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This looks live a very cool idea

the girls of rwby (along with nora and pyrrha) are all goddesses who have come to judge humanity... it's not going well and should it continue humanity will be destroyed

only one man can save us, JAUNE ARC! he will have to seduce and romance every one of them to save us all!

.... so how screwed is humanity?

Vice and Virtue

Long ago, far longer than you may remember, there was a time when humanity was truly in it's darkest hour. Horrible, black beasts known as Grimm rampaged across the land, destroying everything man had made. It seemed destiny deemed us unworthy of living, and we were condemned to perish like smoke in the wind.

But then they arrived. Seven, beautiful goddesses fell from the heavens and slew the beasts. Humanity was saved, but the goddesses' work was not yet done, for each bestowed a gift upon us.

From Ruby, the youngest of the Seven, came steel. She taught us to forge tools and weapons to defend ourselves from the Grimm, should we be beyond their grace. Thus, she was declared The Daughter of the Forge.

From Weiss, the stern lieutenant of the Seven, came Dust, a magical element designed to imbue our weapons and tools with properties of the elements themselves! Thus, she was known as the The Heiress of the Elements.

From Blake, the most recluse of the Seven, came knowledge. She taught us to read and write, as well as gifted us with a broader perspective of the world at large. Thus, she was awarded the title of The Mistress of Tomes.

From Yang, the most aggressive of the Seven, came strength. She taught us to no longer fear the beasts, but to grow angry and strike back tenfold of what we lost! Thus, she was acknowledged as The Mother of the Heart.

From Nora, the kindest of the Seven, came joy. She bestowed upon us the gift of laughter, the ability to think positively, to shirk away the horrors of the dark and to accept the light. Thus, she was accepted as the Queen of Laughter.

Yes, yes, children. I am about to tell you of our final goddess; the one who leads both the Seven as well as ourselves. However, you must know that she was the only one of the Seven to not gift humanity with a blessing, for she foresaw a great darkness within humanity; a terrible, evil thing that corrupts us, and forces our will to sin. So, instead, she ordered us to obey the Doctrine of Destiny.

Yes, my children; the very same Doctrine your parents order you to obey every day, from the Sun's Dawn to the Moon's Dusk. Thus, for this order, she was Pyrrha, Champion of Destiny!

Now, how do the Seven rule over us? Well, it all began long ago...

"Aaaaaaugh!" Nora screamed. "This is so boring! Can we please watch a different mortal?!"

"Not yet!" Ruby shouted back. "I need to see if he wins her!"

"You can look back at the dumb sword later!"

"I'll show you a dumb sword!" Ruby leaped over the table, tackling Nora. "It's called my fist!"

"Nora toss!" Ruby flew through the air, landing into Yang and Blake as the two were passing by.

Blake groaned as she sat up from her fall. She looked down at the dazed, smaller goddess, whose head was in her lap. Once Ruby came to, she immediately fell asleep. Blake grumbled and pinched Ruby's cheeks to wake her.

Yang, however, leapt from her fall and charged around the table, chasing the fleeing Nora. The shorter girl wailed and cried as she was pursued, but this did not slow the golden goddess. If anything, it spurred her to pick up her pace.

Weiss, sat down and watched as the mortal failed his test, the sword carried away by an older man, presumably his father. She swiped to a different mortal, who was cowering as another portal pushed him towards the water. Bored with him, she swiped again.

Pyrrha stepped down from her alcove to investigate the chaos. She watched as Yang chased Nora, Ruby sleep on top of Blake, and Weiss swipe across mortals on the viewing port. She sighed as she walked down the steps to the port. Extending a hand, she caught Yang, letting Nora continue to run. As Yang swung at Pyrrha, she caught her fist.

"Stop." Yang lowered her fist, and head, and sat down next to Weiss.

Pyrrha then made her way to Blake, trapped by the sleeping goddess in her lap. She knelt down and tapped her face. The goddess stirred, but did not wake.

"He failed." Ruby immediately awoken and rushed to the port. There she argued with Weiss to use it. Pyrrha helped Blake up and led her to the table, where she sat next to Yang. "Nora." The girl stopped, looking to Pyrrha. "Sit." She did as she was told.

Weiss returned the port to the downtrodden young man in the port. He was sitting on a stump, head down as he sighed.

"Oh no!" Ruby cried. "He did fail!"

"So what? It was just a sword." Nora commented.

"You're just a sword!" Ruby stood to restart her assault, but Yang shot her a glare, and she sat down.

"I'm sure it was a really good sword, but it's not worth fighting over." Yang said, trying to calm Ruby. She watched as the boy sat and moped, head in his hands. She twisted her face in discomfort as she thought. 'Could do without his moping, though.'

"Agh!" Pyrrha gripped her head as her emerald eyes shined with a beautiful, green light. As beautiful as it was, however, it could not compare to the agonizing burning sensation she felt in her head. The others watched, for they knew what this was. It was the reason she was the head of the goddesses, their leader blessed with a powerful gift. Pyrrha was recieving a prophecy, a vision of a destiny to be realized.

And from the pain she was in, it was a prophecy to come soon. A fate that often ended in a death.

The young man stood before Pyrrha, sword in hand. He raised his blade high above him, both hands gripping the hilt, and brought it low. The next image was of the young man weeping over the fallen form of the goddess. She lay still at his feet, his blade soaked in blood.

When Pyrrha came to from her vision, the others surrounded her.

"Step away," Weiss called out, "let her breathe!"

"What happened?" Nora kneeled next to Pyrrha, refusing to back away as the others had. "Did you have a vision?"

"Yes." Pyrrha stood on shaky legs as Nora guided her to her feet. "I foresaw that man, and he will be my death."

The others stood in silence, each slowly turning their heads to the morose lad on his seat. Nora and Ruby shared a look of concern, while Yang and Weiss grit their teeth in anger. Blake, however, approached the port. She studied the mortal as though he were a puzzle to be solved.

After a few moments, she sighed, looking back to Pyrrha. "What do you suggest?"

"I say we kill him!" Yang barked with rage. "A mortal who threatens the goddesses must be dealt with severely!"

"Must you be so barbaric?" Weiss rolled her eyes. "I suggest we place him in the Dust mines. Some hard labor will deter any attack."

"We could just, you know, ignore him?" Nora offered. "He doesn't have a sword, so I don't see why we should even bother worrying about him."

"I say we steal his sword!" Ruby leapt onto the table around the porthole. "He can't hurt us if he doesn't have it!"

Blake sighed, and walked to Pyrrha. Guiding her to her seat, she knelt next to her and massaged her hand. As Pyrrha regained her bearings, Blake asked again.

"What do you suggest?"

Jaune Arc carried hay from the storage unit to the stable. As he tossed it over the fence, two horses approached him, a stallion and a mare. The stallion was black with a fiery-orange mane, and a temper to match. The mare was white with a mane of gold, and spirit as gentle as a morning breeze.

The two shared this stable since they were purchased by his family years ago, since Jaune was only a lad. He had always dreamed of being a warrior, fit for his family name, but it seems he was only fit for tending to these two. But he didn't mind. These two were his responsibility, after all, so it wouldn't be fair to leave them alone for him to play hero.

Still, though, the thoughts never left his mind. He imagined battling ferocious monsters. He dreamed rescuing damsels and the innocent from the wicked. He fantasized traveling outside these lands atop his horse.

But which one? The stallion was certainly brave, if his temper was any way of telling. But his temper was mostly directed towards Jaune. If the boy traveled too close to the stable, the stallion would rear back and charge towards him, before tearing back again and stomping his hooves around him.

Perhaps the mare then? Ah, but where the stallion was bold, she was as shy. She would often hide away into the shade of the stable, leaving it's safety only for meals or when no one else was nearby. She wasn't a mare for heroics. To say she was a mare for anything besides shying away would be completely untrue.

As the two ate from their pile, Jaune leaned in and pet their heads. The stallion grunted while the mare's ears flicked. He smiled and leaned against the fence, sighing with satisfaction.

"Such beautiful creatures, no?"

Jaune looked to his right and saw a robed figure standing next him. They were tall, with a deep crimson robe with golden trimmings. The voice sounded feminine, leading Jaune to think the figure was a woman. She turned and smiled at him, the robe covering the rest of her face. "What are their names?"

"Names?" Jaune looked to the horses, holding his chin with his fingers. "I... don't know. We never named them."

"No? Beautiful creatures deserve beautiful names, no?" She extended her pale, delicate hand towards him. "Like yourself. I'm sure you have a beautiful name."

Jaune blushed a bit at that. "Uh, Jaune. My name is Jaune."

"Jaune." She said his name with a sigh, like it was a pleasant breeze on a clear, summer day. "Why haven't you named these horses, Jaune?"

"I... I don't know." He turned around and leaned back against the fence. "I never thought about naming them."

"Never?" Jaune shook his head. The woman pointed her finger at the stallion, who snorted and flared his nostrils at her. "You have a fiery soul; a temper like a volcano, and twice as dangerous. Henceforth, you will be Vulcan."

The stallion stomped his hooves at his naming, like a child throwing a tantrum. The woman giggled at this and reached into the stable.

"Wait! Don't-!" Jaune reached to woman, but as he grabbed her, he slipped and fell onto his face. He wiped to mud from his face and witnessed something unbelievable.

Vulcan, the stallion who never let anyone near his stable without an offering, placed his head against the woman's palm. He breathed calmly as she stroked her thumb along his hair. She removed her hand and kneeled to lift Jaune to his feet.

"What about her?" She asked, gesturing to the mare. "What would her name be?"

Jaune looked at the mare. She looked back at him, almost expectantly, as she shook her head. She was beautiful; a horse many would fight for just to have and gloat about it. If Jaune were a warrior, he would be proud to be held aloft by such a magnificent creature.

"Gloria." He said. "Her name is Gloria." She trotted by to her shade, but he noticed that she had livelier steps in her canter. He chuckled.

"But what about you?" Jaune looked to the woman. "Does this beautiful creature have a name?"

The woman chuckled. "Indeed." She removed her hood with a smile, and down her head flowed a beautiful river of hair that reminded him of a fire-pit, with piercing eyes like those of gemstone. "I am the disciple of my goddess, the Lady of Black, and my name is Cinder Fall."

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i will personally burn you for implying that christians are systematically persecuted go to school

Hi! Perhaps a little lesson would be good here.

The first Christian to be persecuted was Christ himself. They literally killed him for what he taught.

Christianity was illegal for the first 300 years of its existence, until Constantine was like “O wait that shit’s dope I wanna do that too.” In that time, Christians were regularly tortured, beheaded, stoned, burned alive, drawn and quartered, and – in a word – persecuted. There are records of that, both in the Bible and in historical texts. Take your pick of which you would like to look further into, and do that, please.

Some time in the fourth century AD, king Athanaric of Terving decided to kill some Christians. This one was called the “Gothic persecution” because he specifically targeted Goths that had converted to Christianity.

In the year 516 AD a Jewish warlord in Yemen by the name of  Yousef Asa'ar decided that all Christians must convert to Judaism or die. When they refused, he killed about 20,000 Christians.

During the Roman-Persian wars, Christians were persecuted by Jews and by Persians. This one had a death toll of about 17,000 Christians. 

During the mid seventh century, Christians living in areas governed by sharia law were banned from spreading their faith by threat of death. They were also forced to pay higher taxes; those who could not do so were required to surrender their children, who were then sold as slaves. Christian men were not permitted to marry Muslim women, but Muslim men were allowed to marry Christian women. 

If we jump to the 14th century, we see massive persecutions committed by Tamerlane. This became known as the Assyrian genocide, where at least 20,000 Christians were killed. 

In 17th Century Albania, Christians were forced to pay higher taxes than non-Christians, leading them into poverty where they were then unable to afford basic necessities, like, oh, you know, food.

The French Revolution was accompanied by the dechristianization of France, wherein clergy were deported or killed, churches were desecrated and pillaged, and public worship and religious education were outlawed. A law was passed in 1793 that made it illegal to be or harbor a priest who had not sworn off his ordination, by penalty of death.

Christianity has been illegal in China since the late 17th century. This one’s still going on today. We see “Catholicism” rising in China, but the “priests” and “bishops” are hand-selected by the Chinese government, who then tells the Church to ordain them. If that doesn’t reek of state propaganda and suppression of religion to you, I don’t know what will.

In Japan in 1614, the Tokugawa shogunate decided they’d had enough of Christianity in their country. They ordered the expulsion of missionaries and execution of converts. Naturally, the Christians didn’t like that. A young Japanese Christian,  Amakusa Shirō Tokisada, led the Shimabara Rebellion in 1637. When the Hara Castle fell, the shogunate’s forces killed 37,000 Christians. They put Amakusa’s head on a spike at Nagasaki for public display.

And now we’ve reached the “Modern Era.”

Between the years of 1843 and 1847, Kurdish and Ottoman forces killed over 10,000 Assyrian Christians, and sold thousands more into slavery. During the Bulgarian Uprising and Russo-Turkish War, over 15,000 non-combatant Christians were killed. 

The Hamidian massacres occurred between 1894 and 1896. In these, the forces of the Ottoman Empire targeted Armenian and Assyrian Christians. It is estimated that as many as 325,000 were killed. Another 546,000 people were made destitute by deportations and destruction of farmstead towns and villages. Unarmed Assyrian women were raped, tortured, and murdered. 

The Young Turks government of the Ottoman Empire apparently wanted in on the fun. This resulted in about 3.4 million deaths, including 1.5 million Armenian Christians, 750,000 Assyrian Christians, 900,000 Greek Orthodox Christians, and 250,000 Maronite Christians between the years of 1915 and 1921.

The Bolsheviks wanted to remove the influence of the Russian Orthodox Church, so they promoted atheism and intentionally murdered 500,000 Christians during the 20th Century. 

When the Soviets took over, they continued the slaughter. It’s estimated that the total number of Christian victims of the soviets is somewhere from 12 million to 20 million. 

In Mexico, the Christero War occurred because of persecutions. (When the Soviet Union opened an embassy in Mexico, the Soviet ambassador was awed at how closely the Soviet Union and Mexico resembled each other.) From 1926 to 1934, the number of priests in Mexico dropped from 4500 to 334. These remaining priests needed to be licensed by the Mexican government. The ones who were no longer able to serve had either emigrated, been expelled, or fallen to assassination. 

Let’s move on to “the present” (the last 30 years or so).

It is estimated that over 100,000 Christians are killed annually because of their faith. The World Evangelical Alliance estimates that over 200 million Christians are denied some fundamental human rights solely because of their faith. Paul Valley (a Rabbi) states that roughly 80% of all acts of religious discrimination is directed at Christians, despite them making up only 33% of the world’s population. 

There is a Christian non-profit organization that publishes a “World Watch List,” which is a list of the 50 countries most dangerous for Christians. North Korea, Afghanistan, Somalia, Sudan, Pakistan, Eritrea, Libya, Iraq, Yemen, and Iran are the top ten on 2018′s list. 

Sudan and Iran still implement the death penalty for apostasy (converting from Islam to Christianity, or even secretly practicing Christianity without openly professing a conversion).

British Foreign Secretary Jeremy Hunt published in May of 2019 that Christian persecution in the Middle East is “arguably coming close to meeting the international definition of genocide, according to that adopted by the UN” due to extremist groups and failure of state institutions to protect their citizens. 

From 2011 to 2013, over 150 Christians have been kidnapped for ransom in Egypt.

Despite making up only 5% of the Iraqi population, Christians account for 40% of the refugees living in nearby countries. 

You may not remember, but in 2017, Isis took a group of Christians and beheaded them, one by one, on video. They expressly stated the people were being murdered for being Christian.

But no, you’re right. There definitely hasn’t been systematic persecution of Christians. I must be imagining all of that.

Thank you for illuminating the dim recesses of my narrow mind and worldview.

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by SIYA

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Shirou Emiya can relate

When you keep being written as a hung harem protagonist, but you really just want to be a hero.

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Space Marine: FOUL ABOMINATION, THIS BLESSED CERAMITE WAS FORGED IN THE FIRES OF NOCTURNE’S LARGEST VOLCANO. IT HAS BEEN THRICE BLESSED BY THE TECHPRIESTS OF MARS USING ANCIENT RITUALS PASSED DOWN FROM THE OMNISSIAH TO THE EMPEROR HIMSELF.

Genestealer Cultist: Yeah, well, THIS POWER SAW WAS 29.99 AT HOMEBASE. HAHAHAHAHA.

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Calling a canon bisexual woman a lesbian becuase she has a female love interest or is in a wlw relationship is bisexual erasure and biphobic!!!!

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this is beautifull 

[This idea has been rattling in my brain and I had to share it.]

I know we all love the ‘humans are space orcs’ concept… but imagine, onboard the new ship they’ve been assigned to, the human meets an actual space orc. A massive monster… fangs and tusks and scars and a battle-hardened stare, looming over all the other life forms on the ship in its thick indestructible armour it refuses to remove. It barely drinks, it doesn’t need sleep, its massive shoulders are heavy with the terrible things it has experienced. Compared to the squishy & delicate human body, this thing is a walking tank.

… Except instead of hating/ignoring one another, the human and the monster start bonding over both coming from death planets. The human is excited to find a life form who doesn’t quiver with fear at the vague description of a jellyfish and the monster is ecstatic to meet someone who understands the feeling of being bitten by a qua’lem (cats are pretty close). They sit together and compare dangerous animals and locations as the other aliens look on in confusion and fear… oh, you also have dense jungles of deadly hidden predators, boiling acid lakes, tamed predatory killers, and areas with horrendously high and low temperatures? Sick!! 

It doesn’t take long before the two of them become totally inseparable. The human loves not feeling like some kind of crazy outsider and the monster is overjoyed they’ve finally found an equal in this unkillable marshmallow.

Monster: When I was a youngling, a grol-lik stung straight through my armour. The pain lasted for approximately 16 human hours. Human: Oh yeah man, I get that. As a kid I got a wasp stuck in my shirt. It stung me like four times, it was awful, and all my cousins just laughed at me… Monster: [using their arm screen to research human courting methods] I see.

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you get to laugh at stupid people

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Obelix

i was dipped in a barrel of toxic slutch when i was born

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“A thousand years ago, everybody knew the Earth was the center of the universe. Five hundred years ago, they knew the Earth was flat. Fifteen minutes ago, you knew we humans were alone on it. Imagine what you'll know tomorrow.” - Tommy Lee Jones in Man in Black science indeed changes, it is in its very nature to change as more and more is being learned and discovered who knows what the new truth for the science community will be 

brb sending this to my entire history of science department

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what hapened to learning from the mistakes of the past? also i  would like to see the Internet historian video on it

Stop telling people in twitter that things already happened in tumblr!!! I wanna see them organize their own dashcon, dont discourage them!!!

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I just couldnt stop laughing

i have a horrible misogynist rooster who only likes blonde hens so i always have to make sure i have 2-3 yellow hens around so he doesn't run anyone ragged. i didn't know this was a problem someone could have but i've had macklemore for eight slutty, slutty years and he's been overly obsessed with the blondness level of his lady friends for the entire time with no sign of slowing down so, like. props to him for sticking to his guns.

SIR, PLEASE,

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chaotic evill energy

Thank god for Russian dash cams to bring us wonders like this

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this could be amazing, but i am curious what the cursed army from under the mountains are gonna be shown as

Concept:

Sci-fi LOTR that changes none of the dialogue, characters, or scenes.

Bike-Lords of Rohan

Orcs and Uruk-hai are robots.

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i mean getting those servants kinda ensures victory due to their legends, also  That is kinda like their hometurf and everybody would want the strongest hero of their own mythology

It's canon (from Apocrypha Material) that when a Grail War was going to be held in Greece everyone just killed each other over who got Heracles' catalyst and no Servants actually ended up being summoned. This resulted in everyone agreeing Herc is banned from being used in Greek Grail Wars...and so the next time they tried one everyone fought over Achilles' catalyst.