#everyone will know i dont actually have a grasp of volume and form when they see my box attempts

[de-adend-archived]

2018!🐢💜

[langstforthesoul]

Lance McClain

*Both Alteans walk into the where lance is and here him talking about his home to the mice*

Allura: Home?

Lance: *tenses but relaxes* A Place where I can go… *Looks at the hologram of earth* To take this off my shoulders (referring to the war)

Coran: My boy…

Lance: *trying his best not to cry and gives a sad smile* Someone take me home…

*After training by himself and he again is talking to the mice as Shiro walks in*

Shiro: Home? C’mon Lance we’ve been over this-

Lance: *Holding back tears and glares at the ground* A place where I can Go!

Shiro: *Shocked at the volume of his voice* Lance-

Lance: *Laughs bitterly and gestures around himself* TO TAKE THIS OF MY SHOULDERS!

Shiro: *steps forward to comfort him*

Lance: *steps back with a flash of fear in his eyes* Someone take me home… *screams*

SOMEONE TAKE ME!

*in the common room with lance and Keith fighting (again) but Keith says something that crosses the line*

Keith: I’m sure everyone back home thinks we’re dead so will you please stop comp-

Lance: *tears sting his eyes as he cuts him off* Look, I didn’t power through the struggle just to let a little trouble, knock me out of position or interrupt my vision (Talking about his dream of going to space)

Keith: *realizes what he’s done* Lance I didn’t mean-

Lance: *trying his best not to break down* After everything I’ve witnessed (Referring to all the death and destruction) After all of these decisions… *tears pool out of his eyes) all these miles, feet, inches… They cant add up to the distance of me being more than a spare paladin, a fill in until a true one comes along. Just to get to a place where even if there’s no closure… *looks up at Keith with a broken look and smile* I’m still safe… *whispers* with you…

Keith: Baby…

Lance: *Lets out a shuddering breath* I still ache from trying to keep pace *starts to leave* Please just somebody give me a sign I’m starting to lose faith…

*Lance walks through the castle halls by himself*

Lance: Now tell me, how did all my dreams turn into nightmares? (Flashes of when he died after taking a hit for Allura or the time he saved Coran from the explosion) *Begins to tremble* How did I lose it when I was right there…?

Lance: *falls to his knees*

The others: *either listening from the camera room or from around the corner*

Lance: *lets out a choked sob* Now I’m so far that it feels like its all gone to pieces…

Lance: *Screams* Tell me why the universe NEVER FIGHTS FAIR?!?!

*The others have a group meeting while Lance is in his room*

Shiro: He’s trying to find-

Hunk: *gives a sad look and shakes his head* Home, a place where he can go to take all of this off his shoulders… He just wants to go home…

Pidge: Home… *glares at Keith cause they know about the fight* A place where he can go!

Keith: *tears up* To take this off his shoulders, he just wants to go home…

Coran: *actually snaps* THEN WE MAKE THIS A HOME!

Allura: *Nods in agreement* A home where he can feel comfortable and relaxed after missions.

*Everyone in the common area now with Lance*

Hunk: Talk to us man, help us understand what you’re feeling..

Lance: *sighs and looks up at the all with cold eyes and a sharp glare* Look.

Everyone: *either flinches or tenses up*

Lance: *swallows while a lump forms in his throat* I’ve been through so much pain that its hard to maintain any smile on my face *laughs bitterly* Cause there’s madness on my brain…

Everyone: *listens intensely*

Coran: *sits next to Lance and wraps an arm around his shoulder all the while pulling him closer*

Keith: *leaning against the wall while blinking away tears*

Pidge: *sitting in front of lance while holding back tears*

Hunk: *Lifts lance up and places him in his lap while allowing coran to still hold his shoulder*

Shiro: *looks down while guilt runs through him*

Allura: *wipes her tears*

Lance: *continues while his voice thickens with sadness* So I have to make it back, but my home ain’t on a map…

Everyone: *confused but don’t interrupt*

Lance: *looks over at Keith* Gotta follow what I’m feeling to discover where’s its at… I need the-

Keith: *looks up and smiles sadly* Memories…

Everyone (Excluding Keith and Lance): *Smiles at the two*

Lance: *looks away* In case this fate is forever *looks up at everyone and gives a saddened smile* Just be sure that our last days are better…

Hunk: *Holds him tighter* Lance-

Lance: *shudders* And to all of my enemies… Dios mios *chokes out a sob as he remembers haggar and Zarkon* Please give me the strength t-to look the devil in the face and make it home safe!

Shiro: *walks over and crouches down to Lance’s eye level* Now tell me, how did all your dreams become nightmares?

Allura: *places a hand on Lance’s cheek and wipes a tear* How did you lose it when we are right here? (Referring to their love and caring for him)

Lance: *jerks away from her touch* I’m so far that it feels like its all gone to pieces.. *sobbing while glaring at Allura and Shiro* Tell me WHY THE WAR NEVER FIGHTS FAIR?! I never asked to be here! I never asked to join this war! I never asked for you to constantly remind me that I’m not good enough, that I dont train or try hard enough, that I’m the goofball, that *sobs wreck through him* THAT I’M JUST A USELESS AND REPLACEABLE PALADIN! I’M JUST TRYING TO FIND-

Keith: *gently cups lances cheeks while interrupting his hysterics* A home… A place where you can go *gives him him such a adoring but sad look* to take this all off your shoulders…

Lance: *reaches for Keith* Please I just wanna go home… *shudders* Someone take me-

Keith: *takes Lance from hunk and hold him in his lap as he sits down* I found no cure for the Loneliness, I found no cure for this sickness…

Lance: *hides his face in the crook of Keith’s neck* Nothing here feels like home, I am surrounded by family but I’m all alone..

Hunk: *grabs Lance’s and and holds it between his own* We found a cure for your loneliness…

Pidge: *crying at this point and tightly grasps Lance’s knee* We’ll find a cure for the sickness…

Coran: *wiping away his own tears while squeezing Lances shoulder* We’ll make this here feel like home, my boy..

Shiro: *gives a comforting smile* We’re here for you, and you’re not alone.

*few minutes of more crying*

Lance: *gives a watery smile* Home! This is a place where I can go, to take this off my shoulder… I feel like I can call this home..

[moonguilt]

please give me more kl headcanons.😔

OKAY people this got WAY out of hand and i wrote 7 pages of an entire au plotline so uh. sorry everybody but it’s gonna be split into at least a couple different postswe’ll call this CHAPTER 1: (chapter 2 can be found HERE)I roleplay on MMORPGs so you’re gonna have to deal with my self indulgent online roleplaying AU. There will be klance but I have to SET THE STAGE first so bear with me. basically this is just multiplayer online video game roleplaying garbage. on that note, enjoy.

hunk and pidge were the first ones to discover the video game “Voltron.” they dicked around on it just to test out the game controls and perhaps get coding ideas for a game they are trying to create, but they ended up kinda enjoying it. the gameplay has its issues but is overall pretty fluid.

hunk plays a rogue. he has to turn the game volume down sometimes because of the gross gorey noises the game makes when he stabs people. he probably would have rerolled as a different class just to escape the gruesome sound effects, but he really likes being able to enter stealth. he says it makes him feel “safe”

pidge plays a mage. hunk is under the impression that it’s because she wants to play a class with high intelligence points, and pidge doesn’t correct him. but really she just likes the idea of turning her enemies into frogs

shiro is hanging out with matt one day and ends up watching pidge play. he wants to be Hip and Cool so he decides to create a trial account and see if he likes it. turns out, he’s TERRIBLE at the actual gameplay (his computer reflexes are Bad and he keeps dying to basic mechanics on literally every boss fight. matt downloads the game and creates a priest out of pity just to help keep shiro alive while he levels)

“this is demeaning for everyone involved”

“you’re the one who has died seven times now to haxus. literally all you have to do is not stand in the fire. you’re a FULLY ARMORED PALADIN TANK how are you dying so quic—wait a minute. shiro. shiro why are you still wearing your level 1 starting gear.”

however, he finds out that the server they’re playing on has a roleplaying community! he figures he doesnt need swift reflexes to roleplay, so he starts dipping his toe into RP and discovers he really likes it. he enjoys writing stories about his heroic character, and enjoys combining those stories with the stories of other people he meets in the game. it’s like collaborative fantasy fiction writing, and it quickly becomes a passion of his

pidge and matt tease him endlessly for it. hunk is an angel and is very supportive of shiro’s new hobby. he is the only one who will listen to shiro gush about his character. unfortunately when shiro designed the character, he did not have a good grasp on roleplay, so the character is goofy looking and has an overly dramatic backstory involving dragons and a lost royal bloodline. hunk kindly chooses not to comment on it, and instead helps him develop new ideas and plots for his character’s adventures

eventually shiro manages to convince hunk to give RP a try. hunk is very careful and does a lot of research on the Voltron universe lore. he reads all the fanmade wiki pages, roleplaying guides on the game forums, etc., until he feels confident he can create a good character. he does (and eventually goes on to be a popular community figure who hosts huge server events and is friends with literally everyone, but that is several months down the line), and he and shiro begin their roleplaying adventures together

hunk gets Really Into It. fast. like faster than shiro. and he takes it SERIOUSLY; he is a total lore nerd & WILL tell you (in a very gentle, caring tone) if your character’s story/actions do not comply with the game’s established lore

“your character’s outfit is so cool! btw tho, I noticed you mentioned your character was born in the castle of lions—just wanted to let you know, it was actually only rediscovered and unlocked about 10 years ago in the game’s timeline, so it wouldn’t really make work for your character to be born there, since they’re 27 D: but if you want I can help you come up with a different birthplace :)”

keith, lance, and allura had thus far managed to resist the voltron bug. they just aren’t into mmorpg stuff, they insist. single-player games, sure, but open-world multi-player? sounds weird

lance falls first. Hunk hits him with the puppy dog eyes and its all over for him

he creates the most ridiculously beautiful character he can

“i dont care about whether my guy is a freaking dps or not, hunk, i need him to have an ass like a kardashian. WHERE IS THE BUTT SLIDER HUNK. i have a NICE ASS and i want it IMMORTALIZED IN PIXEL FORM”

he does, in fact, end up picking dps. hunk shows him the archer class and he lights up like a christmas tree

“i know you always wanted to bone legolas, so”

“i wanted to BE legolas, not BONE him, HUNK”

“sure lance”

allura falls next. her and lance’s weekly “self-care spa sessions” turn into lance rambling about all the wacky stuff he and hunk and shiro got up to that week, and she eventually cracks under the pressure because she Hates when there’s a new fad and she doesn’t understand it

“and then this guy came up to us and started roleplaying with us in ALL LOWER CASE and shiro and i wanted to d i e but hunk was all ‘nooo he’s just a newbie in need of some pointers’ and then spent the next TWENTY FREAKING MINUTES giving this guy tips and tricks about grammar and punctuation–”

within 2 days she has gotten almost halfway through leveling her new druid healer because she is Determined damn it

coran, allura’s uncle, also begins playing shortly thereafter. allura never says why exactly, but it does seem to be a direct result of her influence somehow. he plays a gunslinger class because he’s “always wanted to be a ‘rooting & tooting cowboy,’ as you call it!”

for whatever reason, he is Very Good at the game, like freakishly skilled. everyone is kind of afraid to question it so they just accept it and move on

he and pidge are really the only ones who are focusing on the actual game content anymore, so they start doing high-level raids together and then begin to gain something of a reputation as a terrifying duo in player-versus-player combat.

keith is resilient. he is a notoriously stubborn boy and no amount of puppy dog eyes from hunk or persuasive lectures from shiro will convince him to step outside his comfort zone

but lance, well. lance knows exactly how to get keith to do what he wants

“i bet you just know my character’s way cooler than yours would be”

“?? no. i literally dont care about your character or anybody else's”

“huh. guess i will just always be better at video games than you”

“are you seriously still trying to hold your killbot phantasm score over my head. you got lucky”

“i am the peerless king of video games–”

“are you listening to yourself. do you actually hear the words coming from your mouth.”

“–undefeated because you are too much of a coward–”

“fuck OFF send me the fucking download link you loudmouth”

keith takes. forever. to design his character.

lance is leaning over the back of keith’s chair, giving outrageous suggestions (and blatant lies) that keith pointedly ignores

“keith. keith if you give him neon orange hair it boosts your speed, did you know that?”

“choosing big ears gives you greater perception stats keith”

“keith listen to me, you gain the ability to breathe underwater if you choose a broken nose—OW, what the hell–”

keith takes SO LONG that eventually lance has to leave for dance lessons and when he gets back keith is only JUST finishing up

turns out he took so long because he wanted to use every resource available in the game to make the character look like a carbon copy of himself. the end result would have been impressive if it wasn’t so eerily accurate

“you’re seriously naming him keith kogane.”

“it’s my name!”

“keith it’s a ROLEPLAYING game. you’re supposed to play a ROLE”

“and my role is keith kogane.”

“that doesnt even fit the naming conventions for the humans in this game! hunk would be having a FIT right now if he was here”

“good thing he’s not”

keith selects the warrior class because, as lance repeatedly and petulantly insists, he is a “boring basic bitch fuckboy”

“im the fuckboy?? thats rich coming from a guy who plays an archer because he has a big fat crush on orlando bloom in a blond wig”

“HUNK is spreading LIES okay I do NOT have a cru–”

“i dont know what you see in him. he’s literally just a white lotor”

“you TAKE THAT BACK”

to be continued :)

[trig-loves-clowning-around]

Ashes to Ashes

Another bloody slasher for fun

Dad had his eyes on the property for some time now, he had been buying up the whole neighborhood after the slaughter and burning of the Marshall Family. 

Tragedies came with discounts after all and everyone seemed eager to get out. 

Reports stated that many were paranoid, police were busy trying to catch suspect Arthur Jones for the needless slaughter as it was reported he was a racist against Stacey Marshall marrying her African American Husband, Edwin. 

At least that was what the news was covering, but it didn't concern my father. 

You see he was the richest man in Cadans, he wanted to buy all the property and build a gated community for a profit, it had been a few months since the tragedy and it seemed all were eager to leave. 

For sale signs littered the neighborhood, many sold as my dad swooped in to nab the property, no one knew why everyone was so eager exactly.

"Once tragedy strikes paranoia sinks in" I recalled my father saying as he showed us the amount of cheap properties he had swooped into grab, even the murder site was in his grasp. 

Every property had been sold off, except one and it was driving him mad.

The old house that was only big enough to have 2 bedrooms and a kitchen and looked like "a pile of burnt shit" to quote Jeffrey Abbot trying to get the property from the city, however.

The owner was still around and they kept it as some sort of memorial. 

"What do you mean memorial?!" Jeffrey Abbot yelled out in frustration over the phone  "Its been fucking years when it happened! It's an eye sore to our good town!" 

"There is no HOA and the yard is being kept up and the house, we can't really do anything sir" the secretary squeaked out quietly.

"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM I OWN THIS TOWN!" he yelled 

"Dad please she's not in charge of the local law" Jeffrey abbots oldest daughter  Jennifer, said quietly behind jim, the young adult that was helping him manage all his property. 

"Sir I'm sorry I-" the secretary went to apologize and the rich man hung up the phone shaking his head 

"A memorial, what a waste of property…" he hissed to himself before perking up 

"Go get Jr." He demanded looking at his daughter.

"Now" 

Jeffrey Abbot Junior was sent at once to the Neighborhood with a group of his friends, Charles and William. 

They drove to the several new properties in Juniors car, top down wind blowing through their hair 

"So what're we doing?" Charles asked as they were told not to talk about it until they were driving in the dark of night. 

"Dad wants us to wreck up the last house, ruin the 'memorial'" he used one hand to make finger quotes "then the owner will want to sell, no one lived in that house for like 10 years dad said" the teen explained 

"I got spray paint and some other fun things to use in the trunk" he announced as they drove into the ghost town that was the neighborhood 

"Memorial for what?" William questioned a look of upset on his face. 

"It's never been a memorial, just a squatters haven" Junior retorted "they shouldn't be in this town anyways so it doesn't matter"

He said parking on a road behind the charred house. 

"Cmon, dads paying us like a grand to deface this poor excuse of a house" he said jumping out. 

Charles was very excited jumping out along with him, william hesitated, his brown eyes filled with worry as he ran his hand through his brunette hair. 

"I don't know guys" he said "what if it actually is a memorial…" 

"Then all the more reason to take it down, no one important is using it let's have some fun" Charles retorted as Junior popped open the trunk grabbing a can of red spray paint 

"Cmon dont be a pussy, dude" he teased as Charles grabbed a wooden bat "got your favorite color paint, let's tag some shit" 

William paused before nodding and jumping out to grab some paint, they were known vandals but their daddies always bought them out of trouble when they were caught so there was no real consequence, william reasoned as they started to walk to the house having to cut through another backyard Junior's father owned to get to the house. 

It was an eyesore during the day but it was downright terrifying at night. Something was off, a feeling settled in the pit of their stomachs.

"Oh fuck dude this is creeepy" charles commented 

"You got the bat you go first" william said standing behind Junior

"No fucking way dude!" 

"Then give me the bat, bitch" Junior said throwing his spray can to his friend not caring for his volume 

"No fucking way I like having protection asshat" charles replied letting the spray paint can fall to the yard. 

A shadow crossed the back window to the house as if there was someone inside yet none of the bickering boys noticed 

After a bit of wrestling Junior got the bat "let's start inside before we do some real damage," he said as he marched to the house shoulders squared as he made it to the back door to force it open, the old wood squealed in protest while one hand held the bat ready in case a homeless man was sleeping there, nothing. 

"Cmon pussies no ones here!" He called before marching in 

The others ran after their friend ready to do some damage. 

It looked as if it had several squatters inside, opened and unopened cans were scattered on the floor, there was ash in the fireplace in what seemed to be a kitchen with how the floor had tile. 

"Someone get a light" junior recommended as their eyes adjusted to the darkness, after some fumbling William pulled out his phone to turn on the flashlight. 

"Alright clear the other rooms and we'll have our fun" Junior commanded and walked to the two bedrooms they split up to get the vandalism done fast to lessen the risk of getting caught. 

Junior and Charles went to open the first door, there was a sleeping bag but no one inside, there was a queen bed frame and dresser completely damaged by flame. 

From the second room william entered alone spray paint and flashlight at the ready "is that a cro-" there was a Yelp then silence. 

Charles and Junior looked at each other before going g to the other room, figuring he was playing a prank since they were all so freaked out earlier. 

While the first bedroom had a large window that let in a lot of light the second had a small window that was shattered in pieces the old glass had been cleaned up. 

In the middle of the room was two small wooden crosses. 

"What the fuck?" Junior asked allowed taking a step forward into the light of the moon shining through the broken window. Wherever william was he had turned off his flashlight since it was dark. 

They could only make out crude shapes from the shadows as Junior took another brave step through the hallway. 

Splash

"What the fuck?" Junior asked looking down, he could see a slight puddle forming around his feet "william this ain't fuckin funny show yourself or I'm beating your ass" he called as Charles pulled out his phone to turn on the flashing 

The smell of iron hit their noses and as the light properly illuminated the room Junior let out a scream. 

Blood was streaming from a wound on William's throat, a large gloved hand clamped around his mouth before he was shoved unceremoniously to the ground uncovering the masked person holding a bloodied axe. 

Charles let out a scream when his brain finally processed the horror in front of him and bolted as the murderer advanced Junior raised his bat but got a smash to his stomach with the blunt side of the axe sending him crashing to the floor in need of air while the crazed murdered in the has mask advanced on Charles, who was out the back door to the fence 

Too bad the neighborhood was a ghost town. 

The killer launched the axe with practiced ease as Charles tried to scramble up the chain link fence. 

The axe lodged into his back and he fell with scream onto the grass, landing on his side as the killer jogged over to the wounded teen. 

They crouched down, most of them were covered, charles stared at his reflection in the killers goggles as he took his head in their hands almost in a gentle embrace while he sobbed in pain. Trying to cry for help from anyone. 

Their hands suddenly moved roughly and with a sickening crunch as Charles's neck snapped. 

The killer straightened up to get the axe out of the back of the boys body when they heard the sound of footsteps running to get to the front yard, Junior was trying to run, bat gripped in his hands until his knuckles turned white, he was running across the street, the Marshall's burned down house. 

He was taking deep breaths as he ran tears streaming down his face, his body had blood on his back his friends blood, his gut ached as he ran. 

He ran into the area of tragedy, hiding in the  ashes of someone else's death. 

"Mommy…" he whispered tearing up as he was trying to stay hidden as he figured it was his best chance. 

'Someone should've heard the screams right?'

His blood ran cold when he heard footsteps and crouched down to stay low as the echoes of boots echoed against the foundation of the tragedy his father was planning on tearing up the next day. 

His dad oh God it was all his fault

Junior was staying low to the ground shuffling along what was left of the wall in order to stay as quiet and small as possible. 

There was a sound of the spray from the aerosol can, the one they left on the lawn. 

He covered his mouth to muffle his breathing, he could hit them with a bat and make a run for it. He reasoned before getting up to wait as the sound of spraying got louder, every once in a while they'd let out a stream of paint as if a game of Marco Polo, letting Junior know they were getting closer… closer. 

Junior shot up getting ready to swing when the murderer rounded the corner but his eyes were painted red from the can releasing its paint. 

He screamed dropping to the ground at the pain of the foreign object touching his sensitive blue eyes. 

He rubbed them furiously with his hands while the killer dropped the can to pick up the bat slowly 

Smack

Smack 

Smack 

The sound of wood smashing against the head of the boy in a constant cycle of pain the pain was blinding as Junior tried desperately to escape getting weaker with each smack 

Crack 

The force of the blow broke the wooden bat in half and Jeffry Abbot Junior was left unconscious laying under the killer who flipped him on his back using the splintered end of the bat to force in his stomach over and over the sharp splinters lodging into the soft flesh of his stomach leaving him to bleed out. 

After some fumbling the killer pulled out the car keys from Junior's pocket before dragging him off to find the car they had come in. 

My brother had been missing for weeks before they were found, two towns over. 

Father had a wide scale investigation starting at the house he sent my brother and friends to vandalize, the only thing they found was the very awkward quiet gardener, he was mute and one came by once a week so he didn't know anything had happened in the first place. 

There wasn't even a drop of blood in the house. 

I hoped he just ran away to mom's to tell her he was up to his old tricks again but no. His car was found two towns over, it hadn't been broken into but the upholstery was taken, torn out the keys were missing, we broke into the trunk and the three were there, in a decaying bloody mess, dismembered to fit in the trunk.

Arthur Jones had struck again police theorized and the search was more intense. 

But the message was loud and clear in my mind. 

Someone was protecting that… that house and father was to blame for the death of my little brother… 

[helihi]

The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty: RWBY Vol 6 E 12

I wish I could’ve enjoyed this, but the fact that this episode could’ve been perfectly merged with last weeks episode for a rightful 23-25 minute episodes makes me angry.

Overall rating: 3/10

A.N.: First we got all buildup, now we got all pay off. Why do they keep doing this?

The Good:

Quick spoilers for the review ahead: most of the contents of this section are about the Bee vs. Adam fight. In fact, the 3/10 rating is earned because of this since I was just bored during the fist half and during the cliffhanger.

A quick shoutout to Ruby for figuring out an alternative way to neutralize Cordovin without yelling it or making it as obvious as Oscar’s plan was. TBH the writers did a poor job trying to execute the first plan by being just as obvious to make it not work.

This week the fight between Blake, Yang and Adam continues, but unlike last week, both girls get to fight by each others side. What’s really interesting about the scenes showcased on this episode is the way both adapt to their current circumstances and still manage to get that sweet Bumbleby combo we’ve experienced in previous volumes.

They are both quick on their feet, always in sync. Blake’s evasive technique and light hits help to destabilize Adam while Yang carries the punch (literally). She distracts him and positions him right where Yang needs him to be. Not only that, but she makes sure Adam cannot absorb any of Yang’s heavy hits, completely conscious of how that can backfire.

Of course, the ribbon combo attack the pair is known for makes a comeback. This time, Yang grabs what’s left of Gambol Shroud to protect Blake and is the one throwing her partner around.

The flying cat Faunus is not strong enough to break Adam’s stance and she’s thrown away, and her aura breaks. Like everyone guessed, Blake’s aura is purple, the same shade Yang’s bandana is ;)

Now is Yang’s turn to hold her ground against Adam while she keeps an eye on Blake, who could easily fall to there death. hOW THE FUCK CAN SHE CLIMB WITH HEELS.

“The moment of truth, Yang. Do you think you’re faster than you were at Beacon?”

Yang trembles.

“Me neither.”

Here’s the second thing I wanted to point out about this fight: Adam still tries to use manipulation to get the upper hand. He knows a part of Blake still fears him, and he knows Yang’s trauma is associated with him.

Again and again he has tried to exploit this, but once more: he fails.

Yang goes for an evasive tactic rather than an offensive one, more proof of her character development.

Adam continues taunting, because he has no other tools or tactics he can use. He desperately tries to clutch to power, even though last episode showed him that Yang and Blake are at their strongest when together.

This is why he wanted to sever that link in volume 3. Even if he didn’t know how good of a team they were, he knew the best way to break Blake was through Yang.

“What does she even see in you!” remarks how out of his element Adam is. He lost the fight before he actually lost it.

Yang’s Semblance makes a return, but TBH the animation was pretty underwhelming considering we’ve waited for its comeback for about 3 years. I think Adam’s Moonslice animation has been maintained. Everything from the color palette shift, to the way the red on his outfit lights up. His presence is there.

Yang’s Semblance doesn’t bust in victorious and glorious. It’s more like a tame flame. I appreciate the fire effects, and the way Yang’s moments are highlighted with 2D yellow effects, but where’e the frame distortion? The glowing red eyes? The final punch was nice, but overall, I’m disappointed.

Finally, the moment we all have been waiting for comes: Adam Taurus’s death. Have some popcorn peeps. There was no other way to end the whole arc, Adam was irredeemable.

If you wanted me to be honest, I thought Adam was going to fall to his death in some fight scenario where he was so consumed by anger and his obsession that he looses it; or Yang was going to be the one ending it.

Having them both kill him, with both halves of Gambol Shroud no less, is so fucking powerful and fitting. Of course, quite traumatic for Blake, who would be the one most affected by it.

I think they nailed the reaction. Aside from the obvs Bumbleby excitement, Blake breaking down, the remainder of the promise and Yang comforting her so delicately is the perfect way to end this arc.

Unfortunately, it isn’t quite as cathartic and beautiful since we’re cut short by the need to establish another cliff hanger.

The Bad:

I see people left and right on RT’s forms, Tumblr and YouTube praising the CRWBY for getting better at pacing or even “nailing” it.

Boi, oh boi, could you not be more wrong.

This episode could and should’ve been part of last episode. There’s no reason why any writer would cut the momentum episode 11 carried for a cheap cliff hanger and have the resolution to the fights be concluded 7 days later.

Do you know what real shows do? They make a two parter. A half an hour special.

I could bring up AtlA, but I’m going to bring up SU.

Do you know what’s going to happen next Monday on CN?

A 45 minute special Steven Universe season finale.

You know why?

Because the best way to finalize the diamond arc is by paying off all the buildup with a huge chunk of content! The decision to have the final 4 episodes group together to deliver some satisfactory pay off will be a blast.

Yes, we don’t know how season is going to end, but I can fucking tell you this special is the best way to end this arc.

SU’s atrocious schedule has made a lot of people drop the show, and I don;’t blame them. CN doesn’t know what its doing, and it’s purposefully killing shows with this (Se also: Adventure Time).

However, if there’s something the Crewniverse know how to do is delivering a story that can fit an episode.

A beginning/set up, a middle and a resolution/ending.

RWBY doesn’t do that. Episodes are: all build up, all buildup + some middle, some middle+tiny resolution.

The only way one can truly enjoy RWBY is by binge watching it, but unfortunately, RT doesn’t release the episodes Netflix style.

Do they change and adapt their writing because of this?

No, they don’t.

The problem wasn’t that the RWBY girls were separated, it’s that the writing team doesn’t know how to properly pace a story for an audience.

Also, is anyone bothered by the fact that no matter how many times Cordovin hit the Atlesian ship, that thing could still work?

Way to kill the momentum.

The Dirty:

I see a lot of people reflagging GIFs of Ruby and Qrow showing how much the girl has grown and how conflicted he might be, and TBH I see what you do.

I know Qrow looks at Ruby and probably thinks of Summer.

Summer is dead; Ruby is not, and Qrow wants to keep it that way. But Ruby is on her way to becoming an adult, she’s the leader on her team, a figure to her friends and the protagonist of the show. She has to show she’s prepared to take a stance.

Awesome scenes guys! You forgot something tho:

Rubys conflict.

Just like the glazed over Oscars big “this is what I stand for” moment of his arc, we never see Ruby at her weakest.

People complained of this during volume 4, but have you not notice she has not broken down or showed a real crisis? This 5 minutes with the apathy is not enough, and though I love her questioning Ozpin, I feel this needed more fuel.

Sometimes it feels like the writers know what a protagonist is supposed to sound like and act like, but don’t quite get how they got there.

Oh yeah, Grimm show up btw. We all knew this so meh.

Overall rating: 3/10

A.N.: Someone should really teach Miles and Kerry the ways episodes are structured. It’s season 6 and still haven’t grasped how to write an episodic series.