#“She'll nurse her own wounds and hope that it hurts enough that it keeps her away from the tables for at least a bit.”

[crowshoots]

absolutely in my grief tonight about how jesper views his addiction and how much he fucking hates himself for it

[rogue-durin-16]

MATCHUP FOR:

@catswithtophats

Could I please get a BoB ship? I love your work 💕 I’m a bisexual girl and my pronouns are she/her. I’m a 5’7”, curvy/fit build, with green eyes and brown-gold hair. I’m a stubborn, opinionated Taurus Jewish girl. I’m a “leader” ENTJ. I’m the funny, scrappy and opinionated tomboy of oh friend group and I don’t take BS from anyone. I love to travel, ride horses, studying languages and history, trying new things, dancing the night away and indulging in hedonistic self care. I do love fashion and I do like to look my best and be “on trend”. I have been through a lot of trials and tribulations in my life, and it’s made me strong and dependable. I’m the friend everyone calls to get them out of trouble. I’m loyal, fierce as hell and will never leave anyone behind. I’m also an overachiever, working myself to the bone to be the best I can be. I always go to the best schools, jobs and “strive to be the best”. However, underneath it all, I’m a secret romantic. I love to day dream and escape into romance books and chick flicks. But I will take that secret to my grave! Thank you!!!

From Band Of Brothers I Ship You With:

Renée Lemaire

Ship dynamic:

Tough Badass x Sweet Angel™

Quote:

«I’ve seen your hands; how many battles they have fought. Dreams are not soft things, but neither are you.»

Renée Lemaire sees little of you, but it's way more than enough to evoke admiration. You're probably what she aspires to be but can't; sometimes we find ourselves wishing to become the opposite of what we are, failing to acknowledge our own qualities.

Meh that's Renée's flaw.

You surely don't fail to see how she handles herself with wounded soldiers, medics and doctors; she stands her ground pretty well.

Thus there's a great deal of mutual respect in the work field. Very professional esteem for each other. Maybe not so professional with the passing of time.

Renée finds herself secretly hoping you'd make yet another trip to the town —hopefully in one piece— so she can exchange a couple of words with you, along with a smile or two.

By the way, this introverted sweetheart is a total flirt. She'll get you to blush. Will she blush in the process, though? Duh, the method is not foolproof.

Miss Lemaire is unconsciously pulling on that hopeless romantic side of yours. You find yourself daydreaming about this amazing nurse.

You "escort" Roe to the town. Poorly crafted excuse but no one says a word because 1) you're scary, 2) you're probably pretty high up the ranks and 3) you deserve some fluff.

She patches you up —more than once, to her dismay. Renée gives you the 'not again' look and then treats you with the upmost care.

I'm getting the vibe that you don't exactly enjoy being vulnerable in front of others? Renée 100% quietly takes your hand and leads you into a private room whenever you come in hurt.

She definitely calls you stupid and reckless in french and when you go "what was that?", she gives you the fakest smile. "Nothing". Bonus points if you understand french but don't tell her.

She'll also take you aside and give you chocolate and a hot meal even if you don't have a scratch on you.

Standing a bit too close.

Stroking each other's cheeks.

She gives you kisses on the cheek. She just does. Even before you two become an item. And this bitch tells herself and Eugene that it's OUT OF RESPECT. Honey idk how to tell you—

She becomes your soft spot and you become her anchor.

She👏🏻doesn't👏🏻die👏🏻here.

NO BUT LET ME TELL YOU WHY.

First of all, this ship can not have an angsty end. Second of all, HEAR ME OUT, you save her.

You're at the hospital when they shell the city. Renée pulls you out first and then keeps going in and out to get the soldiers to safety.

This woman has no regard for her life but she has you.

At first you're trying to get people out too, but as soon as you see the roof is about to fucking collapse and the fire is too intense, you make the steadfast decision to pull the nurse out, quite literally against her will.

Spoiler, she gets furious at you and herself because she could have saved more people.

Cue angry french, but also cue you scolding her because you won't take shit. Cue a 'shut the fuck up' kiss. And probably some tears and a hug too.

Renée learned about Jewish traditions previously —wasn't her ex fiance Jewish?— but it won't hurt her to learn more from you. She's eager to listen to anything you have to say.

You two study together for fun, no matter if it's learning a new language or soaking yourselves in history, it's very dynamic and productive.

I'm sure you'll protect this angel all the time but let's not forget she's an Aries. She has your back in every argument, no matter how violent it gets, she's always willing to step in.

She teases you about watching chick flicks, but she'll watch every single one of them with you.

Gorgeous, stunning, beautiful couple. You two are just so pretty, like how. Also I'm positive you help Renée out with styling and trends.

You also teach her to indulge herself and loosen up, for which she's eternally grateful.

[19-bellwether]

An AU series in which Weiss's semblance is possessed by Salem, forcing her to do the witch's bidding. Part 3.

[CW: dark themes, body horror, mention of death]

The host's summoning rune rips open across her back and the arms of several grimm sprout forth. Their clawed hands tear at her skin until they find their grip on her arms, waist, and neck. Weiss doesn't resist. She's nursed enough wounds to know that the guest punishes every act of defiance. Salem keeps count.

"Who?" Weiss whispers with a breath. A wave of amusement washes over her, but it's not her own. It feels like being doused in cold water when you're already in a warm bath. She doesn't understand the workings of the witch's link to her, but it apparently lets her understand what the witch wants her to.

"Accepting the task already?" coos Salem's voice, brushing her ear. Weiss can practically feel the closeness, but were she to look she'd see nothing but empty space.

A spark of anger ignites in Weiss, and in response the hand around her neck digs its nails across her skin. Another one looms over her face before descending, blocking her vision behind its pitch black fingers. It's the one sensation Weiss can never force herself to grow numb to. At least she's learned to turn off her thinking when forced to kill. "Just tell me who."

Weiss hears a few dark rumblings and figures it must be the guest chuckling at her antics. "Branwen."

Her heart skips. She can't do that to Ruby and Yang (she will do that to them and so much worse). Weiss's mind racks for a out she knows she won't find but pretends otherwise. "He's been fighting for longer than I've been alive. I can't beat him."

"You will." The weight on Weiss's hip shifts, and then her left hand is bent open by the inhuman hand gripping it. Myrtenaster gets forced into her grip, and she holds it tightly. Her only comfort in these missions is the familiarity of her blade, and even that's being chipped away and corrupted by the witch.

The hand on her face takes mercy and restores her sight, and then the rest of the appendages slither back into the broken mockery of her semblance rune. Any indication Salem's presense leaves Weiss, though she's not stupid enough to hope that she's not being watched. Paranoia has long since become a background noise.

"Qrow... How am I supposed to defeat him? I can't!" A thought occurs to her, and she dares to get her hopes up for only a moment. If he wins their battle and shatters her aura, maybe the connection between her and the guest will be broken (blind hope is the arbiter of disappointment). She'll never get away with throwing the match, but an honest loss isn't out of the question..

Weiss takes a deep breath. She doesn't want to hurt her family (why do you care?). But she'll do what she must to survive and find a way to turn the tables on Salem. There has to be. Until then...

It's time to clip the wings on the dusty old crow.