Day 5: Dance [Reminiscence of the past]
I missed their models from the early volumes. 🥹 especially in the dance party.
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Day 5: Dance [Reminiscence of the past]
I missed their models from the early volumes. 🥹 especially in the dance party.

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I just feel like you’re really doing yourself a disservice if you’re one of those people who are like noooooo blacksun was always endgame I hate this because like.
Do you know. how rare it is. to find a portrayal of a crush/flirting relationship that evolves into FRIENDSHIP???? Like a really good and important friendship?????
Like straight up they did not know each other very well. The only real depth to their relationship at Beacon was the intrinsic bond over being Faunus. But then Sun follows her to Menagerie, and their relationship goes from “guy who thinks this girl is cool and does not actually understand what is going on in her head At All” + “girl who has recently decided that friendship is the root of all suffering and (now) thinks this guy is naive and an idiot for trying to convince her otherwise”
… to “guy who listens and is able to process and ARGUE AGAINST this girl’s trauma spiral while also supporting her” + “girl who is able to accept love and support from others and see friendship as a strength instead of a weakness”
like are you kidding me?? I love their relationship. it’s so good. I can’t wait to see what interactions lie ahead in volume 10.
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Ships wars are inherently funny! What do you mean people are attacking each other because they can't agree which character fucks who?
there's a lot of shipwars
goddamn
Sun: *walks in* ‘Hey there man. *Finger guns*
Ren: Hey. *Peace sign*
Sun: Waddup man. *Pats Jaune's back*
Jaune: *on his scroll* Hey.
Sun: Yo! *Down low*
Yang: *hits it* Hey dude.
Sun: *looks at blake*
Blake: *reading, looks at him with a raised eyebrow*
Sun: *holds out fist* ‘Sup bro.
Blake: *deadpan* ……
Sun: *grinning* ……
Blake: Correct me if I'm wrong here, but don't your “Bros” all wear jeans and baggy pants? And also NEVER wear yoga pants?
Sun: *red* ……… *leans in, kissing her forehead* Good morning, beautiful.
Blake: *small smile* Good morning to you too, Sun. *kisses his cheek and goes back to reading*
Yang: Damn, that's all it took to break you?
Jaune/Ren: *in perfect sync* Do not underestimate the power of Yoga pants.
Yang: You guys are too soft!
Blake: No, you just don't understand the power because unlike me, Nora or Weiss, you don't have the ASSets to pull it off.
Yang: THE HELL YOU MEAN BY THAT!?!?!?
Sun: Damn, that's rough.
Ren: She's not wrong though.
Jaune: And with a pun to top it off too? that's crazy.

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Am I writing another Prongsfoot fic? You betcha. I missed those pining idiots.
“Why does it smell so strange in here?” James puts on a face so innocent it would make lilies pale with envy. “Smells like what?” Sirius’ eyes snap open, liquid silver and shrewd glint framed by lashes blacker than sin. “Like… familiar. Effie’s cooking and motor oil and,” he takes another whiff, and all the silver sharpens, zeroing on James, “what is it you’re brewing again?” he edges closer, crowding James against the bench. Caging him in. A whimper thrills at the back of James’ throat, ready to break free the second he loses grip on his composure. In about five seconds, give or take, if Sirius continues looking at him like this, cold fire barely contained behind his gaze, searing through James’ sternum and filling his bones with molten heat. “Nothing unusual.” Nothing like obsession in a bottle. “Finish the thought. Effie’s cooking, motor oil, and? And what?” “And licorice,” Sirius says without missing a beat, taking a step back. “But I hate licorice,” James blurts out, his entire body sagging with disappointment.