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technicallyblakebelladonna · 16 days

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hiiiii ask for you infodump about rwby volume 10 and what you want to happen

HI THERE FRIEND!!!! thank you for the ask <3

i want u to know that i specifically went to my spotify to put on my "amitola" playlist before going to answer this ask, so that should tell you where my head is at

of course for rwby v10 i want what the majority of other people want, for the bees to be shown in their relationship and for others to react to it in ways that really allow us as the audience to BASK in the fact that the bees are in an established relationship and are HAPPY. cause like, just thinking abt catradora and korrasami, well we get to see them get to that kiss and get their happy ever after, but in the show that's where it ENDS (i know with LoK they had the comics that let korrasami go past that point but i digress) like of course i could say all that and i WOULD say all of that

but

YOU CAME INTO *MY* ASK BOX. so you know exactly what im gonna infodump about. you know WHO im gonna infodump about

ilia. fucking. amitola.

we saw her last in all her collarbone-apparently-redacted glory in v8 along with a couple of other tertiary characters during ruby's speech montage. she had a fairly long focus shot (imo, for a side character) that showed her getting a call from ghira. so we KNOW that those three are going to be together-- and by the logic of ghira and kali being blake's fucking parents!! we can assume that they're going to all end up heeding the call and gathering where everyone else is. so that means that we can also assume that they'll all be there for the reunion in vacuo.

(no seriously where did they go???? i havent been able to unsee it)

ANYWAY.

so i want to see that reunion. i want to see blake fling herself into her parents arms and for ilia to kinda hang back bc she's like, still doesn't quite know what to do with herself-- and doesn't QUITE know how to relate to blake anymore. they left on good terms, but they haven't had much time to really rebuild their relationship by any means, so ilia's just standing there, heart tearing in half a little because there she is. she didn't die. ilia had mourned for her, had gone through that grief alongside blake's parents and now? now there. she's standing right there. and suddenly it's just so overwhelming that she starts turning a deep blue, right from her roots, her irises turning a deep icicle blue, sharp and unforgiving like the presumed loss she had to go through all that time ago.

and blake? she sees it. out of the corner of her eye, above the shoulder of her mom while in their embrace, she sees ilia shaking like a leaf. and she goes to her after another quick murmured reassurance to her parents. and she just opens her arms to ilia. and ilia flings herself into blake's arms and breathes her in because gods. she is real. she starts whispering "you're here. you're alive. i lost you all over again and now you're here."

and that's what i hope from canon, but am i going to stop there? no because hello. ilia fucking amitola.

the CATMELEON SHIPPER IN ME wants blake to reply with something cheesy, with something utterly heartbreakingly beautiful, something like "you could never lose me. i've always been in your heart, and you've always been in mine. and that's not going anywhere."

THEY HAVE A SPECIAL BOND OKAY CANON WILL NOT TAKE THAT FROM ME FOR FUCKS SAKE.

what i want CANON to do is to have ilia and yang finally fucking meet and talk. for ilia to give the "hurt her, no one will hear from you ever again" talk.

as @averagemrfox said in their tags

like OH MY GOD give me THIS. holy shit this is genius. maybe yang spots ilia looking restless and tense after an overwhelmingly emotional day after blake "comes back from the dead" and sees her sitting at the outskirts of the city/their camp or wherever. and so she just like. says hey. you know the best way i find to burn off extra energy? and ilia agrees to a hand-to-hand no weapons (and yang promises not to use her arm gun at all) and it feels GOOD to get the energy out. so they could have a good conversation that way and establish like, that ilia sees how good yang is for blake and how happy she is and ends with the whole, catch her off guard kinda blow and tells yang that if she hurts blake again, she'll obliterate her from the face of remnant.

what RAY WANTS BC OF THE EMBER RAINBOW SHIPPER is for ilia to get the upper hand and successfully pin her down and we have a delicious moment of sexual tension where ilia's got yang's hands above her head and her weight on her hips and she just catches the way yang's eyes sparkle in the dying sunlight of the golden hour and she just can't help herself, can't stop herself from saying "so that's why." and for yang to be just as pleasantly thrown off guard - "what's why?" and at this point ilia's freckles are flaring pink, her irises following suit and - "that's why blake fell in love with you"

like ON GOD GIMMIE. YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT ILIA WOULDN'T SEE YANG AND EITHER 1) IMMEDIATELY GET JEALOUS OR 2) IMMEDIATELY AND UTTERLY FALL IN LOVE WITH HER TOO (or both? both is good)

shipping aside, i need ilia to STOP BEING FORGOTTEN ABOUT GODDAMNIT. this is just a general complaint of the fandom in general from my pov. like i dont REALLY see posts cross my dash, the ones that talk about rwby in general or rwby v10 specifically, it's like. ARE WE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT ILIA FOR A SECOND??? like y'all wanna see everyone react to the bees being in a relationship and YOU FUCKING FORGET ILIA?!?!?! THE LITERAL FIRST ON SCREEN CANONICALLY CONFIRMED LESBIAN??? AND NOT ONLY THE FIRST ON SCREEN CANONICALLY CONFIRMED LESBIAN, BUT HER LESBIANISM WAS CANONIZED BY HAVING HER LITERALLY CONFESS TO BLAKE'S FUCKING FACE THAT SHE WAS IN LOVE WITH HER!!!!! I MEAN WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!! IT'S RIGHT THERE!!! WHY ARE WE SLEEPING ON ILIA AMITOLA?!?!?!!?

anyway. i had to get that out of my system apparently LMAO

so where else do i want to go with this??? i mean there's so much i could say, how i want rainbow bees to actually happen bc im greedy but i love the story they told with the bees already so i don't see that happening in all seriousness (and shoehorning ilia into the bees relationship feels like a disservice to the growth the bees went through together so i GET that but i just think it would be NEAT. blake has two hands, yadda yadda and all that)

i could talk about how i want canon to reveal that ilia was actually blake's first kiss because that would be so much better than the implied fact that adam canonically was, and that just makes my skin crawl, so to have it be ilia would be DELIGHTFUL to say the least.

i could talk about how i want ilia and weiss to be an endgame couple, if nothing else for the fact that a) it would be great for weiss' growth arc, ending up with a faunus -- but not only JUST any faunus, to have one that was SO detrimentally impacted by her father's dust empire, and to heal that hurt together and have those journeys weave together in the end. and b) i just want to be greedy again and tie ilia to a main character bc it will mean we will get to see her more than just for a few minutes every so often.

i COULD also talk about how there's a great idea to have emerald and ilia end up together because, similar villian redemption arcs, opposing colour scheme, similar unrequited love type situations. it's just RIFE for a great set up and that would be great.

i COULD talk about so many things related to ilia fucking amitola and rwby v10 but i think i've definitely said quite a lot of things already, so i'll just cut it off here skghsdfkghdfg thank u for ur time and attention if u have made it this far and have enjoyed or even just slightly made sense of my ramblings

*gets off amitola soapbox*

#rwby #rwby v10 #ilia amitola #catmeleon #ember rainbow #ray replies #followbeaujes #beaujes #thank u for letting me go off skghskgh #im not sure you were expecting this though so SDKHSGKDH

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arc-misadventures · 2 years

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What Does He Say In Silence

Now in the designated dorm room of the newly formed Team JNPR, sat Lie Ren, Nora Valkyrie, Pyrrha Nikos, and their newly appointed team leader, Jaune Arc. They sat upon there beds for the simple chairs they had been provided had been occupied by their sister team, Team RWBY, the members of which being, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long, and their team leader one, Ruby Rose.

They all were tired from the days events, but they had to gain an answer to the one question on all of their minds, lest they never get any sleep again: How was, Jaune Arc speaking to them, without speaking.

Jaune: (I do hope such things like this are not a trend to be expected; explaining this over, and over again is rather annoying.)

He smiled cheekily as he fluffed his pillow upon his lap. Before turning back to his friends.

Jaune: (Okay, well to put it quite simply, I am an empath, it’s my semblance; I can read your minds, but the best I can do is psychically ‘talk’ to you in your head, but you can’t say anything back to me. Technically. And, I can read your emotions, I can tell if you’re hungry, sleepy, mad, and such things. But, I can’t look into your mind, and tell you what your favourite food is. Now, any questions?)

Jaune, smiled softly as he gave a a rehearsed speech, and his new friends all stared at him puzzled, trying to wrap their heads around having a friend being an empath.

Yang: So… You project your voice in our heads as a means of ‘talking’ to us?

Jaune: (Correct, but I have to establish the link, as it were first. It’s like I have to call you on my sctoll in order to talk with you, but you can’t call me back because you don’t have my number.)

Yang: That makes sense… Can you project anything else into our heads?

Jaune: (I can project my emotions emotions, and feelings about certain things into your heads. For example: my hatred of eating liver.)

Soon the group jerked forward as a wave of emotions flood their minds: Disgust, resentment, and bitter reluctance. All the feelings, Jaune felt as a kid when his mother forced him to eat liver.

Yang: Okay… That’s overwhelming…

Ruby: Wow! That cool!

Nora: Told you liver was icky, Renny!

Ren: But, it’s highly nutritious for you, Nora.

Nora: ICKY!

Weiss: I must ask you to refrain from doing that again, that was… uncomfortable.

Blake: Agreed.

Pyrrha: I didn’t mind. Honestly, I feel the same way about liver.

They could all hear a happy laugh echo through their minds as, Jaune smiled cheekily at their collective expense.

Jaune: (Don’t worry, you’re more likely going to hear a tune randomly in the back of your head if anything.)

Weiss: Why would we hear a song in our heads?

Jaune: (Because I’m trying to clear my head of a thought, or emotions. Or, I’m trying block out your emotions, and thoughts.)

Pyrrha: Our emotions; Are you picking up our emotions right now?

Jaune: (I’m always picking up on someone else’s emotions. My semblance is passive, it’s always active, and I’m always reading someone’s emotions, whether I want to, or not.)

Ruby: What is that like?

Jaune leaned back, his eyes looking skyward as he was contemplating on his answer. The all couldn’t help, but marvel as how in each of their minds the could feel the wandering, the interest, the intrigue, and the satisfaction of a conclusion to the answer he sought.

Jaune: (It’s like walking through a perfume store; the smells of all the different fragments is around you, but unless you leave the store, the smells are always there.)

Weiss: That makes sense.

Ruby: And, that was cool! I could feel how satisfied you were finding that answer!

Jaune: (Wait, you felt that?)

Jaune, looked around, and saw them all nod there heads in affirmation as he facepalmed at his slip up.

Jaune: (And, that’s why you’ll hear a song in your head every so often. Haa, sorry about that.)

Pyrrha: It’s okay, Jaune, at least we’ll know what to expect in the future.

Pyrrha gave, Jaune a comforting smile, to which he gave one in kind, but his smile quickly fell as he could feel, Ruby exude a wave of curiosity, and excitement.

Ruby: Ah! You heard me didn’t you!

Jaune: (Well, yes, that’s how an empath works.)

Yang: To be fair, Rubes, we could all tell how excited you were just by looking at you.

Ruby: Can you blame me?! This is such a cool semblance!

Yang: I know, but if you were a faunas you’d have a tail, and you’d be wagging it like crazy.

Ruby: Hey that’s not true!

Blake: Does stuff like this happen often to you? Picking up on someone’s emotions, particularly when they’re strong emotions?

Jaune: (Ha! You kidding, they can wake me up if they’re strong enough!)

Blake: Really? What happened?

Jaune: Well… I was eight, when I was woken up in the middle of the night, by overwhelming emotions I couldn’t describe at the time. Scared the hell out of me so much ‘I screamed,’ and woke everyone up in an instant. My parents, and my sister’s all came running into my room. Rushing to check up on me as I was panicking in my bed, making them all panic in turn because of my semblance effects were all giving them a mental feedback of my emotions.)

Yang: Like a dealing with a secondhand junkies high.

Jaune: (Yeah pretty much. It took a while for me to calm down, but when I did my parents begged me to tell them what happened. I had no idea what it was I had felt, because I never felt it before, so I shared it back to them…)

They could all see the blush that spread across his face, as a toon started to ring around their heads as he fought to rein in his emotions.

Yang: Oh, ho ho~! This should be good~!

Nora: What is it, what is it! Tellustellustellus!

Jaune: (Lets just say, my mother gave me a very detailed explanation of the birds, and the bees that night…)

The room soon burst into laughter as they heard, Jaune’s answer. There were many ways to learn about that, I doubt that was one way, anyone wanted to learn about it.

Yang: Oh, that’s beautiful!

Nora: That’s one way to learn about it!

Weiss: That’s really… Pfft! That’s really vulgar thing to experience.

Jaune: (You tell me; Its one thing to reach the climax, its another thing to get the mental feedback from someone else having one, particularly your parents?!)

The room burst into laughter again at the poor boys plights as he shivered in horror at those memories. And, as the laughter died the questions about him, and his semblance continued.

Weiss: So, Jaune if you don’t mind me asking, but can you actually speak, or are you a mute?

Ruby: Weiss, you can’t just ask someone that!

Weiss: Why not, it’s a fair question!

Jaune: (It’s okay, Ruby, it is a fair question. And, the answer is yes, I am mute. Been that way since I was a kid, probably developed my semblance so people could hear me.)

Nora: Cool!

Jaune: (But, yeah that’s it, I’m a empath who can feel your emotions, and scream in your head.)

Ruby: Can you actually do that?

Jaune smiled deviously as he recalled all the times he scared his sister’s in retaliation for the pranks they pulled on him.

Jaune: (All the time; either to scare someone, or to throw them off in a fight.)

Pyrrha: Ohh… clever.

Jaune: (Thank you.Okay! That’s all there is to know about my little semblance. We’ll have to do some training so you guys can get a handle of it.)

Pyrrha: Sounds good to me.

Ren: Sounds like a wise plan to me.

Nora: This is going to be so much fun!

Ruby: Can you teach us to?

Jaune: (Would you like me to?)

Ruby: Yeah! It sounds fun!

Yang: I’m game, Mr. Psyker.

Jaune: (Lame.)

Weiss: Agreed. I would be interested in learning how to handle your semblance as well, Jaune.

Blake: Since everyone else is, I probably should too.

Jaune: Great! We’ll start training later, i’ll let you know when. Till then, we best get some sleep. First day is tomorrow, and I’m exhausted…

Ruby: Yeah, we best get to sleep too. Night, Jaune!

Jaune: Night, Ruby, sleep well.

Weiss: Good night, Pyrrha.

Pyrrha: Pleasant dreams, Weiss.

Yang: Night guys!

Blake: Good night.

Ren: Sleep well ladies.

Nora: Good night! Watch out for the bed bugs!

Weiss: The what?!

Soon the door closed, and everyone made there way to bed, and as, Jaune climb into his own bed, he could feel the minds of everyone about him. The fears, and the excitement that tomorrow would bring to them. And, as he feel asleep a smile spread across his face because he could feel it to, and he couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow would bring for him.

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Okay! Lore dump, and semblance mechanics are done! Now the real fun begins!

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #nora valkyrie #weiss schnee #pyrrha nikos #ruby rose #lie ren

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ignisgalaxia · 6 days

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🫧 🌋

- I am tempted to request the answers for Kathryn Janeway or one of the gals from RWBY, but please feel free to pick any character/fandom you want!

So my ask box IS open. Was starting to think it was glitched, but no people are just shy.

Anyway, I'll do Janeway and Ruby.

Kathryn Janeway:

🫧 What are some things they like? What do they like about the world? What do they like about themself?

Coffee. Duh. Also period romances, tennis, having private romantic dinners with her first officer, kicking the Borg's ass, and a good challenge ("Now that we're in this race, we're in it to win 😉”).

Janeway's a scientist at heart, so she loves discovering new worlds and species and all the galaxy has to offer (as all Starfleet officers should). She's also a strong independent woman and she knows it. Unfortunately she spends most of her time worrying about everyone else and not herself, so I'm not really sure what she likes about herself. I bet she can identify plenty of things she doesn't like about herself (#relatable).

🌋 What do they want out of life?

You know, it's never really stated what Janeway truly wants. Obviously throughout the show she wants to get her crew home, but that's more of an obligation. Even being part of Starfleet seems more like something she felt was expected of her since her father was an admiral. I'm guessing she just wants to help people. Even though it was what got them stranded, it's also what saved her from being overwhelmed by her mistakes (of which there were many).

Ruby Rose:

🫧 What are some things they like? What do they like about the world? What do they like about themself?

Girl loves her some cookies, nerding out over intricately-made weapons, and not wearing heels. She also loves helping people, obviously why she became a huntress.

Early volumes Ruby was very innocent and naive, but that's framed as a good thing, since the world apparently needs "a smaller, more honest soul." Despite all the shit she's been through, she still sees the good in people, even extending a hand to people that really don't deserve it (Raven, Cordovin, Ironwood, etc). It wasn't until volume 9 that cynicism took over and made her think about her faults and mistakes (thanks Neo 😒).

🌋 What do they want out of life?

She just wants to make a difference in the world, to make it better as she told Blake in volume 1. Of course now she wants to stop Salem since the woman plans to end the world lol. But as of volume 9, I think she also wants to forge her own identity and not simply be an extension of Summer, even though she still wants to live up to her.

#my posts #ask game #kathryn janeway #ruby rose

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novankenn · 11 months

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"Ozpin's Fault AU"

Jaune-napped!!! (1/2)(839 Words)

Jaune's face was bright crimson as she was basically led by Nora into the cafeteria. Jaune was mortified about what she had just gone through. She didn't even remember the stop at the Quartermaster's to get a set of new uniforms, even the process of having her measurements taken to the seamstress did not register. No, her mind was completely frazzled due to the body examine she was subjected to at the infirmary. The doctor, a kind and gentle raccoon faunus, had guided her through every step; but still, finding herself in stirrups with, a speculum spreading her open, had scared her. Jaune now understood why her sisters always complained about seeing the doctor every three years or so.

Pyrrha looked almost panicked at Jaune's state, but she kept her seat, as Ren moved to assist Nora in guiding Jaune to her seat. Jaune didn't notice. Her mind was overwhelmed, because after the full body examination, she was subjected to forty-five minutes, with the very cheery doctor going over her reproductive health. To say the former young man was traumatized and overwhelmed, would be an understatement. Just as Jaune was being seated, Ruby vanished in a burst of rose petals, returning seconds later with a heaping bowl of icecream.

"So what happened? Jaune looks like she's..." Yang asked.

"I had to take her to the infirmary." Nora replied as she tried to subtly pull Jaune's bowl of ice cream towards her, only to have Ren push it back in front of the blankly staring Jaune.

"Why? Is Jaune sick?" Ruby asked, genuine concern in her voice.

"Jaune's..." Pyrrha blushed as she tried to inform RWBY the reason for the trip, but she couldn't. Her mind going to that place only she could visit.

"Jaune's boobies swelled, and she started leaking..."

"Who is the father?" Yang growled, her hair starting to glow. "NO deadbeat bails on Ruby's best friend..."

"Yang, pregnancy is not the only reason a woman could be lactating." Blake spoke up, before looking at Nora. "She's not, right?"

"Yep, No Auntie Nora, at least for now. Ow! Ren!" Nora shook her fingers, trying to ease the sting of the spoon tap Ren had inflicted upon her.

"That's Jaune's." Ren said very calmly. "You can get some of your own."

"But she's not eating it. It's going to melt away and be wasted!"

"So, why is Jaune lactating?" Weiss asked, a slight red tint to her cheeks, that had nothing to do with her being envious over Jaune's endowment, or the fact a very un-Weiss-like idea was floating through her mind.

"Hormones, yada, yada." Nora replied as she shot Ren a pout.

"Jaune say ah." Ruby commanded as she reached across the table and lifted a spoonful of ice cream towards her mouth. Jaune's lips barely parted, making most of the melting frozen treat smear over her plump lips. Lips that Pyrrha was just gazing at with a vacant look in her emerald eyes. "Jaune, are you okay?"

"It was cold... so cold..." Jaune mumbled.

"Did she have?" Yang asked, getting a nod from Nora as an answer. The rest of the young ladies all nodded with lips pressed together. They all had suffered what Jaune had gone through and could emphasize, their own times being similarly overwhelming.

"It's okay, Jaune. We're here for you." Pyrrha spoke up, finally having broken herself free of her trance. She picked up a napkin and gently dabbed Jaune's lips, as Ruby prepared another spoonful of ice cream. "Do you want me to take her to Professor Goodwitch's room, Nora?"

"Why does she have to go to Goodwitch's room?" Yang asked.

"Bras." was Nora's one word answer as she finally snagged Jaune's nearly melted bowl of ice cream. "The one she borrowed from me won't fit her anymore."

"She can't be bigger than I am, and there is no way Jaune is a busty as Professor G." Yang offered. "I can lend her a couple of mine, until she can get some of her own."

"I think Yang and Jaune's chests are pretty much the same size." Blake commented.

"No way, she looks bigger." Ruby countered.

"That's because she's shorter." Weiss informed her partner.

"I could compare?" Pyrrha offered a strange glint in her eyes.

"P-Money?" Yang asked, a tinge of fear noticeable in her voice.

"No, I'll take her." Nora spoke up. "I promised Professor Goodwitch that I would protect Jaune's chastity from thirsty wenches."

Everyone at the table turned to look at Pyrrha.

"I'm not a wench." she mumbled in response, as she dropped her gaze to the table and started fidgeting with her hands.

"Okay, Fearless Leader, time to go see your Aunt, and get your girls some support." Nora stood up and gently helped Jaune stand. "We'll meet up for Oobleck's class? That's the last one for the day right?"

"It is." Ren confirmed.

Nora nodded to Ren and then waved to the rest of her friends as she led the still dazed Jaune out of the cafeteria.

#ozpin's fault au #rwby #jaune arc #female!jaune #foxfaunus!jaune #vixen!jaune #team jnpr #team rwby #glynda goodwitch

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doomatnight · 4 months

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Final part of my asks. Plot twist warning.

Jaune, frustrated with getting cucked and Pyrrha betraying him, decides to divorce her. When he breaks the news and the reason for the divorce to her as well as the visiting Ren and Nora, Pyrrha starts acting weird, claiming that he was the one who cheated on her with other women while he forced her to watch. Jaune, Ren and Nora are confused until team RWBY arrive and tell them the truth.

Turns out Pyrrha never cheated on him. They were kidnapped by their friends and put under a hallucination and them putting on disguises to make them believe that they were cheating on each other. It was Ruby who Oscar was fucking on his birthday, it was Yang who Adrian was fucking on Pyrrha's birthday, it was Winter who was getting bred by Whitley. Pyrrha was not involved in any way, every time it was the work of Emerald's Semblance and his friends cosplaying as Pyrrha while she was given videos that made it look like he was cheating on her.

When he angrily asks why they did that, Ruby tells him that it was an elaborate prank that they did because they thought that he didn't deserve Pyrrha so they decided that she needed a better man and tried to divorce them in the worst way possible.

Pyrrha is not amused and neither are Ren and Nora.

Hi, I’m skipping to the end here, and let me explain why I am rejecting these sets of asks.

As much as I would have loved doing a little series of Jaune getting cucked over and over I do have some issues with these asks that is going to make me have to not answer them.

1) Please, do try to only send one ask at a time. Four at once quickly floods my inbox and it can be quite overwhelming for me to have to answer so many at once. Not only that but other people are sending asks too and I really want to be able to get to theirs as well.

2) This ending just feels, cruel. I know that I despise Jaune with all of my heart and cucking him is fun but that’s the thing. Fun. I do this stuff for fun. I know that I probably have to continue to update my rules to properly explain things but reading this ending kinda ruins my mood to write the others. Like what is the point? Just for a nasty divorce in the end? First off, hits a bit too close to home and that’s as personal as I’m gonna get on this blog. Second off, leaves the previous ones feeling hollow? Like the kidnapping is a bit much and I’m guessing it was a prank by Emerald? While in character kinda, it still feels cruel for cruelty’s sake.

So sorry Anon, I am going to be rejecting these asks and updating my rules accordingly to help clarify things.

Feel free to resend your asks one at a time with tweaks to your ideas and I’ll be more than willing to write them!

#doomlewd.txt

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yangsbandana · 3 years

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em yangsbandana’s top 10 bumbleby moments let’s fuckin’ goooooo

so yesterday i got an anon ask that didn’t actually ask me to do this, but it was about a little bees moment that i love. while i was answering i was like. where does that moment actually rank among my favorite moments? and then i was like. what actually ARE my favorite moments???

so i made a top-10 list! (i think i originally said i’d rate the moments, but they’d all be 10+ out of 10 so this is more interesting) this was just fun for me to do and not at all serious. honestly on any given day i would probably create a completely different list. if you care to see it, you can find it under the cut!

and also if you want to make your own lists i would fucking love that i want to know everyone’s favorite bee moments but don’t mind me

let’s gooooo!!!!

10. yang loses her arm attempting to save Blake / “everything you love... starting with her....”

look. i know it’s not cool or enlightened or anything,,,,, howmever,,,,, i’m a sucker for the ‘rescue the girl’ trope. but only when it is gay. and especially when it is tragic. this,,,,,,,,, just hits. the fact that this happened (and that blake ran after, engendering a fuckton of angst) is why i am here in the first place. but it is low on the list because i also HATE this,, fuck adam lives.

9. “what does she even see in you???!!?”

speaking of adam lives,,,,,, giving this one its own entry because it drives me fucking up the wall that this is an actual line of dialogue in the show and not,,, you know,,,, from a fic.

pour one out for homophobic ally @dam t@urus

8. burning the candle

gotta give this scene credit for really kickstarting the bees from ‘oh they’re cute as partners’ to ‘oh what the fuck,,, is this,,,, mutual understanding on a deep emotional level??????? what the fuck????’ also, yang’s ‘i’ll save you a dance,,,’ bitch,,,,,,,

7. THE GAY LITTLE V5 GLANCE

if you’re not a brand new follower, you’ll have expected this one. just. jesus christ. jesus fucking christ. this stupid little gay glance makes me absolutely lose my stupid fucking marbles what the HELL were they THINKING. this is crwby trying to telegraph blake’s attraction to yang in a pretty unsubtle way and you cannot convince me otherwise,,,,,

6. “what if I needed her here for me?”

i started watching rwby in a kind of roundabout way, but there’s definitely some parallel universe out there where someone just showed me this scene to successfully sell me on it. this gay shit? this gay nonsense right here? this platonic ideal of gay yearning??? i live for this. the way yang not only wants but needs blake??? the way she’s trying to deny how much she feels for blake? the way it spills over anyway? overwhelming and irrepressible??? gay! gay gay gay!!!!

5. “we’re protecting each other”

the first time i saw this scene i saw it out of context and was like,,, ‘this is some corny anime shit, isn’t it?’ but after watching the rest of their story up to this point,,,, i now cannot watch this moment without wanting to fuckin’ howl at the moon. fUCK. i’m going to drive to the nearest ocean. i’m going to drive my car directly into the ocean. THEY’RE PROTECTING EACH OTHER.

4. bees go on a not-date in v7

most of the moments on this list are pretty heavy on drama, angst, and Romance, but the fact that they get to be so light and flirty in v7 also means so much to me??? and this scene shows us so much about this stage in their relationship. the flirty looks? the casual touching? the implication that this is not-a-date-but-actually-absolutely-a-date? for once they get to take a breath and be teenagers falling head-over-heels for one another,,,, the thought of that just warms my stupid gay heart.

3. beeunion 2.0

might be a little bit of recency bias at play with how high this is on the rankings,,, but is there really??? LOOK AT THIS?!?!? i can’t stand it. the way yang just so tenderly cups blake’s cheek? the way that blake initiates the intimate forehead-touch? the way that all of their pre-relationship anxieties wash away once they’re safe and reunited, basking in one another’s warmth? fuck, man. there’s a fuckin’. treebranch in my eye or something idk.

2. BLAKE WAS GONNA J--

NO RECENCY BIAS HERE THO. i’m serious this is fucking everything to me. not literally blake almost jumping--i’m actually pretty glad weiss stopped her or else it would be a whole thing and it would be exhausting. HOWEVER. the drama of blake trying her hardest to save yang,,,, only to come up just short,,,,, seeing a beautiful, warm future she had found herself hoping for vanish before her eyes,,,,,, just the grief and fury that comes after,,,,, you can feel in that scream how much she thinks she’s lost,,,,,, and it hurts real good. just really, really delicious angst. i’m obsessed.

(i also think with this moment there’s also this sense that it’s a major reckoning for blake. she and yang have been dancing around their feelings for a while. in v7 leaving it unsaid was fine--they felt like had all the time in the world. in v8 there wasn’t a moment of quiet for them to address it. but now, after seeing yang fall, blake knows what it feels like to think she’s lost yang forever without telling her how she feels,,,,,, just,,,, the emotional implications of that,,,,, the sheer potential leading into v9,,,, goddddd)

Honorable Mentions

beeunion 1.0 - “yang???” was insane. soulmate behavior.

v7 truck talk - the mature disagreement and compromise! sublime!

emerald forest initiation - blake thirst extravaganza

yang getting flustered over blake’s haircut - yang thirst extravaganza

the v6 angst shed - have i mentioned i love angst

1. “i’m not going to break my promise. i swear.” / “i know you won’t”

not to be a basic bitch, but this one is IT. until the bees confess and kiss, no scene is gonna match the intimacy and emotional intensity in this one. just,,,,, the vulnerability and comfort and trust and love,,,,,,, and it’s just such a powerful way to conclude their v3-v6 arc,,, finally coming back together after being torn apart,,,, their bond reforged and stronger than ever and also just,,,, transformed? like after this, something just seems to shift for them--they just know at a deeper level how much they mean to one another.

like,,,, it’s just,,,,,,,

THEM!!!

#anyway smash those like and subscribe buttons!!!#lmao i have never in my life wanted to create a top 10 list of anything before #but when it came to bees i was like SIGN ME THE FUCK UP #bumbleby

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heliosthegriffin · 3 years

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Damn magicians....

“Jaune, why are you looking so nervous?” Pyrrha pushes Jaune forward to the auditorium. “We’re just going to support Velvet.”

Jaune pushed his heels against the ground in a futile attempt to resist going to the magic show, but his partners strength was superior to his, merely creating a rut in the ground behind them.

“I don’t trust them, not a single one of them! They’re are unnatural, they’re weird, all of them are witches and warlocks to be burned at the stake like they belong!”

Nora pokes Jaune’s cheek while pulling his hands forward with one arm. “That’s a little harsh, fearless leader. Magic shows are fun!”

“I never been to a magic show that I loved! They always embarrass, abuse, or scare me! Back me up, Ren! Remember that time I told you about the scorpion faunus and his ten hats, ten rabbits, and one machete trick, right?!”

Ren stoically walked beside him. “I thought you were joking, it was pretty fun how unsettled you seemed.”

“The blood was stuck in my hair for days, Ren, Days!”

Pyrrha sighs. “Your overreacting Jaune, just because you’ve had a few bad experiences with magic shows, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t support Velvet. I’ll have you know she’s been working very hard for this performance, and by goodness you are going to be there and support her!”

“Seventy-two! Seventy-friggin-two magic shows, Pyrrha! Not a single one after the first, have I willingly gone to! This is cruel and unusal punishment! I’ll sue, I’ve got the best laywer that the Schnee’s don’t own, Namor Wicktorch!-”

Nora slaps a hand over Jaune’s mouth. “Shhh, buddy, we’re here. So sit down, relax, and enjoy the show.”

Jaune whimpers and starts to tear up.

“Ah man, Ren. He’s doing the thing.”

Ren comes up to Jaune. “I got this.” Then backhands Jaune. “Man up! It’s just a damn magic show, not the end of the world.”

Jaune’s head twists with blow, then unwinds to look at Ren in directly in the eyes. Ren feels a uncomfortable feeling in his gut as his leader crack’s his neck and scowls at him, his pupils staring in to his own, then twists his neck to look at Pyrrha directly in the eyes, then slowly turns to look the rest of the team in their eyes. “I will remember this.” He hisses.

Nora shrugs. “Sure you will buddy, you’ll remember what a great team you have that took you to an awesome magic show, and you’ll be so grateful you’ll take us to an all you can eat Pancake Bar, and oh look we’re here.”

Jaune freezes in abject horror, then begins bucking and struggling against his friends strength, as pure adrenaline surges through him, nearly throwing them off of him.

Only to stop as something is shoved in his mouth, his energy disappearing, and his eyelids starting to sag.

Jaune turns to culprit. “What, did you do to me?”

“I gave you a sedative.”

“You drugged me.”

“Velvet, is a good friend and you’re overreacting, it’s nothing that your aura can’t handle, but until your body filters it out you will behave and watch the show. “My vengeance will be the written in my family annuls, the kind only we will remember, for how terrible it will be.” Jaune then shut his mouth and sat on the floor. “I won’t resist, but I’m not walking in there, pick me up, drag me, whatever.”

“That’s the spirit!” Nora grabbed Jaune by the shoulders and put him over her shoulders in a efforless shoulder carry.

The team then walked into the near pack auditorium, Ruby waving them over.

“Come on over, already! The show is almost about to start, what took you all so long.”

Pyrrha shook her head. “Sorry, Jaune was being incredible stubborn about not going.”

Ruby pouts at the simmering Jaune. “Jaune! Come-on, Velvet has been working hard on this performance, can’t you show a little support?”

Yang perked up and look at Jaune. “Huh, I thought a guy like you would be all over stuff like this, it just seems like your kind of thing.”

Jaune looks darkly at them, saying nothing.

Yang frowns, then points at him. “What's his problem.”

Ren sighs. “He insist that every magic show he’s been to has scarred him, a ridiculous claim.”

Yang chuckles. “Huh, I guess you weren’t feeling the magic were VB?”

Blake looks at Jaune curiously. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look so unfriendly, it’s weird.

“Quiet, the show is about to begin.” Weiss says, a pointed look directed towards her team. “And stop making a scene, Arc. It’s unseemly.”

Jaune bares his teeth in a growl at the short heiress, who raises a eyebrow in confusion.

“Did he just growl at me?”

His team merely looked at each other.

Nora stuffs him in a chair and grabs one arm, so he can’t escape, while Pyrrha grabs the other one. “Nope, I don’t think I’ve seen him do that. Doesn’t matter though, because he’s not going anywhere.”

Jaune then freezes as the curtain rise, “Oh no, oh no, oh no, it’s too late.” Then sinks into his chair in defeat.

The group of friend look at each, before Weiss clears her throat. “Well, it seems like he won’t be a problem now, so let’s watch the show.”

The rest of them shrug and turn to watch.

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It was quite the performance, Velvet performing her act with near perfection, It was hard even for Pyrrha to see through her tricks at time, but that was part of the appeal to not be able to understand what she was doing.

The rest of team CVFY helping behind the scenes or as part of the act, doing the best they could, sure they made some mistakes here and there, but they recovered fast and sometimes included them in the show.

Even Jaune seemed to relax, but more in a accepting of the inevidable than actually feeling relaxed.

Finally Velvet pefromed the last trick of the night before bowing.

“Thank you all, for coming to my show, It has been a pleasure to perform for you all, and I hope you all enjoyed it!”

A roaring aplause was her answer.

A deep crimson blush wrapped around Velvet's face. “Thank you! With such approval, I must ask, how about one more trick?”

Another roar of approval.

“Alright, now watch, as I make this man disappear!” Velvet points her wand at random into the crowd, landing on Jaune.

He smirks and he turns to look at his friends as his body starts to fade away, holding a middle finger to both his team and Team RWBY as he disappears.

Then he’s gone.

The two team stared in a mixture of shock, horror, and disbelief.

Velvet stares in shock. “Um, I don’t think that was supposed to happen...”

Nora was the first to speak. “Oh shit, this means Jaune was right. He’s gonna be pissed.”

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With one last haunting moan the monster that had been attacking him for the last couple hours since he first appeared in it’s lair finally succumbed to him. As Jaune’s stamina and skill let him survive, no, overwhelmed the white-skinned black veined woman who jumped him the second he appeared in her room.

Salem fell exhausted on the chest of the one who had defeated her, succumbing to a pleasant fatigue she hadn’t felt in millennia, feeling positively glowing.

Jaune lay naked on the bed, with the monster woman entangling him, scowling. “I swear, when I get back there is going to be hell to pay.... At least it’s not Vacuo this time.”

#Jaune Arc #Pyrrha Nikos #Lie Ren #Nora Valkyrie

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kob131 · 2 years

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Hey Ho, it’s the seldom heard Creative Insults Anon. Mostly coming by to answer your question. And honestly? It’s because we don’t agree on a lot of things. You may be a bit too vehement in defense of RWBY for instance, though I know it’s more reaction than malice, but simply put, I like to see other people’s points of view on it. Just cause I can’t enjoy something doesn’t mean I don’t want to try to see why someone else can.

Oh hey man. I wish you'd stop by more.

And...if I may get personal and honest with you...I do that myself. It's why I still complain about RWBY critics to this day: I want to look at an opposing view to see if I can learn from it, see if there is something I missed.

But my issue is that whenever I see a criticism about RWBY, all my knowledge about media analysis and the facts of the show itself tell me otherwise. Like take for example the criticism of 'Jaune is a self insert'. On a very basic level I can understand it as Jaune is voiced by Miles Luna, acts somewhat similar to Miles and does get more focus than your average side character. But when I try to look at this from a deeper perspective, it breaks more and more. Like how Jaune is constantly the target for slapstick humor, a type of humor that degrades and belittles its targets. Or that Miles tends to be the one who criticizes Jaune (like saying that Jaune reminds him of himself at a younger age, which Miles hates, or saying that Jaune is a thick headed dumbass for not noticing Pyrrha). Or that when Miles had full creative of a project (Red Vs. Blue Chorus Trilogy), the character that Miles voiced was superficially like Jaune (Felix)...as a means of deception and is truly nothing like Jaune before being degraded and humiliated in his final moments.

All of this tells me that Jaune ISN'T a self insert of Miles. So I look to find another pattern that does match up...and it always seems to circle back to using Jaune as a proxy to bash Miles because it's an accepted target.

That's not the only time this has happened. The same is said of 'Team RWBY are the real villains' make sense on a basic level (their actions did cause James to become mistrustful)...but deeper analysis (AKA what I always do) shows a lot of contradictions (like how Ironwood seems to think people should just follow him without him explaining himself or that 'the heroes make the same mistake as someone else' is a common trope used to demonstrate nuance by showing that they aren't inherently better) and many others.

Could these be the result of misunderstanding? Possibly but from what I can tell, these people think and speak clearly. They are capable of clear communication which in my experience is a sign of intelligence. So if they are capable of this-then I can't truly say that they're wrong because they're dumb. And even if they were, you would think that someone in their group would speak up to correct them right? But it never does. So...all I'm left with is that this is due to either willful ignorance of overwhelming bias. And my experiences with politics affirm that for me.

But that always leaves me with some doubt. Am I right? Did I look at everything available? Did I miss something? Did I misunderstand? Will the future prove me wrong? I'm constantly stuck in this loop of my knowledge and experiences telling me one thing but my brain saying another.

I wish I did understand the criticism on some level. It'd be a lot easier for me. But I don't and I don't believe in lying to myself. I also don't believe in just listening to affirmation over and over, it just feels so...constraining and gross. So I still try to listen.

... Sorry Anon. That was building for a while. Stop by when you got a good zinger for me.

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itsclydebitches · 3 years

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Hey there! Admittedly I'm a little bit nervous since this is my first ask, but I'll try to not be too rambly.

So, recently the main subreddit, r/RWBY, made a ban on active users of the r/RWBYcritics subreddit. As a result there's been discussion around bad-faith criticism in the latter subreddit. What are your takes on bad-faith criticism?

For me personally, I think a bunch of people are misusing the term "bad-faith" and using it as a way to shut down criticism, but I'm curious to hear your thoughts on it.

Hey there, everyone! We woke up to some drama this morning, huh? And hello to you too, Tortoise! I'm so glad you decided to send in an ask, even if it's following some pretty tumultuous events...

Right, I'd like to start with a story. The story of how I personally don't spend time on Reddit, but I have plenty of friends who will occasionally cross-post something for me to see. Yesterday (or the day before? Idk time is meaningless) a friend told me about a post — which, significantly, I'm now having trouble finding — that covers RWBY's inconsistent writing and the fandom's tendency to try and explain away those missteps. They'd thought I'd be interested because I'd just had a conversation here on tumblr where I made that exact point to someone who, also significantly, vehemently disagreed with me, but in a very civil fashion. Given everything going on, I feel like this side point needs emphasis: we debated, we did so in a sometimes heated, but nevertheless respectful manner, it was clear neither of us was going to sway the other, and the conversation ended. The two "sides" of the community interacted without Armageddon coming about.

But back to the purpose of this tale. I went to take a look at this point and found that it no longer exists. There's just some vague message about it not obeying the subreddit's rules. "What happened?" I asked. "Why'd they take the post down?" "People were getting too heated in the comments," my friend replies. So, given that the comments were still visible, I proceeded to read through them, expecting personal attacks, slurs, harassment, etc. Any number of things that would justify deleting the post itself to put an end to such behavior. Instead, I found a thread of people having a conversation. Was the conversation heated at times? Sure. Did one or two individual posters edge into the realm of petulant, "No. You're wrong and stupid" responses? Yes. Was any of this remotely what I was expecting given the post's removal? NOPE.

"This isn't allowed?" I said. "Well then what is? People were being civil! Or at least as civil as hundreds of strangers ever get when discussing a series they're passionate about online."

Then, this morning, I hear that the entire critic subreddit has been banned.

So to answer your question, Tortoise, I don't actually think that "good faith" criticism exists. Meaning, it's not just that fans are misusing the term "bad faith criticism," but rather that there is no unified, agreed up method of writing criticism that will meet their standards. It's not possible and we know it's not possible because fans have been trying to meet those elusive standards for years:

A fan posts nothing but praise for RWBY until changes make them criticize the show as it is now. Their entire body of work is dismissed as the product of a "hater," despite the overwhelming gap between positive and negative reviews.

A fan posts a review that's a pretty balanced mix between praise and criticism. They're dismissed because it's still too much criticism.

A fan posts a review that's 99% praise with 1% criticism. That's still too much, with fans focusing on the single problem they had with the work and using it as an excuse to dismiss the entire review out of hand.

(As an aside, the argument that critics are "obsessed" with only saying negative things and that the only problem here is that they're "too" negative ignores the argument that... RWBY has a lot of flaws nowadays. Few are willing to acknowledge the possibility that it's not fans insisting on making things up to be mad about/ignoring the good parts of the show, it's the that show is, as of now, legitimately more of a mess than it is a praise-worthy product. If I'd been writing recaps in the Volumes 1-4 days, my work would have been skewed far more towards the positive. The critics' stance is that RWBY has gotten worse, which yes, results a higher volume of critical posts. To say nothing of how criticism takes far longer to explain, likewise resulting in posts focused primarily on that side of the divide. I really enjoyed the image of a crying Jaune reflected in his sword. I did not enjoy that moment's context. Saying that you liked an animation choice is a one sentence thing. Explaining the complexities of Jaune securing emotional moments, the problems with Penny's second death, the hurt many fans experienced watching an assisted suicide, etc. takes a whooole lot longer. Hence, you get massive, multiple posts about these nuanced topics and fewer, smaller posts about the details that are working well.)

A fan talks about a topic that has been metaphorically banned by the fandom as a whole. They have something good to say about Ironwood. They dislike something about Blake/Yang. They enjoyed Adam as a character. They have a problem with Ruby's leadership, etc. There's a whole list of topics nowadays that will result in an automatic dismissal, regardless of the point the fan is trying to make or how well they make it.

A fan talks about the minority representation of RWBY — its black characters, its queer characters, its disabled characters, etc. — and as a result has something to say about the biases and missteps of those writing these characters. This is considered an attack on the writers and, therefore, automatically bad.

A fan talks about how they enjoyed RWBY as it was years ago and is having trouble reconciling the dark, complicated story with the simple, hopeful one we started out with. This is seen as an attack on Monty's vision and an unwillingness to accept that "everything is planned."

A fan does as asked and ensures that their post is meeting all the requirements of "real" criticism. They have an argument to make. They have a point. They provide evidence. They recommend a solution. They keep their tone respectful. They don't attack the creators. They provide disclaimers in every single paragraph about how they do not hate RWBY. It doesn't matter. They're considered too negative.

I have, quite literally, seen every one of the above examples on multiple occasions. I have had many of the above accusations leveled at my own work. When fans say that they're fine with criticism provided it's not "bad faith" criticism, they don't actually have a specific post-type in mind; a checklist of behaviors another fan can emulate and, provided they do that, no hate will come their way. Or, if an individual fan does actually go, "Yeah. That criticism I'm fine with" that response is in no way universal. One person's "They make a good, civil point" is another person's, "Omg stop bashing the show!" Because "bashing" has come to mean everything from curse-laden insults towards everything RWBY has ever done, to posts that just happen to say something other fans don't agree with.

It's a rigged game. There is no way to post criticism about RWBY in an agreed-upon, appropriate manner. This recent ban is proof of that. I think it's incredibly telling that almost immediately after I was going, "Wow. A pretty calm debate about the flaws of RWBY in the main sub. That's great to see," all posters from the criticism subreddit were banned. The main sub literally just had the sort of criticism that they claim to accept — people respectfully posting analysis-based arguments resulting in calm debate — and yet they implemented the ban anyway. I'm not going to pretend that I've never gotten too heated on my own posts, never made snarky comments when I'm frustrated, never used exaggerated reaction GIFs that can come across as insulting... but I'd say on the whole my RWBY work is precisely the sort of "good faith" criticism that other fans are supposedly looking for. I never make an argument I don't think I can back up with evidence. I try to allow for the nuance and differing opinions of complicated topics. I try — even if I don't always succeed — to write in a clear, respectful manner. Yet none of that work has stopped people from telling me I'm a "bitter... raging asshole," a "deranged, delusional psychopath," telling me to set myself on fire, threatening to smash my head in, or just messages to straight up kill myself. If someone like me who legitimately works hard to create fair, defendable criticism and who only ever posts on a personal blog that people can easily block, who never engages in debate until someone else starts it first, never seeks out other fans I disagree with to harass them about what they like... if someone like me is still a "bad faith" critic who "deserves" that kind of hate mail... then what kind of criticism do people want?

Nothing. That's the answer. No criticism whatsoever, of any kind, no matter if it's delivered respectfully, is making a good point, whatever. That's why "RWDE" was created. That's why the critic subreddit was created. The community at large has demanded a complete separation between Praise and Anything That's Not 100% Praise, which has now resulted in this ban. Any other explanations we see are excuses, which becomes glaringly obvious when you look at the mods' supposed reasons for implementing the ban:

"Constant arguments with r/RWBY users" - As opposed to the arguments surrounding things like shipping that never, ever happen?

"Vote manipulation and comment brigades" - The subreddit with 3,000 participants, with around 200 on at a time, is manipulating the votes of a subreddit with 155,000 participants, with over 1,000 on at a time? Those numbers just do not check out. If a positive post is downvoted, or a critical post upvoted, maybe that's because large swaths of the community actually agree/disagree with that assessment, not because the incredibly smaller group is somehow manipulating things.

"Attacking and harassing those they disagree with" — Again, as opposed to those non-critics that never, ever harass people? This is an individual problem, not a community problem. Both critics and non-critics have their sub-groups acting in ways they shouldn't. If anything, the main sub will have more individuals harassing other fans, simply by virtue of being so much larger. As the above examples attest, it's not other critics who have told me to light myself on fire and, just to be clear, the asks I've responded to are a miniscule number compared to the amount I've received. I delete the lion's share for my own sanity and to save my followers from reading the really graphic threats.

"Months-long NSFL spam brigades" — I am, admittedly, not sure what this is referring to. Spamming of NSFW content? If so, that's also an individual problem.

"Homophobic, transphobic, and racist attacks towards our users" — See the above points. Again. If someone is being homophobic, transphobic, or racist, then yes please, ban them. Don't ban an entire community for the actions of a few. It's like walking into a store and banning a customer for causing a scene... but then also banning everyone else who happened to be shopping at the same time. It's guilt by association.

The silver lining to all this? The community as a whole isn't pleased. At least according to the main subreddit comments and a few individual voices like MurderofBirds. Despite the increase (from my perspective anyway) of critical voices post-Volume 8, criticism of RWBY is still very much seen as taboo. As this ban showcases. But it's really reassuring to see so many fans, critics and non-critics alike, going, "This was a mistake." A community is meant to include all aspects of engagement: praise, criticism, and the gray area between. If anything, fans like the mods of the main subreddit should be creating a separate subreddit that is specifically for praise. In the same way that there should have been a tag for RWBY praise, rather than trying to eliminate any and all criticism from the main "RWBY" tag. The majority of fans, even those who claim to hate critics and all they (presumably) stand for, recognize that a blanket ban of all criticism is not the way to go, especially when "criticism" has come to have such a staggeringly broad definition. If you want your RWBY experience to be nothing but sunshine and roses (ha), then cultivate your own internet experience to reflect that. Create your own pockets with rules about how this is the space for praise and if you're not up for praising RWBY right now, don't interact with us in this particular space. Don't try to make the entire community — the main tools used to discuss the show online — conform to your preferences. As established, there is no "good" criticism that everyone in the fandom will accept, which just leaves a fandom with no criticism at all. I'm glad to see I'm far from the only one who, when presented with that extreme, is going, "Nope. No thank you."

#rwby #mymetas #suicide tw #rwde

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blake-belladonna-defence-force · 3 years

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Cuddles and books headcanons?

*snort* okay. Well... y’all know how I am about a good bee cuddle so... let’s start with bee cuddle headcanons!

Cuddle headcanons;

Yang is extremely touchy and loves a good cuddle. She loves to cuddle and she loves to be cuddled. This girl just likes her cuddles and who can blame her? But she finds it harder to cuddle in hotter temperatures because of her semblance so she balances this out by giving Blake one of hers to cuddle or by laying on her back and lazily slinging a leg over Blake’s hip so she’s still touching her because they Must Be Touching At All Times. But when the heat struggle first pipes up, Blake gets maybe a little nervous or insecure that she’s done something wrong. But Yang’s quick to reassure her and soothe her worries with a tender, albeit very sweaty, forehead touch.

Now Blake, on the other hand... do I even need to say ny cuddle headcanon for her again? This girl is a cuddle FIEND. Especially when she’s tired and around people she trusts. Typically it’s with Yang and she’ll just... sleepily flop onto her and snuggle up to her, much to Yang’s delight. But she’ll definitely get a little cuddly with Ruby and Weiss too. Blake can and will use the top of Ruby’s head as a pillow. Weiss’s lap makes for a great resting place. And whenever team RWBY has to sleep in a group... somehow, and nobody quite knows how she manages it, Blake gathers up her three favourite people in her arms and cuddles them in her sleep. Just casually squeezes future her sister-in-law, her friend and her girlfriend as she dozes. Just splayed out on top of the people she feels safest with. When asked about it, she gets very blushy and shyly admits that she never had the luxury of feeling safe in the White Fang and so... now that she has people that make her feel safe, she gravitates to them when she feels vulnerable - such as when she’s tired. Weiss stops complaining after that, Ruby just can’t help but let out a soft squeal and Yang... just pulls Blake into a gentle hug, burrows her face in her girlfriend’s neck and feels a little overwhelmed by how much Blake trusts them... especially her.

Book headcanons!

Blake infodumps. Like... seriously. Once she feels comfortable and safe with a person? Once she trusts them? If they ask her about a book that she’s read/reading, she’ll pause, cock her head at them and ask “Do you want a quick rundown or can I ramble for a bit?”

When it’s Yang asking? The answer is almost always “Yes, please ramble because you get so passionate and excited and it’s adorable I love you so much!” unless she’s has no choice but to settle for a quick rundown.

Blake will probably then have a very specific wiggle or comfy position as she rambles about the book, including analysis and symbolism, and while Ruby and Weiss both humour her with soft, fond smiles... Yang is just... utterly enchanted. She’s hanging onto every word, leaning forward, head in hand and just so very in love with Blake and how excited she gets about her books and how she rambled and gestures excitedly. At some point, she learns how Adam had diminished Blake’s joy and excitement for books, made her feel small and unimportant, so she takes the time to make Blake feel like her hobbies matter to her and pays attention to her.

Blake does the same with Yang’s comics/t.v shows.

Now Yang... Yang loves to read too, even if it’s not quite as much as Blake. But what she loves even more is being read to. She associates it with a happier time, with safety and love and comfort. It makes her feel taken care of and important. Once she admits it to Blake, with a sheepish laugh and a downward turned gaze and a fierce blush, Blake proceeds to set aside time each day where she’ll sit and read quietly to Yang as Yang rests her head in Blake’s lap, gazing up at her with adoration in her eyes as Blake plays with her hair.

They just... love each other so much and do little things like that to ensure that they both feel as loved and safe, valued and important as they deserve.

#bumbleby

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constantvariations · 1 year

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Making myself sad by thinking about how amazing the Herb hazing session could have been if it had been the first real look into Ruby's failing mental state

Imagine if you will, Ruby waking up on the beach. At first, she's mostly in awe of the facts that wtf she isn't dead?? and now she's in some strange new world. Wandering through the jungle, she hears a sudden noise and instinctively goes for Cresent Rose

It's missing

Ruby panics, frantically searching for it until she collapses against a tree, breath coming out fast and ragged, curled in on herself so tight that her bones ache. It's not until Little comes along, futilely pulling at that cheese plant, that Ruby starts moving again

Later, as Weiss reveals the news about Atlas, Ruby goes quiet with everyone else, each mulling over their disastrous failure. Ruby smiles and reassures everyone that it'll be okay, they'll think of a way to fix it because that's what they do

When it's time to go into town, she's the last to get up

She's still Ruby Rose, the leader of Team RWBY, the strategist, the one with the plan and the speeches and the drive to do good with optimistic cheer, but everything she does is just slightly off, like a minorly distorted mirror

Then they meet Herb. He asks simple questions - questions they used to have the answers to, but now they're second guessing everything they thought they knew. To help them out, Herb offers to let them have a session with a magical substance (I'm picturing incense) that allows them a mental space to confront their doubts

After talking it over, the team agrees to try it. They're all obviously anxious about it, not knowing what to expect from the vague description given to them, but Ruby is the most reluctant, only going along with it because the others are

Colorful smoke fills the room. One by one, the girls fall asleep. We follow Weiss, Blake, and Yang during the back-and-forths with their Beacon selves, laying out how they've royally fucked up, how overwhelming and impossible the situation is, how they never should have stuck their nose in this

They're asked, "That's it then? You're giving up?"

They think about it, but eventually say, "No. There's too much to lose"

Each of their mental spaces becomes vibrant with their newfound determination, filling up with the reasons they're fighting: friends, family, dances and movie nights and homecooked dinners

Each of them are asked, "What are you?"

Each of them says with full confidence, "A Huntress"

While not rid of the guilt and shame of having so many mistakes under their belts, each of them reignites their drive to do good by striving to atone and become better Huntresses, better people

Suddenly, we cut to a dull grey nothingness. The camera looks up at Beacon Ruby, bright and chipper as we all remember. Smiling down at us, she asks, "What are you?"

Ruby Rose, slumped on the floor like a cut marionette, turns her eyes to the floor as she flatly says, "A failure."

#rwde #ever notice how often situations happen *to* the girls instead of *because* of them?#passive protagonists are so boring. make some choices! fuck shit up and deal w the consequences! DO SOMETHING #thats one of the core problems of rwby: the writers refuse the girls the agency to make bad decisions #every choice they make is upheld by the narrative no matter how stupid or catastrophic #which is morally reprehensible considering a lot of the narrative choices in this show but its also so BORING #which is one of the worst things a story can be

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book-of-lewd · 3 years

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Touching a Nerve [RWBY]

This was originally an ask from “banzaimeow” but I lost the ask, so... yep, unfortunate. They asked:

“Weiss, can you describe what it felt like to lose your virginity to your older sister? Or how it feels every other time you have sex with her?”

Weiss gave an indignant huff and crossed her arms. 'What did it feel like?' It was such an absurd question that at first she refused to even dignify the words with a response at all. But she quickly demurred when she felt the firm, authoritative weight of a hand pressing between her shoulder-blades, and her eyes drifted over to the imperious, highly disciplined figure of her elder sister sitting cross-legged on the bench next to her. Pulses of heat ran through her slender body from where Winter touched her, striking notes all the way from her furiously blushing cheeks to the burning delta between her legs, and she squeezed her thighs together so tight that the sensation actually left her short of breath.

"It... it hurt like hell!" she said harshly. "How else should it have felt, having your untouched womanhood violated by -- by something the size of a grown man's arm?" Even her most acidic tone couldn't mask the raw arousal filling her haughty voice; if anything, the vulgarity only made her wetter and wetter. It was a good thing her outfit doubled as all-purpose formal wear, because the steady flow of girlish cream flooding through the frills of her petticoat would have otherwise left a shameful stain by now. Or a puddle, dripping searing lust onto the floor beneath the two Schnees.

Squashed alongside her beloved sister on the narrow bench, Winter wrapped an arm around Weiss's alabaster shoulders and pulled her in even closer. Weiss couldn't help but squeak as she was nestled in Winter's softness. What genetics and fate had overlooked in her they'd given to Winter in spades, from her broad, bouncing tits that strained and fought against the metal buttons of her military uniform, to the plush, bountiful hips and the peach-firm ass spilling out as they cushioned her in her seat. Not to mention the slumbering behemoth she knew to be lurking out of sight somewhere under those crossed legs ... If she was a betting girl, she'd guess that Winter had that bitch-breaking length strapped flaccid all the way down the side of one endless, creamy thigh. Just the memory of it had Weiss pouring drool from both ends, and she hurriedly swallowed to keep it from escaping her mouth.

"--and I fully admit," Winter was saying, entirely unaware of Weiss's reactions as her breast cushioned the younger girl's shoulder, "that in the throes of our ... for lack of a better word, 'passion'--"

"Violation, you mean," interjected Weiss meekly.

A small vein ticked in Winter's temple. Weiss wasn't fooling anyone with her attempts to seem outraged -- for all her haughtiness and bravado, nobody knew her better than her big sister, and Winter could practically taste the lustful submission hanging around the heiress, the smell surrouding her like a cloud of estrus. It was so potent and needy that, try as the trained soldier might fight it, her hulking girlcock was already beginning to stir to life within her trousers, slowly forcing her legs apart as it gorged with blood. But she continued nevertheless, a slight hiss in her voice as she clenched her teeth to stave off the growing lust that was now churning in her crotch.

"In our passion, I may have been somewhat aggressive, at least in comparison to my normal behaviour in such circumstances. It was something that I reviewed extensively afterwards, and by all accounts I wasn't entirely unreasonable in my methods," she added, casting a narrowed eye down at Weiss. "In fact, all the reviews I received were exemplary."

Weiss subconsciously bit her lip, unable to hide the obvious tell as memory after vivid memory streamed past her mind's eye. Her vacant pussy throbbed so hard that for a moment it felt as though Winter's stare had physically punched into her, desperately craving for her studly sister to fill that needy hole, to stretch it beyond recognition like she'd done the night her virginity had been ripped away from her. All the pain in the world hadn't been able to deny her the pleasure of being shaped and moulded from an aristocratic princess into a walking, talking, begging, screaming fucktoy for that supreme Schnee schlong. Far from welcoming her sister into the carnal delights of adulthood, Winter had forced that monstrous meatpole onto her, and into her, like she was nothing more than a juvenile gutter whore, ravaging her pure maidenhood over and over again until her breathless screams had been belted into submission by orgasm after shrieking orgasm.

"Y-You ... it's not like you gave me m-m-much choice, you know ..." It was getting harder and harder for Weiss to articulate anything by this point. Words rapidly failed her -- she could barely even think or breathe, for that matter. All that was occupying her mind at that moment was the overwhelming, sinful, primal urge to surrender to her sister's indomitable libido, to beg for Winter to whip out that huge, heaving pussy-pleaser and wreck her body until she became that white-eyed, mouth-gaping, cum-drenched gutter whore again.

"Is that so?" asked Winter coyly, her legs now starting to splay apart from her curvaceous hips as her own instincts responded in kind.

Weiss nodded vacantly. One hand dove deep down into her petticoat between her legs, her palm furiously grinding against her tingling mound, the sensation so woefully inadequate compared to what it had experienced. The other hand tentatively reached out towards Winter, fingers trembling as they danced up and down a pant-clad thigh. "You were just so BIG ... and BRUTAL ... and PERFECT~" As the last word emerged from her mouth, so too did her tongue, lolling open in front of her like the most simple-minded bitch imaginable. Her half-lidded pale eyes filled with dull fog as she stared into the face of her sister. Her lover. Her conqueror.

Winter gave a long, drawn-out sigh and raised a hand to cup at Weiss's cheek, and the younger Schnee moaned as she leant into it. "You didn't answer the question completely, Weiss. Honestly, what am I going to do with you?" A knowing, sadistic sneer tickled at the corner of her mouth, and as Weiss mewled into her touch she silently unbuckled her belt and tossed it onto the ground nearby. "How does it feel--" Her high-heeled boots went sailing from her feet, clattering against each other. "when you have sex with me now?"

Utterly entranced, Weiss watched in slow-motion as Winter rose to her feet and turned, veritably towering over her, her expression like a trickster goddess contemplating a punishment. But the heiress no longer had eyes for her sister's beautiful face; right there in front of her, staring Weiss in her slutty little face, bulging its way from crotch to knee, was the pulsing length of her big sister's big, perfect girldick, obscenely stretching out the woman's trouser leg as it strained and bucked in time with Winter's heartbeat. With exhilaration and expectation forcing her down onto her knees, she grabbed a fistful of fabric in each hand and tugged down with all her might, freeing that glorious pillar inch by agonising inch until, as she dragged those pants down around calf height, the full mast of Winter's massive ramrod lurched up and out into the open.

"Oh fuuuuuck~!" wailed the princess, a fresh gout of girlcum spurting from her whorish pussy as her eyes danced along more than fourteen inches of wrist-thick, pulsating meat that jutted out like a steel girder from her sister's hairless crotch. Every broad, twisting vein on its rugged surface throbbed as though possessing its own life force, each one a promise of such mind-blowing ecstasy that Weiss could feel the individual folds of her snatch rippling with the muscle memory of how thoroughly they'd been assaulted. Her fat, bloated balls swung low and heavy in their smooth sack, each one easily the size of Weiss's closed fist and churning with enough thick, milky cum to paint her petite body from head to toe in an inch-deep coat. And the head! The nectarine-sized crown had already begun leaking its heady precum the moment it had been released to the air, staining the air with the undeniable musk of the Schnee's superior bloodline. Like the trained, obedient bitch she was, Weiss immediately parked her face beneath that supreme prick, its shadow extending all the way up her face as the steady flow of syrupy ambrosia drizzled directly down along the centre of her tongue and into her mouth.

In between guzzling down mouthfuls of precum, Weiss could only get a few words out before going back for more. "Sex with you ... isn't even sex ... you just fuck me ... like an animal ... until I pass out ..." She paused, only to stuff her cheeks until they were bulging from fluid, tipping her head back and gargling the potent concoction in full view of Winter's watchful gaze, and her sister responded with a fresh, violent spurt of pearly pre-nut that liberally doused her face from crown to chin. "And it's so ... fucking ... incredible~!"

For the first time since they'd sat together, Winter gave her baby sister a genuine smile, and her hands grabbed the girl behind the ears and roughly pulled her to her feet. Her tongue drove deep into Weiss's mouth and swirled from corner to corner, wrestling against her sister's own as every forceful moment sent splashes of precum and mixed drool spilling out around the corners of their lips mashed together. Weiss's eyes fluttered as the strength in her legs almost gave out, and her mind swam, all of Winter's addictive tastes wreaking havoc on her at once. She was putty in those hands gripping at her ass and the back of her neck, against that tongue rampaging towards her tonsils, in the face of that perfect pussy-pleaser poking against her taut stomach despite the base being so far away from her. By the time Winter pulled back, heavy strings of spit trailing from their lips, Weiss's legs were positively drenched in her own juices as they massed into a puddle on the floor.

"Fuck me, please ...!" Weiss begged. Her fingers ached with the need to wrap themselves around Winter's cock, to squeeze the shaft and grind its girth against her dainty palms, but her arms hung limply at her sides, devoid of even the barest hint of strength. It was for the best -- her only purpose from now until the time Winter was satisfied was to be a willing receptacle for every bruising, ball-slapping, womb-wrecking thrust, and the thought of being so harshly dominated by her elder sister had her visibly quivering within Winter's expert grip. "Break me, Winter! Destroy my pussy with your huge cock! Claim me, make me scream your name until the whole world knows I'm your baby sister cock-sleeve!"

Without saying so much as a word, Winter released Weiss from her grasp and swung back around, planting her bodacious rear end down onto the bench and spreading her legs wide. Her hands traipsed up from her inner thighs to meet around the absurdly thick root of her girlmeat, fingers splayed and holding the massive pole upright as it bobbed and throbbed and leaked its copious nectar down the more than footlong journey along the side of the shaft. Weiss's eyes were drawn to the imposing length as if hypnotised, the giant tip reflected in her pupils as she discarded her dress and stepped closer, her slender legs and bare pussy so pale and smooth compared to the bulging veins of that turgid breedstick. For a brief second she tore her gaze away from it long enough to stare at her sister's face, and the expression staring back at her made her weak at the knees, another volley of girl-cream dousing the inside of her thighs.

"Come and get it," Winter commanded.

If Weiss had a will of her own right now, she doubted she would have been able to resist the absolute authority in Winter's voice. As it was, she surrendered fully to the words ringing in her ears as loud as her own pounding heartbeat. With her heels mounting the wooden seat she rose up into a half-bended squat, a hand spreading apart the naked folds of her pussy as they hovered mere inches above Winter's towering cock. For a moment she didn't move, frozen like one of her Semblance statues as her breath hitched and caught in her throat. The lust coursing through her every nerve and fibre was impossible to resist, wanting nothing more than to spear herself on her sister's titanic prick and feel it plunging through her tunnel until it bashed balls-deep ... but no matter how many times Winter broke her upon it, no matter how many orgasms she had with that thing thrashing against her folds, she always felt a pulse of inexorable fear when it came time to doing the deed. Winter was so well-hung it put the stallions in their mansion to shame, and the thought of a cock that massive brutalising her insides was as terrifying as it was thrilling. Just how much was it going to wreck her this time?

There was only one way to find out, and no sooner did the thought occur than she dropped her snowy hips in one fell movement. Her defenceless pussy instantly skewered itself on every last cunt-busting inch of cockmeat, Winter's bulging veins running riot as they crashed upward into Weiss, the full force of Weiss's drop causing the head to bash square against her cervix. The flimsy barrier never stood a chance, having been pulverised into submission by that tip countless times before, and it welcomed Winter's brutish meat into the back of her womb, trembling as the pre-soaked flesh battered its way home. The agony and euphoria of that single moment set off a chain reaction inside Weiss's mind like a blast of dynamite as the orgasm of a lifetime ripped through her body without mercy -- her pussy creamed itself from end to end, squeezing and wringing around Winter's shaft as runnels of femcum streamed down into the soldier's lap, her eyes shrinking to pinpricks as her brain short-circuited itself, and her back arching to such a degree that she was at risk of spontaneous fracture. The unmitigated pleasure turned her existence white as her limbs tangled into a molten mess of helpless tremors, the melody of her piercing squeals filling the air as she spasmed and squirted atop her sister's godly girldick until she lost consciousness and fell in a sweaty mess onto Winter's front, still oozing her pussy's juices down onto those heaving balls.

Below the collapsed heiress, Winter merely took her sister by the shoulders and spun the pair of them around, lying Weiss on her back atop the bench and then bending her legs upwards, those ballerina feet pointed to the sky. Her cock throbbed powerfully, still wedged firmly inside Weiss's snug baby chamber -- even passed out, the girl's womb refused to release its vise-like grip on her glans, even as it continued to pour its honeyed pre-cum inside. It was definitely one of Weiss's best qualities ... and once she regained her senses, then Winter could finally start being aggressive~

#rwby #weiss #winter #schnee #rwby smut #banzaimeow

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vecnawrites · 3 years

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A Guide To ‘Wrestling’

A terminally innocent Joan finds one of Blake’s books and opens it just to see some funny positions with people. Immediately goes to Pyrrha telling her she found a funny wrestling book before showing her a copy of Kama Sutra and asking if Pyrrha wants to wrestle.

Joan hummed happily as she headed back to her dorm after turning in some make up work to Professor Goodwitch since she had been sick a few days ago, and was now free for the rest of her the day. She paused as she saw a hardcover book on the floor in the middle of the hallway. Blinking, the beautiful blonde walked over and picked it up, recognizing it as one that Blake always had her nose in when she should be paying attention in class.

Looking at the cover, the blonde titled her head. “Kama...Sutra…?” she tasted the words, her voice confused. What kind of book was this? Flipping it open, she blinked again, a puzzled look forming on her face. “Is it...a wrestling guide? Why would Blake have this?...and why are they naked?” she asked herself, before smiling. Maybe it was a wrestling guide for teammates? That would explain why Team RWBY was so close…

Tucking the book under her arm, Joan made her way back to the dorm with a bounce in her step, knowing that Pyrrha was waiting for her. Maybe she could do some of this with her?

Pyrrha Nikos sat on her bed in Team JNPR’s dorm, waiting for her precious, incredibly innocent partner to return. She, Ren, and Nora had pretty much come together to keep the adorable blonde from being taken advantage of by a great portion of the school, and the visiting schools as well. She had wanted to go with her, but Joan had insisted on going alone, saying that nothing would happen, leaving her to sigh and nod, trusting in her partner.

‘Speak of the angel…’ Pyrrha thought, relief flooding through her as the dorm room door opened, and Joan bounced in (doing magnificent things to her chest underneath her Pumpkin Pete hoodie) looking excited. “Pyrrha, guess what!? I found something we can do together!”

Pyrrha smiled sweetly at her partner and crush, despite the twitching her cock was doing in her panties. “What’s that, Joan?” Joan was very rarely ever unhappy with anything, but she also hardly ever this excitable, either.

“I found this book that Blake dropped,” Pyrrha’s eyes widened in complete horror, “And when I flipped it open, it showed all these wrestling poses for partners to do together! Look!” Joan opened the book and held it open in front of Pyrrha’s face. “Want to wrestle together?”

Pyrrha’s face burned. How had her lovable, so innocent partner mistaken a sex guide for a wrestling one? Fury at Blake filled her. She was going to skin that cat! Looking back up at Joan’s hope filled face, Pyrrha began to fumble for an answer. “A-A-Are you sure, Joan? I mean, the...the guide shows them naked…”

Joan giggled. “Pyrrha, we’re partners...and we’ve seen each other naked before in the locker rooms, you know? Heck, even in the dorms you all caught me naked by accident that one time I was changing!” she waved away Pyrrha’s concerns with a swipe of her hand.

‘Yeah, but you don’t know that most of those showers didn’t involve much actual showering…’ Pyrrha thought with guilt, her cock growing to its full length and popping out of the side of her panties, held fast to her thigh. She was thankful for that, otherwise her skirt would have flipped and Joan would have gotten quite the view.

Joan looked at Pyrrha, reaching out and cupping the blushing redhead’s cheek. “Are you uncomfortable with this? I could always go and ask someone else if they would like to do this with me? Ruby would probably find it fun!”

A dark fire filled Pyrrha at the thought of someone else taking advantage of Joan’s innocence and fucking her, using her and letting her just be a toy to them. She was worth so much more than that. “No!” she burst out, her voice far sharper than she had intended. She shook herself and continued. “No, that’s unnecessary, Joan...I’ll be happy to ‘wrestle’ with you.” despite the elation that filled Joan’s face, dread pooled in Pyrrha’s belly. She hoped she was strong enough to resist…

Pyrrha swallowed roughly, as she and Joan stood naked before one another. Joan’s massive, yet still perky breasts sticking out a great deal, no longer hampered or held back in any way by her bra or binder. Her wide hips flared out, leaving a significant thigh gap. The redhead was sure she her hand could fit in between her thighs and cup Joan’s core without being squeezed.

“Wow, Pyrrha! You’re so pretty! I’m jealous…” Joan pouted, looking over her partner’s body. Reaching out, she gently ran a hand over her muscled core, feeling the firm muscle under her skin. “I mean, you have just enough muscle, and your boobs aren’t so huge that you need custom bras, binders, and shirts…your butt is also the perfect size for your body...I mean, look at mine!” Joan turned and bent over at the waist, wiggling her plump butt. “I mean, mine jiggles every step I take, no matter how much I work out!”

Pyrrha groaned, her hard cock twitching mightily, drops of precum being thrown to the floor. How was Joan so innocent? There was no way she couldn’t know that showing off like this was effecting her...could she? She swallowed. She had to stay strong, she had to avoid pinning her beautiful, innocent, oblivious, sexy partner down and utterly fucking her into a senseless puddle of goo on her bed. “W-What pose do you want to try?” She couldn’t believe she was doing this. How was she going to keep herself sane?

Flipping through her guide, she smiled as she found the perfect one. “Here!” she chirped, showing Pyrrha eagerly, wondering why her partner suddenly made a choking sound. “Is...is this alright?” she asked, tilting her head.

Pyrrha could only nod, knowing that she was going to break because of this girl. There was no way she was going to be able to keep herself from breaking.

Joan giggled, squirming in Pyrrha’s hold. Her back was pressed against the redhead’s chest, and she was held up off the ground by Pyrrha’s strong hands by the underside of her thighs, leaving her lower legs and feet dangling.

Feeling Pyrrha’s penis brushing the inside of her thighs, Joan wiggled a bit more. “Oh!” she squeaked, feeling the tip prod against her lips, the firm head just grazing the surprisingly sensitive flesh…“Is that painful, Pyr?” she asked innocently, peering down between her spread thighs to get a better look.

Pyrrha whimpered as Joan wiggled and squirmed against her, that plump butt rubbing against her abs and pelvis, and feeling her cock being rubbed by those silky inner thighs, her tip just brushing against the entrance to what she was sure was heaven...she shuddered as she heard Joan’s question to her. “...yes…” her voice cracked as she spoke.

Joan frowned. “Well, do you want to put me down so you can make it better? I don’t mind waiting to wrestle together...I could give you a massage if you want?” she wiggled more, only to squeal as she was suddenly dropped, pussy speared by Pyrrha’s hard flesh.

Pyrrha begged for forgiveness from any deity that was listening to her, but damn it, he couldn’t take it anymore! Her partner offering to rub her dick was the last straw! She groaned as she dropped Joan on her cock, the tight grasping burning heat wrapping around her sensitive shaft. She buried her face into Joan’s neck, whimpering.

Joan breathed deeply, twitching as she slumped against Pyrrha, feeling herself flex and twitch around the beautiful redhead. “...ah...huh…?” she squeaked. She had never felt so good, so full before! She clenched down around the invader unconsciously, whining in pleasure.

Taking a deep breath and licking her lips, Pyrrha began to move, using her hands to lift Joan up off of her cock, before dropping her back down, thrusting her own hips up to give it that extra “oomph”.

Joan squeaked, fingers and toes curling and uncurling, shaking and quivering in Pyrrha’s grip. Her eyes rolled up in the back of her head as feelings she never knew filled her. She could twitch and jerk a bit, but not much else, being so overwhelmed.

Pyrrha groaned as she pumped herself into her suspended partner, pleasure coursing through her, along with elation that she was finally getting to be with the girl she loved so much. Guilt was the furthest thing from her mind at this point, her hips pumping upwards on autopilot.

Joan clenched again around what was inside her, her inner walls flexing every few seconds, feeling a knot forming in her lower belly, pleasure driving her up the wall. A long moan spilled from her mouth as the pleasure kept building, and building, and building...a loud keen spilled from her lips only getting higher and louder, until it culminated in a scream of ecstasy, her core clenching down on Pyrrha tightly.

Pyrrha gasped, stumbling back on the bed and dropping Joan on her cock, her balls pulsing and throbbing, eyes rolling back as she exploded, waves of thick cum shooting upwards into her precious partner’s unprotected core. She moved her hands, wrapping them around Joan’s midsection as it felt like every drop of cum was being wrung out of her balls.

Both lay on the bed, panting hard from the exertion they had gone through, attempting to catch their breath. Pyrrha, now that the orgasm haze was ending, felt shame fill her as she realized that she had taken advantage of her partner, despite the fact that her cock was twitching still, tucked within Joan’s warm core. How was she ever going to make it up to her?

Joan, however, was elated at bonding so much with Pyrrha, and seeing the book that allowed them this next to them, reached out and grabbed it, eagerly flipping through the pages for another position for them to try. Face lighting up as she found the perfect one, she acted.

Pyrrha squawked as Joan moved, twisting on her cock (a sensation that made her eyes roll back and her toes curl) and moving so she was sitting on her lap, face-to-face, an eager look on her beautiful features. “I found the next wrestling position that I want to try!”

Pyrrha could say nothing as Joan began to bounce on top of her, leaning forwards and smothering her face into the blonde’s bountiful tits. She whimpered, the sound being swallowed by Joan’s flesh. She couldn’t help herself, her hands darted out and grabbed Joan’s rear for purchase.

Joan whined happily as she bounced on top of Pyrrha’s lap, loving the feeling of her body. “Umm! Pyrrha...want to...keep doing this...all the time! Love this...bonding with you! Can we do it every day!?” Joan cried out as she felt the wonderful pleasure again, and knew it was all thanks to her beloved partner. She needed to do something nice for her...after a few more wrestling positions, of course!

Pyrrha squealed into Joan’s chest as she came again, her body somehow having more cum in it. She barely heard Joan’s words, but her cock twitched eagerly within Joan’s depths. Maybe Blake losing the book was a blessing in disguise?

#Arkos #Pyrrha Nikos #Jaune Arc #Rule 63 #Terminally Innocent Joan

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laulink · 3 years

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A.N : This volume is gonna be full of angst, I just know it, especially for Nuts and Dolts. They had too many good moments in these first 3 eps, it’s hiding something. So, I’m going to give into the angst... then give it a happy ending because I want to make this story into a fucking fairy tale and no one can stop me.

The wind was blowind way too strong to be natural. Ruby knew that. A few hours ago, seeing this power, feeling its raw strength would have amazed her, but the situation had changed. Oh, so much.

In front of her was Penny. Her beautiful, cheerful, kind, patient, funny, enthusiastic, intelligent, wonderful Penny. Turned into a lifeless doll by that mustached bitch, on fucking Ironwood’s orders. Ruby would have punched them both if they were in front of her. Her right hook had gotten pretty mean after Ozpin’s training and feeling these two bastards’ noses break under her fist would have been oh so satisfying.

But they weren’t here and Penny was the one facing her. Her eyes had turned red from the corruption in her systems, reminding her of Yang when she was angry and her mother, Raven, when she saw her for the first and last time at the battle of Haven.

A familiar noise at her left alerted her just in time to dodge Penny’s blades and avoid being sliced in two. Her aura was low, it would have broken under the attack. Behind her, she heard Weiss talking to Pietro over her scroll.

“What do you mean you can’t access her systems ?! You did it just a few hours ago !

- Yes, when Penny was still functioning normally ! Whatever Ironwood and Watts have done to take control of her, it has blocked all remote accesses, I can’t do anything to break her out of it !

- There must be something we can do !” Blake screamed from her side, avoiding another of Penny’s attacks. Ruby semblanced her a bit farther away, out of Penny’s reach so they could take a breath while still listening to Pietro.

“I have tried everything ! I can’t get through to her ! This kind of control can only be broken from inside, either by connecting to Penny with a computer and running a counter program or getting Penny to break out of it herself. But I can’t do any of those things !

- What was that about getting Penny to break out of it ?” Ruby asked before ducking under yet another attack from Penny’s blades, semblancing behind her to try and cut the damn strings, and being pushed back by a blast of wind. Her ears were ringing, but she still managed to catch Pietro’s answer.

“Penny can break any form of control on her body. That’s something I made sure of when designing her. Earlier, in the operations room, she could have pushed me out if she had so desired. The same could be done here, but the program run to control her is complex. Watts really outdid himself ; without a strong stimulus, a mind breaking shock if you will, his connection to Penny will hold and she won’t be able to push him out.

- So what you’re saying is that we need to shock Penny into rebooting her brain ?” Weiss asked, disbelieving.

“Basically, yes. A strong enough emotion could do the trick ; there’s a reason people say that, under certain circumstances, their brains short-circuit. That’s what we need right now.”

Penny’s movements were getting more precise by the minute now. Watts was getting the hang of this, and Ruby wished he weren’t. If things kept going like this, they wouldn’t be able to avoid injuries, to them or Penny, for much longer.

“What can we do then ?!” she screamed in Weiss’ general direction. “What could possibly shock her enough to do that ?! We’re running out of time !”

Pietro was silent, probably thinking. Ruby felt someone’s hand on her shoulder and turned to see Nora looking at her, serious, but eyes sparkling in a way Ruby really didn’t like right now.

“I think you know exactly what we need to do, Ruby.

- No I don’t !”

But Nora’s cryptic words seemed to make it click for Blake, who’s ears perked up. She dodged a few more attacks from Penny, progressively getting closer to Ruby and Nora, who were retreating, protected by Weiss’ cover fire. When they were all close enough to talk without having to scream, Blake told Ruby :

“Maybe you don’t know, but you are what we need, Ruby. Or rather, what Penny needs.

- What does that even mean ?!”

Weiss seemed to catch on as well because she sighed loudly and gave Ruby a glare so withering that her leader could feel it even without seeing it.

“Come on, Ruby ! We need to inspire a strong emotion in Penny ! And we’ve all seen how you look at her ! Stop being a gay mess for two minutes and go get your girl !”

Ruby’s face turned as red as her cape. She turned around to face Weiss and deny, but Nora’s hammer deflecting an attack that would have otherwise turned Ruby into a hedgehog reminded her that she didn’t have the luxury to fight with her teammates. Instead, she used Crescent Rose to deflect Penny’s swords while screaming at them :

“Are you insane ?! Do you really think it’s the moment to play matchmaker ?!

- Actually Ruby,” Pietro spoke up, still on the scroll, “your friends’ suggestion is a good one. I believe that making your feelings known to Penny would provide a stimulus strong enough to break her out of Watts’ control. It’s worth a try.

- Have you lost your mind ?!

- No time to argue, Ruby !” Blake screamed while her clone was sliced in two where she was standing a mere second ago. “You have to try, now !”

She was right, they were at their limit : they wouldn’t hold much longer. Taking a deep breath to try and calm her racing heart, Ruby focused on Penny’s movements and semblanced her way between her blades, closer and closer until she was right in front of her and-

Materialising in front of Penny, Ruby screamed as she punched the girl, breaking her focus long enough to push her against a rock sticking out of the ground, trapping her with her body.

Taking Penny’s face in her hands with all the care and tenderness in the world, Ruby told her :

“I’m sorry Penny. I love you.”

Red eyes flicked back to green, then red, then green, then red again, almost too fast for Ruby to see. She was almost there, Penny was almost back, she just needed one last push... !

Letting her heart and instincts guide her, Ruby leaned up on her tiptoes and took Penny’s lips between her own in a deep, loving kiss, trying to convey all of her overwhelming feelings to the girl of her dreams. Her adoration for Penny, her happiness at seeing her again after so long, the warmth she felt whenever Penny smiled at her, whenever she talked to her, saw her face, the joy so enormous it felt as crushing as it was liberating when Penny hugged her or kissed her cheek... The love that invaded her entire being, unbridled and devastating, begging to be known, to be shown, unrelenting, whenever she so much as thought of Penny... She poured everything, her very heart, into this kiss...

... and almost broke it out of shock when she felt artificial lips start moving against her own and strong, gentle hands press against the small of her back, bringing her closer to Penny.

She should have taken a step back, checked that Penny was really there, free, ask how she was feeling... but the moment felt so perfect, Ruby couldn’t resist it : she sunk deeper in Penny’s embrace, her hands moving forward and around the Maiden’s head to rest on the back of her neck, cradling her, keeping her close, as close as she could while she prayed this moment would never end.

Alas, the world wasn’t so kind as to let them in their little paradise forever. The two girls eased back, just enough for their lips to part, but still close enough for their noses to brush and their breaths to mingle. They locked eyes, silver and green, no trace of red to be found, and their lips shaped into twin grins, so wide their cheeks started hurting. Ruby couldn’t help it, she pressed her lips to Penny’s again, and again, and again, even though the contact barely counted as a kiss since they smiled too much to properly give one.

Penny’s arms tightened around Ruby’s waist, bringing her impossibly closer, pressed flush against her love. Having regained some of her composure, though tears shined at the corners of her eyes, Penny whispered against Ruby’s lips :

“Thank you Ruby. I love you too.”

Melting both from the embrace and the confession, Ruby responded with a loving smile and the sweetest kiss she could muster. As Ruby buried a hand in Penny’s hair to keep her close while she deepened the kiss, they both heard someone coughing loudly, reminding them they were not alone. Blushing, both girls jumped away from each other and turned to face their friends who were giving them very pointed -and smug- looks.

Weiss was the first to break the silence :

“When this war is over, I’m commissioning Blake to write a fairy tale about you two.

- No problem,” smirked Blake, “this story will write itself.

- “The Rose and the Maiden : tale of a fated love”. This will be a best-seller,” Nora promised.

As their friends kept chatting about the hypothetic book, Ruby and Penny shared a resigned, but happy glance. Without so much as a word, their hands sought each other out, their fingers intertwined and a feeling bloomed in their hearts : the certitude that, whatever would be thrown their way, they would overcome it together.

A.N : End ! I know that kisses in RWBY always lead to absolute tragedies, so I wanted to turn it around and have the tragedy be dealt with by a kiss. We are in a show inspired by fucking FAIRY TALES, God damnit ! Give me some true love kiss saving the day !

This was a bit rushed, but I hope you enjoyed !

#my post #rwby #rwby8 #rwby spoilers #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #nora valkyrie #penny polendina #nuts and dolts #mechanical rose #no beta we die like Pyrrha #=P #I always see this kind of tag on AO3 #wanted to try it #my writing

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