#answer the question weiss

[chaikachi]

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[hiraganasakura]

Hi so me being me I've decided to hyperanalyze the conversation Qrow and Raven had in Higanbana practically line by line bcus I have Many Thoughts and this is the best way I can think of to get them all out. If you can't tell I'm absolutely obsessed with these two. Btw.

Thanks to the RWBY wiki for providing transcripts for every episode, otherwise I definitely would have missed smth despite having just watched this scene recently lol

I put it under the read more for easier scrolling due to how long this post got!

I immediately noticed smth in the very first lines of the interaction:

Raven: "Hello, brother." Qrow: "...Raven."

You'll notice throughout the whole conversation that Raven never calls Qrow by his name, only condescendingly referring to him as "brother" this one time and never calling him anything else. Meanwhile, Qrow directly refers to Raven a total of three times throughout the conversation, and only one doesn't call Raven by her name (which we'll get to shortly)

On the other hand, Qrow doesn't bother with even so much as a greeting beyond simply stating Raven's name

It's different ways of communicating their distance. While Raven holds her relationship with Qrow over his head — never once, even outside of this scene, does she call him "brother" with affection iirc, only derision and condescension — Qrow doesn't seem to rly know how to greet her. He hesitates before saying her name and approaching her, as if trying to assess the situation before acting

Qrow: "So, what do you want?" Raven: "A girl can't just catch up with her family?" Qrow: "She can, but you're not. Now how 'bout we get on with it? Unless you plan on keeping these [drinks] comin'."

Again, Raven seems to bring up her familial ties with Qrow as a tactic to get him to do what she wants — in this case, stick around to talk to her despite him not seeming to rly want to. Frankly, it feels manipulative. We're gonna put a pin in this for now and come back to it in just a moment

Additionally, Qrow already knows that Raven's not just here for a friendly chat between two siblings, and sees right thru her facade that it is. Raven is here bcus she wants smth from him. But interestingly, it is Raven in V5 that says, in an almost frustrated/disappointed tone, "Family. Only coming around when they need something." There's another pin; keep both in mind

Raven: "Does she have it?" Qrow: "...Did you know Yang lost her arm?" Raven: "That's not—" Qrow: "Rhetorical question, I know you know. It's just obnoxious that you'd bring up family and then carry on like your own daughter doesn't exist." Raven: "I saved her." Qrow: "Once. Because that was your rule, right? Real 'Mom of the Year' material, sis."

Qrow dodges Raven's question about the Relic and instead brings up her hypocrisy in how she treats family. And it's a good point. Here she is lording her siblingship with Qrow over his head while simultaneously defending and upholding her rule that she is only obligated to help her own daughter a single time. Another pinpoint on our little conspiracy board

Also, here's the one time in this conversation Qrow refers to Raven as "sis". Like Raven's use of "brother", Qrow's use of "sis" is very pointed and with intent. But it's not to manipulate Raven, it's a snarky jab meant to rly hammer home Qrow's point

Raven: "I told you Beacon would fall, and it did. I told you Ozpin would fail, and he has. Now you tell me. Does. Salem. Have it?" Qrow: "I thought you weren't interested in all of that." Raven: "I just want to know what we are up against." Qrow: "And which 'we' are you referring to?"

A few things of note here. At some point in the past, Raven expressed an outright disinterest in Ozpin's inner circle, at least to Qrow. Qrow also feels excluded in the "we" Raven mentions being against Salem. To me, there seems to be a distinct possibility here that it wasn't that Raven felt personally disinterested in Ozpin's operations, but that she somehow felt excluded and feigned a lack of interest in order to protect herself. An idea that is further supported in my eyes by the following dialogue:

Qrow: "You should come back, Raven. The only way we'd beat her is by working together. All of us." Raven: "You're the one who left. The tribe raised us, and you turned your back on them." Qrow: "They were killers and thieves." Raven: "They were your family." Qrow: "You have a very skewed perception of that word."

And there it is. Raven's problem is laid out here for us, loud and clear: She feels like she was the one abandoned, not the one running away. She says it outright! "You're the one who left." To her, Qrow is the traitor, the one who left their family behind. If you ask Qrow (or, for that matter, Tai, Yang, and even Summer based on the scene in V9), it's the opposite

Bcus they have different definitions of family

Another thing to pin (I promise this will all become clear soon)

Raven: "I lead our people now. And as leader, I will do everything in my power to ensure our survival." Qrow: "I saw. The people of Shion saw, too." Raven: "The weak die. The strong live. Those are the rules." Qrow: "Well, you've certainly got someone strong on your side. I've seen the damage." Raven: "We couldn't have known the Grimm would set in as quickly as they did." Qrow: "I'm not talking about the Grimm. And I'm not talking about you, either."

Notice Raven's shift from "the tribe" to "our people". More of that guilt tripping!

Additionally, Raven is *obsessed* with rules. One save. The weak die, the strong live. Raven lives and breathes rules, even seemingly arbitrary ones. Guess what this is? Another pin!

Raven: "If you don't know where the Relic is, then we have nothing left to talk about." Qrow: "I don't know where the Spring Maiden is, either, but if you do, I need you to tell me." Raven: "And why would I do that?" Qrow: "Because without her, we're all going to die." Raven: "...And which 'we' are you referring to?"

Qrow's "either" here implies that he also doesn't know where the Crown of Choice is, which is... interesting. He's one of Ozpin's closest lieutenants, and is in the dark on where Beacon's Relic is? Wherever it is, it is such a closely kept secret that even Ozpin's best spy doesn't know where it is (maybe so that in the event Qrow gets captured by Salem he can't be forced into giving her the information?)

Meanwhile, Raven's "And why would I [tell you]?" implies that she does know who the Spring Maiden is (obviously. Raven's the Spring Maiden lol) but refuses to disclose to Qrow

A lantern sputters out after Qrow says "Without [Spring] we're all going to die." Now, I genuinely can't remember if this is headcanon or canon, but iirc Misfortune seems to act up when Qrow's upset. He's clearly tired of this little game of dancing around topics that Raven's been playing with him

And once again, Raven indicates a feeling of exclusion from Qrow's life in the iconic final line. She gets the final word in before leaving

We've finally reached the end of the conversation. Now what does all of this tell us?

And here is where all of those pins I wrote down are relevant. As I mentioned, the twins view family very differently

Qrow's view is pretty obvious: he views family as the ppl in his life who matter most to him. Unlike Raven, he does not view the tribe as family despite the fact that they raised him, disgustedly referring to them as "killers and thieves". It's implied that he was, in fact, neglected and/or likely abused by the Branwen tribe, saying in V6C4, "No one wanted me... I was cursed..." further explaining his distaste for them. Furthermore, despite not being related to Ruby by blood, they clearly consider one another family throughout the series, and he even seems closer to her than he seems to his niece who's actually blood related to him (I personally headcanon that he keeps more of a distance from Yang bcus she reminds him too much of Raven, who he feels abandoned and hurt by, but that's neither here nor there). Bloodlines and debts are secondary compared to loyalty, if they're considered at all. He is obviously furious that Raven only insists on saving Yang once and never directly interacting with her beyond that, despite Raven constantly guilting Qrow over abandoning his so-called "family" of the tribe. And yet. And yet. He still offers Raven a place back in his life, even if only to unite against Salem

Raven's view, to me, has been an enigma for a while. But after hyperanalyzing this conversation, after noting down all of those points of interest, I feel like I've finally cracked the code. Raven views family as an obligation, an exchange that always has an ulterior motive behind it. She seeks out Qrow only bcus she desires smth from him despite showing distaste when someone does the same to her; condescendingly calls Qrow "brother" more than his actual name and calls the tribe their "family" to try guilting him into doing what she wants; and feels fierce loyalty to the tribe but barely interacts with her daughter, only seeming to count one of the two as true family. She views the concept of family with cynicism and seems to feel an obligation to the tribe, as if she "owes" them for raising her

I think the two's perceptions of what defines family are all to do with the way the tribe treated both of them. This crosses a bit into headcanon territory, but as you can see by the above quotes and analysis, I rly don't think I'm just making it up entirely

As I already mentioned, I think it's implied that the Branwen tribe neglected/abused Qrow. In fact, we could probably blame their treatment of him for the deep self-loathing he has due to his "cursed" Semblance. But what about Raven?

Well, it's simple: I think she was abused, too, just in a different way. While Qrow was likely shown and told on a consistent basis that he was unwanted, unloved, undeserving of good things, Raven may have been shown and told she was wanted, loved, and deserving of good things... if she did what the tribe told her. If she repaid them for raising her and her brother, for being her "family". The way she uses her familial ties with Qrow as almost blackmail may be exactly the way the tribe treated her. Her obsession with following rules may stem from the fact that she had to follow the rules the tribe set for her in order to be accepted and deemed worth smth

As for her distance from Yang... honestly, I wonder if Raven is aware that Yang deserves better and keeps her distance as her way of doing that. When Summer confronts Raven in the V9 scene, Raven says, "...You're better at that life. Better than I was." She seems to have a fear and insecurity about being a good family member, a good mother, and maybe that's why she fled. Maybe she was scared of being like her abusers due to how she emulates them as a self-preservation tactic in so many other ways. Not entirely sure about this point tho

And I think too this is why the twins don't rly understand one another. They may have been unaware of the different ways in which the other was treated. Qrow, constantly unwanted and loathed, can't understand why Raven sticks around with the tribe; Raven, who obeyed the tribe and, in doing so, garnered enough of their favor to even eventually become leader, can't understand why Qrow can't just be "good", earn respect, and stay

This dissonance between the two experiences may also be completely intentional on the part of the tribe; abusers will often eliminate their targets' support systems in order to make them completely reliant on the abuser, so it's highly likely that the wedge was intentionally driven between the two siblings so that they could not find support in one another. This would also tie into why the twins seem to feel excluded from one another's lives and abandoned by one another: bcus they were made to feel that way by their common abusers, and did nothing to challenge these assumptions bcus they saw no reason to — and only seemed to keep proving one another right if they did

Which rly has some disturbing implications about how the Branwen tribe works. Like, do they just pick orphaned kids up off the street and abuse them into being perfect little bandits, molded to be of the greatest possible use and discarded if they're deemed worthless? Plus Qrow says his Semblance is how he got his name, which implies that the tribe also renames the kids they scoop up (possibly as a form of control or a way to make sure they can't be tracked down by any remaining family)? Plus there's the whole thing where Qrow and Raven were originally sent to Beacon to learn how to kill Huntsmen, which carries with it the implication that the Branwen tribe grooms literal orphan children into becoming stone-hearted murderers? What. The heck.

And if I'm right, if the Branwen tribe is that severely abusive, then like... wow, no wonder Qrow and Raven are Like That. They're both very deeply hurt people expressing it in different ways

I was considering adding their conversation at the Battle of Haven to this post, but I think that would be better as its own thing. Also I haven't gotten there on my rewatch yet so I may miss some details if I try to analyze it rn; it's better to wait overall methinks

But I have reached the point of my rewatch where we see Weiss and Whitley interact, and I think it would be very efficient to sum up what Qrow and Raven's relationship seems to be by using those siblings as a point of reference. Qrow = Weiss, actively trying to break free from and fight back against their abusers in different ways, while Raven = Whitley, continuing to do as their abusers want and have wanted as a method of self-preservation. Only, unlike Weiss and Whitley, Qrow and Raven have yet to come to a point where they can understand one another. I think that's a good way to briefly summarize the uh. Absolutely massive post this is.

In conclusion, I may have cracked the majority of the Branwen twins' pre-Beacon backstory purely by hyperanalyzing a single conversation. Oopsies

[madman479r]

A change of Schneenery

Weiss:... *staring blankly at book*

Ruby: Hey, Weiss. You okay?

Weiss: Huh, what? I mean, yes. Why wouldn't I be?

Yang: Because you've been staring at the same page for 20 minutes, so unless you're a slow reader, something is bothering you.

Weiss: Since when are you observant?

Yang: Nice redirection, now spill.

Weiss:... *sighs* Well, as you know, Winter has been able to visit since Atlas has lent some of its forces to Vale and Beacon.

Blake: The sister you strive to impress and feel that nothing you do is good enough so you push harder? Yes, we know.

Weiss: Thank you for that unnecessary commentary, Blake. But yes. During our tea time, I asked if she would like to spar this evening after classes, but she said she was... otherwise engaged.

Yang: So, what? You're bummed because she's busy with work?

Weiss: It's not that. I understand she is quite busy, having responsibilities as a high ranking Atlas Specialist, I've come to terms with that and cherished the short times we get to spend together, but she said that this engagement was not work related, but rather... a... date.

Ruby: *Gasp* Oh! Your sister has a boyfriend?! That's great, good for her!

Weiss: She doesn't have a boyfriend, dunce! It is apparently her first evening with this person, so he's hardly a "boyfriend", and I wouldn't use such an immature title for Winter.

Yang: Whoa! Calm down, Ice Queen. Jeez, you seem pretty wound up by this guy.

Blake: Maybe it's because she's jealous.

Weiss: Jealous?! Of what, exactly? Why would I be jealous of Winter?

Blake: Not Winter. But of the guy she's going on a date with.

Yang:.. Weiss, please tell me you don't think incest is wincest.

Weiss: W-WHAT?! GET SUCH FILTHY, DEGENERATE THOUGHTS OUT OF YOUR MIND, XIAO LONG!

Blake: Not like that, either of you. I meant as in you're jealous of this mystery guy because you're afraid of him cutting into your 'Winter' time, and she'll have less time for you.

Ruby: Oooooh! Well that's ridiculous too, Weiss. Winter is your sister, your big sister. And she'll always have time for you, the best big sisters do. Even if they can be a little overboard.

Yang: Are you referring to me?

Ruby: I don't know. Do you know anyone else who stood outside my friend's home and watched the house all night while I was having a sleep over?

Yang: It was your first time, I was just making sure they weren't the bitchy type.

Ruby: Anyway, just remember, Winter will always love you and have time for you.

Weiss:... Thanks, Ruby. I guess I just needed to hear that.

Yang: So, who is the guy that managed to capture your sister's heart. If she's got an even bigger stick up her ass than you do, he must have been a catch.

Weiss: Har har. But to answer your question, I'm not sure. She never gave me a name or even a description.

**KNOCK KNOCK**

Weiss: I'll get it. **Opens door to see...**

Weiss: Winter? What are you doing here? And why are you dressed like that?

Winter: Weiss? Oh, I think I may have the wrong room.

Weiss: What?

**Sound of a door behind Winter opening**

???: Winter?

**Winter and Weiss look to see**

Weiss: Urgh, Arc. What do you-

Winter: Ah, Jaune, I hope I'm not too late for our date.

Weiss: YOUR WHAT?!

Jaune: Oh, no. Just on time if anything. And can I say you look stunning.

Winter: *///* Oh, flatterer. You clean up quite nice yourself. Very handsome.

Jaune: *Rubs back of head with a blush* Yeah, I didn't think my hoodie would be a good attire. Oh! Uh? **Offers arm for her to hold** Shall we?

Winter: *locks her arm around Jaune's and waves to Weiss** I shall see you soon, sister. Sorry to disturb you. *walks off with Jaune.*

Weiss:... *twitching eye* (mind .exe has stopped working)

Yang: Dang. Didn't think I'd say this, but vomit boy looked kinda hot dressed like that. He should try that more often.

Blake: I didn't think we'd see the day he actually managed to get a date.

Ruby: Blake! That's mean.

Blake: Sorry but you can't deny what I said.

Yang: Yeah, sorry sis. But Jaune isn't exactly beating the women away with a stick, not with his dorky attitude. But still, I guess Jaune just hit the right buttons for Ice Queen senior.

Weiss: This... this has to be a mistake. A cruel joke! How could my sister, the epitome of perfection and sophistication, even entertain the idea of spending time with that buffoon?!

Yang: Hey, like I said, maybe she just saw something in him we didn't. Besides, it's just a date. It's not like she's gonna marry him.

Weiss: Do not put such disturbing imagery in my head, Yang.

Blake: Uh, guys? What's that on the floor?

Weiss: Hmm? Is... is that...

Yang: Holy shit, that's a condom! Vomit boy is kinda moving fast.

Ruby: Girls...

Weiss: That pervert!

Ruby: Weiss.

Weiss: He thinks he can so easily bed my sister and sully her name?!

Ruby: Weiss!

Weiss: I'm going to take this condom, find Winter and expose Arc for his degeneracy!

Ruby: WEISS!

Weiss: WHAT?!

Ruby: That condom doesn't belong to Jaune. It fell where Winter was standing

Weiss:...

Blake: **Slowly goes back to reading.**

Yang:... Damn.

[arc-misadventures]

The Dancer

Jaune: Coco...

Coco: Yes, Jaune?

Jaune: I am going to ask you to render judgement on a action I have done...

Coco: Render judgement? What did you do?

Jaune: I freed several slaves...

Coco: That's a good Paladin for you.

Jaune: But, at the behest of one of the slaves I saved... as thanks for saving her... she became... a slave for me...

Coco: You freed a slave, and they decided to become your slave as thanks?

Jaune: Yes... Am I of sin for taking them as a slave?

Coco: Okay... I see where the philosophical dilemma comes from... okay... Answer me these questions, and I will render judgement.

Jaune: Okay.

Coco: Is she under a slave contract?

Jaune: No, I freed her from one.

Coco: They're a girl? Okay. Do they have a slave collar, or any sorts of slave markings on her.

Jaune: None whatsoever.

Coco: Okay... Do you treat her as a slave; Beating, forced labour? Anything... sexual?

Jaune: What?! Gods no! I may not like having her work for me, but I do pay her as a form of composition.

Coco: Okay, than no. She's not a slave. You, and her a not showing any of the action that would make you, a slave owner, and her a slave. At all she's just a girl who's thanking her saviour, and is working for him to repay her dept.

Coco: You're okay, Jaune. You're not a slaver.

Jaune: Thanks, Coco. But...

Coco: But?

Jaune: I saved her in, Vaccuo, and she's still wearing a harem girl outfit. How am I supposed to deal with that?

Coco: She's wearing a what?

Jaune: A harem girl outfit?

Coco: ...

Coco: Show me.

Jaune: Okay...

Jaune: That's her... My... servant.

Coco: Her...?

Jaune: Her name is, Weiss.

Coco: ...

Coco: Jaune...

Jaune: Yes, Coco?

Coco: She's in love with you...

Jaune: She's what?

Coco: She's trying to seduce you're dense ass...

Jaune: Excuse me?

Coco: Just fuck her already...

Jaune: WHAT?!

[razorblade180-heated]

Trade Offer

Nora:Jaune, honest answer. Would you ever let someone try pegging or back door stuff?

Jaune:*mid burger bite*…..Never a dull moment with you.

Nora:Well?

Jaune:Siiiiiiiiiiggggghhhh….

Yang:I felt that in my soul.

Jaune:If the love of my life genuinely had a deep desire to try it, then I would be willing to attempt it.

Nora:That’s a lot of terms and conditions.

Yang:Being in love is a lot!? I’m with him on this one.

Jaune:I don’t have a desire to explore that, so yeah. They have to be passionate about it and the love of my life.

Nora:So begging would get me nowhere.

Jaune:Hey, so this is sounding less like a curious question and that’s unsettling.

Nora:…*drops to knees* It could be a bonding experience. Think about it, you know I care about your well being.

Yang:As Jaune’s personal wingman and keeper of his sanity, I’m gonna need you to stand up miss.

Nora:If you’re his wingman then will you take the bullet?

Yang:No!

Jaune:Wouldn’t that just be anal at that point? *rubs chin* Wait, is it just called pegging for dudes?

Yang:That’s what you’re hung up about?

Nora:*pouting* So no dice? Man, I already have everything I needed to.

Jaune:So this was never just a question!?

Blake:*walks in* Hey guys. Why does Jaune look like he’s in another crisis?

Yang:Nora tried asking if she could pegg him.

Blake:….*turns around*…..*turns back around* Alright, I’m ready for this conversation. What!?

Nora:I just think it would be really cool if I got to use my new items in a safe and trusting environment with an amazing friend!

Blake:I think I get why Weiss said we all can’t be trusted with credit cards. Way to be prepared though. I admire wishful thinking.

Nora:Yang won’t help me either.

Yang:Don’t call it “help” when it’s so much more. Leave my butt out of this.

Nora:It might make it bigger?

Jaune:Pfft!

Yang:*looks at him*

Jaune:Nora, that wasn’t funny.

Nora:Yall suck. I’m serious about this.

Blake:…Fuck it, I’ll do it.

JYN:Huh…?

Blake:What? I got nothing to lose. If you want to explore that badly then I guess I’ll step in. Just give me a week to prep.

Nora:Seriously!? Okay! Th-

Blake:On one condition. I get a turn. *holds hand out* Deal?

Nora:*red* W-What?

Jaune:And there it is.

Yang:You thought you were about to out freak a hidden freak? There’s always a price to pay.

Jaune:Be careful. Deals like this are dangerous.

Blake:You two are making me sound like a conman. Nora is curious; so am I. If she really wants to try then this is a no brainer.

Nora:…*slowly grabs hand*

Blake:Shake it.

Nora does, only for Blake to pull her in close and whisper something that turns the girl bright red before releasing her. Blake casually goes on about her day.

Blake:See ya in seven days.

Nora:…

Jaune:What did she say?

Nora:… “Good girl.”

Yang:Oh you’re fucked, literally. Blake is braver and bolder than us all!

Nora:*walking away* I’m going to come up with a battle plan. Bye guys.

Jaune:Man, I can’t believe Nora dies in seven days.

Yang:Out of curiosity, if there was a person who could convince you-

Jaune:Velvet.

Yang:Absolutely fair.

Jaune:You?

Yang:Nobody. It’s weird.

Jaune:In theory, my semblance would ease any discomfort.

Yang:…*red* And?! That changes nothing!

Jaune:I was just saying.

Yang:You were being sneaky! I’m not falling for it. This conversation is over. You’re safe, I’m safe. We can both be safe. You lost a teammate but that’s alright. No need to even things out!

Jaune:Relax! It was a random thought. *continues eating*

Yang:…Would my butt get bigger?

Jaune:This could not be your motivation.

Yang:Listen! I have dreams too!

Jaune:Your demons are winning.

[craziechwiv]

Ren: *Walks over to where Jaune's workout at* Hey Jaune, I got a question for you.

Jaune: *Finishing a pushup before getting up* Hm? What's up Ren?

Ren: *Looks at the card given to him, then back up at Jaune* First off, I'm so sorry.

Jaune: Huh?

Ren: Which do you prefer; Breasts, Ass, Thighs, Affection, Personality, or all of the above?

Jaune: ....Why-

Ren: *Whispers* Look at the entrance but don't make it obvious.

Jaune: *Looks over to see team RWBY+ others watching them * Ah...you got a pen?

~~~~~~~~~~

Ren: Alright I got your answers.

Weiss: Well, what are you waiting for?! Hurry up and read them!

Ren: Right, right. The answers are. Breasts-

Yang: HAH I KNEW IT!

Ren: Breasts go to Yang.

Yang: Wait what?

Ren: Thighs go to Ruby or Harriet.

Ruby: Huh?! Why not only me?!

Harriet: Hehe, you're not the only one with 'squish' rosebud.

Ren: Ass goes to Blake or Coco.

Coco: Damn right it does!

Blake: Okay I can understand Coco, but why me also?

Yang: Cuz that 'cake' you got us lethal of choking someone out!

Blake: *Flustered* Yang!

Ren: Affection is Nora or Velvet

Nora: Aww yeah! Up top Bunny!

Velvet: *High fives Nora back* Woo!

Ren: Personality is Weiss.

Weiss: He- He couldn't think of anything else?!

Ren: Trust me, it was either you or Jessica.

Weiss: I- erm...fine. I'll take it, but I won't be happy.

Ruby: So that's everyone right?

Ren: Not quite.

Weiss: Huh? What else is there?

Ren: And all of the above is...Penny.

RWBY+RNCVH: *They all turn to face Penny*

Penny: *Waves at them* 😁

Ruby: Yeah, I can see why.

Yang: No contest there.

Velvet: She's adorable even without trying...

Harriet: A tactical genius through and through.

Weiss: I guess I can take the loss at that.

Nora: Yeah...so Renny no hard feelings about, 'all this', right?

Ren: Oh of course. More so over what Jaune named me.

Nora: What are you?

Ren: Bromance option one.

[foodfightnovelization]

ROTTEN: Behind The Foodfight

Holy chips! It's an exciting time to be a Foodfight! fan, because ROTTEN: Behind The Foodfight is finally out! This really is THE definitive documentary on the insanity behind the movie, and it finally answers the question of just what was going on behind the scenes during production. Since I helped out with research (and I even get a short line of dialogue at 45:19) I've already seen everything that was shown off, but had to keep quiet until all the interviews were conducted and the documentary was finished. But now it's out and everything has been made public, the cat's out of the bag (the Fat Cat Burglar?) and I can talk about all the production material that's been shared.

Before I get into any of that though, I'd highly recommend you watch the documentary for yourself. It's insanely well researched and put together, and having worked together with Ziggy Cashmere (the documentary's creator) I know how hard he dedicated himself towards making this all possible. If it weren't for him, the most interesting Foodfight! discovery would've been finding the novelization, and we would have never gotten any real insight into how this movie came to be. It's also a documentary that really speaks for itself- I don't want to say too much about what it reveals since it's all expressed far better through its narrative and the interviews with people who actually worked on the project. My favorite is the interview with texture artist Mona Weiss- she tells such horrifying stories about how she was treated by Larry and other crewmembers, yet does it all with a sense of humor that makes it clear she's enjoying getting to talk about her crazy experiences. It's clear Foodfight! was an unmitigated disaster from start to finish, and there's nobody to blame for that but Larry Kasanoff himself. The movie was rotten from the top down and despite the countless talented animators and artists working on it, nothing could fix the fact that it was fundamentally mismanaged in the worst way possible. I think the quote from producer George Johnsen summarizes it best: "Foodfight! was a good idea that unfortunately lost its way during production. The technology, the art, and the direction were not in sync. Many very talented people gave their all to make the picture, but more understanding of process from the top was needed for it to succeed."

But if you saw the documentary, you already know all that, right? So instead, let's talk about the behind-the-scenes material that's finally been shared! You can find everything I'll talking about HERE on archive.org-

It's worth following the link and checking it out for yourself- there's so much it'd impossible to discuss everything. Artwork, storyboards, bloopers, models, a nude render of Lady X, an interview with Larry Kasanoff, the list goes on and it's still being updated! Despite the documentary already being out, people who worked on the movie are continuing to share new material! It's pretty incredible- for the past year I've ran this blog all I've really had to discuss are two tie-in books, and now there's so much Foodfight! material I can't even keep up with it.

I mean LOOK at all this, isn't it fantastic? The character art by Jim George showing off just how much better these designs originally were, the countless environments showing off just how stunning Marketropolis could've looked as well as the strength of the core idea "what if a supermarket came to life at night", and insanely detailed storyboards for a 7-minute pitch reel that was used to sell the movie to investors. Normally, I'd be ALL OVER this because it's all just incredible, but there's something far, FAR more fascinating than any of it.

There are even multiple drafts of the script (one from 2005 and one from 2007 respectively) and normally I'd be insanely fascinated by those too, making extremely detailed posts explaining the differences between the drafts and how they compare to the novelization, but there's something else that was found that blows ALL of this out of the water and is easily one of the most monumental lost media discoveries of ALL TIME.

That's right, a rough cut of the ENTIRE movie from 2005 has been found, containing nearly ALL the completed animation from earlier on in production. I mean, that's mindblowing right? We first got sent this around a month ago, a little while before the documentary came out, and I literally stopped everything I was doing at work to just sit and watch this. This is the closest we're ever going to get to the "original" version of Foodfight! after all- only 7 minutes of footage was ever actually made before they switched to mocap, made solely for the aforementioned pitch reel, and this workprint contains practically all of it! On top of that there are some great storyboards in here, as well as some truly hilarious ones cobbled together from 3D renders, and the plot is far better than what we ended up with, a lot of the more inappropriate jokes being absent. This rough cut is actually pretty similar to the novelization in that regard, and it also contains scenes that we'd previously only read about in there.

For example, in the novelization there's a snowmobile chase through the mountains, with Brand X soldiers on snowmobiles and a heavy avalanche close behind. This scene was completely left out of the movie itself, but in this workprint it's here! ALL the previously novelization-exclusive scenes are included, and this rough cut is seemingly based on an even earlier draft of the script than that- here Brand X are still defeated by a flood, whereas by the time of the novelization it'd been changed to a lightning storm. There are SO many exciting differences in this workprint, the snippets of original animation we get to see are SO good, and it's SO much better than the movie itself that I think it by far deserves the crown as the DEFINITIVE version of Foodfight! There's so much in it I want to discuss, that there's no way I can fit it all into this one post...so stay tuned, because in the next few days I'll be doing a FULL analysis of the 2005 workprint, pointing out all the extra brand mascots not in the finished film, and generally just gushing about how amazing it is.

I mean, this is it. Just take it all in for a second- the original footage was considered lost media for over a decade, and now it's practically been found in its entirety, embedded in an early cut of the whole movie...isn't that just phenomenal? All the mysteries have been unraveled, all the questions have been answered, and now we can relax, take a deep breath, and watch Foodfight!...the REAL Foodfight! Make sure to enjoy it, and join me next time for my analysis!

[sm-baby]

Question! How tall is Mr Weiss? Idk if you answered that already or not- also is he the same height as most fellas in that universe (excluding the king oc) or taller/shorter?

Short king... he IS a pawn after all

[fairuzfan]

During an appearance at Vassar College in early February, controversial New York Times Jerusalem bureau chief Ethan Bronner was asked about the ongoing evictions of Palestinian families from homes in East Jerusalem which Israel occupied in 1967. Israeli courts have ruled that Jewish settlers could take over some Palestinian homes on the grounds that Jews held title to the properties before Israel was established in 1948.

Bronner was concerned, but not only about Palestinians being made homeless in Israel’s relentless drive to Judaize their city; he was also worried about properties in his West Jerusalem neighborhood, including the building he lives in, partially owned by The New York Times, that was the home of Palestinians made refugees in 1948. Facts about The New York Times’ acquisition of this property are revealed for the first time in this article.

“One of the things that is most worrying not just the Left but a lot of people in Israel about this decision is if the courts in Israel are going to start recognizing property ownership from before the State [of Israel was founded],” Bronner said according to a transcript made by independent reporter Philip Weiss who maintains the blog Mondoweiss.net.

Bronner added, “I think the Palestinians are going to have a fairly big case. I for example live in West Jerusalem. My entire neighborhood was Palestinian before 1948.”

The New York Times-owned property Bronner occupies in the prestigious Qatamon neighborhood, was once the home of Hasan Karmi, a distinguished BBC Arabic Service broadcaster and scholar (1905-2007). Karmi was forced to flee with his family in 1948 as Zionist militias occupied western Jerusalem’s Arab neighborhoods. His was one of an estimated 10,000 Palestinian homes in West Jerusalem that Jews took over that year.

The New York Times bought the property in 1984 in a transaction overseen by columnist Thomas Friedman who was then just beginning his four-year term as Jerusalem bureau chief.

Hasan Karmi’s daughter, Ghada, a physician and well-known author who lives in the United Kingdom, discovered that The New York Times was in – or rather on top of – her childhood home in 2005, when she was working temporarily in Ramallah. One day Karmi received a call from Steven Erlanger, then The New York Times Jerusalem bureau chief, who had just read her 2002 memoir In Search of Fatima.

Karmi recalled in a 15 May 2008 interview on Democracy Now! that Erlanger told her, “I have read your marvelous memoir, and, do you know, I think I’m living above your old house … From the description in your book it must be the same place” (“Conversation with Palestinian Writer and Doctor Ghada Karmi”).

At Erlanger’s invitation, Karmi visited, but did not find the elegant one-story stone house her family had moved into in 1938, that was typical of the homes middle- and upper-class Arabs began to build in Jerusalem suburbs like Qatamon, Talbiya, Baqa, Romema or Lifta toward the end of the 19th century. The original house was still there, but at some point after 1948 two upper stories had been built.

Erlanger, responding to questions posed by The Electronic Intifada via email, described the residence as “built over the Karmi family house – on its air rights, if you like. The [New York Times] is not in [the Karmi] house.” Erlanger described the building as having an “unbroken” facade but that it consisted of “two residences, two ownerships, two heating systems,” and a separate entrance for the upper levels reached via an external staircase on the side.

Questions The Electronic Intifada sent to Thomas Friedman about the purchase of the property were answered by David E. McCraw, Vice President and Assistant General Counsel for the newspaper, who wrote that the original Karmi house itself “was never owned even partly by The Times. The Times purchased in the 1980s a portion of the building that had been constructed above it in the late 1970s.” The purchase was made from “a Canadian family that had bought them from the original builders of the apartment.”

McCraw acknowledged in a follow-up conversation that as a general principle of property law, the “air rights” of a property – the right to build on top of it or use (and access) the space above it – belong to the owner of the ground.

Exiled from Qatamon

Ghada Karmi standing by the front door of her childhood home in Jerusalem’s Qatamon neighborhood in 2005. (Steven Erlanger)

Hasan Karmi hailed originally from Tulkarem, in what is now the northern West Bank. In 1938, he moved his family to Jerusalem to take up a job in the education department of the British-run Palestine Mandate government. Ghada – born around November 1939 (the exact date is unknown because her birth certificate along with all the family’s records, photographs, furniture, personal possessions and an extensive library were lost with the house) – has vivid memories of a happy childhood in what was a well-to-do mixed neighborhood of Arab Christians and Muslims, foreigners and a few Jewish families. The neighbors with whom her parents socialized and with whose children the young Ghada and her siblings played included the Tubbeh, Jouzeh, Wahbeh and Khayyat families. There was also a Jewish family called Kramer, whose father belonged to the Haganah, the Zionist militia that became the Israeli army after May 1948.

Karmi describes the house at length in her memoir – but she told The Electronic Intifada her fondest memories were of the tree-filled garden where she spent much time playing with her brother and sister and the family dog Rex. The lemon and olive trees she remembers are still there, Erlanger noted to The Electronic Intifada.

In the mid-1940s, the lively Qatamon social life gave way to terror as the dark clouds of what would come to be known as the Nakba approached. Violence broke out all over Jerusalem after the UN’s devastating recommendation to partition Palestine without giving its people any say in the matter. Spontaneous riots by Arabs were followed by organized violence from Zionist groups and mutual retaliatory attacks that claimed lives from both communities. This climate provided the pretext for the Haganah’s premeditated campaign to seize Jerusalem.

Poorly armed and disorganized Arab irregulars, who had nevertheless succeeded in disrupting Zionist supply convoys to Jerusalem, proved no match for highly-trained and well-armed Zionist militias which, on the orders of David Ben-Gurion, began a well-planned campaign to conquer the western parts of the city. The occupation of western Jerusalem and some 40 villages in its vicinity was executed as part of the Haganah’s “Plan Dalet.” These events are well documented in books including Benny Morris’ The birth of the Palestinian refugee problem, 1947-1949 (1987), Walid Khalidi’s (ed.) All That Remains: The Palestinian Villages Occupied and Depopulated by Israel in 1948 (1992), Salim Tamari’s (ed.) Jerusalem 1948: The Arab Neighborhoods and their Fate in the War (1999) and Ilan Pappe’s The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine (2006).

Zionist militias used frequent bombings of Arab civilians to terrorize residents into fleeing. These attacks were amplified by posters and warnings broadcast over loudspeakers that those choosing to remain behind would share the fate of those killed in atrocities.

Karmi wrote that one night in November 1947, their neighbor Kramer came to see her father and said, “I have come to tell you at some risk to myself to take your family and leave Jerusalem as soon as possible …. Please believe me, it is not safe here.” Many Qatamon families left after the Zionist bombing of the nearby Semiramis Hotel, which killed 26 civilians including the Spanish consul-general, on the night of 4-5 January 1948.

The Karmis however held on, and Ghada records in her memoir her mother steadfastly saying, “The Jews are not going to drive me out of my house … Others may go if they like, but we’re not giving in.”

Toward the end of April, bombardment by Zionist militias against virtually undefended Arab areas became so heavy, and the terror generated by the Deir Yassin massacre earlier that month so intense, that the Karmis relented and departed by taxi for Damascus, via Amman, with nothing but a few clothes. Their intention was to bring the children to safety at their maternal grandparents’ house while the adults would return home to Jerusalem. A few days after reaching Damascus the elder Karmis tried to return to Jerusalem but were unable to do so. So began the family’s exile that continues to this day.

As Arabs left their homes, Jews were moved in by the Haganah. “While the cleansing of Qatamon went on,” Itzhak Levy, the head of Haganah intelligence in Jerusalem recalled, “pillage and robbery began. Soldiers and citizens took part in it. They broke into the houses and took from them furniture, clothing, electric equipment and food” (quoted in Pappe, p.99). Meron Benvenisti, an Israeli scholar and former deputy mayor of Jerusalem, wrote in his book Sacred Landscape of personally witnessing the “looting of Arab homes in Qatamon” as a boy. Palestinians also lost art work, financial instruments and – like the Karmis – irreplaceable family records, as the fabric of a society and a way of life were destroyed.

Jerusalem return denied

The Karmis’ story is a variation of what happened to tens of thousands of Jerusalem-area Palestinians during the Nakba, in which approximately 750,000 Palestinians were expelled or fled from their homes all over the country and never allowed to return. (In my book One Country I describe the departure under similar circumstances of my mother’s family from Lifta-Romema.)

As of 1997, there were 84,000 living West Jerusalem refugees (23,000 born before 1948), according to Tamari. Half lived in the West Bank, many just miles from their original homes, but thousands of others were spread across Jordan, Lebanon, Syria and the Gaza Strip.

Arab property is well-documented through administrative and UN records, but tracing the fate of an individual house or proving title is extremely difficult if not impossible for Palestinians scattered, exiled and forbidden from returning home. Some, who have foreign passports that allowed them to make brief visits, have attempted to locate their family properties. In recent years a small Israeli group called Zochrot (Remembering) has even joined in – taking some displaced Palestinians back to their original villages and homes, whose traces Israel often made deliberate efforts to conceal or destroy. But such activities are not welcomed by most Israeli Jews still in denial about their state’s genesis.

Ghada Karmi recalls an earlier attempt to revisit her family home in 1998. The residents were unwelcoming and would not give her the phone number of the landlord, though a plaque outside bore the name “Ben-Porat.”

The owner of the original, lower-level house at the time The New York Times bought the upper levels was Yoram Ben-Porat, an economics professor who became president of the Hebrew University and was killed with his wife and young son in a road accident in October 1992. According to Erlanger, the house remained with heirs from the Ben-Porat family who rented it out until it was sold in 2005 to an Israeli couple who did some remodeling. It is unknown when the Ben-Porats acquired the house or if they were the ones who had the upper levels built.

During Karmi’s 2005 visit, Erlanger invited her to see his part of the house and introduced her to the Israeli tenants in the lower level who gave her free access while Erlanger took photographs. For Karmi, revisiting the house was disconcerting. She described to The Electronic Intifada its occupants as “Ashkenazi Jewish Israelis, liberals, nice people who wanted to be nice.” She felt like asking them, “how can you live here knowing this is an Arab house, knowing this was once owned by Arabs, what goes through your mind?” But, she explained, “in the way people have of not wanting to upset people who appear to be nice, I didn’t say anything.”

The New York Times

In the early years after their original residents left, many of the former Arab neighborhoods were run down. But in the 1970s, wealthier Israeli Jews began to gentrify them and acquiring an old Arab house became a status symbol. Today, Israeli real estate agencies list even small apartments in Qatamon for hundreds of thousands of dollars or more, and house prices can run into the millions. In Jerusalem, such homes have become popular especially with wealthy American Jews, according to Pappe. The New York Times did not disclose what it paid for the Qatamon property.

It was a curious decision for The New York Times to have purchased part of what must obviously have been property with – at the very least – a political, moral and legal cloud over its title. Asked whether The New York Times or Friedman had made any effort to learn the history of the property, the newspaper responded, “Neither The Times nor Mr. Friedman knew who owned the original ground floor prior to 1948.”

As Friedman prepared to make the move to Jerusalem from Beirut where he was covering the Lebanon war in the early 1980s, The Times hired an Israeli real estate agent to help him locate a home. According to McCraw, Friedman’s wife Ann went ahead to Jerusalem and looked at properties “and she, working with the agent, made the selection for The Times.” During the process Friedman visited Jerusalem and looked at properties as well, a fact he mentions in his book From Beirut to Jerusalem. By the time the property was selected, Friedman had moved permanently to Jerusalem and oversaw the closing.

The choice of the Qatamon property – over several modern apartments that the real estate agent also showed – makes The New York Times a protagonist and interested party in one of the most difficult aspects of the Palestine conflict: the property and refugee rights of Palestinians that Israel has adamantly denied. It also raises interesting questions about what such choices have on news coverage – with which the newspaper itself has had to grapple.

In 2002, an Electronic Intifada article partly attributed the pervasive underreporting of Israeli violence against Palestinians to “a structural geographic bias” – the fact that “most US news organizations who have reporters on the ground base them in Tel Aviv or west Jerusalem, very far from the places where Palestinians are being killed and bombarded on a daily basis” ( Michael Brown and Ali Abunimah, “Killings of dozens once again called ‘period of calm’ by US media, 20 September 2002).

In 2005, The New York Times’ then Public Editor Daniel Okrent echoed this criticism, writing:

“The Times, like virtually every American news organization, maintains its bureau in West Jerusalem. Its reporters and their families shop in the same markets, walk the same streets and sit in the same cafes that have long been at risk of terrorist attack. Some advocates of the Palestinian cause call this ‘structural geographic bias.’” (“The Hottest Button: How The Times Covers Israel and Palestine,” 24 April 2005).

Okrent recommended that in order to broaden the view of the newspaper’s reporters, it should locate a correspondent in Ramallah or Gaza – where she or he would share the daily experiences, concerns and risks of Palestinians. This advice went unheeded, just as Executive Editor Bill Keller recently publicly rejected the advice of the current public editor that current Jerusalem Bureau Chief Ethan Bronner should be reassigned because of the conflict of interest created by Bronner’s son’s voluntary enlistment in the Israeli army.

Thus, in a sense, Bronner’s structural and personal identification with Israel has become complete: when the younger Bronner joins army attacks in Gaza, fires tear gas canisters or live bullets at nonviolent demonstrators trying to save their land from confiscation in West Bank villages, or conducts night arrest raids in Ramallah or Nablus – as he may well be ordered to do – his father will root for him, worry about him, perhaps hope that his enemies will fall in place of his son, as any Israeli parent would. And on weekends, the elder Bronner will await his soldier-son’s homecoming to a property whose true heirs live every day, like millions of Palestinians, with the unacknowledged trauma, and enduring injustice of dispossession and exile.

[razorblade180]

Weiss:*walks in* Hello….

Jaune:*playing games* Oh hey. How was the Girl’s Night out? Yang get you to party?

Weiss:She left me alone after one margarita toast. *cuddles Jaune* It was pretty fun though.

Jaune:Glad to hear it.

Weiss:…Psst.

Jaune:Hmm?

Weiss:I would like to eat you up right about now.

Jaune:….Who mixed the drink?

Weiss:Does that question really need an answer? *snuggles more*

Jaune:I didn’t know it was possible to make asking for my body sound oddly adorable and polite.

Weiss:Even when tipsy, I am mindful. Was that a yes?

Jaune:Sweetie, please lay down. You’re tired.

Weiss:I’m not sleeping until you’re going to bed with me.

10 minutes later

Weiss:*head on his lap*Zzzzz

Jaune:*dials number*

Yang:Yoooooooo

Jaune:I fear your margaritas might have the strength to put down a Ghira sized individual. Please use your power in moderation.

Yang:Nora mixed it.

Jaune:I apologize for my outburst.

[dreamymaccready2287]

at the behest of @kyoshisimp, Jeanne crashing out

*After Jeanne almost dies to no name fodder Grimm*

Jeanne: *eye twitching, body tense before she slams her hands on the table and shoots out of her seat* THAT'S IT, I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE

Jeanne: RUBY, DO YOU WANT TO FUCK ME?

Ruby, spluttering: I- wh-

Jeanne: ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION RUBY ROSE

Ruby, getting riled up: HELL YES I DO!

Jeanne: AND YOU WEISS, DO YOU WANNA FUCK ME!

Weiss: I would not be opposed...

Jeanne: AND DO YOU WANT TO FUCK EACH OTHER!?

Ruby: FUCK YEAH I DO!!

Weiss: *blushing* yes...

Jeanne: THEN LET'S FUCKING DO THIS

Jeanne: *starts chugging a energy drink*

Ruby: Why are you chugging a Schmaterade?

Jeanne: Because I have the two most beautiful women on Remnant in front of me and I'll be damned if I can't please both of them

Jeanne: Now come on, I have some rope that can withstand my Aura enhanced strength in my room

*Everyone else in the Atlas Academy cafeteria stares in shock as Ruby and Weiss drag Jeanne away with excited and lecherous grins*

[camille-plumb]

𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆|| ʙʟᴜᴇʟᴏᴄᴋᵒⁿᵉ ˢʰᵒᵗˢ

Michael Kaiser x Female Reader

࿇ ══━━✥𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄✥━━══ ࿇

Song: Dont go insane by DPR IAN

Warning: Litle smut.🔞,psychological manipulation.

••••••••⇆ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ㅤ ▷↻••••••••

The station was silent, beyond the clicking of computer keys and the distant murmurs of other officers. The smell of cold coffee and filed papers floated in the air. She sat at the desk, her hands immobilized by handcuffs, her fingers throbbing from the pressure. Her face remained calm, stoic, and tranquil, seemingly unconcerned about anything or guilt. The fluorescent light flickered with an almost imperceptible hum, the sound adding to the weight of the room, like a latent threat. She looked at the detective, who sat across from her, watching her intently. He was one of those men who didn't let a single word, gesture, or glance escape her. He seemed to be trying to read her soul.

"Doctor, are you ready to talk?" he asked, his voice deep and relentless. She nodded, but her mind kept racing. Why was she there? How had she gotten to this point?

"Let's start with the questions... What is Michael Kaiser to you?" he asked, his voice deep and relentless. The question echoes in the cold air of the room, as thousands of memories rush through her mind. She manages to smile at the question before she begins to speak.

"Have you heard of the story of Beauty and the Beast, Detective?" She finishes the question amidst a sarcastic laugh that fills the emptiness of the interrogation room. "Young Beauty saves the Beast from his terrible spell, they have a bright red rose, a lot of magic, he becomes a prince, they declare their love and live happily ever after… blah… blah… blah." She ends the story with an amused grimace while crossing her legs in apparent boredom. "To answer your question, Detective, I must tell a similar story. The characters are the same. There's a Beauty, a Beast who was actually a prince, and a rose…" She finishes the sentence with a dark, icy stare that made the detective shudder. "A blue rose…"

Flashback

6 months ago Berlin.

Charity Gala.

Lights, cameras, and applause.

Michael Kaiser smiles. He's the center of attention, as always. His golden hair shines in the spotlight, his icy-blue eyes pierce the souls of everyone present. The red carpet belongs to him—no, to say that would be a fallacy—the whole world belongs to him. There's a reason he was known as the emperor: money, fame, women, and everything he could wish for...

The perfect life...

Until Yoichi Isagi appears. Another star striker, Japanese, a calm smile, growing fame, a latent threat to his perfect world...

A comment. A glance. A shove.

And then... a punch straight to Isagi's face. Silence. Flashes and headlines the next day: "Michael Kaiser loses control. "Live violence: the fallen idol." Football hero or narcissistic monster?"

Sponsors abandon him. The league sanctions him. The press is tearing him apart. But the worst is yet to come. His lawyer and agent are forcing him into therapy, his falling value in the transfer market is increasingly evident, and the daily threats demanding exorbitant sums of money to hide his violent past are impossible to ignore.

On the recommendation of his lawyer, he decides to see a psychiatrist. Being locked away in rehab for at least six months was the best way to recover his image: quick, safe, and easy. He might be bored for a few months without playing in a stadium, but he'll make it worth it. He requested the best psychiatrist in the country for himself, for as long as he needed. His wishes were granted, and the first day of therapy at the city's most renowned psychiatric hospital arrived.

That's where he finds her...

Dr. (Y/N) Weiss. Her hair tied back, her gaze firm, her voice soft but determined. A renowned doctor, famous for "reforming" celebrities. Michael smiles when he sees her for the first time. Not out of happiness. But the smile of a predator who smells the disguised weakness of its prey.

-Interesting choice of clothing for a psychiatrist- she says in the first session, observing her shamelessly-. You do know that red symbolizes desire, right?- the blond sits in front of her, placing his hands behind his neck- Colors, Mr. Kaiser, are optical illusions produced by light... therefore, a color cannot symbolize anything- the doctor finishes the sentence by putting on a white coat that is tight on her body, takes a seat in front of the blond and begins to write selflessly in her notebook.- Oh of course they can, doctor, in the end they are like words...- the blond's lips move in the middle of the flirtatious smile that marks his face- words, even if they are simple, mean what the other person wants them to mean, for example, for you; By calling me "Sir" you are creating a barrier of respect and professionalism between us - the blond's eyes shone intensely as he explained his point, they were intimidating, she could feel as if he was hitting her and undressing her with his gaze at the same time - but for me - the blond continued talking and approaching her until he could lean down to her size to whisper in her ear - it's something exciting doctor - he finishes touching the doctor's soft lips.

From the first session, (Y/N) felt him like a presence heavier than air. His steely eyes, his crooked smile, and that way of speaking that sounded both kind and threatening. She chooses to ignore him. Or she thinks she does; the obvious tension and desire she felt was filling her mind, each session a battlefield she thought she was winning.

But session after session, Kaiser disarms her.

Stories of childhood, the alcoholic father, the games played with bruises hidden under his jersey.

The boy who became a god on the field so he could no longer be a victim of the circumstances of his existence. Tears. Confessions. Ambiguous caresses. Kaiser is a skilled manipulator, quickly turning therapy into a power game.

"Are you attracted to monsters, Doctor?" the blond man asks, his gaze lost somewhere in the room. Another painful confession from his childhood had shaken the doctor, so much so that in the short time she had known him, she felt that for the first time, Michael Kaiser was revealing himself as he really was. She snaps out of her thoughts when she hears him finish the question he asked, even though she hasn't gotten an answer.

"Because if not... you're in the wrong place."

It took her time to realize that her feelings were plummeting. It wasn't just a single fall. It was a downward spiral. First, the sessions dragged on, then came the personal questions, the tense silences, the suppressed sighs. Until one night, after a brutal confession about his father and an old memory of how he started playing soccer, she tearfully touched his hand. He looked at her, not with desire, but with certainty.

"I knew you were going to touch me first," the blond said. And then, he kissed her.

She reciprocated without thinking, first with guilt, then with hunger.

Michael responded without a single hesitation. He lifted her forcefully, her back against the office wall. His hot breath on her neck. His hands exploring with a surgeon's precision. She gasped, caught between the reason that screamed "enough!" and the body that begged "more…"

He didn't make love to her.

He disarmed her with every caress, as if every part of her body were a map that only he knew how to read. And she let herself get lost. Afterwards, there was no turning back. He held her tightly, setting the rhythm of her body and simultaneously setting the rhythm of her heart.

She didn't see him as a patient, but as an addiction.

Michael kissed her against the window of her apartment. He whispered things to her that made her shudder even when she was alone. He caressed her neck as if holding her for pleasure… or for power. And at night, when he called her to say simply, "I need you now," she dropped everything.

He was fire. She was gasoline.

And it wasn't all physical. After loving each other furiously, there came the moments when they spoke with their hearts exposed. He told her things he'd never said before. She cried into his chest. And he held her as if, for a second, the world were a safe place.

"Sometimes, when you're with me, I feel worth more than fame and money," he once told her.

And she believed that, maybe, she was healing him.

Maybe she was different. But Michael didn't want to heal. He wanted to drag her down with him.

She arrived dressed for work, like any other day, her hair tied back, her white coat… but it didn't last long. Michael wrapped his body around her, cornering her.

"Do you know what I want, Doctor?"

She swallowed, her heart pounding.

"Tell me."

-"I want to see you naked, but not just your body. I want to see all of you. The fear, the control, your emotions. I want you to let me see who you are when you're not hiding."

(Y/N) had no answer. Because at that moment she no longer wanted to control him. She wanted to lose herself in him.

The first touch was as subtle as danger, but as inevitable as destiny.

Michael unbuttoned her shirt, his hands running down her neck, while his lips traced dangerous paths across her skin. Nothing was off limits.

The temperature rose with every second, their bodies colliding hard, their breaths ragged.

"Do you feel that?" Michael asked, stroking her back, still looking into her eyes, as if he were savoring every inch of her.

"Yes," (Y/N) murmured, completely trapped.

"So you understand what I'm doing to you, meine liebe." He looked at her, not with affection, but with that fierce, almost possessive desire.

His words, laden with palpable danger, made her shudder. But she couldn't stop herself.

She undressed for him, giving herself without reservation, without protection. Self-control be damned, she thought, as she could see his face blinded by pleasure through the mirror in front of her in his office.

"Ah… Micha… ah… more please." Her moans filled the room. The violent collision of their bodies, the sound of skin meeting tightly, were music to the ears of the blond who was fucking her as he pleased. "Micha… mmhg, cum inside me, please, I want to feel you completely, fill me up, ah…"

Michael didn't touch her gently. He didn't caress her lovingly. He possessed her. His hands roamed over her body as if she were his forever, as if he needed her with a savage desperation.

"Tell me you need me, my love. Tell me you can't live without me." His voice was ragged, his breathing more erratic than ever.

(Y/N) couldn't help it.

"I need you, Michael. You're all I want."

And he knew it. He knew it because he saw it in her eyes, in her trembling hands. But he didn't love her. He didn't want to save her. He only wanted to destroy her.

Time passed, amidst knowing laughter and caresses. The six months were up. She helped improve his image from the shadows. She got him appointments at orphanages and shelters, which immediately improved his image. She worked nights to write his psychological profile so that no one would dare question his violent childhood. She turned him into a victim and example of overcoming difficulties in the world of football. With his reputation better than ever, they had to separate.

(Y/N) wanted to think he was busy training, that getting back into the swing of things after six months was hard and required a lot of effort; so she just waited. The first few weeks were very tough. She discovered she was addicted to him. Oh, how much she needed him. It was inevitable for her to think that he was probably having a hard time too. On the news, she heard that he went to play for Real Madrid in Spain a month after finishing his treatment. She calmed her little heart and kept waiting. She waited for another month, not a call, not a single text message, nothing.

The worry ended the day she saw him smiling in an interview, hugging a blonde she identified as a Victoria's Secret model:

Interviewer: Michael, it's good to see you well and that your life reflects your success, but I want you to answer what everyone wants to know. We're not blind, and those two rings don't go unnoticed. When's the wedding date?

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"In the end, Detective, the beast became a prince and married a princess, and Belle was left alone with the blue rose the beast left her," the doctor finishes the story, laughing at the detective's shocked expression. "In short, I have no idea where Michael Kaiser is. Could you release me now? I have no charges or complaints. I only have a small blue rose waiting for me at home, and I haven't even fed it yet." She raises her arms, waiting to be released.

She grabs her belongings as she drives home with a slight smile on her face. It had been a tiring day. She enters her house, closing everything in her path and turning off the lights as she walks. She goes down the stairs to her basement.

"Did you miss me, meine liebe?"

She asks, looking at the blond tied to a chair with a sadistic smile.

Oh, bless my heart, when the wolves take me away, don't fall apart. When I come back from the grave, forget my charms, I'll never be the same.

We've come so far, only to go insane.

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Finally order ready, hope you like it ~

[redheartedtramp]

Nora: Hey, Ice Queen! You got a-

Weiss: ...

Scene: Weiss is making dinner and...is doing is successfully.

Nora: ...

Weiss: Don't scream.

Nora: WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU CAN COOK?!

Weiss: Try screaming louder. I don't think they heard you in Atlas.

Nora: Wait, but everyone jokes about how you're not allowed near any kitchen ever!

Weiss: Nora, I was raised by the best teachers in Atlas and was taught to be the best in every field needed to succeed. A Huntress, a Businesswoman, and a potential mother. That includes cooking. Speaking of which, my ham is ready. *takes honey-glazed ham out the oven*

Nora: *drooling* But...but then why do you let your teammates crack jokes about you being a shit co-oh god, are those yams?

Weiss: Yes. And to answer your question, because then I don't have to cook. *turns everything off* If everyone wants to make me out to be a helpless little princess, then fine. I'll just put my feet up and let the peasants do the meal prep if that's what they want. That's called good business.

Nora: Uh-huh...

Weiss: Speaking of business, here's the deal: you can have this entire ham if you keep your mouth shut.

Nora: Deal. Gimme.

[juanarc-thethird]

I am proud of my body! #2

Continuation of this nonsense. -----------

It's a new day and Jaune stands outside his classroom door. He can hear that all his classmates have already arrived at class. But after what happened yesterday he's nervous. What will they say about him when they see him? Will they make fun of him? Will they treat him badly? A thousand thoughts ran through his mind. But within all that negativity a phrase his grandfather used to tell him resonated within him. "Dignity always prevails."

Gathering his courage and holding his head high, he enters the classroom. At that moment everyone falls silent and turns to look at him. Without losing confidence, he walks to his seat next to Pyrrha. She looked a little flushed and hadn't looked in his direction since yesterday.

Jaune: (It must have been embarrassing to have a partner go through such humiliation)

He told himself.

In the case of Nora and Ren, they still treated him the same. But he could feel like they were figuratively "walking on mines" when they talked to him. But it's better than nothing.

Above his sit Ruby was sleeping while waiting for the teacher. Next to her was the rest of her team. Weiss watching him closely. He turns to look at her and she immediately looks away. It would be a lie to say that this didn't affect Jaune, but he resisted. Yang and Blake on the other side can't seem to stop taking glances at him, especially his lower area.

Moments after sitting down, the others in the classroom began to whisper among themselves without taking their eyes off him. Some looked annoyed, while others giggled at something they said. The conversation continued and continued, the stares wouldn't leave him alone. Jaune felt like he had a target on his back. So he decided to do something.

*Slam!*

He stands up quickly, slamming both palms of his hand on the table to get attention. He walks over to the teacher's desk, looks at everyone with a brave look, and speaks.

Jaune: I know many of you saw what happened to me yesterday. So rather than let you talk behind my back, I'll save you the time.

Jaune takes a deep breath and looks around at the class. They all seem to be paying close attention to him, as if they're curious? No no no, Jaune shakes his head. Why would they be so interested in that? He must be reading the atmosphere wrong.

Jaune: Yesterday Cardin pulled down my pants. Showing everyone my… *Ahem*.. my little Jaune.

Classmate: HA!

One of his classmates all the way in the back laughs, and immediately shuts up.

Jaune: I know my size is not like the rest. I was always embarrassed going into the gym showers here with the other guys after training because of that. I mean, how many people have you know whose penis size is only 9 inches long?

Yang: Damn!

Yang yells quickly in surprise.

Jaune: Well... A-Anyways, I'm proud of my...

At that moment he is interrupted by one of his classmates who raised her hand.

Classmate: I have a question?

Jaune: A question? To be honest, I didn't expect to answer any questions. But okay, what's your question?

Classmate: Is that measurement when flaccid or erect?

Jaune: Um... flaccid.

Classsmate: Follow up question. When erect, is it bigger? And by how much?

Jaune: Well… it's a little bigger… I'd say about 10 to almost 11 inches.

Yang: DAMN!!

Yang yells again but this time in astonishment.

After sharing the information, people began to talk amongst themselves about it. There were so many people talking at the same time that Jaune couldn't understand what they were saying. But he knew he had to regain control of the conversation. So he raised his voice.

Jaune: Anyway! Now you know. I'm proud of my body and I wouldn't change it for anything. And if someone could tell the teacher that I'm not feeling well, I'd appreciate it.

He walks towards the exit, leaving the classroom. For a moment the class was silent until Ruby spoke.

Ruby: *Wakes up and looks around* What did I miss?

[arc-misadventures]

An Easy Prize to Win

Yang: Hey, Jaune, I’ve been asking everyone this question, guess whose turn it is~?

Jaune: Mine?

Yang: Yes it is!

Jaune: Haa… okay, what is this question of yours?

Yang: Everyone in, Atlas goes into hiding for the largest game of hide, and go seek! Where the winner wins one billion Lien! So, where do you hide?

Jaune: You’ve asked everyone this question?

Yang: Yeah, I’ve received some crazy answers.

Jaune: Such as?

Weiss: I said I would float in the sky on one of my glyphs.

Jaune: Clever.

Penny: I was going to do the same with my jet boots. Should I devise a different hiding spot?

Jaune: You both probably should.

Penny: Oh dear.

Blake: I would hide in a box, with my books.

Jaune: That seems stereotypical for a cat faunas.

Blake: Hey?!

Ren: I was simply going to meditate in a tree, and wait for it to all blow over.

Jaune: Simple, sounds just like you.

Ruby: I was going to bury myself under a pile of cookies so no one would find me!

Jaune: I take it, Nora’s idea was on a similar vein, but with pancakes?

Nora: What?! How did you know, my plan was foolproof!

Jaune: Not, really. It sounds like something you both would do. But, that aside it wouldn’t work.

NR: How so?

Jaune: You’d both eat your cover.

NR: …

Ruby: Yeah… I would eat my cover…

Nora: Me too… And, I would not regret it!

Jaune: And what about you, Yang?

Yang: I would hide down in one of the ‘secret vaults.’ But, I think, Ironwood would also be there, and would catch me hiding…

Oscar: Crap, that was my plan too.

Jaune: Well, it’s a clever idea nonetheless.

Yang: Enough about us, where would you hide?

Jaune: At my birthday party.

Yang: Pfft! What?! Seriously, what makes you think no one would find you at a birthday party, let alone your own birthday party?

Jaune: Because it was my birthday yesterday, and no one showed up.

Winter: What?! But, I sent out all those invitations to make sure people would come! Did none of you show up?!

Ruby: There was a party?

Nora: It was, Jaune’s birthday?!

Ren: Oh no…

Yang: W-What?! How come you didn’t tell us?!

Jaune: You missed the last two, when I told you. What difference does one more matter?

Yang: We didn't miss your birthday! R-Right guys?

Blake: Uhh…?

Oscar: We did my birthday…

Weiss: Why didn’t we get any invitations?!

Winter: I don’t know?! Penny: Did you get an invitation?

Penny: I did not.

Winter: What?! But, I sent you all an invitation two weeks ago for his surprise birthday party?! How come no one, but, Jaune got an invitation?!

Weiss: How come you didn't show up? You planned this whole thing!

Winter: Father was trying to us my position to his advantage in political dealings again, I had to put a stop to it before anything happened.

Ruby: So... Jaune had a surprise birthday party... where he was the only one that was invited...

Nora: Oh gods...

Jaune: There's still cake if you want some, I didn't have any.

Winter: What? Why didn't you have any?

Jaune: I wasn't in the mood for cake after having that 'surprise birthday party,' Besides, it was coconut. I hate coconuts.

Winter: Ohhh... fuck...

Jaune: I told you it was pointless to tell anyone...

Pyrrha: I'm sorry!

Jaune: Haa... don't be... Besides, no one likes to go to a birthday party they're not friends with...

RWBYONRPW: ...

Winter: I don't suppose you guys can think of anything that might fix this?

Yang: If we did, we would have already done it.

Winter: Well... shit...

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Consider this part of the, Friends AU

[drenosa]

At the library...

Blake: *Not studying from her book, glancing between Ruby & Jaune and Yang* ...

Ruby&Jaune: *Also not studying, egging Blake on* ...

Yang: *Bored to death, balancing a pencil on her nose* ...

Blake: I got a question for you, Yang.

Yang: *Pencil dropping to the floor completely forgotten* I might have an answer for you, Blakey!

Blake: What do you call a young sheep with diplomatic immunity?

Yang: Uh...

Blake: A... lambassador.

Yang: ...

Blake: Ya-haang?! *Pulled into Yang's lap in an instant, feeling hands on almost indecent places*

Yang: *Eyes dilated, expression intense, hands nearing indecent places* You. Me. Quiet corner.

Blake: *Blushing up a storm* Okay.

Yang: ~Excellent~ let's g- *Gets conked on the head with heavy tome* Gohawaw!

Blake: Yang! *Gets conked as well* Haaaaah...

Weiss: *Irate, staring down both Yang and Blake* You... wil not... defile this place of knowledge!

Ruby&Jaune: *Failing to suppress their giggling*

Weiss: *Turns her glare to the dork duo* Be. Quiet. Or I will conk the two of you as well.

Ruby&Jaune: *Instantly quiet, dutifully studying*