sometimes I remember I doodled these to use as reaction images but they’re very specific I feel
Jaune: Alright, you two, I want you both to listen to me very- Look at me! VERY! CAREFULLY! I’m trusting you two to be Adrian’s babysitters tonight. More importantly, Sapphy is trusting ME to trust YOU. Please, don’t make me regret this decision. Do? You? Understand?
Nora: Relax, Jaune-Jaune! We’ll be the best baby-sitters ever!
Jaune: (Narrows his eyes) You better…
Ruby: (Reading Adrian a bedtime story) …And they all lived happily ever after. The end. (Looks down) Aw! I thought you’d fall asleep by now!
Nora: So, what now?
Ruby: Well, there was this lullaby Yang sang to me once. It might work.
Nora: Nothing else to lose, right?
Little child, close your eyes~.
You’re like an angel in the moonlight~.
(Like an angel in the moonlight~.)
While you’re dreaming~,
A new day waits for you~.
(New day waits for you~.)
Let this lullaby carry you through~.
Adrian nods of to sleep until an explosion rocks the house as Nora and Ruby shred on guitars in the glow of the flames. In the back, Beowolves and Ursa rock out with their own heavy metal instruments. A Beowolf drives up in an off-road vehicle.
LET THIS ARMY OF GRIMM ROCK YOU TO SLEEP~!
HAVE SWEET DREAMS WHILE I REV MY JEEP~!
Nora and the Grimm tear up the floor as they peel out. An Ursa shreds the best heavy metal guitar solo you’ve ever heard. Ruby cheers until she notices that Adrian is still awake and shivering. Ruby waves at Nora to stop. Nora kills the Grimm and crashes the vehicle.
Ruby: I noticed you’re still awake. Was it the guitar solo?
Nora: Was it the Grimm? (Adrian nods his head) Yeah, we’ve been told that.
Little child, just relax now.
Let Gerald play some soothing sax now.
“Gerald,” a Nevermore, squawks noisily into a saxophone. Nora hefts a jackhammer over her shoulder as she walks over to Adrian’s door.
I’ll use this jackhammer right outside your door~.
(Right outside your door~.)
The vibrations will help you sleep for sure~!
Adrian shrugs, and closes his eyes as he tries to sleep. He starts to breathe softly as the roaring beasts fade into the distance. He is only moments away from sleeping soundly.
Nora: (Tears through wildly on her tool) O-O-O-O-OH F-F-U-U-U-C-K-K-K!!!
Adrian awakes to a horrifying sight. Salem is here, and she cackles as she towers over the terrified child. Specialist Cordovin, arrives in her giant mech, headbanging to that sweet metal, and starts fighting Salem. In the port, the White Fang attack the sleeping city, their leader, Ghira Belladonna, faces off against the Junior Detectives. Meanwhile Ruby and Nora coo at a Grimm beaver they found, hungrily snapping at them.
LET THE LAUGHTER OF SALEM CLOSE YOUR SLEEPY EYES!
FIGHTER MECHS TEARING ACROSS THE SKIES!
THERE’S A BOATLOAD OF PIRATES!
AND THEY’RE FIGHTING POLICE!
HERE’S A CARNIVOROUS BEAVER!
AND HE’S HUNGRY FOR MEAT!
Adrian hides under his covers as Grimm chant for him to sleep in their odd, guttural way. Ruby decides to bore Adrian to sleep with facts. Nora finds a brand new toy.
You ever wonder how ghosts can’t be stopped by, like, anything?
Would you like to see a slideshow about where meat comes from?
Apparently, lots of deadly Grimm know how to open doors! Who knew?!
CHECK OUT MY AIR HORN!
Adrian opens his eyes to see Salem has summoned a Leviathan to attack the city. People are screaming in terror. The battle on the wharf continues. Jaune sees the carnage and screams as Salem continues to cackle.
LET THE PITSPAWN OF SALEM MELLOW ALL OF YOUR DREAMS!
HERE’S ONE LAST CURDLING SCREAM!
Ghira: Avast, ye scurvy dogs!
Neptune: Put your clawed hands up!
Adrian passes out from the excitement. Nora and Ruby tuck him in and kiss his forehead. Ruby steps out, and Nora shuts the door.
Nora: Good night!
And maybe it’s the realization that they can’t get him back that gives Yang that wide eyed panic look later in this trailer.
But then again… maybe Ruby was taken instead?? That would certainly upset her sister.
Jaune: I don’t like to measure the weather in degrees, I like to know if it’s mashed potatoes and gravy or ice cream weather.
Jaune: “Why haven’t they made special tongs to retrieve tater tots from oven crevices?!” I scream into the void.
Right, the choices she made, it was right, right? She was popular, she had everyone at her beck and call, and she was happy. She was happy… at least she thought she was. Lime green eyes glanced to the trio in the distance, a boy whose head was blacker than knight, a streak of pink and yellow swirled down a long strand of hair. A girl, shorter than the boy, her hair bright orange, much like the morning sun, a grin upon her face and energy that could conquer the world. these two were a new addition to the society in their quiet little town.
These two had been, immune, to her allure. She had tried to approach them once, though never again. The girl, she nearly launched herself at her, she was vicious, nearly tearing at her lustrous rust colored hair. The boy did nothing to stop her, no it was the third member of their party. The second boy hadn’t even looked her in the eyes, he paid her no attention, a small scrunch of pain. This bothered her, she couldn’t have that, though a small part of her understood why. An even smaller part of her felt pain, she remembered his eyes, his soft sapphire orbs.
They used to look at her lovingly, like she was the only one that mattered. She supposed, she used to be the only one that mattered to him. He had been friendless, though kind, she had needed help one day and he offered it, chasing off a dog, being her hero for a time. He had been her best friend once upon a time, and if she was being honest, which she rarely ever was, her first crush. But, as they got older, she realized that it just wouldn’t do, he wasn’t one of the crowd. She couldn’t make other friends because of him, people avoided her because of him, so she had to cut him loose.
So cut him loose she did, it had been messy, his sisters had gotten involved and he stopped coming to school. She had sent him an invitation, a confessional letter if you will. When he arrived though, he was jumped, the boys, all bigger than he; pushed him around and tormented him. They laughed, and told him what had happened, it was all a prank. At first he didn’t believe it, how could he? His best friend would never turn on him like that, but it was all true. She showed herself, and gave a small peck to the largest of his bullies, it was mean and a part of her own heart broke that day. The way he looked at her, it was like he broke a little.
He stopped responding to the bullying and just got quiet, she hated herself, for a few days at least. Soon it wore off, and she was popular now, it seemed that the prank had been a huge hit, captured on scrolls and passed around the school. Though there was one problem, his sisters, they were always over protective, and soon the rabble found themselves hushing about. She herself had managed to avoid any beating, instead all she received was a few ‘I’m just disappointed’ or ‘I’ll get you one day.’ These, these terrified her, and made her feel worse.
But her decisions had already been made, and she had let the die fall where they must. It was her fate after all, the boy would go nowhere, and she’d go everywhere. At least that’s what she thought, so why did it bother her so much to see him again. A few months later, and he seemed completely over her, playing with his new friends, friends that were far more loyal than any she had now. Decisions had been made and it was then that she realized that decisions would have to stand.
It didn’t matter, she was going to be someone, and that was her decision. She gave up a future that, maybe she would have enjoyed, but surely she’d find a man or woman better than he, and he would never find anyone. She made the right decision, she was sure of it. Her green orbs glanced back to her current boyfriend, he was droll, and for some reason afraid of the boy. She hadn’t heard the details, but that didn’t matter, she would have fun for now, she had plenty of time to grow up and so did he she thought.
In Mistral, a lone girl sat, her shimmering emerald eyes glistened in the silver light of the moon. Her hair of crimson flames flittered in the wind, she looked at the broken moon above and prayed, prayed that one day she would meet friends. One day she would meet someone who would love her, for her, she didn’t want to be alone anymore. She hoped that, that would change, only two more years, two more years and she’d go to Sanctum. Maybe someone there wouldn’t be afraid of her.
Jaune: *googles how to spice up dates*
Google: Be more mysterious
Weiss: So where are we going?
Jaune: None of your fucking business
‘Tis but a flesh wound!
Pyrrha: Look, I know I don’t always do what you need me to do or say what you need me to say, but I see this spark in you. It’s amazing. It’s why I push you. But it’s yours, and whatever you choose to do with it, you’ll be great
Jaune: *Snaps out of daydream* Huh?
Pyrrha: That’s it. I give up
Jaune: Do you like raisins?
Jaune: You ruined my pickup line.
Weiss: Aw. And I didn’t even have to try.
You trying to tell me you WOULDN’T watch a show about Yang as a biker gang leader?
Oscar: The birds, the nest made of twigs. I am the egg. The chick in the egg, for I am still in the nest
Oscar: My aunt said I’m too young to go to the arcade on my own
Jaune, awkwardly: Again, I’m really sorry. I actually thought you were my girlfriend. Otherwise I wouldn’t have hugged you from behind.
Girl, smiling: Oh no, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. It’s probably because of my semblance.
Girl: Yes. My semblance is to look as beautiful as physically possible to whoever is staring at me. *chuckles* So everyone kinda sees me differently.
Jaune: Really? That’s a unique semblance.
Yang:……So, he’s getting laid tonight, right?
Pyrrha: Oh, he is SO getting laid tonight.
Jaune: Beware of insulting me because in 8-10 days I will return with a witty rejoinder.