#jadekitty777

[itsclydebitches]

But imagine tweaking it a bit: Oscar IS made aware of the bomb threat. Tries to escape. Salem shows us how evil she truly is by getting one of her Grimm to target the bomb (or doing it herself with her magic). It blows up, killing the ace ops and a good section of the army around them. Everything seems hopeless. Oscar is now forced to use the Long Memory's power. When asked why he didn't do it before, he explains it was a one use thing and only a temporary fix to buy them time.

Yes! All of which (sadly) requires the writers managing their plot, questions, and expectations. Let’s lay out a few, potential scenarios real quick under the plot “YJR know about the bomb, but Oscar doesn’t.” 

Expectation: YJR will tell Oscar about the bomb 

Question: Is that at all dangerous? 

Answer #1: It is not

Result: They escape without repercussions, successfully rescuing Oscar before the Ace Ops destroy the whale 

***

Expectation: YJR will tell Oscar about the bomb

Question: Is that at all dangerous? 

Answer #2: It is. Salem, with her weird grimm powers, or simply being nearby, is able to find out about the bomb when Oscar does

Result: Salem destroys the bomb with one of her grimm/magic, killing the Ace Ops rather than her whale 

***

Expectation: YJR will tell Oscar about the bomb

Question #2: What if they’re not able to? What if they never find him to tell him this? 

Answer #1: Oscar is forced to make decisions without that input

Result #1: Oscar uses his magic unnecessarily, losing the group a powerful weapon in the process 

***

Expectation: YJR will tell Oscar about the bomb

Question #2: What if they’re not able to? What if they never find him to tell him this?

Answer #2: Oscar, unaware of the danger, is not inclined to move quickly, remaining in his cell, trying to fight Salem, etc. 

Result #2: Oscar dies/is injured like YJR originally worried he would be 

There’s a huge number of combinations here, with multiple more answers/results appearing depending on how characters react. (For example, Salem may decide on a course of action other than attacking the bomb.) But the point is that one thing feeds into the next. There’s a throughline we can follow, a cause and effect that makes sense not only for the characters’ personalities/knowledge, but also for the audience’s knowledge. Right now, we don’t understand why the group wouldn’t mention THE most important info on this mission. We understand when Oscar learned about the cane’s power/how to use it. We don’t understand why this power is different from what was previously established (time). We don’t understand what the consequences of this are. Thus, the scenario we actually got breaks down in multiple places: 

Expectation: YJR will tell Oscar about the bomb

Question(s): Is that at all dangerous? What if they’re not able to? 

Answer(s): There are no answers. The group simply doesn’t tell Oscar for unestablished reasons 

Result: Oscar blows up the whale with an ability no one knew he had, for reasons that were both unnecessary (there was a bomb, he could have been told about it) and confusing in regards to his motivation (did he know the blast would kill the whale/all the grimm? Was that the main objective? What’s the point of slowing Salem down now without a larger plan in place? Especially since this resource is finite. Was he trying to help Hazel somehow? What did Oscar intend to do?) 

Additional expectation, as established by the canon: Using magic will hurry the merge along

Question(s): Does this mean Ozpin will have disappeared after Oscar used so much magic? Or will Oscar no longer sound like Oscar anymore? 

Answer/Result: No... but that’s because the consequence is now “We have less of a power no one knew we had until now” rather than “I’m less myself now that I’ve used magic.” We were given a result entirely independent of the established expectation 

It’s like if Ruby, completely out of the blue, introduced a consequence of using silver eyes too much. “If I use them again I’ll go blind.” Then she uses it again, but instead of going blind she reveals that silver eyes are just in short supply now. None of that makes sense. Your scenario is GREAT, but we’d have to go pretty far back into RWBY to allow it to happen. Establish what the cane does and that Oscar has this information. Show us the scene where he’s informed about the bomb. Explain how Salem found out about it too. Establish that using the cane is now the last-ditch effort to stop the whale/justify using that amount of power now (or establish that Oscar is making a mistake). Explain why other horrifying scenarios (like Beacon) supposedly weren’t horrifying enough for this very convenient, get out of jail free card. 

RWBY re-writers face incredible challenges because so many of the problems aren’t volume-specific, but rather spread across multiple seasons, if not the whole story. Getting Oscar to a place where using the cane feels satisfactory requires revising a good chunk of his time on screen, not just what we’ve seen most recently. 

#rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby volume 8 #mymetas #jadekitty777

[theonceoverthinker]

1/3 Dude, like the semblance line is hurtful enough, but combine that with “But he wouldn’t let up… If Clover had just-!” This is Qrow’s (and CRWBY’s) rational for what happened? He reached for his weapon when Clover only stood up. Then Robyn was the one to raise her weapon and shoot first. Clover’s first response was defense. But Qrow attacks HIM! Then raises his weapon first when they land in the snow. Qrow broke his trust thrice over. Yet he has the gall to say...

2/3 Clover should have worked with him when Tyrian arrived on the scene? At that point, he had no reason to believe Qrow wouldn’t backstab him. Angry pun intended. Qrow had all the power to stop that fight, whether it be by talking, surrendering or fleeing via birding away. He CHOSE to fight Clover and when he knew he ‘couldn’t win’ CHOSE to team up with Tyrian to take him out. Which is 100% confirmed by the “I made a deal with the darkness”. Qrow consciously made that choice and he knows it.

3/3 My point is, the story is trying to bend over backwards to point fingers back at Clover. So on top of the toxic ‘Qrow just wants Clover around to use his semblance’, we also have this disgusting display of victim shaming and I am not here for it. Also, I apologize for coming into your inbox to rant. TL;DR Yes it sucks, I absolutely agree lol

(I might keep using this gif for hot takes -- between this ask and the one that preceded it, it’s quite fitting for the absolute truth you’re all spitting about CRWBY’s fuckery)

1. Trust me, I greatly enjoyed receiving this rant! All of this pain just feels a little better when you know that you’re not the only one feeling it, that you’re not insane or delusional, especially when so many try to make you think that you are so you’ll shut up. There’s strength in unity.

2. Angry puns are the saddest puns. All puns should be full of love and humor, and it breaks my heart that our situation deems an angry pun so appropriate. That’s nothing wrong on your end, angry puns just make me so sad. :(

3. This shouldn’t be news to anyone in our fandom’s neck of the woods, but nothing about 7X12 makes a single ounce of sense. I used to say that things stopped making sense following the moment that the pilot died, but you reminding me how Qrow’s behavior following Clover reacting to Robyn pulling out her weapon destroys that illusion, and I couldn’t thank you more for bringing that to light. 

4. You are absolutely right. This is by no means a ‘Clover was wrong, Qrow was right’ situation, and seeing it treated as such is just plain insulting to our intelligence. It’s as you said, Qrow had plenty of opportunities to end this conflict well before he decided to work with Tyrian and for some reason took not a single one of them. They writers wanted their good luck vs. bad luck fight and didn’t care what OOC gymnastics they had to pull to get it. I’ve been saying this since the episode aired -- they valued a fight over their character work, and now, rather than acknowledge that episode’s poor choice, they’ve resorted to victim shaming (When the fault really just bad writing) to retcon the choice into making sense, and like you, I am not at all here for it!

#clover ebi #clover deserved better #rwde #qrow branwen #fair game #jadekitty777

[spectralscathath]

*SLAMS FIST DOWN* YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT. "Taiqrow Mermaid AU" STAT!!!

Originally was being written for Taiqrow week before University and Internships hit me like a fucking freight train, this is set in my very specific Mermaid universe that I like (and want to write more shippy oneshots in because I Love Mermaid AUs).

So the basis on this one is that Qrow and Raven are pirates, and Tai and Summer are mermaids. Tai and Summer got fished up by the twins, who are witchborn changelings (red-eyed individuals with magic, in the twin’s case, their ability to turn into birds, Children of Salem the Sea-witch, and generally seen as omens). Basically, the pirates want to sell the mermaids, and the twins get a change of heart, let them go, and they become a bit of a ‘us four against the world’ quartet. With Taiqrow, of course, since that was the theme of the week.

Here’s a long snippet!

~~~

Qrow scowled as the captain slammed the door behind him, leaving him in a tiny room below deck with a grumpy merman in a box. They didn’t want to waste any of the real crew on guard duty, so he and Raven got to be the expendable two. 

“Jerk,” he grumbled, wincing as Raven hit his arm. “Hey!”

“He kept us when our father died,” Raven scowled at him. “Show more respect.”

“Don’t you have a mermaid to keep alive?” Qrow sneered at her, giving her a shove back.

She rolled scornful red eyes at him and walked towards the other closet, where the silver-scaled mermaid was. He pulled a face at her back, his skin crawling at the sound of the closing door. 

Qrow grabbed a barrel and pulled it against the wall, sitting back on it as he stared at the wooden casket, large enough to fit a mermaid. They’d made them quick while they were still docked, same as how they made wooden barrels to store water. Qrow’s job was to periodically check to make sure the merman didn’t die in there, not before they could sell him.

He listened, hearing water sloshing inside, echoing the sound of waves against the ship’s hull. There was a faint scrabbling sound, before the lid was thumped on from the inside, the merman clearly trying to get out.

Qrow snarled and stalked over, pulling out the key and unlocking the damn lid so he could throw it open. “Will you shut up?”

The merman glared at him, teeth bared as his fin ears flared. His honey-gold scales covered his shoulders and back, his chest bare and tanned. The gills on his neck flapped, water sloshing around them. Qrow returned the filthy look. 

“Seriously, shut up. You’re gonna turn a ten day voyage into a nightmare if you keep it up, and if you break your damn hands that’s my hide they’re gonna take it out on. So can it.” He slammed the lid down and stomped back to his barrel, slouching against the wall and feeling trapped. He hated being below deck. He wanted to see the sky again, feel the air. 

The lid was pushed open, Qrow realising he’d forgotten to lock it up again as the merman sat up, looking around the dingy little room. He jumped back to his feet, scrambling for his key before he dropped it, the metal clattering on the floorboards. 

He cursed as he got down to find it, the lantern’s light not all that great for searching for things. “Fuck- where is it?”

“To your left.”

“Thanks.” His hand closed on the key as he picked it up, before he realised who talked. 

He whirled around, the merman resting his elbows on the side of his tub as he let his tail fins flop out the other side. The merman grinned at him, a blond brow quirking up. “You’re welcome.”

“You’re helpful,” Qrow snorted, trying to puzzle out why he’d even do that. The key was what kept him locked up.

But… even if Qrow couldn’t lock the casket, where was he meant to go? It wasn’t like he could walk up the stairs. Not with the tail. Qrow’s eyes were drawn to it, the translucent fins shimmery and delicate as water dripped off the edges. The merman noticed his scrutiny and flicked the end of his tail back a little, pulling it slightly out of view behind the box’s edge.

“So… what’s your name? I’m Taiyang.”

Qrow tore his eyes away from the fins and up to Taiyang’s face. “... Qrow.”

#asks #taiyang xiao long #qrow branwen #taiqrow #rwby #jadekitty777 #first drafts are so messy rip

[lacependragon]

Your Qrow Walk analysis reminded me - Did...did you notice the sort of floaty, swaying animation he had like from 2:35 to 2:40? Because I noticed and maybe it's just me but I was DYING of laughter. I'm not sure what the animators were doing, but something in the frame rate of it just makes Qrow look like a game character waiting for the player to pick back up the controller.

I didn’t notice that the first watch through but now I can’t unsee it. That’s brilliant. I love it. I think they were trying to convey that Qrow is pleased at how excited and happy the kids/Jaune are, but it looks a little… odd. The smile isn’t quite right and he just sways between Jaune and Clover. Feels weird, yo.

Thanks for pointing it out!

#jadekitty777 #rwby #rwby7 #rwby 7 #rwby spoilers #rwby 7 spoilers #rwby7 spoilers #v7 spoilers #volume 7 spoilers #first member spoilers #lace speaks #asks and answers

[eeveeluzine]

Any news on how the eeveeluzine is going with production?

Only the best news :DThe test print prototype of the eeveeluzine came in earlier this week and everything was, somehow, miraculously perfect - so the full print run has been greenlit!The merch is in various stages of production, all looking good.Now it’s just a waiting game...

#jadekitty777

[meek-minded-masochist]

So, for that prompt-thing, if you’re game for this, then I’ll raise you an interesting proposition: If I can get some Taiqrow with the prompt “Breathtaking”, you can totes throw a prompt back at me and I’ll write you a Taiqrow drabble in return. (I miss reading my boys… and writing my boys. Just. My boys.)

Qrow for most of his life had been of the firm belief that love was an exaggeration. It was one desperate or lonely party projecting needs and wants onto another, offering up empty or pointless compliments and promising things that would never come to pass. Mostly, he considered love to simply be the act of choosing to stay with someone despite all of the things you disliked about them, and most of the time, he stuck by that belief. But then, there were moments when maybe… Maybe Qrow wasn’t so sure anymore. They came at times like these, snuggled up in the warmth of Tai’s bed as he lie awake just to watch the other sleep. The morning sun was breaking through the curtains and spilling over the bed sheets to gently illuminate the blond’s face. It shone through the little sprigs of misplaced hair that curled so perfectly around his face and gave him an almost ethereal glow. He looked angelic, blissful. Qrow sat so still, so quiet for a long while, watching the measured rise and fall of Tai’s chest; it inspired a calmness in him that he had not known in so long. It almost made his chest ache with the force of just how much he loved this man.

There were other moments, too, that had brought on this feeling. They were never truly important moments, only little fleeting pieces of domesticity. Qrow smiled a little to himself as he conjured a memory of lingering in the kitchen doorway to watch Tai, his hands covered in flour as he kneaded out dough. He had had such a look of adoration on his face. He was proud of his prowess in the kitchen and more than happy to provide for those he cared for. That man poured love into everything he did, but especially the things he would do for his family. At the thought of family, the brunet’s mind wanders contentedly to another moment in which Tai had made his heart falter, tentatively fingering a stray curl of hair. He had just returned home for the first time in a few weeks when he’d spotted them in the front yard. He had perched on a branch to watch the two of them spar, a father teaching his daughter. Tai was firm in his way of teaching, but he was never unkind, never angry. Somehow, he found a way to be gentle yet earnest, even in regards to something as often cruel as combat. He had found a way to use his fists to teach, to create.

Qrow carefully let his fingers trail down over the other’s shoulder, ghosting gingerly over the curve of his bicep, thumb lingering to sweep lovingly over his tattoo. His gentle exploration moved his touch lower over the soft skin of his partner’s wrist to brush his fingertips over the blond’s calloused, strong palm. It brings memories, first, of watching Tai brush potting soil from his hands, seeing him carefully and delicately tend to the proud, charming sunflowers he keeps. His hands, when they don’t smell of kitchen herbs, often carry with them the scent of freshly broken earth, sun-kissed sweat, and flowers. Contrary to his gentle touch for plants, Tai’s hands were also incredibly strong, and it’s this fact that brings to mind more intimate memories. The lingering sensation of firm grips and confident touches makes Qrow’s skin prickle, sends a small shiver up his back. The times when Tai is comfortable enough to not be gentle, when his hands, rough and dizzyingly powerful, find their way pointedly to the bird’s neck to squeeze until the mantra of his name is raw and strained, carried on choked breath. He bites his lip lightly as he slides his fingers into the spaces between each of Tai’s. The hand under his twitches slightly under his touch, fingers curling up to reciprocate the gesture as Qrow looks up at the other’s face again. Those sleepy blue eyes are open now, trained on him and so full of love that it makes his chest tighten.

“G’mornin’…” Tai’s voice is tired and slurred and still rumbly from sleep.

Qrow decides that maybe sometimes love was painful, cruel, and short-lived. Maybe sometimes it was just mediocre, just people wishing they weren’t lonely. Sometimes love was just a thing you said to a someone when anyone else would have been just as good. But he decides that sometimes… Sometimes love was breathtaking.

#omg this gets a little spicy for a sec too whoops lol #taiqrow #my writing #rwby #i'm so gay for taiyang yall dont even know #jadekitty777 #also as an aside i had when the day met the night on loop for this ajlsf

[victorious1956]

Rules: Tag up to 9 people you would like to know/catch up with

Tagged by: @ironwoodprotectionsquad and @jadekitty777 so I guess I'd better pull my finger out and do this :)

Last Song: A Rainy Night in Soho by The Pogues is playing as I type this.

Last TV Show: Finished watching FMA: Brotherhood recently. It was both funnier and more horrific than I'd expected, but I enjoyed it very much.

Last Film: Encanto. What else?

Currently Watching: Amongst other things, season 2 of What We Do in the Shadows. Yes I am hopelessly behind and rarely watch TV when it's broadcast :D

Currently Reading: Lots of RWBY fanfic of course. The last book I read was Stormsong - the second part of The Kingston Cycle by C L Polk. The first part (Witchmark) I found very absorbing and this one continues the story well. I'm looking forward to reading the final part once Fair Game Week is done.

Tagging: apologies in advance if you've already been tagged for this @herami @gamingmint @glassesmcfancyhair @storyweaverkirea @anderazu @shadowdarkleonidascrusade @nightlilly0110 @pidgeonpostal @afoolforatook and please don't feel compelled to post if it's not your bag

#my posts

[chiherahcreations]

I... don’t even know. 

This happened because of @jadekitty777 that’s all I can say xD

#rwby #clover ebi #qrow branwen #james ironwood #winter schnee #Just take this shitty doodle of a comic xD #Also wtf is winter's outfit???

[itsclydebitches]

Someone might already mention this but freezeframe pictures show that Qrow actually transforms in that attack on the first guard - so he's tackling him with his full, human weight. I think we can safely take that to mean he doesn't keep his strength as a bird.

Which then begs the question, why do it? Both an in-world question of “Why risk injury by turning into a bird during an explosion? Why risk this secret coming to light?” and a writing question of “Why take the time to animate Qrow as a bird here? Why risk confusing the audience when we’re still waiting to see Raven?” Maybe this will end up being important later - more bonding with Robyn as she asks about the form? - but right now it just seems like an odd choice. I mean, it does look cool and reminds us that Qrow has this ability, but there are better places story-wise where he could have transformed... like any time during that arrest.

#rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby volume 8 #mymetas #jadekitty777

[theonceoverthinker]

Do you think it makes a difference to go back and retag any old posts as Fair Game or only if they are the posts you reblog on the first time?

To tell you the truth, I have no idea whether or not that would actually work within the week the post is made, but at this point, I don’t think it will make a difference considering the posts were all made prior to today.

Going forward, we must take caution to tag all relevant content as “Fair Game,” but I don’t think there’s a point in going back now and tagging them because they won’t count.

#fair game #tagging #jadekitty777

[spectralscathath]

Now give me: Silver Shamrock Gunslinger apocalypse AU

I was originally writing this for @ironpines because I know they love Silver Shamrock! Unfortunately Life happened but hopefully once my semester ends I can spruce this one up and finish it!

The basic premise: Wild West cowboys, but it’s also a post-apocalypse. I almost never write cowboy stuff so this is an interesting change of pace.

Here we go!

~~

James checked the body of the revenant, spinning his revolver’s barrel before deciding to empty the last two shots into the monster’s head. It was always best to make sure. He waited for the light to fade from the revenant’s eyes before he slid his guns back into their holsters.

He swung himself up onto his steed and clicked his heels, the right knee whirring with the movement as his horse set off. The west was as desolate as usual, endless empty plains that slumped under a cold moon, the desert’s chill seeping into his bones.

Not the usual place to find monsters, especially not in the daylight. Like the rest of the monsters that had ravaged the world, they tended to stick to the shadows, lurking in the cool of the night. 

He barely remembered a time before they’d become a plague on humanity, creatures once thought of as fairytales and folklore come to life. Personally, he liked to categorize them into two types. The ones that died and died again, and the ones that got turned, those ones didn’t have enough human left in them to die. The latter were tricky, smart, and full of surprises. 

He spurred his horse onwards into a trot, aiming to reach the barricaded town he’d heard was out here. He could hear the faint sounds of monsters in the distance, screams and roars making up a discordant melody that filled the night’s silence. He was used to the sound by now. 

There was an upside to the empty hopelessness of the plains, when he noticed a faint glow on the horizon, lights from a town that stood out against a starless sky. He leaned forward and gave Caliburn’s neck a quick pat, a silent thanks to the horse for taking them all this way. 

It was when he started up the next sloping ridge that he gave the reins a gentle tug, bringing his steed to a stop. There was a rider on top of the ridge, and it unnerved him slightly that he hadn’t noticed until now. 

He stayed put in the saddle, tipping his hat back slightly to give himself a better view. The rider on the bay horse inclined his head. “Not seen you around before, stranger.”

“I’m passing through.” Ironwood kept his voice measured, assessing the other man. An emerald pin and a badge gleamed on his chest, the latter marking him as a man of the law, his workman’s gloves bulky and thick. 

The other man raked his eyes over James, lingering on the guns on his belt. “Just going to have to let you know, unless you’re a keeper of the peace, we don’t take kindly to strangers packing heat.”

James reached into his pocket and pulled out a battered sheriff's badge, tossing it over with a gleam of silver. “James Ironwood, sheriff of Atlas.” He decided not to mention that Atlas no longer existed.

He drummed gloved fingers against the saddle’s pommel as he waited to get his badge back, the last remnant of a life ripped away from him. It was tossed back with a cocky carelessness that didn’t even register as an annoyance, the other man giving him a much friendlier grin. 

“Clover Ebi, I’m the deputy around the parts. You passing through Mantle or thinking of staying?”

“The former.” He couldn’t really think of any reason to stay. All he really wanted from life was to stay on the move, killing monsters until one got lucky and took his life. It was all he could do, now.

He had no one to protect.

Clover raised a brow and nudged his horse back towards the town. “I’ll escort you through the gates.”

“Much obliged,” he nodded in thanks, placing his star-shaped badge back in his pocket. He rode Caliburn over the rise, taking a moment to assess the town of Mantle. The town was situated in a shallow valley, a thin stream and abandoned train tracks crisscrossing through the buildings. The walls were tall and enclosed the entire town, though he could see a rather unfortunate gap in the barriers that looked halfway to being repaired. Outside the walls, a lonely little hill stood with a second wall built around it, grave markers visible inside. 

It looked lively enough, he could hear the sounds of people living their lives inside the high walls, quiet due to the late hours. He rode alongside Clover and glanced at the other man, noting the sawn-off shotgun and fishing rod attached to the back of his saddle.

Clover caught his eye and tossed him a toothy grin. “Been on the road a while?”

“You could say that,” he tried and failed to bite back a yawn, forced instead to hide it behind his hand. “Anywhere in town you recommend for a good sleep?”

“The Dragon’s Nest, guy named Tai runs it. He’s a nice fellow.” Clover’s eyes sparkled rather brightly, James noting that they were a rather unique shade of teal green. 

“I see. His prices are fair?”

“Fairest you’ll get.” Clover flicked the emerald pin on his breast. “If you’re planning on sticking around for a couple of days, how about you meet me for a drink tomorrow? I wouldn’t mind hearing about your travels.”

James deliberated over it in silence for a minute, weighing the risks. He couldn’t really think of any, aside from his general taciturn nature. He likely wouldn’t slip up and say anything he had no plans to say. He knew how to control his wayward thoughts. 

“Where will I meet you?”

“My favourite bar’s called The Gambler’s Hand, the Xiao Longs own that one too.” Clover tipped the brim of his hat to James, giving him a wink. “See you there.”

#rwby #clover ebi #james ironwood #silver shamrock #asks #jadekitty777 #my writings #fuck me I need to finish this damn thing

[lacependragon]

jadekitty777 replied to your post: I got some sleep, I am back, and I woke up...

I would /die/ if this got confirmed in canon.

RIGHT? Same!

#jadekitty777 #replies

[transqrow-moved]

i drew this for @jadekitty777‘s fic The Magical Number Seven, Plus or Minus One for the @qrowbang2020! you should definitely read it, it’s a fantastic fic and jade was a great partner!

#rwby #qrowbang2020 #qrow branwen #raven branwen #my art

[raybyanothername]

Fic Writer Questions

Tagged by @jadekitty777 and this looked like fun! Stats from 9-2-21.

How many works do you have on AO3 (or elsewhere)?

Currently 118 on Ao3! 215 on FFN. Roughly 224. Roughly because my math isn't perfect and I don't cross post everything because of FFN's guidelines.

What’s your total wordcount?

310,484 on Ao3 424,600 on FFN Apparently I average just 1975 words per story! Gotta love FFN's legacy stats.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

63! (Thus why I call myself a fandom hopper! XD) RWBY, SEAL Team, and DCU are probably the ones I've written the most. Gallagher Girls had a real moment for me on FFN back in the day too.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Way Weirder (452) - Spider-Man 2. Chaperones are for Bad Influences (359) - DCU 3. Master Chief and the Bad Feeling (266) - SEAL Team 4. Post-Mission Decompression (248) - SEAL Team 5. Dungeon of Sadness (247) - Girl Meets World Both the SEAL Team fics are chapter fics, probably gives them a boost! Good snapshot of what I write though.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yup! I try to respond to all of them in a timely manner, but... sometimes it takes me a while.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I think Not Afraid? It's an Azula fic I wrote about her time in a mental hospital. Features hallucinations and a panic attack. Can't think of anything more angsty.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Sometimes! It's a fairly recent development actually (as in the last few years) and I've been really happy with the creativity required to insert one fandom's characters into another fandom's world.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not recently.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Definitely! That was my jam for a while as a teen. I still write it on occasion, especially for special events or when prompted. I've been in more of a humorous angst mood as late.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

A couple of times, yes.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A couple of times, mostly I've done collab drabbles, or me and another writer wrote a different version of the same fic on purpose.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

I don't know of a harder question... My favorite right now is probably Q/Icheb.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

This will probably come as a shock considering I have WIPs that haven't been updated in years and this is one that I updated a few months back, but... Stereotypes are for Sissies.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue or characterization probably. I tend to hyperfocus on little details about characters, especially speech patterns.

What are your writing weaknesses?

...staying focused.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it's totally awesome, if you speak the language. And I say that as someone who has done it with a language I do not speak (my otaku stage, we don't need to talk about that). It's very difficult to do well if you don't speak the language so it's not something I would recommend (or do myself anymore).

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Pokemon, then YuGiOh, then Detective Conan I think. :)

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Hard one, but... probably Safety. DCU fic that focuses on Damian after an attempted assault. It was part of my Summer Prompt Fic in 2019. Lots of angst, little bit of humor - exactly what I'm into right now.

If y'all are interested! Tagging @moonbeeorangeheart @do-what-the-knight-tells-you @mega-ringsandthings-world @laserfocus

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[qrowbang2020]

Author: @jadekitty777

Artist: @transqrow

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Gen

Summary: They say growing up is never easy. For Qrow, it’s his only ticket to a better life. Yet, despite all the wishes he makes onto stars and all the dreams he envisions behind closed eyes… the truth is, he isn’t quite sure what “better” means.

It’s a good thing he has a lot of people in his life willing to guide him. Even if their methods are a bit unorthodox.

(Or: Five times Qrow has seen magic, and one time he showed someone else)

#fourth fic and art!!!! #qrowbang2020 #qrow branwen #rwby #summer rose #taiyang xiao long #ruby rose

[victorious1956]

Fic Writer Questions

Tagged by @nightlilly0110

How many works do you have on AO3?

154 in total, although 12 of those are collaborations.

What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

589,295 as of today (17th Aug 2021). But because of the collabs, my personal total is about 550,000.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Only RWBY. I'd like to think I could write for other fandoms, but RWBY is the only one that I feel confident about for now.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. a qrow came to me (136)

2. Love, Betrayal, and All That Follows (125)

3. A Regency Qrow (98)

4. A Positive Result (84)

5. Instinctively Yours (84)

The highest kudos goes to the very first thing I wrote. It seemed inconsequential at the time, but it kickstarted everything that followed.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Pretty much every one. I'm grateful for every comment; it's nice to feel the connection to someone who has read my words.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Possibly What Might Have Been. I wrote it for the recent TaiQrow Week, and it ends on a pretty bleak note. For one of the characters, anyway.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

No, I've not tried that. The closest I've got is a couple of fics set in the Star Trek universe, but not using any ST characters.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I didn't imagine I could even try, at first. But having read some very well-written E-rated fics, I have 6 of them now, each one a little smuttier than the last.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Some while back I, along with 11 other writers, took part in a game where we wrote 12 stories collaboratively, adding our section without knowing most of what came before. A couple of the stories were surprisingly coherent!

What’s your all time favorite ship?

FairGame - Qrow and Clover (RWBY). I liked Qrow, and when Clover appeared, something about them clicked with me, and that's when I began writing. But I enjoy writing for Qrow with any of Clover, James, and Tai too.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I had an idea months ago, sparked by the song Tighter by Fitz and the Tantrums. It sits there sullenly while I add different ideas to my list, but I hope to get to it some day.

What are your writing strengths?

According to comments I've received, writing dialogue, I think.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely descriptive writing. While I wouldn't want to go full Tolkien, sometimes I read back something I've written and it's basically just a long conversation.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don't speak any other languages so I wouldn't do that myself. As a reader, if there's a lot of non-English I find it difficult to follow.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

RWBY. And it'll probably be the last, too :D

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

That's a very difficult question to answer! I think my favourite chapter fic is probably Paradigm Shift. The idea for that one came from a TV show I watched many years ago, and I was pleased with how it worked as a FairGame story.

One of my favourite oneshots is Heal My Heart, a TaiQrow story I wrote as a gift.

I'm always reticent to tag folks for these, but I'd love to read what @jadekitty777 and @aparrotandaqrow have to say :)

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