RE-WRITING RWBY: F*CKING VACUO Part One.
Alright with the reveal of Vacuo and a "colonization arc" which made me facepalm so fucking hard. I might as well pull up my world-building pants and show up and show-out. So lets get fuckin' active.
(Art by Advarcher)
Vacuo. Known to many around Remnant as the Kingdom That Embraces Freedom. This desert kingdom is the embodiment of Freedom of Expression. Showing that people can be happy here, aligned as one. Regardless of Gender, Sexuality, Race or Nationality. However beneath its surface the kingdom itself does hide a few secrets within the capital of Arthtar including a very much internalized hatred towards one of the kingdoms.
To start, during the Age of Antiquity. Vacuo was once a lush landscape filled with forests and life alike until its end came when Salem had led her uprising against the God of Light and Darkness ending Vacuo and sending it to what many survivors call it: The Age Of Sorrowful Darkness. Which many of the Great Mages of Vacuo had attempted to create or attempt to bring back any form of life what so ever. Only for it to fail...
Finally when all hope seemed lost, One of the Great Mages known as Arthtar would pour not just all of her magic but her very life force into a section of Vacuo thus spawning life. Even so the Titan of the Oasis' would also assist spawning many many Oasis' across the desert wasteland as a means of aid and succor, while the dust from the moon would hopefully bring the land back to what it once was.... or so many had thought.
Thus when Mantle had arrived to conquer Vacuo, did they open themselves up to their icy counterparts. Only to be met with flames of death and destruction. Despite this defense they were pushed back further and further to which the King of Vacuo called for aid from the recently defected Brumel and Vale for assistance to which they would answer the cry for assistance. Thus it was marked in the Great War as the Vacuan Offensive where many many battles took place and would birth Vacuo's elite guard. The Warriors Of Vacuo.
As many would fight and die, the King of Vacuo would go to meet with the Titan of Leadership and Justice in order to speak with them to grant permission for the Relic of Destruction. To which the Titan warned the King that should he use it they'd better be ready for the consequences to come... and thus desparate the King would use it during the Final Battle against the Mantleans which was in a stalemate currently.... thus...
It was remembered that day a GREAT CANYON was brought forth from that sword a canyon that irreversibly changed Vacuo... to which many call it the Badlands. Others call it a Kings Desperate Move.
However, even with such a great move the consequences to Vacuo did not end there. As many had died and the capital was damaged. To which those who survived the fighting stayed behind to help rebuild Arthtar to back into its glorious capital filled with flowing waters to represent the flow of time. Pathways leading to and from the desert representing the times of struggle and relief that comes with it, and lastly the very Capitol building of Samir Arthtar. Representing her brave sacrifice to bring back a piece of Vacuo's former glory.
Yet, even with the reparations Vacuo's damages were not done yet as years after companies would invade Vacuo for their dust supply, evicting many many tribes and families from their homes. Leaving the general public enraged most prominently the Schnee Dust Company as many Hunters disagreed with the SDC's motives for mining in Vacuo... others agreed with them.
Yet for a small section of Hunters they would not sit silently as the SDC took more and more from them. Thus the Great Dust Wars of Vacuo began against the entire kingdom of Vacuo and the Schnee Dust Company. Every bandit , hunter, or tribal warrior put aside their differences and agreed that a divided Vacuo is not a Free Vacuo. In which the war ended with a MASSIVE victory over their Atlesian counterparts who preferred order over freedom. Onto the very future while many do say that Vacuo has secrets for any researcher others wonder who is the REAL leader of Vacuo besides its Grand Councilman Theodore....
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the curse of adhd:
i will remember with absolute clarity, when the thought strikes me that i have a text to send someone, that this is the fourth time in three days i've attempted to send this specific text
i will forget, in the time it takes me to pick up my phone, that i picked it up intending to send a text
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What we need to do is convince all the disney adults in america that high speed rail would be a preferable way of getting to disneyworld compared to driving or flying. We could maybe harness their fondness for the monorail or something, but this is a group of people that has time, income, and passion that we could leverage. If we could direct 5% of the enthusiasm they have for limited edition popcorn buckets into calling their representatives and demanding high-speed interstate rail, we could get it by 2030
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"A story doesn't need a theme in order to be good" I'm only saying this once but a theme isn't some secret coded message an author weaves into a piece so that your English teacher can talk about Death or Family. A theme is a summary of an idea in the work. If the story is "Susan went grocery shopping and saw a weird bird" then it might have themes like 'birds don't belong in grocery stores' or 'nature is interesting and worth paying attention to' or 'small things can be worth hearing about.' Those could be the themes of the work. It doesn't matter if the author intended them or not, because reading is collaborative and the text gets its meaning from the reader (this is what "death of the author" means).
Every work has themes in it, and not just the ones your teachers made you read in high school. Stories that are bad or clearly not intended to have deep messages still have themes. It is inherent in being a story. All stories have themes, even if those themes are shallow, because stories are sentences connected together for the purpose of expressing ideas, and ideas are all that themes are.
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i feel like not enough ppl are factoring in the cultural clash between laios and shuro and the many micro agressions shuro faced while being in their group. literally the name 'shuro' in itself is one
his name is toshiro 😭 lets also not forget that he has his own communication issues, in the opposite way that laios does- thats literally a factor in their argument, that his envy for laios's ability to express himself sincerely manifested as part of his distaste for him.
ig all this to say like, was their fight heart wrenching, especially when reading laios as autistic? absolutely. anybody whos ever been in laios's position knows how much it hurts to realize someone you thought was your friend doesnt actually like having you around, especially when they didnt tell you and you had no way of knowing due to not understanding their cues. but im begging yall to step back and see the nuance of this situation cause im gonna be real a lot of you are kinda just brushing over it acting like everything is toshiros fault and that hes a terrible person when in reality hes an average guy who really, really clashed with laios and it led to a very long misunderstanding due to their supremely opposite methods of communication. even laios and toshiro, after letting everything out in their fight, were able to come to an understanding and start a foundation for an actual friendship built on better communication
ok yknow what Edit: i shouldve made it even more explicit at the end of this post, i hadnt thought i would need to since i started the post with this, but i think a few too many people are missing my point so i just wanna clarify. i shouldnt have said 'really clashed' and left it at that because yeah they did, but it wasnt just their opposite methods of communication, it is also very much that toshiro was experiencing microaggressions via laios. it may have been unintentional on laios's part, but it still happened and wore him down, made it harder for him to communicate on top of both the more subtle social cues that he was raised with and his own communication difficulties. i also want to say that the fandom reaction to toshiro and the complete ignorance of this point is also racist tbh or at the very least ignorant. i understand that the anime did not cover this panel, and neither did the manga, as this was an omake, but im gonna be real with you guys. there are enough context clues within the story to clue you into this. if you didnt pick up on it thats ok, but i think this is a good lesson in picking up subtext in the stories that youre watching and/or reading. kui shouldnt have to explicitly say 'by the way laios was racist to toshiro' for this point to be understood, and at the very least, when the author portrays a character in a sympathetic light (as kui clearly does) it should make you question Why they are doing so and what makes them sympathetic, rather than youre immediate and only reaction to be 'well i hated what this guy did/said so i hate them and they suck'. idk exactly how to finish this, just. idk. question your biases and gut reactions to things you see in media and stories, and think about whether or not theres subtext that youre missing.
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i dont think the sages are distinctly aware of everything their avatars are doing, but i imagine some things probably bleed through
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this goesout to theperson who wanted me todraw him with an even bigger lollypop here it is
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morning kori. she’s lovingly watching dick burn the shit out of her pancakes
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Mike: is struggling financially and mentally
Vanessa: *throws his prescription medicine*
Edit: it's not just about whether Mike needed the drugs (which he didn't, i understand), it's about the fact SHE LITTERED and most likely polluted the river too.
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the baldur's gate 3 experience when you accidentally trigger an unintentional romance because you thought you were just being a really supportive friend
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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.
three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.
two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.
their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.
one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.
i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.
i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.
and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?
you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.
a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.
someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.
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WHO DID THIS 😭
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searching for a star that's still unknown to anyone!
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The scarest thing about Nandor being actually smart in all things Guillermo is that this is the reason why he'll never make the move to be with him:
Nandor already knows how he feels about Guillermo.
He's not even repressing it. He's just made peace with it. Because Guillermo was never an option.
Guillermo is human. He'll choose to stay human. He's fleeting. He'll always leave in some form or fashion. Nandor doesn’t choose to act on his feelings for Guillermo for the same reason why he never turned him. It would just be a curse.
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