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vecnawrites · 1 year

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Another meeting of FABJA, and this time it's Weiss's turn to speak...

“Hello, everyone, welcome to the monthly meeting of FABJA.” Pyrrha said softly, looking around at today’s gathered members. She was the only one form her team tonight to be here, Nora having been delegated to “Joan’s Teddy Bear” for the night (a small fire of jealousy was burning in her belly at that knowledge) and Lian was...recovering from Nora ‘preparing’ to be in Joan’s arms all night.

Velvet was here, her ears twitching as she curled into a half ball, and glanced around, while Coco gently stroked her back. Part of Pyrrha knew what was wrong with the sweet girl, but she knew that unless they had time after the conversation, Velvet wouldn’t be able to speak tonight. She was the main member of the last meeting they had, after all.

Sitting next to them as May Zedong, the incredibly shy girl wearing her hoodie even though it was the middle of the night and the rest of them were all dressed in their pajamas. She didn’t quite understand why, since all of them knew what she was ‘hiding’ underneath. But she understood figurative, and literal, armor.

Next to them were Cinder, Emerald, and Neo, the trio showing solidarity here, despite their apparent rivalry outside of the room. She was glad for that, though she was glad that she, Nora, and Lian were all friends as well.

Next to her was Ciel Soliel, who was sitting rigidly next to Neon Katt, who was quietly talking to her. At first glance, it seemed that the pigtailed cat faunus was being ignored, but she could see Ciel’s eyes flickering over to her and her head bobbing in small nods every now and then.

However, what caught her attention the most was the fact that Ruby, Blake, and Yang were all hovering around an utterly humiliated looking Weiss, the white haired girl curled up into a ball on her seat and hugging her own legs, although this gave Pyrrha a perfect view up underneath the girls nightgown, seeing her massive balls bulging through her pristine white panties.

But then, she knew why they were all here. Easter had just happened, and well…

...all of them had been affected. Some, just by peripheral (like most of the room) had been hit by what had happened, but Weiss and Velvet had gotten hit the hardest, Weiss the most, which was why she was the one who was going to be speaking tonight.

“Weiss is the one who needs to speak tonight. You likely all know why this meeting has been called, since all of us were effected, but Weiss apparently was severely effected.” Pyrrha said. “Weiss, are you ready to speak?”

Between her teammates, the white haired girl shuddered, slowly raising her head to reveal cheeks that rivaled Ruby’s namesake, her eyes glassy. But she nodded resolutely.

“I...it happened before the incident…” she began, settling into place as she looked around the group.

Weiss shuffled uncomfortably as she stood outside of Team JNPR’s dorm room, having been sent a message by Joan, asking her to come over to help critique an outfit that she was going to wear for Easter.

When she had mentioned that Coco might have been a better choice for that (internally screaming at herself for basically waving the girl she wanted to try and become better friends with away), but thankfully, Joan had almost immediately responded back that she wanted her opinion, not anyone elses.

...after hearing that, there was no way that Weiss could say no, was there?

So here she was, shifting from one foot to the next, standing outside of Team JNPR’s dorm room as she tried to gather the courage necessary to raise her hand and actually knock. Her instincts were telling her that if she did and entered, something was going to happen.

...granted, she supposed on some level that it was less instinct and more common sense at this point since things often happened around Joan. If she had actually thought the blonde capable of it, she would have assumed every single incident that she had been a part of was on purpose!

...but that wasn’t true. There was just some deity that enjoyed the great cosmic joke that was leaving a single, indescribably beautiful and kind girl (who Weiss honestly suspected to be one of the incredibly rare, once in a generation Pure Girls) in a school full of horny hunters-in-training, and watching the ensuing chaos of them losing control over their own bodies.

Her scroll buzzed in her pocket, making her look down at it to see a new message from Joan. Are you coming?

Weiss swallowed hard, before steeling herself and typing back. Right outside of your dorm, Joan. Her heart leapt into her chest as she realized what she had just sent, but forced herself to calm down.

Though her nerves spiked when she got an almost immediate response. Come on in! I’m in the bathroom putting the finishing touches on the outfit now~!

Well now...that was ominous, Weiss thought, her cock twitching and her balls, which had admittedly been...neglected...the past few days, churning heavily at the thought of what might be behind the door.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door to the dorm room, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. The sound of the door seemed to ring like a prison cell to her, a tone of finality that meant that she was going to be in deep trouble…

But that was silly, wasn’t it?

“Joan? I’m here!” she called out, glancing around, seeing no one in the room. She was thankful for that, since there was no way she wanted to try and explain why she was here to Pyrrha, Nora, or Lian.

“Okay! Will be right out!” Weiss turned to the closed door where Joan’s voice had bled through, and swallowed hard as her nerves suddenly flared up, but she had to stay strong! This wasn’t going to turn out badly! She was going to have a nice, calm conversation with Joan and then head back to her dorm!

“Okay, I’m coming out!” Weiss’s eyes flickered over to the door leading to the bathroom, her nerves spiking more as she saw the doorknob turn, wondering what she was about to see come out at her. She took a deep breath-

Only for it to freeze in her chest as the door opened and sin personified stepped out. Absolute, sluttily dressed sin.

Well, ‘slutty’ was an incredibly crude term to call Joan. The bubbly blonde was anything but a slut (a derisive part of her mind whispered that the term aptly fit Yang and Blake with how they acted at times), but no other word could accurately describe what she was seeing.

Joan Arc came out dressed in a bunny suit. And not a normal bunny suit, like “Easter Bunny” suit, but the fetishistic type. One that was a leotard, with fishnet leggings and high heels...and a bunny ear headband to top it off.

Her heartbeat, having stalled for a long few seconds, suddenly kicked back into high gear, slamming against her ribcage like a hummingbird as her blood boiled and libido surged into her lower regions, her panties bulging out due to her cock reaching full mast in seconds, and her balls gurgling as the cum within churned around.

It was worse when Joan posed, like a model on a runway, arching in such a way that her bust and rear were on more display, showcasing just how tight the material was clinging to her body. “Well? What do you think, Weiss?”

Weiss’s brain broke, the internal gears that made her able to even comprehend what she was seeing stalling due to something lodging between the cogs.

Joan bounced in place, her tits and ass jiggling, and something inside her brain died. ‘Nope!’ she thought, her brain and libido thinking in unison, ‘Nope, nope, nope! Can NOT handle!’ wide eyed, she took several steps back, her hand reaching blindly for the doorknob in order to get out of the room before her cock erupted, emptying her balls onto the floor before the beautiful blonde, or worse, over her.

Her mouth moved, but most mortifying, only incoherent noises spilled from her lips as her fried brain tried to take the vision her eyes were giving her and put it to words.

For some reason, Joan pouted (critical damage!) and darted around her (so much jiggling and bouncing…!) and stood before the door, blocking her way out. Unfortunately, as her body was still moving at the time, she hit Joan’s more bouncy bits and fell onto her back, her skirt fluttering dangerously as she forced herself to look away, otherwise...she dare not think about what would happen.

However, she was not prepared for the girl to sit on her stomach, putting her hands on her shoulders. “Weiss, please look at me! I really want your opinion about this!”

Weiss dared open her eyes, and her doom was dealt. The combination of enormous cleavage, captivating blue eyes, pouty lips, and the sweet scent…

Her balls kicked into overdrive, her cock springing out of her panties and her skirt flipping as she began to paint the wall and door behind them with her cum. Violently.

Managing to untangle her tongue through her panic, she fought for words so Joan didn’t see what was happening behind her.

“I...it...it looks wonderful, Joan…” she grunted, somehow managing to maintain a level tone of voice. “It frames you well, and the color a-accentuates your skin tone and hair perfectly.” she wasn’t lying, either, the shade of blue she was wearing complemented her perfectly. “It will be perfect for wh-whatever you plan on wearing it for.” needless to say, her fantasies involved Joan wearing it for her, but that was beside the point.

She watched as Joan literally glowed and released a ‘squee’ of enthusiasm, before to her horror, starting to bounce on her, the soft ass hitting her belly repeatedly and those massive breasts bouncing and wobbling and shaking-

More cum surged from her balls as she passed out from the stimulation overload.

“I...I woke up in the infirmary...thankfully, Joan didn’t notice somehow that I soaked her dorm room door in several liters of cum…” Weiss buried her face into her hands, though she was still so red that steam practically poured off of her.

Pyrrha coughed into her hand. “Yes, well, Joan was more worried about you and why you passed out. Fortunately we were the next ones there and managed to get the room cleaned.” left unsaid was the utter miracle that was somehow Joan not being seen in the bunny suit carrying Weiss to the infirmary.

“What worse is, even though I was already exposed to it, I still had the same issue on Easter!” Cinder snorted at Weiss’s words.

“Please, you know the girl has a way of getting all of us to blow...thankfully, she’s not doing it on purpose...can you imagine if she was like Shirona Star?” the golden eyed brunette asked rhetorically.

There was silence, before whimpers filled the air as bottoms swelled, cocks and balls surging with arousal as they thought of their innocent Joan being an almost sadistic temptress like the only other Pure Girl alive.

Moans, splats, and musk filled the air as every single one of them came.

“M-muh-Meeting a-ad-adjourned!” Pyrrha groaned out, cupping herself as she spilled rope after rope of cum onto the floor. Though, considering where they were at the moment, at least they were among friends?

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princess-of-the-corner · 5 months

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I mean, Neo, the one time she was seen with Cinder's team, wore a different outfit than the one she's known for, used her Semblance to turn her hair black and style it into pigtails, turned both her eyes green to disguise the fact that one eye was pink and the other was brown, basically the only REMOTELY recognizable trait of hers would be the Umbrella, and even then, I don't know how many people would connect that to Neo.

Add in the fact that I don't think that man people know what Neo's Semblance is (she mostly uses it for sleight of hand, and a lot of people thought it was TELEPORTATION before it was revealed she could use it to alter her appearance, and it took until the prequel novel came out for ANYONE to figure out that her Semblance was basically temporary low-level reality warping), and she has by far one of the best disguises in the franchise.

Just about the one weakness is that she can't make sound with her "Overactive Imagination" (the name of her Semblance), but she even managed to overcome THAT weakness in Volume 9 when her constructs gained the power of speech (but only the voices of whoever or whatever said constructs are imitating).

So yeah, she actually had a REALLY good disguise for Volume 3. A better disguise than the one Cinder wore in Dance Dance Infiltration one Volume earlier!

Fascinating!

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culinaryaspiration · 6 months

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my latest obsession has been country living in riverblossom hills, especially for my sims in the culinary career track.

here are some of my favorite pics so far.

(image descriptions under the cut)

Courtley Manor Country Radio

[id: a series of eight photos from the sims 2 taken with the in-game camera. the first one features a male rancher with long black hair in a ponytail, wearing a black cowboy hat, bluejeans, and a black leather vest over a white t-shirt, cooking burgers on an outdoor grill, with a black stallion prancing in a corral in the background near a pig and three chickens in a field. the second is of an auburn haired young woman in an apron making lunchmeat sandwiches in a country style kitchen. third is of another auburn haired young woman in pigtail braids and red plaid pajamas cooking pancakes on a cowpoke stove in a country style kitchen with terracotta floor tiles and wallpaper with a floral print. fourth is of a trailer with a flat metal roof and duraluminum siding surrounded by evergreen trees, a trail of smoke rising up from its tall thin cylindrical metal chimney, and a distant barn in the background. fifth and sixth are of the woman with the braids now fully dressed with a grey cowboy hat on and a green flannel shirt with blue denim overalls, first picking oranges in her orchard and then adding them to her juicer bowl in the kitchen in preparation to make juice. in the seventh she's talking with some folks on the porch of an old west saloon with clapboard siding, and in the eight and final pic she's seated inside on a contempto adirondack loveseat sipping coffee (not espresso) next to a tire stack end table and a lit shoddy barrel stove made from a rusty old oil drum mounted on cinder blocks. /end id]

#the sims 2 #sims 2 pictures #country living #country life #country aesthetic #riverblossom hills #mine

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onewomancitadel · 2 years

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Hey it's me again, sorry for the late response, life and depression happened and prevented me from being in the right state of mind for it. Anyway, to the important things. I've actually read all your knightfall fics, not just skimming eye. Wet fire and wingspan of a dream are both really fun too imo, but I've enjoyed the others as well. There is something I, embarrassingly, just recently noticed that I'm pretty sure you know already, but I haven't seen a post about it (sorry if there is one and I'm just blind), but I really want to share it anyway just to be sure.

It's the same, well similar, hairstyle, but mirrored. Two halves to make a whole, two kids wanting to be the stronger, but go about said problem in pretty much opposite ways. Two people who end up broken in a way that only the other can fix.

Maybe I'm just reading into this and making a fool of myself (I probably am), but I just wanted to share it in case you haven't noticed them having the same hairstyle but mirrored, because I know for a fact it took me forever to see that.

I hope that wasn't annoyingly long or annoyingly wrong in your eyes and I hope you have a nice day

No worries about a late response, it's lovely to hear from you again.

I imagine that you probably missed the pigtails post because I think there are two on my blog but they're from a while ago (first post). I also didn't spell Sapphron's name correctly because I thought they could be normal for two seconds and spell it Saffron but they went hard on the Sappho connection.

Neither posts are tagged Knightfall, either, because back then I was embarrassed about putting all of my nonsense in the tag, so I would expect nobody to remember it.

Obviously not that useful in retrospect.

It feels like a really weird decision to mirror their two childhood hairstyles like that, particularly when both are bullied and finally Jaune's bullying arc makes sense.

What I think is very structurally weird is that V6 does the pigtail thing, introduces Sapphron (Sappho, making Jaune Sappho's brother), introduces Ozlem (with the scene of Ozlem mirroring Jaune/Cinder's confrontation at the end of V5, with additional scenes of Cinder's fall through the water mirroring Salem's... and on and on), and then gives Cinder the top-half silhouette of Salem's first outfit in The Lost Fable, and then V7 gives Jaune the top-half silhouette of Ozma's outfit in The Lost Fable, and then V8 gives flashback!tinybaby!Cinder pigtails like Jaune.

Pray tell, what the fuck is up with that.

I mean, I think maybe they had some inclination of it early on, because there's a lot that adds up even about the first couple of volumes beyond Knightfall (that is, speaking Jungian storytelling), but if I had to tell you when I think they began to make the foreshadowing more overt to people like me it was definitely V5 and beyond (add in those Ruby/Oscar and Jaune/Cinder parallels lol).

But yes, the pigtails are a sweet, mirrored nod, and oddly seem rather intentional. It's no secret that Cinder's post-V3 hairstyle is a mirror of Ruby's - which makes sense as her Shadow (though I think she will begin to differentiate herself more once integrated) - so I think the mirroring of Jaune in childish youth (and idealism?) is there as a linkage to anima/animus. Or, again, just a linkage of ideals and maybe someone redeeming them.

Or just a neat visual connection.

Although if you follow my thinking in that linked Ugly Duckling post, well, the two of them looking like each other when they're ducklings and finding each other as swans makes an odd amount of sense.

[D]espite some popular interpretations, it’s not that the ugly duckling becomes beautiful, it’s that the ugly duckling was really a swan. [...]

Funnily enough in Jaune’s case, like in the original fairytale by Andersen, the ugly duckling throws itself at the beautiful swans, for it considered it better to die by their hand than continue suffering...

Only to realise that the ugly duckling was actually a cygnet/a swan.

I don't think this post is all that well written in retrospect because it's clouded in doubt and embarrassment but basically I think Jaune throwing himself at Cinder in V5 to die does weirdly fit that and also links them as both being swans (needing to realise who they truly are together), which is even weirder once you introduce the crane imagery, so I don't know what's going on.

Anyway, they're cute little ugly ducklings who grow up into beautiful swans together, there you go.

I've actually read all your knightfall fics, not just skimming eye. Wet fire and wingspan of a dream are both really fun too imo, but I've enjoyed the others as well.

That's very sweet of you, thank you! Wingspan of a Dream and Wet Fire are two I really like but figured no one would lol. <3 <3 That's delightful.

Not a fool at all and you're not reading into it, imo, I think the visual parallels are really deliberate in the show (except in times where for instance Raven and Neo share the same necklace accessory - so extentuating circumstances), the problem with this kind of thing is just establishing what it's supposed to be saying. What I find frustrating about the angle that one is reading into things is that I think that's generally a bit of a thought-terminating criticism, because most things are intentional, and if they're not intentional there can be subconscious influence you can explore, and if they're stupid, they still probably have logic to them (just maybe not the one that would be ideal).

So I think this is evidence that they're thinking about Jaune/Cinder linked narratively, it's just a question of whether that means romance, and what that linkage really should mean (since it's a deliberate childhood parallel). If anything the way they both respond to bullying is enough of a parallel to support this. You can see Jaune gets help and Cinder doesn't, that's the difference between the two of them.

The fact that we get visual parallels in non-romantic contexts - that foiling, paralleling, etc. doesn't necessarily equal romance is a hard pill to swallow for fandom that's been taught foiling = romance - means that parsing this sort of thing can be a little more difficult. I think it's part of the mounting evidence that Jaune and Cinder answer questions in each other's character arcs and I think the organic conclusion to that is romance.

I really don't think there's a way you can write a storyline with someone compromising the side of Good and everything everybody else is telling them to do to reach out to the second-most evil woman in the story without that coming with romantic undertones - for adult characters. If Cinder were a child, it would be different (the same way it's all parental figures that let her down in her childhood, like Rhodes - the people who said Rhodes is Prince Charming need to stop, what the actual fuck). I also know there are people who would say it could just be platonic and I doubt that Jaune is going to help Cinder with romantic intentions, it's just going to be a natural consequence of it, but I really feel that 'epic romance' works here more than anything. Jaune-Cinder's relationship should be like nothing else.

That was a lot of writing to justify pigtail mirroring.

Thanks for your ask, and I hope you have a lovely day (or rest of your evening). It was fun of you to bring this topic up again, because the esoterica really does build up, doesn't it? And well done for noticing it! I think it's more effective visually if more people actually notice it. <3

#seraphina's asks #user: andromedasysstuff #knightfall

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echoeternally · 2 years

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Belated Bday Gift

A day late, but I have a new gift for my friend, Ally!

It’s a Pokémon trainer fanfic that was requested, and I tried my best writing it up. Basically, it’s about two friends as they battle while trying to help each other and Pokémon. Not sure about a title, but maybe...something like “Memories Never Fade,” I suppose? Eh, I could workshop that, but, not important.

Feel free to read, and enjoy too!

A howling wind rushed through the night sky over the Pokémon Village. Several Noctowl flew aside as a shadowy, armored raven soared past them, carrying passengers down to the ground. Two Poliwag and a Jigglypuff hurried away as the large and mighty bird descended upon them. The raven’s red eyes surveyed the land, and a shadowy aura crackled around the bird Pokémon’s body.

Exiting from the taxi that the Corviknight carried, a young woman in a burnt orange and purple outfit wandered out to the field. She scanned the area, clutching the purple bows on her orange shirt, and lowering her pointy sunglasses, revealing her bright green eyes.

“Find the most powerful Pokémon from this area that you can, and make sure to contact us for your next assignment,” instructed an unknown voice from within the taxi. “This will be your trial to determine your place on Team Cinder. Don’t mess up.”

The woman nodded as the door closed behind her, and the Corviknight Taxi soared back into the sky. Her brown pigtails blew from the departing party’s ascent, and she sighed, studying around at the wilderness behind her.

“…Shauna…?”

Spiraling around and whipping out a Poké Ball from her bag, Shauna gritted her teeth as another young woman emerged from behind the bushes, with two Foongus hopping out of her way. Brushing back the honey hair from beneath her red hat, the woman with gray eyes gazed ahead, blinking at the sight before her. Shaking her head, the woman faltered in her approach, as Shauna’s shoulders sank.

“Hey, Serena.” Shauna tightened the grip on the ball, bitterly smiling to the newcomer. “It’s been a little while, huh?”

“…No, you…you can’t be the threat Wulfric warned me about.” Serena trembled slightly, struggling to take in the sight before her. “The threat to this village that he protects, that’s not…”

“So, someone heard about our plans.” Shauna sighed. “Makes sense that they’d call the League Champion out for help against us.”

“Shauna, what are you even saying?” Serena squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. “It’s me! You’re my…” Her shoulders dropped. “Why are you working with…what is it, a new Team Flare? You? Of all people?”

“Team Cinder is the name, and they’re…a hybrid team,” explained Shauna. “But, I haven’t the time for that.” She raised her Poké Ball. “If you’re going to do what it takes to stop me, then let’s go.”

“No, I…Shauna…”

“Not all of us can be great, Serena. I never could keep up with you and Calem.” She lowered her head and gazed down at the ground. “This is…this is who I am now.”

“Don’t lie to me, Shauna!” Serena gripped at her chest. “Please!”

“You can’t stop me, Serena.” Shauna lifted her Poké Ball. “You know how it goes. Battle me.”

Serena’s arms dropped as she lowered her head, hands still shaking. Hesitating, she searched the ground before her, trying to piece everything back together, as if she might find the answers in the gently swaying grass below her.

…

Years ago, overlooking the balcony edge of the Parfum Palace, two young girls stood together. They gazed down at the gardens below, watching a few individuals stroll about between the hedge mazes. The taller girl brushed back her honey hair, while the brunette twirled at her pigtails. The starry night sky shimmered from the stars along it.

Hesitantly, Shauna turned to face Serena. She waited a moment and opened her mouth, but closed it and looked back out to the sky and the gardens. Briefly, Serena glanced at her, but nothing came from her, and she too returned her attention outward.

“Um…you know…” Shauna paused as she blushed and lightly bit her lower lip. “I really hope we get to be great friends, Serena…” She waited for a moment as Serena turned to look at her, but didn’t interrupt. Though Shauna couldn’t face Serena, she smiled and lifted her fist to her chest. “We haven’t even seen them yet, but I know that I’ll never forget these fireworks!” Finally, she turned to face Serena, gazing into her gray eyes. “‘Cause I watched them with you, Serena.”

Opening her mouth, Serena tried to speak her mind as well, but a whistling interrupted her. Both girls turned as the fireworks erupted into the sky, lighting it up in beautiful new shapes and colors.

In awe, the two girls watched as the brilliant show of fireworks continued, filling the air with more designs, and waited until the last went off and dissipated. Shauna beamed and clasped her hands together, twirling around and smiling brightly to Serena.

“...Wow! That. Was. AMAZING!” Shauna leapt up and punched the air, dropping back down and giggling. “I never ever want to forget this, so I’ll keep this memory in an album in my heart!”

Touching at her chest and grinning still, Shauna cupped her hands together and giggled as she blushed with joy. Serena smiled softly, quietly agreeing to the same notion, and glanced out at the Parfum Palace’s gardens once more.

…

Words from her friend years ago echoed in Serena’s mind, as the memories flickered on and off in her head with Shauna’s words.

“I’m sorry…I know…I’ll just slow you down. But…But friends should stick together!”

“I’m so glad I went on a journey. I made some great friends.”

“They’ll be like friendship bracelets, but Pokémon!”

“Know what? I’m going to a faraway region next time! I’ll make lots of great memories while I’m there!”

“Hey Serena, it’s been a few years. How have your journeys been? Hope you’re ok…”

“Did Calem call you? He’s really into battling and making a name for himself too!”

“Sorry, I’m sure you’re busy. I went to this region called Orre…? It’s an odd place.”

“Serena, have you spoken to Trevor or Tierno? …It’s been a while for me too…”

“Yeah, I’m…I’m ok. Look, I’m busy for now, but…let’s meet up again! Some day…”

“Not today. There’s something important that I need to do.”

“Hope your team is doing well!”

“Remember the fireworks? That was seven years ago today! Time flies, huh?”

“You’ll always be my friend, Serena.”

Tightening her fingers over the Poké Ball she withdrew from her bag, and ignoring the tears burning in her eyes, Serena glared across at Shauna.

Briefly meeting her gaze, Shauna plucked out a second Poké Ball and lowered her eyes. Bringing her arms, back, she tossed her balls forward, and Serena did the same.

“I choose you, Delcatty! And Doublade, let’s go, you too!”

“Go on, Meowstic and Absol! I know you can do it!”

Each of the four Pokémon burst forth from their trainer’s Poké Balls. The white Meowstic and Absol touched down before Serena, glancing briefly back at her. They smiled to her and nodded, doing the same to each other, before facing their opponents across from them.

Doublade came from the Poké Ball and swept down over the land, with a shadowy aura enveloping them. The blade bodies scraped against one another as they glared at their enemies.

Delcatty, meanwhile, hopped out and stretched with a yawn. She spun around and hurried to Shauna, lightly headbutting her and meowing out, purring as she gently rubbed her trainer.

“No, come on, Delcatty, please.” Shauna patted the peach and purple cat, pointing at the others before them. “We have to battle. It’s against Serena, so it’s serious.”

Smiling for a moment to Shauna, and then to Serena, Delcatty mewed a bit. She lowered her eyes and smirked, darting out and facing her rivals.

“Meowstic, Psychic on Delcatty! Absol, Night Slash on Doublade!”

“Delcatty, Play Rough on Absol! Doublade, uh…Shadow Blast? On Meowstic!”

Meowstic raced out first, with a fuschia burst of psychic energy emitting from her body and blasting at Delcatty.

The opposing feline took a heavy hit, but forced herself into a rebound. A pink energy formed around her, and she dove at Absol, attacking him in a flurry of attacks.

Sliding out from the attacks, Absol skidded back. Growling, he ducked down and raced across the grassy field, with a dark aura glowing around his horn. Diving at the blade ghosts, Absol slashed at them.

Faltering down, Doublade forced themselves up. The shadowy aura flared up around them, and they formed a wicked blade of air. Swinging at the air, the blade swept out and slashed at Meowstic.

Shadowy energy crashed at the ground near Serena, as she yelped and fumbled back, gawking at the torn grass and ground nearby.

“Whoa, that wasn’t…!” Shauna covered her mouth, but shook her head and forced herself to calm down. She winced as Serena glared at her.

“Same attacks, both of you,” instructed Serena. “Let’s finish them!”

“Oh, Delcatty, you have to stop Absol! Play Rough again!” Shauna hesitated and turned to the Shadow Doublade. “Um…”

Moving first again, Meowstic blasted at Delcatty, who fell to the attack. Unable to continue, Delcatty whined out, but collapsed.

Absol sprinted across as the shadowy aura crackled from Doublade. They swung at the Disaster Pokémon, but the burst of energy couldn’t connect as Absol darted past them, and then doubled back with his attack.

Dropping to the ground, a dark wave pulsed from Doublade, but they could no longer rise to battle. Even still, the earth beneath them caved down, cracking at the ground below.

Lifting her Poké Balls, Shauna recalled her Pokémon, while Serena took the opportunity to do the same with her pair. Both women lifted out two more Poké Balls, and lobbed them forward.

“Go on, Chesnaught and Greninja! I know you can do it!”

“Goodra, I need you! And Trevenant, you too!”

Appearing before Serena, both Chesnaught and Greninja touched down to the ground. Repeating their allies before them, they nodded first to Serena before turning to each other. They grinned brightly as they looked at one another, and then confidently faced those across from them.

Slamming onto the ground before himself, the Trevenant glared ahead. Like Doublade, he had a shadowy aura cloaked around him, which crackled with malevolent energy. The ghastly tree seemed to wince from the energy, but growled as he faced the other Pokémon.

Goodra had also popped out and slammed down to the ground. However, he turned back and hurried over to gleefully hug Shauna.

“Stop, stop, Goodra, please!” Shauna stifled laughter as she broke free from her gooey dragon companion. “We’re battling Serena, come on.” She drooped down as Goodra turned and waved to Serena, Greninja, and Chesnaught, as the opposing trio exchanged confused glances with one another. “Goodra, please, be serious!”

“That’s the second Ghost type that Shauna sent out, but he’s not acting like a normal Trevenant would,” quietly noted Serena, as her Pokémon listened in. “Neither did Doublade. I don’t understand…” Her team shrugged to her, and Serena shook her head. “We’ll have to ask questions after we finish this. I’m counting on you guys!”

They nodded to Serena again before facing their opponents. Goodra waddled beside Trevenant and waved, but the elder tree snarled at the dragon, who whimpered and stepped away from his ally.

“Greninja, Ice Beam, on Goodra! Chesnaught, follow up on that with Body Slam!”

“Goodra, Dragon Pulse on Greninja! Trevenant, um…Shadow Wave…?”

A beam of ice fired out from Greninja’s mouth, directly hitting Goodra and forcing him back. He faltered from the blast, but unleashed an indigo shock wave from his gaping mouth.

Greninja took the blast directly, sliding back on the ground. He was caught by Chesnaught, who helped steady his partner again. Making sure the ninja was ok first, Chesnaught rushed forward and slammed into Goodra with his armored body, knocking the dragon down.

Shadowy aura waves erupted from Trevenant, as the elder tree set them loose. They pulsed and burst into Chesnaught first, and then continued along to attack Greninja as well. Chunks of the ground flew up as the waves surged, blasting at Serena as well.

“No!” Shauna covered her mouth as her eyes widened. She trembled as Serena dropped back.

Pushing themselves up, Greninja and Chesnaught hurried over to Serena, who picked herself up as well. She waved the duo off and forced up a smile to them, but then frowned at Shauna.

Shuddering, the Trevenant reached at his body, clutching at himself with his branches. He winced and shivered, but growled as Shauna and Goodra tried approaching.

“What do I need to do for you guys…?” Shauna bit her finger as she worriedly watched the elder tree monster.

“Greninja, Ice Beam, this time on Trevenant,” directed Serena. “Chesnaught, finish Goodra with Brick Break.”

“Goodra, use Body Slam on…Chesnaught,” determined Shauna. “Trevenant, you…I…”

Another beam of ice rocketed out and blasted Trevenant back. Shauna clasped her hand over her mouth, unsure of how to help her Pokémon.

Goodra slammed his body into Chesnaught, who skidded back a bit. He smirked and swiftly chopped down at the dragon, knocking him out.

Exuding a shadowy aura, Trevenant forced a tackle at Greninja. The ninja frog braced himself, but Chesnaught hurried into his path, taking the attack for him.

Crashing back down, Chesnaught fumbled around on his shell, as Greninja ran to his side. He helped up his spiny armor partner, and they smiled at each other as they touched their hands together.

“Trevenant, you can’t just do that, and I need you to be careful,” pleaded Shauna as she recalled her fainted Goodra.

The tree monster shuddered as he turned to her, and for a moment, seemed to look remorseful. A dark bolt crackled around him, and he groaned into a growl, stomping at Shauna and forcing her back.

“Time to end this,” decided Serena. “Greninja, one more Ice Beam. Chesnaught, if you need to, Wood Hammer.”

Another beam of icy cold energy blasted Trevenant back, freezing him briefly. Greninja and Chesnaught watched as the tree toppled over, with the ice around him shattering as he collapsed to the ground.

Recalling him as well, Shauna sighed and shook her head. She studied the Poké Ball containing her monster, but merely returned it into her bag.

“Can you at least explain to me what’s going on, Shauna?” Serena folded her arms as her Pokémon ambled to her side. “Why do you have Ghost types that behave so wickedly?”

“It’s…complicated.”

“How?”

“Please, I just need to do this,” insisted Shauna as she pulled out her next Poké Balls. “It’s important, and they’re counting on me.”

“Who?”

“My Pokémon.”

Lifting an eyebrow, Serena recalled Chesnaught and Greninja, storing them away, as Shauna released her next pair. Taking out balls and tossing them forth, Serena followed suit.

“I need you, Sylveon! And Pangoro, you too!”

“Go on, Delphox and Altaria! I know you can do it!”

Delphox burst from Serena’s side and twirled his stick staff as she stepped onto the field, while Altaria soared overhead as she sang out.

Sylveon bounced out and chased her ribbons around, rushing back to Shauna and nuzzling her. Pangoro smashed at the ground before erupting into a deep roar, with a dark shadowy aura cloaking around him as the others had.

“Wait, that’s…not a Ghost type trait…?” Serena shook her head. “That’s the same aura, but Pangoro is a Dark type, so it can’t be that…” She directed her attention to Shauna. “What is that stuff, Shauna? It’s not good for your Pokémon!”

“I know, but I haven’t been able to figure out how to control it,” called Shauna. “Battling is my best option.”

“What?”

“Just battle me, Serena!”

“No, this doesn’t make any sense–”

Before Shauna could reply, the aura crackled around Pangoro as he roared and charged at Serena and her team. Tightening her fists and standing her ground, Serena called to her team.

“Delphox, Fire Blast! Altaria, Dazzling Gleam! Both on Pangoro!”

“Sylveon, Dazzling Gleam too!” Serena’s eyes narrowed as Shauna’s shoulders slumped. “On Pangoro.”

“Huh?”

A burst of fire erupted from Delphox’s wand as he blasted at the charging Pangoro. He stumbled back as two powerful flashes were emitted at the daunting panda. The magical shines mixed together and erupted on Pangoro, causing him to groan and collapse.

Recalling her shadowy Pokémon, Shauna sank to her knees and lowered her head. Sylveon hurried over to her trainer and nuzzled her once more, as Shauna lightly patted her partner.

“Shauna, why?” Serena walked across the village’s field, with Delphox in tow, while Altaria flew above them. “You just told me you needed to battle with them. What’s going on?”

“So…I’m trying to figure that out myself, honestly,” admitted Shauna, cradling her Sylveon. “Remember how I went to travel to other regions? Orre was the last one that I visited.”

“Right, you told me about that.” Serena folded her arms. “I thought you were doing ok. What happened? And why are you wearing a rejected uniform from Team Flare? Why are we fighting?” Tears lined Serena’s eyes. “We’re friends, Shauna. I don’t want to do this.”

“Yeah, I know, and…I don’t want to either.” Shauna sighed. “This uniform is from Team Cinder, which is a desperate hybrid team from the remains of Team Cipher in Orre and Team Flare from home, Kalos.” Shauna sank back and gazed up at the starry sky. “I don’t know their full goals, but they’re traveling to multiple regions, trying to gather the most powerful Pokémon and put them under their dark control. It…doesn’t make complete sense to me.”

“Then why did you join up with them?”

“To learn more so I could stop them,” revealed Shauna. “I wanted to complete missions so that I could infiltrate the team, and then I could stop them from within.” She sighed and pulled her knees to her, while Sylveon rubbed at her. “But I don’t know how to really control these Shadow Pokémon that they make us use, and I can’t help them. All I know is that they’re more powerful than those they used to use in Orre, with their auras bursting forth for everyone to see now. But, they’re much harder to control, if you’re not tough enough.”

“So…by that logic–”

“I figured battling with them would help,” continued Shauna. She bitterly smirked and shook her head. “But I wasn’t planning on hurting the wild Pokémon here, or battling you in particular. Once you appeared, though, I had to use you to help them. Or…I thought I was doing that…”

“But why did you try to do this all alone?” Serena folded her arms. “You haven’t told me about any of this!”

“Because it’s something that you and Calem would do,” insisted Shauna. She lifted her head and smiled at Serena. “I wanted to stop them and make you guys proud of me.”

Delphox stepped forward and bonked Shauna on the head. Sylveon snapped and shouted at Delphox, who rolled his eyes while he folded his arms. Altaria touched down from the air and looked to Serena, who chuckled and reached out to Shauna.

“What happened to ‘friends should stick together,’ Shauna?” Serena raised an eyebrow to her friend. “You were the one that taught Calem that, and he cooperates better with others because you helped him learn. Trevor and Tierno too, and they traveled to other regions to grow stronger and make new friends, inspired by you as well.” She shook her head as Shauna gazed up at her. “I don’t know about joining this…Team Cinder, but we can work together to help these Shadow Pokémon.” Serena smiled. “As a team, and as friends.”

Altaria cooed in agreement as Delphox nodded. Sylveon returned to Shauna’s side and licked her cheek, while Shauna took Serena’s hand. She lifted her up and the two faced one another, as a smile slowly formed on Shauna’s face.

“...I knew you’d make a great friend, Serry.”

“Oh no, please don’t call me that.”

“It’s your nickname! You picked it!”

“When I was a kid! Please, just let it go.”

“Nope, Serry is forever.”

“Ugh…”

“Serena?” Shauna smiled as Serena perked up. “Thank you. I’m sorry, I…I should’ve just gotten your help from the start. So…can you help me now?”

“Of course, Shauna.” Serena took up her hands and smiled at her friend. “Come on, let’s go back to Snowbelle and talk with Wulfric. He’ll help us out too.”

Together, both women and their teams departed from the Pokémon Village, leaving it in peace once more, as they ventured to the Kalosian city. They would need to prepare to handle the coming threats.

Once more, Shauna and Serena gazed back to the sky, and then to one another, grinning as they locked eyes. Holding hands, they returned to the forests of Route 20, and carried on.

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Hope you enjoyed this fanfic!

The request included elements from the GameCube games for Pokémon, so I added some elements of them in, as well as highlighting a trainer friendship. I liked the relationship between Serena and Shauna from X/Y, so I decided to focus on them.

Another part was the request in which one friend became evil, and the other tried to help them. I think Serena would have maybe made sense to have fall to the dark side, but I thought Shauna would be more dramatic. In the end, neither was going to be totally evil, but it made for some exciting drama anyway!

That’s about all. Thank you for reading!

And also, Happy Belated Birthday, Ally! I wish you all the best!

#pokemon #pokemon fanfic #serena pokemon #shauna pokemon #friends #delphox #greninja #chesnaught #sylveon #shadow pokemon #friendship #drama #orre #kalos #starlys

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kawaii-sugarii · 2 years

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Pepper Mintsky meets Frossy Icica (ft. Jubileena Bing-Bing and Crumbelina Di Caramello)

(continuation after the events of "Pepper Mintsky's unknowing encounter with Cinder and Cindy Cotton")

A few days later, Pepper had just finished a battle with the racer bots, and was holding his sword walking by the candy cane forest yet again, this time without his power up form.

His left arm had been impaled with an arrow earlier, as he put his right hand over his wound, healing it with his powers. Nearby, he sees a racer sitting by himself (Frossy), singing a song, with two others admiring his singing, one being a twin pigtailed girl dressed in red (Jubileena) and another wearing light brown coloured clothes (Crumbelina). Crumbelina herself was looking jealous of Frossy, while Jubileena was having a slightly dreamy expression.

Pepper was confused about what Frossy was doing, when a robot Sakura he forgot to finish off suddenly jumped out of the trees and attacked him, which he quickly grabbed onto and glitched away into the candy cane trees, before a few more slashes and an explosion were heard, along with a scream from the robot.

Pepper: NO! Don't even think about it!

He glitches away, not knowing he was spotted yet again, this time as a white glitch blur.

*As Frossy sang a song, Jubileena walked closer to them, only to be stopped by Crumbelina, who grabbed her by her collar*

Jubileena: Eh? Why'd you stop me?

Crumbelina: *pulls Jubileena away from Frossy* They're going to charm you away from anyone with this...singing of theirs.

Jubileena: *pouts* Do you hold a grudge against them?

Crumbelina: Uhh, no...but I-

*Frossy suddenly stop singing when they hear something robotic and gasp*

Frossy: Girls, look out! *grabs Jubileena and Crumbelina's hands and pulls them away from where this sound came from*

Jubileena: *blushes* What happened?!

Crumbelina: *slaps their hand away from hers* Get your hand away from me.

*They then hear slashing, a robotic scream, and a yell of a boy*

Jubileena: What was that?

Crumbelina: Let's go check out.

Frossy: That sounds dangerous, don't you think? There could be a fight happening right now.

Crumbelina: We're going to investigate, charmer. Whether you like it or not.

*The 3 of them walk past the trees, and widen their eyes when they spot a white glitch blur*

Jubileena: D-did you all see that?

Crumbelina: Yeah.

Frossy: Must be someone we don't know.

Crumbelina: It could just be Corrina or Prancy or...any other white haired racer, and they're just trying to lure us here.

Frossy: But...none of them are able to move this fast. Even if they could, I doubt that they'd be the ones in the middle of a fight against...a robot, I think.

Crumbelina: What?

Frossy: Maybe if we see this unknown person again, we might get a confirmation on who that was.

Jubileena: *nods* Right.

Crumbelina: *annoyed* Whatever you say...

#ask #pepper meets the sugarsonas

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artsbysmarty · 3 years

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Can i get some spicecream (cinder x neo) hanging out with the hound? And may i have permission to repost it?

The Hound is outside my drawing ability and pay grade so how about casual Spicecream hangin out? Aka being mean girls together

Also I’m gonna go ahead and say no for now, just because 1) you’re on anon and I have no idea who you are and 2) I have no idea where you wanna post this. Contact me off anon n we can discuss details :0c

#rwby #Rwby fanart #neopolitan #neo rwby #cinder fall #spicecream #Request #my art #I just really wanted to draw Neo in pigtails

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strqyr · 3 years

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Imagine if on the Path of Cinders redemption she slowly loses her Emulation Traits and tries to be...well Herself. And I was thinking that would involve regaining some design traits from before she started having the emulation thing.

She regains the pigtail look is what I'm suggesting

(Pigtails of Freedom)

i’m not gonna lie, i don’t think i could handle that. it would be such a cuteness overload that my brain would stop functioning 😂

so obviously, this is going to have to happen now.

my bare minimum wish is that cinder at least finds better role models to emulate, but the ultimate goal is for her to be herself by the end. just need to get those baby steps in first, ya know?

#rwby #rwby8 #rwby spoilers #cinder fall #cinder redemption #tempoaryblogformightyjensblog #ask.strqyr #gimme those pigtails of freedom #wait would she have to grow her hair first?#it's probably too short rn #hmmmm

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arc-misadventures · 2 years

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Insight of the Seductress

Seductress Bleiss AU

Bleiss: I must say, you look quite enchanting, my dear.

Cinder: Why thank you, you look quite nice yourself.

Bleiss: However, I would be doing your looks a disservice if I didn’t recommend you add a touch more make up upon your features.

Cinder: And, why is that? I think I look quite lovely as is.

Bleiss: indeed you do, my dear. However, you do require a touch of make ip, especially around your eyes. Failure to do so, and you’ll never achive that look you desire so.

Cinder: What look?

Bleiss: You were trying to emulate that school girl look you find in those cheap, third-rate porn videos, no?

Cinder: Wait...? What did you just say…!

Bleiss: You could just show more, cleavage and a smaller skirt actually. Maybe tie your hair into pigtails to really sell the image to those horny little boys.

Cinder: WHAT?!!

Emerald: Hey! You can’t say that about, Cinder!

Bleiss: Oh~? Did I by chance offend your mommy, dear~?

Emerald: C-Cinder isn’t my mother…

Bleiss: Oh but, you desire her to be one for you, and for only you~!

Emerald: N-No I don’t!

Bleiss: Oh, the poor little girl, left all alone until she finally found a motherly figure for her. You mean you don’t desire for her to embrace you, comb your hair, and tell you in a soothingly motherly voice that everything will be okay~?

Emerald: S-S-Shut up! I-I don’t want that!

Bleiss: Hmm… Tis that so~?

Mercury: Pft! Hahaha!! Oh, she’s got square on the mark, Em! Haha!

Bleiss: I don’t believe the intellectual equivalent of a house plant, of whom tis far dumber than he seemingly appears to be, has any right to comment on another persons deep personal, familial issues.

Mercury: I, err… What?!

Bleiss: You dear little boy require a strong fatherly hand in your life. Preferably one who deliver that harsh spanking you have long since deserved.

Mercury: I don’t need any sort of a father figure in my life!

Bleiss: Hmm~? Tis true, that is. After all, you would probably enjoy a good paddling from your, Daddy~!

Mercury: W-WHAT?!

Bleiss: And, as for you, my dear.

Neo: …?

Bleiss: You must wear something that shows off your oh so delectable chest, and enticing thighs, my dear. To hide away such treasures away from the world. Haa… Tis such a crime against humanity, I can scarely tolerate it so.

Neo: 🙂

Bleiss: Now, I must take my leave. I gave far more important matters to attend to. Farewell, my dears~!

Cinder: B-Bitch! I… I don’t look like a… a porn star school girl… R-Right…?

Emerald: Not at all, Mo… Cinder! N-Not at all, Cinder?!

Mercury: Last time I got spanked I lost my legs…

Neo: 😊

Mercury: Oh shut up you gremlin!

Neo: 😠

Mercury: Ahh?! Don’t spank me?! She said only… oh… oh fuck…

Cinder: Yeah, pretty much…

#rwby #cinder fall #rwby neo #emerald sustrai #mercury black #bleiss schnee

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disabilityshowdown · 1 year

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[IDs: Wylan is a pale skinned teenage boy with short curly red hair, wearing a blue brown and orange sweater vest and blue-grey coat. He is carrying a sheaf of papers that are scattering out of his arms, and is against a geometric background of stained glass and water. Linh is a pale skinned teenage girl with black hair in pigtails, is wearing a blue sleeveless shirt with grey apron and blue gloves, and is holding some kind of mechanical tool. She is against a black background with a circular cybernetic red design]

Disabilities OP knows: Wylan has an unspecified learning disability that prevents his ability to read. Linh according to the wiki/responses is a cyborg, has an arm and leg prosthesis, and a variety of other issues like chronic pain

#disability showdown #preliminaries #disability described #six of crows #wylan van eck #linh cinder #lunar chronicles

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dokidokitsuna · 2 years

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Midnight: NeverFell Edition

RWBY fans may have noticed that the Vol. 8 soundtrack was released recently. And listening to a certain song inspired me to do another flashback rewrite…this time, for Cinder’s backstory. ^^

This one will just be a series of images, not a full comic, and it’s unconnected to the ‘story’ so I can start right away. :9

Things you can expect:

I got rid of the whole ‘become a huntress to earn your way out of slavery!’ thing. It’s just so superficial and unnecessary, and Cinder doesn’t need it in order to transform as a character. I think all she needs is a little push in the right direction from an interested party…hint hint~

Rhodes still gets to make a cameo, though, but only because he’s cute

The context has been adjusted slightly to make more sense: in this version of the story, Cinder is adopted to be a personal slave to the (aging) Madame and her (young adult) daughters, while most of the actual running of the hotel is performed by normal staff. The idea is that Madame is getting older, and wants to make sure someone’s around to do her bidding after her little brats get married off. Just FYI~

There’s a masquerade ball! ^^

Although child Cinder will not actually make an appearance in this series (we’re skipping straight to the important stuff) I’m keeping her hairdo. The cute pigtails just feel more ‘Cinder-y’ than teen Cinder’s canon hair.

You’ll find out what that skeleton hand represents in the end~. ^^ Okay, shutting up now.

Story Start!

#rwby #au #neverfell #midnight #cinder fall

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megashadowdragon · 2 years

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cinder will take an eye from ruby

plus rubys silver eyes represent silver slippers from the wizard of oz book and the wicked witch of the west managed to knock one of the silver slippers off of dorothy before dorothy hitting her with water in a fit of rage so ruby could end up losing an eye to cinder

thewicked witch of west is commonly associated with fire and portrayed with an eyepatch “W. W. Denslow's illustrations for The Wonderful Wizard of Oz depict her as a paunched old hag with three pigtails and an eyepatch. Baum himself specified that she only had one eye, but that it "was as powerful as a telescope", enabling the witch to see what was happening in her kingdom from her castle windows. Other illustrators, such as Paul Granger, placed her eye in the center of her forehead, as a cyclops. Usually, she is shown wearing an eyepatch,” and cinder currently only has 1 eye

rubys partner weiss has a scar on her eye

#rwby #rwby theory #rwby theories #rwby theorys #rwby ruby rose #rwby cinder fall #cinder fall #rwby cinder #cinder rwby

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parisiangiraffe · 3 years

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If this is Cinder with those lil pigtails, trust me when I say I will lose my fuckin mind

#RWBY #RWBY spoilers #rwby volume 8 spoilers #rwby volume 8

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claralaclarividente-fics · 3 years

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Life is Dream: A Rosegarden story

Chapter 1- Once Upon A Time

Ruby’s eyes watered as the crisp air breezed in front of her face as she fell.

She had watched as her two teammates swooped down the void, only to be swallowed by a golden glimmer. By then, time had slowed down, and she thought about what could happen. Only to be eclipsed by the thought of her sister alone, wherever she might have ended up, waiting for her.

The battle had been arduous, and she had had a hard time tracking down her friends’ whereabouts during most of it, but when it had all quieted down, when Nora had placed a hand on her shoulder with a million questions in her blue eyes, the roar of the answer thumped in her ears.

Penny had understood right there and then, hugging her friends one by one- ‘do what you have to do.’

Jaune nodded gravely, thinking that if he were in their position, he’d do anything to bring his teammates back. ‘We’ll take it from here on out.’

There was no guidance, no certainty of what could happen, of what laid beyond the darkness. But Blake was trembling, her grasp on Gambol Shroud whitening her knuckles. Weiss held on Blake, afraid she might jump alone.

The decision had been made.

A tingling sensation distracted her thoughts, and with a rueful wonder she realized golden shimmers began to dance on her skin.

‘This is it, then.’ She barely had the ability to think before lighting gold consumed her. She felt herself fall asleep and tiredly closed her eyes.

Oscar opened his eyes at the insistence of Emerald. She had probably been trying to shake him awake for a while now judging by the tender expression she tried to conceal with fake annoyance.

Sitting up on his bed, he noticed that the quarters he shared with the rest of his team was empty.

The sunlight streamed harshly through the willowing blinds, telling him that it was way too late to be sleeping.

“Should have woken you up earlier but you nearly fell asleep on your dinner last night, so we thought it would be better to let you sleep in a bit more.” She explained as she slid open her Scroll, checking the itinerary for the day.

Mind still heavy with sleep, Oscar placed his bare feet on the cold floor. The frigid clay under his soles roused him enough so he began mentally preparing for the day.

“What have we got today on the agenda?”

Emerald rolled her eyes and thrusted a paper bag into the teen’s hands.

“Breakfast rolls with honey. Seriously Oscar, you barely ate last night and now you’re insisting on intermittent fasting? This is why even Little Red’s taller than you!” She jeered at his sudden bouts of sleepiness over the past month.

Oscar smiled, pained. Everyone up until now had been walking on eggshells regarding team RWBY, hushing down when they mentioned them, fearing guilt and sadness. But Emerald, who in her pragmatism did what had to be done, and said what needed to be said, did not care too much about being gentle with expectations.

It was weird. A month had passed since the exodus from Mantle and Atlas, and the remaining members of team JNPR were crestfallen, yet tried to ignore the growing negativity stemming in their hearts. They treated Oscar with care, trying to ignore the four missing links in their lives.

Surprisingly, Emerald and Penny were the only ones keeping hope.

Penny was hopeful and reverent. She had been made of alloy, bolts and dolts. But now she wore shoes, sand was annoying, and she could taste food. Anything was possible in this wide world of theirs.

For Emerald, it was more about seeing impossible feats of ancient wonder, something in her ears whispering that there were more incredible feats of magic to be revealed in her time alive. She felt that third chances in life were rare, and thus, grasped at its stray hairs strongly.

So they stuck by Oscar as the task of repatriation began at dawn and ended at dusk.

It had been a grueling month at Vacuo, nobody was happy to have the Atlesians in their land. The citizens of Mantle fared better, they had been humbled when they huddled close together back at the crater in the Motherland. But the Atlas elite? They could not wait for Mistrali ships to come in hoards to get them to colder ground. They revolted, nothing was up to their elevated standards.

But Theodore was nothing but pragmatic, as all Vacuans were, and a night off in the deserts shut the bunch of them up. The ones who made it back that is.

“Alright, I’ll stuff my face with honeyed bread rolls and spiced tea if it makes you happy.” Conceded Oscar after he tied up his boots and threw on the airy cotton cape on his shoulders. He had decided on a lighter fabric for his stay in Vacuo, the gauzy green tunic emboldened with red and white trimmings, and his loose cotton pants were good enough for the mighty sun that beat on the roofs of the deserts.

Emerald smiled despite herself. She and Penny had taken on the big sister role whenever Nora wasn’t there to mother Oscar to hell and back. It had taken some time to get used to, but for anyone that was not privy to the Fall of Beacon, Emerald was just Oscar’s older sister, who emerged at the Fall of Atlas.

Over the course of the weeks she proved herself, as a true Vacuan, and as a true ally.

“C´mon then. There’s a bunch of convoy ships from Argus and Vale willing to take in some snooty idiots in exchange of supplies. Don’t make Nora wait for you more, she’s missed on her hugging quota for the morning.” With a pat on his head, Emerald walked Oscar to the door, and off they were.

The day blurred by Oscar’s eyes, now and again stifling an inconvenient yawn, but nevertheless, persisted during the course of his workday.

Every day there were less Atlesians to send off, and less Mantle citizens who wanted to leave. Like May tended to say, Mantle knows how to show their teeth.

The migratory system they had built recorded every single citizen that wanted to leave or stay under Theodore’s watchful eye. The controls were harsh since there was no way to know if Neopolitan had blended into the crowd at all. Given that Emerald told Theodore and every staff member in Shade that they were to expect Tyrian and Mercury sooner rather than later, security had been the top priority these days.

In between tending to the wounded and sick, delivering supply packets to the tents of refugees, and breaking up fights, Oscar was beat by dusk.

By that time, Theodore insisted Oscar to keep their sparring sessions until he felt that Oscar moved and fought with more fluidity than the day before.

“Squirt,” Theodore would say, “I know Oz has taught you some things, but he was a dandy and thought that battle was graceful matter.” The rippled headmaster would flex and show him how merciless battle was.

Under the strongman’s tutelage, Oscar’s body ached and grew. With Ozpin’s mentoring in his head, his magic grew and he felt something inside of his soul bubble to the surface.

But at the end of the day, when Jaune was sitting right by his side, and Nora was babbling a ten miles per second into his hearing canal, he felt his shoulders drop their tension. He shot a thankful glance at Ren, who was casually conversing with Emerald, but still kept an eye on the youngest of their group. Penny and Nora, two ginger parakeets with insurmountable force and joy lulled his thoughts, until he sagged forward and faceplanted in his tomato soup.

The resounding splash alerted Jaune who quickly pulled Oscar’s face from the cold soup by grabbing him by the collar of his tunic. Oscar’s lack of reaction, and his fluttering eyelids greeted the blond huntsman, flooding him with worry.

The chatter died.

Nora leaned the boy to her side and grabbed his tanned cheeks, wet with stock, and panicked at his quivering eyelids.

Semi-conscious as he were, Oscar saw the motions at the table like photographs forming a standstill gallery inside his mind, the sounds dull and his feeling numb.

Nora and Emerald crowding over him, worried expressions marring his face.

Penny and her cold hands framing his cheeks, her confused expression.

Jaune’s golden aura around his vision as it tunneled.

Lastly, Theodore’s frown before he closed his eyes and tumbled into sleep.

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Ruby tumbled out of bed confused.

Her heartbeat alert and scared, her eyes darted to the four walls surrounding her. Sweet and spices reached her nose, the colourful walls held handmade tapestries and idyllic paintings. The rug that had cushioned her fall was fluffy, and the blanket tangling in her legs felt like a familiar hug.

“Where am I?”

Ruby struggled to stand up, and once she did, she gasped at herself.

In front of her, a mirror held her image. But it was all wrong. She wore a frilly white dress, with white stockings, red lace and ribbons, and her hair was tied in two tiny pigtails. She looked adorable.

And she hated it.

“Where’s-“ she looked at the nearest wardrove, and opened its doors as fast as she could. Rifling through the cutesy dresses, she was taken aback by a familiar skirt.

Holding the black dress with the black combat skirt, she wondered how her Beacon outfit appeared in the room she was in.

She stopped dead on her tracks.

“I’m not in Atlas anymore, am I?”

Clutching the dress to her chest, she slid down to the carpeted floor. She felt a bubble of panic come over her as she remembered the last events of her life.

“Right, Neo struck Yang, and Yang… She fell. We fought Cinder. And she died. I think. Then we…jumped.”

Ruby looked her hands over, turning them this way and that, as if they were given to change at any moment now.

“And-“ Ruby wheezed, close to hyperventilation. She trembled as she remembered flashes of the fight against Cinder, how Blake evolved her Semblance and fought as three copies of herself, about Neo striking the wrong Blake, and being fallen by the original one. Cinder taunting how she used Jinn, revealing their plans. Penny fell to the golden plateau, and then in a fit of rage, silver.

No more Cinder. Probably.

Her heart running like a wild animal under her chest, she took deep breaths as she tried to calm down. She rubbed the black fabric between her thumb and pointer finger, the texture was light to the touch. In the bottom frill, she found her name embroidered by her own hand. It was supposed to be comforting, but it only fueled her confusion.

A few tears threatened to spill, but then several knocks on the door startled her.

“Darling! Breakfast is ready!” a familiar voice called out to her outside the door.

In a haze, Ruby stood up and let the dress fall from her hands. She marched to the door and opened it in a swift motion, scaring the poor woman in front of it.

“Little Red! What sort of behaviour is this!?” An old woman that looked and sounded like María Calavera chided her, hands on her hips as she glowered annoyed at the teen.

“María! It’s you!” Elated, Ruby swooped in to hug the woman, who patted her back confusedly.

“Oh dear, now you’re calling your grandma by her first name too! Did you hit your head when you woke up this morning? What’s wrong with you?” Not-María held Ruby at arms length, checking her head for any injuries.

“Huh?”

Not-quite-María tutted, before guiding Ruby by the hand to the kitchen area of the cottage they seemed to be in.

“Little Red, you seldom ever visit me, and now you’re calling me by my name! Your mother hasn’t been disciplining you as she should!”

More confused than ever, Ruby sat on the stool offered by Not-Really-María.

The old woman sighed before plopping a plate of sausages, beans with crema and tortillas in front of her.

“Repeat after me, Little Red: Abuela María. Ah..Boo-Eh-Lah. Abuela.” Ruby looked at Abuela María in mild shock.

“Abuela?”

The Abuela María nodded satisfied and patted her hand.

“Now, after we finish mending that cape of yours, please give this basket of goodies to your mother for me. Oh! And thank her for the nice fabrics she sent with you, will you?”

Still starstruck, Ruby stared at Abuela María, not yet understanding anything that was happening in front of her.

“My…mother?”

Abuela María nodded, quite exasperatedly at her not-quite-granddaughter. She flipped her gray-haired braid over her shoulder and began repairing the red cape as she mumbled about ‘youth these days’.

“Yes, dear. Summer Rose. My daughter, your mother.”

More confused than anything, Ruby brought her hand up and mercilessly slapped her cheek. Abuela María looked at Ruby curiously, halting her sewing for a moment before resuming.

“But-but!” Ruby stuttered, holding her stinging cheek under her palm. “We don’t look anything alike!”

“My dear!” began Abuela María. “Silver eyes run in our family! Look!”

Abuela María removed her thick rimmed glasses and pointed at her eyes.

But all Ruby could see was a puckered red bruise, swollen and hurt. It slashed from her right temple to her left, there was not much to be said about eyes, as there were none.

Feeling not quite in a dream, but more in a bizarre nightmare, she stood up, the wooden stool clattering behind her.

Abuela María, with her glasses still removed and acting normally, bit off the last thread on the eye of her needle and folded the red cape neatly, offering it to Ruby.

Smiling sweetly, but with her disturbing red scarring across her visage, she gifted Ruby a basket filled with fruits, cheeses and breads, and pushed her through the cabin’s threshold.

Ruby looked petrified at the old lady that looked like her mentor but was nothing like her.

“Take this basket to your mother, will you? Be careful of the Big Bad Wolf, don’t let it bite you!”

Laughing merrily, the old woman closed the door on Ruby, leaving her alone in the cabin’s porch.

Jarred and perturbed, Ruby walked away from the cabin thoughtlessly, and into the winding roads that crossed the forest.

Only once she reached a small ravine, did she sit on the forest floor and pushed to her face the cape that smelled like home, like Yang and Qrow and Weiss and Blake and everyone she knew, did she weep.

For the longest time she cried, but after a while she felt her tears dry up, her shoulders stopped their heaving, and her heart dulled to a somber beat.

Ruby wiped her tears with the cape and splashed her face with the cool water from the ravine. She looked at her reflection, and disliking the pigtails pulling the hair at her nape, she tugged at the elastics and ruffled her hair. She bunched the skirt in her fists.

Annoyed at her dress, she looked down to it expecting to see white ruffles on white lace, she was caught off guard when she found herself wearing a black version of the dress she had woken up into.

As much as she marveled at this feat of reality writing itself, she feared it.

Taking one last look at her reflection, and tugging on the hood on her cape, she trudged into the deep forest, following the map she was given and hoped for the best.

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