#[support: beowolf]

[swiftlance]

His silence speaks even louder than the way he flinches back. Frownin', she opens her mouth to offer her help, but he grabs her before she can.

"Eep!" The cry escapes before she can bite it back; not every day some guy starts tuggin' her every which way! Her own drink spills onto her wrist, cold water shockin' her enough that she now can see he's only leadin' her away from starin' eyes.

And if he does try somethin' funny, she can jab an elbow into his nose.

She immediately tucks her arm back against her side once he releases it, wary eyes followin' his movements. And then he's suddenly up close, touchin' her face all familiar like.

Nephenee tenses. The damp cloth feels cool 'gainst her rapidly heatin' skin, 'nd he only follows the shape of her lips. Can't be too angry with him for helpin' out like she asked.

Anyhow. It's a relief when he pulls away, givin' her more room ta breath. "It were an accident!" She exclaims, finally pushin' past the lump of embarrassment cloggin' her throat. "...No, I don't. Darn near fergot I were even wearin' this stuff."

Both his comment and accent register. She flushes at the former, relaxin' at the latter. "Yer from the country too, ain't ya? Oh, and thank ya."

[Water ]

She ain't much a fan of fancy drinks. Too rich for her blood, as they say. Simple things make her happy, which is why she's content sippin' her water.

The crystal glass is a bit much.

A faint smear of the sticky lipstick she'd swiped on for this evenin' remains on her glass when she pulls it away. No matter; she was growin' tired of the tacky feelin' anyhow.

Calil's voice floats through her head unbidden. Lessons on bein' a lady or some such, includin' a lady always looks her best. Nephenee assumes that means makin' sure her makeup remains intact.

She turns to the closest person at her shoulder. "'Scuse--excuse me. Does my lipstick look messy?"

When Beowolf turns to see, there's already a grin forming on his lips- he knows that any talk of lipstick would inevitably turn to a) how easy it would be to remove, a task at which he was always happy to oblige, or b) how kissable it made the wearer appear.

The answer to which, as before, Beowolf was always happy to oblige.

But the sight that awaits him nearly causes him to jump - and he does flinch at the awful smear, a twitch of his hand that sent a splash of champagne to the hem of his teeshirt - but to his credit, rather than laughing, or worse, lying and leaving it be, he tucks his hand into the crook of her elbow and tugs her away from the lights of the floor and nearer to a quieter table.

"Crusaders on high, lady, you made a right mess o'yerself, dincha?" Steering her to a place where prying eyes would not follow, he nabs a glass of fresh water and a linen napkin. Dabbing a corner into the water, he sets to work at the delicate task of fixing this stranger's makeup.

"There," he says when the shape is presentable, if he does say so himself. Cocking his head, he finally allows himself a laugh. "Don't gussy up much, do you? Not that a pretty lass like yerself'd need it, hey?"

[machiot]

@sayhwaet sent:

[ Gristonne ] - An energetic and aggressive dance from the Gristonne Kingdom, it mixes fast, rapid turns and decisive footwork, evoking the image of an aggressive soldier in the midst of combat going toe-to-toe with their foe. Not for the faint of heart.

"Ay, if it isn't the little terror! Y'havin' a good time, kiddo?" Recalled the girl from their time on Gronder field - how she'd had such difficulty for such a long time, and how it had eventually helped his team secure the victory.

"Gotten into any scuffles tonight?" A dance wasn't the same as battle, and it seemed like that was where she'd preferred to be - gently, he tapped her shoulder with his knuckles, lowering into a boxer's stance with a grin, then taptapped again.

"C'mon, now's yer chance - show me whatcha got, no holding back now, hear me?"

Marni's visible eye squints, then widens in recognition.

Marni lights up, wet dress temporarily forgotten, "Hey, you're the fun guy from the mock battle!"

The Firenese princess had spent the fight glowering at her (well, she did actually probably deserve that one) and the red-headed axe user had preferred to take potshots at her rather than fight her head on. Her own teammates had barely seemed interested in fighting at all, just healing, healing, healing.

But this guy! This guy's got her!

"I'm behaving tonight!" ...Mostly. "See, there's someone who I... Actually, never mind. It's complicated. Point is, there's someone I owe something to and she doesn't like fighting, so I'm trying not to cause trouble where she can see. If she can't see it, then she'll be reeeally proud of what a good job I'm doing, right?"

She smiles widely, girlishly, as if this is something to be proud of.

Moderation, however, is not Marni's middle name. Even without Beowolf's taunting, she would have still whaled on him and whale on him she does, rocketing her right fist at the man's shoulder. Her left fist taps his sternum, fortunately not at full force.

"Hahahaha! See, this is what I'm usually like! You just caught me on a bad day last time, got it?"

[pheraed]

[ Tangle ] - A curious, heavy blanket has been laid down in an out-of-the-way corner of the ball. On it are rows of circles, separated by color. Accompanying the mat is a wooden board with an arrow pinned to its center, and on this board: four quadrants, each with its own colors and separate labels: Right hand. Left foot. Right foot. Left hand. Supposedly, should you spin the arrow, you must place the respective body part on the matching color on the mat below. Easy, right? Now, add a few more people.

---

…How had it come to this?

How did they both get shanghaied onto this colorful blanket of dots?!

The reason Ares hadn't already left, on the other hand, was because his stubborn competitive streak trumped any sense of embarrassment about how silly this must have looked. That, and he now quite literally couldn't leave. Not without causing this whole knot of bodies he was tied up in to collapse.

Locked face-to-face with Eliwood as his contorted body wound up above the other's, he couldn't stop one of his black feather brooches from slipping loose and falling on the other's face.

A very clipped apology was the best he could get out while stuck in this state. Hopefully that got enough of the intent across, but it wasn't like these two didn't already have some experience with sharing a minor mishap.

How did Eliwood end up in this situation? He might have asked himself that question if he weren't too busy laughing at the absurdity of it all. He's having a great time, honestly, and it does not matter how or why he decided to join in on this game.

Eliwood almost sneezes as the black feather drops on his face. Instead, he giggles again. "Thank you," he says through his laughter. "I'll take this, and in exchange I think my pearls might look lovely with your parasol."

( normally jests are reserved for close friends, but you cannot get much closer than whatever this is. )

The image of Ares, his opponent on the battlefield just a few months ago, with a parasol and a string of pearls makes him giggle again. This time, he loses his balance and causes all of the bodies to fall to the floor.

[daeificatio]

It's just a rock man | m!byleth & beowolf

Come one, come all! A visiting merchant has brought with him an unusual challenge for those fancying themselves some of Garreg Mach’s strongest: a large boulder with the “Sword of Selection” protruding from its surface. Successfully draw the sword from the stone and prove yourself worthy of its might, he proclaims, though it soon becomes clear that this is easier said than done as many a would-be-hero tries and fails to pull the blade free. Some accuse it of being rigged, while others swear they’ll definitely succeed if given another chance. Bragging rights and a free sword sound pretty tempting despite this—will you give it a try? [Grants Sword +1]

Closed starter for @sayhwaet

He had heard of hundreds of tales such as this one. A nomad lifestyle exposed one to all sorts of folktales and legends- and in the world of mercenaries, legends involving magic weapons that can only be taken by a chosen individual were rather common. Most knew they were just legends, others would sometimes try to find said mythical weapon to claim it and add it to their accolades to make themselves into a more attractive sellsword to nobles’ eyes.

Byleth didn’t care because Byleth knew how to fight with anything, from sticks in the forest to the most high quality sword one could wish for. That- and because now, as he stood before the stone impaled by the ‘Sword of Selection’, he wondered why that legend even existed to begin with. That whoever got it out was deemed a hero or something.

“You can’t be a hero if all you do is pluck swords off rocks. That’s a smith’s job.” He worded it to nobody in particular, but out loud nonetheless. If the whole thing about this sword was that one had to take it out of the rock to claim it and its title and it was firmly planted there…why did nobody try to take the more convenient routes? He gave the stone a light kick, staring at the sword. It looked like any other sword, nothing in it catching his eye. Perhaps it would sell well at a market if sharpened, but aside from that it looked like a regular sword.

A muscular blond guy who looked a bit rough on the edges, not too different from the average mercenary the professor had come across countless times in his life. Byleth offered a diminute nod in acknowledgement before turning his gaze back to the sword, then to the rock. 

“Just break the rock and get the sword out. It’s just a rock.”

[yukyunotabibito]

The spinner rotates around between all other six men, rotating like the pointer in the centre until it reaches Nasir's hands once more. So far, they have at least enjoyed watching the antics of the others, from their far less precarious position upon their circle. At least they had not been unlucky enough to manage having to end up balancing on their head.

Nasir smirks gently as he flicks the spinner, though he can't hold back a small chuckle at the... dramatic tumble Lambert ends up taking. Hm. They wouldn't have pinned the strange lion-like man to be the type to clumsily fall out of the maneuver he was attempting.

"Ah, good," Nasir breathes a sigh of relief as the spinner lands on yet another leg. Though... the color...

They glance at their next target, a green circle a bit aways from them. Not far enough that it was a struggle, but it was certainly a bit of a stretch.

Balance roll: 19

See? Easy enough.

"Who's next? Our dear lord Sephiran; correct?" From their new position, a lengthy split, but luckily they had long legs to begin with, they smirk directly at the black haired man, "Best of luck. Don't fall now, my friend."

@thelightofcreation

DILF TWISTER

{ Ethereal Ball 2024 ~ Prompt: [ Tangle ] || The mat }

[dyinglikenarcissus]

I wanna be someone’s Grendel’s mother. Just curse generations of men and their land

[bridgyrose]

Weiss pinched the bridge of her nose as she pushed Ruby’s scroll back to her. “People arent turning into grimm.” 

“Then explain this picture,” Ruby said as she took her scroll back. “I know exactly what I saw and I think that woman I was chasing has something to do with it.” 

“The same person you said that got away from you?” Penny asked. 

Weiss sighed and took a bite of her scone. “Ruby, we’re not saying you were seeing things but… think about what you’re saying. A thief ended up with paws like a beowolf. Do you realize how ridiculous that sounds?” 

“I know how it sounds, but I know what I saw.” Ruby sighed and took a sip of her coffee. “Think about the grimm we fought today, screaming when we defeated them. Even Penny suggested that they might’ve been people too.” 

Penny shrugged, “I just think we should look at all the possibilities.” 

“I really wish you both would listen to yourselves.” Weiss took another sip of her own coffee and carefully placed the mug down. “If people could become grimm, dont you think criminals or bandits would exploit that? Besides, its only that: a rumor.” 

Ruby grumbled a bit and looked back to the picture she took on her scroll. The rumors had to be true, why else would the thief have grimm-like claws for hands? Still, she put her scroll into sleep mode and stashed it back into her pocket. “Fine, I’ll drop it.” 

“Thank you,” Weiss said with a smile. “Besides, we did agree this would be an outing to relax, not talk about missions or work. And I intend to do just that.” 

Ruby nodded and took a bite of her cake as she absentmindedly listened to Weiss and Penny talk about Atlas and going back to visit Winter. And while she did agree with the idea, her mind was still too focused on everything she saw earlier. The thief that had started to turn into a grimm, the woman on the rooftops, the rumors of people turning into grimm… there had to be something to it all. Though, she was never going to find out if she sat here all day.

“What do you think, Ruby?” Weiss asked. 

Ruby looked up at Weiss. “Think about what?” 

“You werent paying attention, were you?” 

“I am sure she has a lot on her mind,” Penny suggested. “Right Ruby?” 

“I was listening!” Ruby quickly answered. “I just didnt hear you is all.” 

Weiss sighed and shook her head. “I wanted to know what you thought about coming back to Atlas with me to attend a gala that Whitley is putting on.” 

“And your father? WIll he be there?” 

“Yes, and Winter.” 

“Then I’m not going-” 

“You need to go,” Penny interrupted. “Weiss is our girlfriend and we should support her.” 

“I know, but, I cant.” Ruby stood up and pushed her chair in. “You both can go, but I need to stick around here.” 

“Ruby-” 

“Let her go,” Weiss said. “She’s still upset about what father did to her.” 

Ruby walked out of the cafe and started down the street, eyes on the rooftops. As much as she’d like to support Weiss, she had other things to worry about. First, there were the rumors of people turning into grimm, then the woman she saw running along the rooftops. And to top it all off, the thief who had grimm paws. None of it made sense and she needed answers. 

She sighed and stopped as she came across the dust shop she liked to frequent, From Dust till Dawn. The same shop that managed to get her into Beacon early. Without it being robbed, she never would’ve met Weiss or Penny. And yet, ever since graduating, she never felt so far away from them. Maybe it was the difference in why they became huntresses or the pressures that came with defending humanity. 

“What do we have here? A huntress all alone without her team to back her up. Never thought I’d see the day.” 

Ruby turned around to see the woman she had chased earlier standing on a rooftop across the street. “What do you want?” 

“To give you a choice,” the woman said with a smirk. “Or to see if you have what it takes to really be a huntress.” 

“What do you mean-” Ruby’s words stopped as she watched the woman’s eyes burn with flames as she casually threw a fireball at a nearby building, engulfing it in flames. She pulled her scythe off her back, the end of the rifle pointed towards the woman. 

The woman let the flames in her eyes die down as her smile faded. “So, what’s it going to be? Chase me, or let a building burn and the White Fang take advantage of the situation?” 

All Ruby could do was watch the woman’s red dress as she started to walk off, frozen in place as she no longer knew what to do. Stop that woman from hurting others, or help put out the fire before it spread too far. And yet, she couldnt move as if she was stuck to the pavement, arms shaking as she lowered her rifle. 

Finally, she heard the sounds of sirens from down the road. Her feet allowed for her to move as she picked herself up with her semblance and made her way to the rooftop… only to see smoke where the woman had been and a single glass chess piece. 

Prev

[howlingday]

April fools: Jaune continuously gets prank by everyone in his team and Team RWBY. Even Pyrrha of all people joined the fun. It’s got to the point where Jaune called his Saphron and Terra to visit beacon to help prank them all in such an unexpected way. Terra would barge through Team JNPR’s dorm get the attention of Team RWBY in the process and demand Jaune pays for child support for his son Adrian.

How does everyone react to this?

FOOLISH ARC

Blake: Ruby, do you have any twos?

Ruby: Go fish.

Blake: ...Ruby, I've gone through the entire list of cards, and you've said, "Go fish" every time.

Ruby: I don't have any twos!

Weiss: Let me see your hand.

Ruby: No! That's cheating!

Weiss: It's not cheating if you're the one cheating!

Yang: Ruby, if you have a two, just hand it over. Don't be a-

FUCKING BASTARD!

Ruby: ...

Weiss: ...

Blake: ...

Yang: ...

JAUNE ARC, I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!

Yang: ...I'll get it. (Opens door) Uh, you good?

Terra: (Whirls around) No! I am not good! Not until I find Jaune Arc!

Yang: Uh, he's probably out with his team. I can call them if you want.

Terra: Are there any girls on his team?

Yang: Uh, yeah. Why?

Terra: (Kicks his door) KNOCKING UP MORE POOR GIRLS AND DITCHING THEM, JAUNE ARC?! I WILL FORCE-FEED YOUR COCK DOWN YOUR OWN FUCKING THROAT!

Yang: Graphic. Hey, uh, Weiss? Can you call... Ren and ask him where Jaune is?

Weiss: Uh, okay?

Terra: Is Ren another one of his girlfriends?

Yang: Uh, no, I don't think he is.

Weiss: I'm calling him now.

Yang: So, uh, how do you know Jaune?

Terra: He's the worst mistake of my life.

Yang: Uh... huh.

Terra: (Sighs) Sorry, I'm just really pissed off. (Extends hand) I'm Terra. I'm the mother of Jaune's baby.

Yang: ...I'm sorry, what?

Weiss: Yang, they're saying he disappeared into a hotel. There was a woman waiting for him at the door.

Yang: Uh-

Terra: Which hotel?!

Weiss: Uh, The Oracle?

Terra: (Runs off) I'M COMING FOR YOU, JAUNE ARC!

Weiss: Yang, what's going on?!

Yang: I'll explain it on the way there! Right now, we gotta go save Vomit Boy!

Ruby: What?! Why?!

Yang: No time, Ruby! We gotta go!

---------------------------------------------------

Terra: (At the front desk)

Yang: There she is!

Nora: Stop her!

Terra: STAY OUT OF MY WAY! (Sprints up the stairs)

Pyrrha: (Stops at the desk) I need you to call the police! That woman is going to assault my team leader!

Clerk: Um, okay?

Ruby: I got her! (Petal bursts up) Ma'am, please! Take a deep breath and- WHOA!

Terra: (Shoulder checks Ruby into a wall)

Ruby: Oogh...

Terra: (Stops at the door, Opens and enters)

Yang: CRAPCRAPCRAP! (Bangs on the door) MA'AM, OPEN UP!

Nora: Are we too late?!

Jaune: (Muffled) TERRA?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

Terra: (Muffled) I'M GONNA MAKE YOU PAY, YOU BASTARD! YOU AND YOUR WHORE!

Saphron: (Screams)

Jaune: TERRA, PUT THE KNIFE DOWN!

Yang: (Nods to Nora)

Nora: (Readies shoulder)

Jaune: AAAAAAAAUGH!

Weiss: (Watches as the two knock it down, Steps inside) MA'AM, PUT THE KNIFE-! Huh?

Adrian: Pew! Pew! (Giggles)

Jaune: (Holding Adrian) Gotcha! (Chuckles)

Yang: Wh... What the hell?

Jaune: We got you guys good! Ha!

Blake: Wait, what's going on?

Jaune: You guys just got pranked.

Nora: WHAT?!

Yang: Dude, what the hell?!

Jaune: This is payback for pranking me these past few months.

Jaune: (Points to Ruby) The sugar shaker!

Ruby: What?!

Jaune: (Points to Weiss) The ice bucket!

Weiss: You spiteful-!

Jaune: (Points to Blake) The snare trap!

Blake: You were fine. Just hung upside down for a while.

Jaune: (Points to Nora) The depantsing!

Nora: Oh, come on! People call you Long Jaune now! I would kill for a nickname after my undies!

Jaune: (Points to Pyrrha) The tinfoil potato!

Pyrrha: Um, I'm sorry? I should have known tinfoil doesn't microwave well... or at all.

Jaune: (Points to Ren) The pond scum!

Ren: That was a protein shake. I didn't prank you.

Jaune: Oh... W-Well, there's still Yang, who pranked me harder than anyone else! (Lists off on his fingers) The Beowolf cake, the Cake Beowolf, the whoopie cushions, the warm water, the weighted bottle!

Yang: Yeah, but faking a homicidal baby momma?! Don't you think that's a bit extreme?!

Jaune: You made me eat bathroom grout, Yang! (Sniffs) Disguised as dinosaur chicken nuggets, too...

Adrian: (Pats Jaune's head)

Saphron: Jaune called me and told me everything, so my wife, Terra, and I came as soon as we could to help him prank back at the people who were tormenting my baby brother.

Jaune: I'm not a baby.

Yang: So this was all a big prank to get back at us?

Terra: Correct.

Nora: Ooooooh! Okay! That was pretty good!

Yang: Yeah, I'm kinda embarrassed I didn't see it sooner. I mean, there's no way Jaune has a baby with you.

Terra: ...

Saphron: ...

Jaune: ...

Adrian: ...

Yang: ...

Yang: ...HUH?!

[knightofgalatea]

There was no question that Ingrid was going to agree to lend her aid.

She’d already been receiving letters from her family, telling her about the scoundrels and ruffians running amok in her beloved home, terrorizing the people of Faerghus. Terrorizing her people.

There were many in the Kingdom that could hold their own, most children taught how to wield a sword, how to hold their own in battle, once they could walk. But the poorer villages couldn’t afford to keep up with regular training, nor could they afford to pay for new weapons even as their older ones decayed and crumbled to nothing.

She felt like she had been shattering for weeks now, fractures spreading from a stone lodged in the stained glass of her heart. So when the Church had asked that she help with repairs, she hadn’t hesitated before she had agreed.

Anxiety tightened like ivy snaking around her ribs, knotting in the spaces between her joints, threading between her muscles. Only once she and some of the other people the Church had sent had crossed the border into Faerghus did it begin to ease, and even then only barely.

Oh how her hands itched to take up her lance, to fit the familiar weapon over the calluses of her palms, to feel it weigh on her arms. She would have pushed back the thieves and outlaws alone, would have ripped them from the Kingdom with her bare hands.

But the Church hadn’t tasked her with fighting them off; they’d tasked her with helping to rebuild. To fix what was broken, to offer aid to the villagers that had been terrorized by these villains.

So repairing is what she would do, even if she was imagining herself chasing off the brigands with nothing but her lance, riding atop her pegasus.

When finally she set foot on Faerghan soil, some of the tension in her body began to loosen, unknot just enough for her to breathe. She had been told by one of the professors that there was a local knight who would be able to teach them some basic carpentry to aid in the rebuilding efforts, and she wanted to find this knight immediately.

Although, she surmised, it would likely be best if she went with someone else, so she did not get lost and so a few of them could learn the necessary skills and maybe pass them along.

She scanned the narrow street, eyes falling on a face she recognized, if only vaguely. Beowolf, a mercenary she was certain, who worked for the monastery.

“Hey!” She called, jogging to catch up to him. He was the first person she had recognized, and so he would be her companion as she searched for the knight who could teach them the skills they needed to help the village. “Come with me, we need to find a knight who can teach us carpentry!”

@sayhwaet

Restorations

[sweethoneyrose83]

Smiling Critters AU: RWBY

CatNap walks through the Forever Fall Forest with DogDay, Bobby Bearhug, and Craftycorn. As he walks through the forest, CatNap hears birds chirping and the leaves crunching beneath his feet. The sun shines through the trees, causing the world to appear golden. DogDay is walking ahead of him, with Craftycorn and Bobby Bearhug bringing up the rear. CatNap's ears perk up as he hears a strange growling sound coming from the trees to the left. He stops walking to get a better look at the source of the noise.

Suddenly, a beowolf leaps out of the bushes, claws bared and teeth gnashing. CatNap quickly summons a shadow clone to help him avoid the beowolf's attack. The beowolf crashes to the ground, snarling and snapping at the clone. DogDay, Craftycorn, and Bobby Bearhug all take a step back in surprise.

“That was an unexpected encounter! Are you alright, CatNap?” DogDay asks. CatNap used sign language to tell DogDay that he was alright, then looked at the beowolf. DogDay nods in understanding, translating the sign language for Craftycorn and Bobby Bearhug. The beowolf growls menacingly, circling the group and looking for an opening.

“This beowolf isn't going to wait around for us to attack,” Craftycorn remarks. “We should strike first!”

Bobby Bearhug lets out a low growl in agreement, ready to charge forward. DogDay readies his spear, signaling for the team to prepare themselves for battle. “Alright, team,” he says firmly. “Let’s take down this beowolf together!”

The beowulf prowls through the foliage, its red eyes glowing with malicious intent. As it lunges towards DogDay, Craftycorn readies her bow and arrow, aiming to strike from a distance. CatNap swiftly puts on his gas mask, ready for battle. Meanwhile, Bobby Bearhug grins, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Let’s give this Beowolf a taste of our teamwork, shall we?” DogDay declares.

Together, the team strikes. Craftycorn fires her bow, the arrow whistling through the air towards the beowolf. DogDay thrusts his spear forward, hoping to skewer the beast. With precision and timing, Catnap throws the red smoke capsule towards the Beowulf, just as DogDay prepares to strike. As the capsule shatters, it releases a cloud of bright red smoke, enveloping the Beowulf in its mist.

The team waits with bated breath, preparing for the beowulf to charge through the smoke. However, the beast seems to be disoriented by the smoke, stumbling around and flailing its claws without purpose. Catnap watches the disoriented Beowulf with a sharp gaze, observing its movements and its difficulty in navigating through the red smoke that surrounds it. Meanwhile, DogDay looks over at CatNap and gives a nod in approval.

“Nice thinking, CatNap!” DogDay compliments. “That smoke is keeping the Beowulf distracted and disoriented. Now we have the upper hand." Catnap smirks through his gas mask, signing to DogDay to use his semblance. DogDay nods in understanding, acknowledging CatNap's suggestion. He takes a deep breath and activates his semblance, which allows him to summon a burst of energy to temporarily increase his speed and strength.

As the red smoke begins to dissipate, DogDay charges forward, his spear in hand. With a fierce battle cry, he leaps towards the disoriented Beowulf, aiming to strike with all his newfound power. Craftycorn holds her reading bow as she keeps a watchful eye on the disoriented Beowulf, searching for any signs of weakness. Meanwhile, Bobby Bearhug stands behind DogDay, holding her large hammer and ready to support her teammates.

The team looks at each other, silently signaling their next move. The red smoke is fully gone now, and the Beowulf is regaining its bearings. This is their moment to attack. 

As the team looks at each other, a silent understanding passes between them. They now have the advantage over the disoriented Beowulf, thanks to CatNap's strategic use of the red smoke. With a nod of agreement, the team springs into action.

DogDay rushes forward, using his increased speed from his semblance to charge at the Beowulf, his spear ready to strike. Craftycorn takes aim, firing her crossbow to provide ranged support. Meanwhile, Bobby Bearhug rushes next to DogDay, her large hammer ready to deliver a powerful blow. Catnap focuses his energy, summoning shadows to aid his team. Dark, ethereal figures emerge from his own shadow, forming a small army of shadowy warriors. With a firm wave of his hand, Catnap sends these shadows towards the Beowulf to assist in the attack.

The shadows dart out of the grass, leaping into the fray with their twisted limbs and glowing eyes. They attempt to grab onto the beowulf, holding it in place to help the team strike. The combined attacks of the team, supplemented by CatNap's shadows, ultimately lead to the downfall of the Beowulf. The beast collapses to the ground, its body dissipating into dust.

DogDay and Crafty stand victorious, high-fiving each other, while Bobby Bearhug lets out a victorious roar, her hammer held triumphantly in her hand. CatNap walks over to his team with a smile on his face. DogDay pats him on the back, proud of their teamwork and victory.

“Great work, team!” DogDay exclaims. “We fought together and took down that Beowulf like a well-oiled machine!”

Craftycorn nods in agreement, her crossbow hanging at her side. “That was a tough fight, but we did it! And thanks to CatNap’s shadows, we had some extra help.” Catnap signs "Nothing I can't handle," DogDay chuckles, translating the sign language for his teammates.

“That's the spirit, CatNap!” he says, smiling. “You always have our backs, and we're grateful for it. Together, we're unbeatable.” Craftycorn and Bobby Bearhug cheer "I even think we are ready for the Vytal Festival Tournament," Bobby Bearhug says, still bound by adrenaline. DogDay laughs heartily at Bobby Bearhug's enthusiasm.

"The Vytal Festival Tournament?" he grins. "You know, I think you might be right. We make one heck of a team! If we keep working like this, there's no telling how far we can go." CatNap watches and nods in agreement. DogDay looks at CatNap's nod of agreement and grins approvingly.

"It's settled then," he declares. "We're going to kick butt in the Vytal Festival Tournament and show everyone what we're made of. We're going to be unstoppable!" 

The team makes their way back to Beacon Academy, chatting excitedly about the upcoming Vytal Festival Tournament. As they approach the school grounds, they reflect on their recent victory and the bonds they've forged as a team. DogDay leads the way, the gold spear on his back gleaming in the sunlight, with Craftycorn, Bobby Bearhug, and CatNap following closely behind.

[rwby-sk]

I'd love to see a fight scene of Jaune if he gets his younger body back but retains all his combat experience as the rusted knight. Basically going from the straggler of the group to being one of their top fighters with skill and ingenuity. Especially if he starts going against Tyrian and dominating over him and Tyrian is all concerned like "I fought you before. How are you this strong!?"

Honestly?

I kind of don't

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Jaune has been training with the Ace Ops and the other teams of Atlas. He took on Ironwood and Cinder

Jaune is exactly as strong as he needs to be. For someone his age? He's probably one of the strongest regular huntsmen out there. Certainly the most tank-y

Team JNR, to use a darksouls term, GOT GOOD

The issue is they are constantly compared to RWBY (who have crazy strong semblances) and older characters like Winter and Qrow and Cinder (who are older and more experienced)

But compared to FNKI? A team their same age? They won easily

Jaune is more than strong as he is. We don't need him to solo a goliath or Tyrian or anyone else

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Jaune isnt meant to be a good fighter

He's meant to be a good leader. A good healer. Good support

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Also?

Old man Jaune has been fighting 1 beowolf sized creature of and on for years. That's it

I don't think he's an incredible swordsman by now

The jabberwalker doesn't seem all that strong when its normal sized and alone. Yang was fighting it fine..... with one arm......

Nothing else in the Ever After seems to be all that dangerous. Just frustrating

I don't think old man Jaune is the fighter the FNDM seem to think he could be

[bestworstcase]

I don't quite agree with some of the things you have said. But I won't debate most of the specifics, and just say that Ozma and Salem are not equal to eachother in any way.

Salem's plan in the old days was to kill off humanity. She wanted to 'replace them with what they could never be'. And that is what turned away Ozma. That he was not willing to do this or let their children be a part of it.

And yes I do think we are supposed to take her goal as apocalyptic. The writers have said that Tyrian knowing her true goal was a result of him being perceptive, so we are supposed to take his view as the truth.

as i have said REPEATEDLY, i read the “them” in that statement as “the gods” and the proposition itself as a reiteration of salem’s Two Hundred Million Year Long ambition for humanity to overthrow and replace the gods, with the corollary that If she really meant “humans” ozma had a moral obligation to like, At Least go “salem what the hell” about it because if your wife who has hitherto been cynically pragmatic but keen to support your stated ambitions of uniting people is Suddenly talking about genocide that merits some clarifying questions and a harsh conversation maybe. “Salem Can’t Be Reasoned With” Literally Has Anyone Ever Tried

idk how to tell you that things the writers say in the DVD commentaries are not going to contain major spoilers and “tyrian knows The Truth because he’s insightful” has to be taken in context with the fact that this man burst into tears and started worshipping salem On Sight Literally Before She Spoke which is to say that yeah he’s probably grasped that she wants to destroy the world (in the sense that she despises the world ozma has created because It Sucks and she wants to put a final end to the world ruled by the gods) and is merrily reading into this his own nihilistic desire to End Everything because salem is a mirror onto which her followers cast reflections of their own motivations, something the narrative is Very Clear About.

and like it bears repeating that salem and tyrian are not at all in sync emotionally or on the same page of what is and isn’t acceptable with her: she disdains his groveling, doesn’t care that he killed qrow (and in V5 seems to take considerable pleasure in the prospect of telling him that qrow is Still Alive), easily tolerates the casual way watts talks to her vs tyrian flying off the handle, all but snarls at him when he tries to soothe her distress over ozma returning so fast, listens to ruby’s broadcast with obvious approval while tyrian is furious about it and so forth. when hazel lies to her she yells at him and picks on emerald to punish him and then just moves on; when cinder disobeys her salem does this whole song-and-dance of an apology; when tyrian crawls home with the consolation prize of a dead spy she’s flatly like idc and throws a beowolf at him. she doesn’t treat any of her followers particularly well but her dislike of Tyrian Specifically is tangible and his certainty that he’s her most loyal and most favored acolyte is equally tangible. what i’m getting at here is, They Are Not Living In The Same Reality.

[aglaean]

It was the burden of great people to be eternally subject to the hungry gaze of the public. This exchange: notoriety for nigh constant observation was the closest L’Arachel would ever come to any sort of infernal bargaining, and she endured the trade with her usual poise. After all, it was imperative that her name resound from all four corners of the land! 

As such, when her admirers first began to encroach upon her precious time, she had thought little of it. This was evidently the natural progression, the inevitable conclusion of prolongued exposure to her splendid visage. Frankly, she had almost been offended that swathes of the enamoured masses hadn’t began to emerge sooner! She supposed that her arrival’s inopportune coincidance with some of the worst weather she’d ever had the displeasure of experiencing was more of a distraction than she’d anticipated. Now, it seemed finally, the students of Garreg Mach had come to their senses. 

For a time, she had basked in the rays of their adoration; revelled, with perhaps a bit too much gratification in the flushed cheeks and shy, tremulous fascination. But, the moment she realised this adoration was one that would almost always be done from a remove; hunched over opportune corners - pedestal-esque yearning, that could only love from afar - the whole affair lost any enticement. She had no time for bated breath and surpressed ardour. These hands that reached for her, but never touched, that shyed away from her like her skin was corrosive… it was a feverish reverance even the most devout of Rausten’s church couldn’t produce. And, to her increasing frustration, any attempts at assurances of her mortality (hard, she knew, as it was to believe) were met with blank nods, glazed eyes that somehow held their focus onto, and looked through her at the exact same time. 

Eyes, that were a bit too dialated for her liking, now that she was dwelling on the topic.

Whilst admiration, love, respect, and all the many accolades she was worthy of were not abnormal, she was certain that there was something malicious behind this blind esteem. The time had arisen: she must put her almighty intellect to task and find the root of the issue! 

Whilst not qualified in any way, shape, or form - denied a chance of taking on what this land called Reason magic, under Uncle’s care because of apparent concerns of “irreperable damages” - to formulate any sort of experiments, the idea tickled L’Arachel.

It did not please her following, who were currently trailing after her, and doing their level best to prevent any affordance of isolation. In her efforts to be rid of the mob, she found herself outside, near the stables.

‘Ah, what do you know, this looks like my next class! Farewell!’ She yelps, sprinting for her way out. Slamming shut the door to the stables, there is an immediate richochet of knocks, voices crying out for their darling Princess.

Were she not horrified, she might have been flattered.

Okay, a small part of her simpered ever so slightly under the attention. She could only linger on this for so long though. There was no denying she was a mighty personage, but her arms were straining to hold them off. Plus, she needed time to do all the stuff she saw mages in Magvel do. Make (what had Lute called them?) hindpotmesses? That didn’t sound right, but she would work on it with fervour.

Glancing frantically around for something to hold the door shut, her eyes land on a man tending to one of the horses. ‘Aid me! I have experiments to perform!’ She declares, her eyes gleaming at the prospects such experimentation entailed. 

[@sayhwaet]

love is in the air? WRONG. gas leak

A troublemaker has emerged amidst Garreg Mach, declaring themselves the Angel of Love! They are the master of the hit and run, shooting comically cutesy arrows at unsuspecting people, trying to orchestrate budding romances with their masterful aim! Some say their love shots are the real deal, while others complain that they’re a menace to public safety. Whatever your opinion, their infamy grows evermore now that they’ve opened up requests! Write in the person you want shot and the person you want them to fall in love with, and if you get a calling card from Angel, then your request is accepted. Just how long will this go on? [Grants Bow +1]

[peerlessscowl]

TOA Anniversary; Mun Day!

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

tagging: you! come closer

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Name: tches

Pronouns: she/they

Birthday (no year): Dec 22

Where are you from? What is your time zone? I'm currently in Colorado, but I'm not American djfkld and I live in Mountain timezone (MST/MDT)

Roleplay experience: About five or six years? All LJ.

Got any pets? My beloved one-eared baby Coriander, whom you have all seen me posting. I also live with two GSDs, Ursa and Solo.

Favorite time of year: Winter!

Some interests and things you like: I have so many interests, so many hobbies. I like languages and history and writing most. Cooking also. I hope sometime in the next year to write my first novel finally. I try to be active and used to really enjoy it before The Bad Period - I used to rock climb and hike every day, and during the pandemic I was buff. Nowadays I'm a lot more sedate.

Some funfacts & trivia about you: Here's two truths and a lie: my spine is made of titanium, I'm directly related to Erik the Red, and I'm a licensed yoga instructor. Have fun!

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, Octopath, Triangle Strategy, Pokemon. Some indie games.

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Fire, Gyarados (close tie with Delibird)

How did you get into Fire Emblem? :thinking: I was looking through the GBA games in the video game aisle of the PX, and saw Blazing was on sale. That was it. Not much fanfare.

What Fire Emblem games have you played? All except Archanea, Thracia, and Tellius.

First Fire Emblem game: Blazing Blade

Favorite Fire Emblem game: Blazing Blade

Any Fire Emblem crushes? Listen Jeralt can get it.

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? - Awakening: Lon'Qu - Fates: Kaze - Three Houses: Claude (but I like Hubert best) - Engage: Pandreo

Favorite Fire Emblem class: Mercenary-Hero

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? :thinking: Not to be biased, but probably Mercenary-Hero

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? Blue Lions

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? Probably Sigurd. Dat Momentum.

How did you find TOA? I knew of it in the periphery because I thought I'd check the Raven tag to see who else creates Raven content on Tumblr. I saw the post where mirae dropped him. Then in February, Elf popped into a mutual server and posted, I checked the Wanted List and saw my boy. And here we are.

Current TOA muses: Raven, Igrene and Beowolf

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? Raven. My son with every disease, always and forever.

Have you had any other TOA muses? I've also written Sigurd and Saber. Fly high kings, legends in my heart always.

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards? Sad Family TM. Joking aside, I like to think I have a pretty good range, and I still have more musetypes, simply waiting to be released from their enclosures.

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? I love writing rage, and horror. On the flip side, I also genuinely love writing cheesy, healthy romantic fluff. Duality of man. And of course I froth at the mouth for Family. Reaches -

Favorite TOA-related memory: When I flipped from writing Sigurd re-proposing to Deirdre immediately to responding to a Hector interaction with Raven. Also, when Sigurd got accepted - my heart rate skyrocketed, I was so excited.

Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day in TOA that you’d like to share? We'll see what the future (Halloween) holds.

How do you pronounce TOA? The acronym! T-O-A, but blended together. Teaoea

[strqyr]

the abandoned house had beowolves in it so since tai gets to have an emotional support dog then i think raven should have an emotional support beowolf.

it's only fair.

[livestosave]

James backstory plz.

Y'know what, ask and ye shall receive. And this ask is as good a place as any to put it! So here is a rough overview of James Ironwood's history (with links to his written-out major events on this blog)!

Please note: Much of the blog canon for this whole blog is interwoven with @brokenclockwork/@couplct, but many of those bits can be changed for the muses that are relevant.

So, let's get into it!

Early Life

James' bio parents were a traveling dust trader (mother) and a longshoreman from Argus. When they got married, his father moved to Mantle with his mother, and after failing to find work as a longshoreman, began working in the mines.

His mother traveled frequently for work, leaving James with his father.

His father was a wonderful husband, but a terrible father. Short-tempered and often frustrated from work, when his wife was not at home he was an abusive parent, emotionally and physically.

His mother died when James was about 3, and his life got much worse.

At about age 6-7, James ran away while his father was at work, living on the streets of Mantle until he was about 10.

By age 10, James was an accomplished pickpocket and small-time thief, never stealing more than he needed. He distrusted adults - especially men - intensely, and had developed the beginnings of his lifelong paranoia.

It was about then that he picked the pocket of Alfred Goodkind. Goodkind caught him, and made him a deal: go to pre-combat school at Atlas, and try to make something of himself, and he'd always have a safe place to stay.

Many shenanigans ensued.

Young Adulthood

James was admitted to Atlas' primary combat school portion two years early, at age 16.

His team was TANI (Tawny), and was made up of Teak Kirsche, Ash Amaranth, Mari Nuttall, and James. Teak was the team leader.

Near the end of second year, one of their final assignments was to track some strange beowolfs who had attacked some small outposts. The mission went horribly wrong, and James was the sole survivor. James crawled for just over a day with horrible injuries.

This event caused James to have his right arm and leg replaced with prostheses, as well as his spine, right lung, liver, and one kidney.

James continued to train as a huntsman, but he was not put on a team again. Instead, once he turned 18, he began training for the military as well.

His position as Goodkind's son certainly got him favors that he did not strictly earn himself, but his genuine prowess as a huntsman and eventually as a specialist got him very far very quickly.

Adulthood

By the time Goodkind retired (when James was in his early 30s), James was the well-accepted successor to the General's position, and enough of a well-accomplished huntsman to have earned the headmaster role on his own merits.

Made it a point to continue Goodkind's work on the treatment of faunus and the miners in Mantle. This earned him many enemies.

Due to these policies, there were several attempted assassinations on him. One of these was nearly successful, and caused him to get his heart replaced with a mechanical prosthetic.

He and Ozpin raise Atlas into the sky somewhere in his mid-30s. It was Ozpin's idea, but James was in full support.