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Silent Knight is good and I think Neo deserves Jaune Kisses too, but sadly he is too pure hearted to be on the Nefarious Grindset to establish any sort of chemistry... UNLESS?

You’re barking up the wrong tumblr user, mate. I just draw it because my friends like it

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Twins AU:

Do Jaune and Yang pretend that Glynda is their aunt and Sun is a distant cousin?

Oh of course

In my extended family tree, Sun is actually related to them. But yeah as soon as the twins find out they’re siblings, it starts becoming a meme that every blonde person is somehow related to them

Some take it in stride. Some are quietly bewildered. It’s very funny

Sun, of course, is immediately down for being an honorary cousin. Boy’s got a lot of love in his heart and an enthusiasm for shenanigans. Glynda is barely tolerant of Yang calling her Aunty and Jaune calling her Tante Glynda

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See I was totally thinking Weiss as Shoto, with Winter and Whitley as Natsuo and Fuyumi, Willow as Rei, Jacques as Endeavor, and Cinder as Dabi.

Well you got Cinder right at least lol. No was I not gonna make her Dabi

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Weiss is Momo? I would've considered pretty much any other woman (or even Jaune) before her.

I mean emotionally and spiritually Momo really SHOULD be Pyrrha, but I wanted to make her be Todoroki too bad. So Weiss it is

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Ask meme for Nolan Porfirio.

You’re gonna have to be more specific, I have no memory AT ALL of which ask meme this is referring to

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I want you to know that 'Hellspawn' is the single funniest name a cat can have. We can all go home now. That's it. You win.

F in the chat for Weiss, you could’ve had a cat named after you

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It’s been a week since Ren’s brother returned from the dead. He’s been keeping an eye on his leader since normal life resumed.

He isn’t supposed to know as much as he is, he’s not supposed to know more than Nora, Oscar, and Emerald (and the adults) were told by team RWBY and Jaune during their debrief. But he does. It’s apparently been decades for Jaune, and from his perspective Ren has only had his evolved Semblance for a few hours, so he isn’t shocked that his leader has forgotten.

But under his intense gaze, Ren sees more than the others do. Even without his Semblance.

When they’re a group together, Weiss’s eyes shift from Jaune to the door so often that Ren doubts she’s paying any attention to the meeting. Ruby is watching her uncle as he speaks, but her foot is tapping so fast it’s about to spawn rose petals and Ren doesn’t even think she’s aware that she keeps leaning towards Jaune every time he flinches.

And Jaune…

He’s leaning over his notes, but his eyes are glazed. He fidgets in his seat, visibly stiff from frustration or pain, and Ren knows that often those two things are mutually inclusive for his brother.

Watching Jaune is painful.

Ren sees Oscar ask him a question about their recent patrol and Jaune’s response seems a fraction quieter than usual. He starts to speak and then pauses, clearing his throat, still not used to his new voice. His old voice. He seems to want to gesture as he usually does, but after underestimating his newly-returned range of motion the other day and smacking a hot coffee straight into Marrow’s face, Jaune’s hands stay clenched at his sides.

The longer he sits, the more tense his shoulders get. Petals in a thousand colors swirl around him, making a stark contrast to the white in his hair.

After Qrow dismisses them, Jaune is up and out of the room without helping clean up or wait for them. Alarm bells clang against Ren’s skull and he’s out of his chair before he sees Weiss jogging after him.

Pink petals drift after her.

Ren sits back down. As much as it hurts, he’ll let his friend handle it for now. And keep watch from a close distance.

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This is the third empty space Jaune has hid himself in today.

First was a supply closet, where Weiss found him.

Next was a bathroom stall by the cafeteria.

This is tucked in the corner of an empty classroom. Abandoned as all the students have been drafted into their apocalypse.

His limbs are ice.

Crushing, crashing, breaking into shards. He’s going to cut himself on the sharp edges of Alyx’s knife, of the broken pottery of a dropped soup bowl, on the Cat’s claws. And they glint, it’s piercing, he’s frozen in the ice of crushing pain and the chill from Weiss’s Semblance crashing in.

You’re going to get your friends killed. Just like Alyx, just like Pyrrha, just like Penny. They are here because of you and they are going to die because of you.

They are going to die, they’re going to die, they’re gonna die, they’re gonna-

“They’re gonna die.” Jaune’s voice bursts from his lips, the pain can’t be kept in his head any longer. The words scratch his throat on the way out.

“They’re gonna die, they’re gonna die,” he mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut and watching Ruby fall through the ground. Neo-Cat is on the ground, and Jaune raises his sword, but it’s Penny, and he’s shaking and shaking, and he can’t move, and Pyrrha is there with a blade like he should’ve been for her, and he’s paralyzed, and he’s falling, and they’re all going to die, and it will be Jaune’s fault, it’s all his fault-

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

He’s curled into himself, scratching at his arms, digging nails in but too cowardly to break skin. Too cowardly to let the story play out, too cowardly to let the Paper Pleasers ascend, too stupid to back down from the self-righteous bullshit that nearly dug his friend’s grave.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Jaune can’t make his lungs breathe right, because he can’t do so many things right. Can’t even be the make believe hero, he’s going to die here and they’re gonna die too.

Jaune crumbles.

It’s no less than what he deserves.

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Jaune hasn’t arrived for their meeting at five o’clock, and Ren waits only seven minutes to go and look for his brother. As far as Ren knows, ever since returning Jaune has only ever been two minutes late to anything, and that was because he got caught up in a meeting with Qrow. Getting forcibly ripped from time has made his brother painfully meticulous about schedules.

This is the first room Ren looked for Jaune in. He’s been trying to be the glue holding their family together, but introversion dies hard, and Ren still very occasionally retreats to empty classrooms, so he knows the best spots to go.

Evidently, Jaune knows as well.

When Ren finds him, Jaune is scrunched into the furthest corner of the room. Jaune is no longer the gangly teen from Beacon, he’s filled in the few years since leaving the Academy to be nearly six and a half feet of pure, friend-shaped, muscle. His brother is currently occupying a space about a third of his size.

None of the desks seem disturbed, so Jaune must have carefully picked his way across the room and tucked himself into the corner purposefully. Somehow, this makes Ren feel even worse.

He makes his way quickly over to Jaune and crouches beside him, cataloguing his brother’s movements. His breathing is erratic and he’s mumbling words through pulling gasps. Words that vaguely sound like, “They’re gonna die.”

“Jaune. I’m here. You’re not alone. Everyone is safe.” Jaune’s red-rimmed gaze snaps to him. Even during a panic attack, his brother still tries to give Ren all of his attention, something that is so exasperatingly Jaune.

“You’re in Vacuo,” Ren reminds him in case Jaune has forgotten, which based on the way he’s scratching at his arms and the dazed look in his eyes, he has.

Ren’s seen the same look in the mirror after Atlas.

It’s only been a week since Jaune and the others returned from the Ever After. Jaune hasn’t spoken to Ren about it, he definitely hasn’t spoken to Nora or Oscar about it, but his shoulders have been stiffening into a tenser set, darker shades of petal have been surrounding him, and he’s disappearing a lot more frequently.

“Jaune? I’m going to take your hands. You can squeeze mine as hard as you need.” Ren would like Jaune to stop scratching up and down his arms, stop leaving red marks on freckled skin. He waits a moment and Jaune reaches out to him, his eyes wide and his face nearly green with what Ren recognizes as nausea.

He longs to use his Semblance, to end this right now. But would that make it worse? Would forceful calm just compound Jaune’s belief that he’s in a world where nothing makes sense?

“Jaune. Let’s breathe. You’re going to get through this. Whatever you’re seeing isn’t what’s happening right now. We just have to breathe.”

Ren sits with Jaune, their hands clasped and Jaune’s painful pulls of breath gasp, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

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Ren is never going to respect him again. He's peeking behind the carefully perfected facade that is Jaune’s factory setting since returning. He’s watching Ren, and his brother has never looked more open in his life. His mask is nowhere in sight, and it’s clear now why Ren always relied on it because his brother is trying and failing miserably to hide his worry.

Jaune’s vision tunnels and his stomach is being hollowed out by an ice cream scoop. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Jaune, there’s nothing to be sorry for.” That’s Ren’s voice. “You just need to focus on your breathing. You’re safe, Ruby and her team are safe, and it’s going to be okay. You’re not there, Jaune, you made it out alive.”

Only because Ruby, Weiss, Blake, and Yang saved his ass. Only because a little girl died because she wanted to help him. Jaune scoffs out loud. He’s so tired and sick to his stomach. It’s been his fault all along and Ren knows, Nora knows, Oscar, team RWBY, Qrow, they all know.

He tastes blood and is tempted to spit it out. Right there on the classroom floor. He swallows it instead and gags.

It’s salty. They’re tears.

“Jaune.” Ren’s voice is urgent. He wonders why.

He’s drifting from one choked breath to the next. The Cat will kill him any minute. He can’t muster the energy to care…

But Ren is putting a hand on his chin and tugging sharply, and Jaune’s bleary gaze meets Ren’s perpetually calm eyes. And Jaune sees fear there.

He’s doing that. He’s scaring his brother.

Pure instinct of “do not hurt others, do not let others get hurt” makes him suck in a much needed breath.

Ren’s voice is saying something like “Breath, Jaune. Don’t hold it in.”

Holding it makes his chest balloon and the world goes all soft and floaty. But Ren squeezes his hand, and Jaune can feel them shaking. He can’t make his brother feel safe, his mouth stays useless and clamped shut.

“Useless,” he spits.

Ren makes a sound of disagreement. “Don’t say that, Jaune. Just listen to the sound of my voice. That’s all you have to do.”

And Ren starts talking. Stringing sentences together like it’s nothing, like there was never a time when a few words were his quota for a full day.

Jaune tunes back in at, “Nora and Emerald have been having contests of how many beetle bars they can eat in five minutes. I think Emerald’s record was 15 but Nora’s is currently sitting at 19.” And Ren chuckles, and Jaune sees a grin on his face instead of that fear, his hands still squeezing Jaune’s.

And Jaune feels something other than mind-numbing terror because that smile on his brother’s face is… novel.

“Did you know that Emerald smuggled a stray cat into the dorms?” Ren is looking at Jaune and his eyes check Jaune’s before continuing. “She found a stray tuxedo cat on patrol, starving and looking sick. We got back from a meeting and found her swaddling it in blankets from Nora’s bed. She really had to try to convince Qrow to let her keep it, something about birds and cats, but over the next few days she and Oscar brought home four more and Nora another one, so I guess she won. They live in the kitchen now.”

“What are their names?” Jaune chokes out. His breaths come slightly easier.

“Bella, Draco, Hellspawn, Rosie, Nora Jr, and Noodle.” Ren’s lips tilt upward as he replies, although the smile is wistful. “Bella is the tuxedo, she still sleeps on Emerald’s bed. Turns out she missed Blake. Noodle and Draco are a pair of orange tabbies courtesy of Oscar, he missed his older siblings. And Rosie is small and black with the biggest eyes ever. You can guess who she’s named after.”

“H- Hellspawn?” Jaune asks.

“Yes. She’s a white shorthair, originally named Princess for Weiss, but she’s the devil so that name was quickly dropped.”

A smile quirked Jaune’s lips. It hurts more than the terror does to know his family missed them all that much. But the thought of Weiss’s face when she found out what her namesake was rechristened almost makes up for it. “Nora Jr?” Jaune asked, curiosity replacing the sheer terror by a fraction.

“He yells all the time. Nora says he’s like the son she never had,” Ren says with a sigh.

“My sister… Saphron she…” Speaking tears at his throat. “She named our barn cat Zoomer.” Ren, for some inexplicable reason, looks interested in hearing about Jaune’s cat so he goes on. “I wanted a dog, but the twins are allergic.”

Ren hums. “Dogs have a lot of energy, and your house has a lot of people. Besides, you’re basically a human golden retriever already.”

Jaune feels laughter bubble in his chest and lets it out. It comes out as a wet, quiet thing, but it feels good. Anything to not feel like this again.

For today at least.

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For the bnha au, i know you already have the roles selected but thoughts on wby being the big three. mostly because i can see blake being mirio, with ruby being izuku. with blakes character development in the show i can see a third year blake being a canidate for ofa. blake's semblance is pretty similar to mirio's quirk as well.

See, the thing you gotta know about me is that if I’m watching a piece of media and my favourite character suddenly completely stops being relevant for no discernible reason, I COMPLETELY lose interest

My favourite character is Iida

I haven’t fucking watched the show last the middle of season three. In fact, in my mind, the show freaking ends there. So as far as I’m concerned, Mirio and all the folks introduced along side him don’t even exist

Also, I didn’t pick who would be who based on their Semblances at all. It’s completely just based on vibes. It’s why Nora is Uraraka even though from her Semblance she really should be Kaminari

All that being said, Ruby is indeed Midoriya. Blake is Tokoyami, Weiss is Yaoyorozu, And Yang is Bakugo

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Twins AU! Would you say the empathetic connection lets twins visit eachothers' dreams? If so, have Jaune and Yang ever learned things about eachother that they wished they didn't, through them? Things they're glad they learned?Things that scared them?

If they can, then I’m gonna say only after V9. Magic from the Ever After and all that. Meaning that Qrow and Raven wouldn’t be able to (or other Remnant twins, but who cares)

I think it would also make sense to be after V9 because Jaune wouldn’t be shielding himself after decades alone, and Yang would be reaching out more. Because it’s possible for the twins to keep some of their feelings to themself, but after so long Jaune would be out of practice and wouldn’t even think of it. So I think Yang would enter his dream first

He’d probably be having a nightmare and be broadcasting really loud, and Yang would subconsciously try to help and end up in his dream

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I got a new ship and a name for it!

Jaune/Penny/Pyrrha

Ship name: kill robot.

Rude

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Commissions of my bro @remy-steel-official’s RWBY OCs Leone and Reo

A garbage man and a garbage boy. I love them

Want some art of your own? [Buy Me A Ko-Fi]

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They went to a Penny’s first con together

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I don't want to sound bad why do you draw Blake with Dark skin color when she is like the second palest girl In Team RWBY? I just didn't want to be shamed for asking but it keeps nagging at my brain because I don't get why.

I (and several other artists) draw Blake as a POC because her story resonates with a lot of people of color in the community. Also, since the show was written from an American perspective, it’s clear that the writers took inspiration from the African American Civil Rights movement when writing Blake’s story and the Faunus plotline

Character reasons aside, it’s my firm belief that everyone in volume one is white because they literally couldn’t make anyone have colored skin. EVERYONE in volume one is white, but as soon as V2 started, there’s people of color. Personally, I think that if V1 was made with the budget and skills they had for later volumes, that more of the cast would’ve been people of color

Because like… literally every character introduced in volume one is Caucasian. All of them. It’s ridiculous

Also, and this is just a personal thing and honestly pretty insignificant, but it adds visual interest to drawings for not fucking everyone to be pale as hell

Those are my reasons at least

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Youngest old man you know?? Wrong. Oscar is right there and he’s baby Methuselah

Jaune is the youngest old man I know because Oscar is not Ozpin, they are separate people

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Youngest old man I know

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Are Quirks and Semblances not similar?

Yeah they are. The main difference is that Semblances are shreds of magic powered by a person’s soul, and quirks are literally physical mutations

That being said, BNHA AU my beloved. It bounces around my head like the dvd logo

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Someone has to have done this before