#pine haven intro

[edenspoem]

before the flora.

knight!ellie x princess!reader teaser. beginning is essentially just lore. bonus excerpt with ellie and princess interaction below the sketch. wrote the intro in january. no warnings tbh. illustration by @trackinglessons :P READ THIS . PALESTINE MASTERPOST

When the universe was born, there was only fire; a slowly waning blaze. And so hence when death begins to unfurl its low, groaning bloom— there will only be ice.

Yet the heavens and earth are nay alike, as death— and life, are interwoven by the timeless nuptial that is humans, and Mother Nature. Cordial and tepid heartbeats meet with her frigid and frightening marrow this season. Flakes are falling, a howl swells in the wind, and hearths stay an undying tongue of flame in the province of Istenad. Isle of riches and hedonism gone rampant amongst those who proved meritful of a conversation spat over gilded chalices. Or those who wiped a famished tongue stroke over the sole of His Majesty— The King's tan leather boots in entreat, declaring the hide a tenfold more gullet–watering than their stale, daily spare of bread. Where high life reins, low life is there to scrub their steeds.

The wintry pearlescent tundra fringing around uncharted woodlands hums your name— it carries by gale, an airy reed of vowels pulled through your ears. 

Tut, tut, tut, the pecking of bark.

Everything seems to resound much heavier over the windows thick limestone sill. Woodwinds, the sough of pine boughs— a chorus wafted. Woodpeckers, they beat rigid timber with their sonnets of calling. The echoed tut starts to sound awfully kindred to a beckoning call of your name. And at daybreak, when the tangerine sun dips its head under the coast, you feel a magnetic lull to traverse your truest passions and slip away into the night, arctic chilled steel in hand. The quantity of hay sticking beneath your shoes collected by skittering across the night–doused thoroughfare was well enough to concern your maids on duty to dress you, brows fuddled at the streaming of straw near your door come morning.

Loop of your knuckles, bend of your wrist, a hand flexed on the hilt of a meticulously poached sword. A swing 'round your waist, a cold hale grip the air could taste, fighting off many mythic brutes of moonlight, however only conceived where dreams are airtight. The mind, it plays. The play it perceives, a viewing spread like tawny butter. Ghouls and ghastlies encircle a quaint pond, chanting away in cryptic grumbles and beastly bumbles, enraged with their slobber frothing at the fangs you tore from their sockets— deeper than artless, juxtaposed to the blinding ruby reds and dyed paper sunflowers of the theater. Your mind’s play felt real.

Unfortunate to your heart, dreams will stay dreams.

Nary a princess was meant to tune into melee, especially at your courting age. Nevertheless, your psyche has spurned from what a maiden is expected of and is completely in a haven of your own structure, your signature sanctuary. 

In the farmsteads, a forthcoming soldier harvests not just crop— but dexterity. Derived and nurtured in the faraway prairie village of Dunwich, where the fertile seasons prove flaxen of corn and the trickling sweat of every farmhand turns to gold. Any newborn granted to this quaint village is fated to form calloused hands with labor written in their palm lines as time unfolds. In their— well, her— adolescent years, the yearning for practices of gallantry in knighthood swiveled her sights to the colossal stone castle way.. way far away. Sprouting beyond the earth line, far as the eye can see.

So, she learned, she trained, she slept, partaking in a ranged cycle taught by her ruthlessly departed father: Sir Joel. Reprisal became her nemesis; never able to rend the barrier of hesitation and cleanse her shut eyes of revolting imagery. The horseman of death was not omitting the trauma of this hazel-haired soldier. A weight so burdensome, her speckled skin remembers the tales of every scar clawed into it. Like how the lips of a bard cling to an everlasting ballad.

Every knight knew well to exile any lingering ties to the past. It's been years since he passed, she understands that. Though, the heart never lies, and certainly never covets forgetting.

Ambitions stemming from legions of knights in waiting have fallen short, submerging within the moat of the castle and sinking deep into the catacombs with no elegy sung. An allegory for dreams long since vanished. A domain so valued longs for those biding life with rigid bones, such as she. Tempered by the hardships, endured like metal meeting the blacksmith's chisel. 

A vividness to her movements, flowing like a river. For it is water that soothes the most cosmic fires, carves veins into the earth's soil, descends from the heavens above and proves iron soluble. A knight so pinpoint and poised like a painter, yet so daring and baneful like a warrior of evenfall. An artisan of her craft, this knight-to-be is. Born to thrive in matters regarding protection of their kingdom and its nobility. By the sheer tenacity of her skill, she will excel. From the self–instructed lessons in a verdant pasture, basked by undying light in her hometown— to the ordained priming within the royal court. 

They were forged to be dutiful. 

You are a daughter of the illustrious King, Sagard, and swan–grace queen, Sagard— maiden name Adela, and sister of your highly revered and cherished kin, Prudence. Subsequent to her fabled rise, was your fall. A pratfall you plainly turned a serene ear from, for you foresaw its coming. Clandestine adventures and lollygagging in the marketplace earned you right in the clasp of consequences. You knew that, knowing it kept you on the balls of your toes before you'd be caught suiting into an act more repugnant— be it, no.. befogging yourself in a peasant boys' dire–in–muck rags, merely to play "boy" games as a young one? 

Sacrilege! 

Prudence was there, at every occasion, scolding with her youthful finger at the palace fore, sucking her fingertip wet of spit and dragging a stroke over your soot–strewn cheek, just before scuttling the halls in search of father, cawing, “Father, Father! My sisters become a boy again!” until it rang his fucking ears to a pulse. Hmph, father even countered his own remark of squawk, pouring through the walls, “Hah! The second son I wish I reared! Tell me, what peasants skin does she clad: butcher's boy, or of the farmer?”

Rebuking the role of royalty isn't your entire bastion of vengeance. You purely long for a world of your own color. Your self-brewn arcadia of art. In a concise phrase, desire for sovereignty. And your family chastised you curtly for every scant display of free will, short of the Queen, she is fair.

Daughter of the King, Princess of the thicket. You retain your fortunes. Modestly.

“Why don't you resemble your sister more?”

A ruby crested box designed by the best of goldsmiths is lodged at the margin of your beds footboard, safekeeping of your esteemed regalia. You possess a bedazzled amassing of circlets, veils, brocade and velvet tunics of long lengths within this box. But do any of them revel in the blessing of being worn on regal skin? Never. You opted for garbs of less gilding and jewels, so that you might taint it with whatever adventures mold under the ribbing of your foot. That shit offended your skin with its indelicacy of forgetting a human will don its fabric golds and woven jewels.

Even— court gatherings. You don the likeness of simplicity and temperate elegance. This morning's virginal aurora, a broach of light swoll from the windows arch, to the footing of your bed, made the wake of your eyes begin upon a lighting behind sheer skin. Your box of regalia shone in that incandescence momentarily. It danced, fleeter than you, irkingly so. You had to squint whilst flipping the clasps and hauling the heavy lid slanted against your bed, or else you may be heaven–blinded. “Every inch of Princess,” you intoned in quietude at the sight of glamored fabrics, “—whom I shant mirror.” and reached for the homelier fabrics, scratch of cobalt-blue linen delight brushing under your prints, you grasped your reserve tight.

“I was not made aware that there is a village wedding to be, dear sister— from what river does this dress of rags hail from?”

“It is not a brides dress, nor rags, leave me Prud—”

Prudence had blocked the shut of your chamber door with her hand flattened, pursuing, “You glum your gems. Rotting in that chest, tasting no light, no glory.”

You kept your lips thickly sown shut, casting dimly eyes to the ground.

“Shall I send for the steward so he may sell—”

“No need.”

“Hmm, most stubborn, are we? Then I—”

“I am least stubborn,” you wedged your fingers beneath her palm, prying the door loose, “—it is you, who strays your own counsel, unmoving as a mountain.” ending with the trudging shut of your door, ceasing in silence.

[++ bonus excerpt from act 2, scene 1]

“Uh–huh..” she draws out. Legato; a sarcastic reply, and wipes her tongue through the press of her lips together, “This far out? You must rebel quite often to have made a friend, I bet?” she tilts her head, a bit playful.

“You bet well— a lot, I assume?” 

Cannily, she winks, “Indeed I do.” and aligns her face onward. Gesturing to her horse's rump a second— third? Eh, whatever time— she jerks her brow with a head cock back, “Hop on, I'll take you there.”

Both brows fall, and you flinch bemused, “Wh– uh,” as you hem and haw for words, grating a stutter, “But not a moment ago you spoke of the roads recent perils—”

“Surely it's not far?” she spoke presumptuously, “I mean, you've come this far, My Lady. Nobody would travel the woods past sunset, besides you it seems.” now a matter–of–fact vocal barricade that shoves itself into your ears and winds the cogs to think cleverly.

You shan't know my transgressions, sweet Knight. You may talk.

Trust is sparse as a puddle marched in.

“‘Tis but a mile out. Bravo on your convincing, Williams.” you wry and scoff. 

“Can't fumble that name, huh?”

“I would not want to dishonor your knighthood.” 

“You honor me with your coincidental presence, Princess.”

“Honor in your mind.”

"Hmph," her breathy chuckle, a sweetness you luckily caught with ears even numbed by the snowsquall. Do not blush. Do not smile. Fuck. Guess you'll be visiting Malina after all, the gale of a displeased sigh icing your lips over as you approach that dangling stirrup.

[stepswowdsen]

【KagePro】 AyaTaka/AyaEne AU ❤️💙

Summary:

AyaTaka/AyaEne AU with a Route setup similar to MR2, but Ayano gets to meet the rest of the Yuukei Quartet. Ayano pines for Takane/Ene, who also has feelings for her.

KuroEne + AyaEne AU: Ayano wants to protect her dear friend from Saeru, while Saeru wants to tempt Ene with carnal pleasures

AyaEne + KuroEne + MaryEne ship rambles

Intro

Rambles are mainly about AyaTaka/AyaEne, but there's also KuroEne and MaryEne ship mentions too.

Sen's Ene multiships haven. Ene is my wife, so her multiships are the most interesting to me...

My AyaTaka/AyaEne dialogue scripts will be under the cut!

Sen writes about a ship that's not KuroEne or 9/6 related? Surprise surprise. I was thinking about how much having Ayano in the present plot would fuck with the canon, so I think the Route has to take place before MR2.

I write AUs for my secondary ships, sometimes. I think it'd also be fun to write a separate AyaTaka/AyaEne AU, and then a separate KuroEne + AyaEne AU

Kuroha -> Ene <- Ayano could be a fun tense love triangle between 2 enemies and the cyber girl diva they're infatuated with...

AyaTaka/AyaEne is my fave Takane/Ene yuri/sapphic pair cuz Ayano and Takane have history together.

They have personalities that are really well matched for each other, and they go well together, so I think AyaEne would be really interesting to think about… I want them to interact more.

I couldn't really find AyaEne content, so I took it in my own hands to write about them myself.

MaryEne

I think MaryEne (regardless of whether it's platonic or ship), has really interesting ship potential (based on my KuroEne AU stuff where they team up against Kuroha)

I first started thinking about MaryEne because of my KuroEne AU stuff where they team up against Kuroha, but I realized it’s honestly a big brain ship.

It’s also Snake x Bunny like KuroEne (technically, since Mary is 1/4 Medusa), but much softer, and they have great parallels when it comes to loneliness.

“Seemingly opposites, deep down similar” ship trope my beloved...

KuroEne

In my KuroEne AU, Ene being able to occupy an android body in the real world can technically only happen BECAUSE of Kuroha/Saeru, due to the extent of his knowledge…

Like, he'd be the only one who'd be able to do it, due to his capabilities. But having Ene out in the real world just makes things sexier so uhhhhh... For the sake of the AyaEne AU, ignore logic, I guess.

I took some creative liberties in my KuroEne AU too, but they're still more in-line with canon (just canon divergent)

Kuroha's the only one who'd have the capabilities to make Ene's body, so I'm not sure how her android body would get made otherwise… But I'm just gonna roll with it

I bet Ayano would recognize Ene's true identity as Takane immediately when she sees her (unlike everyone else)

AyaTaka/AyaEne AU: Dialogue Scripts

Context: In MR2, Ayano doesn't meet the rest of the Yuukei Quartet (Shintaro, Haruka, Takane) and Mary joins her family.

A landslide claims her parents, Ayaka and Kenjirou (so Saeru doesn't possess Kenjirou) and Ayano enters the Kagerou Daze and returns to the real world with Favouring Eyes.

She becomes estranged from her adoptive siblings (Kido, Seto, Kano) when she suggests killing Mary as a last resort solution since Saeru targets Mary everytime

Warning: Angst heavy

I just realized I never posted my AyaTaka/AyaEne AU ideas here???

I started writing ideas for an AyaEne AU that's similar to MR2, but Ayano still meets the rest of the Yuukei Quartet.

AyaTaka are much closer in this AU, so I bet Ayano probably brought Takane to her home to see her siblings.

I love them so much 🥺

Also these are WIPs so I used line breaks to mark scene transitions, or which scenes I still need to add to.

...

Not KuroEne related, but figured I'd post it anyways. These are still WIPs

Cuz I want AyaTaka/AyaEne to have a separate side AU at least to themselves

And then another side separate KuroEne and AyaEne AU.

Ideas for an AyaTaka/AyaEne AU (solo ship focus) and a separate KuroEne & AyaEne AU ("Enemies" both pining for their fave cyber girl diva...)

I came up with the idea of the 2nd AU just to fuel my gay side, that's all there is to it

Kuroha -> Ene 🖤💙🐍🐇

Ayano -> Ene ❤️💙🧣📱

Context

My original post has context rambles of my AyaTaka/AyaEne AU (separate) and my KuroEne + AyaEne AU.

Discussion

N: Started reading and went "Aw how cute" then saw the rest holy shit 😭😭

Me: Y'all are lucky I don't write like this for my other series

KagePro is like one of my only interests where my writing is VERY angst heavy cuz of the source material

It isn't KagePro without tragedy y'all

M:

Me: MICCHAN HELPPP

F: This was a very depressing read 😭 /pos

I mean, Ayano is willing to kill herself for her siblings so she is definitely willing to kill Mary for the sake of her siblings too

Also about killing Mary, what would happen to Combining Eyes, the Queen Snake? It'd be illogical for Saeru to possess Mary since his main goal was to possess Konoha

F: Unlike Shintaro, Ayano can read through people, so she'd easily recognize Ene

The fact she could remember how Takane was like despite her being the most soft and caring person towards her (since Takane treats people differently, she acts soft-aggressive to Haruka and competitive to Shintaro)

F: "What happened to that hero I used to know?"

Yes there are some moments where Takane is caring to the rest of the quartet, but most of the time she just treats them like that 😭

Me: Exactly, like it’s completely understandable that Ayano would be pushed to the point of desperation that she'd consider killing Mary to protect everyone from the Clearing Eyes Snake (Saeru)

Me: And that's a good point as well. What happens to Combining Eyes if Mary dies? Does he try to possess Mary to save her life just to make her reset? Does that even work? Or does Combining Eyes go back to Azami

Me: Despite their limited interactions, Takane definitely acts softer towards Ayano due to her personality.

Me: Irt that line... I personally thought of it like Ene remembering her old memories with Ayano.

I feel like she'd later express regrets for being so caught up with herself that she didn't realize Ayano's feelings (and how much she sacrificed for the sake of her siblings)

Oh yeah I recognize that but I did imagine a Route where Takane is closer to Ayano

Even in canon, most of their relationship is Ayano giving Takane advice/courage about Haruka and talking about HaruTaka and ShinAya

So I obviously wanted to delve more into their relationship.

[elleloquently]

the wretched and joyful : ellie williams

life in jackson has been life with ellie williams, your best friend that you've spent nearly every day with. it was easy to ignore the butterflies or shaking hands, until ellie starts to pull away and you're left with untangling the feelings all on your own.

| a/n - excited to finally share the intro for my new multi part fic! i have so much planned for this. had to have an intro showing cute friendship stuff before it all gets destroyed. if you enjoyed reading this, please consider commenting/reblogging! &lt;3 | c/w - general themes : ellie williams x female reader. mentions of violence, jealousy, best friends (to enemies) to lovers, angst, mutual pining, slow burn. this fic is purely for fun. with that being said, every single detail will not be canon compliant. if that may bother you, this might not be the fic for you! thank u!

you had almost died before you had made it to jackson.

you didn't really know why you weren't dead. you weren't really sure why the man with the gun took pity on you that day. maybe it really was your weakness that had saved you.

weakness, or plain stupidity. it didn't matter anyway.

when you were surrounded by a group of people on horses, you were fighting for sensibility. the lower halves of their faces had been covered with scarves acting as masks, and you didn't know if they were the bandits that assumably slaughtered your previous group or members of a rumored safe haven.

you had been scared and exhausted, fighting for your life even though you weren't even sure if that was what you wanted anymore. you yelled and spat out threats to spite the tears in your eyes, anything to defend yourself before your lungs would surely give out. driven purely by nerves, you continued waving your weapon around even when the man leading the group ordered you to drop it.

it was practically a death sentence. it should've been a death sentence, but it wasn't.

their promises of safety fell on deaf ears until you actually saw the place. even then, it was months until you got a decent night of sleep.

the man who was the first to point his gun at you, tommy, was also the first to lower it. you don't know what made him save you that day, but when you arrived at jackson he almost seemed amused.

in passing, he spoke to another man that you later learned to be joel.

"get ready for a case of deja fucking vu," tommy had muttered.

you didn't know what it meant, and you didn't know how to decipher the look that plastered itself onto joel's face.

you were the last surviving member of your group before jackson, or at least that's what you had to assume. nobody really believed that you had made it that far on your own, especially considering the state that you were in. you knew that they were weary about another group coming and looking for you, despite your honest confessions.

before jackson, before you were alone, you had been taken in by a group. the QZ was threatening to fall any day, and they had heard whispers. talk of safe communities throughout the states. with the information they had compiled across time, one of the rumors was bound to be true. you weren't admittedly close with any of the adults but on the night of chaos, they convinced you to join them.

you wanted to believe that they cared for you, but the truth lingered in the back of your mind. you knew that they knew that you wouldn't make it out. you wanted to believe that they were truly good, but when you shared your story with tommy, maria, and joel, you noticed the glances. the looks they shared. you didn't understand it until you were older, and even then it took awhile to come to terms with the truth.

your group wasn't saving you. they weren't looking out for you. they were using you. you were bait.

on the day that you had lost them, they told you to stay put in the woods. they told you that you would be safe there, because they weren't sure about what was up ahead. if the coast was clear, they would come back for you.

it wasn't true.

they had thought that they were heading into safety, and leaving you behind was a distraction to the bandits that had been hot on your trail. they had been wrong. they walked straight into trouble, and you went undetected.

and they had thought that you didn't stand a chance.

well, they were wrong. now all of them were dead and you were still here.

if only they stayed put, maybe they would've been saved too.

you were just about sixteen on the day that jackson opened itself up to you.

now, a few years later, you were proud to call jackson your home.

you had your own home, a house (though you swore that if the day ever came and jackson's population grew dramatically, you would be the first to offer it up. it was a compromise for allowing you to live on your own) to call your own, and friends. a community.

there weren't many people your age compared to the QZ, considering, but still somehow more than you had expected.

your first friend was dina, sent to check in on you days after you had first arrived in jackson. maria was concerned that you wouldn't be a good fit after you had stayed inside, hesitant to show your face. dina had knocked on your door, introduced herself, and by the very next day you had been out and about.

then came jesse. and then ellie. and then cat. and then there was less of cat, until your little group had solidified into yourself, dina, jesse, and ellie. you would thank your lucky stars every single day that you had people to relate to, people that you could talk to and really trust.

dina and jesse were great. so was ellie, just... differently. not in a bad way though. never in a bad way. joel had originally warned you that she could be a little rough around the edges, but you didn't get that. you talked about a lot of things pretty quickly. you never really knew what it was like to have a best friend, but you were pretty sure that ellie was it.

you were practically attached at the hip, once upon a time. though it became lesser and lesser as time went on, you still had a certain fondness for ellie in your heart that no one else seemed to match.

it's not that you stopped being friends, because you still hung out just about every single day. she just seemed a little different. less comfortable maybe, and a little more jaded. not that you blamed her. it was just difficult trying to decipher how she would feel each day. sometimes, ellie made you feel as though you were the most important person in the world. other times, she always seemed to keep you at an arm's length. more so lately than ever before. maybe she was getting a little sick of you, or maybe she was just drained from patrol. whatever it was, your feelings never seemed to waver.

"you're late," you observed, squinting over at the figure approaching you.

"hardly. patrol took longer than we thought. don't get picky," the figure warned, reaching a hand out to you.

you ignored the gesture, pulling yourself up from the curb in which you were sat.

"a plan is a plan, williams."

the tone of your scolding was half-hearted and the crease on ellie's forehead eased.

"any chance at a rain check?" ellie asked.

the softness of her tone made you do a double take, scanning her features for any sign of unhappiness. ellie looked fine though, just tired.

"i promised addie that i'd bring you. she's been wanting to talk to you, you know."

"i don't know what for," ellie muttered begrudgingly, but you knew that it was only because she was feeling shy.

adeline hollis was an older woman residing in jackson. you had grown close throughout your time spent there, pretty much depicting her as a familial figure in your life. besides dina, she was one of the first people to actually talk you.

mrs. hollis was quick-witted, kind-hearted, and exceptionally good with a needle. she fixed up clothes for you often, and managed to turn any stray fabrics into articles of clothing that you actually felt proud of. you felt safe around her, allowed to be vain and wish for pretty things despite the state of everything else.

you shrugged and took a few steps, allowing ellie to decide whether or not she was going to follow after you.

"doesn't matter," you brushed off. "besides, she was fixin' up joel's boots, you can play delivery girl."

"you're annoying today," ellie complained, and you knew that she was following you because the sound of her voice was pretty close.

"i'm in a good mood," you replied, frowning as the words left your lips. were you?

you could never give yourself much time to think about it. it wasn't worth a second thought anyway, not now.

"right," ellie snorted, finally appearing at your side.

the sun was so bright that it felt warm, the feeling of spring tangible wherever you went.

you glanced at ellie briefly, not trusting yourself to look more than once. her cheeks were turning pink from the sun and she looked sleepy. it made your heart swell.

you didn't knock once you had made it to the familiar front door - you knew that you didn't need to.

"addie!" you called into the home, leaving ellie to follow in after you. "we're here!"

you were quickly greeted with a hug, made to feel like each visit was a special occasion despite how frequent they were.

"there you are!" adeline beamed, catching ellie extremely off guard by greeting her with a hug as well. "i'm so glad you girls are here."

"hi mrs. hollis," ellie mumbled, a bashful smile adorning her lips. ellie's cheeks were red from the interaction and you cleared your throat to stifle a giggle.

"do you have it?" you inquired, prompting ellie's confusion from the way in which your eyebrows danced with the question.

"you'll love it," adeline assured, swiftly exiting the room and leaving you to bounce on your feet.

ellie managed to scoot her way closer to your side, leaning into you as she spoke. "what are you-"

"don't you love it?" adeline expressed confidently, holding up a long, flowing piece of fabric.

except, it wasn't just a piece of fabric anymore. adeline had worked it into a skirt for you, and your eyes widened in adoration.

"addie!" you squealed, rushing forward and hugging the material against your chest. ellie's presence was momentarily forgotten, nearly, until you spun around and held up the skirt to her.

"don't you love it?" you gushed, and ellie looked robotic in the way that she bobbed her head.

you examined the fabric closer. the faded, dainty floral pattern covering the skirt was more than you could've hoped for.

"i love it," you breathed, looking to adeline with wet eyes. if ellie didn't feel so uncomfortable, she probably would've snickered at you. "truly, thank you so much. this is beautiful," you admired.

"please," adeline waved a hand. "it keeps me busy. and you," she faced ellie, singling her out. "i don't know what that man does all day to put those godforsaken shoes in such a horrible shape."

ellie looked dumbfounded, and this time you didn't shy away from releasing your giggles.

"joel's boots are by the door," adeline sighed.

"right. thank you," ellie responded, moving to collect them as quickly as she could.

you bid farewell to adeline, expressing your gratitude about five more times until she all but pushed you out of the door. lovingly, of course.

ellie begrudgingly carried the boots as you twirled and skipped and admired your new article of clothing.

"we gotta go out now, do something special," you joked.

"yeah? what's the occasion?"

a quick glare shaped ellie up quickly.

"don't you think it's pretty?" you asked, desperate for a compliment despite the fact that you weren't even wearing it yet.

"i do," ellie agreed, quick to please you. "it's perfect for you."

"it is, isn't it?" maybe you really were in a good mood today. a real one. "what about dina and jesse?"

"what about them?" ellie mused, watching as you held the skirt carefully in your hands, not allowing it to drape on the ground.

"off?" you questioned thoughtfully, wrinkling your nose in ellie's direction.

ellie shook her head.

"really?"

"really. dina and jesse are back on. as of... yesterday?" ellie contemplated.

"wow, news travels slow i guess," you joked, causing ellie to nudge your arm.

"don't worry, they'll be broken up again before we know it. it's no use even keeping track anymore."

"ellie! that's mean," you laughed, shaking your head.

ellie felt a little guilty for teasing behind their backs but really, it was getting ridiculous. besides, the sound of your laughter eased the guilt pretty damn quick.

"come back with me," ellie changed the subject.

you faltered, nearly tripping over your own foot. "what?"

"to mine," ellie clarified. "give joel his-" she swung the boots at you, acting as if she was going to throw them. "-disgusting old new shoes."

your heart skipped a beat from the invitation and you had already known that you were going to say yes. ellie could have invited you to help her clean out shimmer's stall and you would've said yes without hesitation. speaking from experience, just once or twice...

"sure," you grinned.

if you went with ellie, you would probably spend hours listening to her as she went through her comic collection again. and then you would probably end up falling asleep. and then you would probably stay the night. you would share the bed, normal, and get a sick feeling in your stomach whenever her leg accidentally grazed your own, not normal.

determined to cling onto the feeling of a good day, you swallowed down the not normal feelings, as you usually did.

ellie looked at you and smiled, like genuinely grinned, and your fingertips went numb.

"last one there cleans shimmer after patrol," ellie taunted, the reason behind her smile no longer feeling pure.

"what?" you laughed in disbelief, just before ellie took off.

"ellie!" you shouted, fumbling to quickly catch up to her. "ellie williams! i don't even do patrol!"

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"-this one's my favorite though. i mean, look at the cover. isn't it sick?"

ellie shoved the worn comic book in your direction, causing you to blink and raise your head to get a better look.

"it is really cool," you murmured. you knew it was her favorite issue, and you already knew what the cover looked like. still, you loved to hear her talk.

ellie sat up, peering at you. you were laying on your stomach, cheek buried in the blankets of ellie's bed.

"you're just agreeing with me," ellie grumbled, suddenly twinging with annoyance at the way your tank top strap was sliding down your shoulder.

"i'm agreeing with you because i agree," you huffed, wrinkling your nose at her.

ellie placed a firm hand on your hip, shoving you to the side.

"ellie!" you exclaimed, rubbing your eyes in an attempt to wipe the sleep from your system.

"scoot over," ellie instructed, pulling up the blankets.

"hm?" you questioned while you obliged anyway. you wanted to sleep over, to stay with your best friend for as long as possible but you didn't want to be a bother.

"you're sleeping over, aren't you?" ellie acknowledged, holding the covers up for you. the room was dark but lit lightly from the window. ellie prayed that you couldn't see the way in which she held her breath.

you adjusted your body, looking curiously at ellie. "do you mind?"

ellie shook her head, patting the spot next to her. "'course not."

that was all the confirmation that you needed. you slid your body under the blankets, next to ellie but mindful of the distance between yourselves. if you adjusted again you would be touching, so you stayed still and didn't move.

it was quiet, and you couldn't tell if it was awkward or comforting. maybe a little of both, and that was okay.

"are you tired?" you questioned, turning on your side to face ellie.

ellie copied, turning to face you and scanning your features in the dark. "yeah. is that okay?"

"yeah," you whispered. "do you have patrol tomorrow again?"

ellie nodded, and then realized you might not be able to see her. "yeah. with dina. but don't worry about leaving early, okay?"

you sighed, allowing your body to sink further into the bedding.

sleep was enveloping you quicker than expected, but it didn't surprise you based on how comforting you find it to be in ellie's presence. you were nearly off, until ellie's voice broke the silence and threw you out of your sleepy trance.

"it is pretty," she whispered.

"what?"

"your new skirt," ellie replied softly, earning a sleepy grin from you.

you muttered a quiet thank you, cheeks burning and mind whirling. you wanted to say more, but you could tell that ellie was already falling asleep and you didn't want to deprive her of it.

she was so honest, so sweet sometimes. you forced your eyes open, studying the girl sleeping next to you. it made your eyebrows furrow, the way your heart pounded when ellie was this close.

shit.

turning away, you shut your eyes again and willed sleep to come.

it must've, at some point, because before you knew it the sun was causing you to blink awake and you were stretching in an empty bed. the absence never failed to make your stomach drop, even though you already knew where ellie was.

laying alone in your best friend's bed made you feel a certain level of pathetic that was almost unknown.

you could've waited around until she got back, but you forced yourself up and away.

you would see ellie again later anyway, so it was better to have some space to yourself for awhile.

it wasn't anything that you could really make sense of, you just needed to clear your head before ellie was back consuming nearly all of your senses.

it wasn't a big deal, you would tell yourself over and over.

over and over until it felt true.

[ofshampain]

                   ROMAN BAYARD RIDLEY : AN INTRODUCTION.

{ keira knightley, thirty-five, cis female, she/her } hey, roman ridley? good to see you, with all the insanity going on! still working at fish and wildlife as an agent? that’s good. i mean, you’ve been around thirty-five years, what do you make of this insanity? hey, i heard that people have been saying that you’re into creating your own codes so even you forget your secrets, escaping to the worlds of the past before you turn your light off to sleep, and having playlists for everything. you also remind people of taking advantage of being consistently underestimated, adding another language to your repertoire and driving in the rain with music blaring out, which i like. well, stay safe out there and remember to listen to the fog warnings. 

roman ridley’s parents were expecting a boy ( even though they decided to keep the birth a surprise ) and when the resulting child was distinctly not a boy, they decided to keep the name anyway. her parents are english, but she was born in pinehaven & has spent her whole life there.

so many wonder, surrounded by pinehaven residents, how roman managed to keep her parents’ accent. the truth is, she decided she liked it better, and the real answer is: practice.

she’s a polyglot. languages always came naturally to roman, and they weave into the “lives” she’s had, the “experiences” she’s been through. because she can hardly tell the truth about what she really does at fish & wildlife, absences have to be excused with stories so riveting that the asker has forgotten what question they asked by the time she’s finished.

roman ridley once won a monopoly game with only the four train stations to her name, in which she let the other players develop rivalries with one another until one by one, they folded and handed off their property to her to avoid giving even the tiniest amount to each other. 

she also dms dungeons & dragons campaigns, and is pinehaven’s official air hockey champion. ( many a guilty smile has been flashed before money for property damage is handed over. )

not the kind of person you’d expect to be a federal agent, right? exactly. she’s got a social media repertoire on conservation / wildlife issues.

( her family are wealthy fuckers, think grovesnor group, who left england after a political scandal, but their money is — unfortunately — intact. roman interacts with that money only sometimes, when it makes assignments easier, when she can give it to charities to upkeep her image. ) 

and yeah, she’s not necessarily steve irwin but she’s trying to look like she is. fish & wildlife and all that.

bisexual legend. so like, hit me up for ships if you’re willing to test the waters with roman: she can be a flirty little fucker when she wants to be, and she’ll happily pay the drink tab out of her asshole parents’ money. 

non-committal. like really, roman doesn’t know what that is. she’s a rolling stone who loves open relationships, but the closest she came to going exclusive was with marielle belcourt, a frenchwoman who went missing when the fog came down two weeks ago. 

motorbike bi (tm). 

it’s not like they’d miss it. they don’t miss her. they live in the same town and they haven’t spoken in many a year.

she really does have playlists for everything! she’s got to vibe, dude. if she doesn’t vibe it interrupts her flow, and that’s never good. not for her or for anyone who’s unfortunate enough around her.

entp-a. slytherin. eight with a seven wing. 

[mystxcjasper]

 ║ Jasper Lobeke • Thirty three • Pine Haven • Fish and Wildlife Chapter ║

hello hello! i’m stella, 24, she/her pronouns please, and in the cst. this is my lil sweetheart bumpkin wanna be named jasper. he’s honestly a peach who really needs someone to help keep him on track and now just a general mess with life. this man may be smart but one look at his desk and you’ll know he needs HELP!!

And so, I give you wonderful Jasper:

—   x . Jasper grew up a lost city boy with his older brother Julian and his younger sister June. The three of them were raised by their grandmother since their mother worked three jobs in order to take care of them. Always a doting mother whenever she was home, her presence was still missed as the Lobeke siblings grew up. Jasper had always been quiet, lost in a big world that felt a little too much for him sometimes.

—   x . When he was around ten years old, he found his passion for science in the way of a science fair project. Thinking back on it now, it had been a silly project about the differences in leaves produced from the same tree. But little Jasper found a love for research and science books. His teachers were more than happy to supply him the books and he’d spend his lunches asking all sorts of questions.

—   x . Always someone who floated in the middle, Jasper never really fit in anywhere. He had friends in every clique when high school came around. The skaters, the jocks, the nerds... Jasper had always been someone who could strike up a conversation with just about anyone which came as a shock to some considering how quiet he could be sometimes. He had three best friends that he would have done anything with - ride or die besties.

—   x . After high school, it was almost a given that he would continue on to college. He ended up with a full ride to Stanford University after working tirelessly all during his years in high school. He wanted to continue studying science, exploring the world around him and the fascinating nuances. His brother Julian had encouraged him, stayed up late nights to help him study even if he’d never been the one with the smarts.

—   x . Leaving his siblings behind in the East coast had been hard, but Jasper thrived in college as he dedicated himself to Biology. It was through a few different projects that he found his love for genetics and zoology. It was also during his undergraduate that Jasper found his next love. Her name had been Georgia, a southern beauty who was sweet as could be and studying music. The two of them met at a party and it wasn’t much longer before they were going on dates and in a relationship.

—   x . But all good things come to an end, a sad truth that Jasper learned. After graduation, he’d proposed to Georgia and the two of them had planned for a long engagement as Jasper continued to graduate school and Georgia started her job with a symphony. Flowers always brought home on the weekends, dinner date nights, Jasper always did his best to make sure he made time for Georgia and her needs. What he hadn’t anticipated was for her to fall in love with one of her fellow symphony members.

—   x . A broken heart and a new apartment later, Jasper found himself on his own. He finished out his graduate program and while he intended to continue on to get his doctorate, he sought after jobs first. He bounced around between a few different research assistant jobs and projects, climbing his way up in notoriety as he published papers and quickly became lead scientist for many projects. Eventually Jasper was reached out by a part of the government, if that’s what you want to call them. Secretive. Lucrative. And the possibilities to see things he’s never seen before? It wasn’t much of a job description, but Jasper needed something new.

—   x . So six months ago he found him assigned to Pine Haven under the guise of the “Fish and Wildlife” chapter. It was a different world, working with agents who seemed far too serious and Jasper couldn’t help but think in the beginning that everyone was a little too crazy. Sure, he’d been debriefed but maybe everyone just didn’t know what they were looking at. It only took a month for Jasper to realize that no, there was something very strange happening in Pine Haven.

—   x . He’s made himself a little home in Pine Haven. He bought himself a little house in the town, old and a little beat up but nothing a new paint job couldn’t fix. When he isn’t working at work, Jasper’s usually found working on his little home and trying to make something of it. He has a list of projects to accomplish, but Jasper is far from a handyman and trying to learn how to do everything he needs has been interesting to say the least.

—   x . At the core, Jasper is very much a gentleman who is just trying to do his best in the world. But don’t be fooled. While he’s smart and easy to talk to, Jasper’s forgetful and impulsive. He’s a cluttered mess and that’s easily noticeable by looking at his desk alone. He navigates his world with post-it notes and little reminders for himself. Jasper also has a tendency to zero focus in on something and it takes a lot to pull his attention away.

—   x . As he’s only been here for six months he’s open to anything new for plots or connections! I do imagine he does have some friends by now and the below would also be cool to see:

Neighbor

Breakfast/Coffee Buddy

Handyman Helper or Just a friend to help? Please someone show this man how to fix things and not break his entire house

Science Nerds!! Someone just geek out with him please

And whatever else, come at me!

[pinehavenpeaches]

{ rami malek, 35, male, he/his} hey, AAH SAYID? good to see you, with all the insanity going on! still working at OUR LADY OF THE FORESTS CHURCH as the LEADER? that’s good. i mean, you’ve been around FIFTEEN YEARS, what do you make of this insanity? hey, i heard that people have been saying that you’re into WARNING OTHERS OF THE GOD IN THE WOODS, STARTING FIRES, and PLAYING BINGO . you also remind people of ALL BLACK OUTFITS, OBSCENE AMOUNTS OF COFFEE, STAYING AWAKE FOR 36 HOURS STRAIGHT, and FALLING ON YOUR KNEES WEEPING, which i like. well, stay safe out there and remember to listen to the fog warnings. 

Aah’s name is pronounced like “Yah” and he is named after an Egyptian moon God (also spelled Iah or J’h)

Aah is the cult leader, so you might be expecting someone manipulative, clever, and charming. Think again. Aah is frantic and firmly believes all the things he preaches. The voices in his head let him in on a lot of this information... or maybe the voices in the trees. He is convinced that he is doing good work and it’s important to society.

He is schizophrenic, but intermittently quits his his medication so he can “think clearer.”

At some point I might put out a wanted connection for him for a spouse but I don’t have the details yet.

I definitely have icons for Aah, and maybe gifs??? But tumblr is giving me grief about saving gifs so we will see.

[foggedgrief]

okay, hello, this is going to be a part one to a series of introductions ! i have already hit my five character cap because i’m a menace but that means you get more content and honestly that feels like a fair trade off. without my rambling, i give you nicky ( click here to find some quick facts about my boy ) and emi ( click here to find some quick facts about my girl ) ! wanted connections can be found here.

be warned ! before you click that handy dandy little read more, the following triggers will be discussed : death ( multiple deaths due to the fog, not explicit : both nicky and emi ), grief ( parent losing a child : emi ), religion ( turning away from : emi ) !

losing  friends  and  family  to  the  fog  and  blaming  yourself  for  not  being  more  vigilant,  taking  guardianship  of  your  little  sister  and  getting  a  second  job  to  make  sure  ends  meet,  trying  your  hardest  and  kicking  yourself  for  not  doing  better,  bloodied  knuckles  aggravated  by  vodka  to  clean  them  and  wrapped  so  tightly  you  fear  your  fingers  might  turn  blue,  anger  replaced  by  grief  replaced  by  the  understanding  she  needs  you  and  you  will  tear  down  the  rest  of  the  world  to  keep  her  safe.

nicholas adam locklear was born in inverness, scotland, and still has a scottish accent even though he’s been in the country for twenty years. 

nicky and his family moved to maine a few months before his seventh birthday. they moved to maine because his mother, a once american ex pat, had a father who wanted his kids to be closer because they all seemed to have scattered to the wind. he walked into the fog a week after the locklears had unpacked their home. 

the fog has always been a thing of morbid fascination from nicky and after grandpa took his walk into the woods, nicky was kept particularly far away from the forest line, fog warnings or not. on all saint’s day, the day after he turned eight, nicky found himself in the fog. and then he found himself in his bed with no explanation for either event. 

he started drawing that day, intricate sigils that gave themselves meaning but no voice, so he spoke them into existence: protection from sorcery, protection from evil, wards off negative energies, heal the body and the spirit. four symbols that he couldn’t stop drawing on everything he owned. homework, notebooks, on the walls of his home in crayon ( if you look in those spots today, in the locklear family home, they’re painted now. a whole interior room covered in the sigils intended to look like an artsy photo collage wall. ).

some in town say that the locklears are cursed, that their family bears bad blood, that they owed some kind of karmic debt too large for one life. whatever the rumor, they all boil down to one thing: too many locklears have gone missing in the fog. nicky’s paid little mind to them, though there’s a voice too strange to be his but too familiar to dismiss that encourages him to go in ( to go back ). 

nicky’s life revolves around his little sister, belle, who was born when he was twenty. a few months later, their mother went into the fog and their father went about an hour later to try and look for her. neither came home. though the courts tried to pass belle off to the next living relative, nicky petitioned for rights to guardianship because he lived in the home and could find a way to make ends meet for him to be belle’s caretaker. enter the diner and blue valley.

nicky’s always been a hard worker, never one to take a short cut and never one to take the easy way out. his focus has always been to take care of belle above board, so no one could have a reason to take away the last of his family. that little babe was his world and is nicky’s driving force in most things. he started working at the bar first and took on a job at the diner when he realized that tips got slow after a certain hour and what better way than to make more money by helping to sober up the people you just got drunk ?

when customers offer to buy nicky drinks, he usually puts together a couple of complimentary mixers ( cranberry juice, pineapple juice, and orange juice ) and pours in water from an old tito’s bottle to make it look like he’s adding tequila. he’ll pocket the cost of a drink as an extra tip. he never drinks on the job. 

his jobs aren’t glamorous but they keep the roof over his head and belle’s. he works 14 hour days ( 9 pm to 11 am ; 9 pm - 3 am at blue valley and 3:10 to 11 am at the diner ), 6 days a week ( sundays off ), 84 hours a week and he’s damn good at what he does, and seldom calls out for anything. nicky’s the kind of guy to pound three monsters and call it a day just to keep himself going. he’s used to running on little sleep because of his paternal role with belle and wanting to keep as engaged with her as possible. he usually leaves her with the finnegans so he doesn’t have to pay any babysitting money.

the one time nicky tried, dottie looked at the bills in his hand and just hugged him tightly and said, “no child of mine is going to pay me to watch theirs.” nicky cried that day and spent ten minutes crying into her shoulder and then slept on her couch for a few hours while belle played with the finnegan twins. 

nicky is a good person and he’s a really good dad. at 22 he became licensed in the state of maine to be able to foster and has fostered ten kids in the last five years. right now it’s just him and belle in the house that his parents bought that he keeps up as best as he can. the guest bathroom needed a remodel three years ago and the kitchen appliances only work when you knock on them the right way and if the wind’s blowing in the right direction, but some things are just the way that it is. 

other important things that i couldn’t work in above but you should know: 

nicky gives like ,,, just really comforting hugs that suggest a level of emotional intimacy that is likely to catch you pleasantly off guard. 

will help you buy your groceries because he has a better chance of making fifty dollars tonight than you do. 

usually sleeps on disney princess sheets because belle insisted they would look best in his room ( she was right ). his other sheets are bubblegum pink and he bought them for himself because that’s the vibe he was feeling and sometimes you just have to do what will put a smile on your face. 

his little sister is seven but nicky is the only parent she’s ever known and she usually calls him dad over nicky even though she knows the difference. 

nicky calls her his kid a lot. everyone in town pretty much knows the story. 

steady  hands  and  steady  heart  are  starting  to  shake,  pleading  with  officers  don’t  let  me  bury  an  empty  casket,  the  table  set  for  three  but  you  can’t  bring  yourself  to  put  the  plate  away,  pale  yellow  front  door  once  made  your  laugh  now  just  makes  you  sad  because  your  daughter’s  sunshine  still  lingers,  and  there’s  no  place  to  put  your  faith,  nothing  so  powerful  would  take  away  a  little  girl.

emi is considerably less fleshed out than nicky but we’re still going to do our best to give her a fair shake at an intro, so here goes ! 

noemi was born noemi sofia ibarra in pine haven, maine. though she’s always considered pine haven her home, she’s always desired that her upbringing was somewhere warmer. 

she’s a third generation doctor at the clinic, following in the footsteps of her grandfather and mother and knew from a young age that she wanted to help people. she bounced from pine haven for a while ( from ages 18 to 28 ) and followed her dreams to go somewhere warmer and graduated from emory university’s medical school in atlanta. 

she pushed through medical school immediately after graduating with her undergrad and returned to pine haven as a permanent resident when she was 29. having been home, officially, for ten years, she has found herself in the center of the community. more often than not, residents of town know they can call emi and come sit on her kitchen table if they need urgent care. 

life outside of pine haven’t wasn’t all medical school, though, because she also met her the father of her daughters. at 23 emi gave birth to her elder daughter, evangeline. that sweet little girl meant the world to her and emi spent double the amount of time awake those first semesters trying to get used to having a baby and school to balance. she was the center of emi’s universe, this baby and her father. 

emi’s second daughter, catalina, was born about eight years ago and is as much emi’s pride and joy as her older sister. the pair never fail to blow emi away in their creativity, kindness, and love, and she has made that known to them from the time they could open their eyes. though these times were sweet it’s time to fast forward to the current day because this is where emi shifts for the worse for as much as she doesn’t want to. 

two weeks ago, during the fog warning, evangeline wasn’t home with the family. emi was at work, locked down with a few patients, and when she didn’t get a phone call from her daughter, like she asks of all her family, she started to worry. panic didn’t settle in until after the fog warning and no one had heard from evangeline. frantic, begging, trying to stave off the final moments before the inevitable declaration, emi found herself begging the officers at the station: find me something to bury before absolutely crumbling against the weight of her own fears.

prior to her daughter’s disappearance, emi had put at least some stock into god but spite consumes her whenever she thinks about him. something all loving doesn’t steal child from the arms of their mother’s and something all powerful doesn’t let whatever lives in the forest to exist after taking the first soul. this town suffers because of that fog and venom pools in her mouth waiting to spit at the first person who proclaims that god will watch over her daughter. some people turn to faith for stability. emi has turned away. 

[mteverett]

║ Everett Lanford • Thirty five • Pine Haven • Elementary Teacher ║

hello hello! i’m this is stella again, 24, she/her pronouns please, and in the cst. this time around we’ve got mr. everett who is a rain storm on a hot summer night. he’s been through a lot but he’s grown from it all and is doing his best to try to be a good person. he looooooves kids and you can probably always find glitter on him somewhere!

TRIGGER WARNING: neglect, homophobia

And so, here is the lovely Everett:

—   x . Everett grew up as an only child. His parents had both planned their life out very carefully. Engaged at 23, married at 24, stable jobs, and then one single child when they were 30. That was their plan and heaven forbid fate try to intervene into it. That’s how Everett’s life had been for majority of his childhood growing up. His parents had a plan for everything and anything. All his milestones, which schools he would attend, what job he would end up having. Their expectations were high and Everett figured that out very quickly.

—   x . As a child, he’d been very rambunctious with far too much energy for any little kid to process. Much to his parents dismay. He was often found running around the front yard of their home in Pine Haven after they moved there when he was five years old. He’d explore up and down the streets, pretending to be an astronaut or a treasure hunter. Often it was a struggle to wrestle him back into the house for dinner. He always had some form of dirt on him, especially when he was supposed to be wearing his Sunday best.

—   x . When he got older, it was clear that Everett wasn’t on the same wavelength with his parents. Often times if they wanted him to go left, he went right. He couldn’t handle the weight on his shoulders from their expectations and the nightly lectures so he often found himself rebelling against them. He just wanted to be his own person. Unfortunately, that led to Everett having a rebellious streak that got him into a number of arguments and fights in school.

—   x . His saving grace? His high school English teacher. She’d been in the circle of friends with his parents although never really close to them personally so she knew some of what Everett dealt with at home. And it wasn’t necessarily a secret when people could walk past the Lanford household to hear the yelling from Mark and Ruth. Ms. Rhodes took the time and patience to talk to Everett and for once someone asked him: what do you want to do with your life?

—   x . She worked with him for the rest of his high school time to build his grades up and tried to keep him out of trouble. That didn’t mean Everett didn’t get into a fight or two, but he’d definitely learned to start channeling his emotions better. The resentment from his parents would never go away but he could at least learn to handle it better so it didn’t hurt anyone else. It helped being able to talk to his teacher without worry. Ms. Rhodes was the first person Everett actually came out to during his senior year of high school. The first time he’d heard someone tell him: I’m so proud of you. His parents had a very opposite reaction and that ended their relationship.

—   x . High school graduation came - his parents absent, but Ms. Rhodes in the stands cheering for him. Now with ties to Everett cut off, there wasn’t much keeping his parents in Pine Haven and they’d had just about enough of the town and the horrors within it. They moved away to retire and Everett found himself a crappy little apartment, a part-time job, and went to college so he could get his degree in elementary education. He definitely became a far cry from the boy he’d been growing up with far too much pent up anger.

—   x . Once he graduated college, Everett didn’t look very far for a job. He knew he wanted to stay in Pine Haven and he went to the school district building with his resume, dressed up, and every intention to leave with a job. Since then, he’s been working as an elementary school teacher, a job that he enjoys every single day of his life. Everett loves children; watching them grow and learn. He also recognizes that even if they’re young, some of them still need help and guidance from someone. If he’d had that when he’d been younger in his parents or teachers earlier... maybe things would have been different.

—   x . It was a few years later, when he was 24, that he’d met his now husband - Aleksandr. It hadn’t been intentional, Everett hadn’t been seeking out anything and the two had just been good friends before it slowly blossomed into something more. Previously, he’d just assumed that he would have always stayed single - not because he wanted to live the single lifestyle but because he didn’t think anyone would have been interested in him. He’d hardly expected to end up married and now with two children of his own but he couldn’t be happier with his life right now. His family means the world to him and Everett will do just about anything for his kids and his husband.

—   x . Everett is someone always looking for a good laugh and willing to go the extra mile to help someone. He does have a temper that he works very hard to keep a control of and regularly sees someone about as he has since he was in high school. When he isn’t working, Everett’s either spending time with his family or he’s working on his latest project in the garage while listening to old vinyl records and singing off key. He also loves cooking and watching late night horror movie classics.

—   x . Everett’s been in Pine Haven nearly his entire life so he’s very open to just about anything for plots or connections!

Exes!!

Best friends/friends - Please give this man some friends

Confidante/ Ride or Die - I’m thinking this is someone who has known Everett for a long time, has been there through the good and bad and the two of them really rely on each other.

Enemies

Mentee? - I love the idea of Everett being a mentor for someone and really trying to guide/help them from making the same mistakes that he’s made and just being there for someone like he wanted someone to have been there for him.

[shatteredhope]

you can find cas’ intro here !!

[astrobei]

🌟🌟 bc u asked💗

HAVEN !!! i DID ask and now u shall receive 😚

ok this was a little tongue in cheek bc. baby i’m perfect! baby we’re perfect! etc etc etc. haha. anyways this song does feel very you to me aka i DO want to go midnight driving with the windows down with you and i DO want to go to places we can’t even pronounce, etc etc etc. just truly impeccable vibes all around w this one

this song feels very lemony to me and in my head u are so citrus coded and i hope that makes sense to u bc it does to me !!

SPECIFICALLY the harry styles cover of this ! the soft guitar feels so haven bookinit + a touch of yearning and longing and good ol’ fashioned pining (for me. mwah)

straight out of my summer 2019 playlist ! this song is so nostalgic for me n i associate it w so many happy memories and it’s so fun and upbeat and definitely reminds me of u

u are honestly so wallows coded to me, i spent like 10 minutes trying to pick just one of their songs for this but something about the intro n outro of this screams You to me ! (i was going to put drunk on halloween instead bc we drunk texted each other on halloweekend and i thought i was being funny. hahahahaha.)

[razorblade180]

Interdimensional Moms: part 1

Intro <-

Yang:So how we doin this? Drawing straws or... well we actually don’t have straws here so-

Weiss:It’s obvious that you wanna go first.

Blake:Extremely obvious.

Ruby:All over your face.

Yang:Hey now, don’t call me out like that! We all have so much to sort out here. I don’t even know where to begin. Differences could start and stop anywhere for all we really know.

Blake:From what it seems, Beacon itself would have one or two minor changes, but the real changes start after the fall. At least, for you three that is.

Weiss:You saying you’re different?

Blake:Unless you three started going on dates with Jaune at Beacon, then yes, I’m different.

RWY:(They’ve been together that long!?)

Yang:Okay, starting from Beacon...nothing really stands out too much. Jaune and I were just friends. *cringes* Back then, a certain faunus caught my eye.

Blake:Ah...right. I guess that tracks in practically every universe.

RW:Oh yeah it does. You two are joined at the hip.

Yang:Haha, really? Glad to hear it. My Blake and I are best buds! Remnant has never seen such a dynamic duo! Can’t say it didn’t take a lot of time effort after a rough patch. We actually dated in my world.

Blake:Same.

Yang:What!? How long?

Blake:I don’t know, it was pretty on again off again.

Yang:Well for me it was after Haven. Both of us had gotten pretty serious. All the growing we’ve done together and apart had brought us closer. However, Adam unintentionally put a wedge between us. His attempt to change and the problems that came with it were-

Yang stopped midway and saw the confused faces of her otherworldly teammates. They were shocked, confused even. Especially Blake, who looked the most shocked of all.

Yang:Umm did I say something odd?

Blake:Adam, he...isn’t dead?

Yang:Oh, well I guess that’s the start of the major changes then. Blake and I fought Adam at Argus. Stabbed him through the chest and watched him fall down rocks into a river.

Ruby:That lines you with my world. Dude died that day. Like any normal person should.

Yang:Well Adam is anything but fucking normal. Man has the craziest luck. A young women, the winter maiden in fact, she saved his life. She’s not exactly normal either. The maiden, Jacquelyn, ended up sticking by him to see if she could change his ways. This naturally meant we’d run into them again. And that’s how things fell apart.

Blake:What do you mean?

Yang:You were fully committed to seeing if Adam could actually change. I wasn’t, so we constantly butted heads in any situation involving him. Then we would fight about things that had nothing to do with at all. Eventually, we broke it off. We remained on decent terms but I was pretty heartbroken about the disconnect. Enter our lovable blonde idiot. Jaune did everything in his power to cheer me up.

Weiss:Sounds like him. Always such a bleeding heart. That boy just can’t help himself. Let me guess, his kindness and concern made you feel all warm and fuzzy?

Yang:Hehe, guilty. It was more of his willingness to laugh at my puns. Jaune’s always been interesting to talk to. He tries to act cool and calm even though he’s terrible at it, then comes clean right after. Before I knew it I was telling him things I hadn’t talked about with people before. I could tell he looked at me like most guys do, but also genuinely wanted to listen to me. Talk about playing unfair; he got defenseless. Suddenly I was smiling again. Anytime with him was time well spent. Then one day, I kissed him.

Ruby:Happily ever after?

Yang:Not even close! Hahaha!

Weiss:Why do you sound proud?

Yang:It’s funny looking back at it to a certain degree. Gods, I was such a brat. More than a few fights are on me. Between Blake, Raven, and other experiences, my insecurities flared up in ugly ways over nothing. It even got us to break up too. I was officially done with dating. My Ruby was out in an uncomfortable position.

Ruby:I bet! I’d never want you two fighting. Especially in my world. Picking between the person I love and my sister!? I don’t know what will happen.

Yang:I kinda do. *sets up* You’d start dating Jaune because you’ve looked at him since Beacon. The two of you would confide in each other and share a special kind of love, but it would be bittersweet. All because your sister still pines for him and never met to make him leave, and Jaune never says it, but he hates how things fell apart. He’s faithful to you and would never do you wrong, a guy to truly cherish. So... you let him go. Watch him walk back to your sister like you asked, because my happiness was worth that much to you.

Ruby:....

Yang: In my world at least. Honestly it’s still the most amazing thing I’ve seen you do. We must’ve cried over that conversation for hours. I felt so guilty and you only smiled, hugging me tight. Jaune and I had a few more stumbles. Nothing serious though. Eventually we moved in together when the world was saved. You and Oscar got together officially which made me happy. Even made our weddings a competition of who’d make dad bawl his eyes out the most. You won by the way; Raven came back into our family and into dad’s arms. Last but not least I had a baby. Yujin Xiao Long, my fucking pride and joy from above.

Weiss:Wow, that’s a lot.

Blake:What am I doing? Did I marry Sun?

Yang:Yep. You and blondes Blake, I tell ya.

Weiss:Hold the phone! Who am I with!?

Yang:Pretty sure you’re technically single. Buuuut, Neo and your have gotten pretty friendly from what I managed to interrogate out of you.

Weiss:That’s, highly unexpected. For a number of reasons.

Yang:Better believe it. Besides Cinder, a few crazies, and Salem, a few people made something of themselves. Dying sucks after all.

Ruby:You have a dead Cinder?

WBY: You don’t?

Ruby:*crosses arms* Hmph, I’ll wait my turn. Yang, you said you’re the only mother from our team. If Blake and I have been married for quite some time then what, we don’t want kids?

The joyful sunshine from Yang slipped into grayer skies. Her smile faded and it increasingly got harder to look at this Ruby without thinking of her own.

Yang:Are you sure that’s something you wanna know? I’ll tell you, but I didn’t want to bring down the mood with the problems where I from.

Blake:Problems? How big of a problem.

Yang:The biggest we’ve faced. It’s...a lot.

Ruby:Well we’ve listened this far. *takes hand* Lay it on us.

Yang:Pfft, oh boy. So...umm...another secret war came up. One that caused us to leave our friends and family for over a decade.

Weiss:A decade!?

Blake:What gets worse after Salem!? Who tries anything after a grimm queen!?

Yang:So a majority of Remnant was still unaware of her, but a fight like that can only be kept under wraps so tightly. Plenty of people still learned fractions of the truth. A few of those people weren’t exactly nice guys. They idolized her efforts and became her followers that wanted to keep her will alive, starting with taking revenge on the people who defeated her. We were so unaware. So caught up in normalcy. They ambushed us, and I mean everyone. We...we didn’t come out unscathed. Ren was crippled badly. Weiss, you almost your brother. Jaune’s family got hit but thankfully lived. The real casualties were aimed to hurt Ruby.

Ruby:Oh, of course. S-So, either you’re about to say I had no time to start a family, or...

Yang:...

Yang:When I tell you the look you made when you learned what happened to Oscar, to Qrow... that’s the moment it felt like my little sister left forever. Till this day you don’t smile like you used to. Very recently, now that it’s finally over, you’ve started looking better, but those ten years were hell. We choose to go out and fight again, avoiding contact with family. I haven’t had a real opportunity to be in my daughters life.

Ruby:How old is she?

Yang:Sixteen soon. Left her when she was four so you know. *tearing up* I missed everything. Just about anyways. Ironically it was Raven and Adam that helped her through the years with Jaune and Dad. Eventually we came back and ooohh boy was Yujin not thrilled in the slightest. Hehehe. Her right hook is really strong. I only had about a week with her before things got complicated again. *wipes eyes* But it’s okay. We left on good term. Something I definitely don’t feel like I deserve.

Blake:I can’t believe a thing like that would be possible.

Yang:Cults are a huge problem in Remnant now. You’re definitely aware of that. You actually oversee a little group from the shadows to deal with them in secret. An idea you got from experience. Adam works for you and everything. Hate to admit, but he’s become the guy you wanted him to be. Even has a family. I’m grateful to him. He personally kept my girl safe.

Blake:To think I’d hear you say that. Now I know this isn’t my world.

Yang:Don’t get me wrong, I still will hit him if given the chance. My life hasn’t been charmed and sacrifices too great were happening way too many times but it finally has gotten to a point where everyone feels like we’re taking steps towards a better future.

Weiss:Moving forward?

Yang:Yes, I was trying to avoid the phrase but yes Weiss, we’re moving forward. Still... *looks at Ruby*....

Ruby:W-What?

Yang:It’s unreal seeing you like this. My Ruby has become so strong and endured but hasn’t really picked herself up completely. All her tragedy stemmed from the loss of Oscar and Qrow; her last talk with Oscar was fight about kids too. That’s the entire reason she went off alone in the first place. Looking at you I can’t help but question my own choices. If...I just let her stay with Jaune, then maybe-

Ruby:Nope.

Yang:Huh?

Ruby:Look, if I know anything about your world, then it’s gonna be me and I can tell you without a doubt your Ruby doesn’t blame or would consider her own happiness without you. She loved you enough to take the chance to find love again. You really think there’s anything you could’ve done differently at that point. That girl is as stubborn as they come! *smiles* So buck up cowgirl. You deserve it.

A sense of warmth came over Yang as she heard those words. This other Ruby smiled at her with the same love as her own; completely caring about Yang’s feeling before her own. Yang felt so...unburdened. She couldn’t help but cry a little, laughing softly as she did. Who would’ve thought love could transcend worlds? It was so vindicating, therapeutic even.

Yang:Ruby, you’re something else entirely, you know that?

Ruby:It’s my curse. All I ever wanted was normal knees but the world said “no, special eyes!”

Yang:Well I guess I should thank the world then?

Weiss:You said your Ruby is getting better? That’s good. Still, it must be pretty weird looking at Jaune. Can’t imagine how lonely it must feel losing a love twice.

Blake:It never numbs.

Yang:Geez you two, lighten up. We can’t all be depressed. Ruby also didn’t lose Jaune. Actually....there may or may not have been an interesting...arrangement for a brief period of time.

Ruby:Ehhh what?

Yang:Hehehe well, hahaha, ummmm a decade is a very long time without feeling any kind of pleasure in a bleak situation. And you know me, I have to share things with you all my life.

Ruby:OH MY GOD!!!

Blake:*grinning* Yooooo! You loaned out Jaune!?

Weiss:That’s....accurate; in a lot of ways.

Ruby:That’s so scandalous! How could you!?

Yang:I didn’t force it! I gave the option, you said no, then you changed your mind because things got real stressful. Like come on, a decade of death and loneliness.

Ruby:Sigh...yeah. I can see it. Still, it’s so filthy. He’s a married man. What, so I’d just look at you and say “Yang I’m gonna sleep with Jaune, don’t come in the room.”

Yang:....

Ruby:What?

Yang:....Nothing.

Ruby:Bullshit! What is it!?

Yang:*scratches head* Well, I was lonely too, and a week is only so long-

Weiss:Oh so it was a group thing!!?

Ruby:WHAT!?

Yang:Only sometimes!

Ruby:SOMETIMES!?

Blake:HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! THAT IS AMAZING!

Ruby:Why are you laughing!?

Blake:Because that’s just so extreme, and not, all at the same time. I could totally see that happening.

Weiss:Same. Dang, Jaune slept with sisters. That’s dangerously close to being like your dad.

Ruby:That’s different!

Blake:Is it though?

Yang:Eh, I don’t see the problem. We’re all grown and make choices. Plus I’m the one who guided you through awkward teenage changes. It not like we didn’t share a room for years.

Ruby:That doesn’t make it okay.

Yang:Eh debatable.

Ruby:*red* It isn’t though! How could I do something so bold!? So taboo!?

Weiss:It isn’t like you’re the one who did it. Just a version of you.

Ruby:Not better!

Yang:Awwww it’s okay Ruby. Let’s hug it out. Hehehe *opens arms*

Ruby:Don’t touch me!

Weiss and Blake laugh until their sides hurt as Ruby tries escaping the bear hug that terrorized her. Yang’s world found interesting for sure. Weiss finally decides to help Ruby out.

Weiss:Got a picture of Yujin?

Yang’s eyes lit up and pulled out her scroll. Her team huddled around her and collectively cooed like that parents they are at the sight of a blonde young girl with gorgeous blue eyes with a black combat school graduation cap and gown and a certificate proudly raised up high. If it wasn’t for those eyes and shoulders length hair, they might’ve mistaken her for Yang.

Yang:She’s going to Beacon early because she’s fucking awesome like her mom.

Ruby:I think you mean her aunt?

Yang:I know what I said.

Weiss:I bet she’s just as hardheaded.

Blake:What do you think your kid is up to right now?

Yang: Well...*smiles*

xxxx

The girl in question sat at a work bench with oil on her face and her hands busy tinkering with gauntlets. She looked over at blueprints in a journal. If they were right, then she was definitely doing something wrong. How her mother made something so complex was crazy!

Yujin:Come on Yujin. You can fix a car, making gauntlets into a sword that don’t break should be easy!

Footsteps came up from behind her and a plate stacked with sandwiches. She looked up and smiled at her dad that gave her a wink, then kissed her forehead.

Jaune:Haveing fun, you grease monkey.

Yujin:Jokes on you, I like monkeys. Just a few more attempts and I’ll have the coolest weapon in Remnant. That entrance exam is as good as aced.

Jaune:Not if you don’t have a landing strategy. Tomorrow we’re going on a trip.

Yujin:Does it happen to be near a cliff?

Jaune:Who can say? Rule one of being a huntsman, be prepared for everything.

He ruffled her hair and left, laughing evilly. Yujin could tell he’s been waiting for this day. She pulled out her scroll and searched through a collection of videos labeled “mom” and found a super early one. She hit play and watched her mother give a peace sign to the camera as trees increasingly got closer from below.

Yang:Beacon rules!!!! Wooohooo!

The camera flipped and focused on a familiar blonde flailing through the air like a doll in the distance.

Yang:Oof, hate to be that guy! Wait, that’s vomit boy! Hahah, hope he survives. He owes me shoes. Poor dude. I guess he needs more training in flirting and landing. Wait, eugh I think he barfed again! Hahaha!

Jaune:Stop watching that one!!!!

Yujin:Hahaha but it’s the best one. The ending is priceless.

Jaune: *walks back down*

Yang:Well if he survives this I guess I can off him at least I can offer him mints and company. Fake it to ya make Jaune. Between me and Ruby, at least you’ll look like a player. Heh, nah, I don’t think I can support a bunny onesie.

Yujin and Jaune:*grinning* And then she did! *high-fives* Arc charm, baby!

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So I have SEVERAL feelings over the gif and am super worried over Ruby's expression, her being separated from her team in the snow, the fact that Oscar's taking her place at the head of RWBY, and the fact that Ruby is aligned with Yang who is mentioned to be "suspicious" AND I AM NOT READY

Hiya Miki-chan. Weirdly enough, despite what the intro GIF teased, this squiggle meister took a more light-hearted reaction to it, to be honest.

I know some folks are assuming that Oscar taking Ruby’s place alongside WBY as a stance on him replacing Ruby as leading the group and…I for one, didn’t really see it that way.

For me, I looked at it as a sign that perhaps Oscar may take a more supportive stance besides Ruby; not necessarily taking her place as leader but more as being a right hand to her---y’know like an advisor to aid her in these troubling times when tensions are high and the overall trust within the team is suffering because of it. For me, I took this as us potentially seeing Oscar help Ruby to mend the broken bonds within their team, thus restoring what they once had.

It made me think back to the Little Prince and the lesson he learnt from the fox---a lesson about love and responsibility. About one being responsible for what you tame. The Fox told the Prince that he was responsible for his rose as he was the one who cared for her, and that what’s made her the most unique to him in a world full of roses.

It is because of this why I always latched onto the concept of Oscar being a support for Ruby and strangely enough, we’ve seen Oscar take a helpful role towards Ruby in the past.

We saw him take this position back during the dojo moment in V5 when Ruby wasn’t being honest regarding her repressed emotions over the events of the Fall of Beacon. We saw Oscar take this stance again in V6 in Argus when Ren questioned the room of a proper plan of action to stop Salem and we see Oscar look to Ruby, who appeared distraught as she had no answer to give. From there, we then saw Oscar try to speak up in a move that gave the impression that he was trying to emulate Ruby in that moment---trying to be a voice of reason and optimism while simultaneously diverting all the negative attention that Ruby was receiving onto himself in a sense.

Consecutively, this is later followed up by Oscar attempting to reassure Ruby of their plan back in Argus when she appeared troubled over Qrow’s behaviour.

Basically what I’m getting at is that, I’ve always liked the thought of Oscar being a “fuel to Ruby’s spark”. Since the forces of evil have threatened to break Ruby’s indomitable spirit and snuff out that light of hers, I liked the idea of Oscar becoming someone who makes it his duty to keep Ruby’s spark alive.

I based it off of this analogy I shared back in my musings from V5. Ruby is often described as possessing an unquantifiable spark. A spark is type of a flame. A flame that burns brightly to ignite the way and guide those lost to the darkness like a beacon in the night. However even the brightest of flames cannot burn forever. Eventually that flames grows weary---starts to dim until eventually its burnt out.

But do you know what is often used to keep a fire going? Wood.

Oscar’s last name is Pine and pine is a type of wood. Therefore, should Ruby’s spark start to dim. Should her spirit slowly start to break from all the pressures placed on her, I love the concept of Oscar being the one to reignite it---providing Ruby with that same burst of inspiration that she’s always provided him. Therefore Oscar becomes someone of great importance to Ruby as he becomes a source of motivation for her. Someone to keep her going and be a beacon of hope to her when she starts to go astray and feel her spark dwindling. A fuel to a spark powered by an unyielding heart of loyalty love and bathed in a golden light as bright as the sun.

That what’s I’m picturing Oscar to become for Ruby in terms of his significance to her. Even if romance isn’t in the cards for the rosebuds, I’d still love for Oscar’s relationship with Ruby to be meaningful and unique to them; just like the bond between the prince and his true rose.

And let’s not forget that…Oscar has already acknowledged Ruby’s vulnerability and understands it. What I mean by this is that that despite Ruby being christened as the voice of hope and encouragement within her group---the one everyone turns to for leadership, Oscar has already realized that this also means that Ruby has a lot of pressure placed on her because of the badge of leadership that’s been put on her by those around. Hence the comment he made to Ozpin back in V5CH5.

“…She really is remarkable, isn’t she?”

“Yeah. She must’ve been one of these best huntresses at Beacon, huh?”

“In some ways yes but in many others, no. She has her quirks. Her faults, just like everyone else. But she also possesses something unquantifiable. A spark that can inspire others even in the darkest of times.”

“…This must be really hard on her too.”

“It’s most assuredly is.”

In the beginning, Oscar reacts the Ruby the same way others who grow to admire her usual do. He is enamoured by her remarkability, as Oz put it. However the instant Oz goes even further into giving his own impression of Ruby and mentions that she is a person of inspiration to others, Oscar’s impression of her changes a little as he took Ruby’s role as leader as her also having a lot of expectations placed on her (like him) and he gets it immediately.

And that’s another reason why I loved the V5 dojo scene. It says so much about Oscar without saying a lot and it’s great.

Ironically enough, it’s AFTER this brief conversation with Oz where I noticed Oscar taking up a more dedicated approach towards Ruby---immediately being one of the first few people to run to her side after she’s hurt by Emerald during the Battle of Haven. Defying  even Ozpin---his other half essentially--- and fighting against him to possible protect Ruby from Oz when the ole soul’s desperation to prevent Ruby from using the lamp to uncover the truth got the better of him. And the list can go on.

Oscar understands the weight that Ruby feels and probably will feel even more now as she is basically placed in the same position that Oz was back during the events of V6. When the group turned on Oz, Oscar was pretty much the one to feel the brunt of the ole soul’s emotions after he chose to isolate himself. That being said, I can see Oscar not wishing to see the same thing happen to Ruby so like I said, I’m hoping his position in the opening will hint at him becoming an advisor or crutch to Ruby, standing by her side and working with her to mend everything.

That being said, I’m not saying I’m expecting Oscar to be a blind follower of Ruby, choosing to “follow her lead”. One thing I love about Oscar’s character is that while he may appear apprehensive at times, he’s never afraid to speak his mind and let others know exactly what he’s thinking and he’s not one to sugar coat either.

Oscar is rather blunt but still articulate in the way he expresses himself. It’s never vague with Oscar. He’s quite upfront about his thoughts and fears. While it may take him some time to open up, whenever he does get the courage to speak up, he always does so in a manner that commands the room or practically demands that his voice is heard by those around him.

And another trait I admire about Oscar is that he isn’t afraid to share his opinions even when he outright disagrees with someone’s stance on a particular subject. If he feels as if someone’s actions are wrong or may lead to issues, Oscar doesn’t withhold those feelings. He lets them know as highlighted when he was the first character to oppose Ruby’s decision to deceive the General. He was also quite upfront about his disagreement with the General’s actions towards the People of Mantle and progression of Amity Tower. Oscar even tried to warn the General of the path he was taking and while things still ended poorly, you still have to admire Oscar’s character in these moments.

To me, this is one of the moments that highlighted why I would consider Oscar to be our SECOND smaller, more honest soul next to Ruby. This is why I want to see him step up and be a voice of comfort and wisdom to Ruby in these times. Whether or not Ruby choses to heed his words isn’t really the factor here. I just want to see this dynamic done since this could provide an amazing opportunity to see the friendship that’s been slowly building between the rosebuds for the past few seasons truly start to flourish.

V8 could spark the moment when the Rosegarden bond fully blooms into a beautiful relationship---be it a really great friendship built on trust and understanding or perhaps something more.

Oscar is loyal to Ruby, yes. And he believes in her, yes. He also trusts her wholeheartedly, yes. However if he fears that her actions are leading her down a dark path, he will tell her so. And unlike other characters, Oscar will tell Ruby this to her face---not in a manner that condescends or belittles her---but in his own way. Firm yet understanding (like how we saw back in V5CH5).

Basically what I’m saying here is that I can trust Oscar to always being upfront with Ruby about his concerns and opinions on her actions and decisions which…is something I would like to say for the rest of her team but…I can’t. Not really.

Weiss and Blake may have their feelings and concerns but in the end, they are more or less written off as sheep perfectly content with following the herd led by Ruby as their shepherd (even if that headship ultimately winds them in a den of wolves). And while Yang had been highlighted to not be entirely complacent with her sister’s leadership (as we saw during the events of V7), it still bugs me how Yang went behind Ruby’s back the way she did last season.

It almost felt…uncharacteristic for her to do this considering that Yang has been described as someone who has always looked out for Ruby as both the older sibling and surrogate parent to her. So why have Yang go behind, not just Ruby’s back, but the whole hero team to be an informant to Robyn Hill and then…NOT disclose this info to the rest of the her teammates. Only Blake knew and like I said, Blake is a sheep, fine with following Yang’s lead despite not doing anything herself to inform the others of what the Bees did together.

In reviewing the episode where this essentially took place---V7CH7: Worse Case Scenario---Yang is the one who basically gave Blake the go ahead to inform Robyn of the truth behind Amity when the two cornered her in the alleyway. Yang was even the first to talk and tell Robyn of Ironwood’s plans to send the Ace Ops to detain her.

“…If Ironwood wants me, he’ll have to send more than a couple of kids.”

“He is. Stopping the trucks alerted the Ace Ops. We don’t have long before they arrive so please listen to us.”

Yang spoke first. There is an even a shot in that very episode where Blake goes to spill the beans to Robyn but looks to Yang first for validation and it’s only when Yang nods in agreement when Blake finally shares. Although Blake is the one who told Robyn about the plans for Amity, it was Yang who practically gave her the go-ahead.

So while Blake is an accomplice, I’m going to place full responsibility for this tactic on Yang since she made the first call and also encouraged Blake to reveal the truth. Ruby’s choice to deceive was bad, yes but we cannot ignore Yang’s own choices to deceive in this mix which is also very problematic and could prove more dangerous than one might realize.

And given how there seems to be this talk in the FNDM about Yang being the one to apprehend Ruby for her actions inV7….I'm going to be blunt with you, Miki-chan. If the show does what you think they're gonna do by having Yang be the one who either calls Ruby out for the mistakes she made from her decisions or have Yang be the voice of doubt against Ruby, basically placing her in the same role as she did with Oz back in V6, I'm honestly going to hate it.

Let me explain why I REALLY don’t like this angle. I said this before back in V6 and I'll say it again here, Yang Xiao Long has no right calling anyone out for their deceit or secrets when she is NO innocent party.

May I remind everyone that the only reason that the group ended up needing to transport the Lamp of Knowledge to Atlas in the first place was because Yang boldly told Raven Branwen---the Spring Maiden to leave her with the Relic allowing Salem to come after her and the others as opposed to advising her to seal the lamp back into its respective vault.

“…Yeah I’m scared but I’m still standing here. I’m not like you. I won’t run which is why you’re going to give me the relic.”

“And why would I ---“ “Because you’re afraid of Salem! And if you thought having maiden powers will put a target on your back, imagine what she would do if she finds out that you have a relic. She will come after you with everything she has. Or she can come after me and I’ll be standing there, waiting for her.”

“You don’t want to do this.” “Nope but I’m gonna do it anyway.”

As noble as this was of Yang to do in the moment, it was still HER decision to have Salem target the hero group for the Relic instead of her mother. It was a choice she made of her own accord and it’s a choice she hasn’t disclosed to anyone since the impression after V5 is that beyond Raven disappearing again, Yang hasn’t told anyone else of what was said and revealed down in the Vault of the Spring Maiden. Even when Qrow asked her about it during the V5 finale, she basically told him…well…a half-truth.

“…What happened?” “I don’t know exactly. When I got down there, Cinder was gone and Vernal was dead.” “And Raven?” “Gone.”

The half-truth is that Raven did leave but not before Yang figured out that she was the Spring Maiden and not before Yang told her to leave the lamp in her possession instead of sealing the lamp back in its vault. May I remind everyone that Yang also didn't tell anyone that Raven---her mother---is the Spring Maiden?

And may I also remind everyone that Yang (along with Blake) was the one who went behind the group's back and told Robyn Hill about Amity. A detail that neither she nor Blake disclosed to the rest of the team.

“…This isn’t over yet. We’re with you.” “Are you with me?” “Sir?” “…How did Robyn know about the Global Communications Project?” “We told her. The night of the ambush.”

At least with Ruby, everyone was aware that Ruby made the call to lie to Ironwood about Salem including Oscar who basically sorted that out for Ruby (even though it SHOULD have been Ruby herself taking responsibility for her own actions in my opinion). However no one knew what Yang had done with Blake with Robyn which was why they all seemed pleasantly surprised when Ironwood brought it up. Blake and Yang were the only two members of RWBY who knew about this detail and note that Ironwood didn’t bring up the group deceiving him about Salem.

Again, that part was ironed out thanks to Oscar. But the part about Robyn, that part James didn’t know about. And unfortunately for our heroes, neither did they.

Yet…Yang phrased it as if RWBY had told Robyn when in fact, it was just Yang and Blake who made that call while Ruby and Weiss were clearly in the dark as evidenced by their troubled expressions at the Aces’ and Ironwood’s reactions to the news.

You're seeing my issue with Yang being the one to call Ruby out? If Yang ends up being the one doubtful of Ruby or "suspicious" of her actions/decisions, it'll pretty much be a rehash of V7.

Most of us thought it was mighty hypocritical for Ruby to be deemed in the right for choosing to lie to Ironwood following the group's chastising of Oz for withholding important information (the same info mind you) from them.

So wouldn't it be ultra mega hypocritical of Yang to be the one to doubt Ruby's actions and leadership based on her decisions and mistakes when...technically it was Yang's actions---an action she didn't tell her team---that provided the other end of the final straw that ultimately broke Ironwood and caused him to turn against the hero team.

While what Ruby did started it, what Yang did ended it in a sense because as I’ll point out again, AT LEAST Ironwood knew about what Ruby did, thanks to Oscar. But no one knew what Yang did. Except for Blake.

But her own sister. Their  own aforementioned leader didn't know and I'm sorry, THAT needs to be addressed.

While I'm fine with Ruby being called out, Yang needs to be called out too. I will be so mad if Yang is treated as being in the right again while her own actions go unscathed.

It upset me when Yang had the gall to call out Oz for his lies and secrets while sitting on her own and it would bother me to know ends if it is done again for Ruby.

Yang cannot be the "good cop" or sheriff to bring Ruby to justice for her actions. She's got her own skeletons to be unearthed and thrown on the floor, exposed and raw for all to judge and I honestly hope this happens for V8 finally. 

Let it be a western style dual. Let both parties draw fire to take out each other. Let it be a case where both Ruby and Yang start to mirror Oz and Ironwood’s dynamic from way back in V2. Both parties don't agree with each other's decisions despite being close allies. Both parties have their own methods of helping the people and believe them to be in the right when in actuality they both end up being the catalysts to further cause more problems within their team; dividing them even further.

Instead of Yang being planted on some high horse and made to be the judge that hangs Ruby for her mistakes while continuing to hide her own, I want BOTH SISTERS be held accountable for driving a deeper wedge between their group only for Oscar Pine to end up having to be the middleman to come in and help repair it all.

And I say Oscar of all characters, not just because I’m a Pinehead and want to see more development for my favourite little prince but mainly because like it or not, Oscar HAS to be the one to be in the middle of this shitstorm since...in essence, this all started with Ozma and was prolonged by Ozpin.

And as Ozma's current heir succeeding Oz, Oscar will probably see it as his own duty to fix everything sparked by his predecessors.

Oscar already has faith in Ruby and if him spending time with Yang down in Mantle could lend to him learning to have faith in her too then this could ultimately lend to him desiring to quell the tension between both sisters that’s slowly affecting their faction, henceforth working to reconcile everything with everyone.

I’ve expressed how much I would like to see Oscar mend the broken bonds within his team and I still want that above anything else to be part of his arc for this coming season. 

The hero team dynamic needs a reboot; with everyone being cleared of their past false actions so that they can start anew with everyone on a clean page with one another and a better willingness to trust each other now that they've all experienced what deceit and secrecy amongst allies can do.

I want this so much and I want Oscar to play a big part in making it happen. 

I don’t wanna hear “Ruby is our protagonist and she has to fix everything” or “Yang will be our stan queen for V8 to call Ruby out”.  NO! 

Both girls have fucked up! Everyone has fucked up!

Including my boy. The difference is that at least Oscar knows he’s fucked up. He is AT LEAST aware of his fuckery unlike Yang and Ruby and the rest of the hero team which is why I need Oscar to be the one to pull everyone up for their shit.

Since who better to do it than the person whose shares a body with the man whose made more mistakes than any man, women and child on Remnant, am I right? 

 Even now as we head into V8, I don’t think Ruby and Yang are aware of the consequences of their own mistakes. None of them seem to be. All the more reason why I think they require the wisdom and guidance of another smaller, more honest soul---one whose seen it from BOTH sides of the coin and can now make a call to better help everyone as a whole.

That's what I'd like to see. Not sure if this changes how you feel Miki-chan but that's how I see it.

P.S. On another note, if it’s any further consolation, I’m not ready for V8 either 8V 

Like it still hasn’t quite hit me as yet even when the episode is literally tomorrow. All I will say is that I NEED to see that opening. Based on how things are staged from the teaser, that opening and the visuals that tells what we’ll see for that season will be what gets me into V8.

But we’ll see XD 

~LittleMissSquiggles (2020)

[ofshampain]

ANTIGONE “ANNIE” RÓISÍN MAEVE FINNEGAN LAZZARO: AN INTRODUCTION

{ hayley atwell, 39, cis female, she/her } hey, antigone “annie” finnegan lazzaro? good to see you, with all the insanity going on! still working at pinehaven theatre as the artistic director? that’s good. i mean, you’ve been around thirty-nine years, what do you make of this insanity? hey, i heard that people have been saying that you’re into re-reading the books you learned about at school to see if they’re more lovable when you’re not being forced, sculpting the world’s most magnificent sandcastle with your child with a free smile on your lips & making a family for your daughter between stage-hands and actors. you also remind people of the lipstick that almost convinces you your life’s together, the strong desire to finally do something yourself without the help of others, an annotated copy of the theatre’s next play, work-glasses set atop the open pages with a half-finished cold coffee, and pathetic fallacy, which i like. well, stay safe out there and remember to listen to the fog warnings.

TWs: ( amicable ) divorce, referenced parental emotional / physical abuse, depression

antigone isn’t her birth name: she was born aisling ( ash-ling. ) if you ask why she changed it, she’ll tell you it was to stick it to equity: ‘try telling me that’s a name an actor already has,’ with all the anger in her chest ( it wasn’t much; it never has been ) but really, she had to get away from the child who lived in that house with their father. and if you know where to look, the theme of punishment for defending family & particularly the character of creon, it’s almost heartbreaking that that is where — of all the choices she could’ve made — she decided to go: especially when you consider that the character of antigone, in her determined defiance, is an aspiration for annie rather than a reflection. she’s more of an ismene, but she wants to be better. but most people do call her annie, and thus they miss the greek tragedy she was named after.

she truly has all the love in the world. for everyone but herself, that is. she’s never quite mastered the concept of self-love, perhaps because any notion of it was crushed by their father. but she’s very maternal, because she doesn’t want anyone who might need it to go without what rory did for her: if you’re having a rough day, she’ll happily have you over, make you food, and you can vent. backstage at the theatre can oftentimes be a support group — but if you talk to her, you can count on her confidence.

that being said, she’s never gone to actual therapy herself and probably never will, because to her that would mean doing the unthinkable: conceding that she is not, in fact, fine. if she can keep the number of people who see her with tear-stained cheeks in a given week to rory and just about nobody else — especially not her daughter sophia — she thinks she’s got it made.

yeah, she’s definitely got depression.

antigone married sebastian lazzaro, who she met while she was studying literature & drama at the university of maine. it was almost fairytale, how head-over-heels they were. until it wasn’t, of course, but they were happy first. dated for five years, married twelve, and have their little sunshine: twelve year old sophia. 

sophia was raised at the pinehaven theatre, annie’s project, and she’s still the artistic director there to this day. but there was always space for sophia in annie’s work, and though she knew it was hard for bash, he could’ve made more of an effort to manage his time.

annie divorced him — bash, to her — not because she didn’t love him. it wasn’t even truly for herself. it made sense to her and to the little voice in her head that she would be... insufficient. it was the fact that her husband’s timetable didn’t make time for their child that really pushed her over the edge. she could see sophia’s hope that her father would be home, that he’d tell her stories from work ( he couldn’t ) being continually crushed. she knew he wasn’t bad, knew his heart was in the right place ( she’s certainly got perspective on bad fathers ) but sophia needed something stable, and it had quickly become apparent to annie that the only way their daughter was going to get that was via a custody arrangement that she could legally hold him to. 

she both regrets it, and doesn’t. because after all, it got her what she aimed for: stability for sophia. the only remaining sign of her regret — that she didn’t want it for herself — is that she’s never gotten rid of her last name.

champion cookie maker. if you’ve had a rough day, you’re going to have an annie finnegan lazarro giving you cookies. after all, i don’t make the rules. that’s just the way that she is.

5′8″ literature & theatre nerd who spends too long putting her face on in the morning. the annie behind the lipstick and the rest of it is more... tired. you can just see more of her, and that doesn’t fit her goal of seeming okay. she listens to anything & everything, she’s got quite the eclectic spread, so it’s quite likely really that her choice reflects her mood. you just have to know where to look for it. ( her favourite musical is six, in case anyone was wondering. it’s her dream to find a way to put it on in pinehaven, but in the current climate, it seems a little blasé. )

she lives in the house that bash bought for her. she works in the theatre someone helped her set up. and the theme continues — annie wants nothing than to be able to stand up and say i did it myself. annie has a sensitive heart, so that often means people feel protective of her, or like they need to be. 

her theme is she used to be mine from waitress thank you for coming to my ted talk. her song for when she’s not coping but trying to: happiness happening by lost witness. amsterdam by daughter is my angsty song for days and... yeah, it fits her too. ‘by the morning i will have grown back.’

enfj-t. hufflepuff.

[avian-writes]

Writeblr Intro

Hello! I’m a semi-new writeblr here and saw that intros are the norm here and wanted to share and hopefully make some writer friends!

I’m Toris he/him, 23 year old from Georgia USA. Yes we have way too much state pride and that shows with how much I use rural towns in my WIPs. I mainly write fantasy, realistic fiction, and horror in many forms; mostly novella length (I’m working on my pacing to make actual novel length) and visual novels (2 projects in the works) as well as poetry!

I absolutely love to make Spotify playlists for just about everything, including every little WIP idea I have, I mostly listen to pop punk and country. My favorite game is put my liked playlist on shuffle and come up with ideas based on the song; either character ideas, plots, or general aesthetics.

I hope to improve my character development and pacing, currently I know I can make stories go by waaay too fast. I always just want to get to the plot parts!

Current WIPs (will keep updated):

Main:

Werewolf Aide

Spotify Playlist | Pinterest Board | POV: first person | Genre: urban fantasy

In the small Southern town of Haven, Dillon Matthews never gave much thought to the supernatural. Maybe they were real, maybe they weren’t. Who was he to say?

Until one night when he finds his co-worker, Kory, running around the woods with a wolf that turned into a human at sunrise. His interest grows even more when Kory won’t give him even a hint of an explanation.

Dillon isn’t one to let things go. But once he’s pushed his way into Kory’s world, will he find friends or enemies?

The Days

Spotify Playlist | POV: first person | Genre: light horror | You can read the first chapter here

Jake and Darian have never been okay. Personal, internal demons plague their every waking moment practically since birth and they’ve accepted that. It’s just something they’ll have to deal with; no matter how much they want to get better. But is that really as out of reach as they think?

A collection of short stories following Darian and Jake as they confront those demons and slowly take back their lives.

The day we decided to live

The day we found solitude

The day we kept moving forward

Side:

The Curse of Minor Hill

POV: third person, revolving POVs | genre: horror/ supernatural mystery

Urban explorers, Kaden, Jack, and Danny, are stuck in a drought of interesting locations. A long, boring, and normal-job-filled drought. So when Danny finds a new abandoned house to check out, they all spring for it. Camera and first aid kit in hand, they walk into the house and get thrown out by an invisible force. Literally thrown.

Curiosity on the rise and determined to explore the whole house, the three have to fight their way into a house that doesn’t want them anywhere near it.

When the Stars Moved

Spotify Playlist | POV: third person | Genre: low fantasy

A coinsurer of constellations and their patterns, Zach spend his days in the wheat fields and his nights watching the stars. As a lightning elemental, he has a special connection with the sky.

So when one day when he notices that the constellations aren’t quite right, he grows more than concerned. The stars are off and no one else seems to notice or care. So he enlists the help of his found family, Cole and Kris, as well as their friends to figure out what’s going on and set them back to normal.

But can he move the stars?

She’s All That

Spotify Playlist | Pinterest Board | POV: third person | Genre: YA romance

High school junior, cheerleader captain, best flyer in the state, best friend of the football team captain, girlfriend of- wait no.

Leona Ngo is a lot of things, but a girlfriend she is not and her heart reminds her of this every time she sees Williamston High’s bonafide most beautiful nerd, Jyn. And her friends are starting to get tired of her pining.

Until Jyn out of the blue offers to tutor Lena in math and it seems the world is finally appeasing this hopeless romantic. And Lena’s determined to learn all she can about this D&D playing, Star Wars loving, clubs-hating beauty.

Pseudo or No Go

Spotify Playlist | Pinterest Board | POV: third person | Genre: contemporary fantasy

Completely of her free will and for no reason other than simply missing a sibling, 16 year old Ellie leaves her state to spend the Summer with her older brother, Oli, in Georgia.

But South Georgia isn’t all it seems. After a close call with a blood-thirsty gremlin, Ellie learns the Fae are real. And they want her name.

I love seeing others’ WIPs and keeping up with them, please feel free to follow! I’ll follow back on my main blog avian-king~

[pinehavenpeaches]

{ billy burke, 50, male, he/his) hey, STEVE WOOD? good to see you, with all the insanity going on! still working at THE POLICE STATION as a/n SHERIFF? that’s good. i mean, you’ve been around FIFTY YEARS, what do you make of this insanity? hey, i heard that people have been saying that you’re into DRINKING, WATCHING CLASSIC FILMS, and COOKING. you also remind people of FRESHLY VARNISHED HARDWOOD, DRINKING ALONE, THE SMELL OF CIGARETTE SMOKE AND CHEAP COLOGNE, YEARNING FOR LOST LOVE, and LOOKING IN THE MIRROR AND FINDING MORE WRINKLES UNDER HIS EYES, which i like. well, stay safe out there and remember to listen to the fog warnings.

Steve Wood is the sheriff, and he’s very tired and lonely. He married his high school sweetheart Loretta, but she left him twelve years ago now. Still, every anniversary he drinks scotch and thinks about calling her.

Steve’s best friend, (although neither of them would necessarily put it that way) is Rory Finnegan. After working together for years, they have grown a bond. They might not talk about feelings and crap, but they know that they are there for one another. Steve has been trying to be supportive since Rory lost his wife to the fog, but he’s never been very good at that.

Loretta left him because she couldn’t get pregnant and that was basically a strain on their relationship because she desperately wanted kids. She had them with another man now. Steve guesses he should be happy for her.

His house is decorated very minimally, and the only things Steve really indulges in are food and drink.

I just have icons for Billy/Steve right now!

[foggedgrief]

hello, hello, hello ! here is the last of my babies for now, ofelia beatrix mae sharpe. i am undoubtedly in love with her, the absolutely menace and icon in one. you can find some basic info on her here !

be warned ! before you click that handy dandy little read more, the following triggers will be discussed. no major details but themes of : embezzlement, divorce, and affairs are present !

soft  now  while  she  sits  in  the  sunshine  to  breathe  in  the  day  and  exhale  the  night,  this  is  a  woman  more  god  than  man  but  aren’t  all  women  this  way  ?,  crave  salvation  all  you  want  sweet  dove  but  someone  will  find  it  between  your  legs,  pour  out  the  blood  of  christ  for  he  is  not  worthy  of  your  lips,  and  sing  the  songs  that  call  to  your  heart  and  they  will  set  you  free. 

a more recent addition to the town, still not a thorough member, ofelia sharpe is an acquired taste of a woman. inherently understanding someone like her requires a lifetime of social pressures that don’t exist in a town like pine haven but critiquing her for the way her nose seems to constantly be upturned, never a hair out of place, and for wearing shoes more expensive than six months worth of rent comes easily. 

born in savannah, georgia, ofelia beatrix mae sharpe has all the social graces of a southern belle and the accent to match. an imaginative child, ofelia spent most of her time playing the part of someone else. from the age of three when she was asked what she wanted to be, ofelia would proudly declare i’m going to be an actress and true to form once she set her mind to it, there was no stopping her. 

ofelia’s first time on screen was for a television show that aired on nickelodeon when she was thirteen. she stared with guest episodes and eventually became a lead when she was seventeen for the last season. the show ended about a week before she was eighteen. not one to pass up an opportunity, when a new show dropped into her lap less than a month later, she was immediately on board. 

some people might actually recognize her from this role ! it was actually about kiah blackwood’s life. she played his younger sister, a fictionalized version of rebekah blackwood who she maintains a good relationship with now. the show ran for two seasons but ofelia was only in the first as the second was totally fictionalized and ofelia was ,,, Not about that life. 

after leaving television at nineteen, she pursued the theater and moved to new york. her fame from television quickly translated to a year long stretch as wednesday addams in the addams family and served as vanda in venus in fur as part of the limited broadway run. a few other roles followed both on stage and screen. the final project she worked on was a major blockbuster that many thought might catapult her career into the attention of studios like marvel and disney. 

after working for almost eight years straight, ofelia decided to take a break ( this, of course, has nothing to do with the incredibly public divorce that her parents went through or her mother’s ejection from the daughters of the american revolution, an organization that ofelia is also a part of, for embezzling funds, or her father’s mistress getting pregnant ) and after throwing a dart at a map, she started driving through maine and stopped in the first town she needed gas in. that was pine haven. 

ofelia came in with the kind of money that people declare eat the rich about. she drove in with a brand new suv, with luggage branded louis vuitton, heels with blood red bottoms. not a god damn thing about her screamed empathy, compassion, or sincerity but ofelia has always had a particular habit of being a polarizing personality. either you loved her or hated her within the first five minutes of meeting her and she never much cared about what other people thought. 

but she did ( and does ! ) believe in generosity, though. money can buy you damn near everything and in this town she’s known for leaving tips with hundred dollar bills and she helped bring the theater into 2020 ( she also typically tends to lead but you can’t blame a girl for it — she does have talent after all ).

she bought a house near the center of town and has had it almost completely redone inside and out, sure that it was something she’d be proud of seeing, just as she did with the theater. she’s mellowed out since she’s arrived to town but there’s a distinct kind of air that surrounds ofelia whenever she’s out and about. less self aggrandizing and just a true confidence that comes from knowing that she brings something to this town by being here and feeling as though she’s influential in the community without feeling like she has to broadcast her life to her eleven and a half million followers on instagram ( she still does though ).