occupy the system

The person at the store with food stamps isn’t the problem. A corrupt tax code that allowed 8 dudes to accumulate as much wealth as 4 billion people is the problem.

Tired [Part: 2]
  • Pairing: Jerome Valeska/Joker x Reader x Peter Parker/Spiderman.
  • AU included: DC/MARVEL
  • Prompt: You had enough with Jerome as he keeps seducing other girls in front of you so you plan to leave him and go to New York. Where you will find yourself stuck in the web of another bug who will fall in love with you.

OMG. YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN SO KIND TO ME AT THE COMMENTS ASDFGHKL. Anyways~ Back to the point! This part 2 took me awhile! ^^”, I don’t really have much complete plot line for this story so yeah. And if you’re wondering, isn’t Gotham actually New York? Well, I knew that and this are two alternate universe conjoined to each other so mind as well say Gotham is different city in this reader insert, also Gotham isn’t really a popular city in this AU so yeah. Enjoy reading!


PART [1] [3] [4]

It was a long ride to New York and you were awakened around the afternoon to find the owner of the bus tapping you.

“Miss, this is the last stop.”

You groaned and hoisted, nodding at the old man and resumed on walking out of the bus. The city of New York was eventful, and you couldn’t help but gawk at how optimistic the people are here. In Gotham, people feared for their lives but here you could see children moving around freely, stands that aren’t broken and everything that is the opposite of Gotham.

You separated the hood that was covering your face off. People here don’t really know much about Gotham so why bother cover up like some paparazzi would start taking picture of you. The rumbling of your stomach disturbed your fantasy, and you started to find some restaurant or whatever eatery that could provide you food for your hunger. Your luck remained beside for you as you found a hotdog stand in a distant. You paid for the hotdog that was on a stick with ketchup that accessorized it. You sat on a bench that was shaded by a tree and started to eat the food. While eating you brought out your cellphone.

And to your fear he texted you.


“Shit, now he would start find me. Better keep a low profile now,” you winced at the thought. You always loved attention and just having a low profile is hard for the formal serial killer.  You threw the phone at the earth and started stomping on it, which made some civilians gaze at you with oddness. You just wanted to stare back at the people and threat but you reminded yourself that you’re trying a new life as a rational person once again.

“There, no tracing me.” You muttered but then you grasped at the reality. “Fuck, now I don’t have a phone…”

You heaved a sigh and clutched your bag and roamed around for a while, trying to find a cheap hotel before you get a job. But then life teases you so much as you made another turn and saw a Mall with an Apple Shop.  You smirked, “Maybe stealing for a second wouldn’t hurt.”

Dragging the hood and is now covering your face, you arrived at the mall in silence. You passed the security with a little trick that Jerome taught you once, just thinking about that name made you wince. As you passed, the guards nod and you’re now almost free to steal hundreds of things in this mall but an IPhone is the only thing you needed for now. Maybe a MacBook too, it was a good decision so you included it at the list to steal in your head.

You entered the shop, and examined for any security cameras. “Of course there would be,” you murmured as you sighted three.

You then went to a laptop, which was not occupied and sneakingly hacked the system and deactivated the cameras one by one. Now your next plan, which you weren’t proud, had, consist of aiming a pistol towards the cashier.

“I need a phone dear, the latest one. And if you don’t hand it over to me I’ll—” you shot one person at the head that was trying to escape.  “Do that to you,” you spoke. Aiming once again to the cashier. “Y-yes sir!” she complied and proceeded to give you an IPhone, “Also give me one of the MacBook Air.” The cashier once again nodded and gave you the bag of the laptop. You proceeded to put the box to your backpack but then heard the girl calling 911. You rolled your eyes then shot her but then you heard the speakers of the mall alarming people.

You took your time but then you heard someone behind you. “Whoa man, stop right there.”

Turning back you saw a man dressed up in a spider suit which was odd because spiders couldn’t possible have red and blue color at the same time, right?

“The fuck is this, child’s play?” you thought out loud. “I wouldn’t think of that if I were you sir.” He then proceeded to shoot some web trying to get the gun but you managed to toss it and catch it with your other hand, you were completely surprised. People in New York have supernatural abilities? This will probably be harder than you thought it would be. You then shot the glass wall and dived in and continued on running, gripping the two bags tightly. The spider boy continued to chase you, you tried to lose him but he was too fast. You started to climb a ladder of a building. You were really talented on gymnastics and parkour because of your job in the circus with Jerome.

When you were now at the rooftop spider boy was there, stretching.

Mister you need to give that back!” you could almost imagine him beaming in triumph. You grumbled then sprint towards him, which made him, shock for a moment but then recovered back, you proceeded to engage a fight with him. You swing some punches to him and tried to kick him, which he kept dodging. Unfortunately, he was too quick and when you avoided one of his fists your hood fell and revealed your ponytailed/hair.

Y-You’re a girl?!” he gasped but then you managed to kick him on the chest and made a run for it. But when you were about to jump off the building and land to another one with such a great distance. Spider boy achieved to fire some webs on your leg when you jumped and tugged you towards him and proceeded to shoot some webs on all of your limbs, straining you. Preventing you to flee. You wriggled frustration is getting you.

“LET ME GO YOU FUCKING HERO WANNA BE SPIDER!”

“W-whoa! Calm down ma’am.” He brought out both of his hand and raised it beside him in a mocking manner. “If you didn’t stole, you wouldn’t been in this situation.”

The man in spider suit advanced picked the bag and the other bag, which has the laptop in it, hopefully it didn’t broke “Let me just get this and call the police—“

JEROME! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME!”

The man stared at you as you started to cry and shout he was confused on why you were acting like that. A trick? No, it seems genuine.

JEROME!”

The cops dragged you at the station while you were crying and freaking out. “Madam, that man is a psychopath. He could never love you, he brought you in this situation and you chose to believe him and now this is the punishment.”

NoJ loves me he loves me! He wouldn’t leave me in this son of a bitch jail…. JEROME!” you said, struggling. Some of your faith was vanished when the police said those words. No, he couldn’t possibly abandon you here. Isolated. Few ticks ago, you and Jerome slaughtered most of the children and some parents in a birthday party. One of the neighbors overheard it and called the police leaving you unalert but Jerome knew this. So when you started to blow a punch on one of the children on the face, Jerome said that he would be back with a surprise. This is the second time both of you had a murder spree, so you could call yourself novice. You nodded, grinning at him and heard the door shut.  You continued on punching, stomping, having the time of your life and releasing all of the stress that was buckled up inside you.

You heard someone unlocked the door and you turned back smiling, “Jerome! This is fun!”

But it wasn’t Jerome you saw. It was three cops raising their guns at you. Now, you could easily escape this now but you weren’t witty back then. And that lead to the condition you were, in a cold prison. How did you get out? An acquaintance of Jerome and you from the circus helped you abscond. It was successful but when she said that you shouldn’t do it again and that Jerome is a bad deal you didn’t consider her advice. The next day you went to the circus to find Jerome with a brunette playing some games.

Mr. J!” you called out, they both turned around. The girl was angelic looking but had an aura around her that you didn’t like, when you glanced at Jerome. You swore he looked disappointed but rapidly covered it up. “Oh hey (Y/N)!” No sweet calls, no welcome back. As if he didn’t care you getting sealed up in the dungeon of a jail for five months, no hugs, no anything. Your heart stopped; this was the first time your heart broke due to love. “Who’s she?” the girl inquired Jerome.

“She’s a close friend of mine, hun.” You stared at him, eyes like saucer. “Please excuse us for a moment.”

You were about to speak up for yourself when he held your hand and dragged you in a well dim place. He looked at you, smiled. “I’m happy you’re out darling.” This gave you hope, a small smile managed to creep on to your face. “Don’t worry about her, bug.  She is just my new play toy, I still love you so much. Now be quiet of our relationship darling, it will ruin the fun.” He whispered and pecked my lips, it was quick which you were disappointed about but at least he gave some of his attention.

Right?

After that, he continued to do that same act again. Making you trust him, but smash it, then having an affair with another woman but claims that the female is another toy to him and you’re his soul mate.

~

“Jerome, don’t leave me…. I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass, I’m sorry for disturbing your torture, I’m sorry for asking too many question about the different girls you brought in the house! I just want you to stay Jerome…”

Spiderman looked at you confused but gloomy at the same time.  He wondered what happened to your past life that made your life so miserable. He assumed it was this “Jerome” person you were confessing about. He started to believe that you didn’t seem to be a bad person at all. Well being a homicidal person is unhealthy and awful but you seemed just mentally ill and had a hard time on your life. He couldn’t believe it but he is actually convinced that you can be cured. He pondered to whether give you to the police or just probably help you cope up and have a sane life. He felt sympathy. You seemed really afraid of being in jail; all people are but you in different case.

He sighed, “I’m going to regret this.”

Spiderman!” he heard the cops call out. He then proceeded to slide down the building, landing gracefully on top of the car of the police. “Did you manage to capture the burglar?” the fat police said, while the other police searched for the robber.

“Sorry o-officer…” he gulped. He wasn’t really a good liar; he just hoped they bought it. “The thief escaped. I’m really sorry.”

The policeman sighed, “Well… It happens, not all heroes could do their job perfectly.” He winced, his reputation decreasing.

“Alright, I’ll just go…” he answered back, swinging and jumping back at the building. He saw you passed out, in exhaustion probably.

“Spiderman, helping a criminal. What a news, I just hope I wouldn’t get caught…” He anticipated, detaching his mask. He wiped his sweat and looked at the sunset, then back to you. “What was I thinking?…” Peter walked towards you and kneels down. “Well… Off we go miss criminal, I guess?” he questioned to himself before putting his mask on and picking you up then going back to his and his Aunt May’s apartment.  He was just thankful that Aunt May was on a vacation the one and only Tony Stark.




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In the world of corrupt politics as usual: Lobbyists write the laws that benefits corporate America with corrupt politicians and the president are only in office as a rubber stamp approval to help pass these laws. But we won’t hear any of it since corporations also the major tv networks.

Mechanics & Rebels

Paring: Cassian X Fem! Reader

Warnings: Some smutty elements, reader hurt, some violence, and my favorite angst

You and Cassian were never on the best of terms. Working on a mission together was the worst chore and his droid didn’t help the tension at all. You two were smart, quick, good shot, everything you needed to be for the rebellion. But there was always some tension, some annoyance you two shared.

 Each mission was normally silent with the exception of a few sarcastic remarks and strategies of attack. That was really all the words you spoke during a mission. However during your time at Yavin Four you two seemed to be at each other’s throats. Many people saw the tension and never tried to get in the middle of it all. Watching you two fight was intense enough.

You and Cassian were both captains. But you entered the rebellion a bit later then Cassian, as you were taking care of your sick mother after your father had passed. The passing of your father was very hard on your mother’s personal health, and she needed you to do simple chores, and help with the processes of recovery. You didn’t regret it, helping your mother into health was fine enough. And when she died peacefully you took an opportunity to join the rebellion.

The relationship between you and your mother was undoubtedly close. She was your best friend, the person you could always talk to. Your father however was someone you hardly talked to or about. He never was a terrible father he just showed a lack of affection and approval. Your mother always said that it was because of his focus on giving you two a good life. And you believed your mother, you just wished he could say something about being proud of you. 

When your father died from a resisting arrest of a stormtrooper. Your father was a righteous man, who firmly believed in the rebellion. Your family had lived in an Empire occupied planetary system where your father was a merchant. One day he was seen talking against the empire, unknowing that imperial troops were hearing.Your father was quickly approached about his outspoken words. 

 The imperial troop asked for his father to come with the troop, he was being arrested for treason. Your father spat in the troop’s face resisting arrest. Before he knew it, your father was lying on the ground bleeding from a shot in his stomach. No other merchant helped him, they knew the best thing to do was pretend like nothing happened. If anyone did anything it would only mean arrest or death. 

 It wasn’t until late at night, diner was left cold on the table and your mother was waiting anxiously for your father to return. She knew something was wrong as your father would come home at the same time every night. You were only seven years old, watching your mother worry and worry as each minute passed by. When the door knocked, not opened, you knew something terrible had happened. 

 Your mother opened the door to find a strange man at your door. You had seen the man a few times before. He was a merchant who was a few shops down. Your mother invited him, desperately asking where your father was. The man looked at your mother frowning. “I’m sorry but imperial troops shot him this afternoon, he was talking against the empire and would not go with the troops once he was caught. I’m really sorr-” The man was cut off by your mother yelling.

 “You knew, you watched him die, you knew since this afternoon. And yet you did nothing, you and countless other cowards. And when you decide to have sort of decency to tell me, his wife whom you have seen many times before, now when it is late at night! How dare you put me and my daughter through all this waiting thinking my husband will come home! How dare all of you merchants. Get out of my house!” 

Your mother yelled in rage as she watched the man walk away and she slamming the door on him. You mother pushed her back against the door and slid down, sobbing holding her knees close to her chest. She knew she couldn’t blame anyone for not telling her or for not helping your father but she was in such a state of grief that she couldn’t contain herself. 

 You watched your mother sobbing, you walked over towards her hugging her arm. You weren’t crying, however. Your dad was just a man you had little connection with. Your mother smiled at you with tears running down her face as she looked at you. “Your father loved you, he loved you and believed in you. Don’t let yourself think otherwise. He was so proud, he just didn’t know how to show it.”

Your mother lied, your father knew how to show how proud he was for you. How much he loved you. But he knew he was a righteous man and that one day he would die too soon, and getting close would make his death hard. You could call your father a selfish man in thinking that way, but he just wanted for you to grow up without the Empire breathing down your neck. Even if that meant not being a part of your life.

That was the thought you would remind yourself whenever you thought about your father. Soon after your father’s death your mother got sick due to stress and hurt from your father’s death. You started to take care of your mother trying to get any small job to help pay for medicine and food. Your mother passed away in her sleep with you comforting her. You were thirteen at the time. 

 From then on you have sold nearly anything in your home then eventually your home itself. You stayed on your planet for a while until you could buy your own ship, with help from some people who taught you how to drive it. When you were sixteen you left your planet to a rebel training base. You stayed there training and moving your rank to captain.

Eventually you were moved to Yavin Four. Working with Mon-Mothma and other captains. Your skills were mechanics and hand on hand combat. You mostly worked on repairing ships rather than missions. But when you did go on missions, they were always successful. However almost every mission, you were partnered with Cassian. A captain in his own right, but seemed very arrogant.

You two started out as very cold to each other, only wanting to get the mission done and go your separate ways. You had some respect for him, and you would like to think he had some for you too. At times you two could get at each other’s throats, you pointing out how arrogant he could be and him saying that you are reckless. And sure you were reckless but you always got things down without any problems, unlike him.

You typically kept to yourself on Yavin Four. You either fixed ships or was greeted with a mission. It was very lonely on Yavin Four, not that it was a bad thing, it just how it was. Until you met a man named Alastair Frome. He was a strategist, and a few ranks higher than you. 

 He had dark brown hair and olive skin, his height was a few inches taller than you. He had brown eyes that anyone would fall in love with. And that’s exactly what you did. Alastair was a charmer, he was very charismatic and got along with everyone at Yavin Four. Alastair frequently visited Yavin Four with new intelligence and plans for the rebels. 

 When you two first started dating no one would have guessed it, as you kept your relationship well hidden for almost a year. After a year you two became more public with your relationship, some people whispering how you slept your way up, which was wrong. But you didn’t care what people whispered about you. 

 Cassian, however was not so fond of Alastair, he was only good at strategies, something Cassian was as very talented at too. Not to mention Cassian has been apart of the rebellion longer than Frome. Cassian never knew why he had such a disdain of Frome, he just did. 

 But after one mission with you, Cassian had figured out why he was never really fond about Alastair. You two were sent on a planet known for its bustling city-esque life and illegal smuggling of weapons. There was a man you two had to find, his name was Talon Fallian {fall-ian}, a man responsible for illegal trading of weapons and the murder of some rebels. 

 Talon had tendency to stay at a club known for many smugglers and thugs of the galaxies, many of them Cassian knew too well. You knew the mission wouldn’t be so successful if you, Cassian and his imperial droid K-2SO walk right in asking to see Talon. There would be no way for the mission to go smoothly. 

 The very day you two were assigned to your mission you two left immediately onto one of the U wings provided by the rebellion. You had sat in the pilot’s seat and K-2SO in the copilot seat. Cassian scuffed a bit as you sat in the pilot seat. “You think you should drive the ship, huh.” Cassian spoke with bitterness. 

 “Yes Cassian, I do. Since one. people tend to remember your face once you kinda screw them over, and two, people will see my face it will be easier for us to get on the planet without any problems. So if I were you I would stop lurking and sit down patiently, in the back.” You said focusing on the driving. Cassian rolling his eyes before going to a place on the ship where he was hidden. 

 Once landed you stepped away asking K-2SO to finish shutting off the ship as you had to get ready for the plan. The plan was to get Talon alone in a room off in the club which had a back door easily accessed if you know the right people, or have a blaster. You had changed into a pair of black fitting pants and a red tank top with a black leather jacket. With the very small pocket you slipped in a knife. Talon had a very ‘lowkey’ business. No one really knew how to approach his business.

 Once you finished you putting on high heeled boots, not very preferred shoes, but this mission did not require athletic shoes. You walked out with K-2SO and Cassian waiting for you to get on with the mission. “Finally, you were taking forever.” K-2SO over exaggerated, meanwhile Cassian stood quietly, looking at you for a moment before quickly looking away. “I sure hope you could get on with the mission, God help you break a heel and we get into some hot water. And might I add the chances of you breaking a heel is very high.” K-2SO also added.

You rolled your eyes at K-2SO’s comment, brushing your hands through your hair. “Are you ready Captain Andor?” You asked looking at him your arms crossed on your chest. He finally looked up at you nodding. “Okay so K-2SO you will need to stay in the ship” K-2SO groaned sitting back in the copilot seat muttering silently. “I’ll get in the club get Talon alone, and I’ll yell if I need any help”

“And what if you can’t yell for help so quickly? I doubt in that outfit you have a blaster easily accessible.” Cassian said raising an eyebrow at you.

“I have a knife easily to get out if I needed to. Not to mention I’m pretty decent at hand on hand combat for a mechanic.” You spoke before walking out and Cassian following shortly after. 

 You made your way to the entrance into the club, looking and hoping to find Talon. And as you looked to your right, you found him. He was leaning against the wall taking a few sips of his alcohol. You grabbed a drink from a waiter and walked towards him. He smirked at you looking up and down your body. You stepped aside to him leaning against the wall he was leaning on. Talon turned and smirked looking at you. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You smirked taking a sip of your drink, this was going to be a long night. “Please, the pleasure is all mine.” You said taking yet another sip of your drink. Talon began to face towards you getting off the wall. The mission began to startup successfully as you two began to talk and causally flirt. Luckily Alastair would not be too phased by this since it was all for the mission, not matter what you did.

Talon began to slide his hands against your side and thighs. You then pulled him closer telling him how you wanted to go into a place quieter. You grabbed his hand and made your way passing the crowds to a hallway leading to the planned room, which was Talon’s favorite room. He smirked pressing you against the wall kissing your lips harshly as his hands moved up your body. 

Your hands moved to the door and opened it, both you and Talon walking in you hands and lips still with each other. Only breaking away for Talon to lock the door. Once more Talon pressed you against the wall his lips traveling down you neck taking off your jacket. Fake moans escaped your mouth as you tried to sound turned on. Before you knew it your shirt was off, and you realized you needed to put the brakes on this.

You pressed him close before you took your knife from your pocket. You then stabbed Talon in the stomach. He screamed out loudly causing Cassian to open the back door walking in with his blaster out. You looked over at him for a moment before going to Talon kneeling down at him still shirtless. “Okay enough foreplay Talon, you can always confess or you will be looking at the last thing you will ever see.” You said as Cassian moving to the opposite side of where you were kneeling beside Cassian.

“I’m not saying anything sweetheart.” He spat at you before taking out his knife from his stomach. “He’s not going to talk we better leave him.” Cassian said to you as you looked up. Right then Talon struck his knife into your side. You groaned in pain before you overpower him took the knife and stabbed him in his throat. You stood up your hand covered in blood as you tried to take your clothes back, but only managing to grab your jacket. Cassian ran over to help you. “Hey take it easy.” He whispered to you walking you back to the ship.

Cassian told K-2SO to start the ship up and to begin flying away, while he set you onto one of two beds on the ship. You grit your teeth in pain as he took your hand from your wound. It didn’t hurt that bad. A few stitches would be all you need. Cassian grabbed something to clean your wound, a wash cloth, and thread and needle. You were still in your bra, (there is underwear in space fight me george lucas) and you were one hundred percent positive you saw Cassian have a blush on his cheeks.

“You shouldn’t have been so reckless. You shouldn’t have let your guard down” Cassian whispered as he cleaned your wound and you wincing in pain grabbing onto a blanket.

“How could I not let my guard down Cassian? He was such a charmer.” You spoke sarcastically before Cassian began to stitch up your wound. Your skin making goosebumps as he touched your bare skin. “What Frome isn’t enough of a charmer?” 

“Don’t be so arrogant Andor.” You groaned in pain as he was stitching up your wound.“I wouldn’t talk the way about someone who is stitching up your wound.”“Well, then forgive me captain.”Cassian didn’t say much after that, he finished your stitching and went to the pilot seat. You laid down and got some rest, still shirtless. Eventually you fell asleep.

You were soon in the same room were Talon once was. The room was all too familiar, however your wound was covered. You were alone in the room until the door opened, but not by Talon, or Alaistair. But it was opened by Cassian.Your heart was beating quickly as he closed the door and walked towards you. His hands cupped your face as he kissed you passionately your arms taking off his jacket. His hands then moved to your waist pressing you against him as he pressed your back against the wall.His lips moving to your neck, goosebumps rising as you felt his lips and his beard against your skin. You pressed yourself against him your hand holding his neck as he bit your skin gently. Once he bit you, you moaned out. This time you didn’t have to fake it. Cassian’s hands moved your shirt of you, breaking his lips from your neck for as split moment as he took off your shirt. Once your shirt was off his lips went back to your neck. “Cassian..” You moaned out softly.

Then you woke up, your heart racing and your shirt still off like your dream, but you were on the ship. Your breath was fast as you were sitting up. Just then the small lamp turned on and you saw Cassian looking over at you on the bed across from you. “What are you doing up so late?” You asked squinting your eyes trying to adjust your eyes to the lamp lighting.

“It’s hard to sleep when your moaning out my name.” Cassian said shrugging looking at you. Your cheeks became a subtle shade of pink as your fingers ran through your hair. 

“Please, I was having a nightmare.” You said coldly as you tried to get your blanket to cover you up. As you brought up your blanket you had noticed your wound reopened. You cursed under your breath, enough to get Cassian’s attention.

“What happened?” He asked concerned. You pulled off your blanket and exposed your open wound. It was now bleeding even more. Cassian ran over you sitting at the space beside you trying to stop your bleeding. “I could have sworn that I did the stitching correctly.”

“Well you clearly didn’t.” You groaned in pain.

“Well you wouldn’t have a wound if you hadn’t been so careless.” Cassian spoke frustrated as he bandaged up your wound. “You should stop being so reckless.” He mumbled finishing up bandaging up the bleeding mess. 

“Why do you care so much?”

Cassian looked up at you, his eyes looking into yours. He sighed as his eyes moved their gaze to your lips. In all honesty Cassian had thought about kissing you. He even felt his heart leap as he faintly heard his name from your lips. Sure you two had a very professional, and at some point a sarcastic relationship. But somewhere along those times spent together he had wanted to kiss you. He wanted to be yours.

“Why Cassian?” You asked once more Cassian not saying anything at all. He sighed looking away mumbling what sounded like ‘night’. And then he walked to the bed and went to sleep. You just looked at him not saying anything, you then laid back and went to sleep wondering why Cassian cared so much.

That morning K-2SO had landed the ship back to Yavin Four. You got up put on the shirt you wore leaving to the mission, grabbed your things and walked outside of the hsip, not saying anything to Cassian. But he watched you. He watched you leave and leap into the arms of Alistair Frome, your partner. He watched you kiss him and smile brightly looking at him. And from the moment Cassian knew why he disliked Alistair. 

theroyalwitch  asked:

✄: How does your muse perceive themselves, both internally and externally? How does this differ from how other people may see them? for Phen

Phenalyn does not have a very high opinion of herself, sadly. Growing up in a massive cave system occupied by only a few established families left her with not much time to socialize or turn herself into a well rounded person. She paints herself as being overly curious and ignorant to the point of annoyance, and her intense interest in spirits, sprites and nature never seem to connect with others. As such, she views herself has being too eccentric for most people.

In actuality, Phen might seem a little sheepish and maybe a bit too enthusiastic about learning, but she’s not intolerable. In fact, most people find her to be very sweet and kind, perhaps sometimes a little too much. But she is certainly not the insufferable creature she tells herself she is.

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Media Blackout on Lawsuit Against DNC for Primary Rigging

Driving to work and at a stoplight these two girls in the car behind me straight up took a picture of the back of my car. Ya know, my Tesla, SpaceX, Occupy Mars, Interplanetary Transport System, and Experience Daliona bumper stickers.

Ceres (Possible alien base or our own). Note the rectilinear structures, domes, triangles and the general symmetry in this crater. I am doubtful this is organic. Have a proper look.  This is not natures style. Patterns like this come from the sentient who like ORDER. We could be looking at an ancient settlement. As in hundreds of thousands of years old, if not millions.

I don’t know about you but each time I review Gale Crater, I get the distinct feeling that it is almost a temple or the remnants of an ancient grave site because of the objects found there. Take this for example, reminiscent of a sarcophagus, statuary etc. It is not alone. Have a look at the various SOLs. Debris, intelligently designed debris is everywhere. Feels like an archaeological site and yes, I actually do know what I am talking about when it comes to antiquity and ancient spaces. There is much to be found there and NASA knows it.

There are many pyramids on Mars. Are we saying this is natural? Could even be the top of an obelisk buried in millions of years of sand. You cannot put this down to wind erosion, there simply isn’t enough pressure (wind etc).

Yup. We have never been alone. Similar structures are to be found all over our Solar System, which makes one wonder. Exactly what happened, seemingly all at once to END this civilization and yes, I do believe it was one civilization that occupied this solar system. Did they go to war? Are we looking at the aftermath and what is more, are we the descendants?

We live in interesting times.

Anon Request: KBTBB guys find out MC has killed a man before in self defense

Slight Trigger warning: Unsuccessful sexual assault and death

Awwwww damn.
Turn and flee, boys.

Soryu:
It was the first time you accompanied him to the shooting range. You had always quietly declined going, but he had insisted on teaching you how to shoot, and you finally submitted.
“Shoot when you’re ready.” He says, and puts a hand on your shoulder to help you with recoil.
The curve of your hand closes with ease around the safety button at the handle of the pistol, and you narrow one eye slightly, focusing on the dot. Your finger squeezes the trigger easily and you pierce the paper target man between the eyes. You let fly another four rounds, and slowly open your left eye to see the closely grouped holes.
“You shoot well. You’re quite a natural.”
Soryu notices your frown.
“What’s wrong, ________?” Your boyfriend’s fretful gaze fixes on you, searching your face. “Do you not like shooting?”
You shake your head, not wanting to answer as you pull away from him, grab the pistol again, and fire more shots randomly into the paper target. The scent of combustion fills the air and images flash before your mind. You scream and drop the pistol.
“_________!” Soryu grabs you as your legs give out and you slide to the floor slowly. You burst out crying and curl into his waiting arms. “What’s wrong?”
You shake your head repeatedly, too terrified to say anything. The gunfire. The sounds. Memories flash before your eyes and you scream again. The range staff were outside the room, frantic, looking in. Soryu shook his head firmly at them and gestured for them to get lost.
He cradles you in his arms.
“You’re safe with me.”
You were shaking.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“I…”
“It’s alright if you don’t want to.”
“I… I shot someone once.”
Soryu’s grasp on you tightened.
“What?”
“My grandfather owned a gun. He taught me how to shoot when I was a kid.” You swallow hard and look up at Soryu, whose stunned and hazy eyes told you he was remembering his own heritage. “One day people broke into our house. He hit my grandmother and she fell.” Your fingers clench tighter on Soryu’s jacket. “His companion grabbed grandfather and demanded valuables. I ran away and they heard me. The one… The one who killed my grandmother, he dragged me out from under the bed. I had gotten the gun in my fear. I… I didn’t know any better. I was scared. He had my grandmother’s blood all over him…” You break down sobbing completely, and you feel your boyfriend’s steady hand stroke your hair. “I shot him. And it killed him. I shot him through the face.” The memory glares into your retinas again and you scream, hiding your face against Soryu’s shoulder.
He holds you with a strong grasp, his warm and even breathing being the single source of comfort in your racing heartbeat. You wait in fear, waiting for him to shove you away.
“I understand.”
You whimper and cling to him harder.
“It was out of self defense.” You try to clarify.
“I know.”
“I… I didn’t want to kill him.”
“I know.”
You cry, feeling the tears flow freer than they’ve had in a long time as you recall all the terrible guilt following the incident.
“He killed my grandmother.”
“I know.”
“I wanted to kill him but at the same time I should have and I was scared and I didn’t know what to do and I had a gun in my hands-“
Soryu cut you off, pressing your head against his jacket, muffling the words.
“I understand, _________. Relax. It’s been a long time. I believe the court gave you the ruling as well, correct?”
“I was a terrified, traumatized child. Acting out of self-defense. With the wrong thing at the wrong time.” You whisper, the haunting words of the judge still ever-fresh in your mind.
“It wasn’t your fault.” Soryu embraces you tightly. “It’s alright.”
“I thought I’ve gotten over it now.” You murmur against him.
“I’ll help you.” Soryu said kindly, brushing your hair away from where it clung to your tears. “I’ll help you get through it. I promise you, it will be alright.” He takes the pistol from where it had landed beside you, and presses it into your hands. You cringe, and he wraps his large, warm hands around yours. The heat of his palms soothed the iciness of the metal, and you look up into his eyes with tearful gratitude.
“Thank you, Soryu.”
He nodded and kissed you lightly on the forehead before helping you up.

Mamoru:
The crunch of leaves was getting closer. You turn around in the dimness, but you were unable to make out any silhouette. Arms suddenly lock around your waist and you scream. He lifts you off your feet and drags you, screeching and kicking, into the back alley. You feel the wind being knocked from your lungs as he slams you down onto the wooden skids, and the sharp sting of your clothes ripped away from you. Struggling was futile as his rough hands run over your skin. Your fingers scrabble on the ground until you found something firm, and you grab it, stabbing him in his lower backside. He gave a horribly twisted roar, and you scream.
“__________!”
Hands grab you and you scream even louder, shrinking away so violently from the touch that you almost topple off the bed. The man beside you pulls you back against him, and you breath in the familiar scent of cologne and cigarettes.
“It’s just a nightmare, kid. It’s alright.” Mamoru rubs the top of your head. “It’s over now.”
Your mind tunes him out, your entire sensory system occupied with the horror of that one moment, the man’s screams ripping through your soul.
“Are you still scared?” Your boyfriend rubs your shoulder blades in an attempt to comfort you. Shaking, you shove his hands away. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He flicks on the bedside lamp and gazes at you in the golden glow.
“He’s dead.” You say quietly to your hands.
“Who’s dead?” Mamoru scratches the back of his head in confusion. He takes your hands. “What’s wrong?”
“I killed him.”
“In your dream?”
“No.” You look up at him and he stiffens at the hollow look in your eyes. “In real life.”
“You killed someone?” He looked surprised, and his grip tightened on your hands. “What happened?”
“I… I stabbed him… With a sharp piece of bamboo… In a back alley.” You stammer out, the cold sweat chilling you to the bone. “Went through his liver.”
Mamoru was trying to stay calm for you. His sweet, endearing girlfriend… killing someone? It just didn’t match up. He patted your hands.
“Want to tell me what happened?”
“He… He was trying to rape me.” You glance at Mamoru, whose eyes darkened a few shades at the sentence. “He had me pinned down in the alley near the furniture maker’s shop… I was trying to get free and… I grabbed some random thing and tried to hit him on the back but I stabbed him.”
“I see.” He rubbed a hand slowly against your arm, the warm friction sending a soothing pulse of comfort to your cold insides. “It’s not your fault.”
“I know it wasn’t…” You whisper. “The judge said so. Everyone said so… But I don’t know… I killed someone.”
“It was an accident, sweetheart.” He murmured gently against you. “It’s been years. Stop beating yourself up over it. He doesn’t deserve that.”
You cry and tremble in his arms, letting Mamoru’s tender words drown out the haunting echoes. His hands stroked your back, in a perfect rhythm that made your pounding heart relax and slow.
“Feeling better?”
“A little.” You admit, and he offers a reassuring smile.
“You’ll be okay.” Mamoru nudges you to lie down, and arranges the pillow under your head. “Don’t think about it too much, alright?”
You nod slowly, with a look of uncertainty. He touches your face carefully.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m here with you.”
He pulls the blankets up for you and flicks the light off.
You feel the mattress shift as Mamoru lies back down, and shuffles across the small space between the two of you to press his body against yours. His arm drapes around your waist and you snuggle against him.
He presses a kiss to your ear.
“Relax, kid. Have some sleep.” His arm gave you a squeeze. “I’m right here with ya.”

Ota:
He was sitting in front of the table, making markings on a large piece of canvas that he would later be mounting on a frame and painting. You join him with a smile, offering help, and he grins at you.
“Koro, can your paws manage an industry knife?”
The color drains from your face as he passes you the yellow industrial tool, the silver blade within it catching the light and glaring at you. A sudden reaction in your mind make you fling it away from you, and it bounces off the table and hits the floor with a clatter.
The same clatter rings in your ears and you cringe in the chair. You leapt from your seat and raced down the hall to suffocate your memories in your pillow. You heard your boyfriend’s running steps as he chased after you.
“_________!”
He sits down beside you and pries you from the pillow.
“Can my Koro not handle a knife?” He asks, in joking vocabulary to lighten the tone and not scare you, but his eyes were serious.
You shook in his arms and bit your lip, unable to reply.
“_________. Can you talk to me?”
Your eyes watered, and tears spilled down your cheeks.
“_________! What’s wrong?”
Ota lets you sit in his lap and lean your head against his shoulder. You cry silently against him for a while, and he patiently wipes your tears with his sleeve.
“What’s wrong?”
“I… I don’t like knives.”
“But you cook.”
“I don’t… like those knives.” You spit out quietly.
“Why?” Ota asks, his eyes peering into yours. “Can you please tell me?”
You avoid his gaze.
“I killed someone with one.”
“What?”
“I killed someone with one of those knives.” Your voice was so low he strained to hear. “He had broken into my house. He hit my father and I didn’t know if he was alive. He struck my mother and I didn’t know if she was still alive either… He came to me and I… I grabbed a knife. We were struggling. I was fourteen; I didn’t really know what I was doing… I… I slipped on the tile and we fell and I broke two ribs upon impact with the counter. In the mess, I cut his neck. Right where the pulse is…” You shake at the recollection, and Ota looks at you in surprise.
“I…” He tried to say something, but the words escaped him.
“I’m so sorry…” You whimper, almost in the form of a plea for mercy. “I didn’t mean it… I passed out and when I woke up I was in the hospital and he was dead and-“
Ota clutches you to him.
“Shhhhhh.”
You fall silent in a habit of obedience, and let him rub your shoulders reassuringly. You cry softly against his neck and wrap your arms around him.
“I didn’t mean to kill, Ota.”
“I know, _________.”
His body made you calmer, and you press against him harder, wanting him to hold you closer. He does. Ota takes a deep breath.
“I’m a little surprised, to be honest, Koro.”
You sniffle helplessly.
“I’m so sorry.”
“What for? Killing?”
You couldn’t bring yourself to reply.
“It’s not your fault, and that’s all that matters. What’s been done is done.”
Slowly dragging your gaze back to meet Ota’s, you see the sparkle of reassurance and affection in his irises.
“Ota…”
“I’ll cut the canvas myself.” He kissed you on the tip of the nose. “You don’t have to think about it. Don’t hurt yourself over it, it’s not a worthy memory.”
You sigh and curl deeper into his embrace. Ota pats your shoulder, and slowly, you feel the tears cease.

Baba:
You had fallen asleep waiting him to come back to his suite after a long men’s night of drinking he attended to with the rest of the penthouse guys. Baba slipped into the room silently, soundless footsteps gliding around to the bed where you lay. He frowned when he saw the tormented look on your sleeping face, and he peeks over at the book that lay open on the bedside table.
It was your diary, and he saw the left page covered in ink, forming a storm of wild scribbles that dented the page so far it almost ripped through. The right page was covered in twisted, gnarly printing that looked so unlike your usual bubbly font. Worried, Baba picked up the diary and strained to read the words.
‘It’s the fourth time this week. Is it because it’s almost that time of the year again? I’m hardly getting any sleep at all, and I hope Baba hasn’t noticed. I can’t sleep when all I see are his eyes in the darkness, staring at me. I can’t do it. I didn’t mean to kill him, I swear! It was an accident! I know it wasn’t my fault, but the guilt isn’t letting up. It’s been more than a decade, and I still can’t forget it. It’s almost that day again. I don’t know if I can keep going.’
Countless questions fly through his mind as he carefully replaces the diary on the bedside table. Suddenly, you open your eyes and see his figure against the dim light of the room. You scream.
“It’s just me.” He says softly and backs away. Your eyes focus on his face and you relax slowly, like a threatening cat letting its guard back down. “You having nightmares, dear?”
You shake your head quickly, in tiny movements, and look away from him.
Baba approaches you slowly, and sits down facing you. He takes your hands in his and holds them to his cheeks.
“_________.”
“I’m really okay, Baba.” You whisper. For a fleeting moment, your gazes cross, and he reads the stark terror and agony in your eyes.
“Do you want to talk to me about it? I think I know what’s bothering you.”
Your eyes widen fearfully at his words, and his gaze trails away towards the diary.
“You read it?!” You gasp nervously and glare at him with a touch of frustration beneath the discomfort. Tears well up in your eyes at the idea of him learning of such a terrible past.
“Sorry.” Baba kissed your hands tenderly. “I saw the mess and was a little worried.” He wipes your tears with his thumbs. “You need to tell me things like this, _________. I want to share your memories, be they good or bad.”
“Its… not… It wasn’t my intention to kill him.” You mumble, shifting on the bed. “It was an accident… do you believe me?”
“I trust you, dear.”
“I… I was in a bar with my friends… and a really drunk stranger came up to Chieko and started grabbing at her and she tried to tell him to stop. I tried to help her out and he came on to me and got really violent and-“ You take a sharp gasp of air. “He hit me and I fell on the counter. I grabbed a bottle and smashed it on his head and we struggled. Somehow… Somehow it cut his throat and I don’t know… He fell on me and it was all red and-“ You were struggling in Baba’s grasp now, frantically rubbing at the non-existent blood you saw on your hands. He held you tightly and you find your thrashing body wrapped firmly against his broad chest. His familiar, soothing scent washed over you through the rustling of his shirt, and your moments slowly ebb out to a terrified trembling.
“Relax, dear.”
He kissed your cheek.
“I’m here with you.”
“Baba… I didn’t mean to.”
“I know.” He offered you a tender smile. “I understand. There was no way you could have prevented it. It’s not your fault.”
“Can you come with me this Sunday?” You whisper. “I always go to the temple to pray on that date.”
He smiled lovingly, kindly, his hands stroking your wet cheeks.
“Of course, my sweet lady. I’ll be right by your side.” He kissed your forehead and lays you back down into the sheets. You cling to Baba’s hand for comfort. Gently sliding his hand out of your stiff clutch, he presses your palm over his heart. “You’ll never have to face these memories alone again. I’ll bear them with you. I promise.”


Eisuke:
“__________.”
You peek out from the kitchen as he comes home. You already knew what he wanted to talk about. Slowly, you step into the living room, trembling from head to toe. Eisuke was sitting on the couch with a magazine laid out in front of him.
THAT magazine.
You sneak a glance at the cover.
‘Eisuke Ichinomiya’s new girlfriend: Cold hearted murderer?!’
His hand grabs yours and pulls you to sit down beside him.
“Eisuke…” You stammer out that much before his hard stare makes you fall silent again.
“Why did you never tell me about this?”
“I… It’s not a topic I can freely approach.” You whisper in the tiniest voice, terrified at his reaction. His face was cool and unreadable as always.
“Well then, elaborate on this chance.”
You shut your eyes, trying to pull away from him.
“Can I not?”
“Elaborate.” He ordered.
“Please, Eisuke.”
His grip tightened painfully on your wrists and you shiver.
“I need to know things about you, ________.”
You shudder and try to phrase your words as the memories drag their terrorizing claws across your heart.
“I… I was walking home when I was still in secondary school… We… We had a project, and it was pretty late. Someone grabbed me and-“
You fall silent, the images flashing before the darkness of your clenched eyelids. One his hand detaches from yours and brushes lightly against your cheek, wiping the tear that had fallen. His touch burned like fire and you were suddenly reminded of the way that man in the alley had struck you. You remember the stars before your eyes as you fell, dazed, and the filthy weight of his body on yours. You remember the pain and fear in your chest as he grabbed at you and you grabbed for a brick.
“________.”
You remember the way he growled at you, and you flinch. It was almost like the cold night air still prickled on your hips, and your entire body tenses up.
“________!” Eisuke shakes you and your eyelids burst open, blinking in terror until you focus on your boyfriend’s handsome, shocked face.
“I smashed his skull.” You hear a voice say, and you slowly close your mouth, more tears spilling from your eyes.
“So you did.” He scooted closer on the couch and pulled you into his arms, holding you against his chest. “He deserved it.”
“He deserved a lot of things, but not to die.” You whisper in guilt and shame. “I… It was an accident.”
Eisuke gave a long sigh against your neck, his breath hot, in stark contrast to the iciness of your memories. You lean your head back on his shoulder and his warm hands move against your body slowly, rubbing your arms and shoulders. The darkness melted away at the bright heat of his touch, and Eisuke kissed your cheek lightly.
“It wasn’t your fault, ________.”
“I…”
“It’s not your fault.” He shifts you in his arms so you look into his serious eyes. “Don’t blame yourself about it.”
You drop your gaze to your clasped hands. You had gripped them so tightly together that you could hardly feel your fingertips anymore. Eisuke tenderly pried them apart and brought your hands to his lips. His kiss was warm and reassuring.
“I’m sorry it brought you trouble.” You whisper. “I thought it was all over now… it’s been so long…”
“It’s fine.”
“I can go explain to them tomorrow.” You look up to him, trying your best to control the quiver in your uneven voice. You would hate for this to ruin Eisuke’s name, and you wished there was something you could do for him.
“No, _________. It’s fine.”
“Eisuke…”
He looked down at you sternly, and he seems more like the usual Eisuke now.
“I’ll deal with it.” He lifts your chin with two fingers. “Why would I let my woman deal with these troubles?”
You blush a little despite yourself, and Eisuke narrows his eyes affectionately.
“Remember that you’re mine. My woman need not fret her pretty little mind.”
“Eisuke, seriously!”
“I’m serious.” He raised an eyebrow at you. He lifted his chin a little and the light upon his face suddenly made him look that much more like a movie hero. “Remember your place. You’re to be protected and loved. By me.”


Hope you liked the read!
Gosh, these seem so much darker than my usual MFW ones.
I like dark.

How can the Democratic Party expects us to trust them if they were never serious about prosecuting banksters for their reckless behavior even when Obama was president?

The Democratic Party like Republicans erodes the trust in government who don’t prosecute the people who exploit a rigged economy for their personal gain.

At this point, there isn’t anything appropriate to say about the rich people who exploit the corrupt system for their own benefit (from the tax code to citizen united ruling that has allowed the flood of money into politics).

prequel fic ch. 1: “Pattern Recognition” (or: ever had a migraine so bad it changed the course of your life?)

The first chapter of my prequel to the uprising fic that i’m doing at the same time as the uprising fic because self control what’s that. If you’re into Pearl in teacher mode with a side dish of Pearl in unworkable pain (but with lots of care & sympathy from the crystal fam) you might enjoy this chapter lol

also heads up (not really a tw, just a heads up): internalized ableism a little bit.

It’s also on AO3!

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Introducing... the RWBY Titanfall AU!

​Overview-
Welcome to the future. Humanity has grown exponentially and expanded far beyond the boundaries of Earth, even the Solar System. Humankind occupies a number of different systems and planets, many of which are located in what is known as The Frontier. The Frontier is an adventurous and opportunistic place, just waiting to be used - or exploited.

Man is constantly expanding, growing, revolutionizing, and evolving in all areas of life. A company known as Hammond Robotics, a major defense contractor, aerospace company, and manufacturer, utilized Frontier resources to create Specters, which are humanoid robots, and Titans, large robots used in everything from cargo transport to warfare. Titans have seen widespread adoption and integration into almost all areas of military and civilian life. To operate a Titan, one must become a qualified Titan Pilot with a specialized certification rating. The ratings apply to mostly civilian jobs, such as shipping and construction. The most coveted Pilot certification is the Full Combat Certification. To be obtained, the Pilot must pass extreme physical and mental tests and be able to master both Titan combat and dismounted parkour movement. As such, fully qualified combat Titan Pilot is a rare find.

In time, a once small-time company that specialized in resource extraction known as the Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation Rose up and was able to acquire, merge with, and re-brand most of the competition, including Hammond Robotics, and become a ruthless commercial empire. They knew about many of the Frontier worlds having vast quantities of natural resources and were quick to begin taking full advantage of the planets.

Opposing the brutal IMC is the Frontier Militia, a loose confederation of pirates, mercenaries, bandits, and others who band together as “citizen soldiers” when the need arises. Though not always necessary, the Militia insists that direct action against the IMC is the best option.

Eventually, war broke out between the two factions when the Militia had had enough. The war, known as the Titan War, still rages on, slowly engulfing more and more of the Frontier systems one by one. The most recent planet to become engulfed in the flames of warfare is a quiet, peaceful, and highly industrialized planet known as Remnant. The war has been fought to a stalemate, and for now it seems like nothing can break the constant attrition…

Characters-

Ruby: Ruby Rose is an orphan who lived on the streets of the highly industrialized Vale City until she was adopted as a young child. Vale City was a peaceful place, it being the capital of a country bearing the same name. Vale was one of four major countries that occupied the continent known as Vytal, itself one of the major continents present on the quiet Frontier world of Remnant. Ruby lived happily with her adoptive family and came to love them dearly, especially her new sister, Yang Xiao Long. However, at age 15, the Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation moved onto the planet, intending to take advantage of the abundant natural resources. There was fierce opposition around the globe from the Frontier Militia, intent on keeping the IMC from having their way with yet another system. The conflict came to a head when the IMC called in its military branch and a skirmish erupted within Vale City. She and Yang were almost killed by an IMC Titan, but were saved by a mysterious, raven-haired Titan Pilot who they later came to know as Blake Belladonna, friend and squadmate. The girl took them in and they enlisted in the Militia, with Ruby earning her Full Combat Certification in a mere two years. She has seen very limited action against the IMC thus far, but she and her squad are due to partake in a large-scale operation in hopes to drive the IMC at the very least out of Vale City.
Ruby has shown herself to be an exceptional fighter both on the ground and inside her Titan. During training the young girl had revealed to be extremely proficient with a sniper rifle, and often carries a Kraber-AP Sniper, a 14.5x114mm bolt action anti-material sniper rifle into battle. She will occasionally even equip her rifle with explosive ammunition, increasing its already monstrous lethality. She also carries a Hammond P2011 handgun in case she runs into enemies at close range and a Charge Rifle, a directed energy weapon meant to fend off Titans on foot should the need arise. She pilots an Atlas-class Titan which she has affectionately named Crescent Rose. Her Titan sports a custom red and black paint job not unlike her personal outfit (which, if I or someone else draws, is based off of the in-game model for a Female Militia Sniper), bears her family’s rose crest on the chest, and rolls into battle with a Plasma Railgun.

Weiss: Weiss Schnee is the 19 year old daughter of the ruthless CEO of the Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation. She was to grow up to be perfect. Perfect poise, perfect posture, perfect manners, perfect everything. She was also to take over as head of the company once her father stepped down. However, as she got older and heard about all of the things her father’s company was doing, she left. She stole some gear and left for a world that hadn’t been touched yet by the brutal IMC, the Frontier world of Remnant. Upon arrival in Vale City, she located the local Militia brigade and signed herself up, mere days before the arrival of the corporation on the planet. Throughout her training she struggled, only barely managing to obtain her Full Combat Certification in two years. Also during her time in training she met and befriended two girls named Ruby Rose and Yang Xiao Long, as well as a Militia veteran who assisted in their instruction named Blake Belladonna. She has not seen action as of yet, but she is more than ready to face down her father and his forces.
During training, Weiss found that she best operated when she could move quickly and with ease, so she has trained extensively with the R-97 Compact SMG, a small, lightweight weapon that suited her style perfectly. It is equipped with an extended magazine and a simple holosight. Her sidearm is a B3 Wingman, a powerful, 8 shot revolver. She also carries a Sidewinder, a weapon that holds a 25-round magazine of miniature rockets to fire on Titans. Weiss’ Titan, fitting with her fast-paced style, is a Stryder-class she calls Myrtenaster. It carries an XO-16 Chaingun into action and bears a simple white and light blue color scheme similar to her own (Weiss’ appearance as a Pilot is based off of the in-game IMC Female Assault model) as well as the Schnee family crest on the back.

Blake: Blake Belladonna is a long-time Militia veteran. Her involvement with the organization started when she was very young, as her parents were active protesters of the IMC and its questionable business practices. Though she lived in Vale, she always kept up-to-date on the war between the Militia and the IMC, always participated in protests, and eventually signed up to fight at 14 years of age. She learned quickly, earning her Full Combat Certification in only a year and a half. Most of her experience comes from small-time raids and skirmishes, one of her more recent deployments unfortunately finding her back in Vale. In Vale City, she saved two young girls, Ruby and Yang, from an approaching IMC Titan and quickly befriended them, recruiting them into the Militia. She helped train the two girls she saved as well as another, Weiss, that she was wary of at first but came to trust her in due time. Two years later, age 19, Blake and her trainees have formed a new squad together. They have not seen action together, but the veteran is confident that they will perform well.
Like Weiss, Blake’s strategy involves staying light, swift, and mobile. Often times the woman won’t even carry a rifle into combat, instead relying on her swiftness and her trusty RE-45 Autopistol, a fully automatic .45 caliber handgun that she uses with great efficiency. She does, however, carry a weapon capable of combating Titans, that being the Mag Launcher. The Mag Launcher is a grenade launcher that fires magnetic grenades that stick to Titans. Also like Weiss, Blake pilots a Stryder-class Titan known as Gambol Shroud. She equips it with a 40mm Cannon and customized hers with a black and dark purple color palette like her Pilot gear (based off of the Female Militia CQC), replacing the blue lights with yellow ones. She has also chosen to emblazon her own symbol on the back of her Titan like her teammates have done.

Yang: Yang Xiao Long is Ruby’s 19 year old adoptive older sister. She loved her sister, and would do anything and everything for her. Ruby saw it as overbearing and overprotective, but Yang was simply looking out for her. She was with her through everything, from the time she was adopted to the pivotal moment in both of their lives during the IMC invasion when they were saved and subsequently recruited into the Frontier Militia. She flew through training, earning her Full Combat Certification in just under two years with flying colors. She quickly made friends with one of their instructors, Blake, but it took her time to get comfortable with Weiss. Yang has seen little combat, but she is overflowing with anticipation concerning the upcoming operation against the IMC. Yang’s equipment, both as a Pilot and with her Titan, exemplifies her fighting mantra: hit hard. She carries an EVA-8 Shotgun, modified with a larger drum magazine and a full-auto capability, and an RE-45 Autopistol, along with an Archer Heavy Rocket for use in combatting enemy Titans. She excels like no other in the realm of extreme close quarters combat, and it is not uncommon to see Yang fighting an enemy Pilot or Grunt hand to hand. Her Titan is an Ogre-class that she has named Ember Celicia, and she rocks a Triple Threat, a grenade launcher that fires a trio of explosives for every shot. Just as her teammates have done, she has given her Titan a custom pain job using the colors yellow, orange, and brown, and she also painted her family’s crest on the chest of her Titan.

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Haha, look at that! I said I’d do it by tonight, and I did! This feels really good actually. I feel accomplished.

So anyway, here it is! My RWBY Titanfall AU! Like I said, it’s not much, just an overview and some character bios. Still though, here it is! I plan on doing more work for this, but I really wanted to get this out there.

Now, you don’t have to, but I would really appreciate it if anyone who sees this could maybe reblog this and spread it around. I only have 9 followers (which is admittedly more than I thought I’d ever get) so not many people see my stuff and it’s hard to get around. Please help me out if you would be so kind. I’d really appreciate it!

Another thing that I put in the previous post that I said I’d put here is that if you want to do anything for this - write your own fanfics, draw fanart, even help me myself if you’d like - then please contact me! I really want to see what people do for this (if anyone does anything)! Remember to credit me and all that. I’m sure you know already, I’m just reminding you.

So, if you have any questions, comments, or anything, just shoot me an ask! I can’t wait to see what people think of this!

To people who think that voting for one party over the other that we all hate: At this point, it wouldn’t made much of a difference if Clinton ended up in the White House instead of Trump. And this is the reason why I’m not in to party loyalty BS at face value.

Party loyalty BS at face value is only hold us back with consequences. At some point (in the future), this needs to stop and it needs to stop.

What’s really the price that we’re willing to pay for party loyalty BS at face value?

  • More wars?
  • More fracking that leads to more pipelines being built which will having our waterways polluted?
  • Another shady trade deal that outsources good paying jobs?
  • Corruption?
  • Providing weapons to oppressive Middle East regime with our tax dollars while our country falls apart?
It’s no longer worth supporting a corrupt political party that doesn’t care about us anymore.

Good Point: If we expect to save billions in healthcare costs then there’s needs to be a government policy that encourages people to buy electricity cars. But the problem is corrupt politicians, big oil, and the Koch brothers are making it impossible for policies that make sense from becoming a reality.

The stranglehold that big oil and the Koch brothers have over congress down the state level politicians is unacceptable which we all need to fight against if we expect policies to be implemented by governments that’s supposed to represent our interests. Not the corrupt interests of the carbon sugar daddies.