#have to deal with the most horrendous fucking bullshit. you get that thats bad right.

[arcaneyouth]

running a tumblr tournament is like one of the fastest ways to be dehumanized on this website. nobody sees a poll and thinks haha that was made by a person who has to look at this comment im going to make. poll runners are so fuckin treated like they dont have emotions and boundaries. people talk on my polls as if im not there and cant see them shit talking me and other voters. and i cant even complain about it without people calling me a pussy for not being able to handle the endless stream of hate

#negative #sorry im feeling things again <3 #when i announced i was removing characters from my tournament because i nearly had a panic attack over the drama #someone actually told me to suck it up and deal with it and that i shouldve expected that to happen #like you realize thats a problem right. that our current tumblr culture means wanting to run a silly poll guarantees you will #have to deal with the most horrendous fucking bullshit. you get that thats bad right. #obviously some negativity is to be expected. but to the point of a panic attack? that shouldnt be the norm.

[moistmailman]

Jaune: Oh come on, Nora. It won't be that bad.

Nora: Yes it will! You're forcing Pyrrha to play as a evil character! Do you have any idea how bad she'll be? She's going to suffer this entire session.

Jaune: Oh please. No she won't. I'm pretty sure Pyrrha will do perfectly fine.

Nora: Oh bullshit. The most evil thing she has ever done was literally forgetting to use a coaster once, in which she apologized for by the way, like, 4 times. So there's no way she'll be able to pull of an evil character.

Jaune: And? So Pyrrha is nicer than most people. Big deal. That doesn't mean she's going to be absolutely hopeless when it comes to being evil.

Nora, staring at him skeptically:

Jaune:........okay, maybe I could kinda help her out when she gets here.

Nora: There's no amount of helping that cinnamon roll that will make her evil, Jaune.

*Suddenly Pyrrha walks in with her character piece*

Jaune: She, quiet Nora. Hey Pyr. Are you ready for the session?

Pyrrha, smiling sweetly: I sure am. I'm kinda nervous though. This is my first time playing DnD, so I might be bad at the roleplaying.

Jaune: Oh Nonsense. You'll do fine. Hey, is that your character piece?

Pyrrha: It sure is. Ruby helped make it last week since I'm terrible at Arts and Crafts.

Jaune: That was nice of her. So, let us see it.

Pyrrha: Sure. *Puts her character piece on the table*

Jaune:

Nora:

Pyrrha, proudly: So? What do you think? I think it looks not too shabby.

Jaune: Uh…………

*Pyrrha's character piece is of a woman with jet black hair, pale skin, red eyes, with chainmail on, and was drenched in blood*

Jaune:

Pyrrha: Is everything alright, Jaune? You look unnerved.

Jaune: Huh? O-oh yeah, it's just that uh.......I wasn't expecting your character to look like......to look like that is all.

Pyrrha: Hmm? What do you mean? I thought I was supposed to be a chaos evil character.

Jaune: It's chaotic evil actually, but yeah you were......

Pyrrha: Does it not look evil enough or something? Cause i could've sworn I did this ri-

Jaune: No, she looks pretty evil. It's just that........never mind. So, what's your character's backstory?

Pyrrha: My backstory? Oh right! I nearly forgot. *giggles* Silly me. Well, when my character was young, around the age of 21, she killed her family in a horrendous way and then herself, so the gods decided to punish her by making her immortal and staining her entire body with the blood of her family to atone for her sins so everyone would know what kinda terrible monster she is.

Jaune, wide eyed:

Nora, wide eyed:

Pyrrha, awkwardly: Is uh.... everything alright?

Nora:.........so you're telling me that the blood on your character is.....

Pyrrha: The blood of her family. You see, she killed them in a very gruesome way, so she had blood all over her when she reached the after life. So the gods decided to not only bring her back to life as an immortal, but also to stain her with the blood of her own kin that she slaughtered. So what she looks like right now is what she looked like after brutally killing her family.

Jaune, absolutely scared shitless:

Nora, absolutely scared shitless:

Jaune: S-so uh......is there anything else you want to tell us about your character?

Pyrrha: Oh, she can use blood magic. Which was actually how she killed her family; with their own blood.

Nora, under her breath: Jesus fucking Christ.

Jaune: O-okay, is uh....is that all? Any other genocides we should know about?

Pyrrha, rubbing her chin: Hmm let's see..........no, thats pretty much it.....Oh! She has a sweet tooth! She loves chocolates.

Jaune: Oh, is that so? That's nice. Well......you have an interesting character.

Pyrrha: Thanks Jaune. Ruby seemed to think that too.

Jaune: Oh, you told Ruby now, did you?

Pyrrha: Yeah. She told me that the character was very interesting. Although, she wouldn't look me in the eyes when she said it. Do you have any idea why?

Jaune: Nope, no idea. Absolutely none.

Nora, whispering: Jaune, isnt your character RP married to Pyrrha's character since you're already dating Pyrrha herself?

Jaune: Yep. We decided on that before we even made our characters.

Nora: Jaune?

Jaune: Yeah?

Nora: You're married to a serial killer.

Jaune: I know that, Nora.

Nora: An immortal serial killer.

Jaune: I know that, Nora.

Nora: Who's constantly covered in blood.

Jaune: I KNOW THAT NORA!

Nora:

Jaune:

Nora: Jaune, Im scared.

Jaune: Me too, Nora. Me too.

#rwby #pyrrha nikos #jaune arc #arkos #jaune x pyrrha #nora valkyrie #ruby rose

[susan-gampre]

Squandered Rumors

This is a collaboration piece between @ophelia-gampre , @gwynepainelacrux , @ralleigh-breakridge , and myself!

When word reached her of Ophelia's attacker the Madam was absolutely murderous. True she loathed her sister for having pulled the stunt she did just a day prior, but despite how much she hated the woman... She loved her. Ophelia was still Susan's sister, still the woman she grew up with -- loved with, cried with, fought with. And fought for. still the woman she grew up with -- loved with, cried with, fought with. And fought for.

A coward... On the cusp of doing his worst to her sister had their oldest brother not arrived upon the scene. She heard the full story from a more beloved servant, a woman so soft spoken and meek she was too naive to even attempt to play tricks on the Madam. So instead they formed a type of bond that gave Susan a necessary in with the servants.

Lilian was Susan's eyes and ears of the manor. And the story wasn't at all what Susan was expecting to acquire when having asked Lilian how the day was looking for Snowdrift.

Viewer discretion is advised --- Beyond this line is a story detailing suggestion toward rape, abuse, nudity, and death -- NSFW

Upon rounding the corner, Ophelia nearly bumped right into one of the guards, "Ah-- shit, excuse me." She apologized, her tone as drained as she, sleepy from having just awoken. 

He eyed her, very obviously.

"Aha! Hey! Should watch where your goin'." The man joked, and she just forced a short exhale of air that could classify as a laugh, she started to move past him but he lifted a hand to her shoulder, stopping her.

Ophelia did not want to be touched right now, so she just glared upward.

"Hey, where you going?" He asked.

"To the kitchen." She replied.

"Oh, I can take you."

Ophie tugged - and he didn't release her all the way at first, but she did get free, straightening her thing sleeve.

"That's alright. I can find it myself." She scowled so mean, irritation in her tone.

"Awe, come on - you can take a minute to please a poor fella', can'tcha? Heard you tried to kill yourself yesterday, girly.  It really shook me up, I wanted to pay for a piece of ass before you got crazy." He reached to grab a handful of her rear but she moved back and smacked his hand away, just hurting her own against his material -- but she didn't show that.

"What the fuck?  Lay a hand on me again and see if I don't split your thick skull in two." 

He grew irritated at that, narrowing his eyes, "Last I checked whores don't get a choice. What is it, your pussy still sore from gettn' fucked by your brother?"

Ophelia's eyes widened, ringing with a deadliness that was right in his path. How dare he think that. How fucking dare he. Ralleigh was a saint for keeping his sister company in her darkest time, and they were turning it all around  into something so sickening. She clenched her jaw and slammed her fist right into his throat.

"You fucking cunt!" He choked but reached out and grabbed her by the waist, slinging her onto the floor like a rag doll.  Ophelia groaned, having landed funny and rolled a bit when she was thrown.

The guard kept a hand to his throat, "You're a godsdamn insane bitch. I don't stick my dick in crazy - even if it is for free."

Ralleigh was making his way for the room when he saw what was happening and, setting Eleanor down, he tackled the man into the wall, yelling in rage as his fist repeatedly flew into his face. If nobody stopped him, he was liable to kill the man.

Eleanor's eyes widened, hugging onto her colors and paper frozen.

The first thing Ophelia did was roll up and dart the short distance past Ralleigh and the guard, who was slumping against the wall, his face constantly slammed into. He had hands tight on Ralleigh's bicep but had delayed reaction  - that first hit got him good, so unexpected. Ophelia leaned down, cupping Eleanor's face and hurridly saying: "Shh - shh, it's okay. It's okay, stand right around this corner," She pushed her lightly around the wall so she at least wouldn't have to see any of this.

Whether or not she stayed, Ophelia couldn't control.

Ophie got up, Ralleigh must have hit him at least five times now, he broke the guards nose, knocked teeth out, blood meshing between rough knuckles and a messed up face.

"RALLEIGH," Ophelia shouted, like she was trying to get him out of the trance. 

"Ralleigh - Ralleigh stop it--" Ophie hooked fingers against the waist of his pants and tried tugging him back, begging her brother, "Ralleigh she's watching  -- stop it, she's watching."

He turned, a wild, enraged look about him. But seeing her face, and the way she looked at him...he clenched his jaw and looked down to the prone man. Releasing him, Ral flexed his hand, the knuckles cut on his teeth, "Im taking this fockin' pig t'susan's pussyboy. Needs ta get his damn people under control. "

Ophelia was panting slightly, lifting her fingers to push back her hair.

"Uh, yeah." She said obviously, "Are you okay?" She asked and then looked back at Eleanor, who had one eye peeking around the corner.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Ophelia moved to Eleanor, running a hand over the top of her head. The guard slummped down. She said nothing, just stared at Ophelia llike a doe caught in tramlights.

"Let's go." She muttered, "Time to face more than one demon."

Whispered words, plaguing gossip which infected the staff’s ability to mind their own fucking business. It was all horrendous bullshit:

‘The youngest Gampre was as bad as the others, a whore, willing to fuck anyone without requesting pay.’

‘Ophelia and Ralleigh bedded eachother in secret, and not because they were in love but because they liked it.’

‘The Gampre’s molest Ralleigh’s only child.’

‘Susan Gampre manipulates her siblings and forces them to fuck and fall in love to control them.’

The rumors had been circulating for some time since Ophie's initial arrival. Now with the entire Gampre family mingling in the same Manor, it was no surprise to the Madam how the rumors now included all four of her siblings-- she was quite aware how the servants talked and gossiped about them behind all of their backs.

It was only appropriate.

The world would always make jokes at the expense of those who were raised differently, and it just so happened it was the Gampres this time around.

She was only surprised by how swiftly Gwynepaine singled out the people who had been the most callous and offensive. It was said gentleman who was found not minutes later calling for all the servants as well as the family to come to the main hall, thinking to resolve this problem once and for all.

The look on Susan's face is what hurt Ophelia most in all of this. Or so that was the Madam’s plan, she knew her sister well enough to determine which buttons functioned better in her favor to win arguments or fights against her kin. But still... She could feel Ophelia's eyes on her, soft, sad. Pity where it was not due nor appreciated.

It only pissed Susan off even more.

"I'm sorry, Susan,” Opehie’s voice was heard, murmuring softly, “I... I know that's a shitty thing to say but there isn't much else I can." 

Susan was unamused. Stalwart. She bore no emotion, fearful that the slightest break would cause her to revert back into a sobbing mess. So Susan just stared forward, never looked at her family and especially refused to acknowledge Ophelia.

It's like she truly was dead to Susan -- thats exactly what Ophie wanted, wasn't it? That's exactly what she was going to get.

Once most of the people were gathered, including the family, and the rumor spreaders, Gwyn had an appropriate number of stools brought out. Beneath them were nooses. The women began to sob, thinking this was their end.

Gwyn smiled and spoke up, "Ah good. You're all here. Now, can anyone tell me why it is that in my own home, ill is being spoken of my love's family? Of my family? These guests of mine are being harassed, both physically and verbally, and for what? For your amusement? For your entertainment. Well now, I think it is your turn to entertain them."

Ophelia muttered soft - not to draw attention, she knew she could at least hear her.  "I didn't mean to hurt anyone, I just needed it to stop."  She ended it there, not wanting to fully detract from Gwynepaine's purpose here.

As the guards brought the offenders forward, they were put on the stools, nooses around their necks, "Well, you all seem so knowledgeable about the art of whoring and dancing. Why don't you dance for us then? Give us a show! Make sure not to slip!"  He had a look of carefully contained rage about him.

The guilty persons were all shocked and begging for forgiveness. Gwyn rolled his eyes, and walked over to the stools, raising his leg, "I better see some dancing, or I’m going to start kicking."

Ralleigh looked uncomfortable and moved to take Eleanor back to the room so she didn't have to see this.Ophelia looked up at what was happening -- holy fuck, who was this man. A blond brow rose, lips parting. What the fuck? She frowned slow.

Ophelia inhaled sharply, she was conflicted and this was such a strange time for this family. They disrespected them -- so they deserved to be humiliated. But to die? That was questionable. "I want an apology." She said. "And I want to believe it."

The different people began to apologize, and also dancing. Gwyn grinned  and looked to the guard who's nose was broken. He apologized as well.

"Mm...what do you think, Gampres?" Lord LaCrux mused, clearly amused by the going ons.

Ophelia's nose scrunched in slight disgust. "I've no doubt he would have raped me if he'd gotten the chance. His verbal attacks alone were disgusting and brutal." She glared, "Cut out his tongue."

The guard begged for forgiveness, but Gwyn was now in no mood for games.

"Someone get him down. Take him outside, and do as she has asked. Make sure he doesn't pass out. I'll be out to deal with him shortly. He looked to the others, all women.

Ophelia inhaled sharply, arms still crossed. She had this severe frown on her face, turning and moving out of the main hallway to return to the room in which she stayed.

Walking past them each, who were now all dancing carefully, so as not to fall, and sobbing, Gwyn mused out, "Now then, if I hear any more of these rumors in my home? I'll make sure the last thing any of you remembers is being used as a fucktoy, and that you're remembered for how many cocks were in you. Am i clear?"

The women all nodded through tears, and he had them letdown and sent away. He came to Susan with a clenched jaw, "Bring Anthrel outside. She could use some sport."

The Madam's calling to Anthrel would be met with a startling, fierce roar. The tigress unfurled from her state of rest, fur bristling whilst claws unsheathed from her fluffy paws, slowly stretching out each leg whilst approaching the woman's extended palm. True to any feline the beast would rub her cheek and chin against Susan's hand, nuzzling her fingers with a throaty gurgle to acknowledge her.

Next, Susan leers toward Gwynepaine. Still her mask had yet to waver.

Gwyn motioned for them to follow, going outside, and whispering to Susan, " Do what you want to him, but leave him alive for Anthrel to play with."

The Madam's fingers fiddled and toyed with the grip of her hunting knife, tugging the steel blade from it's sheath along her hip simply to marvel it's beauty in the glittering of the snow and sunlight.

A cruel smile had coiled its way across her lips in this moment, unforgiving eyes lowering to inspect her sister's attacker -- and the fear in the guard's eyes was just the cherry upon her fucked up sundae.

"The safe word is 'Mercy'," she teases the man, her tone harsh and venomous, "Just say it when things get *too* rough for you."

Muffled cries and mumbled begs for “Murphy! Murphy!” was heard, the man nearly choking on his words as he sobbed so blatantly at the woman’s feet.

With that the Madam would begin to cut and shred the man's clothes from his body -- Shirt, pants, underwear -- and threw it all to the ground, marveling his nude form against the cold snowy grounds just a moment longer, aiming to make the man feel as small as possible.

“Get up,” she commands, the bark met with a swift reaction as the man struggled to scrape his sorry self from off the cold grounds, hunching over immediately to cover himself up, as well as warm himself as the cold nipped and bit into his bare flesh.

Slowly the Madam walked around him, getting a view of the guardsman at every angle, her twisted smile only darkening as she stopped behind him.

WIthout warning the Madam slashed her knife into his exposed back causing the man to jerk backward and upright with a cry. Blood would begin to dribble down his arm and drip into the snow. He’d fall to his hands and knees, flinching at the pain of the snow nipping at his skin -- but the pain of Susan’s knife carving into his back was even more horrendous.

She made it a point to carve the words “PIG” so deep she nearly cut to the bone.

With that the Madam would point North with her knife, not even giving the gentleman a moment to breathe before her icy tone would mingle in the air, breathing out a single command: “Run.”

And off he went, barreling toward the distant tree lines as the flight motion overcame him. He had no will to fight, no strength to do anything but run for his life.

It was just as the man reached the tree line that Susan leered down toward the tigress. Her bright golden eyes had yet to remove from the retreating figure. THe moment the beast licked her chops had the Madam thrust her hand outward and in the direction of the man, her final command resonating in the air: “Kill.”

And off was Anthrel, a vicious roar ripping through the beast's throat as she rushed across the open plain like a bullet.

It took only mere moments before the tigress pounced forth and raked her claws down the exposed back of her prey. A howl of pain and fear lifted into the air, and it seemed to be music to the Madam’s ears as she’d give forth a bought of maniacal laughter, clapping her hands together before gathering her dress skirts in her palms and beginning to cross the open plains to approach the scene.

The man hadn’t even made it to the trees to hide from the world his brutal death, the tigress was much too fast and the surrounding environment had significantly slowed the man down. He didn’t even have a chance, and the morbid thing was... He was thankful for the cold of the snow. The tigress had proven so heavy that she partially buried him into the soft frozen waters and it effectively numbed a good portion of his nerves, thus he did not feel a significant amount of pain as fangs tore into the flesh of his shoulder.

With a smug Susan leering on Anthrel ate in semi-peace, the haunting howls and cries of the man had yet to stifle. Not until the tigress clamped down on the man’s neck and bit so hard he’d begin to choke on, both, his own blood and the crushed windpipe.

#The Gampres #Susan's a psycho #Have yet to proof read #Wrote it as quickly as I could #whoops #One day I'll give you quality writes #But today is not that day