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alyshiba · 2 months

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Rebecca Yarros Iron Flame Interview breakdown

I was reading Rebecca Yarros's interview fo Verity, and I couldn't help but notice the amount of info she gave there, some of which feeds right onto some of theories that has been floating around since Iron Flame came out. Ofc Spoilers Ahead for Iron Flame.

I'd like to break down the most interestig parts and bits of informations she ends up giving.

I'll jump straight into the questions in which they focus on the book and the storyline. And I'll break them down in the same order they are written in the article, so if you want to read and draw your own conclusions itìll be easyer.

The first interesting piece of information is given when she's asked about the opening of Iron Flame:

[...] the first way I wrote it in her POV, it was a 7,000 word chapter where he explained everything because she was like, you will tell me now. And it was an info dump at the end. So we cut it and we put it in Xaden’s POV.

This refers to very first chapter where Violet has just learned that Brennan is actyually alive.. I find it very interesting that Rebecca ended up cuttin it since in those 7000 words there was probably info about Naolin and what really went down the day Brennan "died". It makes me think that there's really something more to the story that we aren't meant to know now.

Then Rebecca is asked how come Violet is much less perceptive in “Iron Flame” than she was in “Fourth Wing,” to which the author gives, at least in my opinion, a very interesting answer:

Violet’s entire sense of self is based on her knowledge. Her knowledge of history, her knowledge of being raised as a scribe, her knowledge of everything that’s been poured into her. [...] She doesn’t know what of what she’s been taught is a lie. She doesn’t know if it’s her brother that just lied to her or her boyfriend or her best friend Dain or her mother or the guy she thought was like an uncle, Dain’s father. [...] And she has to learn that she has to trust herself again before she can trust anyone else. And she finds that in knowledge and in history and in books.[...] So she’s very torn between, I need to know everything because I know nothing now, and maybe I don’t want to know, because maybe loving him should be enough.

I was reading this article while writing my other post about Violet's second signet, and if this is doesn't answer what Violet's most pressing need is, what might influece a second signet I don't know what else will. Rebecca has just given us the answer to that question.

We are then met with a question regardin Dain, and "whether we should like him or not". So this is what she has to say about this:

*I knew Dain’s arc in book one. So while writing book one,*I had the interrogation scene from “Iron Flame” already in my head.[...] *[...] when you’re in first-person POV, you only see it from Violet’s point of view.* It is never confirmed that he knew they were going to die, it is never confirmed that he knew what they were sending them into*. All he did was see something and trust his father.

I think this part is answer enough to those who think Dain was plottin with his dad to send Xaden & co to die. I'm not saying it's confirmed that in Iron Flame he's on the good side, but now we have confirmation that at the time of Fourth Wing he 100% wasn't plotting anything.

Then we're given a very random piece of information concerning the weather in Aretia, the question might be random, but the answer, again is very interesting:

It grows hotter as more dragons arrive. Just like the Vale is tropical at Basgiath, as more dragons arrive in the valley in Aretia, the temperature rises*.*

I find this interesting since we know that there are at least 2 types of magic currently being used in the FW / IF universe: magic channeled from mythical beasts (yes, I'll group gryphons and dragons toghether, since asaide from the strenght of the magic, we know channeling from these two species is almost the same concept) and magic channeled from the earth (the source). We also know that dragons, and griphons i assume, can't channel their own power directly, there's very limited things they can do (like holding a rider in place, for example), without bonding to a human. So the fact that their presence influeces the weather of the area they choose to live is a very important and interesting detail. It shows that somehow dragon's magic influences the source.. so that makes me wonder how do these different types of magic interact (aside from the ability of a Venin to drain a dragon) ? Do they "come from the same place"?

I think this is an important point becouse if the source and dragon magic interact, than they do not exclude one another, and if this is the case, than we confirmed that one can be Venin while still channeling from their dragon, if the dragon doesn't choose to sewer the bond (we have no info on this actually happening ever though).

Is there something there? Or am I goig nuts?

The next question revolves around Jack Barlowe, Rebecca is asked why does he save her if he's venin, to which she responds:

[...]he’s still in hiding at this point and who better to convince everyone that nothing’s wrong with him than Violet

This is explanation enough, if he's the spy, he needs to maintain his cover, then she adds:

[...] By saving Violet, he’s still hiding what his true nature is and he’s still trying to prove to the professors who have been trying to quote, unquote, mend his soul and bring him back that he is fixable that he is mendable when really in the background, he is orchestrating this entire takedown of the wards.

This passage confirms, in my opinion, that if someone is plotting with the Venins, than it's not someone that has access to Basgiath. Becouse everyone who about him was trying to fix him, and find a cure to his veninism. This also explain that quote we're given at the start of I don't rememeber which chapter**, in which Lilith Sorrengail is being said that there's no cure, but only contol.** At that point probably Nolon has deemed that Jack was too far gone in his Veninism and his soul couldn't be mendend.

Oh yes and sould mending is confirmed to be a thinh lol, but only if you are already a mender.

We then skip the sex talk lol, and jump to why did Rebecca chose to introduce us to Catriona There's a passage in this answer, aside from the need to have one prominent chacter that makes dragon rider question the way they are being thought to ride, channel etc. which story wise, for the development of the character was a great choice to this passage:

[...] I wanted them to see Catriona’s not out to get Violet just because she loves Xaden, or because they had this relationship, she’s out for the power. [...] [...] She flat out says, you think this is about a man, this is about a crown. And any man in that situation would absolutely take another man to task over winning that crown.

This is very interesting phrase, considering that this is how Rebecca opened this very iterview:

[...] “One of the things I love to play with is that absolute power corrupts absolutely*, and that* when you want magic and you can’t have it because you haven’t been chosen by a dragon or a griffin, what will you pay for it? And people will pay with their souls. You see it in our society, all the time, people will sell their souls for power. So it’s a matter of, how much of his soul did he exchange? And once you start, how do you stop and is it an addiction?” [...]

I know that Catriona kind of has a redemption ark, she ends up saving Violet's life and they become somewhat civil at the end, but.. Rebecca repeated the same concept only twice so far, and casually she does when asked about Catriona.

She is then asked about Xaden's second signet, and Rebecca says the following:

[...] What I love about that is he says, it’s a kind of inntinnsic — but they don’t have any alive*. So* how does he know exactly what he is? How does he know if that’s full? How does he know what it is? He has no clue. They have no inntinnsic alive. So he has no idea what he is. And he has no idea, is it intentions? Is it words? Is it thoughts?

This is exactly what we've been asking ourselves, and I feel like with this phrase she is hinting that she will take one of this two directions: Either there are inntinnsics alive, adn Xaden has had some sort of training/knowledge however brief that might be, or he is not what he sais he is and he can read more than intentions, or will be able to. I'm more lenient towards the first.

In the end it is safe to assume that there are more than one type of inntinnsic and that some of those can remain hidden or are just killed, like truth tellers. There is (i don't remember which chapter) an heading quote in IF that goes something like: Inntinnsics are always killed on the spot for the danger they provide, but yet we let truth tellers live, so it wouldn't be odd for a full inntinnsic (that hasn't gone mad) or some type of them that hides pretending to be an "accepter kind of inntinnsic"

We are then told that Xaden did not fall in love with Violet from the stories Brennan told him, as some theories stated, and that he did in fact hate her, but could't act on it since his deal with Lillith.

Rebecca also says, in this response that "he’s [Xaden] not the guy who’s going to save the world", and is one of those who would destry the world for the one he loves, so there's that. He's no hero..

Then, as I also said in my post about Violet's second signet, we have confirmation from Rebecca herself that Liam was just an hallucination and that her second signet manifested

After this we get some questions that are answered with "you have to read book three", confirmation that Xaden is turning into a Venin, and not yet a full one like Jack. AND that No one as ever seen someone be cured of veninism, but we haven't read book three yet. So maybe there is a cure after all.

Then:

The dream that Xaden has featuring the Sage in that final scene, which reveals how he began to turn venin, appears to be the same dream Violet has been having featuring the Sage throughout all of “Iron Flame” — but that Violet’s dream has actually been from Xaden’s POV this whole time. Does this mean the Sage (who says he’s actually General!) always wanted Xaden, or he wanted Xaden to get to Violet, or he wants both?

So I feel like I am right in my prediction of Violet's second signet after all

Then when Rebecca is asked if the characters will remain in Basgiath for book three she ends up saying the following:

[...] that there are weaknesses in the wards they aren’t aware of. You see it in “Fourth Wing” when he shoves the energy into her while they’re sparring.

So basically, the way she phrased this makes it look like Venin are siphons for the power of the source, they do no just drain, but "fill" with the energy/magic they steal. And yes considering that in that scene Jack's eyes are described to be red-trimmed I'm 100% that this was part of his Venin powers. That is a take I personally have not yet read anywhere, and that makes one wonder if siphons (or at least a specific siphon**) are more prone to turning Venin becouse their power works in the same way**, and wheter this is the reason they are kinda rare as a signet... do they all end up turning venin?

This is about it, I find that she made such interesting points, and that she danced a lot around the major theories going around since november... what do you think ?

#fourth wing #fourthwing #ironflame #iron flame #violet sorrengail #violetsorrengail #xaden riorson #xadenviolet #violet and xaden #xaden and sgaeyl #tairn #tairneanach #violet and tairn #rebecca yarros #the empyrean

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moonshynecybin · 2 months

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top taylor swift songs that were actually written about rosquez?

they are many they are myriad they are legion.... no order and non exhaustive ofc

wouldve couldve shouldve. ouegh ough aough aoueg. ouregh. and i damn sure never would've danced with the devil. at nineteen. and the god's honest truth is that the pain was heaven. i mean JESUS CHRIST dude. songs that make me want 20 mins alone in a room with valentino rossi and a baseball bat.

all to well ten min. i think the longer version is inferior generally but adding the lens of a slightly fucked up age gap pushes this up the list. so many insane rosquez details in this one. i was thinkin on the drive down hes gonna say its love you never called it what it was. (hello.) the idea you had of me, who was she? a never-needy, ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you. (HELLO?) charmed my dad with self effacing jokes like youre on a late night show. (HELLO!!!) my friend valentino did that to my buddy marc. i was there i SAW IT. my friend @repsol-ariel made gifs.

i bet you think about me. jussssst the right amount of insufferable for them in the bitter post divorce chaos of it all... truly like. vale you fucked UP dude. i think this plays in marc's head for every championship he wins 2016-2019. when you realized im harder to forget than i was to leave. crazy. bananas. fun to think about if youre nasty... i also love indulging the side of marc that is kind of fucking mad at vale lol. my cuntress... this is why we cant have nice things also fits in this category. its the fun parts of divorce: like spite!

forever and always. you ever think about 2015 and how crazy marc probably felt when he realized his whatsapp thread with valentino post ranch visit was all messages from HIM. like truly before that season he said vale is my friend all is good between us :) then in midseason he says its a different relationship not quite a friend one just absolutely white knuckling it. and all this happened with little public indication of off-track conflict. WHAT HAPPENED. anyways did i say something way too honest that made you run and hide? like a scared little boy??

story of us. a fixture of my imaginings. but you held your pride like you shouldve held me. how did tswift know. what did she see. was there a psychic on her staff. did she perhaps have a prophetic dream of some sort.

haunted. YOU AND EYE WALK A FRAGILE LINE I HAVE KNOWN IT ALL THIS TIME.... CMON CMON DONT LEAVE ME LIKE THISSSSSS i thought I had you figured out... something's gone terribly wrong.... you're all I wanted.... hello. is this thing on. like truly maybe the most rosquez of my rosquez songs. this one is THEMMMM to me. its dramatic its tense its yearning its a little PISSED OFF.

back to december. RECONCILIATION ANTHEM. your tanned skin your sweet smile so good to me so right.... GOD. truly like before they reconcile but after vale has turned the corner. wistful regretfulness!! pride swallowing by someone not used to it!!!

cowboy like me: twin flames!!!! FUKC!!!! IM NEVER GONNA LOVE AGAIN!

#motogp #callie speaks #asks #rosquez #taylor swift #there are so many others. so many

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Roman is set to meet Neo's new girlfriend. She opens the door, and Ruby Rose comes in. It naturally leads to an... awkward dinner with all three.

(I can do that, though its probably less awkward for Neo)

Roman watched as Neo finished getting ready for her date, still curious about who his partner in crime had been dating these past few months. Not that he really cared, but at the same time, Neo had been acting differently ever since she mentioned she had a girlfriend. Their crime sprees seemed to be at a stand still in Vale, only ever going out to the villages just outside the kingdom walls or going to Mistral whenever they had a job. And that concerned him. “So, are you ever going to tell me who you’re dating?”

Neo paused for a moment as she finished brushing her hair, then shrugged as she signed. “Maybe tonight.”

“What do you mean maybe? I’m your best friend, your partner, surely you’d tell me who you’re dating.”

“You’ll hate her.”

“Hate her?” Roman asked with a scoff. “If she can put up with you, then I’m not sure I’ll hate her.”

Neo smirked. “Great, she’ll be here for dinner.”

Roman paused for a moment as he held his cane, staring at Neo when he realized what she had signed. “Hold on, you’re inviting her here? Why didnt you tell me?”

“Because you were going out for a meeting.”

“Well, I can put off going to that meeting if it means meeting whoever’s caught your eye.”

“Dont say I didnt warn you.”

Roman rolled his eyes and put his cane up, watching Neo as she finished getting ready for her date. He’d thought that after nearly ten years of living with her, he’d seen just about everything she could do, but watching her put on her makeup, use her semblance to try out various looks before finally settling on an outfit, and almost seem more excited for the night than she’d been for any of their jobs, it was almost as if he didnt know her as well as he thought.

It wasnt long until he heard a knock at the door and he opened with a smile. “And you must be Neo’s-” The smile on his face dropped as he stopped talking, staring at Ruby standing on their doorstep. “And what, exactly, do you need, Red?”

Ruby looked away for a moment as she double checked the address. “I’m… here for Neo.”

“For Neo. Right. And what do you need her for?”

“A… dinner… date,” Ruby answered, holding back a bit of anger and a bit of embarrassment.

Roman paused for a moment as he took a quick look back at Neo who had a smile on her face. Then, it finally hit him why Neo thought he was going to hate her date. With an annoyed sigh, he moved out of the way of the door, and defeatedly motioned for Ruby to enter. “Welcome to our apartment.”

Neo immediately ran to Ruby to hug her and started to walk her to the kitchen, signing away to her. Roman closed the door and watched the two, regretting that he had moved his meeting in order to meet Neo’s date. Ruby Rose, the thorn in his side for nearly five years by getting in his way at just about every turn of a job, the huntress that practically made it her mission to put him behind bars, and now she was standing in his kitchen, welcomed by Neo. The world suddenly made a lot less sense than it had a few minutes before.

“I need to double check something, so stay here with Roman.” Neo signed very quickly before rushing into her room.

Roman sat down, watching Ruby as she stood at the other side of the kitchen. A cruel joke, that’s what this had to be. The gods were just playing a cruel joke on him. Neo would never date his nemesis, there had to be something more to this. Maybe Neo had some dirt on Ruby or this was just a way to keep Neo out of trouble.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard Ruby move a chair and sit down across from him. “So… Red…” Roman did his best to keep from looking at Ruby, clearing his throat between his words. “You… you and Neo are-”

“Dating.” Ruby said with a nod, looking away from Roman. “Y-yeah… we… we are.”

“Right. And… how long?”

“Does it matter?”

“My partner matters to me.”

“Two years.”

Roman gave a quiet nod. Of course he knew it’d been two years, Neo hadnt been quiet about having a girlfriend. The only thing she’d been quiet about was *who* she’d been dating. Still, he was going to try to be civil about it all as long as Ruby was someone Neo cared about. “How?”

“How?” Ruby asked.

“How did you two start… dating?” Roman asked as he finally looked at Ruby. “I dont see how this didnt start as a way for Neo to get something.”

Ruby took a moment to answer. “She saved me after a mission went wrong.”

“What do you mean she saved you?”

“I mean she saved me.”

Roman frowned at the answer, but didnt argue as Neo came back out and started to bring over the soup she’d made. He got up to help her, pushing Ruby back down into her seat as she tried to get up. “You’re the guest, you dont have to help.”

Neo smiled a bit and directed Roman to grab the rolls and bowls. “Get along with her,” she signed.

“I’ll get along with her,” Roman said in a hushed whisper as he grabbed everything. “But I dont see why you’re dating her.”

“Because I love her.”

“I dont like this.” Roman sighed and finished grabbing what he was asked to grab and made his way back to the table, setting the bowls down along with the rolls as he watched Neo sit down next to Ruby and excitedly sign to her.

Once the table was set, he sat down to eat an awkward dinner as he watched Ruby and Neo talk to each other as they ate. He couldnt help but quietly eat as he learned about what Ruby had been up to, the missions she had taken, and the jobs that she’d managed to stop, all while doing his best to keep from interrupting. Though, he was glad once dinner had started to come to an end.

“We’re going out,” Neo signed to him just before clearing the table.

“Dont be out too late,” Roman said quietly as he watched Ruby help clear the table and follow Neo out. He had to admit, he hadnt seen Neo that happy in years and it was a breath of fresh air. He leaned back in his chair and let out a heavy sigh. “Of all people, why did it have to be Red?”

#ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #roman torchwick #neopolitan #drabbles #ruby x neo #rwby strawberry shortcake

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heliosthegriffin · 7 months

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Shadow Knight, and the Magical Girls

Chapter III

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It occurred to Jaune, that if he ever got found out about his night-time activities, he'd be thrown into a padded room and drugged out of his mind.

Not because it wasn't real, but because it would challenge normalcy, or the conspiracy, or whatever. It wasn't a matter of keeping people safe, so much as it was of keeping the illusion of control. If, whoever is actually in charge, suddenly admitted that monsters are real and killing people, it would change everything.

It would make the populace challenge everything from that point on. If monsters are real, why wait for the police to protect you, if they can protect you. Why listen to anything the government, what else might they be hiding? Why pay taxes, if you don't know where your money goes.

He suspected that was the most important one to the higher ups.

Jaune shook his head, he walking to his workshop and got lost in thought, probably due to his poor sleep, maybe he should look into something about that.

Regardless, he didn't have any proof that the Authorities had any more information than he did, and if they did, no proof that they were a cause.

At best they were a lead, and nothing more.

For all he knew, the Shadow Monsters might have only first appeared the night he met one.

Anyway, his workshop, wasn't really anything that could be called a legit workshop.

It was barely a building, and if he had to estimate it net-worth ... In-between a crack-den and a moonshiners still, and looked half as good.

Still it served his purposes. It was secluded deep in the woods, because it used to make drugs probably, and had plenty of space for him to work, and he could sleep and workout here if he needed too.

It also functioned as his meal-ticket, as Jaune was not a rich, he did not come from a rich family, either. So in order to fund his one-man crusade, he had taking to finding junk, repairing, and then selling it off.

He also did it entirely under the table, so he did not pay his taxes either, but considering what he did was a public service, it probably could count as charity or a write-off, or whatever.

If the authorities ever found out about this place, and his notebooks, he was fairly sure he'd be labelled a domestic terrorist.

That is if they didn't just unperson him, burn him, his notes, and the workshop down to pile of ashes.

Only happy thought here, Jaune thought to himself. He mused for a moment, when did he become so paranoid? Vale had never done anything to him, at least directly, even then it wasn't evil, just amoral.

He had no proof that any higher-ups knew anything, so why did he keep coming back to worrying about them? Was it because they were a easy target, all the leads he followed telling him about black-sites and Vale's own dark history, or was he on to something?

Jaune looked at the white-board, he had drawn a very detailed diagram of a shadow-monster, and they're possible anatomy.

He could always say that he was a character-author. That for him to write that he needed to be the character. That might work.

He went to the white-board, writing 'Fire not as effective as hoped, no nerve-endings to burn.' No more molotovs ... for now. Jaune wasn't above collapsing a building on one of these creatures, though he'd like to not get to that point.

That was his main pain with this monsters, no vitals really, beside the eyes, and even those, he was considering were just for show, due to the lack of response from the bear-mace he tried on them a couple nights ago, but further testing wouldn't hurt.

Pure and raw destruction seemed to be his best option when fighting them. Unfortunately, strong as Jaune knew he was, he didn't have the strength to cleave through they're bodies, especially the larger ones. Even if he were to start bringing bigger, heavier weapons, they'd start to weigh him down, and his biggest advantage over them was mobility, and if he lost that, he'd be dead.

Well, good thing he had the saw-ed off, things had been very, very difficult before that. So much damn cardio, running around luring shadow-monsters into kill zone, he felt like some kind of a cartoon with some of those traps.

Hell, the first night, he discovered how much a natural he was for long-distance running, and beating things to death with a lead-pipe.

You never knew what life has in-store for you until your back is against the wall. To be honest, most of the first night was a blur of running, then frantic slamming and beating a small shadow-wolf to death with a pipe.

Everything had hurt the next day, he remembered. In fact he hadn't just hurt, he was terrified, he refused to leave his room for week. His family didn't understand, he couldn't tell anyone, and he was sure he had imagine it, until ...

The bodies started adding up. People being mauled, torn apart, left as stains of blood on the ground, and pieces of people being found around the city.

Nobody had any clue, except for Jaune. He had survived. Survived, and with it came knowledge, power. Responsibility, he had to do something.

Jaune was terrified. He was still terrified. But, he was even more terrified of what would happen if he didn't act. Those Girls might be killing Shadow-Monster too, but they had failed and where they failed, he had to succeed, or ...

More blood would be on his hands.

Jaune went to his work desk, and got to work, he was making preparations for another night.

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Ruby was thrilled to fly. It was a freedom that you couldn't find on the ground. She didn't get her ability to fly from magic like the others, it came from her semblance and aura. But ... she did have her own magic.

Flying above the sky could see the aura of darkness of The Grimm, a flock of Nevermores flying above and ready to do evil!

"Halt, monsters! Face the silver eyes of judgement!" Ruby stopped mid-air and posed at the monster-birds, who fired razor-sharp feathers at her, which she dodge easily, before firing a ray of silver light at them, utterly destroying them.

Holding up a v-sign. "Victory for Ruby!" She cheered, before covering her mouth, looking around for anyone else, and then sighed. "Stupid, can't blow my cover."

"Not like they're is anyone up here beside us." Came a voice from the darkness.

"Eep!" Ruby, or in other-words, Magical Girl Red, (which was totally different from Crimson!) shrieked.

"Calm down," Black, or in other words, Blake said floating not far from Ruby.

"Don't scare me like that! How long have you been there?!" Ruby accused.

Blake shrugged. "Not long," She smirks, though only her fellow magical girls could see through the veil of magic on her face to see any expression. "Just enough to know, Victory for Ruby."

Red pouts. "Please, don't tell the others!" She shakes her head like a puppy. "You know I can't take anymore teasing, I'll do anything!"

"Anything?" Black asks with malice. "Then, you'll have no probelm going to pick up a certain book for me at a certain date at a certain place, right?"

Red's blushes like her namesake. "Oh, you mean," She looks around for the other, and then whispers. "Ninja's of Love 8: Lord of Kunoichi's? I didn't know it was out yet..."

Black smirks like a cat. "I have my connections, but you'll have to got a kinda of shady part of town to get it." She thought for a moment. "I'll let you borrow it when I'm done!"

"Deal!" Ruby said with cheer, she saw no downsides in this exchange. "Wait, a shady part of town? Doesn't that have you know bad people in it?"

"I didn't take you for the kind to stereotype people, Miss Red. I guess, I'll just have to ask Yang do it?"

"No, I'm not like that, I pinky swear!" Red says holding out her petite finger. "I"ll just have someone come along with me so that my cover doesn't get blown if I need to fight."

"Good, hmm, you could take your Knight in Grimy Armor with you, though, looking at him, he might cause more trouble than you can handle. They're a difference from looking tough to avoiding trouble, and attracting trouble by looking tough."

Red stared at Blake deifiantly. "Jaune's a softie, he'll protect me like a true good-guy."

"Not that you would actually need it," Black added.

"Yeah, but ... It would be nice to play pretend for a while. It's nice to have some fight for you, instead of the other way around, for once. It makes me remember why we're out here fighting every night, to protect the good people, Blake."

"Ru-, I mean Red..." Blake said softly.

"Yes?" Red asked sweetly.

"If anyone had been here, you would have blown my cover."

"Aaccck!"

Black gave her a evil grin. "So, they're is another book that I need, but, it's a bit out of my price range, but seeing as your such a good friend, who wouldn't go around name-dropping my identity, that just got her allowance, you wouldn't mind going out and picking it up for me, would you?"

Under her magic veil of magic, Ruby shed a single tear over her lack of sweets and tinkering she'd be experience soon. "N-no, not at all, Bla-- aah-ah-ack, Black," She said managing to save at the last second.

"Hmm, alright. You have my silence." Black's ear's then twitched, and turned her head. "That way. It's coming out of the east end, near the junkyard."

"Yeah! Lets beat its butt back to it's ugly home and family!"

"Wow, no need to be mean, Red." Black said flatly.

"Oops." Red did not process sarcasm.

"Whatever, lets get rid of it, it's just a Beowolf pack, or two, hardly even worth our time."

Said Beowolves were 12ft tall standing up and 800lbs of Dark Matter, minimum, with claws that could cut through steel and limbs that could smash through concrete, to say they were dangerous was an understatement.

Regular side-arms wouldn't cut it, a dozen men mobbing it with sticks and stone, or knives and spears might not do it, and if they did, they were almost guaranteed to die. To have a chance, this type of fight power was needed, or a exceptionally skilled fighter armed with wits and good firepower could do it.

Ruby and Blake tore through the pack in less than a minute. It was not even a fight, it was culling, the Beowolves being hit with enough firepower thrown around to level a city-block to rubble. They didn't fall to piece or have a chance to fade away, they merely erased off this planet, along with a millions of Lien worth of damages to the streets, cars, and nearby buildings.

It was the most successful attempt at directing they're powers this far!

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Jaune had fucked up, he realized, clutching his side where his stitch had reopened. Blood was coating his entire side down to his thigh in a sticky red paint.

His back was a mess, he also noted distantly, it felt like someone had taken it through a meat grinder, and likely looked like a ground beef.

The girl behind him was shivering with fear, and he smelt urine. Two dog-sized scorpion-monsters circled them, with stingers glowing in the darkness.

He had been doing his patrol tonight, everything going well, which he should have known was a bad sign. It had been nothing but slow, clumsy, or young Shadow-Monsters.

Then everything went silent. He could find feel a strong concentration of Shadow-Monsters near by, and then, well, the Junkyard exploded, well the street in front of it did, that would have been bad enough, but... well. There was a girl.

There was always a girl. She had been out jogging for whatever damn reason she had, but froze up as silver and purple light tore the street open like some sort of scalpel from heaven. It was something that boggled his mind to see, how was something like that even possible?

He made a decision, and found himself covering her as the explosion launched debris over them, and something sharp, well a lot something, sharp hit his back, as the shock-wave hit him, knocking and rolling the both of them for several feet.

Jaune was sure he had some broken bones, maybe worse. But, he had covered her the entire way, and hadn't let her get hurt.

That would have been bad enough, and then he heard chittering, and had the most unfortunate discovery of the night, but not a unexpected one.

The Shadow-monsters, they lived underground. When the street broke, it gave several of them a exit out.

Like these two here.

Getting up had hurt like hell, but he managed it, practically forcing his body back together, as he got off of her, dragging the brown-skinned girl to her feet.

Then more or less dragging her to an alleyway, which thinking about it, Jaune realized sounded horrible.

Which had turned out to be a horrible idea. As more than one hole underground had opened, and another Shadow-Scorpion had been at the other end.

Leading back to where they were now.

Looking around for any advantages, Jaune saw very few, besides a fire escape.

"Sorry," He dared mumbled to the amber-eyed girl.

"What?" She had a moment to say, before Jaune grabbed her by the collar of her jersey, as he tossed her up onto the fire-escape, the woman managing a squeak of fear.

Jaune then put her out of mind, holding Ferrum Vis in one hand and Spite in the other.

"Not tonight," He muttered, a mantra of sorts. "Not tonight," He continued.

A stinger struck, he parried it to the side. Another from behind him struck, he side stepped, putting him side to side against the wall.

The two scorpion struck at once, stingers stabbing deep into the brick wall, as Jaune jumped forward, leaving the scorpions briefly stuck.

Seizing the moment, Jaune rounded on the closest, and brought down Spite in a slashing arc down from over his shoulder like a machete, cutting through the arm-thick tail in one moment, leaving the glowing stinger in the brick-work.

Then reversing his grip, brought it up, severing the tail of the other shadow-scorpion.

Tailless or not, that did not deter them in the slightest, as they turned to him with pinching claws, that glinted off the alley-lights.

Jaune analyzed them, and attached Spite to Ferrum, to create a spear. Over the course of a minute, he took turns stepping out of range of they're claws, before stepping back in to deal a deep stab with his make-shift spear, again and again, until he managed to stab them in the eyes.

The ugly red light disappeared, and with it so did any cohesion the Shadow-monsters had over they're bodies, quickly falling apart, to be like they were never there to begin with.

Jaune looked up, seeing the girl was no longer there, and smiled, she had escaped.

Then he took two steps forward, before he fell down onto his knees, Jaune was panting now, he felt hot and cold at the same time. He was sweaty all over, and he felt tired.

Taking a nap on the alley-road started sounding like a good idea to him.

If only for a moment, taking a deep breath, he forced himself back up, and then promptly threw up bile and stomach acid, hastily lifting his helmet.

Water, he needed water.

Using his spear as a walking stick, steadying himself as he hobbled his way out.

Only to turn around violently, as he pulled out Dragon's Breath at whoever had crept up behind him.

"What the Dust, Man!" Came a feminine voice, though Jaune was having trouble focusing on her face as his vision wouldn't stop blurring. Jaune said nothing, then lowered his shotgun, feeling he had made his point clear, continuing to hobble away.

"Stop! Stop! You're making your wounds worse!"

Why was she bothering him, the longer she bothered him, the longer it'd be before he could stitching himself back up, uhgh, he hated having back wounds. He'd have to use a mirror and a back-scratcher again, wouldn't he?

"Look, I'm a medical professional, let me call you an ambulance, and I'll take care of you till it gets here. It's the least I can do, seeing as you saved my life."

Jaune squinted under his helmet, ok, that's nice, but he has a secret identity.

He continued to hobble away, shaking his head.

"What!? Are you in shock or something, man! Do you hate hospitals, or something, come on, you're bleeding out, and I don't need that weight on me!"

Jaune feel over, and saw her shadow over him, he managed to see her clearly.

Oh, it was the jogger, with the pretty brown hair.

He waved a apology. "Sorry." Was all he could rasp out.

"Oh no, oh no, this is bad!" The dusky-skinned girl made a decision. "Come on, get up, I got a first aid kit in my car!"

Jaune oblige, pushing himself up, and felt arms supporting him. This was nice, but he really needed to get home. "Home."

"What? Home? Do you want to go home? I don't know where you live... Wait, I'll take you home after we get you to the hospital."

Jaune shook his head. He hated hospitals, that's were people went to die. "No." He said firmly, pulling himself away from her, or trying.

The girl looked at him, tightening her grip. "Wait ... You're the Shadow Knight!"

Is that what people called him? Wicked. Not that he'd call himself that, he probably die of embarrassment.

"Fine, I'll figure something out, just don't die on me, please!" She said sincerely.

Eventually, Jaune ended up shoved into the passenger seat of a car, and mumbled. "Sorry, bleeding." "It's cool, it's cool, don't worry, I know how to get blood out." She paused. "Ok, I know that sounds bad, but it's not. I'm Amber, by the way, sorry for the late introduction, Amber Autumn, and I'm going to get you fixed up Mr. Knight."

Jaune nodded, feeling tired, eyes shutting slowly like curtains. "Cool." He muttered, starting to nod off.

Time blurred for him. He heard Amber shout and snap her fingers at him to do .. . something, he wasn't suppose to fall asleep, or something.

He ended up getting up pulled out of the car, and heard screaming, with another girls voice, this one deeper and meaner sounding, asking questions.

Two sets of arms taking him out of the car, grunting and cursing.

"Heavy bastard!"

"How much does he weigh?!"

"Agh! Got him, got him! Don't drop him!"

Before, setting him on a table.

Time seemed to speed up, he felt his clothes be taken off, which was followed by gasps and more curses.

"How is he alive, he looks like he's been stitched together by a dozen different bodies?!"

"I don't know, hero stuff! Just focus on keeping the wounds clean!"

"Some of these scars look like they wend down to the bone, why hasn't he gone to a hospital about these, how is he even able to walk?!"

"Look, shut up, Vernal! We can figure that out later!"

He felt a hand touch his helmet, and Jaune shot up, eye's alert, turning to the offender, as he clutched her hand in a death-grip.

It was a unknown woman with short brown hair, she looked pissed off.

"Take the helmet off, we need to check for concussion."

Jaune frowned. "No." He said firmly.

"This isn't a debate, take the damn thing off, idiot."

"No." Jaune repeated, his grip weakening as darkness took him, and felt his head grow lighter and hands touching his hair.

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gothamcity-official · 6 months

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FAQ

Q: How many mods run this account?

A: There are three of us, although we have been told by our supervisors that Oracle can and will send alerts through us. To talk to us, say one of our names, “Maxi”, “Samuel”, or “Rusty”, if you want to talk to one of us specifically, or “Mods” or “the Mods” if you don't care who answers.

Q: Do any of you have specialties?

A: Rusty knows the most about the vigilantes and their histories. Samuel supposedly knows the most about the rogues, although he's never had to prove this. Maxi proofreads most posts and knows the most about mundane aspects of living in this city.

FAQ continued under the cut (OOC information at the bottom)

Q: Mod pronouns?

A: Mod Maxi uses she/her, Mod Samuel uses he/him, and Mod Rusty is genderfluid and won't care.

Q: Do we report villain or vigilante sightings to you?

A: You can, but you should probably send them to BatWatch or a crisis line. Since there are only three of us, we aren't on 24/7 like the crisis lines.

Q: Do I report it if I saw Batman and Catwoman making out on the roof?

A: We've seen that, everyone has seen that, please stop sending us pictures.

Q: Do I report it if I see heroes or vigilantes that do not live in Gotham?

A: Like BatWatch but unlike the crisis lines, we have filters for out of towners.

Q: Red Hood is a crime lord, not a vigilante, stop reporting on him.

A: Die mad about it. (Edit: Maxi and our supervisors said we can't say that.)

Q: Why do you talk about Wayne Enterprises so much?

A: They have so many events that you should try doing things in this city without running into something done by them.

OOC Information

Mod Maxi, Mod Samuel, and Mod Rusty in respective order

This blog is run by one person! If you want to talk to me specifically, talk to me in an ask by calling me “Ali”, “Mod”, or “OP” (my pronouns are she/they)

If you want to get in touch about things not pertaining to this blog, my main is @nookisms

All links on posts will be relevant to the content that's in the posts.

If you send an ask, it will either be answered as soon as I see it or scheduled for a day or two into the future.

You may notice (in the future) that I have posted about the same events multiple times. Since I'm running this like an official city account, I would think they would have monthly or annual reminders for their citizens. I don’t know if they do this irl.

Most neighborhood names are taken off several maps I could find of Gotham, but sometimes you just gotta ignore if things are canon and go with what feels right.

Will there be canon events? Everything is canon somewhere.

This blog's intended ambiance was inspired by Welcome to Night Vale, which is a normal podcast to Gothamites.

#only in gotham #only in gotham rp #OnlyInGotham #Mod Rusty (OC)#Mod Maxi (OC)#Mod Samuel (OC)#ooc organization:#DC #op #in character #ooc commentary #ooc comment: yes I updated this and it does include a normal to the joker joke

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Motion Sickness Chapter 22 Snippet

“Who’s this Melanie?” A voice purred from behind me. A girl’s voice. I ignored it because ignoring women was my MO.

“I don’t know Miltiades, some new huntsman.”

“He’s decent looking.”

“Tall, too.”

I looked around. There were two girls looking at me. They had dark hair and pale green eyes. I looked them up and down. “Are you talking to me?” I wondered. It went against my MO. Explicitly, even. One had a pair of silver blades attached to white boots to match the overall ensemble of a white dress. The other had red claws strapped to her back. The red claws matched a tighter red dress than the girl in white who could only be a sister. Maybe a cousin if I was stretching.

They looked damn near identical, though, so I was really stretching.

“Who else would we even be talking to?” I looked around, the girl in white made a fair point. There was nobody even close to me. They were to either side of me out in the open.

“So what brings a huntsman like you down here?” The girl in red asked.

“I’m with him.” I pointed to Qrow, not seeing any point to lying. I pushed him into this place afterall. Out in the open. “Need to get him back on his feet but we’re a little short on cash.”

“And what is he to you?” The girl in red asked.

“He’s not much to be completely and totally honest. Family of a friend,” I answered vaguely. “I didn’t catch your names.”

“I’m Melanie Malachite.” The girl in white introduced herself. “And this is-”

“Miltia.” The other finished. Malachite, like the woman in charge. Well I'd better be polite and not fuck things up. That was all the advice I’d been given.

“Well, can I buy the two of you a drink? Or drinks, rather?” I doubted they would be sharing.

Instead they just giggled a little at me. Cute girls laughing at me was nothing new though and after a few years it meant surprisingly little. Girls like this tended to laugh like that. It would be better for my sanity if I didn’t take it personally.

“I thought you were short on cash.” Miltia returned, hiding her smile behind a hand and failing. Probably intentionally.

“Short on cash for a pair of legs. Not for three drinks.” I lifted my glass to my lips. It was already empty and the glass clinked around in no liquid. “Make that four drinks. What’ll you two have?”

“A white russian,” Miltia said.

“A hurricane.”

I ordered for them and another whiskey for me. Then I slid the red drink to the girl in white and the white drink to the girl in red. I was sixty percent sure they were fucking with me. Somehow. And it was totally working. They were messing with my head completely and totally and probably for kicks.

But they took drinks from their cocktails with a familiarity that threw me off. Maybe they did drink these exact drinks a bit. I nursed my own, making sure to take it slower on my second glass of something straight.

The last thing Qrow and I needed was for me to be wasted.

"So where are you from?" Melanie pulled back from her red drink and bounced out the words. I hope she wasn't clumsy because that drink would stain like a nightmare on her white clothes.

"Vale. I, uh, I used to go to Beacon." I took my weapons off my back and set them on the stool to my left. The stool on my right was occupied by Miltia.

"We're from Vale too." Miltia said.

"Not really the biggest fans of Beacon students but we can make an exception."

"Lucky me." I slipped. "Well the 'ex-Beacon student' is kinda important anyways. I left that place behind after the attack."

"We left with the collapse as well." Melanie added.

"Decided it just wasn't safe enough." Miltia clarified.

"Makes sense. I was out of there in a hurry myself. How did you two get here then?"

"Airship." Miltia informed me.

"Our parents own several so we just flew." They were sisters, then.

"Must have been nice," I let myself grumble. The thought of my feet aching from walking ached.

"Sounds like there's a story to how you got here." Miltia pressed.

"I walked, rode horses, and took a train. Just extra steps comparatively. More monsters, you know?"

Melanie blinked. “You ride horses?”

“Well aren’t you a regular old fashioned knight.” She eyed me in my thick armor. She may be reading into my look and figuring some other things. They were all wrong but she was figuring some things.

"I had to learn on the way. It's not like that."

"Did Qrow Branwen teach you?"

"You two know Qrow?"

"We know about Qrow." Miltia corrected.

"Some hunters are famous like that."

"Him and his sister are both well known but there are others too."

"Winter Schnee, Glynda Goodwitch, General Ironwood." Melanie counted.

"Well Qrow didn't teach me that but I suppose he is mentoring me in other things."

"Like what?" Miltia asked.

"Like being a better fighter, I guess. He knows a lot about how to kill things, and not much else to be on the level with you." I reached the bottom of my drink and debated with myself before ordering another one. I was on the heavy side anyways, so it should be fine? "I really try not to take his advice on other things."

“You’re a heavy drinker.” Melanie watched me order more whiskey.

"Yeah. That's one of those things I really don't want to pick up from Qrow but it might be too late. I might have the sort of addictive personality that leans that way."

"You're not sure?"

"I'm really not the kind of guy that goes to bars much."

"You seem like a regular to bar or club life."

"Yeah. With the right haircut you could be a plain old ladykiller."

I blushed. "I don't think so..."

"Come on."

“I know, let us give you a makeover.”

"Nobody likes a good-looking guy with no confidence."

"Nobody likes a guy with the wrong kind of confidence either. Trust me on that one." I thought of Weiss. She really hadn’t been all that into me. Like at all. But hot girls not liking me was nothing new to my life. It was the rule and there were two redheaded exceptions. Weiss was… probably a friend? Now? I wasn’t really sure. I learned to dislike her a little as a self defense mechanism. And to be fair, while that was probably an unhealthy coping mechanism, it kept me slitting my wrists the short way rather than the long way. I sucked on my third drink. My vision was getting a little shaky and my lips and face a little looser. "Where did you girls train?"

"Train?"

"Get your huntswomen training, I mean."

"Huntswomen," Miltia giggled.

"I know he's so careful." Melanie laughed back.

"Listen, I have gotten my ass beat by so many women that it pays to jump through that kind of hoop. It just does."

"We don't have any formal training." Miltia returned to the previous question.

"We're from the mean streets of Vale."

"We're with the gang so…" Miltia finished.

"I see." I nodded along.

"You think it doesn't count?" Melanie prompted.

"It's probably more real than any training someone gets at like, Signal." I disagreed with her implication. "My real training came from after Beacon fell, in the wild. Hunting criminals and real Grimm instead of practice dummies or training partners."

"Plus whatever Branwen is teaching you."

"Eh." I managed. "The chair happened around the same time that I met him. Most of the training he has given me has been verbal rather than hands on. All-l, really-y." I slurred slightly.

"You seem perfectly capable anyways."

"Maybe gang life would suit you."

I watched Miltia trade drinks with Melanie. They took a pull from the others' drink in perfect synchronization. At my look she leaned over. "We don't mind sharing things." She winked.

"Uh huh." I managed stupidly. “So what kind of haircut should I get? Asking for a friend.”

“I don’t know.... What do you think Melanie?”

“Well he looks alright now but he could tame it even more. Slick it back and nice and short. Nothing to grab onto but it would be smooth.”

“Yeah, he’s sort of in between right now. Like go scruffy or comb it over. Pick one and commit.”

“Pick one and commit…?” I trailed.

‘Yeah. You’re scruffy-”

“But not full on scruffy. And you have the comb over-”

“But you didn’t commit to it. If you’d pick one and go with that one who knows what could follow.”

“No one likes a guy who’s indecisive.”

“Seems to me like you girls don’t like a lot of guys,” I cut in. “Indecisive, no confidence, wrong confidence. Boy, is there anything about me girls actually like. I’m honestly asking.”

“What should your angle be? You mean?” Miltia asked.

“Yeah? What cards do I play? I’m too nice for edgy and too honest for mysterious.”

“Well you’re tall and broad so you’ve got that going for you,” Melannie pointed out. “Everyone likes a huntsman. Who doesn’t like a huntsman?”

“Nobody.”

“Okay, I hear that. Let me ask you something. I met the most beautiful girl in the world when I was at Beacon. A smart, gorgeous huntress. Let’s say I was really trying to impress this girl and I tried everything I could think of. I tried singing. I tried asking her to the dance. I tried asking her alone and in groups and in and out of classes. I tried it all. Okay? I tried literally everything and the kitchen sink.”

“And nothing worked?” Melannie asked.

“Nothin’,” I said. “Nothin’ worked. Not a damn thing. I think she hated me.”

“Well it sounds like you were trying too hard. Nobody likes that.”

“And if you’re going to go honest you have to commit.”

“C-o-m-m-i-t,” Melanie hit the back of her hand into her palm with each letter. She spelled it out for me which was good because I’m fuckin’ stupid. “Honest is fine.”

“Honest is good, even. But if you’re dishonest in any way a smart girl will smell that from a mile away. You said she was smart right?”

“The smartest.”

“So what did you really do?”

“We can’t tell you unless you’re completely honest with us,” Melannie ordered.

“Real talk?” I asked. “I… I tried to fake my confidence… and most of my personality...”

“Yeah that’s not gonna work.”

“That’s not gonna work at all,” Miltia agreed. “You can't play the nice guy card and then try and fake it like that. A girl just knows.”

“A girl totally just knows. We would notice if you were faking it right now. It’s like a guy faking their orgasm. It’s not a thing.”

“It’s not like girls can really fake it either…” I pointed out. “It’s pretty obvious and world shaking when a girl finishes for real. And when you do it right she isn’t sure if she wants more or less. Can’t fake that. Come on.”

“He knows…” Melannie trailed.

“He’s onto our entire gender.”

“Who would have thought?”

“Scraggly, tall, and blonde has moves in the bedroom.”

“Please,” I waved off. “It’s so stupid easy to make girls come. It’s literally brain dead. If I can do it, anybody can. The clitoris and G-spot are not hard to find. You can make a girl finish even when she is begging you not to.”

“Can you not with guys?” Miltia asked.

“Not a chance. It’s easy to get a guy into it but if he’s not completely into it you cannot get him off. Bet.”

“Is that a challenge?” Melannie wondered. “Are you challenging us?”

“Bet,” I repeated. I finished my drink.

#melanie malachite #miltiades malachite #Jaune arc #weiss schnee #qrow branwen #rwby #ff7 #motion sickness

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darkcircles4lyfe · 2 years

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Beware the Illusion of Control

There will come a time when you need that mask, the truth you’ll borrow from that lie. Yet as you shelter in the dark behind the vale, be sure it does not become you.

I gotta say, I’ve never seen such a wide variety of opinions on a chapter coming from our side of the fandom alone. My own opinion has changed a few times. I’ve been questioning what I think more than usual, double and triple guessing, re-examining every point. In short, I like where this is going, and I’ve noticed a few things. But what kept tripping me up, and I think a lot of other people too, is this idea of control. What does it mean to control your heart, in this context? The way I see it, there are really only two ways to control something: either by channeling it or by holding it back. Thus, there are two ways to interpret Banjo’s advice. I’m pretty sure Izuku’s taking it the latter way. Remember that image of a bolted door? When blackwhip awakened, it was used to show Izuku had a power “waiting for him down the road” that he said he wasn’t ready for yet. The really odd thing is, it came up again, when 2nd talked about his quirk. The door does not symbolize a specific quirk then, but rather a part or a mechanism of Izuku himself. Something in him is still being locked away. My assumption is that he is not yet able to use blackwhip to its fullest potential, and that being “ready” for it refers not to his skill or his strength, but his emotions. With all this in mind, “controlling your heart” should not mean holding back, since that is what Izuku has already been doing. You don’t get rid of a locked door by locking it harder. Or by prying it open a crack only to relock it. There’s probably something to be said here about how therapy works, how you have to deal with your feelings out in the open in order to understand them. And until you understand them, you will never be able to control them.

But all Izuku seems to be capable of right now is varying levels of restraint. In this last panel, blackwhip is literally restraining his mouth, his voice, like a gag or a mask, holding back his still livid expression.

I can’t help but notice Banjo’s face here. He looks... concerned? The rest of the vestiges present all look relatively neutral, except for him. This might be a stretch, but if you follow all of their sight lines, the rest appear to be looking at Shigaraki, while Banjo is looking at Izuku. It’s subtle, but notice especially him vs Nana. So, let’s say Banjo is worried about Izuku. This would be a sign that the way Izuku is attempting to assert control is not what Banjo meant.

Assertive control is a like dagger, and assertive self control is driving that dagger right into your own heart and killing it. Obviously there are instances where it is necessary to do so, but the pain is always there, and the numbness too. Needless to say I am worried for how self destructive Izuku is being. This is why I emphatically do NOT align with the idea that Izuku’s current behavior is a sign of his character development. I think he needs to learn to harness the power of his emotions, and he isn’t there yet. He needs to let it flow with lucid grace and precison, like the arc of a whip.

How will he get there? Will Shigaraki test the limits of his restraint until he is forced to find another way? Will someone intervene? He is experiencing some fear or shame I think, so the second idea makes sense to me. I also have a bad feeling that since we have just been shown what happens when Katsuki has to fight Shigaraki without Izuku, we will now be shown what happens when Izuku has to fight Shigaraki without Katsuki. And it will go just as badly, because the point is to prove how much they need each other. So I assume, anyway, if Heroes Rising’s ending is anything to go by. Izuku needs to embrace his emotions, and he needs Katsuki. Where do you suppose that leaves us?

One more thing: you know how Yoichi and All Might are not in the last panel? You know how All Might is with Katsuki? You know how Yoichi was last seen expressing worry about something? Horikoshi framed that scene perfectly to make it seem like he somehow sensed the jets coming to meet them as a threat, but I think that in reality, the jets appearing interrupted Yoichi from something unrelated. He disappeared immediately after. Maybe he foresaw the possibility of Shigaraki targeting Katsuki, and he’s now in the process of enacting some plan to protect against it. This could involve rescuing Katsuki(’s spirit?), fascilitating communication between them to resolve Izuku’s emotional block, and working out a way for them to still fight together.

How any of this could be possible, I’m not sure, but I’m dead certain we’re close to hearing Izuku speak his truth. I can’t wait to finally hear from our dear protagonist again.

#bnha manga #bnha 367 #bnha meta #midoriya izuku #one for all #bakugou katsuki #bkdk #bakudeku #dkbk #dekubaku #lin speaks

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lilithfairen · 1 year

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The thing that makes Arrowfell's plot really funny (and probably explains a lot about the people who refuse to see the main villain as the most villainous person in the story)...

...is how Bram Thornmane, for all his refutation of Ironwood, really is a lot like Ironwood.

He lashes out at slights against him. He has an inflated sense of self-importance and believes he always knows best. He claims to be acting in the best interests of all, but his ego plays a significant role in his actions. He uses threats of violence to coerce others into cooperation.

Heck, even his whole scheme to make Ironwood look incompetent in order to oust him from power by engineering a crisis in Mantle, trying to paint himself as more capable than the person currently in the position? Who do we know who did something very similar to that, back in Vale...?

(Edit, because a bunch of deeply obsessed and abusive stalkers have zero reading comprehension: Yes, Ironwood didn't cause the Breach, but he took advantage of it in order to portray Ozpin as too ineffective to protect the Vytal Festival. I was clearly too generous believing that people would think "similar" didn't mean "EXACTLY THE SAME LOL YOU STUPID BITCH"~)

Perhaps that ties into the reason why some folks are so adamant that Bram Thornmane isn't the worst person in Arrowfell. He reminds them of the guy they adamantly defend for continually failing and abandoning the working class citizens of his nation. And just like their reaction to the main series, these "critics" desperately want to view a PoC representative of the working class as the real monster.

#rwby #rwby arrowfell #rwby arrowfell spoilers #rwby spoilers #rwby critics

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agentrouka-blog · 2 years

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I never understood Brienne crashing the Vale Tourney. There is a lot of distance to cover and I bet Stoneheart is just going to let her go. At present I think her Winds Storyline will center around Stoneheart, Brotherhood, meeting Arya, knighted by Jaime I hope so etc. What are your predictions as to how her arc might shape in Winds?

I have no solid predictions, unfortunately!

I do agree that Brienne making it to the Vale seems an unlikely development, and I do agree that her focus in TWOW will be on the Lady Stoneheart plotline.

Of course, this plotline will be told out of chronological order with most of the Westerosi plot we've already been presented, essentially.

Jaime disappears with Brienne - and stays disappeared - very soon after the surrender of Riverrun (which is before Sansa descends fron the Eyrie) and a not insignificant amount of time passes since then, including Cersei's entire imprisonment, part of which involves waiting for Kevan Lannister to make his way to KL from the other side of the continent, the Walk of Shame and the aftermath leading up to the ADWD Epilogue. Arianne's two TWOW sample chapters take place around that time, as well. As does Sansa's sample chapter. In theory, Brienne could well be on her way eastward again. We have no way of knowing, yet.

That said, the speculation I have developed so far (primarily with @istumpysk due to her excellent reread project) is that the Lady Stoneheart plotline could well lead up to a split in the Brotherhood.

Whatever plan Brienne has formed in how to deal with the threat to Podrick and Hyle Hunt and Jaime, it's likely to receive help from within the Brotherhood as well. We have fully morally compromised members like Lady Stoneheart and Lem, and then we have ambiguous figures who regret the murderous turn from helping the smallfolk and conducting actual trials toward vengeful murder and mock trials.

Thoros is a prime candidate for turning on Lady Stoneheart and helping Brienne and her companions (perhaps even Jaime) escape, and the fact that he is a priest of R'hllor like Melisandre opens up many parallels to, say, the split in Stannis' camp between moderates and religious fanatics, which is also paralleled in the desire to kill a "guilty man" (Theon v. Jaime) and the threat to an innocent child (Shireen v. Podrick) and vengeance against usurping traitorous lords (Frey/Lannister v. Frey/Bolton).

The escape of Brienne and her companions may mirror the escape of Theon and Asha, and the fallout for the Brotherhood in their absence (yet more atrocities) may well mirror the lead-up to the burning of Shireen. At that later point, hopefully Arya would have made it back to Westeros to help tie up that plot with a turn toward something unexpected: mercy.

That said, I think - probably like Asha and Theon - Brienne and Jaime are likely to split paths before long. Hopefully their relationship will be crowned by a knighting (as suggested by the significant meeting place of Pennytree), and Brienne sets out to fulfill her promise to Catelyn while Jaime sets out toward his endgame: his children and his sister/wife, doing what Rhaegar failed to do and putting them before himself.

So, by the time the TWOW plot sets in, some of this may have already happened, actually. Brienne's path may be obscured from us until she shows up somewhere to meet/rescue one of the Stark sisters, be it Arya or Sansa.

I am starting to lean back toward it being Sansa, but I would still prefer it to be Arya, simply because of the juxtaposition of their different ways of being mortally dangerous female characters in a deeply sexist world. A true knight from the songs and a tiny assassin baby. Perhaps we'll get a mix of both and Brienne meets Arya without recognizing her, unknowlingly setting her on the path toward Lady Stoneheart while making her way north to trail Sansa.

If she does meet her there and begins to mirror her storyline with Catelyn (as suggested in the show) she may take up a role somewhat similar to Jonquil Darke for a while, until perhaps she is sent on another quest.

Bran was going to be a knight himself someday, one of the Kingsguard. Old Nan said they were the finest swords in all the realm. There were only seven of them, and they wore white armor and had no wives or children, but lived only to serve the king. Bran knew all the stories. Their names were like music to him. (AGOT, Bran II)

Brienne, Jaime and Catelyn's stories are connected through children, his three bastards but also Sansa, Arya and Bran, so I think it would be nice if Bran finally got to meet a real knight like he had dreamed of: a true knight.

#asoiaf speculation #brienne of tarth #brotherhood without banners #lady stoneheart #sansa stark #arya stark #parallels #bran stark

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How would you rewrite cardin?

(I know from past post he is not your favorite but I didn’t want this question to be negative)

He did stop bullying and was protecting the kingdom.

I mean if emerald can be redeemed so can Cardin right?

There is a subtle difference between Emerald and Cardin, and it's that Cardin is an in-universe racist white man. Imo he's more comparable to Roman than to Emerald (Roman makes several anti-Faunus comments iirc directed at White Fang members as well as calling Blake 'kitty.') But with that being said, there are very few characters even villains that I think can't be redeemed (and I like redeeming Roman,) and Cardin definitely could be with the right writer who is making sure to be sensitive.

In the show, there's no reason to believe he's actually changed in my opinion, just that 'Jaune earned his respect' (a mentality cloaked in misogyny) and so he backed off of Jaune's team. Although we don't see him much after that, we also therefore don't see if he is actually no longer bullying people, we just know that he's no longer bullying Jaune. And we don't know that he hasn't been anti-faunus after taht, especially because no one stood up for Velvet before. Although other people see it differently, I personally think that Cardin fighting for Beacon while it indicates that he's brave, doesn't automatically mean anything good outside of that. He's essentially a racist giving strong misogyny vibes who has already proven he's willing to blackmail people he thinks are weak and target minorities, he just also wants to be a good badge carrying law enforcement officer. I personally wouldn't give him a redemption arc because although I think that everyone can be redeemed, there are characters who can also instead be used to acknowledge horrible people who want to be in positions of power who never take the chance to get better. For me, Cardin would fit into that category along with Jacques, Salem, and probably Watts, Tyrian, Hazel, Lionheart, Raven, and Cinder (with a different backstory,) and Junior if I was using him. In my own works, I would have Cardin possibly be kicked out of Beacon actually to demonstrate that they don't accept people like him in their profession (because I want to distance Hunters from the irl police comparisons,) and I might have Cardin turn to a life of crime instead (maybe under Junior since I can't see him respecting women enough to join Salem or Raven tbh.) I would redeem a lot of other people from less fortunate circumstances than him, and he would be a contrasting example of how entitled privileged cruel children can grow into being the evil violent villains when they don't check themselves.

However, just because that's what I would do doesn't mean that's what everyone should do, and Cardin is a fair character to want to redeem. So trying to imagine how I would do it if I did decide to give Cardin an actual redemption, here's what I personally would do.

Have his position at Beacon threatened or legit taken away from him, maybe even have him be put on probation for a crime or something. That puts him in a position where he has to act better even if he isn't actually better yet because he's being watched and what he wants is being threatened. An Eleanor Shellstrop style redemption where he starts out 'being good' because he has to in order to save himself and he can still be very selfish, but in the process of trying to save himself he's forced to challenge his ideals and realize some of his mistakes. Then he can start slowly trying to be a better person, realizing just how wrong he was, working to deconstruct his horrible ideals and being ashamed of his past behaviors but never making excuses or making that about him. I'd have the Fall of Beacon happen while he's still very terrible but already starting his growth, having him move to Vacuo or Atlas with other Vale students and now dealing with trauma and losing teammates, he'd try to 'start new' in the new school. But still being kind of terrible, he'd get reality checks, he'd realize that his behavior makes him alone and start making an effort to be better. And then when Team RWBY eventually arrives wherever he is, he'd still be snarky and insensitive and have the occasional cruel moment, but they'd be surprised to see the change, but Blake would still be like "yeah I have no interest in talking to Cardin" and they'd be like "absolutely, that is so valid." He could then start making some friends now that he was getting a lot better and not being a jerk, and help in the fight against Salem as a side character.

That's how I'd do it, anyway. Also I would switch out his ugly looking stupid garbage armor and bad haircut after he starts getting better. Cardin is.... On the list of Rwby characters I truly hate, but he could be done better, it just would take some work, and it isn't really what I personally would go with or enjoy.

#rwde #anti cardin winchester

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razieltwelve · 2 years

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Utility (Final Rose)

“Well... I guess that’s one way to use it,” Snow murmured.

“Ah. Right.” Caius nodded sagely. “Fang is probably the first Yun warrior that you’ve met, isn’t she?”

“I’ve met a few in the past, but she’s the first one I’ve gotten to know properly,” Snow replied.

“In that case, allow me to explain.” Caius cleared his throat. “Using your sari to garrotte your opponents is a time-honoured technique amongst Yun warriors.”

Lightning scowled. “Huh... I suppose it is useful.”

“Uh... guys?” Fang asked as she tightened the sari around the would-be terrorist’s throat. “Are you guys going to help, or do I actually have to garrotte this guy all the way until he’s dead?”

Lightning glanced at Caius. “Him being dead won’t be a problem for you, will it?”

“Not if I kill him, but I can’t make a ghost out of him if Fang is the one who kills him.”

“Would it count if you also held the sari?” Lightning asked. “Or is that not enough?”

“Hmm...” Caius made a thoughtful sound. “I don’t think it would work. I’ve got to be the one who strikes the killing blow or at least the one who is most responsible for someone being killed. And it has to be in a fairly direct manner too. For example, if I don’t warn someone about something and that gets them killed, I don’t get a ghost.”

“Uh, guys.” Snow pointed. “He’s turning kind of blue.”

Lightning sighed. “Fang, ease up a little. We need information from him about who his co-conspirators are and what they’re planning. I doubt he’s working alone.”

Fang unwrapped her sari from around the man’s neck. “Fine.” Her eyes narrowed. “But he did try to blow up a transport hub full of hundreds of people.”

“True.” Lightning nodded at Caius as the man hacked and coughed in a bid to drag air into his lungs. “Well, he’s not dead. I’m sure you can rectify that, and his ghost will tell us everything we need to know.”

Caius stepped forward and then down, his booted heel crushing the man’s throat. “That should do it.”

Snow made a face. “You know, guys, the police are probably going to ask us what happened.”

“He was going to be executed for his crimes,” Lightning said. “Having Caius do it now saves Vale money and ensures we get all of the information we need right away.”

“...”

X X X

Author’s Notes

Yeah, Team LFSC is a gigantic sledgehammer, and the rest of the world is full of nails. That said, as long as you don’t need someone alive, Caius’s Semblance is great since he basically knows whatever his ghosts know if he wants to. This has led to many criminal groups, such as the White Fang, having standing orders that people who are confronted by Caius who cannot escape should kill themselves to avoid divulging sensitive information. There are similar practices in place for people like Jahne and Jihl.

#final rose #fanfiction #team lfsc #lightning farron #oerba yun fang #caius ballad #snow villiers

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lykosog · 2 years

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Closed starter for @rexaestate

Baratheon, Arryn, Tully, Stark...an alliance that had defeated a greater dynasty than the Lannisters could ever dream of being.

At first, back when his father was still only kept a prisoner at the Red Keep, it seemed possible to rebuilt it in order to put the real rightful king on the throne. However, the Baratheon brothers were too busy now fighting against each other, his aunt Lysa refused to send him any knights ( claiming she needed them in the Vale ) and the crown of the old Kings of Winter now rested upon his head, never to be taken again. Something he knew would probably also become another obstacle towards that goal in the future.

The only ones who had joined his cause were the Riverlands after ending the Kingslayer's attack in Riverrun. But Robb was not a fool. That alone would not be enough to win a war. And so, with that change of circumstances also came a change of his plans.

He needed to find new allies and, with the fact that ships would be crucial ( for one attack or the other ) in mind, he sent Theon back to Pyke to negotiate with his father under the terms that, should Balon Greyjoy support him, he could also rule the Iron Islands as king.

Though that was not all, if he had managed to be victorious against someone like Tywin Lannister, with far more experience in warfare than him and with a bigger army, it was only for one thing. Good strategy. And with the news of a possible attack of Stannis to King's Landing, he just had the perfect one.

Or, at least, so he thought when he had marched to the westerlands. Yet, destiny seemed to not be in his favor. The older Baratheon had chosen to fight his younger brother before taking the Iron Throne. A mistake. Renly had not only the stormlands on his side but also the Reach through his marriage, and that had made him the winner. Causing his plans to change once more.

❛ It may still not be too late for it to work ❜

As soon as the news reached him, Robb gave orders for his army to continue as they had previously accorded now under the command of his great-uncle Brynden, sent a raven warning of his intentions to meet with the other king to avoid any chance of them being misinterpreted and, taking Grey Wind and the thirty members of his battle guard with him, rode to the stag's camp.

When they had not been far away from it, he had placed the crown on his head. It was going to be a discussion between two kings and as such he would present himself when they first saw each other. And how good his decision had proven to be since they were met by one of the other's men moments after that.

He lead the way, trying to have some type of conversation with him. Though, while he replied, they were other things more interesting to him. His eyes looked around and were amazed ( despite knowing the Baratheon had the largest army ) by how many people there were. In fact, Robb probably lost sense of time trying to count them because before he realized, he was in front of him ❝ King Renly ❞ the northener began with a very slight bow of his head ❝ thank you for having us. I hope our visit wasn't too sudden. ❞

#𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞? 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐫 > threads #𝐢𝐯. 𝐎𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠? > verses — King in the North #rexaestate #like I said #way longer that I wanted it to be #but I felt like it was right to explain why Robb would find himself in that situation #hope it is okay!

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JJ, what do you think you’ll do now that you don’t have to follow orders? I mean, you’ll probably have to stick with the resistance for safety, but besides that. What do you want to do?

JJ suddenly stops walking, forcing Chase—still supporting him—to stop as well. The two of them are at the back of the group, along with Surgeon. Stacy is at the front while the four other adults are spaced out through the group of kids.

"You...alright, JJ?" Chase asks hesitantly.

Jameson doesn't respond right away. His eyes stare blankly as his mind searches for an answer. Chase... he finally asks. What do I like to do?

"Huh?"

Before all this started, Jameson clarifies. I know I must've done things. But nothing is coming to mind. Nothing specific.

"Oh." Chase nods understandingly. "Yeah...Don't worry about it, Jays, a lot of people have trouble with this. I-I did, for a while. Still do, kinda, since everything I did before was very heavy on needing the Internet. Which isn't possible at the moment." He laughs awkwardly. "Well, let's keep walking while we talk, okay?"

The two of them start going again. Voices drift down from the front of the group. Sounds like Stacy is talking to someone. Chase? Jameson asks. The sign he uses for his name is C-happy.

"I gotcha, don't worry. I'm just thinking." Chase pauses. "Well, you spent a lot of time working with your time powers, but that's not really a thing you did for fun. Books, yeah, but we never really talked about them so I can't help you there. Um...you liked podcasts. Story podcasts, I mean. God, I bet there are a million new episodes of Night Town and Magnum Archived now—"

Night Vale and the Magnus Archives, JJ corrects.

Chase laughs. "Yeah. See? You remember those. But that's not a lot of help when we can't use electricity, is it?" He shrugs. "You and Marvin played a lot of games together. D&D, mostly. It was his idea. And you spent a lot of time experimenting with tea. You told me once you liked the routine of it. Same goes for sewing. I guess there's something comforting about making blankets over and over."

Jameson nods, slowly, a little bit of light coming into his eyes. Not that strange golden light, that has mostly faded from his irises now. But an inner light. Well, we're going to have difficulty with all of this while we're in hiding.

"Ah, I bet we could find a way." Chase grins. "If Stacy could go out and buy board games, she can probably buy other stuff. Once we're all settled again, I mean."

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye au #jacksepticegos #septic egos #septic egos au #jjanswers #chaseanswers #the-earnest-system

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thenightvaleradiostation · 1 year

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I posted 135 times in 2022

That's 135 more posts than 2021!

122 posts created (90%)

13 posts reblogged (10%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@ariadsishereagain

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I tagged 133 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#ask night vale - 108 posts

#welcome to night vale - 102 posts

#wtnv - 96 posts

#wtnv cecil - 59 posts

#cecil gershwin palmer - 57 posts

#cecil welcome to night vale - 57 posts

#ask cecil wtnv - 50 posts

#wtnv carlos - 46 posts

#carlos welcome to night vale - 46 posts

#carlos the scientist - 44 posts

Longest Tag: 94 characters

#i should probably specify when i'm using my 'intern' persona vs when i'm speaking as the admin

My Top Posts in 2022:

Okay so is Carlos, like supernaturally attractive to everyone or is Cecil just a simp?

He's just a simp. I mean, yeah, he's good-looking, but I didn't immediately want to fuck him the minute I saw him. (Looking at you, Cecil.) Then again, I'm mostly into girls, so take my word with a grain of salt.

XOX Aster (he/they)

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I am not a simp. Intern Aster is just rude.

- Cecil G. Palmer

Today's weather: Never Been In Love by Will Jay

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I found Hiram McDaniels at the local game shop!

62 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

Alright everyone, who would win in a fight, Cecil or Kevin?

Okay, this is actually a really interesting question. So for the purposes of this hypothetical scenario, let's say that both Cecil and Kevin have the same powers - shapeshifting, and they are able to see multiple locations at the same time. (Please note that they are not able to see the future.) They are both at full strength, and they are completely unarmed, without any weapons other than their powers. Now, Kevin is more likely to fight dirty, possibly using weapons other than his powers, while Cecil is less likely to cheat. However, if this fight was for a specific reason - let's say, if Cecil had to fight Kevin in order to protect or save me and Esteban from something, then Cecil would have the advantage, because he has an end goal in mind. He wouldn't be fighting purely for the fun of it like Kevin would, he would be fighting to protect his family.

- Carlos

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That was a lot of words for "Cecil would totally kick Kevin's sorry ass".

XOX Aster (he/they)

Today's weather: Would You Be So Kind by dodie

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What's everyone's favorite thing Cecil's said on the radio?

"Believe in yourself. You are an ancient, absent god, discussed only rarely by literary scholars. So if you don't believe, no one will."

XOX Aster (he/they)

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"Are we living a life that is safe from harm? Of course not. We never are. But that’s not the right question. The question is are we living a life that is worth the harm?"

- Carlos

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"A million dollars isn’t cool. You know what’s cool? A basilisk."

- Kevin :)

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Esteban would like to inform everyone that his favorite thing his dad has said on the radio is the intro to the weather, because he likes to dance to the weather.

- Carlos

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My #1 post of 2022

Check it out! We got approved by the city council!

XOX Aster (he/they)

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Night Vale year in review #not an ask

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RWBY Grows At Remy's

Author's Note: Someone wanted me to make both a Ratatouille reference and a Lilo and Stitch reference in this one. I can kinda see how they came up with it. Also, for some reason I decided to link it to The Hunger and A Blooming Appetite, but those aren't super related to this story. Anyway, here's Team RWBY getting fat.

It was a lovely evening in the city of Vale as the sun was slowly setting and Team RWBY of Beacon Academy made their way from the bullhead station towards the seaside. Their pace was leisurely, as were their intentions for the evening.

“I have to admit, Weiss, I’m surprised you agreed to come with us,” said Blake, the black-haired cat Faunus, to her shorter, white-haired teammate, who looked at her with an almost hurt look.

“Blake, believe me, I’m not the person I used to be. You were capable of leaving the White Fang and I’m confident that you would only associate with former members that you trust,” Weiss reassured her teammate and friend.

“Oh, I’m so excited!” cheered the team’s leader, Ruby, her excited movements knocking off the hood she wore, coloured to match her namesake. “We get to have a real team outing. We’re definitely a real team now.”

“I’d’ve preferred somewhere a little livelier, but I’m not gonna complain about this,” mentioned the team’s buxom blonde Yang. “What’s this place like anyway?”

“It’s a small, quiet place that Remy owns. I think he lives there too,” Blake explained. “He said it should be pretty quiet tonight, being the middle of the week and everything.”

“Oh, thank goodness for that. Crowded places are the worst,” Ruby said with a sigh of relief.

“Um, not to be rude or anything, but… Remy, what kind of Faunus is he?” Weiss cautiously asked.

“A rat Faunus,” Blake stated. “He’s got a tail, in case you were going to ask about that part.”

“I actually was going to ask, so thank you.”

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When the team arrived at Remy’s restaurant, they saw fairly subtle signage out the front for the place, calling itself La Ratatouille. When they stepped inside a bell above the door rang. The restaurant inside was best described as cozy, although calling it cramped would not have been too unfair. The simple and tidy wooden décor inside made it clear that the restaurant had not been open long. The team were inside for only a few seconds before a man in an all-white outfit and a tall chef’s hat atop a mess of curly reddish-brown hair stepped out of the kitchen. A long rat’s tail appeared out the bottom of the young man’s shirt and ran down, coiling around his leg.

“Oh, Blake, hi. I didn’t expect you,” the man said quickly. “I mean, I know you said you were coming, but I thought you were just saying that to be nice.”

“Remy, I wouldn’t do that to you,” Blake reassured. “Besides, my teammates were interested in coming here.”

“Right, good, good. Hey, why don’t you four take a seat here,” Remy said, gesturing towards a round table with four seats and four menus on it. “I’ll take drink and entrée orders in a bit, just gotta do something really quick,” he added as he flipped the sign on the door from ‘Open’ to ‘Closed’ and lowered the blinds. “The rest of my staff left for the day and some of them were sick, so it’s just me and there’s no way I could serve more than you guys. Just making sure I’m not biting off more than I can chew,” he explained, probably unnecessarily, but the explanation gave the team time to decide on their orders. “So, uh, what can I make for you four?”

“Can we get a thing of calamari and a thing of garlic bread to share?” Ruby asked.

“Actually, make it two of each, just to be safe,” Weiss interrupted.

“Sure thing,” Remy said. “And drinks?” he asked. Yang ordered her regular strawberry sunrise, making Remy look a little nervous, but Ruby’s orange juice, Weiss’ glass of white wine and Blake’s lemonade were much easier to deal with. With that Remy disappeared into the kitchen, quickly sorted out drink and then dashed back in to sort out the food. As he cooked his hands began to glow with a faint grey aura that he didn’t even notice in amongst all of the cooking he had to do.

After a whirlwind of cooking, the fried calamari and garlic bread were ready, two bowls of each set down on a large tray and ready for Remy to carry out to the team. It barely left the kitchen before the girls noticed and interrupted their conversation.

“Ooh, that smells so good!” Ruby cheered as Remy set the tray down and moved the entrées from the tray to the centre of the table where all the girls could reach it. The team thanked Remy as he tucked the tray under his arm.

“So, uh, hope you guys enjoy it. I’ll keep an eye and ear out for when you’re done and ask about mains then,” Remy said quickly before ducking back into the kitchen to clean up. Remy had barely left before Ruby and Yang snatched up a piece of garlic bread each and Weiss and Blake took a piece of calamari each. As the four of them bit into their food their eyes lit up.

“Mmm, so good!” Ruby exclaimed before shoving the rest of her piece into her mouth. The rest of the team enthusiastically agreed with her, following Ruby’s lead and ploughing through the rest of the garlic bread and battered calamari.

“Oh man, I feel like I could eat this forever,” Yang said through a mouth half full of calamari.

“Agreed,” Blake instantly responded.

“Careful you three, you’ll spoil your appetites for the main and dessert,” Weiss warned, despite the fact that she was almost unknowingly eating about as quickly at the rest of the team.

Something else that Weiss, as well as the rest of the team, failed to notice was the effect that this food was having on them. Sure, it felt great to eat and tasted amazing, but there was an unexpected side effect. The four girls were getting fatter by the mouthful. It was a slow gain, not one that most would call dramatic, but compared to a natural weight gain this was incredibly rapid. Waistlines expanded as bellies formed on the four girls, with Ruby’s belly outshining the rest of her team’s as it squished around her waist cincher. Their hips flared out, bringing plumper rears and thicker thighs, with Blake and Weiss respectively being the largest in those parts, large enough that Blake’s shorts began to groan as they attempted to stretch to container and large enough that Weiss would be glad that she preferred the freedom of her combat skirt over shorts if she even knew that there were any issues at all. Their tops grew snugger and snugger around growing chests, with Yang’s surging into an even more comfortable lead than they already had, even if the lead was all that was comfortable as her bra squeezed and confined her chest. Yet, despite this growth making them chubby within minutes, none of them noticed a thing.

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With their entrées done, Remy popped back out of the kitchen to take orders for mains, but his eyes bugged wide open when he saw the girls. It had only been a light meal so far, but they all had seemed to have gotten fatter just from that in the few minutes it took for them to eat it. Blake and Yang had soft potbellies hanging over their waistbands, with Yang loosening her belt to give herself more room, Ruby was loosening off her waist cincher to deal with her own potbelly, almost certainly the largest of the lot, and Weiss’ just pressed against the fabric of her dress. Yang’s chest seemed to have gone up a cup size or two, her cleavage deepening and her breasts squishing against her bra. Weiss and Blake’s rears had plumped up a bit, Blake’s more than Weiss’, lifting the two of them up an inch or so due to their padded rears. Remy’s tail wrapped itself around his leg in fear as he silently awaited angry responses, but nothing came. The team seemingly hadn’t noticed their weight gains and in fact, they looked quite happy.

‘This is okay,’ Remy thought to himself, ‘this is fine. Don’t panic.’ “So, ladies, it looks like you enjoyed your entrées,” Remy said to the girls, doing his best to keep his voice from betraying his internal panic.

“Yes, it was wonderful,” Weiss responded, a small but sincere smile on her face.

“So, uh, did you have a chance to choose your mains?” Remy asked, pulling a notepad from his apron pocket.

“Fish of the day, please,” Blake immediately responded. Yang chuckled quietly.

“Predicted that one from a mile away, Blakey,” she joked, before quickly double-checking the menu. “I’ll have the scotch filet, cooked medium, and can I get a side of chips with it?” Remy nodded and wrote down the pair’s orders.

“I believe I’ll have the… oh dear, how do I pronounce this? Moose… something…” Weiss tried to say, stumbling through her words.

“Moussaka, Weiss,” Blake quietly corrected.

“Yes, that, thank you, Blake,” Weiss said, “I haven’t had it before, so I was unsure, but I am very curious.”

“Ooh, ooh, can I get the lasagne? Oh, and chips would be nice too,” Ruby excitedly asked. Remy nodded and added her order beneath Weiss’.

“Okay… I think that’s everyone’s orders. Same drinks again?” Remy asked. The team nodded and with that, Remy was back in the kitchen. As soon as the door was closed, he put his face in his hands. “Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap,” he panicked quietly. “Okay, c’mon semblance, be cool, don’t make your old friend and her new friends fat.” With that, he took a deep breath to try to calm himself, got the team’s drinks out to them and got a start on their main meals. Unfortunately, Remy’s need for these meals to be perfect overrode his focus on controlling his semblance, causing him to miss the faint grey glow of his aura on his hands, the sign that his aura was affecting his cooking.

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Not long later, Remy had the main course ready for the team. He took a deep breath, hoped that this didn’t get any worse, got everything out on the tray and made his way out of the kitchen. Again, the team turned to watch him bring the delectable smelling food. Remy winced as he saw how the girls’ faces looked softer than they had when they arrived, but he soldiered on.

“Okay, it’s all ready. Here you go,” Remy said, trying to keep his voice from wavering with nerves.

“Thank you,” Ruby chirped, taking a big, long sniff of her lasagne. “Mmm, so good,” she said, almost drooling. Meanwhile, Blake was literally drooling over her large salmon steak and Yang was drooling over her massive hunk of steak.

“I’m looking forward to trying this,” Weiss said as Remy put her moussaka in front of her.

“Okay, that should be everything. So, uh, hope you enjoy it. Same as before, I’ll be in the kitchen cleaning, shout if you need me,” Remy said before taking the tray back and dashing back into the kitchen. Remy had barely left when Blake started tearing into her meal. Ruby and Yang followed suit at a slightly slower pace, but still eating very quickly, while Weiss started on her moussaka at a fairly normal pace. There was no distracting the team from their meals as they ate away at them, no chatter, no breaks, just eating. Again, their bodies began to grow fatter by the second, and in mere minutes the girls were without a doubt entering into obesity. Ruby’s round belly worked its way out of her waist cincher, undoing it and working on stretching out her combat dress, making it ride up and up, making it dangerously close to making her indecent. Weiss’ slim-fitting dress was quickly becoming an issue as her belly and hips started to strain her clothes, her seams slowly starting to give out, revealing tiny hints of her pale flesh. Blake’s widening hips made her shorts undo themselves, while her plumping rear made her shorts and panties groan as they strained to keep her contained. Yang’s bra clasp snapped, undoing itself and freeing her ballooning breasts as they dropped to rest on her belly, which had grown large enough to make Yang need to undo her jacket. Ruby’s thighs grew thicker and thicker, stretching and tearing at her tights as her thighs began to bubble through them. Weiss’ normally modest chest was plumping up and starting to spill out of her bra and top, with a tight cleavage forming. Blake’s belly forced her vest to undo itself as it surged forward, spilling onto her widening lap. Yang’s shorts were stretching and stretching to keep her widening rear until it started looking more like a pair of panties than a pair of shorts, with her panties being stretched to their limits. Ruby’s belt snapped, unable to contain the growing girl’s girth as it fell off of her to join the equally useless waist cincher. Weiss’ waist sash undid itself while her dress’ splitting seams tore more and more, going all the way up to her bra, which was beginning to dig in to her soft back. The detached sleeve and silver cuff on Blake’s left arm gave way to her +chunky arms, falling to the floor, ignored, as she kept eating. Yang’s jacket, despite being undone, grew tighter and tighter, the cuffs of her sleeves popping open and the shoulders of her jacket feeling tighter as Yang’s sloped shoulders pushed against it.

As the end of the meal came, the team leaned back in their quietly creaking chairs, patting satisfied and pillowy bellies. Yang squeezed out of her jacket and sat it on the back of her chair, before digging under her crop top and plucking her purple bra out, stuffing it in a jacket pocket. Now with just her crop top, Yang looked like she was crammed into it and it was almost ready to blow and reveal her breasts, which rested heavily on her belly and had forced her top to ride up so much that her belly was almost fully exposed. Weiss slipped out of her own jacket, making the tear down the side even more obvious than before, as well as how much her newly expanded chest was squeezed by her dress. Blake slipped out of her vest, making how snug her white crop top was around her expanded chest and belly. Yet, despite all of their gains, the team seemed to completely ignore it, if they even noticed it in the first place.

“Ah, this stuff’s good. We gotta come back some time,” Yang groaned as she stretched herself out.

“I absolutely agree,” Weiss said as she tried to stretch more subtly.

“Do you think we could get Remy to come out here and take dessert orders? I had a peek at the menu and that chocolate fudge cake looks so good!” Ruby cheered. Right on cue, on account of listening out for the team, Remy stepped out of the kitchen. What he saw literally stunned him. He didn’t expect them to get so large. He was disappointed in his inability to control his semblance, but he had to put on a brave face, even though he was far from prepared.

“Oh, geez, you girls look… look like you enjoyed your meals! So, uh, did you want dessert as well?” Remy said, hoping that this attempt at giving them an out would salvage this night before things got worse.

“I think we all wanted dessert, right?” Blake asked her team, and instantly getting nods in return. “Could I get the tiramisu, please?”

“Oh, can I get the really awesome-sounding cake and ice cream?” Ruby quickly added.

“I believe I’ll have the panna cotta, please,” Weiss politely requested.

“Oh, and give me the baklava. I wanna try whatever that is,” Yang boldly requested.

“Right, okay, cool cool cool, got all that. Uh, did you need more drinks?” Remy nervously asked. He got an affirmative response from the team and quickly got them sorted out before jumping straight to the desserts. “Okay me, don’t use your semblance, you’ve got enough food, you don’t need the semblance to bulk it up. Now just don’t do it and maybe you’ll get out of this without four huntsmen in training wanting to kill you,” Remy told himself, hoping that that would somehow make his semblance behave itself. Unsurprisingly, this completely failed and his hands had the grey glow of his semblance as he cooked again and he didn’t notice this at all again. He trayed up the desserts, made a silent prayer to anything that might possibly help him, and brought out the food.

“Oh wow, that cake looks even better than I thought it would,” Ruby squealed with excitement as she watched Remy put it in front of her. It was taking all of her willpower to not immediately dig in, and it looked like the rest of her team was as eager to dig into their desserts too. As the team’s utensils went to work and Remy disappeared back into the kitchen, the team were quickly growing again. Their already strained and damaged clothes stood little chance against their surging fat. Blake’s shorts were the first victim, and her plush rear ballooned out, tearing through her shorts as her thighs, each grew to at least double their old size. She widened out to the point where she was spilling over the sides of her chair and then some. Her belly grew a second, lower roll of fat, spilling down her body, covering her lap and hiding the total destruction of her shorts. Her bra gave out, snapping and falling aside as her white top’s seams tore, letting her top be pushed out of the way by her expanding breasts. Ruby was next as her dress split down the front as her belly pushed for more room. Her tights tore apart in so many spots that they were practically useless now, her thick thighs filling out each inch that the material had to offer. The tear in the front of her dress continued up and up until it reached her collar, revealing her breasts just in time for the band to give out at the front and give everyone a view of them as the tear and Ruby widened. Weiss was next as her panties gave out. This wouldn’t have been an issue, if not for her growing rear and belly making her dress ride up and up until it refused to go past her waist. To match her expanding waistline, her breasts grew too. Her dress had very little give up top, not that it needed much originally, and so Weiss’ growing breasts spilt out the top, once it dealt with the strapless bra beneath it. Eventually, this wasn’t enough, and the dress began to tear at the top, that tear meeting the growing one her belly and hips made earlier and making her dress fall to the side, leaving her totally nude. She wouldn’t be the only nude member of Team RWBY for long, as Yang’s growth finally dealt with her comparatively extra stretchy clothes. Her tube top, despite its elasticity, couldn’t stand up to Yang’s rapidly growing breasts, and as it couldn’t roll down to her almost equally large belly, all it could do was give up as the seams tore on both sides until it reached all the way down and fell off, revealing her massive pale mounds. Her shorts didn’t last much longer, having already been stretched to nearly their limit. They burst open at about the same time as her panties and lay on her seat uselessly, her dignity only being saved by her expansive body. Speaking of their seats, the four of them had made their seats creak and groan aggressively with every move they made. It was so loud, in fact, that Remy could even hear it from the kitchen. He poked his head out of the door and saw the four girls becoming truly massive, spilling out of their seats, spilling onto the table as their bodies grew and grew, their fat jiggling with every move. It wasn’t helped that most of their movements were to put more food into their mouths.

Then, eventually, they stopped growing and stopped moving, happy to sit in their seats, satisfied and sated by their meals.

“Mmm, that was good stuff. When are we coming back?” Yang asked, a big grin on her face.

“When you put a shirt on,” Weiss snidely joked. That one comment seemed to instantly snap everyone back into reality.

“Woah, wait, when did this happen?” Yang exclaimed as she looked down at her cavernous cleavage.

“So big, so soft,” Blake said, almost like she was in a daze as she poked and prodded at her massive body.

“Hehehe, so squishy,” Ruby giggled as she sunk her hands into her massive pale ball of a belly.

“I don’t think I can complain about this,” Weiss said as she cupped her hand-filling breasts.

“No kidding,” Yang agreed as she did the same, but with hands that couldn’t even hope to hold her massive mammaries as they spilt over. Remy seemed to miss all of this as he shot out of the kitchen, his eyes wild with fear and panic.

“O-oh jeez, I am so sorry,” Remy said, his voice shaky with nerves. “I-I swear I didn’t mean to do this to you four. It’s just… my semblance, I can use it to… to enhance caloric values in food. It’s useful in keeping wandering or homeless from starving with minimal ingredients and it was useful back, uh, back when I knew Blake. Unfortunately, it sorta slips out when I’m making food while tired, and today’s been a long day with not enough staff and I’m exhausted. That, and my semblance tends to… I guess over-react with healthier people like you guys, but I swear all of this, it will wear off eventually.” Remy winced in anticipation of an angry response from the team.

“Oh, that’s how you did it?” Blake asked.

“Sounds like a pretty neat semblance, even if it’s not as flashy as ours,” Yang said. Remy relaxed slightly, but the panicked look on his face shifted to one of confusion.

“I… I don’t get it. After all this… I thought you’d be mad at me. I mean, I’d be mad at me if I fattened… me… up. Did that make sense?” Remy rambled. The response he got was a resounding shrug from the four fattened girls.

“I mean, it’s happened before, sorta,” Ruby mentioned.

“Yes, and while that was merely overeating, honestly, I believe we’ve all already accepted this as a possibility,” Weiss added.

“Yeah, only thing I’m complaining about it not having clothes to get back to Beacon in, but a nice guy like you won’t leave a bunch of fine ladies stranded and naked, would you?” Yang asked, putting on the best puppy dog pout she could muster, a look that really emphasised her more rounded face and pudgy cheeks. All eyes were on Remy, except for Blake’s, as the Faunus seemed to be enraptured by her expanded body, her hands squishing and playing with her new fat flesh, completely ignorant to the situation that was unfolding around her.

“Oh, um, I… y-yeah, I can help you four, I can definitely help you four, I promise. I’ll, uh, I’ll need the night to figure something out, but once that’s done, we should be fine, everything should be just fine. Just, um, follow me, you can use my room tonight, I’ll figure out something else,” Remy rambled. Slowly, as if their bodies could move at any other pace, the team hauled themselves up off their seats, which creaked loudly from the sudden shift in weight. They used their hands to cover their expanded chests and followed Remy into a back room. It wasn’t much, but there was room for the four of them and there were enough things to sleep in or on that the team would probably get a decent night’s sleep. “Now, uh, I’m gonna go sort stuff for you guys tomorrow, so, uh yeah.” Remy stood there awkwardly for a moment, before suddenly shooting out of the room and leaving the team alone.

“So, uh, that futon doesn’t look like it’s gonna hold any of us, does it?” Yang asked, jerking a thumb back at the olive-green futon shoved in the corner. “Besides, we’ve got enough padding, we should be fine wherever, right?”

“Yeah, we should be fine,” Ruby agreed as she sat down on her wide, plush rear. “Oh, wow, this is pretty comfy,” she exclaimed as moved to lie down. The team joined her and were all equally surprised by how comfortable it was and how little they noticed the hardwood floor beneath them.

“You know, after our run-in with The Hunger and then that strange flower, I expected something like this to happen,” Weiss mused, getting an agreement from the rest of her team. “Of course, I didn’t expect the four of us to be so… accepting of it.”

“I mean, Blakey seems to be pretty into it,” Yang teased as she prodded her partner, sinking her fingers into Blake’s side and getting a yelp of surprise from Blake as her face went red.

“H-hey, that tickles,” Blake whined before turning her back to Yang. “Maybe we should get some sleep so this thing wears off quicker.” And with that, the team eventually fell into a slumber, hoping that all would be well as soon as they were awake and that Remy would deliver with clothes to get them back to Beacon. This had been an unusual experience, but it was hardly as bad as the team ever expected it to be.

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