#bones branwen

[renabe4life]

smitten idiots

#fair game #clover ebi #qrow branwen #rwby fair game #qrow x clover #rwby #renabe #well...tbh #Clover looks smitten as hell #Qrow kinda looks ready to jump his bones >w> #whatchu teasing that lower lip for sir #sir??? #ah...he's a goner #first art post of 2024 woooo

[vecnawrites]

Emergency Commission 1: Swinging Fun

Meeting each other while out and about on dates, the pairs of Taiyang and Weiss decide to sit and chat with Qrow and Nora. However, Nora's ability to wind Weiss up, as well as her own desire for a certain kink to try, lead to things that Weiss had never thought of...

“-and that’s how Qrow got the nickname “Bad Harvest”.” a blonde man with short, messy hair and a soul patch said to two young women as they sat at a table, with the man in question, his friend and teammate from Team STRQ, groaning and burning his face in his hands as both of their dates giggled merrily. He was Taiyang Xiao Long, father to Yang Xiao Long and Ruby Rose, and the black haired and red eyed man was Qrow Branwen, Yang and Ruby’s uncle and his oldest friend.

Their dates? Weiss Schnee, who was wearing a silky dress that both clung to her form enough to entice, but hid enough that no one could say that she was a slut. She was cuddled up against Taiyang’s side, looking incredibly content as she occasionally sipped her wine.

Nora Valkyrie, on the other hand, Qrow’s date, was dressed purely to entice. Not enough to be breaking decency laws, but everything she wore was tight to her body, showing off her bountiful curves…as well as the fact that she despised bras, the bumps of her nipples pushing against her tank top. She was leaning against her own date, though she was sandwiching one of his arms between her bust.

“So Nora…how did you meet Qrow?” Taiyang asked, as he allowed Weiss to cuddle against him and enjoy his body heat and scent, while Qrow shook his head ruefully, a small smile on his lips.

“Oh, I saw him walking around and thought, ‘He looks like he needs a nice cuddly woman to help fuck away his sorrows~’!” Nora chirped, watching Weiss choke on her wine, coughing softly as she heard Nora’s words, the ginger haired girl grinning at her. “How about you, Weiss? I’m pretty sure you met Taiyang when Ruby insisted you to go to her house?”

Weiss gave Nora a glare, though her cheeks were flushed as she remembered how her heart had skipped several beats when she had first seen Ruby and Yang’s father, and how her panties had become moist the more that she had spent time with him, culminating in her losing herself and kissing him within the first month of knowing him…and it wasn’t long after that she had given him her virginity. But she wasn’t going to tell Nora that. She settled for narrowed eyes and a firm nod.

Nora however, was like a dog with a bone, and leapt onto her. “How’s your sex life, Weiss~?” she asked playfully. “As cold in bed as you are with the others?” she teased, making Weiss shake in place, even as Taiyang rubbed her arm gently.

Nora grinned as Weiss took the bait, leaning across the table and hissed, “I’ll have you know that there’s no night when I’m with him that our bed is cold!” before she realized what she said, freezing in place and her cheeks going red enough to rival the color of the wine in her glass.

Taiyang chuckled, leaning over and kissing his mortified date’s brow, knowing that she was embarrassed about intimacy, though she was getting far better about it. He gave Nora a look. “I have no complaints at all about our bedroom life; Weiss is perfectly willing to try new things.” he smirked. “What about you? I’m sure Qrow has to be dead boring in bed~” he ignored the faux enraged look his old friend sent him.

Nora’s look of annoyance was in no way faked, however. “Hell no!” she exclaimed eagerly, thrusting her chest out, showing just how thin her top was, the pink of her nipples darker than that of her shirt, before she grinned proudly, “There’s not a day that goes by that my ‘daddy’ doesn’t make me choke on his cock and gargle his cum!”

Weiss stared in shock at her friend, small sounds reminiscent of a seal barking escaping her mouth from the shock of Nora’s statement alone, and how proud she was saying it. Out loud. In public. Without any sort of shame whatsoever.

However, Nora took it further, knowing just how to wind the heiress up. “I bet you never sucked on your daddy’s dick, am I right? Drained him of his stress, and his yummy cum?” she cuddled up against Qrow and looked up at him hungrily, “Daddy~” she purred, “What do you think~?”

Weiss tilted her head and squinted, wondering what she was asking without really wanting to know, only to squeak as Taiyang’s arm tightened around her. Glancing up, she swallowed ard as she saw him looking down at her hungrily, raising his hand up. “Check, please!” he called, looking back at her with a hunger she couldn’t deny…

…just as she couldn’t deny the wetness in her designer lingerie.

~

Weiss whined into the mouth smothering her own, shuddering as skilled hands roamed her body, plucking at her bare nipples, pinching and gently twisting the sensitive tips.

Next to her, she heard Nora’s own passionate sounds, so much louder than her own, even as their partners played with their bodies masterfully.

“Ah~! Q-Qrow~!”

“Taaaaaiiii~!!!”

“Heh, they’re really responsive, aren’t they, Qrow?” Taiyang hummed, playing with the breasts of his lover, loving the whimpers that spilled from her lips as she clenched down around his cock.

Breaking the kiss that he had been performing, Qrow grinned down at a flushed and highly embarrassed Weiss who stared up at him.

The group of four had come to a hotel in Vale for the night, getting a room with two beds, and had ended up doing what Nora had teased while they were at dinner; switch partners.

Weiss had been a little hesitant, but she trusted Tai, and knew that neither he nor Nora would intentionally let her be hurt. And when Qrow had started to play with her…well, as Ruby often teased, “The Ice Queen Melted”.

Here they were, all in their most base undergarments. She and Nora in soaked knickers (though Nora’s were tugged to the side and Tai’s cock was poking through his own underwear), and Tai and Qrow in bulging boxers, the rest of their clothing scattered around the room.

Not too long after, the undergarments were gone, and skin touched skin. Positions changed, Weiss squeaking as she was rolled onto her front, her bubble butt pulled up and swallowing as she felt Qrow’s shaft (not as long as Tai’s, but definitely thicker) nestle in the cleft of her ass cheeks, shuddering as it slowly moved down and prodded against her admittedly soaked core, nudging her lips apart as his tip slipped into her.

Weiss mewled as more and more cock was shoved into her, even as her body was pressed firmly into the mattress, Qrow’s hand coming around to grasp at her neck, his hips beginning to move as he started pumping into her, the white haired girl attempting to muffle her sounds of pleasure into the pillow beneath her, even as her legs kicked up behind her and her toes curled as Qrow’s hips slammed against her ass over and over.

“AH! YES! FUCK! FUCK! TAI! TAI! TAI! TAAAAAIIIIIII~♥!!!” Nora had no such compunctions, practically howling as she bounced on Taiyang’s cock, her fat tits bouncing lewdly, her pussy gushing and clenching around the blonde man’s shaft as he spanked her ass, turning the pale flesh bright pink as she bounced on his lap, screaming in pleasure as she bounced steadily on top of him.

Weiss’s eyes rolled up in her head as she was fucked steadily and firmly, biting the pillow delicately as Qrow’s hips slammed onto her buttocks, the sting heightening the pleasure of his cock slamming into her stretched core as her legs kicked into the air, her lower body moving on instinct.

Qrow growled as he felt Weiss’s little tight little pussy squeezing his cock tightly, his hand gently pressing down around her throat with every flex she made, not enough to hurt, but he knew that the slightest bit of missing oxygen only heightened pleasure. However, he didn’t know how much that she liked…Nora enjoyed it to the point she nearly blacked out. And it appeared that Weiss liked it too, with how tight she was clamping down around his shaft, about to send him over the edge!

Taiyang growled as Nora bounced like a well-trained slut on top of his lap, crying his name out to the entire floor (he was pretty sure that they’d get noise complaints tomorrow…) and clenching down hard with every drop onto his cock, every slap to her jiggling ass. He was sure she was in constant orgasm simply from his cock being inside her!

All four cried out as Qrow and Taiyang erupted, spraying their cum into the eager, receptive wombs of their lovers for the night.

The room was filled with panting and gasping for air as they all wound down from the frantic act that they had just finished, each of them recovering their energy for the second round.

After all, the night was young, and even if none of them said anything at the moment, they all knew that they would be doing this again.

#Emergency Commissions #Swingers #Taiyang Xiao Long #Weiss Schnee #Qrow Branwen #Nora Valkyrie #Partner Swapping #Prone Bone #Cowgirl

[cupoteahatter]

The year is 2023 and I have just finished watching RWBY Vol 8 to completion for the first time and still somehow, I ship Snowbird/Qrowin harder than ever send me some fucking help I need to be SEDATED.

#RWBY #Qrowin #Snowbird #winter schnee #qrow branwen #They have like no scenes together #And yet the energy they have #The POWER they have #Do I want it to be canon? No idea #Do I want a bone to be thrown my way in Vol 10 when we resume Remmant fuckery? #Yes

[bobauthorman]

Raven’s roast

What I really want from RWBY is a scene where Raven tells off the rest of Oz’s Circle for not believing her when she warned them about Oz’s duplicity and Salem’s immortality. As much as she’s done wrong, she at least deserves that.

(Scene: The remaining members of the Circle are trying to lynch Oscar because of Oz, but Raven is standing between them)

Theodore: But he made fools out of us!

Raven: You made fools out of yourselves! (Points at Oz) You swore your lives to this fast-talking parasite because he said your favorite fairy tales were true! Isn’t that what happened, Oz?

Oz (Through Oscar): Yes, yes. That’s it. We don’t need to dwell on it.

Raven: (Picks up Oscar) You let yourselves be talked into serving this specter because he gave you extra credit on homework!

Oscar: (Nervous) Is it me, or is it getting stuffy in here?

Raven: But I warned you! I told you you were being played for a bunch of saps, but you didn’t listen me, did you? Huh? Did you? That’s right! And when Salem’s Maiden threatened Haven, I was the only one who drove her off! The Tribe and I could have kept the Lantern, but nooooo... We felt sorry for you! All was forgiven and we let you have yer Relic back! All told, I’d say you fools got off easy!

#Incorrect Quotes #Rwby #Raven Branwen #Theodore #Ozpin #Ozma #Oscar Pine #Source: Bone #I know Raven's account isn't entirely true in regards to Haven #But I feel that she's covering for Yang #since she still hasn't admitted the truth #Plus she doesn't want to admit that she cried #The Circle #Relics #Lantern of knowledge

[starlightshadowsworld]

Doing the thing with some oc’s from @bowl-of-shortness ‘s Beacon heirs AU.

All of this is randomised.

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She’s imperfect but she tries: Qorbyn Branwen

She is good but she lies: Olivia Branwen

He is hard on himself: Sparrow Hill

She is broken and won’t ask for help: Frostine Schnee

She is messy but she’s kind: Florence Oobleck

She is lonely most of the time: Jasmine Ironwood

He is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie: Bones Amin

He is gone but he used to be mine: Blaine Goodwitch

#ouch #beacon heirs #rwby #qorbyn branwen #Olivia Branwen #sparrow hill #Florence oobleck #jasmine ironwood #blaine goodwitch #bones amin #frostine schnee

[bestworstcase]

hi, found your post about Yang and Salem. Didn't know that she, out of all people in team rwby, is the one who foils Salem the most. Like she's the most normal member in team rwby.

Which led me thinking, Yang has a lot of parallels with the villains, notably, Adam, Cinder, and Salem. What do you think is the ideal route of Yang during volume 4?

well that’s the thing about salem, isn’t it? she wasn’t anyone special. her father was a lord in a world ruled by kings and queens, and he abused and isolated her so viciously that whatever notional privilege she might have had by virtue of noble birth was stripped away from her; after she and ozma murdered her father and escaped, she was a commoner. the raw magical power that sets her apart on remnant was commonplace then. there was nothing extraordinary about her at all.

but she was brave. passionate. determined. angry. she walked into the domain of gods and refused to flinch.

who does that sound like?

anyway, yang’s core allusion is goldilocks. too hot, too cold, too hard, too soft, just right. balance. compromise. scathing eyes ask that we be symmetrical, one-sided and easily processed. rwby is a story about complexity and nuance. every dichotomy is false. yang is a good person—good to the bone—but she’s also strong-willed and not inclined to be forgiving. who would she have become if, say, ruby died on one of those occasions they were left home alone as children? what would it have done to her if she watched adam kill blake during the battle for beacon?

it took millions and millions of years for salem to break. she tried so hard not to become a monster. cinder bowed her head and endured years of torture because rhodes told her it was the right thing to do. before adam lost his way, he fought to protect others; the first time he killed, it was in defense of his leader.

the difference isn’t as simple as a choice to be good or bad. yang has always had ruby and now she has blake and weiss, too, and—bluntly, her trauma is of a lesser order of magnitude than her villainous foils. yang has endured a lot of suffering—parental abandonment, childhood neglect, the vytal tournament and the battle that followed, losing her arm, being left behind by her sister and friends—but she wasn’t enslaved and tortured as a child. she isn’t the sole survivor of a genocide. she did not spend millions of years alone.

if you put yang in salem’s or cinder’s or adam’s shoes, would she have turned out different than they did? would she make better choices? would she still be a good person?

would she even know how?

and if you put salem or cinder or adam in her shoes, would it make a difference? if salem wasn’t alone, if cinder had even the smallest taste of genuine love, if sienna had seen adam’s increasing anger for what it was years earlier—would they still have become what they are now?

yang’s gone through her own personal hell and back, but she wasn’t alone. she had role models and a loving sister and a father who provided for them and at least made some effort to be involved—he read bedtime stories and trained yang, tai is far from the worst parent in the story. it was bad. it could have been so much worse. how much of a difference did it make for yang that she had these crumbs of support?

as the blacksmith says, even the smallest act kindness can change a life. no one is an island. everyone is responsible for their own choices, but sometimes our choices are limited by forces beyond our control. sometimes there is no right thing to do.

everyone has breaking points.

everyone has a limit.

yang… in addition to having all these villainous character foils, is also the heroic character most inclined to ask why. why did raven leave her? why did ozpin lie? why did he make the branwen twins into birds? why did raven sell them out to salem? why is she the spring maiden? why did blake run away? why did ozpin think it was okay to hide so much from everyone? why shouldn’t she and blake think critically and follow their consciences instead of blindly obeying orders? why is salem waging this war? why why why

yang isn’t the most empathetic character—she can get too tangled up in her own feelings to see clearly where other people are coming from. she isn’t the most compassionate, either—she can, in fact, be rather ruthless. but yang does care, a lot, about why people make the choices they do.

and i think that is because yang knows her own darkness. she sees herself clearly; she knows she’s capable of cruelty, of being vindictive, of hurting people in anger. the reason yang isn’t an angry person is she works fucking hard not to be. i think yang is self-aware of these similarities between herself and adam, or raven, and maybe even cinder and salem too, and the question of why she didn’t end up like them bothers her. what made her different? what saved her? if she could have been like them, then doesn’t that mean they could have been like her? why aren’t they? what made the difference?

so she keeps asking. why. why.

weiss helped her understand why blake ran, but yang has never gotten a satisfying explanation from anyone else. the resolution of ruby’s arc in v9 leaves her asking why summer chose to leave; the natural trajectory is toward answers. why did summer leave, and why didn’t she come back? why did raven keep her secrets? why has salem gone to war? why did ozpin hide so much? it’s all tangled together. it all needs to be answered together. i think, if the olive branch comes from the heroes, it’ll be yang who plants the seed—what if we just ask salem what she wants? it’s not like we have any better ideas. and if salem’s the one to make the first move, it wouldn’t surprise me for yang to be the most open to hearing her side of the story.

after all, yang’s the one who asked.

#idk if ''volume 4'' was a typo or not #but i really like yang’s v4 arc #it sets everything up really well

[howlingday]

Extinct?Faunus Jaune

Idea is courtesy of @unknowdude34

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Kasai Rex!Faunus Jaune

Jaune: I'll see you guys later.

Ruby: Huh? Where are you going?

Jaune: I'm gonna go eat in my room.

Nora: We can do that?

Weiss: Sit down and eat, you antisocial buffoon!

Jaune: ...Okay.

Cardin: I'm telling you, I know what I saw! There was something by the pool last night, tearing apart something huge!

Russel: Cardin, I normally believe ya, but it just sounds too weird.

Dove: Yeah, like, a deer carcass in the pool? Pretty sure we'd get an announcement about that.

Lark: Not to mention the crocodile you saw eating it.

Cardin: That wasn't a crocodile! It was... It was something else! Something out of a horror film!

Jaune: (Cutting off the legs on his nuggies, Wishing he could eat in private)

Fun Fact! In 1933, in the African Kasai Valley, a hunter named John Johnson took a photo of an alleged dinosaur while hunting elephants. The elephants he intended to shoot were in fact hunted by a bipedal creature with red scales and black stripes. He shot this creature, but it retreated. On his return to camp, he found the creature again eating a rhinoceros near the water.

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Percetus Colossus!Faunus Jaune

Nora: WOW! You are HUGE!

Jaune: Um, h-hi... I'm Jaune.

Nora: Where were you on the bullhead?! How'd you even fit?!

Ren: Nora, please.

Jaune: They, uh... They had to call in another bullhead for me.

Fun Fact! A recently discovered early whale, the basilosaurid Perucetus Colossus has the heaviest animal bone mass to have ever been discovered, even outsizing the giant Blue Whale.

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Sperm Whale!Faunus Jaune Arc & Shark!Faunus Yang Xiao Long & Leviathan Melvillei!Faunus Papa Arc & Otodus Megalodon!Faunus Raven Branwen

Jaune: Just you and me, Yang.

Yang: Yeah... Only one of us can be the top fighter in this ring, and it's gonna be me.

Pyrrha: Why are those two always fighting?

Blake: For as long as I've known Yang, she and Jaune have always been fighting. It might even date back to their ancestors.

Meanwhile...

Papa Arc: Make the first move, Branwen...

Raven: Hmph! Ladies first, Arc...

Fun Fact! Leviathan Melvillei is an ancient ancestor of the sperm whale, equipped with teeth on it's top AND bottom jaw. It is argued whether it hunted Megalodon, were hunted by it, or simply competed would attack the other given the opportunity. The third is the often agreed upon consensus.

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Giganotosaurus!Faunus Jaune & Tyrannosaurus!Faunus Saphron

Saphron: I took a test today! I aced it!

Mama Arc: Well done, Saphron! And how did you do, Jaune?

Jaune: Uh... W-Well, I think I'm improving, but-

Mama Arc: Jaune...

Jaune: ...I got a D+.

Fun Fact! Giganotosaurus is thought to be the largest theropod dinosaur discovered. However, despite have a much larger skull, and internal model of the brain casing shows that it may have had a smaller brain than the Tyrannosaurus.

#rwby #jaune arc #Kasai Rex!Faunus Jaune #Giganotosaurus!Faunus Jaune #Perucetus Colossus!Faunus Jaune #ruby rose #nora valkyrie #weiss schnee #lie ren #cardin winchester #russel thrush #dove bronzewing #sky lark #shark!faunus yang #sperm whale!faunus Jaune #otodus megalodon!faunus raven #raven branwen #leviathan Melvillei!faunus papa arc #papa arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #pyrrha nikos #mama arc #tyrannosaurus!faunus saphron #saphron arc #saphron cotta arc

[spiteweaver]

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(Note: this story takes place in May of 2020!)

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The sharp rapping startled Branwen out of a comfortable doze. His library was cast now in heavy shadow, save for what little of it the light from the dying hearth could reach. There was no color along the horizon, and the night beyond his window was deep. He feared, for a moment, that he had awoken at the breaking of a second time loop, but relaxed at the sound of Calcifer milling about in the kitchen. The smell of tea roused him further. Sighing, he set the book he’d been reading aside and got shakily to his feet.

Another series of quick, almost frantic knocks sounded at the door. His ears flicked forward and then back. It hadn’t been a dream; someone, very real and very persistent, was standing on his front stoop. He couldn’t imagine who it could be at such a late hour and turned to the window once again to confirm that the capital was not in flames. As before, all was quiet and dark.

“I’ll get it!” Calcifer called.

“No,” Branwen replied as his mate hurried out into the foyer, “stay behind me.”

Calcifer raised a brow. “I’m a foot taller than you, Bran.”

“You’re also wearing a frilly pink apron,” Branwen pointed out, and before Calcifer could protest further, strode forward with only a split second’s hesitation.

On the stoop stood a dam, her figure obscured by an ashen grey cloak, and in her hands was a gently glowing glob. Even without the meager light it provided, however, Branwen would have known her. He did not need to see the silhouette of her face, her warm, dark skin, or the wisps of smoky hair poking out from beneath her hood. Her scent was enough to evoke vivid imagery in his mind of roaring flames—and the cinders they left behind. They danced before his eyes, a translucent mockery of a pain he had never quite managed to rid himself of, before flickering and dying against the bitter chill of a late spring evening.

The next thing Calcifer knew, his mate was throwing himself at their guest. He reacted swiftly, getting his arms around Branwen’s waist and hoisting the enraged Spiral up in a bear hug meant to disable him. Instead, it only incensed him further, and he shed his scaleless guise, slipping between Calcifer’s fingers like sand.

“You,” Branwen fumed, “you monster!”

“Calcifer,” the dam said, stepping back to avoid one of Brawnen’s blind swipes, “had I known you had taken a mate, I would have brought wedding gifts.”

“We aren’t—” Calcifer gripped Branwen by his tail and pulled back with a grunt— “married yet, Oya!”

All at once, Branwen’s squirming ceased. He turned in his mate’s grasp, but rather than anger, there was a misery so deep and so poignant in his eyes that Calcifer dropped him then and there. Branwen’s scales gave way to soft flesh again, and in the tiniest, most pitiful voice imaginable, he asked, “You know her, Calcifer?”

“I—I—” Calcifer’s mouth was suddenly bone dry. “Well, yes. I helped her construct a suitable home for her, ah—Ogun is a bit hard to explain, but I helped her make his hearth.”

Oya, meanwhile, was examining Branwen with renewed interest. She recognized him, though she wished she hadn’t. “You’re that hatchling,” she murmured thoughtfully, “from the Emberwood.”

The Emberwood—Calcifer knew it well. Colloquially known as the Scorched Forest, it stood on the border between the Ashfall Waste and the Shifting Expanse, not far from Emberglow Hearth. Very few clans called it home, as it provided little in the way of shelter or smithing. In fact, most of its residents were magic-workers, who found its isolated locale inviting.

Magic-workers…

…like Branwen.

“Whatever happened,” Calcifer said, “I don’t know anything about it, Branwen.”

“How could you not?” Branwen asked. He seemed to curl in on himself then, growing smaller with every word. “If you know her, you must know what she did.”

Calcifer reached for him, but he pulled away. “Branwen, I swear—”

“Listen to your mate,” Oya said. “Do you think I speak of my wretched work to every dragon who crosses my path? I come to him now not because we were intimately acquainted, but because, as he said, it was he who built Ogun’s hearth.”

“You came to my home,” Branwen began, his fists trembling at his sides, “the home of the drake whose clan you slaughtered, to commission my mate?!”

Oya glanced down at Branwen’s quivering hands. “Yes.”

“Go,” Branwen spat, “before I kill you.”

“I will not,” Oya replied. She did not flinch when Branwen rounded on her again. “Allow me to rephrase: I cannot.”

Before Branwen could make good on his threat, Calcifer stepped forward. “Can he survive in our hearth for a while?” he asked. “I’ll need to gather the proper supplies and dig out my old blueprints.”

“How long?”

“A week at most.”

Oya looked to the glowing glob in her hands, as if for confirmation. It pulsed once, twice, and she nodded. “A week,” she said, “no more.”

“Did you miss the part where I said she slaughtered my clan?!” Branwen asked, his rage so potent that it forced his voice up by several octaves. Typically, Calcifer would have found this amusing. Tonight, he was sweating like a pig. “I know you aren’t stupid, Calcifer! Quite the contrary, you’re meant to be the emotionally intelligent one in this relationship!”

“I’m not doing it for her, Bran,” Calcifer replied. “I’m doing it for Ogun.”

“The glob?!”

“He’s not a—” Calcifer pinched the bridge of his nose. He loved Branwen, but he was still learning how to communicate with him. “Oya,” he muttered in a tone that suggested he was struggling not to rip fistfuls of his hair out, “you can explain it better than I can.”

“Ogun is a homunculus,” Oya said with a shrug.

Branwen cast his mate an exasperated look. “You could have just told me! I know what a homunculus is!”

“I don’t!” Calcifer replied. “Whatever they are, they aren’t exactly commonplace! I’ve certainly never met one, and that’s not how Oya explained him to me!”

“I suppose I went into more detail,” Oya conceded, “seeing as I was entrusting the building of his hearth to you. All your mate needs to know is that I created him as a tool to use in my work. Yes, I see you glaring at him.” The dam’s molten gold gaze snapped up to meet Branwen’s. Neither was willing to back down. “He had no free will then. In the matter of your clan’s destruction, he is blameless.”

“He’s the figure I saw in the fire,” Branwen growled lowly. “He’s the one who enacted your will!”

“Because he could not refuse me,” Oya said again, “which I regret deeply. Over time, free will grew within him. That is why we are here. He—” She faltered, and Branwen cursed himself for feeling a pang of sympathy— “he begged me not to use him again. He knew that the Grand Circle would order us to quash Por’s rebellion. The thought of it made him sick. Perhaps it made me sick as well.”

There was more Branwen wanted to say, but for once, he bit his tongue. “I want your word that neither of you will harm myself, Calcifer, or any of our clanmates.”

“You have it.”

“If you put a single toe out of line, Dreamweaver will hear about it.”

“Of course.”

“You know Dreamweaver, don’t you? You’ve heard of them?”

“I have, and I do not wish to cross them.”

Seemingly satisfied, Branwen turned back toward the open door and motioned for the pair to follow him. “You can stay in the guest bedroom,” he said, “until you’ve secured your own housing.”

—

“So what’s all this about a clan?”

Branwen answered Calcifer’s query with a drawn-out sigh. After ensuring that both Oya and Ogun were comfortable, he had slipped away into his study for the express purpose of avoiding this very conversation. It was complicated, and he was tired. Unfortunately, Calcifer had come with a bribe. Smiling softly, the Imperial crossed to where he sat hunched over his desk and offered him a mug of piping hot tea. It had been made just the way he liked it, sweetened with sugar and honey.

Begrudgingly, he accepted the bribe.

“I thought I made myself quite clear,” he mumbled, blowing the steam from his mug and taking a quick sip. “Oya slaughtered my birth clan, every last drake, dam, and rook. Knowing that she was working for the Grand Circle puts things into perspective. We were a rebellious lot, and the Grand Circle doesn’t like rebels.”

“You told me that no one had ever loved you,” Calcifer said as he took up residence in the only other chair in the room that wasn’t piled high with books, “and that you had never loved anyone else.”

“That’s what makes it…complicated.”

Calcifer reached out to squeeze his knee. “Take it one word at a time.”

“I…” The words stuck in Branwen’s throat. It was an admittance he had promised never to utter. “I may have loved my parents, despite their many failings. When Oya came, I was still young, only a hatchling, but I was old enough to know that I was unwanted. My mother and father were rebels. They didn’t have time to raise a well-behaved hatchling, let alone one of my choleric disposition. I was a picky eater. I demanded constant attention. I was often ill. They shunted me between caretakers, whoever’s schedule was the least hectic on a given day. I was the only hatchling in our clan.”

“How did you escape?” Calcifer asked. “Someone must have loved you enough to bring you to safety.”

Branwen shook his head. “It was Oya who spared me. I remember wailing over my parents’ bodies. A shadow fell across me. I thought—” He sucked in a sharp breath— “I wanted her to kill me, but she didn’t. She told me to leave the Ashfall Waste and never return, and I obeyed.”

“I’m—I’m so sorry, Branwen.”

“Don’t be.” Branwen drained his cup in a single gulp, hoping that the heat of the tea would settle his stomach. “I can never forgive Oya for what she did, but my life there would have been a miserable one.”

“If it’s any consolation,” Calcifer said, “I’m sure your parents didn’t hate you. It sounds like you were born at an inopportune time, and they were unable to adequately care for you as such. That doesn’t mean they didn’t love you, though.”

Try as he might to suppress them, tears sprang unbidden into Branwen’s eyes. They fell into his empty cup in fat, silver drops, and Calcifer, seeing them, spread his arms in a welcoming gesture. The pair embraced. Branwen sniffled pitifully into his mate’s chest, and Calcifer ran his fingers through the witch’s wild ginger curls.

“You know I’ll never let anyone hurt you,” Calcifer whispered, “don’t you?”

Branwen nodded.

“We’re doing the right thing.”

Another nod.

“Once Ogun’s hearth is built, you’ll never have to speak to her again.” Calcifer’s grip tightened, his fingers clutching the back of Branwen’s shirt like a lifeline. “If she ever comes near you, I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” Branwen asked with a snort. “Kill her? I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“I’d do it,” Calcifer replied, “if it was for you.”

Heat rushed into Branwen’s cheeks. He forced his face deeper into Calcifer’s chest to hide it, but Calcifer knew by the twitching of his tail tip that he was flustered. So, before his mate could tease him, he blurted out, “We should get married!”

“Wh…?” Calcifer pushed him back to hold him at arm’s length. This, of course, exposed Branwen’s beet red face, which only flustered him further. “What did you say?” Calcifer managed to wheeze. “I think I misheard you.”

“We should get married!” Branwen repeated. “This Flameforger’s, we should do it!”

For a moment, he was certain Calcifer would reject him. They had been together for two cycles and readily called one another mates, but weddings were official business. In the eyes of their Patron, marriage would bind them eternally. It was a lot to ask, perhaps too much. In fact, Calcifer deserved better. Branwen was hot-tempered, and socially inept, and pessimistic to a fault. That settled it. He would pass it off as a joke, and they would go back to their comfortable, uncomplicated mateship.

Then Calcifer broke into a tearful smile, and all of Branwen’s doubts shriveled and died.

“Yes,” he said, “let’s do it!”

#flight rising #fr #zach writes #clan feldspar #feldspar lore #c: branwen #c: calcifer #c: oya #c: ogun #oh my god #after nearly THREE YEARS of lore hiatus #i'm back baby

[the99thfanboy]

I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kieran lives on his own little horse ranch, he takes Branwen out for rides every day, he eats enough food to keep meat on his bones, he hasn’t had to use a gun in a long time, he goes fishing every week, he’s happy and he’s alive.

#don’t turn this into shipping #<3 #kieran duffy #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2

[georgiapeach30513]

Rumplestiltskin, Branwen Barber

Summary:  Branwen is growing up

Pairings:  Branwen/Lance X Chase, Branwen X Dove, Branwen X the Bears

Rating:  🥺🥺

Warnings:  none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.4K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

“Oh my little raven,” Lance bounces the baby in his arms, trying to get her to stop crying to no avail. “Branwen, my darling, I don’t understand.”

Chase growls. His head resting in his hand, before he looks up from his thorned throne, slamming the hand on the armrest, and it only makes her cry harder. “Would you get that thing to shut up. I thought she would be an asset to us, but instead she’s giving away our location with her shrill cries. Take her to her mother.”

Branwen’s golden eyes start to get darker and she lifts up out of Lance’s arms and cries directly at the other faerie, “I have told you she’s smart. She won’t take kindly to screaming at her,” she reaches towards the exits. Her fist curling up, making grabby hands. “Is that what you want? You need your mother?”

“Get rid of it. I will have her left in the woods for Geralt to carry her off. Leaving nothing but her scattered bones in the forest,” looking back at Chase her screams reach a high pitch that rattles the walls. Even Andy searching in the forest, stills, listening further.

“You beastly! Lance control the brat.”

“Maybe if you didn’t give her juice made from the golden apples she wouldn’t be acting like this!”

“Maybe if you would have milked the fucking cow she would have something to drink,” Branwen slaps at Lance’s arm, growling at him. “Baah! To you, too.”

Lance looks down to her chubby little arm, pulling at a few black feathers on her. She turns to look at him pouting, “They’re attached. What did you do?”

“Good. She can be our little spy and eyes of the sky. Are you becoming what your name means?”

“Chase, these are raven feathers.”

“So they are.”

“I’m going to Aurelia’s tower. And I’m staying, and will try to figure out how I’m supposed to teach a baby how to use powers. She only crawls and she’s sprouting feathers! You’re the vilest of monsters in the forest,” Chase shrugs his shoulders, and flicks his hand towards the door. “How many apples have you eaten?”

“Are you jealous?”

“I feel sorry for you.”

Chase’s nose curls up in a snarl. Gritting his teeth, he clings tightly to his throne, “You think you’re better than me because your feathers change colors. The demon faerie turning back into an Angel. Why don’t you go live with Castiel, and explain to him what you did. How you took a baby from her father. And how you don’t know how to make deals with humans.”

“Aurelia was born of magic! And you know. You have her mother in a well. It would be near impossible to trick her.”

“The damn mermaid wasn’t cooperating. I need ears and eyes on land, water, and the air. And that little brat will be next,” Lance launches himself into the air to go to you, ignoring his tyrant bother all together. “She will be mine. As soon as the laws that bind me from making deals with children end. She will be mine.”

Lance lands softly into your room, setting Branwen on the bed, and the baby crawls up your body, laying belly down on your stomach, while her head rests on your chest, “Mama.”

“Yes, my beautiful raven. That’s your mama,” walking closer to her, he pets along the feathers on her arm, and she hides her arm from him, pouting and shaking her head no. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m curious. I think you may be covered in feathers one day. But those only appear when you’re angry. Look.”

She brings her arm back, and they both watch as one dissolves back into her skin. “Your mother relaxes you, huh? I’m sorry, my child,” he regretfully answers. Walking towards your bed, he brushes the hair off your face. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

Branwen’s eyes get heavier, and her hand reaches for her arm. Without thinking, Lance pulls up your arm to lay over her body. It was a pitiful way for her to hold Branwen. “Your mother saw past my corrupt heart. If I had to do it over again, I wouldn’t have done it.”

“Dada.”

“No, darling, your daddy would take you away from me. Men in the forest are not to be trusted. You never know what they are capable of. Now, sleep. And when you wake, you can have your apple juice,” her lips smack as her eyes fully close. This was the best way for her to sleep. She felt most at ease when she was with you.

Lance sits on a chair close by watching the two of you, if he had to do it again, he’d never taken you. He would have left you and Branwen to be found by Andy. Ready to gravel at his feet while he begged for forgiveness. And now he thinks he’s just too far gone. Needing to keep the charade up a bit more.

Branwen walks through the forest, having heard people’s voices. Pushing back branches as she gets closer to a woman with a swollen stomach, holding a toddler over her head smiling. A man rests his hand on her belly, smiling up at the little girl, and they both giggle up at her.

Getting too close, a she steps on a fallen branch, and the crack alert the couple, and she starts to retreat. “Bucky, there’s a little girl.”

He stands up, blocking his wife and daughter, trying to get closer to her, “Are you alone?”

“Don’t eat me,” Branwen cowers away. Her fear making her transformation impossible. “I can’t fly away. Please don’t eat me.”

“I don’t eat children. Are you alone?”

“I’m supposed to be watching the woods for my uncle.”

Bucky turns back to the woman, giving her an odd look before stepping closer to her, “Where’s your mother?”

“Asleep in the tower. You won’t eat me?” She trembles, trying to look around at you, and gives you the most pitiful look.”

“Would you like some food? Water?”

“Dove!”

“Bucky, this is a child. I am a mother, and she’s alone in the forest, if you and the others can not protect me, Orla, and this unborn baby from a child, there is something clearly wrong. Come on, little one. What’s your name?”

Never give them your real name, Lance’s voice is clear in her head. “Raven.”

“That’s a beautiful name. Come on. You’re a bit older than my daughter Orla, but I’m sure you two can play. Do you have brothers and sisters?” Branwen shakes her head reaching out to grab the woman’s hand. “Don’t worry, Bucky is a lot scarier looking that he actually is.”

“If anything should happen to you or the babies, I…”

“Nothing will happen, James. She’s fine.”

——

Artie tries gathering his sisters up from foraging in the forest, “Eden, Calysta, can you quit rolling around, and grab your baskets.”

The twin girls giggle as they continue to spin around until they get dizzy, and falling to the floor. “No wonder daddy and papa have doubts you’ll turn into a bear,” a girl dressed in all black, a several years older than Artie drops to the floor, and both girls scream running behind their brother.

He backs them up slowly, trying to get close enough to the cottage to call out to his fathers. “What do you mean they’ll turn into a bear?”

“We’re werebears,” he whispers, getting ever closer to the cottage.

“So you drink apple juice everyday? Am I a wereraven?”

“What are you talking about?” He looks back at his sister, “Fetch papa and daddy,” looking back at Branwen she lets a few feathers sprout on her arm. “I don’t want to hurt you, bird. My fathers are a grizzly and kodiak. And they’ll eat you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m curious. I’ve never met anyone that can change into an animal.”

“Artie,” Eden gives her big brother a tug on his arm, and he glances back swishing his head towards the cottage. “She’s pretty. Do you growl?”

“Ravens don’t growl,” she giggles. Sitting down on the ground. “Did you know that the name Eden means blessed bear and Calysta means most beautiful and is in a bear constellation. Artie? Is that short for Arthur?”

“Yes!” Eden says, grabbing her sisters hand to sit in front of the girl. “He’s already turned. He’s a polar bear.”

“Ahh, the white and noble bear. His name literally means bear,” Arthur wants to get his dads. But he couldn’t leave his sisters. “And do you guys turn, too?”

“They haven’t,” Calysta pouts back at her brother, while Eden slaps her hand on the floor. “They probably won’t.”

“Artie only changed because Sadie was threatened,” Calysta giggles. Both girls collapse on each other all giggly again.

“Sadie Barnes?” They both laugh out a yes, and Brawnwen looks up at him. “I know her. And Orla. Are there other bears?”

“Koda!” Eden squeaks. Both girls now giddy and in tears with laughter.

“Koda, little bear,” she smiles, reaching a hand out to the girls.

“Don’t touch them?” Arthur’s skin prickles up, and he shakes his head. “Please, I can’t control the anger just yet.”

“Artie! Eden! Calysta!”

“That’s our mama!” Calysta jumps up, running towards her voice, and grabs a hold of her mother’s legs with Eden shortly behind.

You walk to see your handsome boy, trying to control his urge to change, and you press his head against your side, “Artie, you are a sweet boy. You don’t have to fear the change. You are protective and fierce and…oh! Sy! Ari! Koda, fetch Papa and Daddy,” the chubby cubby boy waddles off to get his dad, and she rubs her hand over her little bump.

“Son, is this why your changing?”

“Yes, mama,” he turns his piercing eyes away from Branwen who starts to back away. Two giant men run to her side, and one scoops up both girls, while the other stands in front of her, bringing his son by his side.

“Who are you?” His voice growls out.

“Raven. I’m just girl.”

“Sy,” her hand holds onto his arm, “She’s shaking. Where did you come from?”

“The tower. I heard him say the girls wouldn’t turn into bears. I’m just curious,” the woman tilts her head to the side looking at her, “I turn into a raven. I don’t mean any harm.”

“Birth or magic?” Sy grunts again.

“I’ve always done this, as long as I can remember. I don’t mean any harm.”

“Daddy, she’s nice,” the woman smiles at her.

“She is,” the twins say in Ari’s arms. “She told us our name meanings.”

“Daddy, Papa I think we can let her come into the cottage. Talk to her about changing. What harm could come of that?”

Ari leans his head back on the wall. Sitting outside his daughters’ room because his wife had insisted to let the girl stay. Her hand grazes under his chin, before she struggles to sit in the hallway with him. “You should get some rest.”

“As should you. She’s just a child.”

“Who came from where? Where are her parents? Who is she? Have you ever heard of someone who could turn into a raven?”

“No,” she answers quickly, grabbing his hands, “But I had never heard of werebears until I came into the forest. And now I can’t get away from them. Why such hatred for the child?”

“It’s not hatred, Goldie,” Sy joins the two of them in the floor. “It’s fear. Our cubs and you are in here. Artie fears he can’t control himself as a bear, because of the stupid faerie, Castiel who makes a point to show up every year, and every cub that’s born,” his hand presses against her stomach, and his clicks his tongue, “Our job is to protect you.”

“And my job is to be a mother. And she needs one.”

“Goldie, I know what you’re doing,” Ari pushes back her baby hairs, and gets closer to her. “She’s a mystery. And she is no child. She’s nearly grown.”

“She acts as if she’s alone. And she has a chain around her neck. What if she’s in trouble?”

“It’s a necklace,” Sy moves to stand up, extending a hand down to her. “You need rest. Let Ari watch over the girls. Koda is asleep in the bed.”

“That is a chain. I don’t care what you say. We need to inform Castiel and…”

“Goldie, bed,” Sy pulls her up, looking down at Ari as she walks into their room. “Do you think this is the girl that Dean was talking about?”

“I thought it was just a necklace,” Sy gives a low growl, and Ari shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. I don’t want Goldie to worry about it. She’s carrying our cub. Whoever this is, she won’t be left alone with our giggle boxes that I fear don’t have enough anger to turn into a bear. And I will refuse to let that faerie continue to check on Artie if he makes him feel that amount of fear. He would never hurt his mom or siblings. Didn’t even hurt Sadie.”

“Sadie,” Sy smiles. “Bucky is going to love them when they get older.”

“Go tend to our wife. I’ve got the twins.”

“Koda is in the bed with us. There won’t be any tending.”

“Good. I get jealous when I’m not present. Go. I’m sure she’s harmless. But just need to be on the safe side.”

Branwen blinks her eyes slowly. Hearing every word from the three outside. The only children she had ever met had more than one father, while she didn’t have any. She had been shown immense love from women that didn’t even know her, but her own mother was in an ageless sleep. Her own body now nearly caught up with her mother’s. It wasn’t fair.

Her chain around her neck gives a small tug, but she ignores it. She’ll spend tonight at the bears house, and in the morning she would fly to their cave. Refusing to give any information to Chase before she spends the rest of the day with her Papa. She lets her eyes close softly before letting sleep take over her. Feeling warm and loved in this cottage, even if the men did not trust her. She understood why they didn’t. She wouldn’t either.

Branwen had a fear that the drinking of the apple juice would turn her corrupt just like the faeries, but alas it had not. Instead of scouting the skies, she now spent her days trying to find children to make her feel like her life had a meaning. Growing up alone and with only faeries was no fun. But the forest was full of them. Even though now she was far past her age of playing with children.

She was no longer a child, even if she wanted to be. It only meant that too many years had passed, and didn’t appear that her father was any closer to finding her mother. Not yet anyways. But maybe one day. One day, she knew they would all be reunited again, and she would finally get to hear her mother’s voice. No longer would she have to wrap your arms around her, you would just be able to hold her. One day.

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#rumplestiltskin #rumplestiltskin drabble #lance tucker #fae!lance tucker #lance tucker x oc #lance tucker x branwen barber #chase collins #chase collins x oc #chase collins x branwen barber #fae!chase collins #into the woods verse

[rocknroll7575]

Imagine Ranger Jaune saying this to a wounded surviving branwen member after wiping out his entire raiding party, "I don't believe you understand how grave of a mistake you have just made. Let me make this clear. You will be allowed to leave. But one day. Somewhere I will find you. You will never sleep again. Never go without looking behind you on a dark road. And when you expect it, I will show you hell on Remnant, I well break every bone in your body in full view of everyone. Now, leave

(this was joshua graham's threat on Salt upon-wounds from Fallout New Vegas Honest Hearts dlc, also this a spoiler if you were planning on playing the game.)

That would be pretty badass and honestly, it would make sense for Ranger Jaune, He's trained to hunt for long periods of time, and determined to hunt the prey for so long, so he would be willing to hunt someone down after so long.

Him using this to scare someone would be perfect

#rwby #jaune arc #ranger jaune arc

[supersaiyanjedi14]

RWBY COMBAT ANALYSIS: JAMES IRONWOOD

"You can label me whatever you'd like, but the fact of the matter is I was right! The minute I softened, let my guard down, that's when Salem had her opening. All excellent philosophical points that won't matter if Salem wins. […]  I am done letting others' inability to see the big picture get in the way of doing what's right. Robyn, the council, this Kingdom... even you.”

PHYSICAL

A human male, General James Ironwood’s exact age during the events of the series is unstated, though as a peer of the likes of Qrow Branwen, Jacques Schnee and Arthur Watts, I’d estimate him to be in his late 40s to early 50s.  By the time of his death, two years after the Fall of Beacon, Ironwood had spent the bulk of his career as part of the Atlas Armed Forces, raising in the ranks to eventually become commander in chief of the Atlas army and later headmaster of Atlas Huntsman Academy.  These joint positions earned him an unprecedented two seats on the Atlas Council, a factor that flavored the rest of his controversial life.  However, while he represented the standard to which Atlesian Huntsmen and soldiers were compared, Ironwood was far from a conventional specimen.  His most defining trait was his extensive cybernetic implants, his chosen treatment option for the multitude of combat injuries he sustained over the course of his life.  By the end of the Atlas crisis, Ironwood had replaced both of his arms, his right leg, and the entire right half of his torso with robotic prosthetics, while an additional implant was installed into his forehead to link up the cybernetics with his higher brain function.  While the full extent of Ironwood’s torso cybernetics in relation to his biological body has never been explored, I believe a good frame of reference would be those of the Star Wars antagonist Darth Vader, who was outfitted with various replacement organs to supplement his respirator and artificial bones and ligaments to reinforce his skeleton.  However, where Vader’s reconstruction was restricted by the severity of his injuries and the need to preserve as much of his living flesh as possible, most of Ironwood’s cybernetics were merely a treatment option rather than lifesaving necessities, and he was all too willing to sacrifice his physical form in the name of continuing the fight.  As a result, Ironwood’s prosthetics were both far more intrusive than was standard and designed to be combatively reliable, James’ ultimate goal being to become something more than human in order to combat the horrors of Salem.

While Ironwood’s willingness to discard his body for metal boded poorly for his restraint and principles, their practical benefits more than made up for it, making him one of the most physically powerful combatants of his day.  Standing at a towering 6’6”, Ironwood’s cybernetic proportions closely approximated the muscular athletic build he no doubt sported as a young man, further distinguished by his graying black hair and beard, blue eyes, and pale skin tone.  The most visible advantage of Ironwood’s metallic body was his incredible physical might, taking his already heavy-handed approach to combat and augmenting it with the benefits of robotics.  He has casually manhandled high-caliber Grimm with his bare hands, lifted and thrown adult humans with an outstretched arm, crushed stone in his grip, and even smashed his own tactical console to pieces with a pair of slammed fists in a fit of anger.  Given that his Aura was depleted when he lifted Arthur Watts over the Amity Arena lava pit, I feel comfortable saying that Ironwood’s baseline strength level was superhuman, his prosthetics specifically designed to surpass what his “weaker” flesh and blood could achieve.  Compared to his peers, though few of Ironwood’s adversaries were particularly domineering, I think it is only reasonable to assume that only similar heavyweights could realistically challenge his strength.  The only instance of Ironwood lacking confidence in his muscles and servos was against Penny Polendina, a designed and built combat drone far beyond mortal athleticism, motivating him to draw Due Process’s energy cannon instead.  Despite this heavy emphasis on strength, the general’s other attributes were also polished.  Though he favored grounded footwork and postures, rarely employing acrobatics, Ironwood was still quick on his feet, covering ground with power jumps, combat rolls, and running charges.  While they appeared to be nimbler, neither Watts nor Lie Ren appeared to have any meaningful speed advantage over Ironwood, who kept up with them in close quarters and even overpowered them.  While Winter Schnee was conclusively faster than him, this is no sign of weakness given her status as one of the most accomplished acrobats in the setting, and even then, his stalwart foundation and footwork allowed him to keep up with her.  Furthermore, Ironwood’s reflexes were still polished enough to avoid point-blank gunfire, and he was skilled in the use of combat propellants to enable more dynamic maneuvers, freely using the gravity Dust in Due Process’s black half to launch himself across the battlefield.  While the metal fingers of his cybernetic arms likely hampered his fine dexterity, Ironwood was still able to execute controlled technique-based attacks in battle, expertly wielding his guns as bludgeons on multiple occasions and easily keeping up with Lie Ren in a fist fight.

As has already been stated, Ironwood was a lifelong veteran soldier and Huntsman with a history of severe injury, the extensiveness of his cybernetics pointing to the amount of punishment he has had to endure.  Between his prosthetics functioning as natural armor and his own incredible will to fight, Ironwood possessed an astronomical tolerance for pain and injury.  During the Fall of Beacon, Ironwood endured a shuttle crash when his hacked AK-200 drones turned on him, and despite his clothing getting ripped apart, indicating an at least damaged Aura, he powered through and went on to demolish scores of drones in the battle.  During his confrontation with Watts, Ironwood was regularly battered against the anti-gravity biome’s walls, was struck by several of Watts’ standard and Dust bullets, and finally broke his Aura when he tackled Watts off a platform and struck the arena floor.  When Watts trapped his arm in a hard light barrier, Ironwood endured the agony of burning off his own skin to escape, sacrificing his arm before beating the scientist into the dirt.  Even his defeats have only come from overwhelming force.  At Atlas Academy, Ironwood was only brought down by the combined might of Team JNOR, Emerald Sustrai and Winter Schnee, subjecting him to a kick to the face, a flurry of thrown ice shards, multiple hits from the Long Memory, a direct hit from a charged Magnhild, getting run down by a charging Summoned Manticore, and finally a slash across the abdomen before he went down.  Winter only defeated Ironwood when she assumed the power of the Winter Maiden and deflected a shot from Due Process’s energy cannon back in his face, bringing him to his knees.  However, while Ironwood’s cybernetics allowed him to maintain his output in the long term, his overall stamina was surprisingly lackluster.  By the time the Watts fight reached its final bout after only a few minutes, Ironwood was visibly fatigued, displaying labored breathing and less crisp transitions in his style.  While the force he was up against at the academy was far greater than anyone could ever deal with, Ironwood still burned out fast, and it is worth noting that the general is one of the few characters who has actually lost consciousness when his Aura broke.  Furthermore, despite his military discipline, Ironwood’s unwillingness to back down has led him to bite off more than he can chew and ignore dangers, needlessly subjecting himself to injury to force his way to victory.  Accordingly, his ultimate fall was a long-term grind, his composure whittled away by his growing paranoia and his body beaten to the point where he couldn’t even regain his feet, dying under the crushing weight of Atlas itself.

While Ironwood almost certainly wore combat armor during his early years as an Atlas soldier, even continuing to own a pair of pauldrons for emergencies, his role as Academy Headmaster and a member of the Atlas Council meant that he was rarely deployed into active combat.  As such, his usual choice of wardrobe was the Atlas Military Dress Uniform, though like other high-ranking Atlas operatives, his personal set was heavily personalized.  During Atlas’s last days, Ironwood’s uniform consisted of a dress shirt and tie underneath a double-breasted white jacket, military style trousers, steel-toed boots, and a heavy white overcoat.  He accessorized with a belt, bandolier, and a pair of white gloves, though after losing his left arm, he deliberately left the black prosthesis bare.  With his cybernetics functioning as built-in armor, Ironwood’s wardrobe could afford to emphasize mobility over protection, leaving him free to leverage his mechanical physique to its fullest.

RANKING: Tier 1, Baseline Superhuman

Cybernetic enhancement generally affords significant practical advantages in physical combat, but their general limitedness often prevents them from drastically elevating physical performance level, and most cyborgs are merely squishy meatbags with slightly less squishy bits.  However, James Ironwood’s extremely extensive cybernetics push him far beyond the standard, his prosthetics serving as both remedies to hold his body together and a preemptive measure to prevent him from breaking again.  Ironwood is inarguably one of the toughest and strongest combatants in the setting, demonstrating physical might far beyond a mortal man’s and an absolutely inhuman tolerance for injury.  Considering that James was perfectly willing to burn off his own arm, there is no telling how far this man will go to achieve victory.  Ironwood’s only real limitation is his poor sustainability, indicating that he does have a limit to his performance and made all the worse by his refusal to cut his losses.  Fatigue, both physical and mental, is James Ironwood’s biggest handicap, but pushing the general to that point will be an incredibly uphill battle, given that he is, quite literally, built like a tank.

MARTIAL

James Ironwood was armed with a paired set of heavy pistols known as Due Process, an ironic name if there ever was one. Combining aspects of both a revolver and semi-automatic pistol, each gun appeared to be about a foot and a half long, 5 inches thick, and designed with floral patterns engraved on the slide.  Each pistol featured a secondary trigger that enabled it to fire specialized ammunition alongside standard rounds.  The primary weapon was silver colored and loaded with explosive rounds, the yield strong enough to knock an alpha Beowolf into the air and reduce entire squads of AK-200 combat drones to shrapnel.  The second pistol had a black finish along the slide and grips and was loaded with gravity Dust bullets, capable of generating shockwaves powerful enough to propel Ironwood through the air.  Given that Ironwood was prepared to immediately execute Marrow Amin with the black pistol after the Faunus went AWOL, it is entirely possible that the Dust rounds were powerful enough to either break or penetrate Auras with a solid direct hit.  Furthermore, the pistols were durable enough to be used as bludgeons in close quarters combat, one of Ironwood’s favorite tactics being to grab the weapon by the barrel and use it as a club when out of ammo. Overall, a simple yet reliably lethal weapon set, perfect for Atlas’s perfect soldier.

As the head of the Atlas Military and a professional Huntsman, James Ironwood obviously possessed the standard training background of his contemporaries, likely graduating from Atlas Huntsman Academy before enlisting his talents in the Special Operatives Division just as his later subordinates Winter Schnee and Clover Ebi did.  Accordingly, he was familiar with the various ways to dispatch the creatures of Grimm and trained in the use of various military grade weapons and advanced hand to hand combat.  A hardened soldier, his talents as a marksman and martial artist were built up through rigorous battlefield experience, and while his role as academy headmaster and government councilor meant he was rarely seen in the field, he clearly stayed on top of his training.  By the end of his life, Ironwood stood as one of the most skilled and tenacious martial combatants of his day, effectively setting the mold for what Atlas Academy expected of its students.  Ironwood’s personal fighting style was extremely physical, taking full advantage of his cybernetics to deliver a devastating offensive barrage, launching everything he had at the enemy and refusing to give an inch of ground.  When at a distance, Ironwood relied on his exceptional marksmanship to dispatch opponents, alternating between single shots and dual wielding bullet swarms.  Though he could expertly chain together sporadic bursts of gunfire to force opponents back, he overwhelmingly favored single shot takedowns.  Against single adversaries, he homed in on his target and sought to destroy it with a precise killshot, nailing direct hits on Arthur Watts twice during their battle at Amity Colosseum.  In group engagements, Ironwood switched over to explosive rounds, clearing away large groups of enemies with a single blow, as seen when he destroyed large squads of AK-200s during the Fall of Beacon.  When forced to close the distance, Ironwood relied heavily on brutal close quarters combat techniques to overpower his enemies, wielding his guns as extensions of his body.  His pistol whips were swift, powerful, and decidedly lethal, even when utilizing heavy ordnance analogous to Due Process’s energy cannon.  When completely unarmed, Ironwood fully leveraged his cyborg strength through devastating punches, kicks, grapples, and tackles intended to subdue the enemy as directly and efficiently as possible.  Despite this blunt offensive stance, Ironwood was not some mindless brawler flailing around. His unarmed skills were in fact quite sophisticated, clearly holding a dominant edge over Watts and fighting evenly with Lie Ren despite the latter having access to his weapons.  If forced to defend, Ironwood’s policy was “endure and power through”, holding his ground and shrugging off hits before resuming the offensive.  He employed deft evasions and sidesteps when dodging bullets, and when in close quarters he used his armored limbs to block attacks before manhandling the opponent to force open their defenses.  Additionally, Ironwood’s understanding of his weapons’ functions allowed him to leverage the recoil for practical purposes, regaining his stance by blasting himself back to his feet.  He bolstered his focused offensive technique with his Semblance and Dust loadout, striking with absolute commitment and intensity while adding more power to his attacks with elemental fury.

Ironwood was a reasonably capable military strategist, clearly understanding the value of his army’s strength and building his approach around leveraging this as fully as possible.  However, Ironwood was no planner, his strategies mostly boiling down to building up his foundation to make an instrument that could overpower virtually any challenger while also being nearly impossible to overpower in turn.  He expressed this both in preparing his forces and training his own students, investing heavily in the development of the Atlesian Knight drones and enjoying regular sparring matches with Oscar Pine.  When commanding armies, he deployed his heavily armed and armored troops in as great numbers as possible, bringing down the hammer with an unstoppable force of offensive might.  This approach proved successful at the Breach and in the early stages of the Battle of Atlas, the Atlas troops’ superior weapons and equipment allowing them to steamroll the various creatures of Grimm while also halting their advance long enough to develop a devastating counteroffensive.  When he was personally fighting, Ironwood used these same tactics to turn battles into slugging matches where his cyborg strength and heavy guns could dominate.  When confronted by the Alpha Beowolf at Amity, Ironwood rushed in and attacked directly, bracing up against the beast’s charge before shooting an explosive round into the ground, blowing it off its feet and allowing Ironwood to more easily manhandle it before shooting it in the head.  As seen in his battle with Arthur Watts two years later, Ironwood was an expert at alternating his offensive abilities to keep up the pressure.  He would propel himself with his guns’ recoil to close the distance then rapidly switch between standard, explosive, and Dust ammunition to hammer the target’s defenses.  In close quarters, he employed the same methodology with his unarmed skills and pistol whips, each strike aimed at staggering or subduing the enemy in one fell swoop.  His confrontation with Team JNR at Atlas Academy showed his ability to apply his tactics to group engagements, managing to overmatch the attacks of Jaune Arc, Oscar Pine and Lie Ren by seizing their arms and weapons and forcing open their defenses.

In all things Ironwood showed an emphasis on overwhelming power as a solid general-purpose solution, dominating his opponents rather than undermining or subverting them.  Appropriately, his ultimate trump cards were the most devastating weapons he could get his hands on.  Against Salem’s army, Ironwood used his troops to stall for time as he prepared a Dust warhead to obliterate the Monstra.  In personable combat, Ironwood literally pulled out the big guns by outfitting Due Process with a large cannon.  Less wieldy but more powerful, the cannon fired massive bolts of green energy capable of destroying heavy machinery and overpowering advanced ethereal defenses, punching through a hard-light Dust prison cell like wet paper and later overwhelming Winter Schnee’s black glyphs.  Even with the extra heft of the cannon, Ironwood was still perfectly capable of swinging it around as a bludgeon, demonstrating the intensity and commitment that Ironwood brought to all of his skills.  However, Ironwood’s tactics also demonstrate his serious weaknesses as a tactical thinker, weaknesses worsened by his pride and fear.  Because his entire approach was built around leveraging strength and power for maximum effect, Ironwood was ineffective against more defensive and subversive opponents who could prevent him from bringing his full might to bear, while his overreliance on offense left him exposed to retaliation and tunnel vision.  Despite being a physical lightweight with minimal dedication to physical combat, Watts was able to contend with Ironwood by maintaining a slippery retreat through the anti-gravity biome, forcing the general to chase after him while he chipped away at him from a distance.  Ironwood was either unaware or unconcerned that he was being baited, continuing to come after Watts and getting his arm caught in the ring trap for his trouble.  A similar fate befell him at the academy, his focus on each of his opponents individually leaving him blind to the various counters they levied against him, wearing him down.  While Ironwood has displayed clever maneuvers in the past, such as when he outflanked Watts and Amity and surprised Winter with a pistol whip, these displays were a major exception to the rule. Whenever his preferred methods were questioned or his plans fell apart, Ironwood doubled down and fought harder, essentially forcing problems to become a nail for his hammer.  

Ironwood’s tactical tunnel vision was most visibly demonstrated in his grand strategy blunders, stubbornly maintaining a military presence at the Vytal Festival and continuing the Amity Project while ignoring the concerns and protests his actions sparked in Mantle.  Ironwood was at his best when his blunt approach was tempered by his more moderate allies, deferring to Ozpin’s subtler methods on multiple occasions despite their disagreements.  When leading the charge, however, his stubborn persistence was his greatest undoing, allowing Salem and Cinder Fall to exploit and manipulate him on several occasions and essentially do their work of dividing humanity for them.  When Cinder infiltrated the academy, Ironwood, convinced that Salem’s forces were with her, decided to abandon the Amity project and use the Staff of Creation to raise Atlas further into the atmosphere, abandoning Mantle to the Grimm.  While Team RWBY’s attempts to talk sense into Ironwood fell on deaf ears partially due to their previous withholding of information, Ironwood’s flat admittance of the severity of his decision showed his commitment to a decision regardless of the consequences.  Between ordering RWBY and co.’s arrests, murdering Councilman Sleet, attempting to execute the defecting Marrow Amin, and finally deciding to drop the Dust warhead on Mantle, Ironwood demonstrated an increasingly severe disregard for outside input or the questioning of what he and he alone saw as what was best for others.  This arrogant short-sightedness directly contributed to his inability to anticipate the actions of his adversaries, underestimating Ruby’s resolve to save both Atlas and Mantle and being caught completely off guard by JNR’s ambush.  When Watts disabled Ironwood’s cell during Cinder’s orchestrated chaos, the general emerged as a vessel of petty vengeance, murdering Jacques Schnee out of sheer contempt and triggering a pointless confrontation with Winter in the Relic vault to claim the Staff.  While the two were able to fight on even footing, Ironwood’s brutal offensive allowed him to bully through Winter’s more delicate style and overpower her, proving that his martial might was extremely formidable despite its straightforwardness.  Unfortunately, Ironwood was finally confronted by someone he could not simply overpower when Winter received the Maiden’s power upon Penny Polendina’s death, blasted into a crater by his own deflected shot.

RANKING: Tier 3, Standard Mastery

James Ironwood’s track record demonstrates a powerful, flexible, and ruthless martial combatant, capable of operating in just about any combat scenario with similar levels of comfort while bringing overwhelming force in all areas.  His solid general-purpose weapon complements his fighting style and provides him with a solid array of offensive options, while his perseverance under fire allows him to keep up the pressure even in the face of staunch resistance.  However, though certainly not unintelligent, Ironwood’s demonstrations also highlight his inability to think outside the box, failing to subvert his opponents or control the fight in a broad sense, and more disastrously, failing to prevent the opponent from doing the same to him.  While political controversy obviously does not factor heavily into combative effectiveness, his ineffectual leadership in the crises of Volumes 7 and 8 does offer insight into his tactical failings.  His only recourse to any situation being to throw brute force at it and keep it up until the enemy finally breaks, and he has nothing to fall back on if sheer strength fails.  Still, this does not make Ironwood’s method ineffective or crude. His power and skill is undeniable, and anyone who opposed the general would be in for a whole Kingdom of pain.

SPECIAL

James Ironwood’s Semblance was an ability he called “Mettle”.  A passive power, Mettle allowed Ironwood to strengthen his resolve and hyper-focus on his chosen goals, blocking out interference from both the world around him and his own reservations in order to drive him forward.  When using this ability, injuries, odds, and even morality were non-issues to the general, turning himself into a deliberate machine of war who will achieve his goal or die trying.  Unsurprisingly for anyone who’s been with the show since this Semblance’s reveal, the exact nature and effect of Mettle is not clearly defined, especially since its properties are so heavily tied to Ironwood’s personality and character arc.  However, I do believe that Mettle’s specifics can be reasonably inferred based on what we do know.  A common element whenever this power is shown or heavily implied to be in effect is Ironwood’s calm, borderline soulless, demeanor, even if the instance is shortly after a strong emotional outburst.  When he decided to bomb Mantle, Ironwood was collected and relaxed (at least in a general sense) despite having smashed his tactical map to pieces in a fit of frustration not a minute earlier.  As such, it is my belief that Mettle, in practice, serves as a naturally induced stress relief agent, numbing Ironwood’s nerves to help him regain and maintain his composure, a critical asset for a soldier in the field.  To reference Star Wars again, Mettle has a lot of elements in common with the Expanded Universe power known as Battlemind, an inwardly directed telepathic mediation that Force-sensitives used to improve their focus and composure in combat.*  Battlemind is also known to enable users to dispel negative emotion and telepathic attacks, and the former seems to be precisely how Mettle seems to work.  With this power, Ironwood could essentially induce a state of mind where he could power through any obstacle, injury or distraction by simply ignoring it, homing in on his goal and pursuing it with all the unrestricted power he could bring to bear.  Unfortunately, this factor also contributed heavily to his tactical limitations, so focused on his given objective that he was often blind to outside factors.  Narrowing your focus might be a good call when you’re throwing hands with a rabid Beowolf or sniping someone, but trying to do the same in a tense political situation or a cunning trickster will leave you unable to see the forest for the trees.

Outside of his Semblance, Ironwood also incorporated Dust into his standard combat equipment, specifically gravity Dust bullets incorporated into the black half of Due Process.  While most of the information here was already brough up in the Martial Arts assessment, the nature of these rounds still demonstrate an additional combative layer to Ironwood’s abilities.  Black or purple in color, gravity Dust could affect gravitational fields to generate fields of force to either propel or attract outside objects.  When used by Huntsmen in battle, gravity Dust often functioned as a form of limited telekinesis, manipulating the trajectory of weapons or projectiles for sustained or directed flight or generating powerful concussive shockwaves.  In Ironwood’s case, the use of Dust in his pistol rounds was based around the latter application.  The most obvious advantage of this feature, like most Dust ammunition, was enhancing the power of the projectiles, drastically enhancing the stopping power.  Though seemingly a conventional power, Ironwood has utilized this property very inventively, particularly regarding the recoil.  Similarly to Ruby Rose’s own use of Dust ammo in Crescent Rose, Ironwood utilized the shockwaves created by the gravity field to propel himself though the battlefield, functionally flying through the air.  With only a few shots, he was able to reach Watts’ high ground position while also evading the scientist’s own attacks, and when he was caught in a geyser, Ironwood only needed a single bullet to arrest his fall and return to the platform almost immediately.  Given that Ironwood is obviously not being blasted back into walls every time he shoots the black gun, it is likely that he incorporated technology into the pistol to enable some degree of control over the energy level, adjusting the intensity for different purposes.  Where the full-powered blasts were enough to launch him up to great heights, a direct hit from one of the more controlled rounds sent Watts tumbling across the platforms but otherwise did not harm him, appropriate given Ironwood’s objective in capturing Watts rather than killing him.  Furthermore, Ironwood’s attempted execution of Marrow Amin with the black Due Process leads me to believe that the Dust rounds could penetrate, or at least damage, passive Auras when used at the higher levels.

Ironwood’s Semblance and Dust loadout served as direct supplements to his martial methods, elevating his ruthless offensive with artificially induced focus and intensity and elemental warfare by way of his special ammunition.  Leveraging Mettle has led to some of Ironwood’s most compelling accomplishments, powering through seemingly impossible odds to achieve his chosen objective regardless of what happened in the process.  At Beacon, he charged the Alpha Beowolf head-on and was able to cooly overpower the creature in the bind.  Against Watt’s, Ironwood’s determination allowed him to eventually close the distance with Watt’s slippery retreat and eventually overpower him, responding to the doctor’s subversions and traps as mere speedbumps rather than distractions.  Even his own pain and injuries were able to be overlooked in this manner.  However, therein lies his weakness.  Despite these advantages and his range of applications, Ironwood’s special abilities fail to truly diversify his loadout, as all of his options are merely another tool to allow him to overpower the opponent directly rather than control the fight in a broad sense.  More severely, they in fact contribute to his lack of tactical foresight.  Where other combatants with metaphysical semblances, such as Qrow Branwen and Maria Calavera, have been able to adapt their powers to help control the flow of the engagement, Ironwood simply leaned on the basic properties of his abilities to force his way through situations.  While a combination of Mettle and his own iron will allowed him to escape the ring trap and defeat Watts, Ironwood still subjected himself to unnecessary injury in order to attack Watts directly, throwing away his arm in pursuit of victory.  Even beforehand when Watts caught his ankle in ice, Ironwood’s decision was to shoot it free so as to continue his pressure regardless of the tool he was taking.  As Ironwood continued to slip into madness, his intense focus made him shortsighted and blind to other threats, his decision to bomb Mantle and complete unwillingness to budge on the idea alienating the last of his allies, up to and including the previously loyal Winter.

RANKING: Tier 3, Specialized Combat

Even if my theories of how Mettle works are wrong, there is no denying that James Ironwood’s special abilities elevate his fighting style into something greater than the sum of its parts.  With Mettle’s hyper focus and his Dust’s devastating power, he brings his already domineering approach to battle to new heights by focusing his intensity and empowering his attacks.  Despite this, Ironwood’s use of his abilities remains in a very narrow fashion, simply relying on the mind-numbing properties of Mettle and the power generated by his Dust to continue battering the opposition with brute strength.  Ironwood has certainly mastered his traits and capitalized on their benefits, but his mastery functionally amounts to a one-trick pony.  Instead of using Mettle to improve his laser focus where and when he needs it, Ironwood constantly spammed it so that he could ignore all distractions while he overpowered the opponent directly.  Rather than providing him with options and versatility, Ironwood’s powers were just another club in his hands, and his use of them was ultimately devoid of subtly or tactical considerations.  Instead, James Ironwood’s special abilities followed the mindset of “Once I see you, I’m going to beat the crap out of you.”

OVERALL RANKING: TIER 3, ADVANCED HUNTSMAN

As an overall combatant, James Ironwood serves as a quintessential example of the best that can be achieved through the direct application of power.    Between his cybernetic enhancements, masterful marksmanship, expert unarmed combat skills, hyper focusing Semblance, and powerful Dust ammunition, Ironwood possessed all the tools he needed to overpower nearly any potential challenger, be it a battle of body, arms, or spells, all brought to a pint by an obscene will to fight.  The problem is that this is all he can do, and his straightforward tactics mean that he doesn’t have the means or willingness to adjust his approach to different situations.  Despite his superhuman physique, Ironwood’s capabilities are not so overwhelming that less physically able opponents cannot contend, and it ultimately does not drastically offset his more consistent standing as a martial artist or ethereal combatant.  Like many other Tier 3s, Ironwood is flexible but not to the point of actual versatility, all his offensive options being ONLY offensive options.  Given how his fighting style is built upon fully capitalizing on his physical capabilities, it is only appropriate that Ironwood’s body is the perfect metaphor for his strengths and weaknesses.  Ironwood is trying to be the strongest piece on the board that can stand up and defeat any potential threat, just as he adopted increasingly intrusive prosthetics to make himself stronger than any other human.  However, just as no one person can fight a war on their own, Ironwood’s body is too weak to shoulder all the demands he is placing on it in the long term.  Just because you can fight to the death does not mean you need to fight to the death.  Ironwood will ignore injuries and continue fighting until he is dead, but as a result, he’s burning his candle from both ends by forcing his way through hits he doesn’t need to take.  Rather than building himself into an unstoppable juggernaut, Ironwood is a gas guzzler that can only go one way- forward.

For all his power, James Ironwood ultimately failed to become the mighty hero he believed himself to be, both because he was operating way out of his area of expertise and because he was afflicted by an overwhelming hubris.  Despite his military mindset, Ironwood has spent the past decade or so prior to Volumes 7 and 8 as a peacetime politician and academic administrator rather than a frontline commander.  While his snap judgements and demands of unwavering obedience are viable on the battlefield, where questioning the commander always leads to disaster and death, his attempts to apply that same mentality to grand strategy and government policy left him with an increasingly ruthless need for control.  Ironically similar to Adam Taurus, Ironwood believed that he and he alone could bring about the success of his mission, and anything that challenged this perspective was a threat to be quashed. To Ironwood, if one did not approach the war with Salem with his views and strategies, they were ineffectual, naive, or simply too weak to do what had to be done. And rather than take in input from others, he simply surrounded himself with blindly obedient followers who would lay down their lives in service to him, all while insisting that others be grateful for his “hard decisions” even as they suffered for them.  James Ironwood was a powerful warrior, but he was overly aggressive, bull headed, short sighted, and dare I say it, tactless.  Instead of seeing Salem as the deceptive chess master she was or Ruby as a source of valid concern for his actions, Ironwood only saw more nails for him to hammer.  And by the time he realized his hammer was broken, it was too little too late, having burned all his bridges fighting his friends rather than uniting against his enemies.

*originally posted on RoosterTeeth Community page on 12-10-21*

* images taken from RWBY Wiki *

RWBY Combat Analysis

*(Wookiepedia article on Battlemind)

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[incorrect-bhaalspawn-quotes]

Garrick: Wow. I keep stepping on a lot of crunchy twigs.

Branwen: Those are bones.

Garrick: Not if I never look down.

#source: the owl house #baldur's gate #incorrect bhaalspawn quotes #bg1 #garrick #branwen

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[the-path-to-redemption]

Genuine question: what's wrong with Raven being pale and with her outfit?

Most of her body is covered and it's not tight, and many anime characters and japanese people are white

I'm not trying to argue or anything I just don't see the issue (coming from a middle eastern woman)

Let's unpack.

Raven and Qrow are based after Nordic/Scandinavian mythological figures, Muninn and Huginn, the birds of Odin.

Branwen is a Welsh name, another European nation oceans apart from Japan.

Raven is designed with very pale skin, almost bone white, non-Asian features and has a very white name and allusion.

So, why on earth was Raven designed as a samurai (doesn't matter how covered up she is with that fucking miniskirt) when she should look something like Freya from God of War at the very least?

And Anon...no. No. I'm light-skinned, and in no fucking timeline or scenario would I EVER consider myself as white. The anime characters who has Japanese names and were written by Japanese people are more Japanese than fucking Raven, no matter how pale they are. Because they're still intended to be Asian.

Japanese people aren't white. And there's Japanese people with darker skin. They've faced enough colorism in their own fucking community already, so don't say that they're fucking white because they're pale or not Asian because they're dark-skinned.

The problem is RWBY is extremely Orientalist, fetishism for the women, straight up racism for the men. Raven is part of this issue, because she's a white woman parading around in a samurai outfit because it looked cool.

You can keep the bird aesthetic as well as the black-red color scheme, but it didn't need to be like this.

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[densesindealer]

My Full Muse List, Updated

I decided to go through and update my entire muse list, adding and removing characters, and I decided to make a post with the list that I intend to give easy to find tags on my blog, or to pin it later on.

All male muses can be used for gender transformation asks, and any males from their series can be used for gender transformation asks so long as they follow the other rules of my blog. This applies even if a male character from the series isn't normally on my muse list as their male counterpart. I.E. Byakuya from Danganronpa as a woman with Makoto, or Bakugou from My Hero Academia as a woman with Midoriya.

Danganronpa

Makoto Naegi

Junko Enoshima

Mukuro Ikusaba

Celestia Ludenberg

Aoi Asahina

Sayaka Maizono

Kyoko Kirigiri

Sakura Oogami

Toko Fukawa

Chiaki Nanami

Mikan Tsumiki

Hiyoko Saionji

Akane Owari

Peko Pekoyama

Ibuki Mioda

Mahiru Koizumi

Sonia Nevermind

Komaru Naegi

Kanon Nakajima

Hiroko Hagakure

Kotoko Utsugi

Monaca Towa

Chisa Yukizome

Miaya Gekkogahara

Seiko Kimura

Aiko Umesawa

Ando Ruruka

Kirumi Tojo

Tsumugi Shirogane

Angie Yonaga

Tenko Chabashira

Maki Harukawa

Miu Iruma

Kaede Akamatsu

Himiko Yumeno

Spy x Family

Yor Forger

Anya Forger

League Of Legends

Ahri

Akali

Senna

Miss Fortune

Lux

Jinx

Vex

Xayah

Vi

Annie

Ashe

Caitlyn

Irelia

Seraphine

Morgana

Neeko

My Hero Academia

Izuku Midoriya

Momo Yaoyorozu

Ochako Uraraka

Mina Ashido

Tsuyu Asui

Toru Hagakure

Kyouka Jirou

Mei Hatsume

Melissa Shield

Nejire Hado

Nemuri Kayama/Midnight

Rumi Usagiyama/Mirko

Kaoruko Awata/Bubble Girl

Emi Fukukado/Ms. Joke

Ryuku Tatsuma/ Ryukyu

Yu Takeyama/Mt. Lady

Shino Sosaki/Mandalay

Ryuko Tsuchikawa/Pixie-Bob

Tomoko Shiretoki/Ragdoll

Inko Midoriya

Mitsuki Bakugou

Kinoko Komori

Tokage Setsuna

Yui Kodai

Ibara Shiozaki

Pony Tsunotori

Itsuka Kendo

Reiko Yanagi

Himiko Toga

Manami Aiba/La Brava

Nana Shimura

Camie Utsushimi

Chitose Kizuki/Curious

Fuyumi Todoroki

Rei Todoroki

Kaina Tsutsumi/Lady Nagant

Merlin (BBC Series)

Merlin Ambrosius

Morgana Le Fay

High Priestess Nimueh

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Cho Chang

Luna Lovegood

Fleur DeLacour

Gabrielle DeLacour

Hermione Granger

Katie Bell

Alicia Spinnet

Angelina Johnson

Lavender Brown

Susan Bones

Hannah Abbott

Daphne Greengrass

Astoria Greengrass

Bellatrix Lestrange

Narcissa Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Nymphadora Tonks

Andromeda Tonks

Aurora Sinistra

Septima Vector

Tracey Davis

Rowena Ravenclaw

Helena Ravenclaw

Penelope Clearwater

Amelia Bones

Lily-Evans Potter

Rose Weasley

Lily Luna Potter

Sue Li

Romilda Vane

Padma Patil

Parvati Patil

Mirabel Garlick

AI The Somnium Files

Kaname Date

Aiba

Shizure Kuranushi/Boss

Mizuki Okiura

Iris Sagan

Amame Doi

Phoenix Wright

Phoenix Wright

Mia Fey

Maya Fey

Pearl Fey

Trucy Wright

Ema Skye

Franziska von Karma

Athena Cykes

Lana Skye

The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles

Ryunosuke Naruhodo

Susato Mikotoba

Iris Wilson

Nikolina Pavlova

Gina Lestrade

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson

Hazel Levesque

Piper McLean

Annabeth Chase

Reyna Ramirez-Arellano

Thalia Grace

Zoe Nightshade

Clarisse La Rue

Rachel Elizabeth Dare

Silena Beauregard

Sally Jackson

Bianca di Angelo

Calypso

Athena

Artemis

Aphrodite

Hera

Demeter

Hestia

Hecate

Persephone

Scooby-Doo

Norville ‘Shaggy’ Rogers

Daphne Blake

Velma Dinkley

Thorn

Luna

Dusk

Tanis The Mummy

Sibella Dracula

Phantasma

RWBY

Jaune Arc

Ruby Rose

Weiss Schnee

Blake Belladonna

Yang Xiao-Long

Pyrrha Nikos

Nora Valkyrie

Coco Adel

Velvet Scarlatina

Glynda Goodwitch

Cinder Fall

Neopolitan

Emerald Sustrai

Ilia Amitola

Winter Schnee

Willow Schnee

Kali Belladonna

Summer Rose

Raven Branwen

Salem

Penny Polendina

Neon Katt

Saphron Cotta-Arc

Terra Cotta-Arc

Street Fighter

Chun-Li

Cammy White

Rainbow Mika

Mortal Kombat

Johnny Cage

Cassie Cage

Kitana

Mileena

Tanya

Jade

Sindel

Skarlet

Jacqui Briggs

Li Mei

Cetrion

Sareena

Fairy Tale

Erza Scarlet

Lucy Heartfilia

Brandish U

Konosuba

Wiz

Aqua

Megumin

Darkness

Yunyun

Avatar The Last Airbender

Katara

Toph Beifong

Azula

Ty Lee

Danny Phantom

Ember Mclain

Dani Phantom

Sam Manson

Jazz Fenton

Madeline Fenton

Desiree

Johnny Test

Johnny Test

Susan Test

Mary Test

Sissy Blakely

Lila Test

DC Comics

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn

Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy

Thalia al Ghul

Zatanna Zatara/Zatanna

Barbara Ann Minerva/Cheetah

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman

Teen Titans

Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson/Robin/Nightwing

Rachel Roth/Raven

Komand’r/Blackfire

Tara Strong/Terra

Jynx

Arrowverse

Oliver Queen/Green Arrow

Barry Allen/The Flash

Nyssa al Ghul

Sara Lance/White Canary

Laurel Lance/Black Canary

Thea Queen/Speedy

Shado Fei

Caitlin Snow/Killer Frost

Kara Zor-El/Supergirl

Marvel Comics/MCU

Peter Quill/Star-Lord

Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Leopold ‘Leo’ Fitz

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Jean Grey

Emma Frost

Mary Jane Watson

Gwen Stacy

Gamora

Mantis

Susan Storm/The Invisible Woman

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Elektra

Kamala Khan/Mrs. Marvel

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel

Felicia Hardy

Kitty Pryde

X-23

Mystique

Ava Ayala/White Tiger

Lady Sif

Daisy Johnson/Quake

Jemma Simmons

Melinda May

Genshin Impact

Aether

Lumine

Amber

Kamisato Ayaka

Barbara

Jean

Beidou

Ningguang

Collei

Diona

Klee

Qiqi

Paimon

Eula

Rosaria

Fischl

Mona

Ganyu

Keqing

Yoimiya

Raiden Shogun

Kujou Sara

Yae Miko

Hu Tao

Sangonomiya Kokomi

La Signora

Lisa

Noelle

Shenhe

Sucrose

Xiangling

Yelan

Code Geass

Lelouch Lamperouge/Lelouch vi Britannia

C.C.

Cornelia li Britannia

Euphemia li Britannia

Nunnally vi Britannia

Kallen Kouzuki

Villetta Nu

Kaguya Sumeragi

Shirley Fenette

Milly Ashford

Nina Einstein

Cecile Croomy

Infinite Stratos

Ichika Orimura

Chifuyu Orimura

Madoka Orimura

Cecilia Alcott

Laura Bodewig

Lingyin Huang/Rin

Charlotte Dunois

Houki Shinonono

Tabane Shinonono

Tatenashi Sarashiki

Kanzashi Sarashiki

Maya Yamada

Guilty Crown

Shu Ouma

Inori Yuzuriha

Hare Menjou

Haruka Ouma

Mana Ouma

Tsugumi

Ayase Shinomiya

Durarara!!

Mikado Ryuugamine

Celty Sturluson

Anri Sonohara

Super Mario Bros/Super Crown

Luigi

Bowsette

Booette

Rosalina

Princess Peach

Princess Daisy

Shy Gal

Undertale

Frisk

Chara

Toriel

Undyne

Muffet

Temmie

Five Nights At Freddy’s

Toy Chica

Roxanne Wolf

Glamrock Chica

Vanessa

Vanny

Every Male Animatronic As A Female

Kingdom Hearts/Disney

Sora

Kairi

Aqua

Xion

Larxene

Namine

Mulan

Elsa

Go Go Tomago

Belle

Cinderella

Alice

Snow White

Rapunzel

Helen Parr/Elastigirl

Violet Parr

Mirage

Judy Hopps

Your Turn To Die

Sara Chidoun

Maple

Tia Safalin

Reko Yabusame

Kanna Kizuchi

Huniepop

Tiffany Maye

Audrey Belrose

Kyu Sugardust

Kyanna Delrio

Celeste Luvendass

Nekopara

Chocola

Vanilla

Coconut

Azuki

Maple

Cinnamon

Spartacus

Spartacus

Ilithyia

Mira

Persona Series

Yu Narukami

Akira Kurusu/Joker

Chie Satonaka

Yukiko Amagi

Naoto Shirogane

Rise Kujikawa

Margaret

Marie

Ann Takamaki

Shiho Suzui

Makoto Niijima

Haru Okumura

Futaba Sakura

Kasumi Yoshizawa

Sae Niijima

Tae Takemi

Sadayo Kawakami

Pixie

Angel

Succubus

Silky

Apsaras

Cybele

Yaksini

Ishtar

Leanan Sidhe

Clotho

Lachesis

Atropos

Hua Po

Lilim

Maria

Pokemon Series

Hypno

Rosa

Elesa

Hilda

May

Dawn

Jessie

Lillie

Lusamine

Bea

Serena

Misty

Officer Jenny

Nurse Joy

Nessa

Cynthia

Flannery

Marnie

Lorelai

Mallow

Serena

Sonia

Akari

Mai

Arezu

Irida

Palina

Magma Admin Courtney

Nemona

Iono

Tulip

Professor Sada

Professor Juniper

Rika

Dendra

Carmine

Doki Doki Literature Club

Monika

Yuri

Sayori

Natsuki

Overwatch

Hana Song/D.VA

Amelie Lecroux/Widowmaker

Ana Amari/Ana

Angela Ziegler/Mercy

Lena Oxton/Tracer

Olivia Colomar/Sombra

Fareeha Amari/Pharah

Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe/Ashe

Brigitte Lindholm/Brigitte

Echo

Mei-Ling Zhou/Mei

Kiriko Komori/Kiriko

Illari Quispe Ruiz/Illari

Zero Escape

Sigma Klim

Phi

Alice

Clover Field

Mira

Luna

Hazuki Kashiwabara/Lotus

Akane Kurashiki

Resident Evil

Ethan Winters

Leon Scott Kennedy

Mia Winters

Claire Redfield

Jill Valentine

Sherry Birkin

Ada Wong

Rebecca Chambers

Sheeva Alomar

Bela Dimitrescu

Ashley Graham

Eveline

Dragon Ball Z

Broly

Android 18

Android 21

Cheelai

Bulma

Chi-Chi

Towa

Vados

Kusu

Marcarita

Bioshock Infinite

Booker Dewitt

Elizabeth Comstock

Helltaker

Modeus

Lucifer

Cerberus

Judgement

Azazel

Malina

Pandemonica

Justice

Beelzebub

Zdrada

Kim Possible

Ron Stoppable

Bonnie Rockwaller

Shego

Kim Possible

Monster High

Draculaura

Clawdeen Wolf

Cleo de Nile

Lagoona Blue

Toralei Stripe

Abbey Bominable

Venus McFlytrap

Spectra Vondergeist

Final Fantasy

Tifa Lockhart

Aerith Gainsborough

Yuffie Kisaragi

Jessie Rasberry

Stardew Valley

Haley

Emily

Abigail

Leah

Maru

Robin

Jodi

Caroline

Animal Crossing

Isabella

Ankha

Fauna

Judie

Diana

Infamous Second Son

Delsin Rowe

Abigail ‘Fetch’ Walker

Saints Row

The Boss

Shaundi

Kinzie Kensington

Asha Odekar

KiKi DeWynter

Viola DeWynter

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Ruby

Lilith

Jo Harvelle

Ellen Harvelle

Ava Wilson

Bela Talbot

Sarah Blake

LOTR’s Shadow Of War

Talion

Shelob

Idril

Adventure Time

Marceline The Vampire Queen

Flame Princess

Ice Queen

Scream TV

Noah Foster

Riley Marra

Brooke Maddox

Piper Shaw

Dishonoured

Corvo Attano

Emily Kaldwin

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Xander Harris

Buffy Summers

Dawn Summers

Willow Rosenberg

Cordelia Chase

Jenny Calendar

Amy Madison

Drusilla

Faith Lehane

Tara Maclay

Darla

Until Dawn

Chris Hartley

Matt Taylor

Emily Davis

Jessica Riley

Samantha Griddings

Hannah Washington

Beth Washington

Corpse Party

Ayumi Shinozaki

Seiko Shinohara

Naomi Nakashima

Yui Shishido

Date A Live

Kurumi Tokisaki

Tohka Yatogami

Yoshino Himekawa

Gravity Falls

Dipper Pines

Pacifica Northwest

Tambry

Wendy Corduroy

Total Drama Island

Gwen

Lindsay

Heather

Bridgette

Courtney

Chuck

Charles ‘Chuck’ Bartowski

Ellie Bartowski

Sarah Walker

Carina Miller

Lou Palone

Anna Wu

Alex McHugh

Skyrim

Serana

Lydia

Aela

Beautiful Creatures

Ethan Wate

Lena Duchannes

Ridley Duchannes

Olivia ‘Liv’ Durand

Jurassic Park

Alan Grant

Zach Mitchell

Owen Grady

Ellie Sattler

Lex Murphy

Claire Dearing

Zara Young

Telltale’s The Walking Dead

Lee Everett

Javier Garcia

Clementine

Carley

Lily

Violet

Eleanor

Kate

iCarly/Victorious

Freddie Benson

Carly Shay

Sam Puckett

Jade West

Tori Vega

Trina Vega

Cat Valentine

Alice In Borderland

Ryouhei Arisu

Hikari Kuina

Rizuna An

Yuzuha Usagi

Asahi Kujō

Saori Shibuki

Elden Ring/Souls Series

Melina

Ranni

Sellen

The Fire Keeper

Lies Of P

Pinocchio

Sophia

Eugenie

Laxasia 

Belle

Red Fox

Youngest Of The Black Rabbit Brotherhood

Mascots

Wendy’s Mascot

Starbucks Girl

Samsung Sam

Miscellaneous

Wednesday Addams (The Addams Family)

Lola Bunny (Looney Tunes)

Nezuko Kamado (Demon Slayer)

Chika Fujiwara (Kaguya-Sama: Love Is War)

Hinata Hyuga (Naruto)

Akeno Himejima (High School DxD)

Rin Tohsaka (Fate/Stay Night)

Hestia (Is It Wrong To Try To Pick Up Girls In A Dungeon)

Jessica Rabbit (Who Framed Roger Rabbit?)

Lara Croft (Tomb Raider)

Samus Aran (Metroid)

Ahsoka Tano (Star Wars)

Juliet Starling (Lollipop Chainsaw)

Morrigan Aensland (Darkstalkers)

Kitty Katswell (Tuff Puppy)

Palutena (Kid Icarus)

Faith Seed (Far Cry 5)

Marge Simpson (The Simpsons)

Lois Griffin (Family Guy)

Vanessa Doofenshmirtz (Phineas & Ferb)

Ciri (The Witcher)

Quiet (Metal Gear Solid)

Loona (Helluva Boss)

Tigress (Kung Fu Panda)

Frankie Foster (Foster’s Home For Imaginary Friends)

Super Sonico (Nitroplus)

Faith Connors (Mirror’s Edge)

Mavis Dracula (Hotel Transylvania)

2B (Nier Automata)

Alice Angel (Bendy And The Ink Machine)

Piper Wright (Fallout 4)

Saeko Busujima (Highschool Of The Dead)

Komi Shouko (Komi Can’t Communicate)

Rem (Re:Zero)

Raphtalia (Rising Of The Shield Hero)

Velvet Crowe (Tales Of Berseria)

Smurfette (The Smurfs)

Lady Love Dies (Paradise Killer)

Tatsumaki (One Punch Man)

#dense's thoughts #muses