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Meet the troupe!

[bitemevanitas]

I'm like three months and a half too late for Valentine's day, but this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now, even though I forgot it even existed...

Alas! I'm not waiting until next year, so have a look and find the letter of your dearest one ❤️

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Noé, Roland, Jeanne, Olivier, Vanitas, Jean-Jacque, Dominique, Amelia, Johann, Dante

𝐃𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐐𝐮𝐢 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐃𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐞𝐮𝐫

💌 Noé Archiviste

𝑻𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒏,

𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆. 𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒊 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒚, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 ��𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕, 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎, 𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔,

𝑵𝒐𝒆́

💌 Roland Fortis

𝑶𝒉 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕!

𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚! 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒛𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝑯𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕?

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔.

𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆.

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉���𝒌𝒆𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏,

𝑹𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅

💌 Jeanne

𝑴𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅,

𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆, 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒗𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕.

𝑰 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆.

𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓. 𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔.

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕.

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆,

𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆

💌 Johann

𝑻𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅,

𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍. 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒃𝒖𝒕... 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒚.

𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔, 𝑰 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒎𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆.

𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚�� 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒕, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆. 𝑶𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚, 𝑰 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔,

𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏

💌 Dante

𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆,

𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚, 𝒉𝒖𝒉? 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆.

𝑰 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒕? 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅? 𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒚? 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅.

𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅. 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒏.

𝑺𝒐...

𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝑷𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚. 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔, 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.

𝑺𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔, 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔,

𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆

💌 Dominique de Sade

𝑴𝒂 𝑳𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒆́𝒓𝒆,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆́, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆. 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆.

𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒙 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝑶𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚, 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆.

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕,

𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 ꨄ︎

💌 Olivier

𝑻𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒏,

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑰 𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏.

𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅, 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉.

𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚,

𝑶𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

💌 Jean-Jacques Chastel

𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕,

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍.

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑪𝒉𝒍𝒐𝒆́ 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆. (𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕, 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖.)

𝑰𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍.

𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑. 𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒖𝒔.

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏,

𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒏-𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔

💌 Chloé d'Apchier

𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈,

𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅.

𝑶𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚, 𝑰 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑴𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆.

𝑰 𝒃𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚,

𝑪𝒉𝒍𝒐𝒆́

💌 Amelia Ruth

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆,

𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔.

𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒎𝒆. 𝑶𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑰 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃��𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓?

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔,

𝑨𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂

💌 Vanitas

𝑻𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖,

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔... 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐.

𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆.

𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆��𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒊𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕, 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒇, 𝒃𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍,

𝑰'𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,

𝑽.

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[eternitas]

🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍 "the" 🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍

Send me a word and if it's in my WIPS I'll give you the sentance

Since I know you've believed in your RNG luck and in this case I am indeed RNJesus here I decided to give you an especially juicy one!

“Ushishishishi~ Are you sure you want to play this game right now, Lorenzo? You know what’s on the line. Or rather who. So many possible candidates to send to Mammon, ushishishi~”

Lorenzo visibly tensed even further and Tsuna was sure he heard a sharp inhale. Sergey grit his teeth, whispering a very sharp but quiet “that bastard-”

“You’d get nothing but trouble with Captain Squalo and the Boss.”

“You seem to forget who you’re talking to Lorenzo.” Bel said before his tone grew into something odd, unnerving and just plain creepy.

“I’ve made everyone in the Storm Division smoke on flame, subsequently getting them wonky and then black penned. You think I’ll just go for the easy route? Even I believe my subjects deserve a specially crafted demise~.”

Lorenzos body was beyond tense. He was straight up shaking. Then suddenly his body seemed to fall in on itself and his fists uncurled.

“Theeere we go, what a good boy you are Lorenzo! Now, it should be easy to contact Squalo and tell him that you alone will retreat from this mission, ushishishishi~ They can send someone else in your stead! Zarria, maybe even Jaque!”

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Chapter 3 - Learn to be cruel

[ramiaell]

Just Passing By

"Well hey there." The greasy haired Shal'dorei said as he sat himself in the chair across the table from Stone with a heavy slouch and tired sigh. His white undershirt unbuttoned three buttons, his tie loose and drooping and his black suit jacket clearly needed to be dry cleaned. His hair disheveled as if he hadn't showered in a few days. He was disgusting and had clearly come here after sleeping in the outfit a few days in a row, probably busy with some recon mission. "I see you're still taking care of yourself Jacks." Stone said as he peered over his tea cup, sipping from it. He himself a prime example of excellence. Jaques wasn't at all bothered by it, the Stoneblades were always like this and it seemed Stone was never going to change at least some if not most old habits. Including making sure he was always wearing a fresh well tailored suit or otherwise that was clean and pristine till blood got on it of course. "Fuck'n great to see you too Rami." Jacks grunted as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it up with a lighter he pulled from his inner jacket pocket. "Already bustin' my balls. Ch'." “Jackie!!” A plucky chipper voice called out from the kitchen doorway. Despite the fact he was now a chef at his own establishment, Nathanris still had a perfect dancer’s physique and practically danced every step of the way over to the table as he happily set the cup of coffee before the Shal’dorei. His hair as long as his ankles was currently tied back in a long impressive braid and tucked up under his chef's hat. “Well hey there Nathanris.” He said in his usual slur as he put one leg up on the chair he sat on, leaning into the arm of it with his backside as he reached for the coffee cup, nice hot and black just the way he liked it as he blew his cigarette smoke off to the side opposite the one Nathanris stood on. The younger Shaldorei leaned in and hugged Jaques around the neck, kissing his cheek making Jacques choke and cough a little as he shooed the younger Shal’dorei away. “Come on kid, how's a guy supposed to keep up his tough act when you’re kissin’ on ‘em all the damn time.” Nathanris giggled as he pulled back and motioned around the empty fancy restaurant that was newly remade in the last few years. “In case you didn’t notice, we’re still closed. Open only to my favorite tough guys this time of day and even then, only on special request!” He winked over at Stone with a knowing grin. Stone just sipped more of his tea, seeming right at home with tolerating Nathanris’s more jovial side. So much so that when Nathanris danced his way over to his side of the table and leaned in playfully to inquire, Stone didn’t so much as flinch away. “You suuuuure I can’t make you something for breakfast? Even big tough guys have to eat now and then and I know you’re going to disappear instead of staying to try my latest delicacy I’m preparing for today's special!” He practically purred into Stone’s ear as he leaned in close. “That won’t be necessary, thank you.” Stone said, setting his tea cup down on the saucer. The mask he usually wore hooked to his belt beneath the table for now since he was in a secure area among friendlies.

Nathatnris pursed his lips and reached out to rub his fingers along Stone’s bald head, the back of his fingers tracing down the intense jawline the bodyguard always held. “Aww, fine.But please tell me they’re treating you right wherever you are now.” Stone shifted his cold distant gaze to Nathanris and despite those eyes and the intense stare it seemed Nathanris saw right through it or at least knew Stone well enough not to fear it. Some people got a pass, and he was delighted that he was one of them. “Life is so very different outside Suramar, I bet you have so many stories of what you’ve seen! I love it when we get unique customers here visiting the city. Oh! Have you any juicy details on what it’s like in your new residence?” “Ch’ nice try kid, you’re barkin’ up the wrong tree if you want ‘im to tell you shit.” Jaques commented, taking another puff from his cigarette. “Get on with it then, whatcha got for me.” He said, raising a hand with a very lackluster wave towards Stone. Nathanris pouted a little but he grinned, patting the back of Stone’s head as he hummed to himself some tune in his head and danced his way back to the kitchen so the two could talk business.

“Lovisia Vara’nel of Quel’thalas. Loyalist to Kael’thas.” Stone said looking Jaques in the eyes fiercely. “Fallin’ in with that crowd now are ya? This the kinda pest your Withermore Baron’s dealin’ with?” Jaques asked quipping a brow. “This is a private matter, it has nothing to do with my current contract, not at this time.” Stone added as he clasped his hands together on the table before his tea cup. Jaques blew another pillar of smoke from his lungs. “Could be though… gotcha. What else ya got? We talkin’ demonic? Illidari? Some hidden cult bullshit?” “Unfortunately, I have no more information on her. That’s why I need you to look into it. See if she’s alive for one and assess how great a threat we’d be dealing with if she is. Who she’s throwing in with, her current whereabouts.” “Sendin’ me on a fuckin’ goose chase ‘ere Rami. That’s not much to go off of, especially for someone outside our system.” Jaques complained as he flicked his cigarette into the crystal ashtray on the table. “I’m aware.” Stone sighed as if that fact annoyed him, shifting his eyes to the side glancing out the window at people passing by the location on the streets outside. It was still so strange for him to see other races here now and not just Shal’dorei on the streets. “Funds have been forwarded in advance. Use whatever means necessary to find her.” Jaques narrowed his eyes somewhat, eyeballing Stone with a long hard stare as he took another drag from his cigarette, sitting more upright as he leaned into the table and blew the smoke from his lungs again. “Just wut ya go’ goin’ on? This is the first time you’ve focused your attention this much since losin’ the kid. Or… does this have to do with ‘em?” He had the right to be suspicious, Stone deserved that. He reached for his tea cup, raising it and taking one final sip from it before setting it back on his saucer. He looked back at Jaques firmly. “Separate matter. Get me the intel and we’ll speak more. I’ll be keeping communications on me till you reach out.” Promptly, he rose from his chair, smoothing his hand down his jacket, taking his mask from his belt as he buttoned the jacket back up. Jaques still looked suspicious but he knew that was all the more he would get out of Stone for now. “Well at least ya finally found somethin’ else. Take it your Baron doesn’t need my assistance yet then for whatever he hired ya for then?” “When he does, you’ll know. At this time, you’re more useful looking into this matter at hand.” Stone said as he stepped aside, pushing his chair in. “Glad to be of use.” Jaques said as flatly as he could manage as he rolls his eyes. “Gettin’ borin’ round here without ya.” “We either adapt to the way things are now Jaques, or we fade away into the annals of time.” Stone said as he raised his mask to place it over his face and turned to head for the door. Unlocking it as he opened it to see himself out. Jaques watched him go, watching through the window as Stone disappeared in the crowd of people outside passing by as expertly as one like him did as if he was never there. He blew the smoke through his nose and extinguished his cigarette into the ashtray. 

[the-irken-pony]

So in the THSC Developer’s Commentary, we’re told that the order of the Toppat leader portraits in the Airship is the order of the leadership. Given that Terrence is the previous leader as we’re told by his bio, this puts the order of the most recent Toppat leaders as:

T.R.N.K. > Billy G. > Sir Wilford IV > Terrence Suave > Reginald Copperbottom > [Right Hand Man/Henry Stickmin/Ellie Rose/Sven Svensson]

In Completing the Mission, we’re shown more Toppat Leaders in the rocket’s gallery (including some we don’t know about).

However, it’s possible that these portraits may be in order as well, though reversed from what we see in the Airship. In Special BROvert Ops, we’re given a brief shot of some of the more recent leaders.

From left to right, we see:

Sven Svensson (current leader), Reginald Copperbottom (the leader before Sven), Terrence Suave (the leader before Reginald), and Sir Wilford IV (the leader before Terrence).

Notice the pattern?

If it is indeed the case that the paintings in the rocket are arranged based on leader order, then we can gather that the order of the leaders is:

[Unknown leaders] > Dusty > Cloudface > Randy Radman > Reynaldo the Brute > [At least three unknown leaders] > T.R.N.K. > Billy G. > Sir Wilford IV > Terrence Suave > Reginald Copperbottom > [Right Hand Man/Henry Stickmin/Ellie Rose/Sven Svensson]

(Jaques Kensington’s placement is unknown, as his portrait is only ever shown by itself.)

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Rules

These are the rules for interacting with this blog. This is a side blog to @voluptuous-rwby-girls / @gluttonydragon

-Be respectful to both Me and My Muses.

-In an open thread, unless specified what typw of rp it is go nuts. (Ex “Go Nuts or Freeuse”)

-No godmodding! It makes RPs very boring for me.

-I have a bad memory and get distracted easily, so if I don’t respond to a thread after 3 days either tag me or message me the thread we were doing so it makes it easy for me to find the post.

-I do RP in messages most of the time, as I prefer to use that to plot out threads. In special cases I will RP in message if the person doesn’t feel comfortable RPing in threads. And please do not spam my messages, as I find that annoying. I don’t mind plotting or just talking, but don’t spam my messages.

-I will not Rp with people with IRL People as it makes Smut Rps uncomfortable for me.

-If I don’t like the way a thread is going, I’ll drop it. I know that sounds cruel and rude, but that’s just the way things have to be sometimes. I do apologize for that as its hard for me to RP something that I am not enjoying.

-In threads, please please try to at the very least write a paragraph.(it’s defined as three to five sentences). A single line is really hard for me to work off of and it can get very frustrating.

-I am a huge fan of a three strike rule. What that means, if you break any rule on this blog that will count against you. After three, I’ll no longer RP with you.Yes I know it may seem unfair to some people but it has to be enforced due to problems I’ve had in the past. It was one of the reasons why I stopped Rping in Amino and Instagram, I really appreciate you following these rules.

Kinks List

This are kinks that are Not allowed here on this blog.

1.Netorare

2.Gore

3. Domestic Violence

4.Diaper play or AB/DL

5.Bestiality

6.Rape

Muses that I will not interact with

RWBY Muses

1.Jaques Schnee

2.James Ironwood

3.Tyrian Callows

4.Cardin Winchester

I will make a post with all my Muses.

Muse Lists here  Pt.1  https://www.tumblr.com/rotund-wild-pokegirls/751410655656083456/wild-pokemon-list-pt1?source=share Pt.2 https://www.tumblr.com/rotund-wild-pokegirls/751410736966877184/wild-pokemon-list-pt2?source=share Pt.3 https://www.tumblr.com/rotund-wild-pokegirls/751410800163487744/wild-pokemon-list-pt3?source=share Pt.4 

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A Quick Perusal of My Library

Because talking with @thelastspeecher​ makes me want to see if there are any like-minded readers out there on the Internets before I hasten myself off to bed!

[ID: The books Eragon, Eldest, Brisingr, and Inheritance by Christopher Paolini, The World of Shannara by Terry Brooks, and the first two novels of Riordan’s Heroes of Olympus series.

To begin with -- yes, I was an Eragon kid growing up. Yes, I went ahead and bought all of them. And yes, I have a nostalgic love of it, even if looking back on it, I can agree it was written terribly by comparison to most literature I come across, but I can look at it like a beginning writer writing their first fanfiction and throwing it to the four winds to see who wants to pluck it out of the air and read it. (Yes, I have To Sleep in a Sea of Stars. There is a very noticeable difference between his writing style as a kid and his writing style now, believe me.)

Also, The World of Shannara is one of those world-building encyclopedia-ish books. If anyone here has heard of the Shannara Chronicles...yes, I read the books they are based on, and yes, the author is still writing books for his world. Go read them, they’re fantastic. My mom read them when she was a kid and I’m thinking about raiding her library for whatever remains of them at the moment. Perhaps later.

[ID: a collection of Pokemon Adventures Manga. The books visible detail the Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald, Firered, Leafgreen, Heartgold, and Soulsilver story arcs]

...If some of my previous posts haven’t made it obvious already, I am a Pokemon nut. I don’t have all of the manga volumes for the Pokemon Adventures manga, but I’m getting there. Black and White is the next on my list.

Also, there’s another layer of manga behind the ones in this picture. Believe me when I say I have everything for Gen 1-4 in terms of the manga’s story.

[ID: The image showcases more manga, mostly Fullmetal Alchemist volumes. There are two volumes of manga in the back that are hard to see and are part of Trigun’s published volumes]

Yes, there is yet more manga! And there’s another cube of storage space besides this one that has the rest of the Trigun manga stuffed in it...along with the rest of the Pokemon manga that couldn’t fit in the previous picture. XD I am considering getting more, but if the pictures here aren't going to be indication enough, let it be known that my space is very limited.

[ID: A bookshelf with a small metal liberty bell souvenir sitting in front of a number of books: The Magician, The Sorceress, and the Necromancer from The Immortal Flames of Nicholas Flamel, the Harry Potter Series, and Mossflower, Mattimeo, Mariel of Redwall, and Marlfox by Brian Jaques, the two White Sand graphic novel volumes from Brandon Sanderson, and The Gideon Trilogy by Buckley-Archer]

Ah, childhood. Some of it, anyway. I am thinking about getting the rest of the Immortal Flames series, and more of Redwall, at least. The Gideon Trilogy is an interesting historical novel-fiction-time travel sort of read that starts out very slowly. I had a difficult time getting into it, but I was hooked. Eventually.

Also, there’s more behind those books.

[ID: The book titles I’d like to point out here are The Time Quake from the Gideon Trilogy, The Legend of Luke, Taggerung, and Triss by Brian Jaques , Dragon Drums, Time Stops for No Mouse, and The Sands of Time. The rest are either books that were required reading by my college (Years of Red Dust, Grape Leaves), or cat books.]

Time Stops for No Mouse and the Sands of Time were both rather random books, to be honest. They’re a pair that are meant to be together, and they’re mysteries set in a mouse-based society that considers cats an extinct species. 

I also have a...very big collection of D&D books on the shelf directly below -- mostly rule and world-building books, as well as the first 2 of the Adventure Zone graphic novels. But I don’t think I need to post a picture of that here.

Nor do I feel a need to post a picture of a cluttered shelf with all my Archie’s Sonic the Hedgehog��comics that I’ve collected over the years. But yes, I have a decent chunk of their published works.

[ID: Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn series, Elantirs, The Emperor’s Soul, Warbreaker, and Arcanum Unbounded]

...yes, I am a very big Brandon Sanderson fan. And I do have his Stormlight Archives books, but this post is already getting incredibly long.

[ID: In dim light, there are 6 DVD cases -- the Gravity Falls Special Edition set, and three Mythbusters DVDs. Behind the Vax’ildan and Keylith Funko Pops, there are five books with a golden hamster on the spine. The series begins with the book I, Freddy, and ends with Freddy’s Final Quest.]

Another selection of books from my childhood! Hidden among some other things, yes. Freddy’s series was an intriguing read for me, and I think one that I got through a Scholastic order form. Dunno why I held onto this one, other than the fact that it’s charming and it’s about a hamster who learns how to type and writes a novel in the first book. Well, autobiography, technically.

This shelf/storage cube shares a level with the Stormlight Archives...as well as my two Journal 3′s because I got the original and the special edition black light.

[ID: a cube with Brandon Sanderson’s Reckoner’s trilogy, Transformers’ Covenant of Primus, Exodus, Exiles, and Retribution, and hiding in the shadows, an old copy of Macbeth]

Yes, I’m a Transformers fan. I like giant robots. Or robots in general. Shush.

Also, I got that copy of Macbeth from my high school teacher because they were old, beat-up copies, and he was getting new ones for next year.

[ID: Three Dragonlance novels, Frankenstein, a copy of the 1984 NIV translation of the bible, Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, Because of Win-Dixie]

Some childhood memories here, some not. The copy of the bible and Because of Win-Dixie have been around for a while. My parents sent me to a private school and I ended up getting that translation as a result of my attending there. Never really felt a need to get rid of it, to be honest. Everything else I bought either in college or after. The Dragonlance novels are a good read, and I’ve been thinking about getting more of them.

[ID: Some Terry Pratchet novels, the Tale of Despareaux, Return to Neverland, and The Prophecy of the Stones. The other books are various pieces of nonfiction, or very skinny textbooks]

The Prophecy of the Stones is the one I want to point out here. It was a birthday gift that turned into a really, really compelling read. I’d highly recommend it.

Also, the Princess Academy is in the next storage cube over. That one’s a good one, too. I’ve heard there’s a series attached to it, so I’m going to have to go looking for it. (Also, if the picture loads, there is another copy of a Harry Potter novel there. That one’s in German!)

As for the Terry Pratchet novels...I only started buying them recently. My collection isn’t very big yet, and I haven’t bought all of them, either. I may look into doing that...eventually.

...I’m gonna stop this post here, while I still have half a mind to actually go to bed. I need to sleep, I really do. If anyone wants to know my opinions on some of the other books of fiction I have hiding in these pictures -- or perhaps elsewhere -- please, don’t be afraid to drop an ask and let me know!

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The seasons in RWBY, literary archetypes and predictions for the next volumes

As we all know, RWBY is a show that is built around taking in established narrative and character archetypes, layering them, tweaking them and/or ultimately subverting them. One of its core narrative and symbolic elements are the seasons, so it seems only fitting that they’d take inspiration from and implement established overarching seasonal archetypes (in terms of tone and narration) to the plot.

One of the major works in terms of archetypal literary criticism that deals with the seasons has to be Frye’s. Frye proposed that the totality of literary works constitute a “self-contained literary universe”. Since we’re watching a show whose whole premise is having every single myth, legend and fairytale coexist in a single universe, with characters sometimes alluding to multiple myths at once, I’d hope this sounds uncannily familiar.

Frye divided all literary framework into four categories: comedy, romance, tragedy and satire. What sets Frye apart from the other critics is that he linked each category with a season. He posited that literary works were how humanity assimilated the outside world and nature at large, which is how those four types of plot structures correspond to the four seasons in the cycle of the natural world.

What does that mean for RWBY?

If, as I suspect, each narrative arc corresponding to one of the four continents in Remnant - with each continent symbolizing a season - aligns with the genre and plot structure defined by Frye, then we can make more or less accurate predictions as to the direction and themes of the two remaining arcs (as well as some of the plot points).

So, first we’ll see how the first two arcs, Vale and Mistral, hold up to the Frye scheme. 

As I said earlier, Frye aligned each genre with a season:   

-Spring is comedy, with themes of (re)birth and resurrection of the hero. The subordinate characters attached to this genre are the mother and the father.

-Summer is romance, because both are representative of culminations in the human journey, summer being the conclusion of the seasonal calendar, and romance ending with achievement and triumph, usually in the form of a union or marriage. The subordinate characters here are the companion and the bride.

-Fall is tragedy, with themes of demise, dying god, violent death, sacrifice and isolation of the hero. The subordinate characters are the traitor and the siren.

-Winter is irony/satire, with themes of darkness, dissolution, the return of chaos, and the defeat of the heroic figure. The subordinate characters are the giant and the witch.

Going off this, and knowing that each kingdom in Remnant is representative of a season, we can divide the RWBY narrative into 4 respective arcs, each assigned an archetypical narrative structure:

- Vale is Fall, meaning the Vale arc is a tragedy. Now, I know that your knee-jerk response to this would be disbelief especially with the tone set by V1-2, but here’s the thing: team RWBY aren’t the protagonists of the tragedy. Ozpin and Pyrrha are. We’re basically seeing the tragedy unfold from its supporting cast’s POV.

Once you go back through V1-3 and reread the plot through Ozpin’s and Pyrrha’s POVs, linking up the scenes having them as a focal point together (especially Ozpin’s), the tone changes drastically and it aligns perfectly with the beats of a classical tragedy. As early as V2 you get to see Ozpin growing steadily more isolated (isolation of the hero) as he loses the support of Ironwood and the Council, we see him get irreversibly dragged (and dragging our main cast and Pyrrha with him) into an inevitable confrontation, because of his complacency and passivity (fatal flaw) that ends with Pyrrha’s sacrifice, Penny’s violent death and his demise.

Pyrrha being literally based on a tragic hero, her story fills every single beat of a tragedy, V1 establishing her innocence, inexperience and righteousness, V2 being her high point but also pointing out her “fake” invincibility (thus her fatal flaw), V3 having her grow isolated and then sacrifice herself while staying true to herself and what she stood for (completion of ideal).

One thing to clue you in about Ozpin being one of the Vale arc’s tragic heroes is one of the first things Cinder tells him: “Such arrogance.” Ozpin thus dies for said arrogance, which is basically the moment when a tragic hero is punished for their hubris.

- Mistral is Spring, meaning the Mistral arc is a comedy. Don‘t think about the tone, think about the themes. And sure enough, Mistral was all about the resurrection of our heroes, both literally (Ozpin reincarnating) and figuratively (each member of Team RWBY dealing with the aftermath of V3, growing individually and culminating in them getting back together stronger and a lot more anchored in their respective roles, Yang’s resurrection is as unsubtle a callback to the phoenix’s as it gets tbh). The subordinate characters of a comedy are the mother and the father, and this arc’s primary supporting cast and driving narrative force was without a doubt the parental figures: Taiyang, Raven, Jaques, Ghira and Qrow. This arc was about our heroes going from under their guidance to challenging it, thus getting more agency and control over their own destinies. In this aspect, Mistral is both a rebirth and birth for Team RWBY: their rebirth as individuals after the loss they experienced at the end of V3, and their birth as their own people, as full-fledged heroes, going from the supporting cast of the tragedy of Vale to the main cast of this arc.

Now that we have established that there is enough of a basis to assume the RWBY arcs do in fact build up on the Frye scheme, what does it tell us about Atlas and Vacuo?

-Atlas is winter, so Atlas is irony and satire. We can expect this arc to articulate itself heavily on social commentary; I fully expect the faunus cause and the rising military dictatorship to be the focal points of said commentary. The subordinate characters of satire are the giant and the witch. The witch refers to Salem of course, our resident Wicked Witch of the West, but I also doubt team W.T.C.H’s name is coincidental, so it refers to them as a whole as well. I think by the time the Atlas arc is in full swing, all of team W.T.C.H will be there. There is another witch we’ve lost track of for a while now that this could be applied to, and it’s Glynda (though I fail to see a narrative purpose to her appearance as of now, but I feel the need to point it out just in case). 

As for the giant, CRWBY has proved time and again how they’re prone to using the same theme/archetype both literally and figuratively, and this time will be no exception. Figuratively, both Jacques Schnee and James Ironwood could be called giants, Jacques as an industrial tycoon, Ironwood as an increasingly dictatorial military leader. Moreover, Ironwood’s name quite literally refers to a place in Norse Mythology where giants were born. As for Jacques, his myth basis Jack Frost is thought to be based on Norse mythology giants. But Jacques could have links to another myth:“Jack the Giant Killer”. Quite ominous, isn't it? You see, one of the typical examples of irony in archetypal story-telling is actually the tale of Goliath vs David, where the giant is prodded by a cool and observant but almost invisible enemy into a blind, stampeding fury and then pushed to its own demise. Which, incidentally, follows the exact same beats as the “Jack and the Beanstalk” fairy tale, where Jacques Jack, a poor man climbs the social ladder through a loveless marriage a beanstalk to a land high in the sky (Atlas), steals into an enormous castle (the Atlesian academy slash military enrollment grounds), robs special treasures you’d never find anywhere else (the relic) and causes the death of the giant who owns it. What I’m saying is, I expect Jacques Schnee to go full turncloack and align with Salem and W.T.C.H, help them steal the relic and propel Ironwood’s (self-)destruction, in return for them giving the SDC ground to prosper and it being fully sanctioned by the new regime (as in, everything Ironwood is not doing rn), if not putting Jacques himself at the helm of Atlas. Jacques is a ruthless businessman first and foremost afterall. Give him good enough a deal, and he’ll sell all of Atlas over as long as he profits off the trade-off. And well, as far as irony goes, will there be anything more tragically ironic than Ironwood driving himself in a frenzy, growing increasingly more paranoid under both real and imagined threats, needled by the infiltrated team W.T.C.H and Jacques, until he triggers the fall of that which he so desperately was trying to protect all along. I think Ironwood dies here, and Jacques being on team villains means a 3-way Schneebowl is coming, Weiss vs Winter (who’s 100% team Ironwood) vs Jacques, and I think the outcome will be devastating for everyone involved but especially Weiss.

As for the literal part of the giant allusions, well. It has been a while since we’ve last seen these goliaths, and it seems too good an opportunity to pass up for CRWBY:

Or they could hit us with giant mecha structures à la Star Wars, a project G.I.A.N.T that Watts is all too ready to hack into and turn against the Atlesian military. I’d keep my eyes open for any giant allusions in Atlas’ arsenal, chances are they’ll be playing an active role plot-wise.

Which brings us now to the themes. As stated above, the main themes of satire are darkness, dissolution, the return of chaos, and the defeat of the heroic figure. We can surmise that Atlas will be the lowest point in RWBY. Frye goes as far as link winter to “Götterdämmerung myths” aka the fucking Ragnarok. Wiktionary has a second definition for Götterdämmerung which is a “cataclysmic downfall or momentous, apocalyptic event, especially of a regime or an institution”, so yeah we’re going to see the Atlas regime full on collapse as chaos takes over in there. Team RWBY will experience its must crushing defeat. My guess would be that, after Mistral establishing Ruby’s powers and having them bring a note of hope to the narrative and the upcoming battle against Salem, Atlas will be about the limits of those powers. I think Ruby is about to face the reason Summer died and lose to it, aka the Fenrir of this Ragnarok but this is a whole other theory I might delve into in a separate post since this post is already running too long and Atlas and its connection to Norse Mythology deserves to be delved into in detail. But yeah Atlas will be on SOME shit, my dudes.

-Vacuo is summer, so Vacuo is a romance. The subordinate characters here are the companion and the bride, so basically the lovers are at the center of the narrative here. As far as RWBY goes, 3 pairs of lovers have thematic and narrative importance: Salem and Oz, Jaune and Pyrrha and Yang and Blake.

So now that the Adam subplot was carried to an end in Mistral, and after the narrative centers more around Blake, gives the Faunus cause more depth and prepares her for her future role as a leader in Atlas, what does that leave Bumbleby with narratively in Vacuo, especially Yang? The one remaining hanging thread by then will be Yang/Raven, which prompts me to believe the bees will be confronted to their foil as a relationship, a.k.a Taiyang/Raven, making the latter the fourth lovers pair to mark this arc. Taiyang and Raven coming back into the narrative at this point means we’re gonna get insight about another lover of Taiyang’s, Summer. I think Vacuo is where we’ll get all the answers wrt to Team STRQ, and after witnessing for ourselves how she died in the Atlas arc, we’ll get flashbacks of how she lived in the Vacuo one, which will be the thing to propel Ruby again after losing heart in the wake of the absolute apocalypse I expect Atlas to be. I also think CRWBY would get a kick out of having Summer be a major narrative force of the summer arc in the story.

I personally am a believer of the Spring Maiden!Yang theory and I think there’s enough set-up for it, mainly:

The fact that out of all the students at Beacon, the only contenders for the Vytal Festival by the end were Pyrrha and Yang (who only got disqualified because of the Mercury ordeal)

The way Yang is always set up as the strongest out of team RWBY

Raven was established as a foil to Blake but V5 establishes her as a foil to Yang, which culminates in their confrontation at the vault

The part of her confrontation with Raven where she establishes that not only is she stronger than Raven, but readier to face Salem and thus more fit to have the Maiden powers, which is why she’s the one that retrieves the relic from the vault. Raven might be the one to open the vault but she never gets inside. CRWBY could have had the confrontation happen after Raven retrieved the relic from within but they didn’t and I think it’s significant how Yang is the one allowed inside the vault and to handle the relic first, as if it’s always been her rightful place. 

Which means I fully expect Raven to die at this point of the narrative. There’s a part of their confrontation where Yang tells Raven about the version of her Tai told her about and the one she’s always held out for, and she asks her if she killed her, too. It’s the thing that strikes Raven deeply and completely shatters her composure as she finally runs out of excuses and has to face herself and what she’d become. I think it’d be symbolically powerful to have Raven align with and die for the just cause, thus resurrecting that version of her.

For the remaining two pairs of lovers, Salem/Oz getting a conclusion in the last act of this story comes as no surprise, as for Arkos...tbh I don’t really see anything there (yet).

As for the themes, summer is for triumph, the messianic hero defeats the enemy who is associated with winter, darkness and moribund life (if there ever was a way to perfectly describe Salem this is it). Summer ends with an achievement, usually a marriage.

Now, out of the four pairs of lovers precited, I wonder who the ones getting constant and consistent development still and all throughout the story, are both alive by the end and have been shown to get growing awareness of their deepening feelings could be?

I wonder...

;)

P.S: not saying the bees get married married but yeah I expect them not to get their kiss till Vacuo. I think too much will be happening in Atlas (V7-9) for them to actually get together so they’ll be in this...limbo of not-really-lovers but definitely-more-than-friends and we’ll see them getting increasingly closer (they’ll prolly also blueball us big time with grade A pining) but again I did not expect Adam to die as quick as Mistral so who knows

[wiceschnee]

"Finally, I've found the one person Weiss would rather avoid than me. Jaques ass Schnee."

“Don’t be an idiot, Jaune. I genuinely enjoy your company. Sometimes.” She shakes her head. “I give everyone a hard time. You’re just... A special case. The stunt with your guitar really solidified that.”

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Snowbirds of a Feather: Parallels in the Lives of Qrow and Winter

I didn't pay much attention to Qrow and Winter as a potential couple in their introductory scenes in "Brawl in the Family" because I was so blown away by the improvement in the writing that those scenes represented. Such economical exposition! Yes, the couple's relationship could be called "cute", but there wasn't any real "meat" to it at the time. It wasn't until a volume and a half later in "A Much Needed Talk" that it became clear that the two of them had lived parallel lives on opposite sides of the track.

Let's revisit those scenes from the start of Chapter 3. Not a lot has really happened yet. So far there's been students fighting in the Tournament, vaguely underhanded maneuvering from Cinder's crew, and a flashy, drunken stranger watching the fights unimpressed from a barroom TV. Then an equally flashy ship flies overhead, and Weiss runs off showing more joy than she's shown in the entire series to this date. The drunkard also notices the ship, and declares it a warning of a far bigger fight than anything going on at the Tournament.

Weiss introduces the audience (although not Ruby who is standing right beside her) to her flashy older sister, Atlas Special Agent Winter Schnee. It's a painfully awkward meeting. My first reaction to Winter was, "What a tin-plated asshole." A second later it became, "This is the most socially awkward character in an entire show full of socially awkward characters, and probably the shyest as well, hidden underneath a thick armor plating of formality."

In their meeting the Schnee sisters are each "code-switching" with each other between two different behavior models without seeming to find anything odd about it, and giving poor Ruby (and the audience) a case of whiplash, as well as a sense that things are seriously messed up in the Schnee family. Weiss vacillates between excited little girl and cold formality, with a side order of abusive to Ruby when Ruby is informal. Winter vacillates between cold, sneering, condescending, and abusive; and mere cold formality. In the case of both sisters it quickly becomes clear that cold, sneering, condescending, and abusive within a hierarchical structure is what they grew up with. Winter can sneer at and abuse Weiss, but Weiss can't do the same back at Winter. Instead, she abuses the lower-ranked (to the Schnee family) Ruby. More to the point, Weiss and Winter obviously expect nothing else from each other. It becomes clear that they do care about each other, but they don't know any other way to show it.

But while sneering condescension and abuse is clearly the default mode in Winter's mind for meeting with her little sister, it's not the mode she stays in. She overtly makes an effort, not once, not twice, but three separate times in one conversation to code-switch from abusive condescension into the merely cold, militaristic formality that she must have picked up at the Atlas Academy. It obviously doesn't come naturally to her in speaking with her sister, it's the abusive condescension that comes naturally, but darn it, she keeps trying!

It's heartbreaking.

This scene is just so elegant. It not only introduces Winter and shows us a ton of details about the Schnee family dynamics, but it also provides callbacks to Season 1. The audience is reminded of what Weiss was like when she arrived at Beacon and how much progress she has made in socializing. We're also given a hint as to maybe why Weiss chose Beacon over Atlas Academy if that's all the social skills her sister learned there. And we're also given the contrast between the cold formality of the Schnee sisters and the loving warmth of Ruby and Yang. At the end of the scene Winter and Weiss are headed for the dorm, where I am eagerly looking forward to Yang teaching Winter a lesson on the proper care and maintenance of baby sisters, especially baby sisters who also happen to be Yang's teammates, which may or may not involve fisticuffs.

I'm still waiting for that scene, because that's when the story takes a turn.

The drunkard lurches forward, easily decapitating two of the latest models of Atlesian Knights in spite of being unable to walk in a straight line, and begins hurling insults on the Atlas military directed at it's highest ranking member present, Winter. He calls her ship "gaudy", which while it is objectively true, is also ironic coming from the only man we've met who wears a cape. She calls him "Qrow", the name of Ruby and Yang's heretofore unseen uncle, and he calls her "Ice Queen", to the confusion of Weiss.

In this scene what Winter doesn't do is even more interesting than what she does do. She's being insulted by a falling down drunk, and she DOESN'T respond with the same sneering condescension she just used on her own dear sister, even though many people routinely use that tone with drunks. She maintains a now angry formality. He's handing her opportunities to sneer on a silver platter, and she's not taking them. This tells us that sneering condescension is a holdover from her childhood, not something she normally uses in her adult life.

More importantly she allows her own little sister to prance right up to this drunkard and confront him. She doesn't react at all when the drunkard puts his hands all over her sister's head and uses it for balance before gently pushing her sister to the side. This scene tells us one of two things. Either Winter doesn't care about her little sister's welfare, or she is convinced that even though obviously incapacitated by alcohol, with his motor functions, vision, and reason clearly impaired, the drunken man is in spite of this no threat to the young woman. That level of conviction speaks not only of lots of prior experience, but a high degree of trust in spite of their current animosity.

The insults continue with Qrow upset about Ironwood's humiliation of Ozpin before the Vale council at the end of Volume 2 , reminding the audience of that development. However much the two leaders have been downplaying their disagreement in their personal meetings, it obviously has their loyal bannermen up in arms.

(Some people have assumed that Qrow and Winter were former lovers, but I don't see anything here that really supports that premise. They're simply arguing over policy. Lovers would have a more thorough knowledge of each other's buttons.)

Winter holds her ground until Qrow starts threatening to blab state secrets in the public square, then she changes tactics. Unfortunately for her she attacks him instead of grabbing him by the arm and dragging him somewhere out of earshot. But it's fortunate for us, as we get the best 1v1 duel so far.

As good as it is, it's also clear Qrow is holding back. Judging from the Ursa we will see Winter summon in the next episode, so is she.

Qrow keeps one eye on the Beacon Tower, and when he sees Ironwood coming up behind Winter, he goads her into attacking an unarmed man in front of her superior. In this way he publicly humiliates Winter as Ironwood's proxy in a similar manner to how Ironwood has publicly humiliated Ozpin with the council. The action is childish and petty, but not personal, a drunken, juvenile payback.

Winter's opinion on the prank isn't known, but she is clearly furious.

Then the action switches to inside Beacon Tower, where it becomes clear that both combatants are intensely loyal to and highly valued by their respective Headmasters, although Qrow outranks Winter and has her thrown out. Then we move on to info dumps and plot developments galore.

The way these scenes fold so much information inside them is vastly improved over the first two Volumes. But as lovely as our snowbirds look together, there's no real reason to ship them - yet. That would wait until we began to get Qrow's backstory in Volume 4. Once Qrow begins to talk about his childhood, it gradually becomes clear how much his life story has echoed Winter's life story. Shall we count the ways?

1) Horrible childhood: Qrow grew up an unloved, unwanted child in a chaotic, abusive bandit camp, and quickly becomes the camp scapegoat. From what we have seen Winter grew up in a home that was cold and abusive, where order and affection came from the servants, not her parents.

2) Grew up in the shadow of a narcissist: Winter grew up in the shadow of her narcissistic father Jaques. Qrow appears to have grown up in the shadow of his narcissistic sister Raven. Both narcissists have shown that they only regard other people as tools or enemies, including family. This tends to leave a child with major insecurity issues.

3) Escape to Academy: Both Qrow and Raven made it to Huntsmen Academies, where they encountered genuine order and a semblance of fairness for the first time. The Academy was the first decent thing that happened to them, and in that environment both of them blossomed.

4) Remade themselves into the Headmaster's pets: Both characters appear to have used their time at their respective Academies to reinvent themselves. Both of them took the ethos of their schools and their Headmasters to heart. Each one strove successfully to become their Headmaster's trusted eyes and ears in the field.

5) Flashy exterior, insecure interior: In each case a flashy exterior conceals deep insecurities.

6) Guilt over children: This one's a bit of a stretch, but not much. Winter constantly telling Weiss she has to be strong sounds like guilt over the fact that Winter had to leave Weiss behind in an abusive situation in order to go to Atlas Academy. As for Qrow, after growing up unwanted I think he would have panicked over Yang and Ruby growing up motherless, tried to be there to help Tai as much as he could, and felt guilty about having to leave on missions for Ozpin, which wouldn't help his drinking any.

7) Socially Awkward: They're both socially awkward. Winter conceals her social awkwardness behind a formal exterior. Qrow hides his social awkwardness behind drinking and physical seperation.

8) Arrested Development: Both of them successfully escaped traumatic childhoods and reinvented themselves as Teacher's Pets, completely loyal to their respective saviours. And there both of them seem to have stopped maturing. Growing any more would have meant questioning their idol, and neither one was willing to do that. We saw how Qrow was shaken to his core when the man he reveres turned out to have feet of clay. Should Ironwood fall from grace, it will be no less traumatic for Winter than Ozpin's fall from grace was for Qrow. But perhaps on the other side of that they will both finally find themselves standing as their own people.

[katsens-writing]

Meeting the Team

Summary: You’re a SHIELD agent doing some research on your future co-workers... until you run into one of them.

Word Count: 2.1k (give or take a few)

Content: Fluff, maybe a little angst? Let me know if I need to add any!

A/N: This. This thing right here was supposed to be just a simple, short and sweet meet-cute. Three stories and three weeks later, I’m done. This and the second story, Meeting the Agent, are parallel running stories but you should read this one first. The third story is called Meeting the Sergeant. It should be read before or after Meeting the Team and Meeting the Agent. Let me know what you think! I might make more from it...

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     As soon as you got through security at the museum, you went straight to the exhibit you were looking for. It’d been a while since you had been to the Smithsonian, but you knew the way from memory. You smiled wistfully as you walked past other familiar displays and cases. Weaving through them was like walking down memory lane for you. Finally reaching the exhibit you had come to see, you opened your notebook and pushed the brim of your black baseball cap up with the end of your pencil. You remembered the first time you went to see the Captain America exhibit with your mom. You must have been only four or five then, but you loved it so much that you wanted to go there for every birthday and special occasion. By the time you went to see it on a class trip, all the museum employees in that wing knew you by name. Eventually, you guys moved away when your mom was assigned to an embassy. You hadn’t been there in years when your mom heard from some old work friends back in D.C. that the Smithsonian had added an Avengers exhibit. As soon as she heard, she immediately booked some plane tickets to go see it opening day, as a surprise for your birthday. The second you saw it, your jaw dropped in awe. After walking through it you whipped around and told your mom that you were going to be an Avenger one day. You remembered your mother’s amused expression as you marched off to the Captain America exhibit.

     When you got your acceptance letter from the academy years later, you both jumped up and down screaming and crying. Just a month after that, you said goodbye to your mother and moved back to the States. Two years later, your mother wept in the audience as you walked across the stage to receive your badge from Nick Fury and shake his hand at the SHIELD induction ceremony. When you met her for lunch last week in Prague and told her about your new assignment with the Avengers, you could’ve sworn she was going to pass out. Now here you are in D.C., reading up on your future coworkers. You already knew so much about most of the team, but you wanted to refresh your memory before meeting them.

     You read over the story of Captain America again, even though you practically had it memorized even after all these years. As you walked through his exhibit, your eyes fell on the section dedicated to the Howling Commandos. You remembered hearing talks of the museum restoring the mural of Captain America and the Howling Commandos, so you quickly jotted down a reminder to check it out later before you moved over to the panel about them. You read through the brief articles on display about each of the commandos, for fun more than anything.

     ‘Caporal Jaques “Frenchie” Dernier, France, born January 2, 1911. Explosives and demolitions expert. French resistance.’

     Frenchie? You thought with a smirk. How original.

     ‘Private Gabriel “Gabe” Jones, United States. Born August 14, 1918, in Macon, Georgia. Translator and Communications Specialist. United States Army, 92nd Infantry Division.’

     I remember learning about him in high school. You blinked thoughtfully. I think he was the one that arrested Zola.

     ‘Corporal Jim Morita, United States. Born October 20, 1919, in Fresno, California. Marksman and Medic. United States Army, Nisei Squadron.’

     Brigadier James Montgomery Falsworth, Great Britain. Born January 2, 1914, in Birmingham, England. Tactician and Marksman. British Armed Forces, 3rd Independent Parachute Brigade.

     Huh. He had two kids. You blinked, pleasantly surprised.

     ‘Sergeant Timothy Aloysius Cadwallader “Dum Dum” Dugan’.

     Your eyebrows rose a little and you tried to stifle a laugh but it ended up coming out as a small snort. That’s a mouthful. No wonder he went by Dum Dum Dugan.

     You kept reading. ‘United States, born April 11, 1912. Transport specialist. United States Army, 69th Infantry Regiment.’

     You tilted your head curiously at a series of panels you hadn’t seen before, covered in newspaper articles, headlines, and various official reports. Drawing closer, you realized they were a replacement for the old panel ‘A Fallen Comrade’. You began reading the first panel titled ‘James Buchanan Barnes: War Hero, Winter Soldier, Avenger’. You casually scanned the headlines and titles until one caught your attention. Your eyes widened in shock and you froze as you realized just what exactly you were reading-- you had been there.

     You had been working for SHIELD for almost a year when it fell. You were in the control room when Alexander Pierce ordered the manhunt for Captain America and declared him a fugitive. You were in that same room when Captain America revealed over the P.A. system that Hydra had taken over and you did everything you could to fight back, passively and physically. After the helicarriers were launched, you and your coworkers managed to retake the control room, but it was too late. You contacted the aerial commander and told him to gather all SHIELD pilots. You lowered your head, a wave of guilt washing over you. One of them must have been Hydra. They never made it off the ground. 

     You were literally forced to watch helplessly as Steve fought the Winter Soldier on the helicarrier and your heart stopped when you saw him plummeting to the earth, watching in horror as the fiery wreckage rained down upon him from the sky above. You were five floors below where one of the helicarriers crashed into the building. The impact was bone-shaking and caused your Hydra captor to stumble, allowing you to gain the upper hand. After subduing him, you grabbed his radio. Without hesitation or authority, you took charge and immediately organized and coordinated search and rescue teams. You scattered the teams all over the SHIELD compound, the river, and its banks to look for any survivors, before joining one yourself. Now with SHIELD reforming, you were one of the first agents to return. After having already proven your loyalty, you were an easy choice for your new assignment.

     You shook your head to clear your thoughts. ‘James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, aka the Winter Soldier, possibly the world’s deadliest assassin and Hydra’s greatest weapon and asset.’

     You winced as you read that part. Why did they have to include that? You wondered. He’s not some tank or fighter jet.

     You continued reading. ‘Originally suspected in the terrorist attack on the Sokovia Accords Summit that led to the deaths of many ambassadors and political figures, Barnes was later found to be innocent, another victim of the real culprit, Sokovian nationalist Baron Zemo.’

     Your eyes narrowed as you read exactly how much the article had on the summit bombing. You were one of the few who knew the whole story. After SHIELD had fallen, you went to work for Stark Industries, where you met up once again with Maria Hill. When the news came out naming Barnes as a suspect in the bombing, you were one of those assigned to keep tabs on Steve, though you never found anything... as far as anyone knew. When Maria quietly slipped off the grid without a word to anybody, you were the only one to notice, and you made sure of that by covering her tracks.

     You never really believed that Stark honestly expected you to turn in Steve if you located him, not when he knew your history. He knew how painful it was for you to track Steve and how it reminded you of when Hydra had taken over SHIELD. He knew that for you it felt just as wrong tracking Steve then as it had before, yet he still assigned you to the task. You smiled to yourself, in spite of the painful memories. You would never forget the day when Tony received the call saying everyone had escaped from the Raft; you could hear Ross yelling at him on the phone from two rooms away before Tony sauntered into the main office with a barely concealed grin on his face. He definitely looked far more amused than he should have, considering.

     After you finished reading the new panels, your eyes drifted back to another old one about James. ‘Born in 1917, James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes was the oldest of four kids. He lived in Brooklyn where he was an excellent athlete and student. He enlisted in the Army shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor and was assigned to the 107th. His unit was sent to the Italian front where they were captured by Hydra. Separated from his unit, Barnes was starved and tortured...’

     You blinked your eyes and looked away; you knew what happened after that. Your eyes fell on a display of pictures of Captain America, Bucky, and the Howling Commandos. You drifted over to it. Scanning the pictures, you couldn’t help but smile as your eyes fell on one of Steve and Bucky at one of the allied camps. They were standing side by side with lopsided grins, but Barnes looked like he’d just woken up from a nap.

     “Ugh, of all the pictures they had...” you jumped at the sudden voice behind you and spun around to find a man shaking his head, looking down at the ground. “They just had to pick that one.”

     The man lifted his head, revealing his face that had been hidden by the brim of a grey baseball cap, and your eyes fell on a familiar lopsided grin accompanied by a pair of startlingly blue eyes. The man looked a little embarrassed. Your own eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly in surprise.

     “Bucky!” you gasped softly.

     The former assassin just stared at you blankly for a moment. Realizing what you had done, your face reddened in embarrassment. You began to apologize, but Bucky simply waved it off. Shaking his head with a grin, he reassured you.

     “No, it’s ok, really. People just don’t usually recognize me.” His smile faded slowly as his eyes shifted to the notebook in your hands, tilting his head curiously.

     You looked down at the notebook you had forgotten you were holding and quickly pulled it closer to yourself, realizing how you must look. “It's just some research I’m doing for work,” you quickly offered.

     Bucky’s face scrunched in thought before it lit up. “You must be the new SHIELD agent assigned to the compound.”

     “Yeah, I am,” you replied, relaxing a little, but still a bit uneasy.

     “I thought you weren’t due in until next week?” Bucky looked at you, still curious.

     “Well, I wanted to get some research in. I like to learn a bit about who I’m going to be working with,” you shrugged, a little embarrassed but not apologetic. Looking into coworkers was a habit you had formed in the aftermath of SHIELD falling, out of caution and perhaps a little guilt. You had been caught off guard and you vowed you weren’t going to let that happen again.

     “Well that makes sense,” he nodded thoughtfully, almost like he understood what you were thinking. He shook his head lightly and with another lopsided grin, he held out his hand. “I’m James Buchanan Barnes. Or Bucky.”

     You took his hand and shook it, your gaze rising to meet his with the slightest hint of awe. “Y/N. Agent Y/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

     “Y/N,” Bucky repeated, a smile growing on his face. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

     You lowered your eyes to the notebook in your hand, fidgeting awkwardly. Bucky cleared his throat, almost making you jump again.

     “Well Y/N, if you have any questions, I’d be happy to help. The information here isn’t exactly complete...” his voice trailed off.

     “I noticed,” you replied, glancing to the side at the section about the bombing at the summit. Clearing your throat, you turned back to Bucky. “They don’t really have anything on Black Widow or Hawkeye.” That didn’t really surprise you, after all, what good is a spy with their face on display at one of the world’s busiest museums?

     Bucky arched an eyebrow with only the slightest hesitation. “Well, if you would like, I can fill you in on the team.” He glanced down at his watch then rubbed the back of his neck before completely throwing away caution. “Heck, I can even introduce you to some of them if you want.”

     Bucky looked up at you and grinned again, his eyes shining, and you just couldn’t help the smile spreading on your own face as your shoulders relaxed. “I would appreciate that, thank you.”

     Bucky looked down at his watch again. “Great, I’m meeting Clint- that’s Hawkeye- for lunch in an hour. You’re welcome to come,” he looked up at you and hesitated. “In the meantime, have you seen the Howling Commandos memorabilia exhibit?”

     You nodded. “Yeah, it’s been a while though. Are you sure Clint won’t mind the extra company at lunch?”

     “He’ll get over it,” Bucky replied with a grin and you couldn’t resist a small chuckle. Turning back to the direction of the memorabilia display, Bucky nods his head. “Shall we?”

     With a smile you walked alongside the super soldier, laughing and asking questions as he told stories about the items on display. You may not have learned much about the team like you had wanted to that day, but as it turned out, you learned more than you could have ever hoped.

[jaqucssx]

                ⚜  —  Have you seen (JACQUELINE AINSWORTH) around New York? They look a lot like (KATIE MCGRATH) but i don’t think they’ve even realized it! Some people say they are (OBSERVANT AND INTELLIGENT) and (IMPRUDENT AND ALOOF) but all we know for sure is they are (THIRTY-TWO), (CIS FEMALE, HOMOSEXUAL) and work as a (SPECIAL AGENT). I guess only time will tell but for now we’ll just call them the (CATACLYSMIC). 

TW: death, violence, mentions of serial killers, mentions of mental health, alcohol

⚜  —  If anyone would rather skip the lengthy background, scroll down until you find the Barricade section - that's strictly Jaques's personality and little facts about her !!

Blink

Am I just a creation of my upbringing? My monstrosity but a trait, the blood permeating my veins but poison. My lungs were bound to rotten with my first intake of air. Or am I the apple that fell far from the tree? The abnormality none dares talk of, a grim shadow lying in wait. Sunk in debauchery, afloat in a sea of destruction. The whys and hows matter little, in this narrative. No use delving deep into psychology, or theories. I am what I am, no lamentable excuses or justifications will change that.

Jacqueline Ainsworth understands enough of human nature to perceive her morals; nor black nor white, but shades of grey. Most are darker than others, more prominent. Some are hardly noticeable, but the danger is still unmistakable. In hindsight, it should be said her morals are questionable, simply put. Menace is part of Jaques’s nature; it’s in her blood, her instinct. She is an Ainsworth, after all, and destroying people is what they do best. (Or so is what she has been told in clarity by an angry mob, over and over and over again - until her name was forgotten, until Jaques was buried in their hatred and there was nothing left of the girl but a silhouette and the taste of dirt in her mouth)

Jaques remembers, if faintly - bitterly - of a time when her family’s name was not shared in hushed whispers, disdain tones, and sharp glares.

A time when the Ainsworth’s were Britain’s finest. Her parents were widely respected lawyers, their smiles kind and warm - full of love. Their only daughter - if a tad strange, was known to be well mannered, wearing the prettiest fake smile when needed. She hardly spoke to anyone besides her parents and the occasional school colleagues, but she could often be found trailing after her father in his office, or in her mother’s arm during boring functions. The perfect picture of prim and proper, the Ainsworth family were loved by neighbors and clients alike,  not a single bad word on the tongues of those who met the family.

But on occasion, one finds oneself immersed in dark waters; trouble.

Sat in the back of an ambulance, the police lights bright and vibrant amidst the darkness, Jaques hardly paid mind to her mother’s yells, which were daring to disturb the ghostly silence plaguing the night. Her attention was solely on her father, his calm eyes staring at her through the car window. Now, Jaques vividly remembers of the strangeness creating roots in her lungs at the sight of her father in the back of a police car, officer and agents crowding their house and invading their space.

Your father killed a bunch of people, the agent with kind eyes had informed her, and Jaques noticed how she struggled to speak the words - had to force each syllable and consonant out, her brain surely wondering how to best tell a girl her beloved father was a serial killer. And as her blood continued to stain the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, her mother’s cries pierced the night, and her father’s eyes never showing any sign of emotions - Jaques knew, if she was in the agent shoes, she would be struggling too.

Breathe

Jacqueline Alexandria Ainsworth was thrown to the wolves, then. Shoved into the spotlight with little guidance. They devoured her, tearing into her with their bare fangs, trying to find similarities between her and her father. The same striking green eyes carry madness in them, people would comment.

Jaques was only fifteen, then, and the weight of her father’s sins left red angry marks on her shoulders. Her nervousness was apparent by how she carried herself, how she would often hide and avoid outings. It was all there – the fear, anxiety, doubts, and darkness. She pushed it deep into the base of her spine, a place so dark it would unable to flourish under the sunlight.  It threatened to rise, to shoot up her veins and consume her – But every time Jaques could taste it, she would swallow it back through the knots in her throat.

I am not my father, Jaques would say, over and over again - to police officers during questionings; to journalists inquiring about her affairs; to herself when the demons in her mind were speaking too loud for her sleep; would murmur it when asleep, tossing and turning while her mind was lost to nightmares.

And, truthfully, Jaques is not her father. She didn’t need to convince herself of it - even if her hands still shake and she can see nothing but ghosts in the mirrors, at times. Her morals might be questionable, but that has little to do with the sins of the father, and more with her completely clueless of humanity and what is socially acceptable. Space child, her mother used to call her, slowly learning our customs.

The space child grew into an oddity - replacing her ballet classes for fighting; shoving her piano to the side of her room, filling the empty space with books and red threads. Friends became fewer and fewer - as if they hadn’t already abandoned her when the news of her father broke out - And Jaques shaped herself into something capable of good; a linguist, an author, a doctor. Options which were all dancing on her mind, but every time she closed her eyes, Jaques could see her father’s sharp smile, the monster underneath. It took so long for her to notice, but she couldn’t unsee it once it was brought to light. You must watch the details, her father had told her once, for the secrets lies with them.

Jaques had always been an observant person, gifted, and when she found out what to look for, she didn’t want to stop looking - exploring.

You are too smart for your own good, she had been told at the academy, at college, by the occasional people she struck a conversation with - And your curiosity will get you killed, her father had warned during her rare visits, amusement in his smile.

You are far too young to die.

But the seed had been planted, and Jaques found herself following down a path she could hardly return from.

None would guess the child of a monster would grow into a skilled criminal investigator. Perks of living with a serial killer all your life, Jaques had dared joke, when inquired how she was so good at what she did. 

No one laughed. And the curtains fell.

She was contacted by the secret intelligence fairly young, defying expectations and solving complicated cases, barely flinching when seeing a crime scene. She would much prefer to stay with her papers and boards, but Jaques would more often than not be sent to the field, to investigate the pieces of evidence, create a scenario - find a killer.

She had a gift, she was skilled - You can think like one, you can get inside their head, her superior would say - but the brutality of it all took a toll on her. You can’t leave this life unscathed, she had heard - and Jaques couldn’t decide if they meant the job, her father, or both.

You had no right to play God, she had told her father and plenty killers, the bitter taste of sadness and anger never leaving her mouth.

She had watched colleagues and victims die, had saved lives, and put some behind bars. Her body was marred by scars and stories, bruises she would find herself poking and disturbing. After a particularly rough case, Jaques could not get something out of her mind - You are my child, her father had once said, his tone laced with a possessiveness she never heard before. 

You are not your father’s, her mother had once said, holding a damp Jaques after a particularly bad nightmare - you do not share his genes. You can’t become him. And despite the blurriness of her mind, Jaques understood. She understood when her mother told her about Martyr, the next day, and the story of how she met Jaques step-father when she was pregnant - how he knew, and made her his own daughter.

She knew, and she avoided the fact for fifteen years, but after a bad case - 

She had nearly died, and she would have gone without knowing him - and him without knowing her. With her mind words apart, Jaques was advised to take a break from the job, was sent to New York by her superior, in the excuse of - Find your damn father and quench the questions in your mind, then do your goddamn job right.

She has yet to unpack her bags - But Jaques hopes that with time, she feels less on edge.

Backfire

Jaques   Ainsworth is an oddity and an enigma - an unsolved problem and a puzzle missing its key pieces. Not intentionally, mind you - but as Jaques will say if inquire, my brain works in its own frequency. Her intelligence has never been questioned, it had been painfully obvious Jaques had a mind like no other - one perhaps that work on its own terms - but brilliant, nonetheless. A young genius, she had been called by teachers - who proceed to ignore her ADHD and offered little to no guidance on how to coexist with her brain.

Intelligence hardly means substance, however - And in Jaques’s case, that too is painfully obvious.

The girl is smart, smart beyond what would appear at first glance - if the cheerfully pink flamingo shorts she occasionally wears are of any indication - but her personality surely leaves to be desired.

Her social skills are very limited. Jaques hates socializing, and the unspoken rules of life in society. She can hold a conversation, of course, but Jaques would much prefer not. She is fond of her silence, and her thoughts - even if those often threaten to drown her in the tempest that is inside her mind. She can come off as cold, sarcastic, annoyed - naive, even - unintentionally.

People are complicated, she would say, fingertips tentatively tapping the keyboards of her piano, head close enough to feel the vibrations, you can't pick them apart and put them back together - can't know what they are thinking. 

Jaques had a gift for reading people, yes, but her own thoughts and assumptions were unreliable, made only by watching and guessing. She could not understand people - no matter how much the eyes can tell - and for a girl who only understood facts and certainties, patterns - the not knowing could be terrifying, as if she is navigating in the darks and sharks are biting the edges of her boat.

Her own extravagances and quirks would keep people away, too. Her own extravagances and quirks would keep people away, too. Despite her quietness, when faced with stimulation - ideas and theories and passion - Jaques can babble and stumble upon her own words, talking until her lungs run out of air. But if idea stroke in the middle of a conversation, Jaques has no problem in simply leaving - no matter who is speaking or what is being said. Her silence, too, can be deafening, and Jaques often came off as uninterested. She had always been lost in her own world.

Social skills aside, Jaques is sensitive - she can’t deal with certain things; if a light is bright, it will surely give her a headache; she often flinches and jumps at noises, her ears hurting; she feels anxious in crowds, and generally does not appreciate eye contact; she tenses when someone touches her more often than not. 

Jaques is not an easy person to deal with, but she tries - tries to be social, or, at times, make herself as small and unnoticeable as possible.

Jaques's problem is that she feels too much; fears, anxiety, empathy, darkness, curiosity - A turmoil of emotions and thoughts - All destroying her, and leaving her breathless and shaken. Diagnosed with anxiety at a young age, Jaques had little guidance in that department as well.

Her thoughts would often consume her, and for that reason, Jaques has always been labeled as unstable - unpredictable. You can read the mind of a serial killer, and people fear you might slip - physiatrists would tell her, and she hated their analysis. But, despite fear, it was well known Jaques wouldn't slip - no matter how deep her understanding and knowledge of sociopaths would go, the girl was far caring - and thankfully, not in that particular spectrum.

Still, her thoughts and emotions could be overwhelming, and Jaques often questions her sanity, and feels - at times - like she is losing her grip on it. Perhaps because of the cases, mixed with traumas and her PTSD - or perhaps because she was not raised to know how to deal with her emotions - but Jaques, despite the bitterness and hatred against people analyzing her mind, has frequent therapy sessions.

Her nightmares, however, will not leave her - and Jaques often finds herself waking up drenched in sweat, the images of a bad dream still lingering in the back of her eyes.

Little facts about her;

Jaques can be charming and fun, she just don’t see the point in doing that.

Is a ballet dancer - or, was. She still dances when she needs to unwind - Dancing until her legs collapse and her lungs ache.

Knows how to play the piano, and that's something she does very often.

Can draw, and carries a sketchbook everywhere.

If life had been different, Jaques would’ve been an artist.

She does hook-ups and has tried her hand at relationship, but work would always get in the way. 

Jaques know languages - she was on her way to becoming a linguist when she became obsessed with solving crimes.

She can fight, and often trains to let the steam off - but she much prefers not to.

She is a special case agent, not officially or formally, but people know Jaques can crack complicated serial killer cases like no other. 

So she has seen some shit.

Is actually really chill and friendly when you get to know her - in her own way.

Does not talk about her father, although she can crack some jokes about it.

My father was a killer, is not a fun party joke, however - so she hardly mentions the fact, unless if it’s necessary.

Her family is known and so is Jaques. Because of her father, because of her mother's job - a lawyer that could put even the hardest to catch criminal in jail - and because of her own cases.

Drinks coffee like water.

Drinks alcohol a lot, although she can never smoke. She hates the taste.

Her house is full of books, piling on the floor and bookshelves.

Jaques is messy, especially when she is solving a case. Any surface will be full of papers and empty cups of coffee.

Doesn't sleep often - not because she doesn't want to, but because she often forgets.

Can go from wearing only black suits to wearing a floral shirt and pink shorts.

Jaques was torn when she found out about her father - But she is determined to find the man now and tell him the truth.

If only because she can’t stand the thought of not knowing something.

She is terrified, however.

This girl, despite being a genius, is a complete idiot and don't let her fool you. Can't tell you what day of the week it is and will often trip and bump into doors.

Love dogs and has one, as well as a cat.

Is always touching things and she can't stand still.

Is probably married - I haven’t decided yet rip.

[omends]

wystan blackwood, son of russian hitman andrei voronin, adopted son of aleksey donati. he established his own security and mercenary company [name to be added] after serving in the military, training under aleksey, and working as a mercenary for several years. he handpicked his crew and eventually made it into a full above board business.

while he has come to employ many mercenaries and security specialists, it is his personal crew that is often sought out by clients due to its reputation and success rate, and this was his original mercenary company. the members of his crew are his inner circle, often referred to by other employees of his company and even clients as “the wolf pack”. these are his most trusted lieutenants and operatives, and it is an incredibly rare and great honor to become one of them. most have been working with or have known wystan since he was in the military, and while he prefers to keep his work and personal life separate he would consider many family.

one of his second-in-command is jaques thayer, a french mercenary wystan has both worked with and against in the past. respecting jaques as an equal, he offered him a job working for his company, and jaques accepted. both find it amusing when someone attempts to sway jaques to betray wystan; it never works. they are incredibly close, referring to each other as “brother” in french. 

another of his second-in-command is Ari Colby, someone wystan met while in the military. Ari is partially responsible for the selection, training, and specialization of those that join wystan’s company as operatives. his wife, Paloma, is the tactical lead for the company and handler for the crew itself. they are both older than wystan, and serve as the “parental” figures in the company. they are also one of the few couples employed by his company, due to his policies on work relationships, but he knew them as a couple before establishing his company so was comfortable with hiring them both. Paloma in particular has her own wystan-approved assistants that can step in to take over as handler at any time. however, for safety reasons, ari is unable to inherit leadership on jobs. this didn’t used to be the case, but it happened once, and while nothing bad happened to anyone, Paloma admitted it was very stressful for her and forbid him from leading any more jobs. she literally threatened wystan about it.

I’ll add more info about wystan’s company and its members later ! all meta is subject to change. updated on october 28th, 2022 !

[irvinenewshq]

Even Bone Collector is skating on skinny ice at Lions: Days of repute picks are gone

Evergreen former Bok Willem Alberts’ return to the Lions staff is perhaps welcomed, however he will be on a good leash. Lions defence guru Jaque Fourie has warned that the times of repute alone dictating sure alternatives are over. He additionally notes that the Lions aren’t shedding focus following their glorious tour and might want to again it up with type at house.  He donned a Springbok jersey on 43 events and his fearsome physique led to him being dubbed “The Bone Collector”, however Willem Alberts is – by default – already skating on skinny ice at Ellis Park. The evergreen 38-year-old veteran makes a return for Saturday’s URC assembly with Ulster as he bolsters a Lions pack that has earned rave opinions following an excellent three-match tour that led to 3 victories. Nevertheless, he will not be entrusted together with his function as senior statesman if he is not going so as to add worth within the subsequent few weeks for, as Lions defence coach and Alberts’ former Bok teammate Jaque Fourie warns, the times of the staff making alternatives on repute solely are lengthy gone.  It is a bullish and refreshing stance, made simpler by the truth that the Lions’ core of kids have taken the lead in driving their facet’s encouraging enchancment. READ | 5 SA gamers followers get pleasure from watching within the URC proper now “It is good to have Willem again, he is been out of the sport for fairly some time now,” Fourie stated on Thursday. “It is all the time useful to have that have in your staff, particularly with the younger guys round. Gamers of his stature have a method of calming them down. We’re trying ahead to seeing how he’ll go. “[But] we’re on the stage the place we’re within the second 12 months of our mission and now it is actually all about efficiency. In case you do not carry out, the subsequent man will step as much as the plate if he will get a chance. “All of the younger guys which were given an opportunity this season have usually grabbed it with each fingers and made it work for them. “Gone are the times that we simply follow somebody who is not doing his work. So that you both do it or we get the subsequent man to do it for you.” Lions: 15 Andries Coetzee, 14 Edwill van der Merwe, 13 Henco van Wyk, 12 Marius Louw, 11 Quan Horn, 10 Gianni Lombard, 9 Sanele Nohamba, 8 Francke Horn, 7 Ruan Venter, 6 Emmanuel Tshituka, 5 Reinhard Nothnagel (captain), 4 Willem Alberts, 3 Ruan Dreyer, 2 Jaco Visagie, 1 JP Smith Substitutes: 16 PJ Botha, 17 Sti Sithole, 18 Ruan Smith, 19 Pieter Jansen van Vuren, 20 Sbu Sangweni, 21 Morne van den Berg, 22 Jordan Hendrikse, 23 Zander du Plessis That hardnosed philosophy extends to their present log place. Regardless of sitting fairly in sixth in a congested top-end of the general desk, Fourie believes there’s nothing to essentially rejoice but. If something, he does not need his troops to fall into the acquainted entice of overachieving away from house after which changing into unstuck in Doornfontein. “We had a very good tour however we’ve not achieved something but,” he stated. “This competitors is not gained after 4 rounds. We’re specializing in the subsequent three video games at house and need to begin nicely right here. It is vital to do nicely at house.”  Kick-off is at 14:00 on Saturday. Originally published at Irvine News HQ

[jewishsnickets]

who wants jaquelyn/olivia fic

Olivia turns to leave, take a trolley home, but Jaquelyn catches her arm, making Oliva gasp a little. If Olivia had spent more time with Jaquelyn, she would know- this is just how she is. Jaquelyn has a way about her like a flipbook, she moves not at all and then all at once, spits out her sentences in sharp, sudden ways.

“Miss Olivia Caliban, I must say that despite the worry swirling around me, around all of us in these dark days, I find myself falling into a literary trope known as ‘Love at First Sight’.”

Olivia squeaks a little. Jaquelyn is staring at her intensely.

“I...is that so? I find it-”

“Should you be uninterested in hasty romances or have a sexual or romantic orientation that does not include women, just say the word, and we can pretend I’ve never said this.”

“I...” Olivia hesitated, but made her decision. “I do have a sexual and romantic orientation that includes women, and the city seems an appropriate place for a hasty romance.”

(At this point, Olivia Caliban asked herself, to borrow a phrase from an author too busy hiding from his pursuers to catch this particular conversation, the wrong question.) 

Olivia asked herself, in her head, “Why me? What could she see in me, so suddenly and immediately? Am I special, after all? Is there really something I can bring to the world, and to a relationship?”

She should have asked herself, who made Jaquelyn act this way? Who taught her to dart an arm around Olivia’s waist and pull her down under the desk with such desperation, as if the world could end at any time and she’d might as well take as much as she can while it lasts? Why has Jaquelyn slipped so many notes unnoticed into so many pockets that she can do it while kissing? (There’s one in her jacket pocket, with information for Jaques when he picks her up, one in her shoe, which Jaques will ensure she misplaces at a certain street, and one in her waistband, just for Olivia and just in case. It says “I’m sorry.”)

She should have asked, is it even possible for Jaquelyn Sciezka to have my best interests at heart? 

Mr. Poe clears his throat from across the room and asks where Jaquelyn even is and if she can copy a memo he just received. Jaquelyn breaks the kiss as abruptly as she started it and climbs out from under her desk and the memo is copied and Olivia is sent (breathlessly) on her way. 

There’s something in Jaquelyn’s eyes in that last look she gives her (the ones in her head and the one on her ankle), something conflicted and loving and always always always desperate (in her eyes), and the tiniest flicker of something that may one day become guilt (in her ankle), but Olivia isn’t given the time to even think it over before she’s hurried into a taxi.

The answer to that last question, unfortunately, is ‘no’.