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urhoneycombwitch · 3 months

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shrine of your lights

🍯 honey flavour: edibles and a church wedding to attend. what could go wrong with Eddie as your plus one?

🐝 the bees: FWB!Eddie x reader

wc: 4.8k

content warnings: a smidge of Catholic blasphemy, weed usage, friends w/ benefits Eddie, R is a bit of a love (and relationship) skeptic and Eddie is lovesick, R+E are in their 20’s, pining, public sex (no one but them observes tho), R has hair long enough to tuck behind ears, R gets a hickey but skin tone/color is not described, R has breasts and a V, softdom Eddie, marking kink (?)

foreword: I listened to Say You Love Me by Fleetwood Mac for this. LOL. kind of AU bc it’s a few years after ssn 4 and everyone is alive and just fine (lovesick but oh well can’t b helped) based on this anon thank u for inspiring me!!!!

The stained glass window in front of you looms tall, afternoon light streaming through and casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the polished wood flooring. You stretch out a hand into the warm beam of sun, admiring the way the colors catch and bounce off your dainty star-chain bracelet.

When Eddie had suggested you two eat some weed brownies as a precursor to your (very distant, very Catholic) cousin’s wedding, you hadn’t quite expected to get as stoned as you are now. Since Eddie hasn’t attended any major life functions sober since 1981, and seeing as how you refuse to step foot inside a church space without some sort of social lubricant, the weed wasn’t a hard sell at all.

To be fair, Eddie had warned you of their potency, and you had snuck another quarter of a brownie when his back was turned: but christ, your tolerance must be crazy low or something, ‘cuz a window has no right to be this mesmerizing.

You’ve been staring at it for the past five minutes, in your own little world while a steady stream of wedding guests file in through the big oak doors and mill about before the ceremony. The warm, still air of the church is heady with the smell of fresh florals and incense, and a line of votive candles flicker and wink against the windowsill.

Casting a glance over your shoulder, you see Eddie’s still speaking in gentle tones with an elderly woman (whom you’re likely related to, hard to say) near the foyer, all charming smile and sincere hand pressed to the slip of bare chest his button-down displays. You’ve got to hand it to the guy, he’s really great at endearing himself to total strangers; he’s been a natural shoe-in for any plus-one you’ve needed over the past few years.

While Eddie is perfectly in his element, holding what looks to be an engaging conversation while stoned to all hell, your focus is drawn back to the window. You should probably be on the arm of your guest, seeing as how it’s your family wedding after all, but the swirling lights and colors are too alluring to pull yourself away from.

“Beautiful piece of art, isn’t it?”

The voice behind you is unfamiliar, and proper social graces here would call for an introduction, perhaps a firm handshake, but your limbs and tongue feel so loose and the reply is out of your mouth before you can think twice- “God, yeah. S’fucking gorgeous. I want one for my house.”

There’s a light cough, and when you turn on your low-heeled Mary Janes it’s under the amused eye of a priest- in full priest-garb. Green velvet robes and little hat and everything.

You realize your error- swearing and taking the Lord’s name in vain- but the brief stint in Catholic school from when you were 6 is unfortunately not recalled in time to stop the scramble of swears mixed with apologies that come tumbling out.

“Oh shit- I mean- fuck. Oh god. Sorry, Father, I didn’t mean-”

The priest- old as hell but thankfully with sense of humor still intact- smiles kindly at you and takes your hand in both of his, patting graciously. “No apologies are necessary, my dear. The beauty of God can be overwhelming and awe-inducing.”

You nod jerkily, grabbing on to his excuse- “Yes, yep. That’s exactly what happened. Struck down by the awe.”

The priest nods to you, and then to Eddie (who’s appeared at your side like a guard dog that sensed trouble), then wanders off down a row of pews to greet other guests.

You’re nearly doubled over with the effort it takes to conceal your laughter, Eddie stroking a calming hand down your back and chuckling with you under his breath.

“Struck down by the awe, huh?” he echoes as you straighten back up and dab at the tears gathering against your lashline. “You really are somethin’.”

“That was so embarrassing but guess what-” here you lean in, voice a conspiratorial whisper as Eddie raises his eyebrows to look down his nose at you- “I don’t give a fuck ‘cuz I’m hi-igh.”

This last word is sung with a two-note lilt, and you turn back to the comfort of the sunny window as Eddie steps in beside you, shaking his head. “I told you to start with a lower dose, ya goose. Did you take more when I wasn’t looking?”

You shrug a shoulder, the soft linen of your cardigan brushing up against the hard leather of Eddie’s jacket. “Maybe. Couldn’t say. You gonna steal this window for me or what?”

He blows out a breath, pretending to appraise the size and heft, rapping his ringed knuckles against the sill- “Well normally I’d say ‘anything for my girl’, but we’d need a shrink ray for this type’a heist.”

“Maybe Dustin has one we can borrow.”

He sucks his front teeth, playing along, shaking his head in faux-disappointment. “Nah, little shit’s only got a ham radio. Useless when it comes to religious robbery.”

Eddie looks overly pleased when you giggle, but some of the humor in his face falls to concern as he reaches out to squeeze your upper arms. “Hey. You doin’ okay? If you’re too stoned to sit through the ceremony, I can find us a little spot to hole up in. I’m good at finding those.”

“I know you are,” you reply, waving away his worry. “I’m fine, honest. Do I look high?”

He holds you at arm’s length, giving you a contemplative once-over. “Nope. You look beautiful.”

You roll your eyes, affectionately, then smooth your palms over the front of your black slip dress and pull the scalloped sleeves of your cardigan into place. “Well, of that I am aware.”

Eddie winks, and you really wish you were sober enough that the warmth of his hands and the smell of his cologne would have less of an effect but high as you are, you want nothing more than to burrow into his neck and taste the salt of his skin.

“Do I look high?” he asks, pulling away to do a little spin so you can appraise his appearance.

Eddie Munson, as it turns out, cleans up very well for family functions: smart black boots, maroon button-down tucked into a pair of flare-legged trousers, worn but well-kept leather jacket to top the outfit off. And in signature Eddie fashion, little glints of silver highlight the ensemble- his usual chunky rings, stacked layers of thin chain necklaces, metal buckles on his coat and at his waist, even a set of tiny hoops (courtesy of your jewelry drawer) in his ears.

The dryness in your mouth has nothing to do with your intoxication as you blink back to the present and give Eddie a once-over. “Uhm. Nope. You look sober. And very hot.”

He grins at you, wolfish, but then a bright chord of organ music signals the start of the ceremony. With a steady hand on your back, he leads you to a pew near the last row; when you’re both seated, his hand runs smoothly down to rest on your thigh, drumming a lazy beat with his thumb against you as the processional starts.

Your cousin Marion looks lovely swathed in white tulle, contrasted with her groom in a black tux. Her mother, your aunt- Karen? Karina? can’t recall- dabs at her tears with a delicate lace handkerchief in the front pew as the couple exchanges vows, promising eternal and ineffable love until their ultimate demise, etcetera.

You’re not someone who’s ever fallen prone to the gushy emotions that love seems to create in so many of your peers. While Nancy and Robin will dole out tissues to each other during some cheesy romcom, you’ll get ribbed for being so stoic. None of your breakups have ever ended in giant blowouts or dramatics from your side- hard to fight for something when you hadn’t really cared about it in the first place.

That’s why you consider yourself so lucky, when it comes to Eddie. After the two of you ended your high school fling due to graduation, you’d come back to Hawkins after a few years of college and found yourself sneaking out like a teenager again to hang out with Eddie Munson.

He told you he doesn’t want anything serious, either, and that he’s just fine being friends who sleep around and go to all of each other’s parties.

You almost believe him.

He’s been to every one of your nephew’s hockey games this past season, and you’ve spent two cozy Christmases so far at the trailer with him and Wayne; every party in between has ended with Eddie driving you home, or (more frequently) back to his place. Your collective relatives and friends haven’t asked about your relationship status in years, and it’s all thanks to Eddie’s presence in your life: if the two of you aren’t technically dating, it’s really no one’s business.

The old priest from earlier is droning on about some bible verse; uncomfortable on the hard bench and feeling restless, you shift your hips, and Eddie digs his fingers into the meat of your thigh.

“Quit. Squirming,” he murmurs, lips at your ear. When you shiver and still, he pats your leg and straightens again, eyes fixed to the front altar.

You and Eddie make it through the ceremony with minimal damage, only getting one dirty look from an older man in the pew ahead when you’d snickered at a dirty joke (courtesy of your benchmate). Marion and her new husband greet their guests one by one as everyone filters outside, and you coast easily through the interaction, kissing your cousin on both cheeks and fawning over her dress and giving just the right amount of congrats before Eddie plucks at your elbow to subtly redirect your attention.

“Let’s get some food in you,” he says, linking your arms together as you follow the receiving line outdoors.

The reception is held just next to the church building in a surprisingly lovely courtyard. Sunlight filters through the willow trees at the edge of a grass yard, where a picnic basket awaits on each spread quilt. People are kicking off their dress shoes, unwinding with the lure of nature, kids chasing each other through the paths between blankets as adults wiggle their toes into the grass and dig into the luncheon.

Possibly, you’re high and over-romanticizing, but you can tell by the look on Eddie’s face he’s there with you, taking it all in from your blanket in a quiet corner of the yard.

There are finger sandwiches in the basket, along with some fresh fruit and plastic utensils and plates to eat off of; Eddie fixes you a plate and you dig in happily, sock feet tucked under yourself, yours and Eddie’s shoes in a jumble nearby.

“Could eat anything when I’m high,” you muse, then bite into a sandwich that has the perfect cream-cheese-to-cucumber ratio with a contented sigh. “Food is so good.”

Eddie snaps a baby carrot with his back teeth, then snorts at you before reaching out to tuck one side of your hair behind your ear before it gets eaten along with your food. “I know you can eat anything when you’re high. I once saw you scooping up apple pie with potato chips.”

You give him a sidelong frown, mouth full of bread and veg as you defend yourself- “Yeah, and it was great. Dee-licious. Would do it again if-”

Your name is being called, and you swivel to see a young man about your age weaving along the spaces between blankets towards yours and Eddie’s spot.

“Tony!” In a neat bit of multitasking, you manage to swallow your food and rise to your feet (albeit unsteadily, with Eddie’s hand snapping out to support your efforts), then hold your arms out to envelop the boy in a hug. “Oh my god, it’s been ages.”

Anthony Townsend has grown up in the time you’ve spent away- the last recollection you have of your former childhood neighbor is his mop of red hair bouncing with the trampoline his parents bought him in 6th grade. He grew into his looks, for sure- the awkwardness of pre-teen ears and too-big front teeth have settled into a very kind and handsome face.

He looks genuinely pleased to see you, returning your hug with a squeeze, pulling back to hold both your hands and ask about where you’ve been. You breeze through a highlighted version of the last few years, leaving out all the interdimensional monster bullshit and focusing the questions back on him.

Tony’s telling you about his father’s veterinary practice that’s still running smoothly when you feel Eddie at your back, and Tony falters, dropping your hands.

Social cues come a tad slow to you, under the influence, and you think Tony’s stumbling because you haven’t introduced him yet (how were you supposed to know Eddie’s been glaring daggers at the poor kid ever since you’d hugged him?), and you attempt to remedy your mistake with a casual remark- “You know, Eddie here has been feeding the stray cats at our place every night, a whole colony of them- there’s gotta be, what, ten of ‘em now?”

You turn to Eddie for confirmation, reeling a little at the dark scowl he’s still sporting as he nods. “Yup. Somethin’ like.”

Tony scratches at the back of his neck, freckled cheeks pink as he begins to back away- “Um, yeah. Cool. Well it was great to see you! I gotta…”

With a vague gesture, he turns and tails it back to his blanket on the other side of the yard. You whirl on Eddie, his face smoothing back into relaxed indifference, even as you hiss, “What the hell was that?”

Eddie shrugs. “Don’t know what you mean, princess.”

“That,” you repeat, waving an arm in the air for emphasis. “I know I’m not sober but you were being weird, even by my standards.”

There’s this look that Eddie gets, sometimes, when one of you bumps against the walls of your loosely-defined relationship- a brief flash of pain and sadness before it gets hidden away behind his comfortable mask of bravado.

He’s got it now- a small pinch in his eyebrows, doey eyes swimming with emotion, and you put a hand on his leather-clad arm as the pieces fall into place. “Were you… are you jealous?”

In the span of a blink, the mask is back up, and with a dry laugh that’s so unlike him, Eddie shakes his head. “Nah. What do I have to be jealous of, huh? ‘S not like we belong to each other.”

Maybe on a different day, with half the weed in your system, you’d be able to let this comment slide. But there’s something deeply hurtful about it, sinking and twisting in your stomach like a stone. Your grip tightens on Eddie’s arm, tears stinging hot at your eyes, voice a watery, desperate thing- “Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.”

Eddie is quick to comfort you, once he realizes you’re close to crying- “Shit, sweetheart. Okay. You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want you to think…” Your voice is still shaky with emotion as Eddie lets you hold on to him, gently shushing you even though there’s no one near enough to hear. “You’re important to me, Eddie. I never wanna make you mad, or upset, or-”

“I’m not.” Eddie cuts smoothly into your rambling, placing his hands on either side of your neck as you cling to him, cool rings kissing into your skin. “I’m not mad, promise. I was just being an asshole for no reason, okay? Could never be mad at you.”

His thumb strokes at the column of your throat, your breath and heart rate lulled to normal under his touch, his expression returning to the gentle fondness you’re used to seeing.

“Let’s finish up lunch, hm?” Eddie says, and with a final soft squeeze he pulls away from you, taking with him the warmth of his palms.

It’s always like this, with him, at least in front of your respective families- any PDA is kept to a strict minimum, nothing too intimate or drawn out so as not to attract attention. You’d implemented this rule from the beginning, and Eddie has been nothing but respectful of it, your peace of mind over not wanting a label pacified.

But right now? The lack of Eddie’s arms around you or his lips on yours was starting to make you ache.

You both settle into the blanket again, conversation flowing around mouthfuls of food as you catch Eddie up with the latest family gossip, laughing when he bats your pointer finger out of the air (as if anyone is really paying attention to you two giggling loons).

Someone’s brought a radio and has it dialed to a soft rock station; you gasp and shove at Eddie (sprawled out like a house cat after a full meal in the sun), exclaiming “It’s Fleetwood Mac and you love Fleetwood Mac!”

“I so don’t,” he grumbles, but rises easily when you tug at him to stand sock-to-sock feet with you in the grass.

You both fall into a smooth rhythm, Eddie’s hands staying (respectably) on your hips, yours looped around his neck, doing a slow little rotation. He gazes at you as you sway back and forth in each other’s arms, the scrutiny making you titter and fidget.

“What?”

“Thought I told you to quit squirmin’,' ' comes his answer, hands tightening into the meat of your waist. “Let me look at you a minute.”

So you let him look.

While his chocolate eyes roam your face, you trail a hand up to curl a lock of his hair around your finger. Eddie leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut, giving you room to do some staring of your own at those long, dark lashes.

After another slow circle, Eddie inhales and draws himself back, clearing his throat. “Not that I’m not enjoying this, sweetheart, but we’re gonna start getting looks if you don’t quit using me as your personal stress toy.”

You snort. “You’re right. Sorry.”

“All good,” he replies, dimples springing into his cheeks, teasing again- “When we get home later you can pet me like a dog, if you want. Just gotta tone you down ‘cuz you get touchy when you’re high.”

Eddie’s being a perfect gentleman. He’s sticking to your rules and looking out for you.

So why is it making you so sad?

You realize, with a stunning clarity, that you don’t want to wait until you’re back at the trailer to touch Eddie. That you’re starting to crave him when he leaves, whether it’s for a day or an hour or just out of bed to get a snack.

Fuck it, you think, and bend to scoop up your shoes.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you tell Eddie, slipping on your shoes then starting towards the building. When you realize he’s not following, you pause, giving him a look over your shoulder- “Aren’t you coming?”

Eddie blinks, wondering if you’re insinuating what he thinks you’re insinuating or if he’s just really, really high. “Um. Uh…”

You don’t leave room for the shock to sink in, turning on your heel and smirking when you hear him swear under his breath and scramble to catch up.

In a narrow hallway lined with portraits of long-dead saints, you push Eddie against the wall, mouth sealing over his and hands roaming hungrily over his body.

“Fuck,” he gasps out, in between kisses, your fingers tugging at the root of his hair, near the nape of his neck where it stings the best- “what’s got you so worked up, princess?”

“You.” The answer is an honest one. You slip your tongue between Eddie’s teeth and the boy moans, melting into you.

Peppering kisses down Eddie’s face, your lips settle into the hollow just under his jaw, then part to give room to your teeth. Eddie stiffens as you bite down, sensitive skin pierced by your mouth; it’s his turn to be the squirmy one as you suck a bruise into that soft spot.

His cock is filling out, as proved by the steadily-growing bulge behind his zipper. You give a mean little wiggle of your hips and Eddie jolts so hard you lose your spot on his neck, popping off him with a wet smack.

“Angel, you have to stop.” Eddie sounds absolutely wrecked as he tries to maintain some distance, head tipped back to stare at the popcorn ceiling. “M’not gonna last if you keep doing that. Let me take you home, we can-”

“Shhh.” You quiet him with a pointer finger smooshed against his lips, your other hand tilted to your ear. “You hear that?”

Eddie strains to hear distant cheers and hip hip hoorays from the festivities a few corridors away; when he nods, you whisper, “That’s the cake cutting. We have a good ten minutes before anyone thinks to come back here.”

At first, Eddie thinks he’s off the hook when you release him completely, walking swiftly towards the main sanctuary. But then, because you’re a temptress, you beckon him with an impatient wave.

And because he’s so easy for you, he follows.

It’s like that window has a magnetic pull- you’re back under the prismatic glow of the stained glass, brushing a hand across the wide sill to dust it before hopping up to perch there. You fit neatly between the split row of votive candles (all snuffed out by now), enough room for your knees to part and for Eddie to fill the space.

You cross your arms around his neck, drawing him in with another deep kiss as his hands find your waist.

“Want you to mark me up,” you murmur, and when Eddie draws back, wary, you let your chin tip up. The crown of your head knocks into the window, exposing your throat. “Show them I’m yours, Eds.”

Only have to tell him twice, apparently, ‘cuz his teeth sink into your stretch of soft skin without further qualms. The feeling of his tongue soothing over the sore spot makes you jump, hips bucking forward into his hand that you didn’t even notice had trailed up the inside of your dress.

His long fingers pet at the wet patch that’s seeping through your underwear, catching at your clit on an upstroke, your gasp a harsh noise in the otherwise silent sanctuary.

Eddie begins to rub at you through the fabric in earnest now, tight circles with his thumb even as he pulls his mouth from your neck to assess his handiwork. “Yeah, fuck, sweetheart, that’s gonna leave a mark. You want everyone to know who you belong to, huh?”

Your bundle of nerves throbs under Eddie’s touch and you curse, hands weaving tight into his hair again. “Shit, Eddie, yeah- just like that…”

He dips back into the well of your neck with his teeth, keeps just the right amount of pressure on your clit, and that tension coiling in your lower stomach is just about to snap before you stop him with a hand around his wrist.

“Sorry,” you pant through the apology, forehead crushed to Eddie’s collarbone as you try and catch your breath. “Was about to come and I want you inside of me for that.”

“Jesus fucking christ.”

Eddie fumbles with his belt buckles as you giggle, chastising- “Hush and mind your manners, Munson. That’s blaspheming and we’re about to fuck in a church.”

“I’ll show you manners.” Eddie has his pants and briefs shoved to mid-thigh before you can draw breath to tell him off; one hand smears precum down the shaft of his ruddy cock as the other pushes your dress up and hooks your panties to the side.

You’re wet and worked up enough that he slides into the heat of you with ease, breath punching out with the way his cock completely fills you. When Eddie pulls out and sinks back in, you let out a keening whine and scrabble for purchase on his leather jacket.

“That’s it, sweetheart, that’s it-” his voice is a dark rumble, each word punctuated with a snap of his hips, the squelch of your slick walls responding. “So wet for me. That’s my good girl. You like gettin’ off to being mine, huh, angel?”

You nod, head lolling against the window, and Eddie grins wicked even though you can’t see it. “Come on. Show me whose pussy this is.”

When his hand snakes between your bodies to press against your clit with his thumb, you come with a long, strained whimper, ankles crossing at the small of Eddie’s back to draw him closer while the velvet walls of your cunt spasm.

Eddie’s free hand shoots out to the supporting wood arch of the window for stability as he angles his hips up, longing for that glossy honey-eyed look you get sometimes: and there it is, your eyes half-lidded and brow pinched in pleasure as his cock hits against that gummy spot, the tremble of your thighs locked around his waist as your orgasm peaks.

Once he’s fucked you through the height of it, Eddie dips to bite at the taut muscle where your neck and shoulder meet, clamping down on the words threatening to flood out as his hips stutter. He comes hard, deep groan muffled into your neck, curses and praises spilling out in mindless babbling: “Fuck fuck, angel, that’s it, honey, shit, you’re so wet. All for me, huh, baby? Doin’ so good…”

He sags into your arms, pinning you to the window, chests heaving in tandem as you both catch your breath. You stroke a hand down his back, towards his ass, and then to the edge of his pants.

When he realizes that you’re trying to tuck him back into his clothes he whines at you, but you’re quick to shush him. “We’re cuttin’ it close with timing already, Eds. Help me out?”

Reluctantly, Eddie pulls away from the wet warmth of you to re-dress. Once his belt is in place he attends to you, helping shift the hem of your dress back down, rubbing his finger lightly under the skin of your eye where some mascara had smudged.

“I’ll double back for the keys and we’ll go home, ‘kay?” Eddie says, nose nudging into your cheek. “Wait here. You got some wicked marks and everyone will know we just fucked.”

“Pfft. No they won’t. Who would actually fuck in a church?” You push Eddie back playfully, hopping down from the sill with a wink. “You’ve gotta be sick to do that. Good thing my family believes you to be a perfect goody-two-shoes.”

Eddie stares as you make for the doors back to the courtyard, shrugging off his incredulity- “Eddie. It’s fine. So they’ll think we made out a bit. Who cares? Not me. And plus…” here you trail off and point, mischievous, Eddie’s eye’s following the line to his sock feet- “...you kinda have a no-shoes situation goin’ on. Gotta fix that.”

When you disappear through the doors, Eddie slams a palm to his chest, in awe- then feels the outline of the lighter in his inner pocket. With a practiced twist, he has it out and lit in a second, holding the flame to the wick of a votive candle.

“I don’t know how these candles work, exactly, or if atheists are allowed to…” Eddie clears his throat, glances over his shoulder to confirm you’re still out of earshot, then whispers above the flickering light: “Please let this be real life and not just some high-fueled fantasy because this is kind of huge for me. Okay thanks. Amen, or whatever.”

Eddie blows out the candle like it’s a birthday wish then hurries to catch up with you, sock feet silent against the wood floor as he calls out your name- “Slow down and have a heart, babe, I’ve got no grip!”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #weed mention #tw weed

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dragynkeep · 4 years

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The writers already treat the existing mains with much disrespect and neglect. Imagine possible future returns like SSSN or CFVY? In a way them being written out is almost a blessing. I say almost cause the canon books don't fare any better tbh.

if we ever get to vacuo, we’ll probably see them then so be prepared for even more bullshit lmao

#rwby #rwde #owl.txt #answered #q #:pensive:#looks at ssn & velvet #look at how they massacred my babies #Anonymous

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warsmith-38 · 3 years

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How I would do RWBY pt. 1

Revised Timeline of story events (This is not a script, but a semi-loose outline of the story)

Red, White, Blake, and Yellow trailers can stay. They’re perfectly fine as is, barring some early series production foibles (and the voice acting).

Series would be split into three arcs with three seasons each. 1. The School Arc 2. The World Travel Arc 3. The War Arc. (4. The epilogue season of mini episodes just to cap a few things off)

School Arc.

Season One.

Ruby is shopping.

Roman tries robbing the place.

Ruby gets involved because ‘fight good yes’.

Fights Roman and goons.

Beats goons but starts losing against Roman.

Glynda intervenes.

Roman am-scrays and Ruby is detained by Glynda.

This is not the first time Ruby has been called in like this.

She’s been doing free-lance vigilante stuff for a while now.

Tai comes in, worried to hell and back… again.

It’s almost routine by now, but he has a heart attack each time.

Ozpin gets wind of it this time.

Is impressed by her and offers her position at school.

Ruby says yes.

Tai says Ruby is too young to be-

Ruby says yes.

Tai keeps trying to argue-

Ruby. Says. YES!

She wants to be a huntress like her mother was more than anything else in the world.

Next few days is various entities trying to get Tai to greenlight the idea.

Ruby constantly begs, Yang says it’s a good idea, Ozpin is quite forward as to the benefits, et cetera.

Tai relents when Qrow calls him and argues that Ruby is never going to stop her vigilante thing and should at least be doing it legally and with training.

Tai tells Yang to watch over Ruby.

Yang only promises to try.

Ruby instantly loses her after they arrive at Beacon.

Yang tried, just not very hard. Wants Ruby to be independent, both from her and Tai.

Ruby meets Weiss.

Carefree and rebellious Ruby immediately clashes with stuck-up and bad-tempered Weiss.

Blake intervenes, slags off the SDC, everyone walks away annoyed.

Ruby meets Jaune.

Jaune is less bumbling.

More of an Octavian figure. Meek of body, but quite strong of tactical and strategic mind.

Jaune meets Pyrrha.

Has no idea who she is. Not all that into celebrity gossip, especially whole kingdoms away.

Comes off as polite and charming, if a bit oblivious.

Ruby encounters Blake on her own.

Says thanks for helping ward off angry Weiss.

Blake seems a little standoffish but Ruby’s infectious friendliness makes her give her a chance.

Have actual conversation about books.

Have minor debate over the exact meaning behind the symbolism of a character in a story.

Y’know, nerd shit.

Orientation.

Ruby and Weiss talk again.

Goes roughly as canon. IE: poorly.

Ren and Nora introduced, again, roughly as canon.

Ren talks a bit more, less of Nora motor-mouth with him just being there.

Have brief conversations with Jaune and/or Pyrrha.

Relic hunt starts.

Catapult!

Ruby and Weiss meet each other faster than usual.

Grimm show up and they kill them together.

Weiss calls her an idiot but agrees that she’s at least competent in a fight.

Blake and Yang meet each other.

Have actual conversation.

Blake tries to be standoffish and curt but Yang’s winning smile and corny sense of humor makes it hard.

Jaune and Pyrrha meet again.

Jaune has actual plan to get relic.

Have conversation about aura and semblances in a way that doesn’t make Jaune seem like he was dropped multiple times on his head as a child.

Says that he hasn’t unlocked his semblance yet, but he says that he scored high enough on his aptitude tests to make up for it.

Ren and Nora meet up because… well, duh.

Meet Jaune and Pyrrha and decide to team up to speed the overall process up.

Bumble into pissing off giant grimm.

Ruby and Weiss start arguing, come to brief blows even.

Teenagers, am I right?

Big grimm shows up.

They bond a little by fighting it off together.

Main characters start to coalesce at the relic site.

Future JNPR is there too.

Everyone has brief hello with each other.

The two large grimm from earlier show up.

Each would-be team gets one.

Happy teamwork scene.

Kill the grimm, get the relics, same old shit.

Teams RWBY and JNPR are made official.

Team CFVY are present as the designated senpai group.

Cue bonding scenes.

Ruby and Blake create book club with Ren, Jaune, and Yatsuhashi.

Yang, Fox, and Ren have Kung-Fu training scenes.

Velvet passes around the collection plate for Wild Call, a large and helpful faunus rights group.

Blake and Velvet are kind of tense with each other. No one knows why.

Then again, Blake is pretty tense with everyone, but especially Velvet and Weiss.

(Velvet knows that Blake is a faunus and dislikes that she hides it. Blake dislikes Weiss because Schnee.)

Ruby is happy to talk to Coco-senpai and her crazy purse mini-gun.

Nora, Yang, and Pyrrha have push up contest. Ruby wins.

Weiss helps Ruby study with things like flash cards, note taking strategies, and other things she ignores.

Weiss has tense moment or two with Ruby but Yang delivers some context as to why Ruby is so unruly.

Mom died, dad got WAY overprotective of Ruby and more than a little distant with Yang.

Ruby always wanted to be like her badass of a mother and saw their father as being in the way of that.

Weiss empathizes to a degree.

Weiss and Yang team up to be the semi-responsible ones for Ruby.

CRDL are cunts.

Act racist to Velvet.

Push Jaune and Ruby around a little.

Say ungentlemanly things to Yang and Pyrrha. (They do it to all of the girls, but to them the most)

Cunt stuff.

CVFY can’t do much because A. They can’t be brawling with underclassmen and B. They wouldn’t be able to not kill the little pricks and that’d be a bad look for them.

JNPR is just trying to ignore them.

This leads to a confrontation between CRDL and RWBY.

They make a bet over a set of sparring matches.

If CRDL wins then RWBY has to operate as their maids or something creepy like that for the school year.

If RWBY wins then CRDL has to fuck off for the school year.

Best of four matches with a team battle if a tiebreaker is needed.

Ruby actually loses to Cardin due to his tankiness, him being the most (IE: only) competent part of his team, and secret cheating.

Weiss beats Russel rather handily.

Blake loses to Dove due to him cheating and everyone still not noticing yet.

Yang traumatizes Lark as a warning.

Team battle!

CRDL takes an early advantage due to RWBY having some coordination issues.

RWBY figures out that CRDL is cheating via wire tapping into their team communications.

Ruby takes the reigns.

Coordinates with her team via code with an old inside joke to Yang, a literary reference to Blake, and one of those studying tricks to Weiss.

They act in ways that CRDL aren’t expecting and can’t cheat around.

RWBY wins.

Yang and Blake take CRDL aside and threaten them that if they renege at all they will make what Yang did to Lark look like a massage, not to mention telling the staff about the cheating.

They are scared into avoiding RWBY and co. where convenient.

CRDL slink off to be cunts elsewhere.

Pyrrha, because fuck ‘will they won’t they’, asks Jaune out on a date.

Jaune, breaking dense anime boy tradition, says yes.

They’re cute together and N+R support them.

Beginnings of Vital Festival starts.

Team RWBY sees Sun causing chaos.

He briefly introduces himself to them and then runs off to cause more monkey mischief.

SSN are right behind him and are rude bastards who don’t introduce themselves while fleeing the cops.

Penny meets team in glorious awkwardness.

Ciel, whom Weiss recognizes from Atlas (they went to the same starter school together), is constantly chasing after her and her antics.

Her other two teammates are just combat bots with special retrofits. (They’re prototypes for Penny)

Gives context of tournament and her place in it like an awkward robot would.

Weiss says something pretty damn racist directed towards Sun.

RBY call out Weiss on racism.

Blake gets angry with her.

The topic of the White Fang comes up.

R + Y both agree with Weiss that the White Fang are assholes, despite also condemning Weiss’ racism.

Weiss has horror stories about what they’ve done, including kidnapping her at young age.

Points to her scar for emphasis.

Blake can’t argue against what they’re talking about but counters with the horrible stuff the SDC has done across planet.

General scumbag corporate crap as well as paramilitary actions that break most international laws.

R + Y also agree with Blake that SDC sucks too.

Weiss is a little taken aback.

She genuinely had no clue that things like that were happening.

Blake lets slip that she was White Fang.

Runs off before people can react.

Team gives chase.

Blake thinks they’re going to turn her in and/or lynch her.

They only want to talk to her and get the full story.

Weiss is conflicted about things.

Sun finds Blake, says that he remembers her from a White Fang attack in Vacuo, despite the masks they wear, and wants some answers.

Sun says that general opinion among faunus (at least in Vacuo and Mistral) is that the White Fang are asshole supremacists that cause more problems than they ever solve or even try to solve.

Blake gets reality check about White Fang.

Confesses that she was involved with some acts of violence but thought it was for the greater good.

She makes a point of saying that she, herself, did not kill anyone. If anyone was killed it was not by her.

If someone died, then it was either an ‘accident’ someone else did or Adam swung the sword.

Also thought that the genuinely horrible stuff she heard was propaganda or just Adam being a dick.

It was said dickishness of Adam’s cell that was tolerated by larger organization that made her leave and try to repent.

She had no idea that Adam was only marginally more of a lunatic than other cell leaders.

Blake happens to see telltale signs of White Fang attack. Uses them as an excuse to change subject.

Sun gives her benefit of the doubt on her attempt at personal redemption and assists her in trying to stop terrorist plot.

Penny has nothing better to do so she gives Ciel the slip and starts helping Ruby look for Blake.

Have conversation about friendship, freedom, and weapons.

Weiss airs concerns to Yang about future of team.

She seems scared at the idea of losing a friend like Blake.

White Fang are taking orders from Torchwick and his goons.

Blake tries to appeal to their good side.

They call her and Sun race traitors and try to kill them.

Blake and Sun vs Torchwick.

Neo (Roman’s adopted daughter) shows up to help Torchwick.

White Fang go all out.

This is a problem.

RWY and Penny arrive to brawl.

Penny solves problems.

Sun and Penny take on the White Fang

Roman + Neo are final boss of season for RWBY.

Hard fought fight, but it is clear that RWBY is going to win.

White Fang have contingency explosive.

No one important dies, but Penny is grabbed by her superiors in the confusion.

Weiss and Blake confrontation.

Both apologize for the mistakes in their earlier arguments and for flying off the handle.

Both still have rose-tinted glasses about their respective sides but the tint is wearing off.

Blake stops hiding being a faunus because the rest of the world isn’t as horrible and racist as the supremacist terrorists told her it was.

Agrees to be more transparent to her team.

Weiss agrees that #notallfaunus and that the SDC has done some dirt.

Torchwick meets with mysterious benefactor about problems with latest job.

Cinder, Emerald, Mercury, and Adam tell him not to worry and that Evil Plan is still a go.

Season one done.

#RWBY #RWDE #I guess #Ruby Rose #Weiss Schnee #Blake Belladonna #Yang Xiao Long #Ozpin #JNPR #How I would do...#Hate if you wish #Team CFVY

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volarentarchived · 4 years

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liveblogged thoughts on the before the dawn preview.

cut because it’s pretty much all ramble, mixed in with my love for fox.

ah alright, so i’m starting to see some hypocrisy in sun’s personality ? as well as something that seemed very interesting to me when i was reading the preview ? blake and sun share an aloofness that isn’t quite clear at first, and i’m hoping that the book might actually shed some light on that. the way that sun ditches responsibility when it comes to his teammates, as well as the way they act when sun runs off makes me think that sun going off to do his own thing is something he is continuously doing, but going to menagerie with blake was an egregious instance, like he took it too far this time. sun thinks something in the novels along the lines of “when are they going to get over it?” implying that sun doesn’t believe it’s a huge deal. ( “they were fine.” “they’ll come around.” ) sun deflects like a madman. it made me think of the vytal tournament, how the fight was actually kind of a mess, and there was very little actual teamwork to be had in s/ssn’s fight ? they all just did their own thing. i think … sun might not actually want to be the leader. i don’t think he’s suited for this role.

sun went to fight thugs on his own with very little thought as to what his teammates approved of, he thought he could take on four assailants on his own, so sun isn’t only aloof but he’s arrogant too, which is interesting. he took offence to velvet and yatsuhashi implying he needed help ( which he did, but was too prideful to admit it ) and this coming from someone who told blake “ you should always get your friends involved ” hypocrisy. and frankly, i kind of like it. love it when good - aligned people have flaws.

“ vacuoans still watch out for their tribe. ” SUN CAN YOU NOT SEE HOW CONTRADICTORY YOU’RE BEING. i love him, but the boy is dense. i also very much want to believe that he is honestly just being a knobhead, because the slight implications from yatsuhashi + the author that sun went “ running after a girl ” is a little too heteronormative and also implies that sun really did follow blake all the way to menagerie to play white knight with her so that he could get into her pants which WE’RE NOT ABOUT. it also implies that sun lied to neptune about why he went after blake, which we’re not about. boy’s team has paper thin trust in him as it is.

something that coco says about sun really reiterates how much he and blake have in common, which really ??? it really has never struck me like that before, they’re portrayed as complete opposites, but at the same time, they have this one fundamental character trait that they share whether it was obvious or not. here’s the line from coco’s perspective: “ sun was too unstable, too unreliable, for her to want to partner with him and his team. ” it’s just, strange to see him in this light. coco might be arrogant too, but her distain towards sun’s leadership is interesting. anyway, if that doesn’t sound like v1 blake then idk what does.

velvet ? flourishing with confidence now that she’s not at beacon anymore ? we love to see it.

i am so confused, what is it with yatsuhashi and continuously pissing people off ? i don’t understand what myer’s trying to do by making yatsu the token “piss off faunus” person, i cannot get his personality. why hasn’t fox snapped at yatsu before and told him about basic vacuo ettiquette 101 ? haven’t they been here for over a year ? yatsu should have gotten a comment like calling vacuo “ used of resources and therefor useless ” out of him months ago when they were *travelling* there. either way, the writing ( to me ) is pushing the impression that yatsuhashi is dumb and we’re not here for it ... unless, he’s meant to be written like a himbo ??? in that case, it would be very interesting shift from the fandom expectation of him, just like fox was in the last novel. huh ...

you know, if i was fox i would have taken sun’s “ you’re having trouble getting help because you’re outsiders, you don’t know this city like i do ” as another hypocritical statement if i wasn’t sure that sun spent most of his life outside of the city walls. still. the line “ they don’t trust outsiders — especially huntsmen trainees from other schools who are only in Vacuo because they have nowhere else to go. ” SUN didn’t you come from haven ? a school that is not in vacuo ? anyway, once again, i’m finding out some very interesting things about sun’s canon from this preview. it’s hard to tell how much of it is skewed because of the writing style but, it’s still pretty interesting.

“hold on,” scarlet said. “are you saying you don’t have permission to investigate the crown?” “we don’t not have permission.” — fox fox, i fucking love you. never change.

holy shit, scarlet really caught onto coco’s ( albeit earned ) arrogant thoughts immediately. i’m actually glad that his spitfire fanon personality might be closer to canon than originally thought ? anyway, the gays can read each other something fierce.

oh my god, the ( again, albeit earned ) shade being thrown at sun by the rest of his team has me ‘ oooo ’ - ing from the sidelines, i bet it’s been real awkward for months. also, since coco’s team disagreed with her about needing help it’s hard to take everything from her perspective as absolute fact, but wow, her observation about sun latching onto stronger teams because his own is, in her eyes, mediocre was harsh. i felt that burn from here.

SCARLET. TELLING IT LIKE IT IS. I LOVE HIM. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

“ city vacuoans are different from desert vacuoans ” really struck me, because i’m starting to see that sun is definitely a city one, and fox is a desert one.

okay, so neptune being more of a yes - man than a playboy really threw me off for some reason. his will seems like the weakest amongst his teammates.

fox’s ability to tell it like it is is one of my favourite traits about him. he never cares about being complacent or getting on coco’s bad side because they’ve earned each other’s honesty and i’m for that. same with the rest of coco and her team actually, i like that a lot. maybe they look like they’ve improved so much because they’re next to s/ssn and they’re almost falling apart but i’m proud of them.

velvet’s little smile and her “i like proving people wrong” IS SUCH A MOOD I LOVE YOU DEARHEART, YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE.

“ fox had tried to explain that in vacuo, you didn’t do things for praise — you did them to survive ” okay, so this gives more validity as to why i write fox so praise - starved.

i’m really loving all the background detail we’re getting on the war, and shade, and vacuo and it’s relation to other kingdoms. it’s really helpful when it comes to writing fox ? it partially explains why he’s so friendly and easy - going one minute, and then so feral and guarded the next. he really is so intelligent and observant and he’s blanketing all that in humour to throw people off. i love it. fox misquoted ( i’m not sure if that’s the word i’m looking for, since he did it intentionally ) something from oobleck about being destined to repeat history and i’m starting to think that might have been his favourite class in beacon.

okay, so coco and yatsuhashi are really driving forth that ��what else does vacuo have to offer” thing which makes me think that that’s a narrative set up for the crown somehow having gotten a hold on the artefact. they keep talking about what vacuo has to offer, and it’s just hammering it into my mind that c/fvy found something relating to the relics.

FOX AND COCO’S ABILITY TO SEE BETWEEN THE LINES, I LOVE IT. and also team c/fvy energy is like, an organised chaos. man, i just love their friendship so much ? they really compliment one another in their interactions, fox’s really flexible nature to coco’s domineering one, his ability to talk to her without sugarcoating anything and being wholeheartedly honest, but they also have a lot in common personality wise - just the fact that they knew at the same time that they were being given a loophole by the professor really made me smile.

i am absolutely sure yatsu is intentionally being written dense now. this is from the preview alone ? i’m just curious about where they’re taking his personality, because while i might not have been paying much attention to his character in the previous novel, it was mostly because not a lot of things stood out ? i did notice how he was the most called out on unintentionally racist things, but he’s also saying ignorant things about vacuo now too ( given, coco said the same thing and was also reprimanded for that way of thinking about vacuo and it’s value ) and i want to know if that’s intention that he seems to be the stepping stone outsider ignorance more often than not. is that part of his personality, or is it a habit of the writer ?

fuck the city vacuoans seem so much meaner than the desert ones. i’m not faulting them for being wary of outsiders considering how much the other kingdoms have taken from them and remained complacent in it, but there’s a real distinction between a city vacuoan and a desert vacuoan. city vacuoans value their history so much more, whereas desert tribes don’t. i guess it’s because they don’t have the monuments to value the history huh ? anyway, the tribe folk seemed so much more friendly in comparison to c/fvy’s recollection of other shade students and the residents of the city. you know what, the outcast thematic and fox being someone who came from a headcanoned scavenger tribe makes sense if city vacuoans are against digging stuff up and ruining it. i’m noticing the city vacuoans are more concerned with keeping their history while desert vacuoans are more concerned with surviving.

i’m not even sad that i have to retcon some of velvet’s backstory ? i never pegged her as being associated with atlas, but i like it. definitely explain show high tech her weapon is. i did write velvet’s parents being separated yes, but i wrote that her mother was from vacuo, and her dad was the one who stayed but i like the cohesion of this, of her father being an atlesian engineer. i always thought that velvet’s design was odd ? she has so many earthy brown and gold tones and it’s a tad misleading because of the blue of her light copies, i should have figured that that neon futuristic blue was a part of her backstory, i’m actually kind of mad that i didn’t see it earlier, didn’t think that hard on how she could have such a weapon when hard light dust is damn expensive. i also didn’t see her mannerisms as someone who came from family who had marital issues. i always thought that it stemmed from the bullying, but i don’t mind exploring this.

sun didn’t tell his family that he’s back in the city, and neither did fox with his ??? i want to know if that’s connected somehow ??? whether it’s just culture or a personality trait ?

anyway stan fox, the love of my life, my darling. i love him so much.

#btd spoilers /#blake and sun have a lot more in common than i thought !!!#no wonder he was so drawn to her #also it's really interesting to know that velvet's reason for avoiding atlas was one other than oppression

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narukana-chan · 5 years

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RWBY Headcanons

Team RWBY

-Ruby is ace/aro, I literally cannot imagine her have that sort of interest in someone. Ngl I love whiterose fandom-wise but I can't imagine it happening in canon

-‎when ruby was first learning to control her semblance she constantly smacked into walls

-‎blake OWNS at tag and hide-and-seek

-‎ruby also owns at tag but when it comes down to her and blake it either goes forever or is called a draw

-‎yang is pansexual, I just can't see her caring about gender to much

-‎blake is demisexual, just fits to me

-‎weiss is straight, as much as I love whiterose, freezerburn, and monochrome, I can just see it (tbh I'll have to come back to this one cause im not entirely sure)

-‎blake can purr, she doesnt do it often but she can

- yang has thrown her prosthetic at everyone at least once

SSSN

-honestly love the idea of scarlet being a trans guy, and the rest of ssn being supportive and accepting bros

CFVY

- just saw a post about yatsuhashi picking up a flailing coco to stop her from beating someones ass and honestly I can see it

- ‎fox is the king of shade

- ‎jokes about his own blindness (ever since I first saw the theories of him being blind I always assumed he would kinda be an allusion to toph, won't know until the book comes out tho)

- ‎y̶a̶t̶s̶u̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶p̶t̶a̶ ̶t̶e̶a̶m̶ ̶m̶o̶m̶ ̶

- ‎ v̶e̶l̶v̶e̶t̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶t̶e̶a̶m̶ ̶m̶o̶m̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶i̶m̶e̶s̶ ̶n̶e̶e̶d̶s̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶ ̶c̶o̶n̶t̶r̶o̶l̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶d̶a̶m̶n̶ ̶k̶i̶d̶s̶ ̶

- ‎̶‎̶f̶o̶x̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶s̶n̶a̶r̶k̶y̶ ̶g̶o̶s̶s̶i̶p̶ ̶t̶e̶a̶m̶ ̶m̶o̶m̶ ̶ - ‎c̶o̶c̶o̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶"̶s̶q̶u̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶u̶p̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶a̶ ̶c̶h̶i̶l̶d̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶k̶i̶d̶s̶"̶ ̶t̶e̶a̶m̶ ̶m̶o̶m̶

- ‎fuck it cfvy is mom squad

- ‎coco is the only one that actually enjoys drinking coffee

- ‎yatsu and velvet prefer tea

- ‎fox doesnt care

- ‎coco is a night owl and only willingly goes to bed early when she knows an event is coming up (like the vytal festival)

STRQ

-none will admit it, but summer was the most terrifying when angry

-‎tai and qrow always got into stupid shit

-‎I feel like raven didnt abandon yang cuz she didnt want her but that she felt she wasnt worthy of being a mother and that tai could give yang a better life without her (odd way of thinking ik but we already know that raven is complicated af)

-‎raven visits summers grave often

- qrow worked that skirt every once in a while just to fuck with tai

- ‎in the beginning when the twins were reluctantly growing to like the rest of the team, they started showing it in wierd ways, like if tai mentioned he could go for some fruit, qrow would walk in one day and drop a bag of fresh picked oranges on his bed and walk away without a word, closer inspection shows that they look like they were picked in a hurry, or if summer complains about a sore back and she comes in later to see that she has a new mattress but now the kid down the hall runs in fear everytime their team walks by.

- ‎qrow was the first to open up to summer and tai

- ‎if anyone asks, raven was totally not the one that started a food fight

- ‎tai got zwei so yang and ruby wouldnt feel lonely after summer died (actually idk cuz that would meam zwei is old af but this is a cute thought anyway)

- ‎summer was murdered due to her eyes, you can fight me on that

FNKI

- I will honestly be disappointed if KI dont allude to Kermit and the most Intersting man in the world JNPR

- jaune would some times help pyrrha brush her hair

- ‎he would sometimes braid her hair on lazy days

- ‎they have tested the strength of pyrrha's shield against Nora's hammer and a punch from yang. It's no vibranium but it protects her physically, minus a knock back.

- ‎ren has talked to pyrrha about his relationship with nora

- ‎jaune, having grown up with 7 sisters, is diy king, often helps nora with spontaneous diy projects

- everyone ‎avoids nora and yang at all costs on april fools day

- ‎pyrrha cant cook for the life of her

Volume 7 headcanons/wishes/ expectations

- bumbleby moments

- ‎penny comes back but doesnt remember any of the group as her previous memories are backed up in her mind

- ‎more open faunus racism (i dont exactly WANT to see it but I feel like it would be good to see the extent of hate that the faunus have to go through)

- ‎maria finally gets her damn eyes fixed

- ‎maria fights

- ‎ozpin comes back

- ‎neo betrays cinder (preferably while they're fighting team rwby)

- ‎neo signing (it would be nice to see)

- ‎emerald, mercury, and hazel leave salem (i cant hate hazel, he just wants to avenge his sister, even if it's by fucked up means, he deserves redemption)

- ‎more strq background

- mama schnee

- ‎jacques is extremely rude to blake and gets threatened by yang (or punched, Punched is good)

- S̶h̶i̶t̶l̶e̶y̶ Whitley is also extremely rude and does get punched, by oscar

- ‎jacques joins salem (try and tell me you can't see that happening)

- ‎blake getting a new scroll and calling her parents to explain what happened to adam

- ‎both blake and yang get nightmares about that moment and comfort each other

- ‎team fnki reappears

- ‎winter maiden?

- ‎yang being human space heater

- new winter outfits!

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knightofbalance-13 · 6 years

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https://rwdestuffs.tumblr.com/post/178292713093/done-dirty-ssn

Can’t do someone dirty when that’s their purpose.

Ah, Sage, Scarlet, and Neptune. The guys who were pretty much added just so that Sun could have a team of four.

Counter point: Team CFVY was the same for Velvet and yet they are an favorites. Not inherently a bad thing.

Since Sage and Scarlet are basically non-existent in the show, let’s start with everyone’s favorite hydrophobe: Neptune.

So you basically baited Sage and Scarlet fans. Congrats on reaching Muffin Man Dan levels of bad.

And really?- Giving him a fear of water and not expanding on that?- Like, I can understand having a fear of water. Too much of it can drown you, you can get caught in the rain and get hypothermia, you might end up lost at sea- but this isn’t expanded upon. So far; the best explanation for why Neptune is afraid of water has to do with his weapon. Where is the backstory for this?

It’s a joke. There doesn’t NEED TO BE a backstory. Even so, we CAN infer by how he acted with his weapon in the INDGO fight that it has to do with his electrical weapon.

Really, this seemed like a cheap way of generating humor. “Oh, haha! The guy named Neptune is afraid of water.”

It is. That’s the point. It’s just for humor. This is like demanding a backstory for Beavis and Butt Head: It doesn’t matter.

And really, Neptune deserved better than this horrid line:

Yes. Because treating Weiss like she’s a prize to be won is sure to win over audience members. While I can understand the idea behind it (Neptune wants to help out his friend), neither Neptune nor Jaune were considering Weiss’ feelings in the whole thing. Jaune was only focused on his own during his time of constantly asking her out, and Neptune was just trying to hide his own small ego when he rejected Weiss. Sure, jaune sorta redeems himself by getting Neptune to ask Weiss out, but it doesn’t necessarily erase what he did before. It just… eases it.

I’d take this seriously if it weren’t for a scene in Volume 3 where Weiss demands that Neptune be beat up for flirting with other girls and you NEVER mention this.Yeah it’s a joke but you take jokes seriously so that’s no excuse here.

You don’t actually care about the characters, you’re just sexist.

And in all honesty, Neptune and Sun ditching the titular team to eat noodles is just bad writing. These are the guys who stick up for their friends, right?

See my previous two points.

And let’s be real here: Scarlet and Sage being taken out so easily in the tournament is just insulting. No time to develop character or show off their fighting styles, Sun and Neptune are the ones who gotta get this done!

Who cares, the tournament fights are a waste anyway.

It’s all about Neptune and Sun for this fight. And really, the least they could have done was have one or both of them ring-out a member on team NDGO. But no. That would be taking away from the “immense display of strategy and power” (Read: Dumb luck) that Neptune and Sun have.

Dudeblade, quoting a strawman does nothing. It was a joke fight, that’s it.

And to be honest, Scarlet being revealed as gay in the manga isn’t really that special. This is the same as a creator saying “Oh yeah, this character is gay” in a side project or something, and not ever revealing it in the actual canonical content at all. In reality, this isn’t a special thing. This is something that’s been done before.

Unless I see you calling out JK Rowling, I’m not listening.

And Sage?- Who the hell is he? Sage is nobody special. He’s not even really a full character. He’s just a filler character the writers made to make sure that Sun’s team had four members. Same with Scarlet really, but it gets worse because these two are token minorities. Sage is the only one with non-white skin, and Scarlet was revealed to be a token gay in the manga that was stated to be “Canon until it’s not.”

No because Blake, Sun, Neptune, Velvet, Flynt Coal and more exist. Can’t be a token minority if OTHER MINORITIES EXIST dumbass.

And then Neptune gets it all the same, just a bit later. He’s completely irrelevant and only mentioned once in volume 4, and none of Sun’s teammates are mentioned in Volume 5. The main characters were in Mistral. Why couldn’t they have run into them?- Team SSSN is from Mistral.

No, because Sun is from VACUO. They TRAIN at Haven, just like Weiss is from Atlas but trains in Vale.

Also THERE’S NOWHERE TO PUT THEM. There’s no REASON to meet them. It’d just be a pointless scene that wastes time.

This raises further questions, because if Sun is from Mistral, and Mistral is stated to be a “less faunus friendly area,” then you’d think that not only would racism be a thing he’d have dealt with, but that the White Fang would be there too. Did Neptune, Sage, and Scarlet always treat Sun with respect, so that Sun is completely unaware of faunus discrimination?- Actually, that sounds like an interesting concept… hmm…

No you just missed the NUMEROUS times Sun says he’s from VACUO. And since Lionheart is in charge of Haven, Fanaus discrimination doesn’t make sense.

Look, if the rest of Sun’s team shows up and are fleshed out more in volume 6, then that would be spectacular. But there is no evidence that they’re going to be anything more than just “Sun’s teammates.”

Which is what they are suppose to be.

For fuck’s sake!- We don’t even know whose partner is whose. For a team that was stated to have been created after the titular team, they sure are underdeveloped.

Says WHO? And if you cited Salt-Wukong, you’ll need to give me TWO sources instead of one.

But wanna know what is funny?

The fact that you are demanding that Miles focus on MORE characters when his one weakness tha tis noticeable in ALL OF HIS WRITING is focusing on too many characters.

AKA You are demanding Miles be a WORSE writer.

#dudeblade

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