#dietgravity

[dysyncz]

dietgravity replied to your post“Tomorrow I leave for RTX”

I'll be there! I'll say hi if I see ya!

Aye please do!

[muse-whimsy]

Welcome to the Mono club! We have free coffee and tee and have meetings every Saturday. On Sunday we all get together and cry for a few hours. Have a good time!

omg thanks for the welcome oho yes i can’t wait to feel the feels

[nerdgasrnz]

THERE ARE SWEET POTATO PIES?!

YES?????????

[nerdgasrnz]

Remember when RT was picked up by Full screen? You know. When they whole company now has to take orders from a upstairs. Remember that? No one?

Everyone’s speculating that they’re at fault in this situation and its a pretty good guess.

[nerdgasrnz]

Can you draw Sun eating Michael's McRib stack?

I don’t take requests

MAYBE if you become my patron on Patreon, i’ll consider it

[xekstrin]

Dream A Little Dream Of Me

A/N: Patron request-- this patron wanted “monochrome angst” so I delivered. Takes place post-season 3.

Her lungs burned with every ragged breath, legs aching and joints complaining every time she landed wrong. But Weiss kept running, knowing she was desperately out of shape with no regular hunts to keep her sharp, without Myrtenaster at her belt to keep her balanced. 

Maybe it was her faunus blood, or maybe it was that harsh outer-kingdom lifestyle, but Blake kept leaving her behind.

“Come on!”

Blake took her by the hand, dragging her along when she couldn’t manage it herself. More than ever Weiss recognized the difference between them, a life spent on the fringe of civilization versus locked in a gilded cage. 

“Just a little farther,” Blake promised her, and that’s when the first bullet hit her.

She tumbled, going down like a sack of bricks. The bullet hadn’t pierced her aura but it had smacked her right in the back of the knees. 

His own daughter? Weiss thought wildly, ducking low and continuing to run alongside Blake, who now sported a heavy limp. He’ll fire at his own daughter???

They had to jump across a set of roofs, too far apart to just run by. Blake took a running leap, arcing high into the air, and another bullet smashed into her as she took a tumble on the other side of the gap.

Weiss followed, jumping as far as she could.... but time stretched out, and she hung suspended in the air halfway across.

She fell, wildly waving her arms about, desperately trying to summon a glyph but nothing was working, her arms were locked behind her back by some terrible force and--

She woke up screaming, a dozen glyphs tearing apart her bedsheets, all of them slicing uncontrollably with newfound power. Power that she couldn’t hope to control yet, the power in her bloodline. 

Of course, after six months of this her father took her to see the family physician.

The woman shone a small light in her eyes, checked her head to toe. It felt like a stage production, going through the motions. They both knew there was nothing physically wrong with her, besides the obvious: 

She couldn’t sleep.

“You’re a little underweight,” the doctor noted as Weiss stepped off the scale. “They’re not starving you at home, are they?”

“I’m on a diet,” Weiss said blandly. She put on the act of a spoiled rich girl, cobwebs in her skull. It’s easy enough. That’s what everyone expected from her anyway. 

The doctor patted her on top of her crown, fondly reminiscing over her when she was a toddler and came in sick with the black chills. It was something that spread throughout the whole city, heeding not social status nor money, and it was the closest she had ever come to dying. It left her frailer than other children her age, a fact that burned inside her every time her classmates left her behind. 

That night at dinner her father made a quip about finishing her meal. She stops half-bite, setting her fork and knife down and staring coldly at him across the linen.

She wanted to set a foot on the table, lunge forward, tear his throat out.

It’s not the first time she’s had that urge but the first time she realized she could actually do it.

It’s the first time she sympathized with everyone else who wanted it, who trembled at the idea of blood running down their throat.

I miss Blake, she thought every night, aching, alone in her bed. I miss her. I miss her so much. 

When those thoughts didn’t keep her awake, the nightmares did. Fleeing, failing, falling, stabbing, shooting. 

Or of Blake standing above her, feet braced as she held onto Weiss’ wrist. She is always dangling in the dream, helpless, and then Blake lets her drop.

Weiss dreams of breaking out of the birdcage, wings broken and bleeding from the struggle. Weiss limps to freedom, torn ragged from the twisted metal.

She dreams of wolf teeth, slowly staining red.

[abd-illustrates]

I read that OC villain alliance name as "Savage" the first time I saw it

I tried to come up with a semi-understandable response for this but somehow this is just making me think of RuPaul’s drag race I am so sorry

[nerdgasrnz]

I know you're not a huge fan a Qrow. But I think this thing with Yang might bring out his good side. The Uncle. Not the Drunkle. This is his niece, and he's already lost two important people in his life. He's probably not going to be keep on losing another to incarceration. I feel we're going to see a side of Qrow that, well, isn't a giant ass. I WANT TO SEE GOOD DEFENSIVE UNCLE. The one that will bust into the courtroom and argue his neice's freedom until he's tackled by guards.

(I’M SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO RESPOND TO THIS)

seems legit