#Mistral tries to write

[rachetmath]

Yang Priorities

Yang: Hey Jaune. 

Jaune: Yes?

Yang: Remember that question me and Winter asked you?

Jaune: Yes. 

Yang: Be honest with me then am I a good sister?

Jaune I mean you are better than me but not better than Winter or Sapphron.

Yang: How so?

Jaune: Yang you have been doing Ruby dirty for a while.

Yang: Not true.

Jaune: Yang on her first day you abandoned her. How do you think we met?

Yang: um.

Jaune: Our initiation, you never once tried to save her. Weiss did that. 

Yang: Okay but that was because she needed to toughen up. Especially if she is going for the big leagues.

Jaune: Okay. First mission.

Yang: Oh come on, I was asleep. I found her and hugged her.

Jaune: Okay. After the fall of Beacon. 

Yang: Okay you can not fault me for that. I was going through it. 

Jaune: You were crying over a girl. At least she was alive. 

Yang: I lost my arm.

Jaune: Protecting Blake who you were crying over. And you got a new one. I stepped up and went with Ruby to Mistral.

Yang: I eventually came back.

Jaune: You did. But not before going after Raven. The deadbeat.

Yang: She was my- 

Jaune: Bitch, you could've just called once you were close to the city.

Yang: It would have taken me hours. 

Jaune: You had a bike.

Yang: Still.

Jaune: Okay then back Blake. You talk shit about how your mom did you dirty. But suddenly when Blake did the same shit and came back you forgave her.

Yang: She's different. She did it to protect us. 

Jaune: That's great. But here's the thing, um, we were in danger anyways. What the fuck do you mean?!

Yang: … … I-

Jaune: And the crazy part is, you prioritize Blake a lot more than your own sister.

Yang: Not-

Jaune: Yang, Beacon you gave her a lecture because she was obsessed with the White Fang. 

Weiss: Then in the house, you got Blake out first before Ruby.

Jaune: Yang you were against telling Ironwood a lie and called Ruby out on it. 

Weiss: Not once but twice.

Yang: Weiss!

Weiss: You're right. He is going to do the same thing to me. But still.

Jaune: But all of a sudden when Blake wanted to talk with Robyn you agreed to that shit! With no debate!

Yang: Okay that-

Jaune: Then when that old lady talked bad about Faunuses, you were ready to talk shit considering your girl is a Faunus. 

Yang: Okay, I-

Jaune: Nah, bitch, I am not FUCKING done. The Ever After you were crying over your sister, but before, what were you doing that you didn't notice her having a mental breakdown?

Yang: Umm… well-

Jaune:  See bitch I should- Ooh. Ooh.  

Yang: Okay but-

Jaune: And then when she finally broke down. Start yelling at Blake, you jump in front, protecting her, from your own sister. 

Yang: Okay but I am still there for her.

Jaune: You're right. You do. But still, you need to start balancing Blake and Ruby because if you don't, then your relationship will be just as bad as Qrow’s.

Yang: Yeah you're right. But hold on what makes you worse?

Jaune: Yang, I have seven sisters. The one sister you met, I allowed all of you into her house. Eat her food. Cracked her walls. Risked her wife’s job and in danger her whole family to get us to Atlas. And guess what, I never told her about Salem or the mission we're on. She's probably worried sick especially because I barely write to her. 

Yang: Damn. 

Jaune: In fact I haven't talked to my family in years. I haven't spoken to anyone in my family since Beacon.

Yang: What? 

Jaune: You heard me.

Yang: Oh my God, Jaune, you need to go home. 

Jaune: *stressed out* I know!

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #ruby rose #weiss schnee #winter schnee #saphron cotta arc

[bestworstcase]

Okay so about halfway down this post https://www.tumblr.com/bestworstcase/732581936677158912/what-do-you-make-of-ozmas-motivations-given-that?source=share I was struck with a sudden realization and I'm curious of your thoughts on it. Jaune as the Rusted Knight is a stand-in for Ozma. Driven by guilt over the people he couldn't save, and determined to save everyone else whether they want it or not. Like, holding the Paper Pleasers hostage is analogous to Ozma's laser focus on preparing humanity for the gods' return, or rather, on preventing humanity from becoming something that doesn't need the gods' return. Like maybe there's nothing here past the surface level? This is one of those things that just hit me and I'm writing it down before it leaves my brain forever yk

no yeah absolutely ->

“they don’t know what they want! […] afterans are all either too clever, too stupid, or too crazy to trust!”

“i feared that making you all aware would only add anxiety and negativity. [not telling them grimm are attracted to the relics] seemed like the safer option.” and “i believed the kingdom of mistral deserved better than the truth.”

and “do you really think leo was the first? […] i’m sorry, but you have to understand that my behaviors are backed by experience. i’m not saying i have reason to think you will betray me; i’m saying that i have reasons for the things i do, the secrets i keep, the reason i…”

so all those times you talked about having faith in humanity, that was just for everyone else?

same behavior. same condescension. same motive—to protect the vulnerable (ignorant, dependent) people of an unfamiliar world from annihilation. and just as ozma repeats the same cycle over and over again across every life, so does jaune do the same things every single day; both of them stagnating in circles of their own making.

two things interest me about this.

the first is that jaune is, prior to V9, salem’s heroic foil—the “lovable idiot stuck in the tree while his friends fight for their lives,” the girl in the tower watching her father slaughter everyone who tries to help her. both of them defined by grief; cinder is to jaune as the god of light is to salem. what sets jaune apart from salem is that she just wanted to be free—whereas he wanted to be the hero.

so once jaune is forced into a position where he can’t save somebody [mercy-killing penny = killing ozma + the girls dying in the crossfire] that breaks him in the opposite direction it broke salem; she gives up and withdraws to live in isolation among grimm, he rots in this scenario he created where he gets to be the heroic protector. and in doing so he becomes ozma.

the interesting piece here is that the resolution to this arc, his restoration, comes by way of jaune letting go of his paranoid fear of the tree and accepting what the afterans told him: the tree doesn’t kill, it resurrects and rebuilds. it destroys in order to create.

in… other words, jaune-as-ozma doesn’t understand the importance of life and death. jaune-as-ozma cannot break his curse until he learns that the tree’s endless wheel of life-death-rebirth isn’t evil or cruel.

the second is that jaune as the rusted knight acts out of irrational fear: the certain threat of annihilation he imagines isn’t real. ozma, of course, heard “your world will be wiped from existence” directly from the god of light himself, so he has much greater reason to believe in it. but…

where is the god of darkness? if he still exists as he was then, does he know? did he agree to put humanity up to this test? if he ascended and became something new, he cannot return to remnant with his brother at all and his choice to ascend amounts to a permanent decision to leave remnant as it is and let humanity do as it will. is the divine contract even enforceable? can the brothers take back the power they abdicated when they left the planet in flames behind them?

the paper pleasers ascended and returned in a new form that could not be threatened by the force that wiped them out. the brothers revoked their blessings and wiped humankind off the face of the planet; salem remade herself in the pool of grimm, and humanity rose from the ashes.

for it is in passing we achieve immortality: through this we become a paragon of virtue and glory, infinite in distance and unbound by death. i release your soul, and by my shoulder protect thee.

our souls transcend death, says salem, who lived to see the mass grave the brothers left behind heave itself back to life again.

this force of pure destruction could not destroy a being of infinite life, so it created a being of infinite life with a desire for pure destruction. (humans are both destruction and creation, dark and light in one.)

when alyx’s life ended, she chose to leave a part of herself behind: a wish to fix what she had broken…

…as salem fixed the broken moon.

remnant isn’t the brothers’ world; it is the world that became after the old world died. the tree does not kill; it resurrects and rebuilds. what power do the brothers actually have in this world they did not create?

#v9 is sooo juicy. also #the cat is to jaune as jinn is to ozma #alyx broke her promise to the cat #salem lied to darkness by omission #jinn tells them of dark’s loneliness #she tells them salem understood him #& the heart very rarely forgets. #at every level the math checks out.

[melonishus]

When Penny starts to date Ruby, she finds it odd that Ruby is never allowed to leave Vale, but doest think much of it until Beacon falls. She tries to convince Ruby to come with her to Atlas, or even to try to get answers from Mistral, finally getting her to relent, only to find out that Ruby isnt quite what she seems and finds out a terrible secret once she steps outside of Vale.

Ruby - I don't know Penny….

Penny - All is well Friend Ruby. We will be together

Ruby - I know but maybe we should tell people about where we're going

Penny- It is more important that we do the right thing for all the people who died. You know this

Ruby - [sighs] Yeah….yeah I do

[Penny flew through the air with Ruby in her arms. Ruby began clearing her throat}

Penny- Ruby ?

Ruby - I'm sorry…i think I have something in my throat

[As Penny continued, Ruby's throat clearing became more definite]

Penny - Ruby ?

Ruby - [hands clawing at throat] Penny….I can't breathe

[Penny swirved downward and started diving towards the ground, her load becoming lighter as she descended. She readjusted her grip on Ruby, noticing that it seemed to have drifted somewhat}

Ruby - [struggling to speak, her hand reaching up rigidly to touch Penny's face] Penny call Yang

Penny [lowering Ruby to the ground, finally noting how small she has become] Ruby I don't understand , you don't feel right [she started scanning her to figure out what was happening with her]

Ruby - [mouth curling into a smile, the light draining from her eyes] Don't look at me like that…you're breaking my …..

[Penny took Ruby's hand, trying to mesh her fingers together with Ruby's, but finding that her fingers were now fused together]

Penny - [scared and confused, her voice quivering] R…Ruby ?

[Ruby didn't respond, her face didn't even move to indicate that she had heard a word Penny had said or that she was even breathing]

Penny - [lays Ruby down on the ground and falls back, staring at her for a few seconds before she moved her hand to her ear] Calling Yang….

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Writing Requests are OPEN

#melon skits #rwby #ruby rose #penny polendina #nuts and dolts

[sparda-ly]

i cant believe that you do write for mgr!! i swear that i've been dying to find some new fics of this fandom, because, you know, no one makes content of it. but anyways! im really really happy that you do write for mgr and, as always, i'll make u a request (and you can ignore it if you want :))

how would sam and raiden (and maybe mistral and moonson if you are willing to write for these) separately to a reader that likes to write love letters with little hearts and sweet words all over and send for them when they aren't around :)

and keep your good work but also take care of yourself, okay? love u, darling!! 💕💕

– 🌙

RAIDEN, JETSTREAM SAM, MONSOON, MISTRAL WITH AN S/O THAT WHO WRITES CUTES NOTES

GENDER UNSPECIFIED!

note: hey there sugar, love to see you in my inbox! hope these headcannons are ok since i'm not really sure bout the monsoon part! let me know if you have any tips

warnings: none

raiden

raiden is pretty slow when it comes to showing affection therefore when you started leaving him cute little notes with hearts splattered all around them, he only makes a ??? face and questions why would you do that if you can say the same thing to his face.

it probably takes a lot of time explaining to him that this is just tyour way of showing your love and affection for him

plus, the poor cyborg thinks there are some type of secret bombs hidden in these notes dropped off by his enemies due to his trauma

however, after some time he grows to actually enjoy them and always smiles whenever he notices them on his desk

once raiden tried writing a little note for you however it looked absolutely horrible, the man felt so embarrased he threw it away before you could even see it 😭😭😭

sam

this cocky mf definitely enjoys them and absolutely cherishes them with his life

sam definitely handles affection better than raiden, that's for sure

also, he himself has quite a few ways of showering you with love

that's why he surely understands what you mean by these cute notes and always lets you know how he feels about them

one time after a particular hard objective, he saw a pink note attached to his desk with the words "let's dance after this mission ;) ♡♡" and it absolutely made his day

let's not forget the fact that he will absolutely show these notes to all his acquaintances and eat up their jealous faces, feeling pride he has such an amazing partner 💗

monsoon

starting of with the fact that this man is arrogant and cocky as fuck, monsoon will definitely appreciate these small acts

he may have a hard time showing that though

monsoon secretely loves them and always collects them putting them in a safe box in his office

although he will get defensive if anyone brings it up during a conversation and deny the fact

he can also be flirty when he feels like it but it's only when he's in the mood

similar to sam and raiden, small notes from you can easily change his entire mood

mistral

please for the love of god never stop leaving this woman cute notes, she adores them

whenever she sees these pieces of paper containing tons of hearts and a little message, she goes quite litreally crazy

"baby, if i knew i would get these notes every day, i would've asked you out earlier"

her favourite notes are the ones were you praise her and tell her she's your favourite person

at some point mistral definitely starts leaving you similar notes possibly with flirty pick-up lines that surprisingly are good

she feels pride and satisfaction whenever she sees you blushing at them

#metal gear raiden #mgr raiden x reader #mgr raiden #raiden mgs #mgrr raiden x reader #raiden x reader #samuel rodrigues #samuel rodrigues x reader #mgr sam #mgr jetstream sam #mgr sam x reader #jetstream sam #jetstream sam x reader #monsoon #monsoon x reader #mistral mgr #mgr monsoon #mgr mistral #mistral x reader #mgr mistral x reader #🌙 anon #mgrr #mgrr x reader #mgr x reader #metal gear x reader #metal gear rising revengeance #metal gear raiden x reader #metal gear revengeance

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

So Question everyone should Gyeiss be a Schnee?

What I mean by that is I'm trying to come up with her canon to my writing and I got two so far.

So first off, I don't think I wanna make her another estranged sister to Weiss, Winter & Whitley. That's Bleiss's thing and I wanna try something different.

So here are my thoughs.

1.) Gyeiss is a Relative of Weiss, Because she resembled the heiress so much Jacques used her a decoy/ body double for his daughter. Her parents too oppressed by Jacques in Atlas so they moved to Mistral hoping to get out from under his thumb hence her finally being able to express herself. Still after having lived so long as a double for Weiss some habits like her hair are hard to break.

2.) Gyeiss is a Mistralian that actually just happens to resemble Weiss (By extension Bleiss) This has caused the girl no shortage of grief, people having tried to kidnap her for ransom, kill her for being a Schnee! Which she isn't or old creepbags trying to arrange marriages with her thinking she's the SDC heiress. Hence Gyeiss started dressing differently then the heiress so they didn't look alike, got herself tanned, died her hair the works. If I choose this one I need to come up with a actual last name for her besides Schnee.

What I do wanna do is make her first and best friend be Sun Wukong, regardless of which of the two paths I choose. He was also her first crush, but gently rejected her cuz he liked a girl 'With a bit more meat' on her. The two are super close regardless and Sun was also the one who nicknamed her Gyeiss as a joke but it stuck.

P.S. I need to come up with her real name

#gyeiss #question

[kitkatopinions]

I have this theory that rwby white knights and anti-rwdes are really into pushing the idea that Ironwood pre-shooting Oscar is some horrible clearly bad dictator with no good traits because they actually don't have any arguments against people saying his over-the-course-of-two-in-universe-days fall to villainy was rushed, unnecessary, and severely lacking in emotional depth. So the only way for them to try and make it not bad writing is to say that James was always a villain and therefore his villainy arc wasn't 'rushed' (though this ignores the fact that a villain with standards rapidly changing into a villain with zero standards with no real depth is still bad writing.)

But funnily enough, the whole thing with pushing the idea of 'Ironwood was always a bad guy, clearly a dictator, clearly everyone needs to have seen that or they're a pro-dictator bigot themselves' take... Really just makes both the team of RWBYJNROQ and the narrative that the RWBY writers painted seem worse if you ask me. Like, Team RWBY and co were actively and willingly working with IW for like two months, right? Like, they were down in the thick of it in Mantle sometimes, they saw the security camera that some people swear means that James kept the citizens of Mantle under constant surveillance, they saw the broadcasting of James and Winter that some people swear means that James was obviously feeding Mantle propaganda, they saw how he worked on a project that they actively believed in apparently instead of using the easily transferable resources of a communications tower to fix a broken wall. They saw James put things in place like curfews, which some people are swearing is proof of the ironclad hold Ironwood had on those poor defenseless citizens. They saw that he pulled his forces out of Mistral (on the advice of Winter,) which apparently is heartlessly hording protection, and they also saw him bring some of his forces into Vale which according to some people was a show of power. And despite the fact that there was every indication that IW was fully authorized to be in Vale and fully authorized in bringing over weapons, and despite the fact that he only brought them because he thought there would be an attack (which there was,) and despite the fact that he clearly didn't bring his whole fleet - No, he was invading Vale. And Team RWBY and co also saw his 'over-reliance on machinery' and his 'hatred of humanity' at play, and they saw him let teenagers do any fighting and saw that he was running a child recruitment school (ignore if this breaks the premise of the entire show by implying that Ruby shouldn't be allowed anywhere near a fight,) and they saw that he was supposedly grooming Winter. And they saw that he *gasp* was put in charge of security for an event after an attack that could've been really bad while Ironwood and the rest of Oz's inner circle was anticipating worse I MEAN he was completely unnecessarily put in charge of obviously completely unneeded security for your average everyday not in danger at all sporting event that can easily be compared to sporting events in our world where Salem and Grimm don't exist, and so that was clearly an act of aggression and exercising control.

So, if Ironwood is really a terrible dictator who has clearly been doing off the charts bad things that prove that he's a bad dictator since his very first appearances in volume two, then the options are A. Ruby and co are all so hopelessly naive that they completely ignored the clear and obvious signs of a dictator and then made shocked pikachu faces when he 'tried to leave all the poor people behind to die because of nothing but laziness, cowardice, and classism,' which makes them look really bad. B. Ruby and co are all so dumb that they just didn't realize that all the obviously bad stuff he did was obviously bad and should be a deal breaker because they're just that oblivious. Or C. Team RWBY and their friends can be slotted into the same category that the anti-rwdes put IW fans who say that the fall to villainy was rushed and that he wasn't always clearly bad, and written off as pro-dictator probably classist bigots. Ruby literally shared information on the war with him after a bunch of stuff in season seven because she and Oscar decided to trust him.

(Just to be clear, I don't believe any of that. I believe that Ironwood wasn't clearly super bad until he shot Oscar, and Team RWBY weren't in the wrong to work for and help Ironwood and believe in some of the things he was doing.)

But, using that 'James was always a dictator who was always clearly bad' logic, what does that say about the narrative RWBY the show was presenting us with. Because... Team RWBY and co weren't treated as in the wrong for working for and helping Ironwood and believing in some of the things he was doing. They doubted him a little, here and there, but for the most part just worked with him, and then nobody was like 'we were so stupid to trust him after everything he did' and nobody was like 'We need to be more careful because we were working with a dictator FUCK." In fact, Yang and Ren saying anything against Ruby was still treated as completely bad and something they needed to take back, even though she was the one who told the supposed clearly evil dictator important war secrets. Sooooo, if Ironwood really was a dictator, what was the 'Ruby did no wrong' stuff supposed to tell us as viewers? XD Like I honestly truly prefer thinking 'these writers just screwed up their fall to villainy arc pretty badly' rather than thinking 'these writers deliberately made the heroes willingly and happily work for an evil dictator for months and trust him with important war secrets.'

Once again I'm wondering how RWBY simps manage to make RWBY seem eight times worse than it is while they're trying to defend it.

#rwde #anti rwby #anti rooster teeth #rwby critical #rwby criticism #rwby crit #rwby bashing #rwby hate #pro ironwood #pro iw #ironwood defense

[heliosthegriffin]

I got thrown across the multiverse, and all I got were these lame scars

Summary: Jaune’s doing .... alright, better than before at least. Currently, he’s living with his sister and her wife in Argus doing odd jobs, catching up with his education and paying his tutor, while also trying to remember how to read and write properly in Remnants tongue and script.

It’s not easy settling back in, especially after how his trip was, and his was pretty bad, the multiverse is a brutal place, and he had a extended seven year trip that started when he was just twelve. 

Now at least, it seemed he was back for good, and as far as worlds went, Remnant was far from the worse, at least they’re wasn’t anybody plotting world destruction, right?

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It was rare, or at least was rare, that Saphron and Terra got to enjoy a night out, ever since Adrian had been conceived they were too busy planning and adjusting they’re lives for when he would be born.

Party nights, going out with friends, drinking and having sushi, that was all forgotten about, they had a new life to care for and grow together, and they needed to prepare for him and make sure he would be healthy.

And, that life style continued for almost two years, including Terra’s pregnancy, them practically becoming hermits, as they cared for they’re son together, it was tough, but both of them considered it a high-point of they’re relationship, and sign of how well they went together.

Then, he showed up, Saphron’s long-lost, presumed dead, little brother, Jaune Arc.

Everything changed, immediately, it had been sheer coincident that they met at a diner he was working at, Greasy Eddie’s, Terra thought it was called, they had been leaving the port, and were hungry enough to not care how bad the food was for them.

Then Adrian started crying, like he was trying to get they’re attention, and then Terra saw those blue eyes, that same eyes as her wife, and Saphron dropped her scroll, and in a blur of motion, she hugging him, bawling her eyes out.

Terra could hardly believe her own eyes, the last time she had seen him, he was a little boy waving to her across a scroll screen, and then, Saphron turned around for what was must have been five second, and he was gone, just gone, not trace or sign, with the footage at the CCT Terminal they had been at just showed him there one frame, and gone the next.

It was impossible to rule it as Semblance based interference, as no signs of Aura were found, and Semblances, as random and powerful as they were, followed physics in some weird way, and based on evidence, or lack there of, it was judged that it would have to be several different powerful semblances at work at once to pull off.

Something impossible, considering this was a CCT that was guarded by several people with Huntsman training, someone would have to sensed something, anything, and yet nothing.

And, all that for some kid, of a huntsman yes, but not even a particularly well-known one. It just didn’t add up.

It made inter-kingdom news, from Vacuo to Mistral, with even Menagerie chimed in on the case. Specialist from across the world tried to solve the case, not all of them out of the good of they’re heart, others for the fame, and others to have a trained huntsman in they’re pocket.

They all failed.

The case was closed, and Jaune was consider dead by the world at large.

Saphron and her sisters, the rest of her family, all the Arcs, they never gave up.

And, her he was, in some dingy diner next to the port, that smelled of rotten fish, vomit, and urine.

Terra couldn’t believe her eyes, or his reaction.

He froze, not he didn’t freeze, he jerked back, trying to gain distance and for a couple moments, Terra feared for her wife’s life, as she saw the glazed, cold look in his eyes, his hands a blur, before the words that she was sobbing out, hit him.

She didn’t even see where he got the knife from.

Then he froze, stiffly, as though a hug was a unfamiliar gesture to him. He looked at her, like he was seeing something familiar, and putting together the pieces, mumbling out a dozen different words, that Terra had no clue what they could mean.

It was several long moments before Terra understood what he said, as he said the right word. “Sssisster?” He asked awkwardly, in a very odd, untraceable accent.

Saphron only tightened her hug, and Jaune moved to hug back, with both arm, but stopped himself, letting his right arm fall away, and hugged her tightly with his left.

Then she essentially dragged him over to the table, and little Adrian practically jumped into what should have been a strangers arms. Terra probably should have expected that, Arc’s were just weird like that, she sword they could sense each other via proximity, or to that effect.

Terra was stunned and quiet listening to her wife fire question after question at her brother, all while he cradled his nephew for the first time, awe upon his face looking at the child.

Then it came time to leave, and they didn’t, Saphron made them wait until his shift was over, then told him, in a tone that offered no other option, he was coming back with them.

He seemed confused, it took her a couple tries to get the point across, it was like he had trouble understanding they’re words, well Saphrons words. Terra had found herself too, unbelieving she supposed, to say anything.

It seemed to good to be true. Everything changed, her brother in law was there, living in they’re spare bedroom, when he wasn’t doing ... something, he was cleaning they’re house, cooking, or helping taking care of Adrian. It was like she had suddenly gotten a little brother and housekeeper in one package.

And, they could start going out and having a social life again.

Like tonight, going out with a couple from her work, eating at a fine restaurant, and walking home.

Terra was disgusted with herself at the fact that she didn’t trust Jaune as far as she could throw him, and he was much heavier than she was strong.

“I don’t like this,” Terra said, after they were within sprinting distance of they’re house. “Adrian’s still young, we need to be careful who influences him, he needs his mothers around to give him good examples while we still can,”

Saphron gave her wife a side-long glance, her eyes digging into her. “Are you saying that my brother’s a bad influence?”

Terra wanted to say yes, so badly yes, but Saphron was no longer rational around her brother, no Arc was around Jaune, so she had to pick her words carefully. “He needs help Saph, you know this,”

Saphron look at her with icy eyes for a half-second, before looking away softly. “He needs his family, Terra, I need him. Adrian deserves to know his uncle, and they say, boys need a strong male figure in they’re lives, Jaune can be that figure.”

“It’s not that he can’t,” Terra linked hands with Saphron, holding her hand tightly. “But, he’s off, his mind isn’t where it’s supposed to be, I mean, when was the last time you saw him sleep? Or when he does, when did it look like he hadn’t been crying?”

Saphron made a bitter expression. “I haven’t, but I don’t even want to imagine what he was like when he was alone, how painful that must of been, enduring what he had too by himself.”

Terra had too look away from Saphron’s genuine expression of concern for her brother, she had always been far more caring than Terra was, as far as she was concerned, that amount of people she loved was two.

But, even she had to admit, she felt immense pity for her brother-in-law.

It took her a moment, but she found another rebuttal. “Then, how painful must it be, if he doesn’t ever get himself treated? He can’t get better by himself, and we’re delaying the inevitable. What if he snaps and hurts-”

“Terra-Cotta Arc, don’t you ever! Ever! Say that about my brother!” Terra was force on the back foot, as Saphron rounded on her with a absolutely visceral snarl. “He would die for us! Kill for us, before he ever even consider the possibly of thinking about hurting Adrian, me, or you! So, take that nasty, terrible thought and lock it up, where the sun don’t shine, or so help me, I will show you the fury of a woman of the clan Arc!” Saphron panted red-faced, and Terra would admit she was death afraid of her wife when her temper was roused.

Also, attracted and very painfully aware of how shaky her legs became when she got like this.

“Are we, understood?” Saphron said with a tone that would be measured in the negative degrees.

Terra nodded, cheeks blushing.

“Good,” Saphron leaned in and took her hand, “Glad that we got that sorted out, now lets go check up on the boys, ok?”

Terra nodded weakly, she doubted she would be able to bring this topic up again, anytime soon, if ever.

It took mere minutes to get back home, and unlock the door, then disarm the security, and the tripwires, and the other defenses that Jaune had installed, much to Terra’s displeasure.

She was frowning as it happened, but the moment she stepped in, she was frozen, a soft lullaby was being sung, one that Terra had never heard before, one that she didn’t understand, as it sounded like it was being sung in a half-dozen tongues.

Her eyes watered, and she trembled, Saphron was openly crying, Terra noticed, and they followed the sound of the voice into the living room, where Jaune lay on the couch, cradling a sleeping Adrian a look of avuncular love on his face, singing what was both gibberish and a deeply moving song, if one knew the words.

Saphron tightened her grip, and Terra turned to look at her, a look of pride and smugness on her face, and Terra realized, that she was right, Jaune would never hurt them, any of them, not in any amount of years.

She knew that, as she and Saphron went to bed, but it didn’t change the fact, she didn’t trust Jaune, couldn’t trust Jaune, he set her hairs on end, and made her shiver with a look, he was trouble, and even if he would die for them, what did that mean, if they all got killed too?

He was dangerous, and she did not want danger around her baby, any mother would feel the same, if only Saphron could see that. It wasn’t the fact he had disappear for the better half of a decade, or the fact her nearly killed her wife, or that he might stunt Adrian’s social ability by talking to him in a language that only two people on Remnant would understand.

It was the fact, that trouble always attracted trouble, and Terra had a deep feeling, that Jaune was going to cause them so, so much trouble.

#Jaune Arc #Terra Cotta Arc #Saphron Cotta Arc #Adrian Cotta Arc

[sailorsenshishitposter]

MGR office au part 6 - a day in the life of Jetstream Sam

After that awkward encounter with his boss, Sam got dressed and then double jumped onto the roof. He needed some space and didn't want to think about what had just happened. He gazed down the deadly height noticing a new face that he had never seen before. "What a pretty boy. I should go meet him." He then jumped all the way down and did a super hero landing, causing the earth to shatter beneath his feet. Since this was Denver, all the locals were used to strange events and paid no attention.

He ran towards the intriguing man and then stood in front of him. "Excuse me but would this happen to be you?" There was a poster in bold writing that said "HOT, SEXY CYBORGS IN YOUR AREA" The man responded back "Sorry. I'm from Liberia. You must have the wrong guy." He tried to walk away until Sam grabbed his shoulder. "Did it hurt?" The other man was now totally confused. "What?"

"I said did it hurt. When you fell. From Heaven." Sam then gave a massive shit eating grin and winked. The man let out a disgusted noise. "Ugh. What are you even supposed to be with that green exoskeleton? Shrek?" Sam chuckled. "Human Shrek I hope." He gave another smile. The other man became flustered. "You're impossible to get rid of!"

"No I'm Samuel Rodriguez but you can call me Papai ;) What's your name blondie?" The other man groaned. "I guess you won't leave me alone. My names Raiden all right? Not blondie!" Sam laughed. "Whatever you say pretty boy." As the two men were chatting, his colleagues began to wonder where he went?

Suddenly a voice came over the intercom. "Due to recent events, today's plans are cancelled. Next week we will be having a lesson on sexual harassment in the work place. Thank you all for understanding and good day." "Look at what you got us into Sundowner!" said Monsoon. The cyborg began to protest. "Hey, I got today's plan cancelled. More time for me to watch info wars. Besides, Sam's not here anyway!"

"While that may be true, we still won't be receiving payment today, no thanks to your actions and Mistral still wants to hang your corpse above her fireplace." Sundowner gulped. "Speakin' of which, where is she?" He carefully tip toed around the room only to nearly be caught by a whip. "MERDE! I ALMOST HAD YOU!" Sundowner then grabbed Monsoon. "Let's get outta here and find Sam!"

Soon they were outside of headquarters. "Okay, I think I'm safe now." The bald man let out a breath that he didn't realize he had been holding. "What the- Is that good ol' Sammy!" Monsoon used his vizor to zoom in. Low and behold, there was Sam along with some stranger. Without thinking, he blatantly asked "So Sundowner, who do you think is the top?" His coworker was now totally confused. "Why the hell are you bringin' up clothing?"

"...Nevermind. Let's not have another repeat of yesterday shall we? Anyway my Intel is telling me that the man he is with is a infamous cyborg called Raiden. Otherwise known as Mr. Lightning Bolt-" "No fuckin' way! They really call him that?" Sundowner was now on the ground cackling. Monsoon sighed. "If you will let me finish, he's a skilled child soldier from Liberia, directly took on the patriots and has-.... child bearing hips...?"

"What in the fuck man!?" Neither of them could believe what they just heard. "All right, change of plans. We'll observe them from afar." Ten minutes later and Sundowner had acquired a giant Amazon warehouse cardboard box that the two of them managed to fit in. "What's happenin'? How are you supposed to see what they're doing?" The other man grew tired of his coworkers idiocy. "You know very well that I'm blind and can't see. I'm going to try listening in on their conversation."

Monsoon detached an ear and carefully maneuvered it forward. Once he had it in range he careful set it down where the two men wouldn't notice it. "So what do you think about getting something to eat?" "As long as it doesn't taste like gunpowder it should be fine." "Wait, what-" Suddenly he couldn't hear them anymore. Sundowner looked outside and noticed that it had started to rain. "Whadda we do now?"

"Wind blows, rain falls. It's simply how things are. I'm not so weak as to quit from the threat of a mere storm." He called his ear back. "I'll simply use my electromagnetism to my advantage. Watch and learn." Sundowner nodded. "If you say so." Soon Monsoon had shouted "Lorentz Force" and then there was a change in the air. "What's happening to my body!?" shouted Raiden. "Hey I think it's workin' Monsoon!" The man gave a smug grin. "Of course. Soon I shall orchestrate my utopia of death!"

It seemed the force was perhaps too strong. The next thing they knew, Raiden became stuck to Sam's body. "Did ya mean for this ta happen too er..?" Monsoon took the box, threw it on the ground and started to repeatedly stab it with dystopia. "I didn't know how much you liked me blondie?" Raiden wanted to scream. "I don't, it's this stupid body. Something must be wrong with it. DOKTER!"

Suddenly a holographic image of a German man popped up. "Ah, Raiden, what zeems to be de problem-" He took one look and then blushed. "Oh my, I zeppos I haught you at a bad time yah..." He then promptly ended the transmission. "DAMN IT!" Sam chuckled. "Is it really so bad being this close to me?"

"YES! NOW HELP ME! THERE ARE TWO PEOPLE OVER THERE AND I DON'T WANT THEM TAKING PICTURES!" Sam sighed. "And just when I was starting to have fun. Alright. What do you want me to do?" Raiden then explained that they should be able to change the polarity if Sam turned around. "Hopefully this should fix everything. Now get moving before I die of embarrassment!"

Somehow Sam had managed to turn around but there was a new problem. They were still stuck together and in a even more compromising position. Specifically it looked like Raiden was giving it to Sam from behind. "Heh. Didn't know you were into this?" Raiden doubted his face could get any redder. "ARGH!!!" Sam then had a thought. "You know I won't be mad if you want to test the merchandise. I can assure you, it is of very high quality."

"OH MY GOD WILL YOU PLEASE JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Raiden was just hoping that something would kill him at this point. "Hey, I know those guys!" Raiden's lone eye went wide open. "YOU WHAT!?" "Yeah, they're my co-workers. Maybe they could help us get unstuck. And perhaps a picture to remember you by?" Jack was close to coming out. "Calm down, I was only kidding." (He wasn't)

"HEEEEEYYYYY, HEEEEEEYYY OVER HERE!" Sundowner scratched his head. "You don't think they're talking to us do you?" Monsoons anger soon washed away once he noticed all the yelling. "I guess we better fix this." They went over and released the two men from the magnetic grip. "Thanks guys. I knew I could count on you. By the way, this is my boyfriend Raiden." Sundowner and Monsoon began to clap. "Congratulations."

Suddenly Raiden was right behind Sam. "And when was I going to be made aware about this?" he said with an icy tone. Sam began to sweat profusely. Next thing he knew, Raiden's eye began to glow red and he took out his blade. "Did I ever introduce you to Jack?" Soon Sam was running away from the mad man known as Jack the ripper.

Sundowner laughed. "All's well that ends well. Speakin' of which, why do I feel like I'm forgetin' somethin"?" Half a second later and Mistral used her whip like Spiderman to hurl herself forward and then flung her foot into Sundowner's crotch. "Mon fucking Dieu! These bitches gay! Good for them!"

#crack fic #mgrr #metal gear rising revengeance #samuraiden #raiden mgr #jetstream sam #samuel rodrigues #sundowner mgr #monsoon mgr #mistral mgr #senator armstrong #mgr

[drabblesandimagines]

Little Lamb

Octopath Traveler II Yandere Temenos x (afab) reader

I just love this sassy cleric and know I'm the only one writing this pairing so I'll share it with the world.

All under the cut if this isn't your sort of thing! Thinking of making a side-blog for these darker things? I'm a weird hybrid fluff/yandere fan, apparently.

As soon as you hear the key in the lock, you try and bite back your sob in fear, but he always notices. "Oh, little lamb, not more tears." His voice echoes around the four stone walls, making you feel even more trapped than you already are.

You don't reply - you can't - he never leaves without tightening the folded habit – the very one that would be atop your head if you’d made it to your pledge - back around your mouth, making sure it sits snug. He says it's to ensure you honour a vow of silence until his return, but it doesn’t make sense. Who would you even speak to? No-one can hear you down here, he's assured you of that - though that didn’t stop you trying the first few days you were brought here, screaming and tugging at the manacles keeping your hands above your head, chained to the wall.. It seems even the Gods have abandoned you now.

You had been sent to Flamechurch to begin your studies ahead of taking your vow as a Sister of the Sacred Flame. He had been one of the first to greet you as you arrived, though you had to apologise for your ignorance of not having heard of him before, but he seemed to enjoy that. Everyone said it was such an honour that the Temenos Mistral had taken a personal interest in your spiritual journey. You liked him too - he was intelligent, quick-witted and made you question everything deeper than you ever had before, but, in the end, the lively debates only solidified your conviction to dedicate your life to the Church.

You were ready to take your vows, your senior Sisters in agreement, but Temenos insisted you hold off a little longer. You listened, of course you listened, you lapped up every bit of wisdom he bestowed upon you. He was so well esteemed and regarded by his peers and, even though something didn’t feel quite right deep down, surely if he was advising you to delay it would be nothing but an insult to disregard his advice and he must have a reason.

Now his reason is as clear as crystal and you wished you’d listened to your gut.

He wants to keep you all for himself.

He'd slipped something in the wine. Temenos often had a glass at your evening discussions and you only ever had a small glass where you partook, sometimes just a sip or two, so you knew something was off when your head started to swim mid-conversation. He had a condescending grin on his face when you tried to stumble up to your feet, crashing down to your knees as your limbs refused to co-operate. His boots entered your blurred field of vision before his hand crept around the back of your neck. "There, there, lamb, I've got you..." 

You'd woken up in this room - a store room deep beneath the Church where no-one came. It seemed he'd been setting it up in preparation for you, at least you hoped you were the first. It comprised of a bed, a table, an old sink and a section of the room covered by a screen, which he deemed the wash closet - it was a repurposed butter churn barrel of all things. He’d acquired two, so he can swap them in and out.

Besides, it wasn’t like you had the freedom to walk around - your hands chained to a hook above you when he wasn't there. When he was there, he'd release you - allowing you to relieve and wash yourself in privacy at least. Or as much as a wash you could manage with a large jug, bucket and cloth.

He'd bring fresh gowns too - white, pristine. He'd taken your old clothes away, so it was dress how he wanted or go without.

It’s hard to tell how long you’ve been down here. There’s no sunrise or sunset, just periods of sleep and two visits a day from your captor. He lights a long-burning candle on his morning visit, extinguishes it when he leaves at night. What did he tell the Sisters, the congregation – that you just decided it wasn’t for you and you’d gone home? They wouldn’t investigate – they’d take his word as gospel. Is he going to kill you?

Temenos has a bag in hand, as always - he brings you breakfast and supper. If you refused to eat, and you had a couple of times, he had his methods to get you to comply. He was never opposed to using his staff to get his message across, get what he wanted. He said he didn't enjoy hurting you, you were forcing his hand, it was the only way you’d learn. He’d only let you experience the pain for a little while because he would cast healing hand. Repeat.

He sets the bag down upon the table and walks over to you. You flinch back but there's nowhere to go, your back already pressed up against the wall as close as you can go, willing it to swallow you up. He smiles pitifully at you, leaning down besides you and wipes away some stray tears with his thumb.

"This is just a test of your faith, my lamb. You haven't forgotten our lessons already, have you?" You haven’t forgotten your lessons, but you still don’t understand what he means. What his justification is for keeping you down here.

He fingers slip into the knot at the back of your head and he loosens it, tugging the gag down before shaking it back out into the habit it should be, hanging it on the bedframe. Your mouth is so dry.

"Are you thirsty?"

You nod, but that’s wrong. His fingers are under your chin now, tilting your head up to him.

"Use your words, little lamb." He chides. It's confusing - demands for silence, demands for speech.

"Yes," your voice is hoarse. 

"Well, maybe if you didn't cry so much you wouldn't be." He chides.

You don’t know what to say to that. What does he want? What’s the point of this game? He tsks and goes over to the sink, filling up a goblet of water for you. He returns and sits down on the edge of the bed, holds it up your lips, as he always does. It’s humiliating, but you’re so thirsty and you drink it down greedily.

Once you drain the goblet dry, he pulls it away and smiles. “Better?”

You nod. “Thank you,” you add before he can tell you off.

“You are very welcome, my dear.” He takes the goblet back to the table and returns to your side, withdrawing the key from his tunic pocket and unlocks your wrists from the shackles at last. Your arms always feel weird at first when they’re let down after being held above your head for so long.

He takes your left arm and inspects your wrist, before moving on to the right arm.. At first, you’d pulled and pulled at the restraints hoping they’d give, but all you’d achieve was rubbing the skin raw and bloody. Temenos would chastise you, before healing with his stave. You never made any progress – if anything, your persistent efforts to pull yourself free of the restraints day after day only made you grow weaker. He fed you, yes, but it wasn’t much. Enough to keep starvation at bay, but the hunger still led you feeling weak, tired… subdued, compliant.

“No abrasions again. Good - you’re learning.”

Learning what? You want to spit out, but it won’t end well for you so you hold your tongue.

“Do you need to relieve yourself, lamb?”

That’s the most embarrassing thing of all, you think – that he makes you fulfil your bodily functions in that butter churn. A butter churn which he empties, apparently as a labour of his love.

You always say yes, though. It gets you a few moments away from his piercing gaze.

“Please.”

“Go on, then,” he nods. “Then we can have supper and start our lesson, hm?”

“Yes, Temenos.” You agree meekly, shuffling down the bed, away from him, before you stand, though your legs are wobbly from lack of use. You don’t want his hands on you though, so you brace yourself on the wall for a moment, gaining your balance, and go behind the blasted screen.

Supper is always the same affair – bread and grapes. Temenos never eats with you, probably permits himself a more varied diet, but he just watches. His hands clasped on the table, his staff leaning against his thigh, barely in sight, but enough to remind you it’s there and the power he wields.

You eat every last morsel he gives you, never really sure when he might remove the privilege. He could dictate that you’re going to fast, after all.

When you are finished, you take a glug of water from the goblet, place your hands in your lap and thank him. That’s important too. He reminds you to be grateful.

“My pleasure. Now, I thought we’d change things up a little tonight. You’ve been so well-behaved these past few days and you deserve a reward. You were so full of questions at first, weren’t you, little lamb?” That was true. He’d wanted to continue on your philosophical discussions, but you hadn’t played ball, demanding, screaming, questioning why he’d done this to you. He’d remained calm, as always, simply pushing the habit back in your mouth, silencing you, and talked. Temenos did always love the sound of his own voice.

“I was.” You agree.

“Do you still have those questions for me?”

You’re not sure of the answer he wants to this one. Usually, it’s best to agree with whatever he says, but it could be a trick. However, he said there was a reward…

“Well, do you?” He sounds bored now - you’ve kept him waiting too long.

“Yes.”

He smirks, leaving you wondering for a few moments if that was the wrong answer. “Then I am prepared to entertain a few. Question one is…?”

“Why did you bring me here?”

“I thought that’d be obvious by now,” He chides. “To keep you safe, of course.”

“Safe from who?” The only person you wish you could be safe from was him.

“Everyone. You are such a sweet, naïve lamb – I couldn’t allow the wolves to feast on you. You’re too dear to me.”

“But you…” you swallow, “Surely you could’ve kept me safe in the Church, Temenos. We would’ve been working alongside each other, as we were.”

“They were going to send you away from me.” His eyes darkened. “I simply could not allow that to happen.”

“Who was?”

“The Church had decided your new post for when you’d taken your vows. You were going to be sent to Stormhail,” he says it as if it leaves a foul taste in his mouth, “to work at the Sacred Guard Headquarters. I could not allow that to happen. I could not keep you safe there.”

“That’s why you tried to dissuade me from taking the vows, so I wouldn’t go?”

He nods. “See, you do understand. But I knew I could only keep you from taking them for so long. It gave me enough time to set up this humble abode for you though.” He gestures around your prison. “I know you think my methods are harsh and unnecessary, but I lost a precious member of my flock before and I won’t allow it to happen again. Especially not to you, my little lamb.”

--

“Arms up.” He commands, perhaps a little softer than usual. You used to put up more of a fight, but it’s pointless. He always gets his way. So you comply, allow him to clasp the metal rings around your wrists – again. This time, though, he slackens the chains a little, allowing the tops of your arms to rest on the pillow rather than be strung up high above you. He knows you notice and smiles. “Obedience is rewarded and you’ve been such a good girl recently.”

Supper threatens to make a reappearance.

You expect him to gag you next, but he sits down on the edge of the bed, and clasps the side of your face with an open palm, forcing you to look at him.

“What’s on your mind, my dear?”

“Am I to stay here forever?” Your voice cracks.

He keeps a hold of your face as he leans forward, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, ignoring your question.

“Now,” he tugs the habit from the bedframe and drapes it across his lap, folding it neatly length-wise into his desired purpose, readying it. “I want you to think a little about what we’ve discussed this evening, and then get some sleep. Open.”

You open your mouth immediately. He’d held your nose before when you hadn’t, waited until you’d gasped for air to stuff the dreaded thing in.

He tucks it neatly between your teeth, the heavy fabric pressing your tongue down. He moves your hair out of the way of the knot almost lovingly - if this act could be loving - before checking over his handiwork.

“May the Sacred Flame guide you.” He gets to his feet, blowing out the candle on the table as he passes, leaving you in darkness.

“Sweet dreams, little lamb.” You hear the door open and close, the lock clunking shut as always.

And you cry.

#ghostdogwrites #octopath traveler 2 #octopath temenos #temenos mistral x reader #temenos mistral x you #yandere temenos mistral #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #octopath traveler 2 fanfic

[invested-in-your-future]

How would you write Ruby then?

That's the easiest one yet because that's something I have been thinking about since V3 ended.

If I were to to summarize Ruby after V3 ended in one word, it would be "Haunted".

As the V3 progressed and slowly but surely everything went out of control, we saw Ruby and foundations of both her idealism and escapism be genuinely shaken. I have written about it before, really

Basically as rewrite starts, you have Ruby in quite a chaotic state. She's haunted by what happened to Pyrrha and what happened to Penny and at the same time all the other terrible things through her life are also closing in like her vague memories of what happened to her mother.

The fact that her relationship with Yang is "a bit" strained also doesn't help. Yang has always been supportive and cared for Ruby, often at the cost of herself, but now? Now Yang is hurting and she's in no place to do that. One could see it even in V3 finale - their interactions are bit awkward now as Yang is a LOT worse at masking her hurt than Ruby is. So, needless to say, Ruby leaves home on a pretty bad note as far as conversations with Yang go, their final farewell being something that haunts both her and Yang going forward.

So you have Ruby who is unsure of her path, haunted by the terrible tragedies that befell her and also feels like she's been kind of cut off from her support net - relationship with Yang is strained, Weiss left for Atlas before Ruby woke up and Blake just outright disappeared.

As her journey goes on, Ruby is dealing with conflicting feelings - she still wants to be a hero, but she also finds herself willing to do whatever is necessary to protect the people she cares about and also she absolutely wants to make Cinder pay. One would expect for her to find some solace with Jaune going through grief too, but unlike in the show, rewrite Jaune handles grief differently - he finds peace in his memories of Pyrrha and, just like Pyrrha would have wanted, is in the middle of of trying to figure out what he wants to do with his life and what kind of person he truly wants to be beyond all the fake bravado and knightly nonsense he tried to do before. Nora and Ren are dealing with grief too, but also returning to Mistral adds a whole another layer of worries and past memories for them because there's quite a bit left unsaid between them in regards to their own personal past tragedies.

So even though Ruby is traveling with Jaune, Nora and Ren, at the same time she's also someone who is traversing a dark forest all alone.

She still smiles and she still acts like everything is fine as much as she can, but on the inside she's terrified. Various moments from her life come back as dreams and sometimes they can make it pretty ambiguous on what is real and what is not amidst all the anxiety and panic attacks. Also, especially during stressful situations, Ruby finds it a lot harder to handle her emotions now (because she repressed a LOT of negativity before and what happened kind of broke the dam and you can't just "unbreak" it). She's a lot more prone to displaying anger or acting reckless. Her outfit is in a bit more of disrepair and her weapon is damaged from fighting that way.

Meanwhile, the world doesn't wait - with the transmit system being gone, there's a world war brewing as mistrust grows between nations and also in the corners of the world, dark things are slowly awakening. Oh yeah and also certain girl with a pointy umbrella seems to have dedicated her life in chasing her down and making her life hell.

How does Ruby deal with where she's at right now as far as life goes? How does she handle possible tragedies in her future? Where will she be emotionally when one day team RWBY actually meet again? I think its pretty interesting angle to take.

Thematically Ruby, as protagonist, is the microcosm version of the whole setting and the whole narrative itself, so it makes sense that both the larger world and the protagonist herself would be in a state of terrifying unknown, dealing with grief and lingering sense of dread from everything they experienced.

Each RWBY character is handling Fall of Beacon differently - Ruby finds herself falling apart, Weiss finds her conviction and belief renewed as she views everything around her in a different light, Blake needs to face her past and Yang is picking up the pieces of her life and trying to build some kind of meaning out of them.

#rwby #rwde #rwby au #ruby rose #rwby stuff mine

[nightmare-foundation]

honestly i'm thinking about my overthrown ozpin au since someone reblogged an old post abt it

i'm just thinking abt his exile, how devastated and confused he was, yet trying desperately to stay optimistic, that surely this will all blow over

thinking abt ozpin going to old safehouses and old allies, only for those places and people to no longer be safe, being betrayed time and time again

thinking abt him retreating into the woods outside of vale, at first hoping that at least one village would help him, would believe him, only for even them to distrust him, for rumors to have been made, only for him to be damn near burned at the stake because some particularly religious people claimed he was a 'witch' (and isn't that ironic?)

thinking abt ozpin's trust and hope in people being completely shattered, even when it came to simple old civilians because even the children in villages were terrified of him

ozpin attempting to hide deep in the thickest part of the woods, making his own little house, having to call on the survival skills of several past lives just to get by

ozpin writing in journals, documenting his experiences, naming the various animals he kept around, doting on his sheep and his singular horse named Magpie (he misses qrow so, so badly), making a cloak/cape out of their wool

ozpin silently guiding lost travelers out of the woods to safety, despite his mistrust of them

ozpin being chased away, his home destroyed, losing his beloved horse, and having to run back into vale, because no other kingdom is safe

ozpin being found by roman and neo, two criminals being the only people that actually help him

ozpin falling into the trap of alcohol, trying desperately not to remember how his own father did the exact same thing

ozpin losing his arm and his cane, his murder of salems lackey being the catalyst to his ever-growing rage and his downfall

ozpin forcing grimm to bow to him, getting merlot to work for him and to get him his grimm arm, ignoring qrows and glyndas protests and anger

ozpin convincing adam taurus to work for him with the help of CME and watts, telling him that helping him would be the first step to truly liberating the faunus

ozpin completely overtaking vale in a single night, disabling pyrrha (but not killing her) and brutally murdering the newest beacon headmaster on live tv

ozpin reinstating vales monarchy, making himself the new king/emperor- because dictators are what people hate, because this is a way to unite people against him

ozpin taking in a little baby oscar and raising the ram faunus, and eventually cracking under his 'act' that is slowly not becoming an act and forcing oscar into brutal, nasty training (which is just an excuse to abuse the kid) and 'punishing' (abusing) him whenever oscar steps out of line

ozpin terrifying leo into working for him, and eventually taking mistral 5 years into his reign, officially creating the Oz Empire, but still lacking the lamp of knowledge due to team RWBY, JNPR, and to his shock and rage, salem

ozpin creating terrifying, monstrous grimm- anything from giant sea leviathans that could take down a whole atlas ship with a single snap of its jaws, to the horrifying infamous grimm known as The Consumption, a parasitic grimm that plants 'seeds' in people, before eventually overtaking their bodies in a horrifying burst, infecting the environment itself, craving and needing biomass to feed itself and grow

ozpin turning on the white fang and killing adam when he tries fighting back, utterly destroying the group with his empires far superior technology

atlas completely abandoning the other kingdoms, hoarding all the resources for itself, becoming a fascist police state

ozpin's magic affecting the environment- animals and plants becoming more and more aggressive, mimicking grimm, and grimm becoming far more aggressive, attacking literally everything in sight

ozpin taking vacuo, getting the sword of destruction, keeping it on him at all times

ozpin taking back the maiden powers, getting stronger and stronger every time he takes back his magic, killing raven and the summer maiden in the process

ozpin being furious when pyrrha is forced to kill cinder and pyrrha becomes the fall maiden

ozpin killing pyrrha not long before he goes to try and take atlas, getting the fall maiden powers, knowing that pyrrhas death tears apart jaune

ozpin having personally torn out rubys eye, and ruby having to take the time to adjust being down an eye

yang being mostly prosthetics because she's lost so much due to the war, despite trying to be careful and smart

blake losing an ear, having issues with her hearing and having to adjust to being HoH

weiss having chronic pain due to all the dust/magic damage all over her body, her eyesight slowly worsening

jaune losing his left arm, integrating his shield into it, and letting his hair grow out

nora having lichtenburg scars everywhere, and dealing with constant chronic pain, her joints being the worst because of the constant amount of force

ren being the least damaged out of the group, but still dealing with arthritis and lowered joint range

nora having nearly been paralyzed, so she has a sort of prosthetic on her spine to help her keep walking

pyrrha having a lot of prosthetics before being killed, which aided her a lot in her fights

oscar running away at 14 successfully with the help of qrow and RWBY, glynda dying in the process, and oscar having to deal with the awful amount of PTSD he has as well as his disabilities, and requiring a new prosthetic leg (which was based off of mercurys legs)

ozpin attacking atlas directly with his new, massive metallic/grimm wyvern the size of monstra, stealing the winter maiden powers from winter and killing her, killing ironwood, and destroying atlas with the sword of destruction

ozpin being practically half grimm, the grimm from his arm having covered half of his body, allowing him to control grimm, summon those shadow hands via glyphs, and allowing him to contort in horrifying ways and to regenerate the grimm part of himself (it's not painless, it hurts like hell)

ozpin finally being killed by oscar via the sword of destruction, ending the war

the kingdoms having several civil wars and wars between each other afterwards because no one can decide on how to tackle the history of the war

the veterans from all sides refusing to talk about the war

ozpin reincarnating in oscar, and due to oscar healing with his friends help, oscar takes no bullshit from oz, and as a result, oz slowly, slowly heals

oscar being adopted by ruby and penny, and grieving the loss of winter, yang, nora, glynda and pyrrha with the remnants of the two teams

#felix (host) #ozpin #rwby #rwby au #overthrown au #ruby rose #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #lie ren #pyrrha nikos #glynda goodwitch #qrow branwen #james ironwood #oscar pine #these ppl are all so fucked up in this au #everyones disabled yes #blake is a poc in this au btw #yang and ruby are asian #pyrrha is greek #nora is uh. scandanavian? is that what youd call her #ren is obviously also asian but that's canon i think #jaune and weiss are the token white people #also! oscar has ram horns! #they only curl around the top of his head when hes a teen #but they eventually curl around his ears like actual ram horns when he grows a bit #also salem gets a redemption arc #it works so well she's no longer immortal lol

[vulturereyy]

Rey's OC Masterpost!! (as of 5/29/2023)

I realized I've never done one of these, like ever, anywhere, so. Maybe now is the time to change that! My OCs are from various fandoms and genres, and some are used more than others. General rules for them are as follows: Asks about them, questions, comments, all okay! If you do fanart I think I am legally obligated to marry you LOL, but really no pressure! Please do NOT use my art of them or their exact character for your own use. You are welcome to be inspired by them, and welcome to include them on references for commissions like 'I want hair like this character' etc so long as you credit me for the art! But please do not take their stories and images 1:1.

Please do not kin my characters. It makes me exceedingly uncomfortable and you will be blocked. Without further ado... Get ready to see some gay little bitches!!

Sorbet Lemonbalm

My beloved. My wife. My husband. She's been divorced three times. She's left the altar twice. She's never been married. She's my weed smoking girlfriend. She's in a polycule with a kobold barbarian and the Moon God.

Sorbet is my most recent D&D character, played during a homebrew campaign that I cannot wait to get back to. She's a Firbolg, Oath of the Ancients Paladin/Lunar Magic Sorcerer multiclass. DEVOUT follower of Selune, the moon goddess, and currently her champion, even if she frequently feels like she is not up to the task and the responsibility is slowly crushing her. Accidentally became the Fey King of the Summer Court during one of our final battles with our phase 1 BBEG, when our bard used modify memory in a very cool (and very homebrew) way against the corrupted fey queen. (She does NOT want to be fey king and has tried to pass on the crown to almost every other fey they've met since). Most recently, she 'GET DOWN MR. PRESIDENT'D' her own goddess and tanked a rival god's magic bolt, destroying her tower shield in the process and giving her those necrotic scars down her side. But this bitch survived with 1 fucking hit point!! I'm trying to keep these short, but I could write an essay on Sorbet. She's the first D&D character I've really gotten into, even doing a REAL ACTUAL CHARACTER VOICE FOR HER (shout out dimension 20 a crown of candy for making me feel like I could), and everything!! I love playing her SO so much and I hope that she can wreck shit in Astora again soon. Our sessions are all recorded, maybe one time I'll get a clip together and be brave enough to share.

May'la Sugarfoot

May'la is my sweetest khajiit Elder Scrolls Online OC. She's from a moonsugar farming family in Khenarthi's Roost, though she took on a path of becoming a chef in Mistral after she found she was unable to really help as much as her sisters in the sugar fields. May'la eventually worked her way all the way up to being one of the head chefs in an Alik'r merchant house, though her real passion will always lay in baking. May'la dreams to have her own bakery one day, though she also has a far larger dream of becoming a member of the Antiquarian's Circle.

May'la's mother, Dra'tarrina, is a senche-raht pit fighter and former member of the Undaunted, who toured in Dragonstar Arena for years. When May'la was just a nosy kitten, she found her mother's old armor and shrine to Boethiah -- still strangely well-tended. Unable to curb her youngest daughter's incessant curiosity, Dra'tarrina began telling May'la tales of her time in the arena, and her quiet worship of Boethra, the khajiiti aspect of Boethiah. Boethra worship was all but wiped out with the Riddle'thar epiphany, and as such, May'la has secretly made it her life's goal to find and preserve any scrap of Boethra worship and lore she can. She wants to eventually present to the Antiquarian's Circle so it can continue to be passed on.

Devotion (Llewyllyn) and Gytha (Hollow Knight) (I reuse names)

Devotion is my current main Hollow Knight OC. She's a tall, toned dragonfly knightess with an extreme, well, devotion to the White Lady. She served in the Queen's Guard for years, but eventually succumbed to the infection. Terrified of hurting her fellow knights or her queen, Devotion threw down her shield and nail, and fled all the way to Kingdom's Edge. She sealed herself off in one of the many caves, and essentially... Rotted by herself in that horrible, blinding light until the Radiance was finally defeated 😭. The infection took most of her memories with it, but she had repeated her oaths to herself until her voice gave out. Everything is hazy for her post-infection, but she remembers a White Lady -- and remembers that she is dearly devoted to her service. Devotion is currently in the Colisseum of Fools, attempting to train herself in mind and body again, before she feels she can make the journey back to Hallownest. And besides, it's the only place that offers free room and board right now... So long as she puts on a good show. Gytha, The Thorned Bulwark, is the knight that trained Devotion as a squire. She's brash, boisterous, and unafraid to speak her mind, even if it is directly against her King or Queen. Gytha and Devotion were very close, though Gytha retired from knighthood long before the infection swept Hallownest. I'm not quite sure what I'll be having her doing, but I do think she traveled to the lands beyond the kingdom. She would be the type to try some grand adventure, even if it would be her last. You can learn more about Devotion and Gytha here, in the app I made for an RP server :) (including a way too long backstory lmao)

Thimble!

Thimble is my Grimm Troupe OC, fitting in with @grollow's wonderful setting! Thimble is a skittish but good-hearted little butterfly from a kingdom in its death throes, and after said kingdom's total collapsed, he sailed for the Troupe on a whim in hopes that he could find a place among them. He certainly did, and more than a few friends to go along with!

Thimble starts out as general help, far too anxious for the limelight, but after watching Ashe's OC, Mist, perform aerial Cyr Wheel, he gets struck with an inspiration he's never quite experienced before. Thimble learns Cyr Wheel and eventually performs a couple nights a week in the troupe after years of practice with Mist, and encouragement from the other troupe members :)

Thimble is based on a long-tailed skipper butterfly, a frequent visitor to my backyard.

Kindlepitch the Pardoner

Oh... Him.

"Do you not feel it? the burning, seething hatred that seems to permeate this wretched nest? Wouldn't it be best to have that feeling be done away with entirely? So much pain, so much death -- let this era rest. Let us rest, laid down upon a bed of sins inconceivable. Only in Her merciful light shall we find ourselves absolved, at last granted release from the torment the False-King inflicted upon us!" — Kindlepitch

Kindlepitch is. He's a whole lot. Scorned by the moth tribe after he refused to forget the Radiance, and boy is he deep in the orange juice. Kindlepitch believes that Hallownest's downfall was the shunning of his good lady, and that it is only her light that can finally bring peace to the atrocities of this world.

You can read more about Kindlepitch here!

Amaashaa Phykiish

Amaashaa is my main Star Wars OC. Daughter of a senator and a senator later in her own right, this gal has had. Enough. I haven't played her recently so I don't have as much to say sob, but I do love her dearly. Amaashaa served as a field medic in the Clone Wars, and later a lead surgeon on the Ord Cestus Medical Station when an injury removed her from the field. Amaashaa's life can be defined by passion; enough to burn away injustice, but also herself. After the Clone Wars, she eventually went into politics alongside her father, and was often the cause of many a fight in the senate chambers.

A barely-failed assassination attempt is what finally drove Amaashaa away from the senate, at her father's behest. They planned to lay low and 'make quiet trouble' for the empire in the meantime. Amaashaa was placed upon an off-radar scrapper crew of the Spicer (created by @rabiezcore, if I draw her with other characters they are likely Rabiez') and has since learned that... Wow, she can actually exist as a living person and not just a vessel for service. There's a lot to unpack there, but she's had a lot of character development. Amaashaa does eventually rejoin the rebellion when it reforms, and serves as a medic among them for a while, before injury does finally force her into retirement for realsies. Then she gets to live out her dream of living with her mando definitely-not-boyfriend and having loth cats of her own at last.

Lullaby Heartstrings

Lullaby Heartstrings was my sheep-flavored Minotaur Barbarian for a D&D 5e Lost Mines of Phandelver campaign.

Towering over her party at a grand 7'2" tall and nearing 500lbs of wool and muscle, it's not surprise that Lullaby is an intimidating figure, even despite her coloring and innocent sounding name. This journeyman member of the Emerald Enclave is a frequent sight in Neverwinter and the various northern Moonwoods, most often called upon by pilgrims looking to traverse the Lurkwood or caravans in need of mercenary guards. Despite her affiliation with the enclave, Lullaby's relationship with nature is far more akin to respect between warriors than the reverence a druid may possess. She believes nature to be a cruel, unyielding mistress who cannot be tamed, but also takes her challenges with silent honor, knowing they make her stronger in the long run.

Lullaby is generally quiet, softspoken, and has been called 'grumpy' by those who take her as a guard, but she is not unkind. Those under her protection will often find her aiding in setting up their tents, ensuring everyone has a decent amount of food and water, and always taking the first shift of watch. Her preferred method of communication is through gestures and actions rather than words.

Lullaby was originally born into a circus troupe, the Heartwood Heartstrings, but an incident involving her debilitating stage fright ended with her running away from home as a young teen. She's been with the enclave ever since.

Lullaby's greataxe is made out of two Axebeak beaks; one that she hunted herself, and the other that a mentor killed.

(WIP below)

#Rey's Ocs #My Ocs #star wars ocs #hollow knight ocs #d&d ocs #oc masterpost #also almost all these bitches are autistic or not neurotypical in some way #because i cannot make a neurotypical character to save my life #none of them are cishet either #or even het tbh #my blorbos

[tobiasdrake]

Ranking Octopath Traveler 2 Characters on the Bestie Scale

I've been ruminating on this one. I didn't do a Fight Me Bruh for Octopath 2 because these are all powerful RPG characters so obviously I lose instantly to every single one of them and I didn't do a Bestie for Rain Code because I felt like half of the characters would just be regurgitating what I'd already expressed vividly about them and the other half would just be me going "Yo, that's a fascist," over and over.

But finally, here it is. I'm ranking the Octopath Traveler 2 cast from Most to Least Bestie.

Agnea Bristarni This should come as no surprise to anyone who was with me through my playthrough of Octopath 2. Agnea was my main character and that was a decision I did not regret for a second. She's vibrant, unapologetically kind, and wants good things for people - and entirely willing to do whatever it takes to get those good things. Beware the nice ones.

In a game where the villain's core philosophy is "Having to live is agony, and escaping that fate is a mercy," Agnea is the antithesis of their entire belief system. She fully, thoroughly enjoys life and tries to instill that same enjoyment in everyone she meets. She's a walking celebration of the sheer beauty and magnificence of existing in the world.

Top-tier bestie, bar none.

Ochette How can you not get along with Ochette? She's a happy-go-lucky child that brings you meat. Apart from her inability to comprehend complex societal issues (a product of her youth and inexperience), there is nothing wrong with her.

And even then, there are worse character flaws to have than "Maybe too forgiving." That's the kind of thing you write in the "greatest weakness" section of a job application to puff yourself up.

Temenos Mistral Gonna be honest, I was not expecting to like this guy when we first met him. I'm not very religious and he's literally an Inquisitor. That title is a red flag all on its own.

But as we got to know him, the relationship Temenos has with faith hit me very deeply. I was going to say "his" faith but in a sense, it isn't. Not really. Temenos works for the Sacred Flame church but he refuses to internalize their dogma, insisting that even the heavens themselves are not above scrutiny.

For as standoffish and full of himself as he is, Temenos is a lonely guy. It's hard not to be when you're a high-ranking church employee whose system of belief borders on heresy. But he values his friendships far more than he's willing to admit, and he and I see eye to eye far more than I anticipated.

Throné Anguis Throné deserves friends. She's had to live a hard life for so long that she's barely even had the opportunity to figure out who she even wants to be in this world. Where other characters stories are all about expressing who they fundamentally are as a person, Throné's story ends with her attaining, for the first time in her life, the ability to go off somewhere and do the same.

We don't really know who Throné is because by the time the final credits roll, she hasn't had a chance to live yet. She's hatching from her chrysalis when we leave her.

What she needs right now are good friends who will give her space to find herself without pressure and maybe help her discover new things along the way. And also help her avoid the myriad social cults looking for isolated and naive people that they can scoop up and indoctrinate. Though she does already have some experience with that.

Hikari Ku Okay, I'm going to need to qualify the fuck out of this placement because Hikari is the nicest and sweetest guy ever. So I need to clarify that I think Hikari and I would get along fine. I have absolutely no beef with him as a person. I just don't think we would hang out very much, or have much to talk about when we did.

First, because of the logistics of the thing. Hikari is the fucking king of a nation. A nation in chaos following civil war, violent upheaval, and a complete cultural overhaul from imperialistic ways that have served their country for decades. This man is going to be intensely busy for the rest of his life. When he's not fending off assassination attempts by people dissatisfied with the sweeping changes he's trying to introduce.

But also because, for all his strong moral fiber and rigid integrity, he's not very fun to be around. His personality begins and ends at his duty to his people. His Crossed Paths events with Agnea demonstrate this well; He's a good man with a good heart and strong convictions, but a boring date.

Castti Florenz Castti's in a similar boat to Hikari. She's very nice. She has good ideas and good beliefs. But she works herself to death so much that I doubt we'd ever see each other outside of official apothecary work. She also travels a lot as part of her profession, so more often then not she wouldn't even be in the same part of the country as me.

I would love to have Castti as my doctor. She's motivated, compassionate, and eager to take on whatever is ailing you. But unless I signed on with Eir's Apothecaries myself, it would be logistically difficult to even become her friend in the first place.

But if I pulled it off, I think Castti would be a nice friend to have, but perhaps an overbearing one. Castti tends to take on a maternal quality in her relationships with others. She's not a member of the group; She's Team Mom. That's nice of her, but I've been a grown-ass man for a while now. That's not what I'm looking for in a friendship.

Partitio Yellowil It's hard not to love Partitio. He's a well-meaning guy with strong values that I agree with: That poverty is a terrible evil, and we should work to eradicate it. Unfortunately, he's a bit naive insofar as his ability to recognize capitalism's complicity in that evil. He sees commerce as the cure for poverty, which is. Like. Oh, you dear, sweet, naive soul.

He's got one foot in the door of recognizing the value of socializing vital programs. He supports labor rights and has even led collective action himself. The main thrust of his conflict with the Roque was over Roque wanting to privatize the steam engine versus Partitio wanting to share it for collective good. Like. He's right on the cusp of getting it a lot of the time.

His willingness to forgive is nice. His eagerness to put the people who created the problems back into power because "As long as they report up to me, it will be fine!" is incredibly foolish. I think Partitio is a good guy who means well and I wish I could place him higher, but I also think we would wind up bickering pretty heavily over economics any time we hung out.

For most people, a disagreement over politics isn't necessarily a dealbreaker. But Partitio's economic philosophy is more or less his entire personality so if we don't see eye to eye on it then we're going to get into fights. I love the guy, I just would have a hard time being around him for an extended period of time.

Osvald V. Vanstein I didn't like Osvald's story more or less from the moment I started it. "Hard man embarks on revenge quest because his woman/women were murdered" is a story that I'm just so over. Osvald the Story was bland for me. But Osvald the Character was. Like. He's fine. Serviceable in the role of Vengeful Hard Man, sure.

But then I got to the end of it. Where he's reunited with his daughter and discovers that his love for her is, in fact, the greatest magic in the world. And then, high on this revelation, he promptly dumps her on the nearest female-shaped person so he can go do anything else but raise his child.

That left me cold. Even if Elena doesn't remember him because Magic, he has a responsibility to her. Instead, he pawns her off on his research assistant without even asking the poor kid what she wants. The man she thought was her father tried to sacrifice her for magic, her true father rescued and defended her, and then he's out of her life before she even knows what happened.

Osvald is a neglectful workaholic who abandoned his child moments after reclaiming ownership of her. Everyone in my household has parental issues. He would not be welcome here.

#octopath traveler 2 #octopath 2 blind play #besties

[shera-dnd]

DID SOMEONE ASK FOR FLUFFY DOMESTIC FALLEN PETALS?

Well, y'all did it's why I wrote it in the first place

This one is set like at least a full decade past whatever the show's finale is gonna be, featuring Cinder and Ruby moving in together in Mistral so Cinder can try to reconnect to her old homeland

It doesn't go particularly well for her

But it least it was fun to write for me

If anyone were to ask a young Ruby Rose where she’d settle down in her later years, her first answer would have been that she’d never settle down, because that’s lame . 

But if one managed to get her to say an actual place, then a small village on the outskirts of Mistral would not have been her first choice.

Honestly it wouldn’t have even been her last choice.

Back then Ruby had no reason to consider this place for her new home, but back then she and Cinder had also been sworn enemies. 

So maybe young Ruby had no way of guessing what direction her life would take.

Dropped a city out of the sky, fell into another world, had a little chat with the Gods, married her nemesis… 

Yeah there was no way she could guess any of that.

So here she was, in this small mistrali village, having finally settled the last of her belongings. 

It wasn’t anywhere near as big as the home she left in Patch, but it was still cozy in a way and it fit most of their furniture. It wasn’t a home quite yet, but she could see herself making it one.

Not today though. 

Today Ruby was exhausted and she needed a nice long break.

Cinder stretched next to her, rolling her left shoulder as she adjusted her prosthetic.

“How are you feeling, honey?” Ruby asked her wife.

“ Sore ,” was her blunt answer, “and in need of a long soak.”

“Well, good thing we already got the hot water running,” Ruby commented, walking up to her. 

As soon as they got close enough Cinder’s hand reached for Ruby’s almost instinctively. 

“But I meant more about, you know, being here,” she added.

Cinder sighed, “I’m… not sure. I know Mistral is my home, but after all this time… it’s hard not to feel like an outsider.”

“We knew this was gonna be awkward to start with, but we’ll make this work.” Ruby gave her hand a little squeeze and leaned against her shoulder, “now how about you go take that bath, and then tomorrow we can meet the neighbors and see if we can get you reconnecting to your old roots.”

“Yeah… I can do that,” Cinder nodded, letting go of Ruby’s hand and walking up to their new bathroom, before pausing. “You coming?”

Ruby chuckled, “tempting, but I think if we both try to fit inside that bathtub, we’re just gonna come out more sore than when we went in.”

“I guess we already know what we’re renovating,” Cinder joked.

With that she made her way into the bathroom and left Ruby alone in the room.

She had to admit, she was exhausted after a whole day of moving boxes. The thought of doing anything besides taking a quick shower, and falling face first onto her pillow, felt like hell to her now.

So she tried not to curse out loud when she heard a knock at her door.

Come on, Rose, you tracked through half of Anima on foot at age 17. 

What’s just a little chat with the neighbors? 

Though she wasn’t seventeen anymore, and after all she put herself through, she could definitely feel her age catching up to her. 

Damn it, is this how Miss Calavera felt?

Okay, time to stop that train of thought before she went into a midlife crisis.

Ruby made her way to the door, and readied her most polite smile before opening up.

She was greeted by the sight of an older woman - closer to Cinder’s age - with long brown hair tied up in a bun, and beautiful gray eyes. 

Ruby thought she caught a glimpse of a scar around her neck, but averted her eyes so as to not make her uncomfortable.

“Hey there, neighbor,” she greeted, “I saw you were moving in today, so I wanted to bring you something.”

The woman handed Ruby a basket with a little cloth laid over it. 

Ruby took it and removed the cloth, revealing a pile of still steaming gyozas.

“I know the last thing I’d wanna do after a long move is to have to stop and cook for myself, so I thought I’d save you the trouble.”

Gods, Ruby hadn’t even thought about making dinner. 

This woman was a saint.

Actually, that gave Ruby an idea.

“Thank you, that’s very thoughtful of you,” she answered, stepping aside, “please, come in. We were just done setting everything up anyways.”

The woman took her invitation, Ruby leading her to the kitchen  so she could set aside the gyozas as a little surprise for Cinder.

“We?” the woman repeated, “are you moving in with family?”

Ruby smiled at that. 

Yeah, Cinder really was her family now.

“Just me and my wife,” Ruby answered, “she’s Mistrali, but hasn’t actually lived in Anima since she was ten, so we thought it would be nice to bring her back home. Get in touch with her roots and all that.”

“That sounds wonderful. I’d love to show you both the town if you’d like,” the woman beamed with a genuine excitement that reminded Ruby of herself. Then she seemed to catch herself, “oh, where are my manners? I’m Royuka Sakurasou. It's a pleasure to meet you.”

“I’m Ruby Rose. Pleasure to meet you too,” Ruby replied, offering her hand, adding, “looks like we’re both named after flowers.”

Ryouka took her hand and gave it a firm shake, joking, “I think that’s a sign we’re meant to get along.”

The two of them chatted away with surprising ease. 

It was easy to forget Ruby was an introvert sometimes, and that all her relationships - as strong as they were - never came without some initial struggle. 

But Miss Sakurasou seemed like a genuine kindred spirit, someone who understood Ruby on some level.

It seemed like Ruby could check “befriending the neighbors” off of her to-do list.

That is until they heard the bathroom door creek open, and Cinder stepped out looking properly refreshed.

“Hey, honey,” she called, making her way into the kitchen, “I left the bathroom nice and warm for yo–”

Then her eye met Royuka’s, and her jaw dropped .

“I…”

“You…” Royuka muttered, stumbling back and bracing against the kitchen counter.

“I uh… take it you two have met each other before,” Ruby commented, quickly stepping between them.

“You tried to kill me!” Royuka accused, “and you stole my clothes!”

Ruby turned to Cinder with a questioning look, only for her to flinch and force a smile that did nothing to make her look any less guilty.

“If it makes you feel better, I was only trying to knock you out,” was the best Cinder could manage.

Ruby mentally unchecked “befriending the neighbors” from her to-do list. 

This was… gonna be a lot harder than she was expecting.

#rwby #fanfic #fallen petals #ruby rose #cinder fall

[sxs-kav]

The School for Good and Evil: Thoughts

SPOILERS AHEAD, you’ve been warned. This is super long, longer than I meant it to be, and I know it sounds like I'm complaining but I actually enjoyed the ride of these books overall.

Alright, so I finally read through all 6 books in the last few weeks and I have been dying to make a post critiquing these books since I cracked open the first one.

First I want to mention what I think is the strongest aspect of these books: the world building. One of the biggest things I liked about the books was how the Endless Woods really did feel endless. During the school years not quite as much, but the Camelot years kept popping up new and unique kingdoms with really fun ideas of ‘magical technology’. It shows the author’s creativity off in spades. Not to mention the way familiar fairytales and kingdoms like Camelot or Oz are reimagined to fit into this extended fairytale universe, and questioning what happens after ‘The End’ is written.

Another aspect I really enjoyed was the action, and not just the fights. When the characters were actually DOING something, not just ruminating, those were the best scenes. That's where the pacing and story progress felt the best.

I also think the idea of the plot in the first three (breaking the rules of fairytales, what makes someone Good or Evil) was fun to explore. Soman is clearly very imaginative. He had a vision in his head that he wanted to share, I felt that in every book. I just don’t think his writing conveyed it in a satisfying way.

One of the biggest problems I had with his style is that it’s convoluted and sometimes circular. Especially in the first books, it felt like every time he tried to explain what it meant to be Evil, it was different. I don’t know if this was because he wanted to justify Sophie being Evil while also being a protagonist we shouldn’t be afraid to like? But to me, Sophie is not Evil in the understanding of the word I have from other media with a concept of good and evil, or even Soman’s own explanations. She has her moments, yes, but only in the first book and the tail end of the book 3 does she truly feel Evil. Otherwise, she’s more like ‘chaotic good’. (Btw, it would have been interesting if, instead of automatically being dropped in one school or the other, the students had to be tested first to see where they belonged).

But back to the explanations, I feel like every time a character discovered something or had an inner monologue trying to work out a puzzle that I came out more confused. It was only when we had walls of exposition text (ie, The Tale of Callis and Vanessa, Japeth’s secrets, etc) that you finally got a clear picture of what was going on. It shouldn't take the author spoon-feeding information to you to understand the story. The best stories with a mystery element lead you there with clues that maybe the character doesn't quite put together immediately, but you as the reader can catch onto, so it feels satisfying during the big reveal. The twists in this story were so out of left field sometimes they almost didn't make sense with the 'clues' we were given. Or they didn’t mesh with older ideas from the story. I'm no stranger to wild twists, but they have to also be logical. Perhaps the biggest example of this is Rhian and Japeth's parentage, which leads me to another point.

Why couldn't we just leave Rafal in his grave? Like, yeah, he didn't come back to life in the Camelot books, but why did we need him to be the father of the twins? It would have made more sense for it to be The Green Knight, with his plot to take revenge, his connections to Arthur and Merlin, the fact that he saved Evelyn. Everything could have been the same as far as how they tricked Excalibur and the Lady with Chaddick's blood, having the dress leave a message for the boys, the Mistrals getting involved. Just the fact that they insist how Rafal believes in the Storian goes against him being in favor of the boys doing this One True King plot. Plus he rejected Evelyn anyway, so why would he have had sex with her??? Then all of the sudden, with barely a hint at all for 6 books, Chaddick is the true heir of Arthur. Nothing in the first three books led to that possibility. Which leads me to another problem with the series: poor planning.

Obviously Soman didn't probably plan on writing a second trilogy while in the midst of writing the first, but to retcon stuff from the first book trilogy to satisfy the second is poor writing in my opinion. But there's a general sense of inconsistency with a lot of elements in the books. There were blatant contradictions that had me looking back to make sure I read correctly. Plot holes drive me nuts in my own writing, so when I read them I can only keep think about how I want to fix them. Honestly, these books would do well with an entire revision, and if I had the time and dedication I would love to do it. All the puzzle pieces were there for a fantastic plot, but it's like they were forced together with glue rather than the right parts being slotted together. I will say, there was definitely a more obvious grand plan for Camelot Years, but it still felt like a wild goose chase sometimes.

Another huge issue I had with the books as a whole was the relationships. Not the chosen pairings/friendships, but how they were developed. The relationships that were established before the story started were usually better than those that had to grow in the course of the story. I felt this the most with the love triangle of the first trilogy. Sophie and Agatha didn't seem like they truly did care about each other most of the time. We're just supposed to accept that yes, Sophie treats Agatha like crap and thinks she's weird and gross, but she loves her. Agatha hanging onto her like a lost puppy makes sense because she was lonely, but it felt like most of the time we just had to be told Sophie loved her. I didn't feel Sophie truly loving Agatha until much later in the series, mostly in Camleot. Then Agatha and Tedros went instantly from hate to love with hardly any build up. Yes, Tedros could sense her Goodness and kept picking Agatha without realizing, but that to me was more proof Agatha belonged in Good rather than proof of their love. And Agatha hated his guts until she smiled at him that one time, and all of the sudden she changed her mind? It would have been better if she reluctantly found him attractive and as she was helping Sophie, she started to wish it was her (maybe those elements were there, but I feel like they weren't until far too late in the first book). Then there's Hort and Sophie's relationship which had so much potential, but which also had no development on Sophie's side until the last minute. I would have loved to see her more jealous of Nicola. That's the route I thought we were going down at first, but it just fizzled out. I would like to make a separate post on Hophie and how it could have been, so I won't go into extreme details here. But I think a lot of these relationship problems come from characterization inconsistencies.

It seems like the characters are always second guessing their feelings and that's maddening. Even when it seems like something finally clicks, the next chapter has them going backwards. They're always as confused as I feel reading the books. Maybe that's the point, because they're young and finding themselves, but it's overkill. Agatha is one of the worst with this, because even when she finally is okay with being queen, she's not okay with it. Even when she trusts Tedros, she doesn't. Even when she believes in him, she doesn't. It's so tiring. And every time there's a doubt we get a page or two of text on why. I just want her to come to a realization and have it STICK. But I think this is part of a larger issue that Soman has as a writer. He needs to show, not tell, the most basic rule of writing. He's in the characters' heads too much, rather than letting their actions speak for them. And yes, you have to have inner monologue from your main characters, but it's just too much. It slows the story down.

Also, one very specific grievance is Rhian's character. He was Good all along but it was only obvious in the last chapter (no pun intended) of his life. It would have been nice if his plan to wipe out Evil had been brought up earlier, to add some moral grayness to his character while he still had time to live and we the audience had time to wonder if maybe he is a better king. Instead it was like, 'oh, maybe he's not so Evil after all. Guess he has to die'. It was kind of pointless. Also, how was he even Good when Evelyn and Rafal are his parents...

Honestly, I think the film is going to fix a lot of these issues. We can see rather than be told about relationships, doubts, etc. Any necessary exposition can be trimmed back instead of having to slog through. I think Soman was meant to be a screenwriter rather than a regular author, because it’s so obvious he has an entire storyboard in his head and the world is so grand, but it would be so much easier to understand the characters by watching them come to life rather than being in their heads.

Overall, I don’t think it’s a bad series. I like the concept, which is why it frustrates when the writing style struggles to capture the story the way it deserves. It's not even to say Soman is a bad author, but he could be better. There was definite improvement over time but he hasn't quite reached his potential yet either. If he writes more to the series or a totally different series, I hope to see him get even better.

#sge #school for good and evil #agatha #tedros #sophie #soman chainani #tagatha #hophie #spoilers #sge spoilers

[dragynkeep]

Gonna oust myself here: I was part of the Fixing RWBY art team, the Sketchy Huntsmen, for Volume 5 and will be sticking around through the Atlas arc. Let me triple down and confirm that so much thought and care went in to redesigning Mistral, Anima and its cultural elements, including the Branwen tribe. Celtic/Raymond, the lead writer and director, sat in calls with many of us for hours brainstorming ideas, getting second opinions, revisiting every detail anyone brought to his attention. This is the norm throughout the design and writing process: it's constantly open to the team's ideas and feedback. Folks are more than welcome to dislike our direction, the narrative and character choices made, but I'll be damned if we're accused of appropriation and insensitivity when we've done all the work we could at every turn to ensure we're respectful and conscientious in what we add to Remnant.

i will always find it massively hilarious & hypocritical that "fans" like lilith will attack fan made projects like this which have far more cultural sensitivity in them while defending the creatives behind the show which is chock full of white comfort, racism, appropriation & the like.

no one outside of her reactionary ass has tried to accuse youse of appropriating romani culture & it's for good reason, because anyone who's only cultural mold of romani people being esmeralda knows that she isn't meant to represent us.

i haven't looked into much of fixing rwby but i can see that there is a lot of care & people being culturally & socially conscious in it. which is a good thing ❤

#edelblume #rwby #rwde #fixing rwby #lilith fairen #lilithfairen #team hlrt #ais.txt #answered