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you're not dumb!!! but mood honestly sometimes i even forget what my handle is so i mean ahskks

THREAD IDEAS & PLOTS

— [TW: alcohol mention / alcoholism] she relapses, she relapses hard. its been months, a year almost, since lips last touched burning amber. everything is falling apart around her, she's being remimded of terrible terrible things, people she looks to for support are brushing off her feelings or putting her down for acting the way she is. you're our leader, you're supposed to be an example, act like it, act like it. turns out she can only get herself so far before she's looking down an emptied bottle again, mind fuzzy and tongue thick but troubles just as unclear, and thats all she really wants. she's back to square one.

— her fiance is gone again, never to come back and why would she? so she's hurting, she's hurting and angry and stressed, and she wants someone to go to and soothe this pain, to take the edge off. a replacement. cue another messy line of discount lovers and one night stands, nowhere near the real deal but just enough, enough for her. and when she wakes up to messy sheets and the smell of cheap alcohol one day she'll think to self with grimm brother's smile, 'god, i really have hit rock bottom, haven't i?'

— following the string of lovers, there's a self reflection thread, one where she addresses own demons and struggles, stupid mistakes and long lost lovers. chicagocrimes come to terms with some things, one thing- she was not made for love, for sugar sweet smiles and rouge flushed cheeks, for pitter patter of heart and squishy, wriggly warmth. she was made for war, for bloody knuckles split and weeping, for skin bruised a throbbing and tender lilac, for a hell scorched body. forget love, forget feelings, she's tired of the pain that comes with it, she's tired of trying to make things better, and she's tired of testing it's barriers. a lost cause, a promise to ruin any daring to try, she's falling out of interest with that one thing she hoped to achieve over all, pushing other ambitions further and striving to build an empire out of the wreckage. and it absolutely destroys her.

TAGS. two weeks. time slips past reaching fingers and into unwavering sands, mocking and pensive in form. two weeks since messy laughter last echoed within head dizzy, dizzy, or she has curled up against skin broken chest, listened to the beating of war drum heart. two weeks since half smiles curved lips and catalyst hands tried to hold another, gentle, gentle. two weeks since shards of what once was and had beens shattered image. two weeks since they came to a sudden end- no, no, not sudden.

that says that neither could see, neither could see it coming. but it's been building, building, rising, rising to a head, the distrust weeding between them since last february's fallout. it has never ceased, has never been soothed, smoothed down so love could flower properly, like lilacs weaved into skin. instead toxicity rallied, blistering cesspool that hurt their passion for another, poisoned minds and tongues until snipes whizzed past teeth, and anger colder than winter's frost consumed two once-lovers. by then they just held on to the bare threads of once what was, remnants of past that they thought they could breathe life into. and look how that turned out.

still, chicagocrimes cannot say that she hadn't loved jade.

she does love her.

jade, a being crafted of nature's cruelties and all-consuming hearth fires. jade, who is hotter to touch than any inferno burning within hades oily lair, a true hercules. jade, who has fought with wired teeth and power that even boldest of warriors cannot fathom. jade, so sure and firm in mind and in her ambitions, ambitions she yells proudly upon pomegranate tongue tip. jade, perceived by the world as impenetrable as she sits upon throne of thinning bone and rowan branches, hellfire personified.

and yes it is true that that is what first held her admiration, her budding of feelings. but then, that is not who she fell in love with. no, love came after, after she got to see jade as she is.

jade, who's smile came so rare but so godly, holy ambrosia and angel sweet, when graced upon her. jade, who's laughter was like rain, a soothing balm to hurting creature ruinous, ruinous. jade, tender in her touches upon shoulder or against side, hands that look so rough capable of being something else. jade, with mind so sharp yet humor so half-thought out, pauses in speech when train of thought faltered so quick to bring laughter from dead girl. jade, an innocent pushed into nature of war and bloodshed, and there is kinship in such misery.

the fact that long strides walk where love once blossomed, now lonesome and stressing is tragedy undwinding. love is doused by crashing waters, and homeland seems to be drowning, drowning. for the dead girl is falling apart, a perfectly put together mess not so perfect, ruined mind running rampant with guilt and anger and self-loathing. chicagocrimes has dealt with heartbreak before, by same hand no less. and she can fight wave after wave, but now following smell of blood on wind, she might just go under.

she is no stranger to confrontation, to slashing claws splitting skin and sharp biting teeth spilling coils of red icky snakes, metallic, copper. but it is the smell attached to it that has her on her feet and moving, closer, closer, with panic pushing to forefront and throat wadding up into knots as she is searching, searching, searching.

and what she finds spills greater terror into veins, a jolt that makes woman unsteady on feet. blood, crimson, foreboding, deep spills over flowery meadow grounds, horrible and overwhelming in every way but that is only the start of downfall. for a body lays midst of it all, lashes of oranges and blacks and browns and whites oh so familiar, familiar, known, loved. first thoughts are of denial, a burst of frightened tears taking eyes because she's losing her, she's losing her, and woman collapsed at her side in an instant. "medic," words tremble with growing emotion as paws push, push against a wound too deep, bleeding and bleeding and bleeding. it stains her hands, hands so desperate as they steady against spilling, torn, cold, flesh. jade was dying. jade was dying. no, no, "MEDIC." jade was dead.

apple and ralsei are gonna just be each other's security blankets ajsmsj

also!! their main colors complement each other (ralsei green/black and apple red/white) and i think that's really cute

fun fact; when you sleep all day you stay up all night

ANYWAY catch apple signing death threats to anyone who even looks at ralsei wrong

current faceclaim: prudence night / tati gabrielle from CAOS! i'll like,, edit some of the icons and to-be icons here eventually

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* oh no

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* i'm still not 100% sure i'm bringing her back tbh, right now i'm just having her forward a plot with gambit. but a rwby clan,, :eyes: i remember when someone had made remnant into an actual group in the backboards, it was flooded with rubies and blakes and it was amazing lmao