#STRQ gets philosophical

[drunkscythmaster]

Year of STRQ: Lease

“If you get a new lease on life, does that mean you have to return it at some point?” Tai asked as STRQ relaxed in their room. “You have to buy the next self-help book,” Qrow drawled, smirking. Raven snorted. Summer frowned for a moment. “That… actually makes sense.”

#Year of STRQ #Summer Rose #taiyang xiao long #raven branwen #qrow branwen #Day 66 #Lease #STRQ gets philosophical

[strqyr]

strq social media au would be so fun lmao esp when how qrow, summer and tai would be very active users while raven is the type to barely reply to a text/block all calls much more never touch social media lol

raven would use social media only to block one of her teammates whenever they annoy her enough. and to bully qrow and antagonize his massive fanbase.

speaking of qrow, he only posts ∼art∼ but really, they're just shitposts. he's also bound to make philosophical questions around 4am—drunk or not.

tai vlogs. this is chibi canon already—my hands are tai-d on this matter. also shitton of dog photos and memes.

i feel like summer would make baking videos. like, short, highly edited ones because some people keep getting in the way on purpose. she also keeps getting banned for the smallest things, so she has like, million backup accounts set up, just in case.

they thought about setting up a team account, but qrow could not be trusted with it, raven wanted nothing to do with it, and summer had million other accounts and passwords to keep track of, so in the end it was only tai keeping it going.

it's now zwei's. he has more followers than qrow, who's not happy about it.

#rwby #strq #anon #ask.strqyr

[yangxiaolonging]

Iokheaira: Part 1

(Hark, a Vagrant! #328)

It was going to take the continuation of my favorite fic of all time to revitalize my love of STRQ. we in it now boiz

Go read Iokheaira!!! If you haven’t read the original fic Akrasaia go read that too! @romanimp​ and @theivorytowercrumbles (sorry, for some reason I can’t @ you, Ivory :C )

It’s got everything: bloodthirsty fairies, swords, gay rwbies, sharp teeth, claws, creative application of the seelie court, and courtly intrigue. I even recommend this fic to my friends who’ve never been in to RWBY just because this is just such solid writing and I would kill for an original universe series by the Bear Senate.

ANYWAYS PART 1 LETS GET NASTY

this is a wonderfully long chapter so I’m going to at least try to keep this vaguely succinct 

It starts with the trash bird twins and I’m in love. We never get to see Qrow and Raven as a team in the show, just them being the bitter husks left behind by bad decisions and tragedy. Raven and Qrow were a Team since they were children and seeing them fight together and banter is nice, even if it’s Branwen quality interactions.

Qrow held up the mask, his fingers hooked around the first cusp of bone. It had always looked like a pair of bird's wings to Raven's eye, each skeletal layer flaring outward, yet wholly joined to itself. The red paint marking it was in dire need of repair, but the helmet beneath had survived untold generations, passed through the Wild Hunt with each death of the wearer.

aaaahhhh

Through a veil of bone, everything looked like prey.

aaaaAAHHH

Raven used the edge of her sword to pry it from the snow, spying polished links of gold woven together with feathers of black glass looped between the chain. She carefully transferred the bracelet into her gloved hand, looking for any sign of decay, but it merely seemed to be part of a matched set absent its twin.

AAAAAHHHH

"A trophy." Raven remarked, although the gallows humor didn't lift the pressure now crushing its way through her chest. "Maybe I should give it to the girl she left behind."

AAAAAAAHHHH

And if I hadn’t thought I was fucked to begin with, I sure knew then. It’s always delicious piecing together bits and scraps of information given between two different sources in the same canon. The liberties Roman and Ivory take with existing lore is always so good.  (listen. read akrasaia if you haven’t. do it. do it now. i linked it at the top of the post.)

Poor Amber gets wanged in every universe she’s put in. RIP. 

I love how despite the Wild Hunt being sort of the gray area between the Courts, Raven has always been a very intense and black and white person. 

Pushing at her knees, Raven stood. When she spoke she raised her voice somewhat so that those other members of the Hunt could hear. “Corruption is the Hunt’s prerogative. The Courts are none of our concern.”

Qrow rolled his eyes in reply. “Oh, sure. And if you just so happen to do their dirty work along the way, all’s the better.”

Behind the mask, Raven’s eyes flashed, and she rounded on him. “If I had wanted to kill the King's daughter before his own Court in royal assembly, I would have had every right!”

With a laugh, Qrow shook his head, hands on hips, his enormous scythe slung across his back. “See -- that’s just your problem. With you, it’s always the word of the law, never the spirit.”

Raven scoffed. She rested her hand upon the pommel of her sword at her hip. “The spirit of the law is for humans and philosophers. It means nothing, and you know it.”

At that, Raven paused, holding the mask between her hands. The Hunt, the casteless, the nameless, forsaken of the Courts, those who walk between worlds, those who slay transgressors from the path of nature by removing themselves from the cycle, entire.

:’))))) I love her sfm.......

Shout out to Cythera “how much can I fuck with this terrifying dark haired woman” Adel. 

Dropping to her knees, the fae shrugged the stag to the ground in order to lay it at Raven’s feet. For a moment she remained there, gathering her strength before using the stag’s antlers to push herself upright once more. The two stood close enough that Raven could cleave a sword through her heart without a second thought. Releasing a long, suppressed breath, Raven finally uncurled her fist from her sword, but her stance remained tense, on edge. Defiance reigned in the fae’s eyes, and for a brief moment Raven felt unmasked before her.

Cinder is too gay and too powerful and that’s the theme of all seelie au writing. 

In a smooth motion, Raven stepped over the stag, moving close and lowering her voice. “It would seem I know you after all.”

...

Dipping her fingers into a pouch strung along the belt at her waist, Raven retrieved the chain’s twin and held it up for Cinder to see.

Amber eyes widened. Cinder’s hand darted up to snatch the trinket from Raven’s grasp, but she pulled her own hand back with a finger raised in warning. Lip curling in a snarl, Cinder hissed, “That belongs to me.”

“Is that so?” Raven cocked her head. “The way I see it, a prey’s trophy belongs to no one but the hunter.”

Cinder’s face went through a range of emotions, shifting from dawning horror, to sorrow, to flinty resolve, then settling on an ardent fury.

Raven hummed a contemplative note at the back of her throat. “Ah, yes. I can see the resemblance, now.”

I know for a Fact that Ivory is waging a shadow campaign to make everyone ship Cinder/Raven. (spoilers: they succeeded and I ship it)

Anyways, time to jump into the most wonderful time of the year: Beltane.

"Who says that it's my first?" The girl was riled now, and hastened her step so she could dart in front of Raven, walking backwards across the bridge like it was no trouble at all. "I won't run if you bare your teeth, stranger."

The hint of amusement Raven took from the exchange twisted into a darker hunger, and she shuddered with it. Swift as a shadow, she pinned the other faerie to the side of the bridge, nearly bowing her over the rail that guarded the edge. Her mask was a mere centimeter from the girl's face, close enough for the next shocked, ragged breath to warm the outline of painted bone.

"Tell me your name," Raven growled.

"V-Vernal," she choked back, fear outpacing the need in her veins as the strength pinning her in place became apparent.

"Vernal," Raven repeated, rolling the name over her tongue like a bite of fresh meat, "Go find some beautiful girl who looks at you like the sun and stars. Come near me again and I'll eat you to the marrow."

me: 

With the sun soon to fall, Summer had surrendered her regalia to the chest at the foot of her bed, crown and cloak locked away in a bed of red velvet. Without them, her black dress was a dark column in the center of the room, severed only by the pale, waxen lacing woven beneath Summer's ribs. If not for the centuries she had already ruled, Raven would scarcely be able to guess the Queen's age, for those who sat upon the rosewood throne were unburdened by time, immune to the withering whisper of the seasons that followed.

THERE SHE IS IT IS HER IT IS MY DARLING IT IS MY QUEEN SOUND THE TRUMPETS ITS MY GIRL ITS SUMMER

Summer Rose took One look at Raven and immediately decided she needed to fuck her/fuck with her in any way possible and if that doesn’t make her a national treasure and hero I don’t know what does.

I’m already copy-pasting huge chunks of text so I’ll spare everyone me just showing the entire Summer/Raven interaction save for this bc in this house we ship Nevermore and tasty tasty writing.

"May I offer a parting gift, then?" The distance they shared was closed with one careful step, and Summer's dress was a whisper of cloth away from making the two of them touch. "To ease your travel."

She hungered. It felt like such a primal, animal admission, that something as simple as touch could render her a beast. Raven nodded before she could stop herself, and bit back a sound when Summer's fingers slipped beneath the edge of her mask, drawing it up and away. Her eyes recoiled from the light, their red long lost to pulsing black, but then Summer's hands were cupping her jaw, drawing her down to a warm and yielding mouth.

The kiss stung like a brand, searing through Raven's body until she was forced to pull away, her restraint twisted taut to one singular, quivering thread. One more touch, even Summer's breath against her skin, and it would snap.

"Blessed Beltane, your majesty," Raven gasped, then pulled her mask back down as if it would strip her of temptation.

It was back in the dancing circle that she spied Glynda, locked in arms with Taiyang, a prince known more for who he bedded than his bloodline. Summerborn he was, but clearly not to the Grand Seneschal's taste, for Glynda suddenly shoved him back so hard that he had to break his fall on emerald-streaked marble.

It’s okay Taiyang, you’re a good good boy. 

...he welcomed her, he welcomed everything.

There’s something so sad about the closing scene. Raven is a wildfire, her story is always of her trying and eventually failing to keep her destruction minimal. She doesn’t need a semblance of bad luck to be a harbinger of misfortune. 

#Seelie AU #iokheaira

[sullivantwissarcana]

RWBY Original Character 9

Name: Terracotta Gaia

Origin and Influence: Terracotta is a type of earthenware that is used for pottery and sculpting, it is known for its brown and orange look that makes it appear red; Gaia means “Earth”; I decided to base this character’s appearance on Minotaurs of Greek legend

Age: One year older than Taiyang Xiao Long and Qrow Branwen (Birthday is April 23rd, same as his daughter)

Symbol: A metallic bull’s skull

Species: Bull Faunus

Appearance: 7 feet tall (like Yatsuhashi Daichi) with large black bull horns that add 6 inches to his height, medium brown skin, and red eyes; very muscular build with scars all over his arms, neck, back, and torso; long and straight black hair that reaches past his shoulders and black stubble on his chin and jawline; Terracotta’s normal clothes consist of a pair of brown boots, worn-down blue jeans, an open black vest, a belt with his symbol as the buckle, a ring in the shape of his symbol on his right hand, and vambraces on both forearms; he also wears a stylish and heavily-weighted red coat when on missions (similar to Dante from Devil May Cry in appearance)

Personality: Terra is normally a calm and collected person that can come across as a very stoic being at first glance, but he is a very complex person; despite his imposing looks, he is a gentle person who always looks out for others, yet enjoys a number of fights that he gets into; Terracotta is quick to defend anyone in danger and will do so at the risk of his own safety if it means that others will be okay; while he may seem like a brute, Terra can give very sagely and philosophical advice that he learned through his journeys as a Huntsman; Terra may be a gentle and normally quiet guy, but he can give into fits of extreme rage when his loved ones are threatened or harmed; Terra cares very much for his loved ones and is a dedicated husband and father, his wife and daughter mean the world to him and he will always be ready to go down fighting for them

Relationships: Terra previously went to Beacon Academy with Team STRQ, so he is on very good terms with Ozpin, Taiyang, and Qrow; Terra is very “passionate and vigorous” with his wife, Ivy Dahlia Holstein, declaring that he loves her with all his heart, body and soul; his wife feels the same way, but his job as a Huntsman has him away from home quite often and they both desire intimacy from somebody if they are away from each other for too long; because of this, they have an open marriage because they have already told everything about their love lives and will never truly leave the other for somebody else because of their deep emotional connection from the day they first met (plus, nobody else can physically satisfy them besides their spouse); When Terracotta and Ivy’s daughter, Azalea Calla Holstein was born, Terra had fallen in love with his little girl from the first moment he laid eyes on her and held the baby in his arms; Terra is a devoted father to her and when she was being bullied, he was always there to defend her; when Azalea wanted to be a warrior like her father, he was bursting with pride and joy for her and  began to train her in combat; as she grew in skill and age, Terra learned that he had to change his teaching style to help his daughter defend herself and their relationship only got stronger since; Azalea always looks to her father for support and he is always ready to give her a lesson in combat or in life whenever she asks

Backstory: Growing up in Menagerie, Terracotta Gaia was an angry kid that had a bad temper, but eventually became best friends with Ghira Belladonna and they two looked for ways to help the Faunus get along with humanity; while Ghira took a peaceful route and founded the White Fang in his life, Terra decided to become a Huntsman to show that somebody like him could be a symbol of peace for all of Remnant while also venting his own rage in battle; during his time at Beacon Academy with his teammates in Team NOCT and friends in Team STRQ, Terra grew into the Huntsman he became today after five years at the school (one of his teammates decided to make them repeat a year so that she could be part of the Vytal Festival for a third time, but the team never really minded because it gave them time to hone their skills more); After graduating, Terra explored Remnant and did missions for whoever needed his help; during a mission in Menagerie to acquire additional resources in the desert, he was ambushed by a pack of Beowolves using an oasis as a trap; taking heavy damage with dehydration and exhaustion added into the situation, Terra nearly died to the pack when his throat was slashed until he gained enough ground to fight back; after killing Beowolves with his weapon and bare hands, Terra slayed the leader of the pack in a pool of his own blood (for those of you who get the reference, I congratulate you); with the mission a bust, he tended to his wounds and got enough water to return to town with new scars and an interesting story to tell whoever asked; One day, Terra was returning from a mission in Anima when he saw four racist thugs assaulting a Faunus girl and he intervened; after a quick fight that left the thugs in the hospital, Terracotta helped the girl and gave her his jacket because the would-be rapists tore her clothes apart; as he did so, Terra recognized the Cow Faunus as Ivy Dahlia Holstein, a girl he met before on a mission, and she offered Terra a place to recover because he got cut in the attack against the thugs; patching him up and catching up at Ivy’s family farm, Ivy and Terra began a relationship that gradually developed into their own marriage and family

Theme Song: “Mighty” from Death Battle; he also shares a theme with his brother, Ventus Gaia, Reverse/Re:Birth from Kamen Rider OOO

Weapon: While Terra is proficient with shotguns, pistols, hammers, and axes, his preferred weapon is a large and very heavy claymore sword called “Sarangay” (named after a mythical creature resembling a minotaur in the Philippines) that has the hilt in the shape of his symbol; the weapon uses Earth Dust in the pommel and hilt, so Terra can manipulate the ground around him whenever he chooses to; he later adds Gravity and Fire Dust crystals into the weapon for strategies that require him to use more variety as well as the ability to create magma attacks

Aura and Semblance: Terra’s Aura reserves are overflowing and it allows him to tank most attacks that come his way, he can withstand a barrage of knives to the chest without flinching and even survive buildings collapsing on top of him with enough Aura to keep fighting; Terracotta’s Semblance is a type of Weight Manipulation that allows him to make things lighter or heavier at will; in order to work this power, he needs to physically touch what he wants to manipulate and the target’s weight can be transferred to whatever Terra desires; an example can be that he can take his own weight and give it to an agile opponent to immobilize them while increasing his own jumping height; by using this ability with his own naturally immense strength, Terra can sent even the heaviest of enemies flying with a single strike; by combining his Semblance with Gravity Dust, Terracotta has nearly-complete control over gravity in the area around himself and can manipulate his surroundings with greater ease; his Aura is terracotta-colored as well and can sometimes resemble magma when flickering

Fighting Style: Terracotta’s fighting style mostly revolves around brute strength and never letting his enemy get a chance to counter; with strength the shatter steel girders and speed to overwhelm average fighters, Terra battles with powerful and expert sword swings, heavy kicks and punches, and wrestling holds; the main weakness of this style is opponents who are faster than him (in comparison, Terra is much slower than somebody like Qrow or Tyrian) and who dodge his wide swings; in order to compensate for this, Terra uses Dust to manipulate the location to his advantage or make the enemy fight on equal terms; he fights with several other martial arts styles such as judo, jujitsu, and aikido to assist with his throwing attacks and grapples; Terra also uses whatever he can get a hold of as an improvised weapon to catch his enemy off-guard with usual attacks; during his extreme rages, Terra acts more like an animal than a man by going into a feral “berserk mode”; during this emotional outburst, he will get on all fours and attack with powerful fast tackles, grabbing foes to slam them into the ground, stomping and trampling them under his feet, and even trying to gore them with his own horns; with a variety of fighting methods, Terra lives up to his reputation as a Huntsman with years of experience

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!!!! To celebrate, I decided to share one last Original Character for the year! Meet Azalea Calla Holstein’s father, Terracotta Gaia! I am just as proud of him as I am of Azalea. I hope you all enjoy his profile like I do!

@unashamed-shipper @boku-awww-crap @vitt-99 @snowembrace @thatpansexualotakunerd @reyrosali @ventus-rogue @hymad @emmathehalf-bloodhunter @neon-apocalypse @nightlockedx3 @niceghostsaysitwillbedaijouboo @nalufever @ff-darkshininglight @kjthetalekeeper @bunnyhoplollipop @megapixelpichu @galaxygamerhearts

#RWBY #Terracotta Gaia #Original Character #Sully speaking