-world implications for Tanya, especially assuming men still have more than a little trouble listening to women outside the military. Even if you believe the best rumors about Tanya, you still might not want to hire her because she’s going to be better than you, and most people hate that feeling.

V4/C1

Tanya goes to the Eastern Front, and Romel reflects that he is sad to lose her and that once you got used to her, he found her easy to work with.

The Ugly

People who’re in here: Lehrgen’s personal opinion, Some wartime randos, OG Eastern Army Command, OG Northern Army Command, Imperial Government, people who mostly know Tanya from her Arene reputation, Western Army Command; Implied Future View of Tanya

Wartime Randos

V1/C5

“Some of those who had been on the front lines had a strange reaction to the name [the 11th Goddess] we picked. They claimed it was the worst joke they’d ever heard.” <= ie, Tanya was the Devil, not a goddess

V2/C1

Tanya is happy that Dacia has zero airpower. She displays her happiness by smiling maniacally and skipping around her tent. Everyone thinks Tanya is happy that they just got invaded again and the war is growing and she can go kill people.

V2/C5

A kinda random infantry guy is still having nightmares about Tanya in like, 1960, and reflects back on how he felt when he heard Tanya casually call for friendly fire to go right through where her men are flying. He questions why anyone listens to her.

“But when I replay the memories in my mind, I can’t help but shout, You monster! A hero, a star, and outstanding magic officer. You, ma’am, were a great officer. To all of us imperial soldiers serving on the Rhine lines, you were a god...Yeah, she’s a god – an immensely powerful one who presides over life and death. Her words, brimming with a spine-chilling anger, swept over the area as if she was planning to attract all the enemy hostility like moths to a flame. Major von Degurechaff had bared her fangs. It invited a violent reaction. The Republic wanted to hunt the devil. In other words, they devoted all humanity’s wisdom to killing the god of death. Gods don’t die, but those of us next to them? …They were right to call her a god of death. She killed the enemy, and the enemy killed our men. Then the noble major, with a glance at all the dead in the mud, took her leave. Fucking hell.” <= and you thought Lehrgen hated her. But, again, real-world implications of this could very well be that post-war, Tanya is a total persona-non-grata as someone that had a high degree of influence on how rabidly everyone fought against the Empire, and how the Empire was treated in the aftermath. I don’t make it out quite that bad, but it could be really rough if someone wanted to make it that way.

V4/C5

“The Guard Division had been on many assignments dealing with formal events, so we had experience…But what is that? That absurd, expressionless, doll-like creature was giving orders to people who appeared to be bloodthirsty mages just back from the war zone.”

“Could it really…could it really be possible for a child to wear such a smile?...Her hands were soft and would have looked more natural holding a doll, but instead, this odd, human-shaped creature spread her arms as she delivered a welcoming address. No one. None of the high-ranking officers present could raise an objection to this thing. The veteran mages all obeyed this inhuman being in the form of a person.”

OG Eastern Army Command

V1/C5

“The members of the eastern army had been openly angered by her annoyed look until days before, but now their faces were pale. She said exactly what she thought: ‘Incompetent, pitiful, lazy, arrogant, unprepared, mentally disabled, inattentive, no powers of observation’ and her conclusion was that ‘all mages of the Eastern Army group require reeducation’”

“The ranking officers from the regional field armies who had come to protest ended up bearing the brunt of the General Staff members’ critical glares.”

OG Northern Army Command

V2/C3

“With no idea when Colonel General von Wragell might explode in his seat at the head of the table, Lieutenant General and Chief of Staff von Schreise was inwardly annoyed, but at the same time, the atmosphere was so tense he wanted to bury his head in his hands.”

“Schreise couldn’t be the only one thinking that he would have thrown her out immediately if she weren’t a representative of the Central Army’s view.”

“‘You’re very humble, aren’t you?’ one of the staff officers murmured, curling the corners of his mouth into a smile that was more of a sneer.”

“Schreise had never seen a major with such a big head without making light of him…without hesitating even a little, she – a mere battalion commander – matter-of-factly gave her opinion to the staff and even had the audacity to disagree with them. Even with the sacred, inviolable General Staff’s power behind her, she was nearing an inexcusable challenge to authority. A head could be allowed to swell only so far. There’s a limit to what can be tolerated, even for recipients of the Silver Wings Assault Badge!...the major, though still rather new, was readily crossing a line of which all graduates from the war college should have been aware.”

V3/C5

“There was a pile of especially severe criticism from the Northern Army Group. They said she was transferred after voicing a clear objection to those in authority.”

Imperial Government

V2/C5

Tanya sinks a Commonwealth vessel, she is court-martialed, the military says she did nothing wrong [which I agree with], but the diplomats want to punish her to appease the Commonwealth. After the not-guilty verdict, Tanya’s smug-ass smile makes everyone go: umm...should we really have let her get away with this??

V4/C2

She then further makes the diplomats hate her over her Moscow raid.

V4/C3

Rudersdorf warns Zettour that Tanya going overboard is earning Zettour criticism from the government.

V4/C4

During her second court-martial, Tanya doing the most in Moscow manages to fracture the relationship between the government/supreme army command & the guys more in charge of the day-to-day war, like Zettour & Rudersdorf.

International Post-Hoc View on Arene

V2/C6

“They gunned people down like they were so many targets in a firing exercise. They got ‘points’ for shooting people. People had blocked themselves in, so they used heavy-explosion formulas to bombard whole districts. Those are all painful memories of the tragedy being shared today. Even counting only the confirmed deaths, the city of Arene lost half its population that day. In order to avoid the heavy responsibility for each soldier that would result if they went into the city and had to visually confirm their targets, they aimed to cause widespread fires via artillery bombardment from positions surrounding the city. A portion of the documents shows that they had chosen targets that were likely to spread the flames as proof-of-concept for firestorm.” <= the reporter doesn’t know this, but Tanya is the person that comes up with that proof-of-concept for creating a firestorm, as well as the person that creates the case to make it legal to repress a civilian revolt with a military. To me it seems like Arene is presented as the Tanyaverse Bombing of Dresden, except how it would be viewed if Germany had won WWII.

Tanya thinks about how if the Empire loses, her reputation is in the toilet if it becomes known that she did this.

Western Army Command

V2/C6

[The Lt. General or above that is in command of the Western Front] “A terrifying report or a proposal from hell. The one who thought of this was either a lawyer so cunning the devil would invite them to join forces or a criminal. This way of thinking is practically inhuman. Only a devil who forgot their reason and conscience in their mother’s womb could come up with such a tactic. That someone would equate having the technical capabilities for an operation with actually doing it…Are they deranged?”

“Luckily, an army corps commander summoning a mere major is extremely rare. Exceptional though it was, it meant there was a chance he might have to summon this monster again someday…Doing his best not to look directly at the monster straightening her posture in front of him, the army corps commander accepted that it was for work and met her.”

“The principles behind the actions of this major in front of him were impossible to understand using anyone’s logic or emotions. Her inorganic eyes compelled you to conclude that her thoughts, her frameworks, her way of being were all warped.”

This guy keeps going on and on more than I have here, tbh he’s one of Tanya’s main haters. It’s fine Tanya, it’s only the guy in charge of Western Army Command, who listens to him?

“I hope no one noticed that I just flinched, thought the army corps commander, sensing that he was distinctly afraid of her…No worries about what? He deeply wanted to ask what she was planning to do, but he held back. He told himself it was surely better not to know…But there is probably no one more suited to being a soldier than you. Perhaps you feel at home in hell on the Rhine front.”

V3/C5

“The Western Army Group declined to evaluate her, saying her good and bad points neutralized each other, so it was difficult to rate her. Furthermore, she had attempted to resist orders.”

Implied Future View of Tanya/The Parable of the Salamander

V4/C5

“From what I heard, the Salamander is adorable and very clever. If you show it affection, it’ll get attached to you. Like a German shepherd, it can become a trustworthy member of the family. Sometimes it begs or plays tricks, but apparently, everyone ends up overlooking these things. Of course, Mrs. Legen grew angry and screamed that it went too far, but…Well, in the end, everyone doted on the Salamander. Because when it’s even more reliable than a German shepherd, how could you not? At some point, though, the Salamander’s requests and pranks grew to be too much. But what do you think happened when no one was sympathetic to dependable Mrs. Legen, who had continued to angrily scold it the whole time? That’s right. No one was able to stop the Salamander! Of course, the Salamander loved and cherished everyone. But sadly, there was no one to teach it right from wrong. So the Salamander never realized that everyone disliked it. Soon it had exhausted everyone’s patience.” <= for reference, Tanya commands the Salamander Kampfgruppe; this is told as a cautionary tale that Andrew says circulates throughout the future Empire.

Your Author’s Take on Tanya’s Reputation vs Reality

The above should have real-world implications for Tanya’s personal life as far as friends, and for her career both within and beyond the military once the war is over, because, you know, people talk. Anyone who phones up an old pal because said old pal had some quality time with Tanya and they’re curious what she’s like is probably not going to receive a glowing personal recommendation, and the higher up those people are in society, the worse it is likely to be.

Even for people who think she has a genius applicable beyond the military sphere, outside of extreme circumstances people generally don’t want to employ anyone, no matter how smart, who is known for being unpredictable, uncontrollable, arrogant in the extreme, abusive towards coworkers, manipulative, possibly just straight up evil, etc etc. Within the military, after the war I would expect her to be hampered by the fact that a lot of people won’t want to work with her unless there’s a really pressing reason they need her skillset.

I can’t believe I’m bringing this show up from years past, but she’s sort of in the same position as Dr. House from the TV show - famously talented; famously toxic in the workplace; only one place will employ him, and at a much lower salary than his reputation should command, and even so, thinking that he could get away with that in real life is pushing the suspension of disbelief for the show. The same goes with friendships - very few well-adjusted adults are willing to befriend The Cool Asshole in real life.

When it does happen IRL, those relationships usually aren’t healthy & happy, and can easily end up with borderline-emotionally-abusive undertones because the follower is afraid of losing the leader, and molds themselves to fit what the other person wants so as to be an unchallenging, uncritical presence in the life of their idol.

For a story about an adult man reincarnated as a young girl fighting in magical WW1.5, YS manages to put a surprisingly interesting twist on the Main Character is a Cool Asshole Without Consequences model, with Tanya getting away with it in the present due to extreme circumstances, not realizing that the war is the only reason she’s getting away with it, and facing many implied future consequences for it.

While it’s entirely possible and often completely necessary to handwave Tanya overcoming this for storytelling purposes, as you can’t go many places story-wise if Tanya is as screwed as it sounds like she’s going to be, standard reality is that she’s gonna need to do some serious legwork to dig herself out of the hole she’s in, both personally and professionally.

I appreciate that the crux of a good Tanya story is often Tanya thinking normal reality will apply to her but then bypassing normal reality to end up somewhere she never intended on being, much to her chagrin, and readers therefore may feel adhering to realism violates the reality of Tanyaverse.

For the purposes of this story, I have chosen to stick with where the preponderance of evidence leads and apply a good amount of normal reality to Tanya, because that is exactly what allows me to proceed along a different avenue of Tanya misunderstanding things and ending up somewhere she never intended on being, keeping to the spirit of Tanya stories. Plus, Tanya doesn’t seem very intent on growing as a person in the absence of consequences and I need my character growth drivers.

...and I can’t avoid admitting I still end up handwaving some portion of those consequences for Tanya, since, as stated above, it’s...hard to go anywhere with a story if you don’t.

#LN Reference

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samikozume-todoroki · 4 years

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Those bugs hc were amazing ( i was laughing so hard), what about some headcanons where the reader is now too small to reach something and the boys have to help her 👉👈

(Thank you so much! Glad it made you laugh🥺 as a smol bean; I am an inventor or spidermonkey no in between. And by boys I assume Shouto and Katsuki at the least, but I’m also doing Izuku and Kirishima!)

Characters: Shouto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya, Eijirou Kirishima

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Shouto Todoroki:

Mans walked into the pantry, fully intent on destroying the endeavor cereal that UA just stocked up

See you climbing on the shelves, hands losing their grip

Yoinks you so fast you don’t even realize he entered

(All I hear is the “STOOPID IM NOT GONNA LET YOU GET THE CHANCE” audio as I type this💀)

Actual photo of shouto yoinking you

Mans holds you by the collar of your shirt, staring at you with his beautiful eyes which are full of concern and worry

iTS NOT FAIR HES BOTH HOT AND A DECENT PERSON ITS NOT

“C-c-can you hel-help m-me?” Pouty and flustered the words are spit out

He puts you on the ground and goes behind you

!!! What r yO-

oh, okay

Mans picks you up by the armpits and you grab that yummy yummy Cinnamon Toast Crunch and the nasty bitch e*deavor cereal

He is so focused on how to destroy the cereal that when you lean up to give him a peck on the jaw, he stumbles

His heart just went DokiDoki!Precure

Scurrying out of the room like a rat (same😌💅✨) you don’t know that his left side flared up- destroying half the pantry

“Well at least the cereal got destroyed”

“YO! WHO DESTROYED THE MAC N CHEESE?! NOT COOL BRO”

“Half the pantry is burnt to a crisp and youRE comcerned about the Mac n cheese??”

“Ya??? Isn’t everyone??”

*everybody nods*

“Sigh”

Katsuki Bakugou:

Katsuki firmly believes in “fuck everyone, it’s every man for himself”

But there’s a secret clause hidden in page 101, paragraph 2, sentence 3, section FU-ck; 666

(I have no idea how shit like that works, so let’s roll with it🥰)

It states “it’s every man for himself unless the short stack can’t reach jack shit, then I could lend a hand if I want”

He enters the cleaning closet and sees you banging the broom on the bleach on the top shelf

“Thread the needle what the fuck broom fuck the handle sis it ain’t hard please-“ this close to tears and suddenly

Katsuki enters, grumbling about who knows what

“What? Did you see a speck of lint in the hallway that reminded you of Izuku?”

“No” (yes actually, damn nerds lint)

Now that a hot and more importantly tall boi was here

You banged on the bleach hoping it would annoy Katsuki enough to get it for you

✨backfired bitch✨

“You could just ask for help short stack”

😳😠🥺”pls help me”

He went to reach for the bleach, doing that “cage them in by getting super close” thing and

gETTING WAY TOO CLOSE LIKE SIR PLS BACK UP

I AM TRYING TO B R E A T H E

“I-I-I tha-thank y-you” 😳

“You’re welcome”

Said with such a cocky smirk, all embarassment is gone.

Pulling him down a bit by the collar of his shirt, and then

Kissing his cheek, you linger for a few seconds, releasing him skipping out the door

Mans blew up a shelf on accident

“Why is the shelf broken?”

“Bakugou”

“Ah, normal Tuesday then”

Izuku Midoriya:

Izuku was going into the kitchen for a snack

When he stumbled upon a snacc😍

A snacc that was on their knees on the counter (no feet on the counter, nasty bitch 🤢) and tipping backwards

Full cowled over and caught you, bridal style

“Y/n be more careful! What if I didn’t catch you?! You could have cracked your head open, broken your neck, or-

“But that didn’t happen because you were here!”☺️

“gotten an concussion fall asleep and slip into a coma, got a stroke that we didn’t notice and di-“

Blushy boy becomes a tomato

Not only from your words

But your beautiful eyes that shine so warmly and a smile that always cheers him up and lips that he’s imagined kissing a couple of times-

And your voice which is so gentle and happy and holds no doubt. The way you said he was there like he would always be there and you’ll always count on him and trust him

He’s just 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

(TAKE MY KITHES IZUKU BABIE ILY)

He sets you gently on the counter

“Can you get something for me?”

Man full cowls and within a second all the items on the top shelves are taken down and out on the counter

“I-I just needed salt??”

“Oh”😳 full cowls everything back but the salt.

You offer him some food and ask him to eat with you and this blushy simp boy is in

✨heaven✨

God y’all ain’t even dating and make everyone feel so so so single

“Oh my god, somebody please make them kiss already”

“Izuku and y/n are in the kitchen?”

“The sexual tension and mutual pining is infuriating and disgusting”

“Retweet”

“Even bakugou agrees”💀

Eijirou Kirishima:

You regret throwing stuff on the top shelf of your closet

Why did you, oh right because “you’ll never need it, and you don’t use it”

Well you need it now

Fuck.

Normally you would be an

😌💅✨independant woman✨💅😌

And get a chair and do it yourself

But the only chair is the rolling chair,

and idk man it’s slightly cloudy and Mars is in retrograde so you don’t really think it’s a good day to snap your neck

So you go to the common area to steal a boy 🤩

Seeing Eijirou first, his freshly showered appearance (the hair!!!) blessed your eyes

😍

“Ei~ Ji~ Rou~”

“Slightly scared, but yes y/n?”

“I need a tall, muscly man to help me”

He never got up so fast in his life, eyes sparkling

Eijirou’s man ego and pride was stroked and he was t h r i v i n g

His grin was so big and eyes so happy and please please please praise him and stroke his ego more I beg

Going to your room

Eiji was in heaven, first time in your room and he loved it already everything screamed you and he loved you so he loved it

(Hi I love simp Eiji and ack, I’m actually crying I simp for him so so so hard i🥺😭)

After grabbing your stuff,

You flashed him the prettiest smile

Your eyes reflected back his and it was the most beautiful piece of artwork he had ever seen

And softly, “thank you”

GAJSGHAHS Y/N TAKE ALL MY LOVE AND MY HEART I DONT NEED IT ANYWAYS

(Give him kithes rn 😠 I swear)

you invited him to stay and chat

All throughout it you were like

“Sir??? You do not get to be so handsome and pretty and funny and nice and a super good person”

Omg you actually teared up a little bit when Eiji was smiling and laughing boisterously

It was so cute and you were so in love and🥺🥺🥺

You guys were first on the floor, then the bed and desk chair, then across from each other on the bed, then next to each other on the bed and

wow now you both are sleeping and cuddling.

Kiri is wrapped around you and if he woke up in the middle of the night and snuggled your small form closer it’s not anyone’s business but his

“I hate them”

“Kirishima and y/n?”

“Who else?”

“Good lord you would think they are newlyweds”

“Always rubbing it in our faces that they are soulmates”

A/n: Shouto is emotionally constipated 😠 he doesn’t know he’s crushing😠 all he knows is that he feels things😠 that are nice and warm and make his fire activate😠 this is the second version, the first got deleted because of my own stupidity. I think After fiddling with this version for around an hour, I like it more than V1. 🥺 if anyone wants anymore boys from BNHA, or some HQ boy versions send a request! I’d be happy to do it!

I am in the process of planning out a Kid Krow songfic collection for BNHA and Haikyuu (separately) and I want to hear suggestions for which character for which song! Drop an ask or find the post I talk about it (under Sami speaks) and comment!

General Taglist (open! Ask or comment on this post to be on it): @mssyprsn

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itsclydebitches · 4 years

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tbh I think Blake's entire plot with Adam would have been far more impactful if instead of Yang being tied to it, have it be Weiss. Blake and Weiss had the most relationship development in V1. Weiss was the one who first pointed out when Blake was being moody in V2 and told her to open up, They spend a lot of time together during V3 fighting side by side. Outside of Burning the Candle and the arm thing, Blake and Yang's relationship is nonexistant to onesided in the early volumes. (1/2)

As much as I enjoy Blake/Yang as a concept ship - not always in how they’re written. I’ve spoken before about how now, presumably with a canonically confirmed relationship in the works, they never ever separate. To the point where they’ll glare at advice to try fighting with other partners which, for licensed huntsmen expected to work with a variety of people and as individuals still working through the trauma of separation, is a bit Not Good - I could have really gotten behind them having a little less screen time together to instead see Weiss handling the Adam situation. At the very least it would have given space to deal with Weiss’ connection to all this. Maybe we would have explored Adam’s brand and whether she’s actually trying to distance herself from the Schnee name. Instead of what we got which is Weiss hearing about Adam’s death off screen and us just not knowing if Blake and Yang even mentioned the details.

As for Yang and Blake themselves, I’m personally looking for two things: confirmation and balance. If you’re going to make them a couple, please make them a couple. RWBY’s relationship with its queer characters is already tenuous and seven volumes of interaction is enough time to at least start a confirmed relationship. They don’t need to begin making wedding plans after only 2+ years of in-world time when they weren’t even adults yet, but they can kiss, or ask each other out, or give themselves a label, or something to get them out of the “Are we going to look back at these volumes with the knowledge that you were queer baiting us the whole time?” situation we’re in.

As for balance, just let them interact with more people in a positive way. AKA, not glaring at Marrow, or insulting the Ace Ops, or sneering at Ironwood. So much of their bonding lately has been through putting others down. Plus, w’ve got a huge team of people here who are, supposedly, friends. And in Yang’s case siblings. We need to see those relationships outside of off-screen movie nights. Break up all these duos, especially the duo that a) canonically has problems with being separated and b) are now canonically distancing themselves from everyone else. Blake and Yang’s biggest scene this volume was the truck conversation and though the fandom focus has been on them betraying Ironwood (for obvious reasons), I think it’s worth pointing out that they betrayed everyone else too. They made a HUGE decision without anyone else’s input, potentially putting their team in a variety of dangers (everything from “What if Robyn does something bad with this info?” to “What if Ironwood finds out and takes away our housing, our weapon upgrades, our dust supplies, our licenses?”). Not only did they make that decision as a duo rather than as a team, they then kept it secret from everyone until Ironwood called them out on it. “No more secrets or half-truths” Yang just didn’t bother to bring that up for a couple of days at least. Which not only speaks to the overall issues of “protagonists can do no wrong” - in this case even among themselves. The others should be pissed at that rogue behavior and lack of trust but aren’t because that would require actually painting that decisions as a bad one - but also speaks to how Blake and Yang are becoming codependent in an unhealthy way. Which I hate to say about the one potentially queer main couple we’ve got. Seriously. Finally getting queer rep and having it be the mess that was Ilia and now these issues with Blake/Yang has been... rough. Because I just want to celebrate the rep for characters I love! But I have to call it as I see it. They shouldn’t get upset when someone suggests changing up a partner routine to learn something. They shouldn’t view such decision making as only between the two of them. Or if they do the story needs to frame all that in a way that says, “Hey. These are flaws the characters will work through.” I want RWBY to give us a nuanced, queer relationship with lots of depth and there are definitely things being introduced that Blake and Yang could work through as a new couple... but I don’t trust RWBY to acknowledge any of that as conflicts. As you say, they need to actually talk about their issues and the story needs to acknowledge their imperfections, both as individuals and a duo. There’s so much potential! It’s just that potential is being ignored for quick, feel-good “development”: here they are dancing, here they are taking pics together, here they are discussing hair... that’s all fantastic as supplements to their actual development, but not a replacement for it.

#rwby #rwde #mymetas #Anonymous

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res-sen-selfshipping · 4 years

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Jojo Dreamlog #7

V1(1st person) V2(3rd person)

I had this dream and I woke up so sad. I didn’t cry, but this shit made me HURT. And when I went to write it out, I deadass cried for 30 minutes straight because a wave of sadness just crashed into me :,,,) pls don’t judge me lmao

The environment looks like something out of blues clues, but more like a fairytale pop-up book. We’re at my elementary school (my sister and I but we’re elementary age now like just about everyone else there) and it’s a boarding school. This school didn’t look like just a public school though, there was a part that was red velvet walls and high class decoration like an mansion made a couple years before 2000 with a casino-rich-people-dining-hall feel. It’s not just a dining room and it’s also used for classes and testing and conferences.

I’m in a class conference with other students. I’m called on, but I don’t want to be there and I don’t want to comply; I resist. I can tell I hate being here. Sensing my resistance, someone makes an excuse to get the both of us to leave early. I’m grateful for this, but my childish mind didn’t want assistance, I wanted to make a point! But now all there is are my confusion and tired apathy for being in this school.

The one who got us excused is a younger version of Bruno. I know that he’s been nice to me since we’ve been here. I couldn’t tell why though, and it bugs me. What does he want? I try not to be rude to him while we walk down the hall since I feel grumpy and conflicted about what he’s done. He’s talking to me--it’s just small talk--but I give quick and straightforward replies. Can’t you tell I don’t want to talk to you?. He’s always smiling around me and I never know why. I want to know why! But I just can’t come up with anything, nothing he does ever makes sense to me. Doing what he can to be around me, a smile on his face, but I’ve never smiled for him. Never at him, never with him, never because of him.

This place doesn’t bring me the joy; or really, the kind of joy I want it to. I’ve made friends and I stick by my sister; I’m responsible for her. In our shared room we laugh and talk with our roommate. My sister seems happy enough, but I know deep inside that its superficial. This school is superficial and I don’t trust anyone. Regardless I still try to open up, even just the smallest bit, because I want to feel close friendship to someone, anyone, and not have to feel alone even with the plethora of people surrounding me. I look towards to door and just briefly see Bruno pass by.

As days move on, they feel weird to me. You’re around me more and more and I seem to begin to appreciate you. It suits you now, to always have a smile on your face, and to see you more than once everyday. I still don’t get you, but you’re no longer unwelcomed. Maybe, maybe this is what it is, maybe I’ve found joy? But it’s stripped from me as soon as I begin to understand. Because you’re going away soon. Too soon. I don’t understand why. Where are you going? Why are you leaving? Why do you have to leave? Was it not enough to stay with us? Was someone making you leave? Where are you going?

We’re signing a card for you, preparing special things for you, because you’re going away soon. That’s what they keep telling me, every time I ask. You’re even getting a party! So it’s supposed to be a good thing you’re leaving, right? Then why do I not feel happy for you? You’re leaving all of us. I don’t know why, but I don’t want you to.

You prepared a card for me as well. But why? It’s your party! It’s a you day! Why do you always make everything about me? Why do you keep doing this?!

When you tell me, I almost done believe you. You have to repeat it again because I didn’t respond. I don’t understand! What else am I supposed to do? I’m frozen and confused, stuck staring at you in disbelief.

You’re dying and you’re sick, but not in a way that changed your ways. You’re leaving tomorrow. I don’t want you to. I want you to stay but I know you can’t and I don’t know what to do with myself. I miss you already even though you’re right in front of me. I’m a child, I want you to stay right where you are and never change. I can’t accept what I know now and cry in front of you. Why do you have to go? How did this happen? Why can’t anything be done about it? You try to comfort me, but the pain is too much so I run. I can’t bear the pain of being so close to you but being so close to losing you as well. I have to stay far away so the pain won’t hurt me.

This distance helps and I’m becoming more numb, but it doesn’t stop the thoughts of you from flooding my mind. I don’t want to accept reality, and maybe, magically, it’ll change. Everything that’s supposed to happen will change, because it will! It always does for fairytale happy endings.

My sister and I are on a walk when I know you’re final moments are reaching near. What’s going to happen when you’re gone? Do you want me there with you? Did I do the right thing? Everything comes crashing down on me in realization and I know I have to go back. I have to be there for you when you need me, I want to see you again before you go. I’ve cared about you from the very beginning without even knowing it and that I’ve love everything about you. even though it never made sense to me. I want you to stay and be with me like it was before. Please let me be with you even though I haven’t done you any good. I have to give back what you gave to me. I love you and I can’t bear the thought of losing you.

I can only hope I make it in time, I can see you in the distance, I call your name and you’re looking right at me. You’re waiting there for me. I can tell I don’t have long, I’m almost there. Just a couple more feet...

“Thank you for everything”, you smile and fade away.

“I love you!”

I call even though I missed you by seconds. I loved everything about you but never gave you back what you gave to me and it’s too late now. I can’t do anything, just like I have the entire time, but I know it’s pointless to cry and agonize over what is done. I miss you so much and it hurts me, but I loved you and you’ll live on with me forever.

#sen’s dream log #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #bruno bucciarati #text

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Ok so Volumn Eight is coming up (tomorrow, oops procrastination) and I thought I’d share things I ended up noticing while rewatching the volumn seven intro for something. It turns out a lot of the lines match up ridiculously well with predetermined character arcs and even where character went in V7. So I thought I’d share those, and when I see V8 (in two week cause I don’t have First) I’ll do the same with preditions and then again at end, because they tie in closer then at I thought they did. The full list will be under the cut, but the biggest ones (to me at least) are right below.

1- You keep dreaming bout a better world: Ruby.

First off, Ruby’s main deal is trying to just to good as well as wanting to be a storybook hero and part of story. Also a call back to V1 Ruby and Blake discussion with ‘Life isn’t like a fairy tale.’ ‘That’s why we’re here.’

2- You keep wishing from some clarity: Yang to Wiess to Blake

Yang was the one to push the most about understanding everything and getting the whole story.

3- Oh but what’s here can set you free: Ruby

Back to the main thing in Ruby’s arc, as well as the show as a whole. Real life isn’t a fairy tale, you got all you have here, and that’s good enough

4- Your life’s a masterpiece: Ironwood

Generally Atlas themes, Ironwood’s whole hero deal, yeah

5- Right now your hope is shattered: Ironwood, specifically shooting a gun to the audience and then looking down and sad.

I just- I feel like this explains itself.

6- When you don’t know where to turn to: Yang

Trust issues timeeeeeeee

Also oops we lost our mentor figure (even if he wasn’t a true mentor)

7- [Moving] Towards the light: Ruby

She got glowy eyes

8- Open up your eyes: Ruby

Stuff about the truth and seeing it, also glowy eyes

1- You keep dreaming bout a better world:

2- You keep wishing for some clarity:

3- Always hoping that a lightning bolt/Is gonna save you from this gravity:

4- You’re holding out for some romantic life:

5- Maybe you’ll wake up in a world of charm:

6- Oh but what’s here can set you free/You don’t have to:

7- Dream: Ironwood

8- Your life’s a masterpiece: Ironwood

9- If you just believe: Ace-Ops, Clover specially

10- And all you see: Ace-Ops to Watt at computer

11- Is all you need: Watts at computer with train in foreground

12- Right now your hope is shattered: Ironwood shooting at screen then looking down and sad

13- It’s pointless ever after:The Schnee’s (first Jacques and Whitley then Winter and Wiess)

14- But in time you’ll: Maria and Pietro

15- Find: Ruby. Yang, Jaune, Ren in background plus small Oscar in foreground (mostly)

16- Though: Ruby. Jaune, Nora, Ren in back ground, Oscar in foreground (mostly)

17- Love: Ruby. with Blake in background and Wiess in foreground (mostly)

18- Your power just shines: Penny with glowing background

19- When you don’t know where to turn to/And you’re sure: Yang

20- All hope is: Nora and Ren

21- Gone/And the day you’re waiting for won’t: Jaune joins

22- Come/And dark won’t yield to dawn/Trust: Ace-Ops

23- Love: Robin to Ironwood on a screen (changing to Jacques at end)

24- And open up you eyes: Ironwood and Oscar sparring

25- Trust love: Blake to Wiess

26- The truth is there: Wiess

27- But sometimes in: Tyrian

28- Disguise: Robin joins, fighting Tyrian

29- The way’s uncertain, but we’re together moving: Qrow joins

30- Towards the light: Ruby

31- When we trust: Ruby silhouette

32- In love: Wiess silhouette

33- And open: Blake then Yang silhouette

34- Open up our: Ruby glowing background

35- Eyes: All

#rwby #rwby v7 #rwby v7 soundtrack #rwby trust love #I might just be a dumbs and everyone else already picked up on it okay #I thought it was cool

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redfoxwritesstuff · 5 years

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Too late? (Tom Hiddleston x reader) V1

So this is a two version story. It exists with a happy ending and a unhappy ending. This is the happy. Based on a request I took because I have no self control. Link to the request in the comments along with a link to the Angst Version.

Rating: Teen, no warnings.

Summary: While waiting at home for the man you love to return to you the internet serves up pictures that sting and cause all the doubt hidden in your heart to flair to life. When Tom returns home and can’t provide a answer good enough for you, you leave with nothing for the airport. Can Tom change your mind and convince you to stay or is it too late?

With a sigh, you closed the laptop as keys jingled in the door. Tom had been gone for nearly four months and the time had dragged on. Toward the end of his stint filming on his current project the phone calls had began to taper off.

You had tried to tell yourself he was just busy. The schedules were demanding and you had work as well. But he never called this rarely. It stung and made all those doubts you tried to banish out of your mind come racing back in the darkness of night. When you did talk he never had time. He always seemed distracted and never would give you a straight answer as to what he was doing or when he would be home.

It was hard not to question if he even wanted to come home and now she had no doubt as to why. On the screen was the proof that everything she feared was true. Everything had begun to crumble and now the only question was what you would do about it when he opened that door.

Half a world away while you were tucking yourself into bed a few days prior, Tom was walking down the sidewalk with the arm of a costar looped in his. They talked softly as he held the door to a jewelry store open for her. She smiled at him and patted his chest as she slipped by. What neither of them was aware of was the man across the street who was snapping pictures of what appeared to be a special moment that he would later sell.

“Darling, I’m home.” Tom’s voice called out as he pulled his suitcase into the entry. “Sorry I didn’t call, I wanted to surprise you.”

“You did.” Your voice was flat and cold, surprising yourself.

“Darling?” There was a hint of worry when you didn’t behave as you normally would when he came home from filming. Normally you were excited to see him, eager to greet him. “What’s the matter?”

“Is there anything you want to tell me, Tom?” You asked, standing as he came into the room. Each time he stepped closer, tried to reach you, you stepped around. It quickly became clear to him that you were intending to keep the couch between the two of you.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned.

“Who is she?” You snapped. The implied accusation freezing him in his tracks.

“Not this bloody shit again. I thought we went over this last year- there is no one else. I don’t want anyone else-”

“Why are you lying to me?” It was hard to fight back the tears.

“I’m not!” Tom snapped, causing you to cringe back. “What the hell has you worried about this.”

“Maybe you taking Maria to the jewelers?” You questioned and his eyes snapped toward you. “Open the laptop and stop lying to me.”

“I’m not lying. I don’t need to look at whatever fucking pictures-”

“Do it!” You shouted, causing him to open the screen.

The image on it made his blood drain from his face. It looked so much worse than it was. Maria’s hand was pressed to his chest and her body looked to be a hair’s breath away from his. There was a small smile on his face as if they were sharing a secrete and in truth, they had been.

“I can explain-”

“Why? Why am I not good enough?” You press.

“It’s not what it looks like-”

“Stop it!” You yell as you back away from the couch, pressing your face into your hands as you tried to slow your thoughts.

Tom took the chance to close the distance. With every fiber of his being, he wanted to make you understand. There was a reason he was at the jewelers. There was a reason he wanted Maria’s opinion. There was a reason he was harder to reach than normal. He was busy making plans so that tonight would hopefully be one of the best nights of his life.

“Don’t touch me.” The words are laced with venom as you yank your arm away from him. “Don’t talk to me.”

“Please, just calm down.” Tom’s voice was harder, louder than normal with frustration and he regretted it instantly. “Please?” He asked softer.

You however were not listening. Without looking back you walked by him. Each step time he called out to you, called your name you ignored him. Without looking back you slipped your feet in your shoes and grabbed your purse.

“Where are you going?” He demanded.

“Out. I don’t know. It’s none of your business.” You yell back. How dare he demand to know where you were going. How dare he expect you to answer to him. How dare he after everything he had done. “Home maybe.”

As the door slammed in his face, Tom felt the weight of the small velvet box burning a hole in his pocket. He tried to tell himself that you would come back yet worry still nagged at him. Sure, the two of you had your fights but this was nothing like before. Yeah, you had your insecurities but it pained him that you would doubt his love for you.

After storming down the sidewalk for a bit you were able to catch a cab. Anger and pain warred inside you as you tried to keep yourself in check. Overall you managed to avoid breaking down in tears as you scrolled down the available flights departing soon and selected one. You could be on a plane and on your way back to America before midnight.

It was a rash decision, you knew that. It was the only option that was coming to mind as you fought back the panic. Every storefront the taxi passed was full of what had once been fond memories. Tom was one of the first people you had met in London and the kindness of the man who at the time was just a celebrity to you was a lifeline. Quickly you fell in love with him and surprisingly enough he fell in love with you.

That was a few years ago and now you knew it was over. You’re family had been asking you to return to the States for some time now and you always found an excuse not to. The long plane trip wasn’t something you wished to relive again. It didn’t matter now.

The taxi stopped and you paid with a sincere thanks to the man. He however grabbed your hand and held it firmly.

“Miss, you seem like you’re running from something. Be sure before you get on that plane.”

You nodded but didn’t say anything as you walked inside. The building was large and cold, just as you remembered it. The last time you were here there was joy as you began your life anew. Now you wanted nothing so much as to find a dark spot to sit and cry after checking in on your flight.

Tom paced the living room, covering the distance over and over while he tried to tell himself that you would be coming back any minute now. You always came back. When pacing did nothing to calm his nerves, he sat in front of your laptop and lifted the screen.

You’d come back. You left your laptop and you needed that for work. You had to come back for it. He keep telling himself that over and over again as he looked at the picture and headline that was so very far from the truth.

As he sat, holding the velvet box in his hand glaring at the picture, an email notification pinged in the bottom right corner of the screen. Normally he wouldn’t pay it any mind, he trusted you and was not one to snoop. This time however the subject line screamed out to him, reading: ‘BriAir thanks you for your ticket purchase’.

Clicking on it, his stomach dropped. You were not coming back. Laptop be damned, you were not coming back this time. Panic welled in him as he looked at the confirmation of a one-way ticket back to America.

Without thinking, he slammed the screen down and stood. Looking around as he ran his fingers through his hair. There was nothing here he needed, he decided as he shoved the little black box in his pocket. Flipping off the lights as he closed the door behind him, he wasted no time at all running to where his car was parked and slammed the key in the ignition.

With ever red light, with every turn he prayed that he wasn’t going to be too late. Each plane he saw in the sky added its weight to the ball of lead in his stomach. He had to make it to her in time. There simply was no other option. There was no way in hell he was going to let the best damn woman he’d ever know slip out of his hands.

The car screeched to a halt in front of the airport departures doors reading ‘BriAir’. The sign said ‘loading and unloading passengers only’ but he paid it no mind as he killed the engine and slammed the door behind him. If they towed the car, ticketed it, whatever- he would figure it out. He could figure anything out as long as she was still with him, as long as he wasn’t too late.

Rushing to the ticket counter he demanded a ticket. The clerk asked the very logical question of ‘where to’ and he had to waste valuable time explaining to her that it didn’t matter- he was just trying to talk to someone before they left, he needed it to get through security.

With boarding pass in hand, Tom rushed toward the security line. It was there that he saw you, sitting with your head in your hands in front of the line. Looking at his watch, he saw that your flight should be leaving any minute now and he should be too late. Yet you were not on it.

He took a few breaths before slowly approaching you. You didn’t even look up as he stepped up and took a seat next to you. He wondered if you had even noticed or if you realized it was him. In truth you didn’t realize it was him until he spoke.

“You didn’t get on the plane.” He spoke softly, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his thighs and letting his hands dangle between his legs.

“I tried.” You admitted, watching him out of the corner of your eye. “I would have.”

“Why didn’t you.” His voice was thick and you watched as he balled his fists only to release them and repeat the action over and over.

“My passport is in the bedroom.”

“I-” He swallowed thickly before trying again. “I don’t want you to go.”

“Then why?” You asked. “It said you got her a necklace and you look so happy in the pictures. She looks so happy. Why?”

“I needed her opinion. I wanted the opinion of a woman I trusted and she was the one I trusted most there.”

“I don’t understand?” You were looking at him, your eyes surely red rimmed with the tears you had cried.

Rather than answer you, he slipped out of his seat, standing to his full height. A few people in the distance recognized him but wisely did not come close. You watch from your seat as he runs a hand through his wild curls and takes a few steps away only to turn sharply and walk back toward you, pulling something small out of his trouser pocket.

Before you could begin to understand what it was, he sank down in front of you, one knee planted on the dirty floor. For a moment he simply sat before you, looking at the little black box in his hand before he turned his attention back to you, breathing your name as if it was a prayer for your understanding.

“I never want you to doubt my love for you, my commitment to you. We visited the jewelers that day because I wanted her opinion as a woman on rings. I was overwhelmed with the selection but being away for so long made me sure of one thing- I didn’t want to wait a moment longer to ask you this. I did buy something in that store but it wasn’t a necklace for her, it was a ring for you.” You watched with breath caught in your throat as he carefully opened the black box to reveal the ornate ring inside. It was classic, elegant and modest. It was everything you wanted in a ring.

“Tom?” His name slips through your lips as you sit in shock.

“This isn’t how I planned on doing this. This isn’t where I planned to be doing this. Oddly enough though, it is about when I planned on asking. Today I planned to ask you to marry me. Now I’m simply begging you not to leave me. But if you would be my wife- I promise to be everything you need, everything you want. I can’t promise it will always be easy but I can promise that I will always love you.”

You slip out of the chair and launch yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him. Tears fall from your eyes as you sob into his chest. You can’t believe how close you had come to making the worst decision of your life. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly as he buried his nose in your hair. Tears slipped from his eyes and gathered in your hair as he mumbled over and over how much he loved you, only you.

“Miss? We’ve received the documents. We can get you on the next flight out- it departs in about 30 minutes.” A woman stepped up and spoke hesitantly.

“Thank you but I’m not going anywhere.” You pulled back from Tom just a little so you can direct your attention toward her as you spoke. She nodded and walked away with a small smile on her face and you wondered for a moment if she recognized Tom. In the end it didn’t matter.

“You’re staying?”

“I’m staying.” You nodded with a watery smile and Tom held the ring out to you.

“You don’t have to answer, you don’t have to say anything yet- I know I put you on the spot-”

“That’s typically how proposals work. Yes, Tom. Yes.”

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#Tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fic

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theskyrimlibrary · 4 years

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2920, Morning Star, V1

Morning Star Book One of 2920 The Last Year of the First Era by Carlovac Townway

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1 Morning Star, 2920 Mournhold, Morrowind

Almalexia lay in her bed of fur, dreaming. Not until the sun burned through her window, infusing the light wood and flesh colors of her chamber in a milky glow did she open her eyes. It was quiet and serene, a stunning reverse of the flavor of her dreams, so full of blood and celebration. For a few moments, she simply stared at the ceiling, trying to sort through her visions.

In the courtyard of her palace was a boiling pool which steamed in the coolness of the winter morning. At the wave of her hand, it cleared and she saw the face and form of her lover Vivec in his study to the north. She did not want to speak right away: he looked so handsome in his dark red robes, writing his poetry as he did every morning.

“Vivec,” she said, and he raised his head in a smile, looking at her face across thousands of miles. “I have seen a vision of the end of the war.”

“After eighty years, I don’t think anyone can imagine an end,” said Vivec with a smile, but he grew serious, trusting Almalexia’s prophecies. “Who will win? Morrowind or the Cyrodilic Empire?”

“Without Sotha Sil in Morrowind, we will lose,” she replied.

“My intelligence tells me the Empire will strike us to the north in early springtide, by First Seed at the latest. Could you go to Artaeum and convince him to return?”

“I’ll leave today,” she said, simply.

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4 Morning Star, 2920 Gideon, Black Marsh

The Empress paced around her cell. Wintertide gave her wasteful energy, while in the summer she would merely sit by her window and be grateful for each breath of stale swamp wind that came to cool her. Across the room, her unfinished tapestry of a dance at the Imperil Court seemed to mock her. She ripped it from its frame, tearing the pieces apart as they drifted to the floor.

Then she laughed at her own useless gesture of defiance. She would have plenty of time to repair it and craft a hundred more. The Emperor had locked her up in Castle Giovesse seven years ago, and would likely keep her here until he or she died.

With a sigh, she pulled the cord to call her knight, Zuuk. He appeared at the door within minutes, fully uniformed as befitted an Imperial Guard. Most of the native Kothringi tribesman of Black Marsh preferred to go about naked, but Zuuk had taken a positive delight to fashion. His silver, reflective skin was scarcely visible, only on his face, neck, and hands.

“Your Imperial Highness,” he said with a bow.

“Zuuk,” said Empress Tavia. “I’m bored. Let’s discuss methods of assassinating my husband today.”

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14 Morning Star, 2920 The Imperial City, Cyrodiil

The chimes proclaiming South Wind’s Prayer echoed through the wide boulevards and gardens of the Imperial City, calling all to their temples. The Emperor Reman III always attended a service at the Temple of the One, while his son and heir Prince Juilek found it more political to attend a service at a different temple for each religious holiday. This year, it was at the cathedral Benevolence of Mara.

The Benevolence’s services were mercifully short, but it was not until well after noon that the Emperor was able to return to the palace. By then, the arena combatants were impatiently waiting for the start of the ceremony. The crowd has far less restless, as the Potentate Versidue-Shaie had arranged for a demonstration from a troupe of Khajiiti acrobats.

“Your religion is so much more convenient than mine,” said the Emperor to his Potentate by way of an apology. “What is the first game?”

“A one-on-one battle between two able warriors,” said the Potentate, his scaly skin catching the sun as he rose. “Armed befitting their culture.”

“Sounds good,” said the Emperor and clapped his hands. “Let the sport commence!”

As soon as he saw the two warriors enter the arena to the roar of the crowd, Emperor Reman III remembered that he had agreed to this several months before and forgotten about it. One Combatant was the Potentate’s son, Savirien-Chorak, a glistening ivory-yellow eel, gripping his katana and wakizashi with his thin, deceptively weak looking arms. The other was the Emperor’s son, Prince Juilek, in ebony armor with a savage Orcish helm, shield and longsword at his side.

“This will be fascinating to watch,” hissed the Potentate, a wide grin across his narrow face. “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a Cyrodiil fight an Akavir like this. Usually it’s army against army. At last we can settle which philosophy is better -- to create armor to combat swords as your people do, or to create swords to combat armor as mine do.”

No one in the crowd, aside from a few scattered Akaviri counselors and the Potentate himself wanted Savirien-Chorak to win, but there was a collective intake of breath at the sight of his graceful movements. His swords seemed to be a part of him, a tail coming from his arms to match the one behind him. It was a trick of counterbalance, allowing the young serpent man to roll up into a circle and spin into the center of the ring in offensive position. The Prince had to plod forward the less impressive traditional way.

As they sprang at each other, the crowd bellowed with delight. The Akaviri was like a moon in orbit around the Prince, effortlessly springing over his shoulder to attempt a blow from behind, but the Prince whirled around quickly to block with his shield. His counter-strike met only air as his foe fell flat to the ground and slithered between his legs, tripping him. The Prince fell to the ground with a resounding crash.

Metal and air melted together as Saviriend-Chorak rained strike after strike upon the Prince, who blocked every one with his shield.

“We don’t have shields in our culture,” murmured Versidue-Shaie to the Emperor. “It seems strange to my boy, I imagine. In our country, if you don’t want to get hit, you move out of the way.”

When Savirien-Chorak was rearing back to begin another series of blinding attacks, the Prince kicked at his tail, sending him falling back momentarily. In an instant, he had rebounded, but the Prince was also back on his feet. The two circled one another, until the snake man spun forward, katana extended. The Prince saw his foe’s plan, and blocked the katana with his longsword and the wakizashi with his shield. Its short punching blade impaled itself in the metal, and Savirien-Chorak was thrown off balance.

The Prince’s longblade slashed across the Akavir’s chest and the sudden, intense pain caused him to drop both weapons. It a moment, it was over. Savirien-Chorak was prostate in the dust with the Prince’s longsword at his throat.

“The game’s over!” shouted the Emperor, barely heard over the applause from the stadium.

The Prince grinned and helped Savirien-Chorak up and over to a healer. The Emperor clapped his Potentate on the back, feeling relieved. He had not realized when the fight had begun how little chance he had given his son at victory.

“He will make a fine warrior,” said Versidue-Shaie. “And a great emperor.”

“Just remember,” laughed the Emperor. “You Akaviri have a lot of shadowy moves, but if just one of our strikes comes through, it’s all over for you.”

“Oh, I’ll remember that,” nodded the Potentate.

Reman thought about that comment for the rest of the games, and had trouble fully enjoying himself. Could the Potentate be another enemy, just as the Empress had turned out to be? The matter would bear watching.

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21 Morning Star, 2920 Mournhold, Morrowind

“Why don’t you wear that green gown I gave you?” asked the Duke of Mournhold, watching the young maiden put on her clothes.

“It doesn’t fit,” smiled Turala. “And you know I like red.”

“It doesn’t fit because you’re getting fat,” laughed the Duke, pulling her down on the bed, kissing her breasts and the pouch of her stomach. She laughed at the tickles, but pulled herself up, wrapping her red robe around her.

“I’m round like a woman should be,” said Turala. “Will I see you tomorrow?”

“No,” said the Duke. “I must entertain Vivec tomorrow, and the next day the Duke of Ebonheart is coming. Do you know, I never really appreciated Almalexia and her political skills until she left?”

“It is the same with me,” smiled Turala. “You will only appreciate me when I’m gone.”

“That’s not true at all,” snorted the Duke. “I appreciate you now.”

Turala allowed the Duke one last kiss before she was out the door. She kept thinking about what he said. Would he appreciate her more or less when he knew that she was getting fat because she was carrying his child? Would he appreciate her enough to marry her?

The Year Continues in Sun’s Dawn

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*(V1, Undeviating)After some years his lifeless corpse was eventually found frozen in ice like Steve had been, with his left arm severed however, and more than likely having not been frozen and rotting away. God knows what else could have happened to it. However, he was brought back to life by Soviet Scientists and had suffered from brain damages as well as amnesia, from being blown up for the most part. And probably from being dead, for...who knows how fucking long. Long enough. The years that followed had him being frozen and unfrozen for missions, repeatedly. However he did manage to meet and befriend Natasha (Black Widow), before again being frozen another time. Also during these years he killed a hell of a lot of people and caused a lot of mediocre problems he would later come to feel extremely guilty about. Eventually he would also have a mental breakdown and abandon Hydra for a time while he tried to sort out his 'problems'. In this time he managed to run into Steve once again, who triggered his memories and the years of guilt for all the pain and suffering he had caused as the Winter Soldier, for years to come.

It can also be said that his 'youthful appearance' isn't because of any serum, but being frozen. Also probably because he's a little bit of an alien, shh. Anyway, Bucky had also been suffering from being tortured, prior to dying from the explosion and for many years after. Which he spent a lot of his time wrapped up in because of sever PTSD. He had basically been an empty slate throughout most of his years as the Winter Soldier, and being used to train other Russian experiments for Department X's Red Room and otherwise. He had begun to crack and his programming had started to become weak to his 'waking up'. This lead to him often disobeying his orders, especially while he visited the United States, which often triggered memories for him in his youth. Spotting this the Russian's put him in cryo-sleep once again, just before the Soviet Union had begun to fall apart. Only to be unthawed years later by the prodigy of Karpov, the original man who revived him. The prodigies name being Aleksander Lukin and had ordered James to kill the Red Skull. This lead to James killing hundreds of people in Philadelphia, which had powered up the Cosmic Cube.

This also lead to James kidnapping Sharon Carter who recognized him as Bucky, at least she had thought. She then, once rescued, would bring it up to Steve who would want to see for himself if the mass murderer had really been his best friend. This let to a confrontation between the two of them finally after so many years. During their fight, James could not recall who Steve was. That was until Steve had gotten a hand on the Cosmic Cube and forced James to remember his entire life, with it, the good and the bad. Thus triggering the years of guilt and pain for all the wrong he had done to others. Not long after this Barnes sought Nick Fury and asked for jobs from the other, the other doing so and having James work on different threats against the super heroes who were gearing up for the Civil War. Which James had spent most of this event hiding away in the background. As he was still doing missions for Fury. Though James soon grew wise to the situations seriousness. Only for Steve to surrender against the Registration. James had been close by as Steve was taken into the courthouse for his trial, after having opposed the Registration.

James however could not have foreseen what was to happen next, as before Steve could even make it into the court, Red Skull's plans had taken their affect. Crossbones assassinated Steve, along with Sharon who was being controlled by the doctor, Faustus. James and Sam had quickly taken out Crossbones before letting the entire moment finally settle in him. When it did, a he had found himself mourning in isolation over his lost brother. This, on top of still being ostracized from the public had been quite a blow to his emotions at the time. Having still not fully gotten over everything else he had come to do since dying the first time. James however did not bother with staying in this state of mind for long. As he had been out, continuing to take missions and try and stop Lukin. This however had come with him finding out that Lukin was being controlled by Red Skull. It is during these days that James comes to realize his programming involved secret codes. Like the ones that could knock him unconscious when uttered. When Lukin used them on James, he was taken by Faustus who had tried using brain bending mad science on James.

It didn't work all that well however, and this lead to Agent 13 tossing James out of a fucking plane! YEET! After this James returned back to America, I assume. And had started to trusting Tony Stark, who was then the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D. After some time James decides he's just going to hope onto a Helicarrier and steal Captain America's Shield, as one does, you know. Because that's sane. But it's for a good reason, he didn't believe that Tony was going to pour one out for the homies and was going to disrespect Steve's honor. You know. That was until Tony was like " hey, moron! Here's a letter." And so he was suggested by Steve personally to become the next Captain America. Which of course made the entire incident embarrassing for practically everyone involved. Especially James who was quite embarrassed about his acting like a fucking wild man over this misunderstanding...of course. *Squints at Tony, still* ANYWAY, so James ends up becoming the next Captain America and is doing that for some time. Also now doing the hero thing like all the other cool kids were doing. At first it's quite uncomfortable to him.

But as time goes on and he completes more missions, the people have begun to accept and love him. Which he also begins to accept himself in this transitional stage of his life. Being praised and adorned with the affection he had always wanted, and finally accomplishing being the Hero he had dreamed of being in his youth. James starts opening up a little more and becoming more like his old self once again. It is also during these days that he is deprogrammed, at the behest of Tony of course. It was also during these days that James had dealt with a virus destroying half of the earths population because a man had used the original Human Torches body to create it, you know, as one does. He fights against Red Skulls Machinations and eventually learns about Steve being stuck in a time loop from Sharon, and then Red Skull had managed to bring Steve back, unsticking him from this time loop, or whatever in the fuck. It is during this time that James decides to fight Red Skull, in Steve's body. Because why the hell woouldn't he do that. He's..not very smart. So anyway, super tough man over here just decides to fight a fucking god for literally shits and giggles.

He's got a good heart, this is clear. James what one could call the 'mother goose' of friends. Always worrying about and taking care of others. He's the protector. So James tries his best to try and save Steve, even then. This fight had gone on long enough for Steve to begin regaining control over his body. Bucky however sustained a great deal of damage during the fight, having his left hand severed from his arm and being shot in the back, between his shoulders. After the battle with Red Skull and the danger that James was under from it, Steve began to worry that retaining the Captain America title could ultimately lead to James being killed. However James continued being Captain America for a while after, spending the next fight, fighting alongside Steve as they had in the early days of their heroics. Fighting then with the Dark Avengers and Thunderbolts and attempting to stop Norman Osborn's seige. Afterword, Steve had returned the shield to James before moving on. Even after this time James was offered to team up with others. Though had not exactly thought he was 'teamwork' material. But did serve alongside the Avengers from time to time, to help the after affects of Red Skull.

After James killed an imposter he began to act a bit more suicidal over time. Which lead to concerns from Steve and Sam. During this time Helmut Zemo had taken advantage of James' suddenly deteriorating state of self preservation, putting a plan of his into action. Which lead to James being lured into a trap set by Zemo. Once he got James to where he had wanted, Zemo proceeded to taunt James about basically being in Captain America's shadow. Then Zemo goes on to tell Bucky that he should make his own name as a hero, instead of Captain Americas. With this, he released evidence of James' Past as the Winter Solder to media. Following this incident and getting free of Zemo, James decides to turn himself. During the trial, a few nonentity villains threaten to harm James' friends, those being Sam and Natasha. Which, being the protector that he is, James threw out any suggestion to ignore this and ran to help out his friends. Only to turn himself in again afterward. Pleading guilty and being sentenced then to twenty years in prison, which was commuted to time served. As they had wanted to keep him from going to prison.

This however did not turn out the way the United States had planned as Russia tried him and found James guilty for his crimes, extraditing him back to the country and sending him to a Siberian prison. While there James was subjected to more harsh realities. He struggled greatly to survive under other prisoners hatred toward him, who had held grudges against him for his days as the Winter Soldier. While James was there Steve tried to get him released in a diplomatic way. But on the other side, Natasha and Sharon were planning to break him out of the prison. First, gathering information on the 'innocent' people James was accused of murdering as the Winter Solder. The two found that these citizen has been working for Department X and the Red Room. During all of this James had decided to break himself out of the prison. At conveniently the same time Natasha showed up to do the same. The two then escaped, with Bucky coming to the realization that he had needed to dispatch the agents he helped to create. However some other shit goes down and James has to help the earth stop being a mess, again.

It was during this latest battle for earth that James was again injured, and dying, more or less. This had pushed Steve, who was doing who fucking knows what at this time, back to being Captain America. As well as allow James to restart his own life. While still dead, not dead, but heavily injured, he is given the last vial of Infinity Formula which revives him once more. It is after this that James take on his restored role, working from the shadows to complete his personal mission to you know, kill the sleeper agents, and whatever. Taking Natasha with him the pair go and do that. Fighting all kinds of villains, James even teamed up with Hawkeye for a few moments of 'I'm just resting my eyes' time. Where the last sleeper agent, who went by the name Leo managed to brain wash Natasha because how else is he going to team up with Hawkeye, Captain America and Wolverine(MY BOI!!) otherwise, you know. In the end they managed to get her back, mostly. All her memories of James had been utterly and entirely erased from existence. Because FUCK YOU, that's why. You wanted a WinterWidow?! Fuck you! You better work!

One thing then lead to the next and now James is in space, and shit. Doing whatever one does in space. Jump around and talk about how gravity is fake, I guess. There they get into yet another fight because someone has murdered Watcher. I wonder who it could have been, Nick. I wonder who it could have fucking been...So James then comes to another realization, because he loves those. Attacking Nick and telling the other their will be no more secrets since Nick was being a very devious little shit head. Being as he's the one that murdered The Watcher as well as was doing some dark shit behind the scenes that the heroes weren't aware of to 'protect earth' he says. James has had enough of Nick's shit. After this Nick becomes the new Watcher to replace the murdered on, and passes on his secret defender responsibility to James. Because okay.

After this James runs into and gets into some trouble with Daisy Johnson and then falls in love before going to an alternate universe where Loki is being a little bit of a shit. Steve has also returned to being Captain America at this time and lost his super soldier serum granted youth, because the writers were high on some SHIT, I guess. Steve then passed the title once more onto Sam Wilson, before rejoining S.H.I.E.L.D. Some more shit happens but our boi James here ain't really doing nothing because he's off being a fucking rabbit, I bet you. I bet you!

Apparently some more fucked up shit happens with Maria Hill, the Cosmic Cube that's now sentient and called Kobik, now. Whose going around rewriting Villain Backstories and giving them new lives because sure, why not. Why the fuck not.... Which leaves Steve pretty god damn confused when James shows up being all Winter Soldier on S.H.I.E.L.D's asses. Though when James had then revealed Maria didn't destroy the Cosmic Cube shards it became clear to Steve what was going on. Then all the bad guys just brain out of jail, because of course. That's what has to happen, guys, come on! James then works with Sam to go find Kobik who has FOR SOME FUCKING REASON, restored Steve to his 'proper age and implanted him with Hydra memories. Okay? You get all of that? Okay. MOVING ON!

Anyway James then decides to help Kobiks and...This plot couldn't be more drawn out, I swear. *Yawns* Kobiks' then also brings her friends,...whatever...this leads to the mall being a Band of 'Shield up' around the earth, to watch out for outside high level threats to earth? I don't know. Honestly. But that's what's going on here. Unknown to Bucky however that Kobik's has rewritten Steve's mind until far too late Steve comes to somehow take control over the entire fucking country, turning it into his Secret Hydra Empire. This fffucker. AAAH! Anyway, so Steve, does that and Zemo's then trying to kill James, in the exact same way as his father did, Pappa Baron Zemo *Kisses middle finger and flips it up to the air.* Bless him. By, guess what, trying to blow James up with another god damn plane. However this time James manages to escape and hella not die. Splashing successfully into the water, this time. Splish Splash, you're not going to freeze your ass, James. HE SURVIVED! *Throws confetti* Yay. Thanks to Namors people that is. You know, Fishy people, the fishes, he slept with the fishes...heh. Heheh.

During his time with the fishes...James...becomes a...royal adviser...Hold, the fuck, up....What?! WHAT?! Am I reading this right-Erm..I mean. Yeah. He becomes a merman, of course. You know, it just be like that. This gave James the time to come up with a new strategy. Maybe he becomes Aquaman and calls a massive tidal wave and washes all of Steve Rogers and his fucking bullshit away....Right? Right?! Probablywouldhavebeenabetterplotatthispointtobehonest. So Hydra Captain America is tralalalaing along, as evil people tend to do when they are unchallenged by anyone.

Since Steve is a literal fucking god reborn, ain't no one dumb enough to stand up to- James comes in with his new plan, dragging Sam and Scott Lang into the mess and is like " Hey Steve, catch this shard, bitch!" And stabs a shard of the Kobik into Steve's body. Then he jumped a newly reformed Cosmic Cube saving Kobik herself as well as his old friend and escaped with them. Apparently while James was away being a merman and coming up with a plan to defeat Steve, Steve straight up just fucking murdered Natasha in front of everyone in the entire world, guys! But don't worry, she's back now. Kobik made it aall better.

*(V1, Undeviating End)In the present day James often teams up with Hawkeye as they both try to find out what has happened to Natasha, and when finding her wonders how much of her former life she had remembered. That concludes this portion of Bucky's life from the beginning until now. It was a crazy journey but it's over now and it can't hurt you any more. *Points accusedly at Steve* Take that...fucker out of my sights! ...pfft. Anyway, for real, it's over. Now a days James is doing Winter Soldier shit and being a mysterious man of Shadows. But I don't know, I might want him to be evil,...for...ev...er.

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whitleyschn33 · 5 years

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RWBY for the character thing

Like.... all four of them? Okay, then.

---Ruby Rose---

How I feel about this character:

For the most part, I really like her. How could you not love a character whose concept is “badass Little Red Riding Hood”? On a more serious note, I do appreciate how her outlook on things is, quite literally, fueled by love and compassion. She’s a brilliant fighter, but she only goes ham on the Grimm or people that are hurting others - her goal isn’t to kill, but to protect those she cares about and innocent people, and she will do whatever she can to do that. That’s probably my favorite aspect of her character.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Penny is the main one, but I also have a guilty pleasure for Lancaster (cause the fanart for it is all honestly pretty adorable), and Whitley x Ruby.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Oscar - they’re really sweet together, but I don’t really ship it romantically. Not opposed to it, but it’s not a diehard thing.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Hmm... not sure if this counts, but I much prefer her V1-3 voice to her current voice. It’s too high-pitched for me, personally, and it can get really grating at times.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Let Ruby meet Whitley -

Give her a Jabberwock, no I’m not Sisters Grimm trash, what -

I would like to see a real, open, honest conversation between her and Oz about leadership and hope. I think there’s a lot that they in particular need to discuss, and if this Salem-fighting thing is gonna go anywhere, Ozpin and RWBY need to be able to come to an understanding (and I mean understanding, none of this “Oz is completely wrong and has to come crawling back to them BS”)

---Weiss Schnee---

How I feel about this character:

Definitely my favorite of Team RWBY. She’s got the best themes, some of the best executed character development, her designs are (usually) great, I love her weapon and Semblance, even if I wish she used the Semblance less and the rapier more, and all around she is a character I very much enjoy aesthetically.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Uh, honestly? Freezerburn is both the only Weiss ship I have, and the only ship among Team RWBY that I have. I really prefer the girls as a sisterhood rather than romantically paired or grouped in any way, but Freezerburn is my one exception in that regard. I think that the two work well together, and I’m a sucker for fire and ice pairings, so I have a soft spot for it.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Winter and Ruby (I don’t see them being particularly close, but I do like them as a comedy duo).

My unpopular opinion about this character:

See: my blog.

Okay, but seriously. As far as that goes, I would have to say 1) that Weiss is responsible for her actions, meaning she can’t blame Whitley for “taking the inheritance” when that was a direct result of her actions, and 2) Weiss doesn’t need to be the one to take over the SDC. She would clearly rather be a huntress than a CEO, so why not let Willow and/or Whitley take over once Jacques is outed?

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

One thing I wish had happened: A few more talks/moments of growing friendship between Ruby and Weiss, since it just doesn’t seem that they interacted as much as they really should have.

---Blake Belladonna---

How I feel about this character:

I used to be a lot more interested in Blake - I am personally the quiet book-nerd type that would rather read in the corner and only speak when necessary than be the center of attention, so her character spoke to me, and in the beginning, the Faunus and White Fang plotline was pretty interesting. But after about Volume 4, the pacing and how the Faunus subplot was handled just dragged Blake down for me. Her sections became my least favorite parts of V4/V5, and it’s unfortunately made her my least favorite of Team RWBY.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Oddly enough, for the character that seems to have the most potential love interests, I don’t really ship her with anyone. I honestly would rather see her focus on herself before getting into a relationship.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Sun - I really do like the dynamic they have. Night and day, leader and follower. I think they have quite a bit of chemistry, and they’ve had some sweet conversations together.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Uh..... honestly? For a character that’s so representative of the Faunus subplot, her experiences with it aren’t that interesting. I kind of want to see more of her experiences with the White Fang, see how her decision to leave was because of the practices of the Fang as a whole, rather than just Adam. Having her already have changed her ways when we meet her feels like we skipped over a lot of really interesting parts of character development. Ilia kind of fills this role, but I think it would have been interesting to see Blake go through that.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

That the timeline with her background was a bit more consistent, since she seems to have joined the violent version of the Fang at 12 or 13, and that’s just.... no. Having her have joined at 15 would have been a bit more comfortable and make more sense.

---Yang Xiao-Long---

How I feel about this character:

I generally like her - her attitude at the end of V6 has kind of soured me a bit, but overall I enjoy her concept and general character progression. I think her issues with Raven and her trauma from losing her arm are both interesting ideas, and I wish more importance had been placed on her adjusting to her arm and pulling herself out of her funk, since seeing the “spark” go out of her at the end of V3 was honestly one of the most interesting character moments she had had (to me) up to the point. What parts of that she does have in her development are probably my favorite parts of her character.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Weiss (as explained above).

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

RUBY. I’m a big sister myself and as much as we bicker, when it comes down to it, I would do anything for my little sister. Please please please please, RT, let Yang treat Ruby like her kid sister more, cause the sisterly moments we have with them are golden (pun intended).

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I’m gonna earn myself some enemies with this one, but I’ve kept quiet on this for a long time, and this seems like a good place to vent a little.

I personally think that Yang’s feelings for Blake are mostly one-sided, and as things stand now, unhealthy - and this is mainly coming from All That Matters. Now, I love All That Matters - I think it’s a beautiful, tragic song, and I listen to it quite often. However, I also think that it throws up a lot of red flags on how Yang sees Blake. The entire message of that song is how she can’t trust Blake, something she says multiple times, that she feels that Blake doesn’t care for her feelings and just “destroys” her pride, but that doesn’t matter, cause the only thing that does is that she came back.

The thing is, Blake didn’t even come back to Yang - she found her by accident, then decided to stay, and as of this moment, very little of Yang’s issues with Blake that were raised in the song have actually been addressed. They haven’t talked onscreen about how Yang feels about Blake, Yang hasn’t gotten to air her frustrations to anyone but Weiss, it just feels like a disaster waiting to happen. Yang has a right to feel as though her feelings matter, that she can trust Blake, and I just don’t think that, as it is now, that’s been properly communicated and shown.

Just... if RWBY is going to get me on board with Bumbleb33, Yang and Blake need to have a lot of talks in their future.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

More emphasis on her arm and how it affects her. Just, how does it react to weather changes? How does she maintain it? What are the ranges of possibilities, and what are the drawbacks and limitations that come with it? Just - more Yang learning to live with her arm, please.

Phew, that took a while. Thank you for the ask, though!

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derpyslurpy-da-derp-master · 5 years

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First things first, I’d like to thank not only God but also Jesus. Secondly, I feel like I’m about to faint. Thirdly, hELL TO THE FUCK YEAH!!!

I’ll go in order of the team itself, that means we’re starting with Ruby!

First thing I noticed is the fact that Ruby has gloves now. Not just any gloves, fingerless gloves. Call me a dork but I find that incredibly badass, and having them makes sense because, you know, Atlas is freezing. Secondly the baby has shorts now, thank GOD. Anti upskirt technology can only take you so far and now this is an actual practical combat skirt. Also belts. Lots of belts happen. Ruby’s wearing some sort of undershirt under her corset now! That’s awesome, she won’t get cold from that open section of her clothes anymore! Her boots look a lot more practical to, no more stupidly long laces that’d make taking them on and off really hard, especially in the snow. Also she’s wearing tights again like in V1 which is a nice callback to that! I do NOT however like how the shading is very heavy around her right eye because I have the feeling that implies something really awful since nobody else had shading that strong or concentrated. Ruby please keep both your eyes this volume I beg of you-

What I also don’t like is apparently her hair looks like that not because of wind but her hair does change this Volume which is going to kill me because due to either my Asperger’s or ADD (I’m not sure which is the culprit) significant changes in appearance give me headaches and/or anxiety, I felt it to some degree with the software shift but Ruby was the one that didn’t trigger this because she looked pretty much the same and her hair has been the one constant in design and now she’s Cloud Strife and it’s very upsetting to my subconscious

Ahem, anyways, onto Weiss!

Okay there are a lot of more important elements then this but I’m weak so first things first; SHE’S REPLACED ALL THE SAPPHIRE IN HER OUTFIT WITH RUBIES

THAT ISNT SUBTLE RT AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR IT The second biggest change is her hair which is now in a braid. This is gonna take some getting used to and is going to make drawing Weiss so much harder oh my god I CANT DRAW BRAIDS RT WHY DID YOU MAKE MY FAVORITE CHARACTER EVEN HARDER TO DRAW?? Okay moving on, I find it interesting that she’s not wearing tights or leg coverings of any kind, then again she’s an Atlas native so she can handle that. Also I love her boots, you can’t see a lot of them ‘cause rose petals and Ruby but they look suuuper cool! I love Weiss’s puffy sleeves and ESPECIALLY love how her emblem is on her shoulder now instead of a target on her back, nice symbolism hinting at the direction she’s gonna go this volume. I’m not sure how I feel about the gloves, it’s probably the fact they’re black that’s making me feel a tad uncomfortable, those things give me war flashbacks of Iris Heart... Weiss has belts for days. Belts for weeks. Belts for millennia. Where’s her Scarf? D:

Okay onto Blake

Okay i’ll start with the elephant in the room, I’m actually not particularly fond of her haircut, I mean for starters it doesn’t make sense for her to get a haircut considering where they’re going is colder and she would need the extra warmth. I don’t quite know why I don’t like it, probably a combination of my natural dislike of significant change and the fact that it seems Blake has lost those adorable curls on the sides of her hair, you know the ones.

Most likely it’ll grow on me when we see it in maya, I mean they wouldn’t have made this design choice if it actually looked bad in show and some of the fanart has made me like the idea more and more, I trust the CRWBY on this one. Blake doesn’t know how belts work but that’s fine sweetie Weiss has enough correct belts for all of us Okay her shirt is actually gonna be a big problem for Cosplayers, not because it’s complicated but because the design is meant to have a broken zipper, if the bottom part of your zipper unclasps then that’s it, you’re stuck in that shirt for the rest of your life because you can’t unzip it, you can pull the zipped up bits apart to try and get out but that’ll just leave you with wherever the zipper pull is completely and utterly stuck forever and at that point you just need to cut yourself out of the shirt. Bottom line, Blake honey please fix your zipper just looking at it gives me anxiety. Okay that’s just Yang’s V5-6 collar. Moving on. Her bLEGS have evolved to the point that her shoes are also her pants and that’s concerning.

And last but not least, onto Yang!

The first thing that set off alarm bells in my brain was SHE HAS THE OTHER HALF OF EMBER CELICA NOW?? HOLY SHIT??? The second thing that made the alarm bells get louder was HOLY SHIT HER BANDANA AND ORANGE GLOVE IS BACK BABY BEEHAW BITCHES The third thing that made my alarm bells explode was HOLY SHIT BOMBER JACKET WHAT She’s got her emblem as her belt buckle and honestly that’s genius since we’re leaning a lot more into the beehaw side of things and cowboy’s had big ol’ belt buckles Yang please don’t tell me you still have the semi boob window in the middle of Atlas honey you’re going to catch a cold Look at this new shirt and pants my dad got me- PSYCHE ITS A JUMPSUIT YOU WERE FOOLED HUH HUH HUH HA her pants radiate so much final fantasy energy its unreal. she can zip her pants into bootyshorts at any time. she spent too much time around tai. Tons of pouches and pockets for cosplayers which is awesome!

All in all, I have pretty mixed feelings about this, the only design that I love is Yang’s, it’s a really nice mix of her old look, her newer look, and a completely new style! Weiss’s actual outfit is really cool but it still feels super weird for her to have a braid, I love Ruby’s outfit but her significant hair change causes me significant discomfort, aaaand Blake’s outfit doesn’t really tickle my fancy that much. I’ll get used to all of it eventually but as of now it’s just... Yeah this is gonna be a difficult adjustment but it’s gonna happen.

#RWBY Volume 7 #RWBY Thoughts #Original

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