#love this show sooo much im so glad i live alone so i can bounce around my house ab it. I LOVE U DUNGEON MESHI!!!!

[nyanryan]

combo of made myself a fancy dinner + watched the new ep of dungeon meshi has me bouncing off the walls w zest for life. levels of joy that would be incomprehensible to the guy who had to live the first 23 years of my life

[larksinging]

alright it’s @rumtumtuggers birthday today!!! happy birthday hunter, now you can finally leave middle school,

but no really im so glad we’ve started talking more?? honestly being able to bounce ideas off of you and hearing all the great and creative ideas you come up with has made me feel so much more creative and i cant possibly thank you enough for that. thanks for joining rwby hell with me! im so happy we started talking more and really became friends. anyway! i hope you have a good year coming up....

in honor of rwby hell, here is some actual rwbies from “hell”, aka some random white rose scene from demon au 

“Do you dream?”

“What?” Ruby rolls over to face Weiss, who just glances at her demon and then back up at the canopy.

“The way you were talking before. It sounded like you didn’t know. Do you actually dream?”

“No,” Ruby admits. That’s not entirely true. She thinks she used to, once. But it was so long ago that she’s forgotten. “What’s it like?”

No matter how many contracts Ruby takes with mortals, she’ll never get used to the mind numbing boredom of waiting for them to finish sleeping. And they get so fussy if she tries to wake them, too! It’s sooo annoying. And sure, she could sleep too, but that’s boring and unnecessary and she has much better things to do during her limited time in the mortal world. 

Sometimes Ruby just wakes up her contracted human and bothers them until they entertain her, but she won’t for Weiss. She actually likes Weiss. So instead she’s lounging on the luxurious couch on the other side of the room (Weiss got all huffy the first time Ruby tried to lay on the bed, so exiled to the couch it is). 

The tip of her cape lays on the floor while she sprawls on the fancy pillows and holds the “tablet” above her to play the silly fruit game Weiss showed her. The screen and the moonlight filtering in through the windows lights the room up silver and blue. 

She just beats level 945 with a soft “Oooh yes!” when Weiss makes a choked gasp and sits upright in bed. 

Ruby glances up lazily to make sure that Weiss isn’t actually dying, but she’d be able to sense that. Contract stuff -- it’s no good to contract to a human who ends up dying. It kinda stings. But no, she can tell Weiss isn’t dying. Cool. It’d be inconvenient if Weiss died, and also a little sad. 

“Good morning,” Ruby drawls. 

At her voice, Weiss nearly jumps out of her skin. “Wh...?” She blinks at Ruby, and then the clock on her bedside table. “It’s... it’s not morning,” She stammers. “It’s two am.” 

“You’re awake, aren’t you?” Ruby swipes another combo on the screen. “Then it’s morning. Let’s go!” 

“I didn’t wake up for you,” Weiss hisses. “I just... woke up.” 

“Noooot seeing a difference.” 

“I had a nightmare, okay?” Weiss’ voice pitches up in a strange way. It’s enough to get Ruby to put the tablet down and look over. “It’s not important. I’ll go back to sleep in a minute.” 

“Oh. That’s rough. I think.” Ruby offers helplessly. “I know some demons who eat nightmares. Nightmares are the bad ones, right? Or maybe they cause them, and it was that one angel who eats them. Or...” 

“You-- Never mind. I’ll pass.” 

“Suit yourself.” Ruby fumbles around the couch to find where she threw the Scroll, until she hears a low whining noise. She looks up, but Weiss is looking at her hands clenching the blankets. 

For all her impatience, this time Ruby knows to simply wait and watch. And just as she expected, Weiss eventually unfurls. 

“I don’t want to be alone,” Weiss says, her voice soft and almost wavering. 

“I’m right over here,” Ruby replies with a shrug. 

“That’s not--” Weiss frowns. “Just... come over here. Please.” 

Even if Ruby doesn’t totally get it, she obeys and wordlessly crawls onto the bed. There’s plenty of room for both of them, but Weiss still scoots over to make space for her. Taking the cue, she lays back against the pillows, even if she’s still on top of the blankets. Weiss doesn’t say anything and Ruby just stares up at the canopy. 

“...Am I supposed to be doing something?” 

“Just be quiet for one second, you dolt.” 

“Oooookay. One--”

Weiss smacks her shoulder and Ruby just grins, but she’s quiet after that. 

“Do you dream?” 

“What?” Ruby rolls over to face Weiss, who just glances at her demon and then back up at the canopy. 

“The way you were talking before. It sounded like you didn’t know. Do you actually dream?” 

“No,” Ruby admits. That’s not entirely true. She thinks she used to, once. But it was so long ago that she’s forgotten. “What’s it like?” 

Instead of answering her immediately, Weiss stares up at the ceiling. “It’s like…. Watching a movie. No. It’s like someone telling you a story, but you’re living it, except everything’s kind of hazy. Like... a cloud?” 

“Hmmm.” That sounds strange and alarming, the way lesser demons describe being bound by their true names, but Ruby can’t quite imagine it. “I love stories. Yang used to read them to me.” 

“Very old stories, I imagine,” Weiss adds. “Like ‘The Death and the Farmer’?” 

Ruby laughs loudly. Weiss frowns at her. “What’s so funny?! That’s one of my favorites!”

She has to wipe the tears from her eyes, but eventually Ruby manages to settle down. “Yeah, Yang told me that one, sorta. A veeerrry different version than the one you know, I bet.” 

“The version I know is probably better,” Weiss rolls her eyes. “But... maybe sometime we can compare notes.” 

“Mmm, alright. If you’d like that.” 

Weiss wraps her arms around one of Ruby’s arms and rests her head against Ruby’s shoulder. Ruby blinks up at the mild darkness, but allows it. 

They fall into silence again. She hears Weiss’ breathing start to slow, so she must’ve fallen back asleep. 

With Weiss so close, Ruby’s reminded of just how warm humans are. They’re a good few degrees cooler than Ruby herself -- though even Ruby doesn’t run as warm as Yang -- but there’s something charming about human’s more gentle warmth. It’s soft and radiating, like an old memory. 

“Goodnight, Weiss,” She murmurs gently, and closes her own eyes. 

Ruby doesn’t dream, of course. That much wasn’t a lie. She’s not in the business of lying. 

When she does fall asleep, it’s usually either empty blackness or a swift drop into a different plane of existence. Mortals might call it a ‘dream realm’, which is nice if she and Yang want to meet up from halfway across the world (if they can sync up right). 

But sometimes, if she lingers just on the edge of the darkness and the drop, she remembers things. Faded bits and pieces.

Even though she hasn’t said anything, she can tell that Dad knows what her decision is going to be. The way his smile doesn’t reach all the way to his eyes, the sad glint in his gaze when he thinks she isn’t looking. Ruby wishes she could tell him that he’s wrong. He’s not. 

Technically she’s not supposed to tell anyone yet. Ancient rules and all. On sundown of her ...th birthday, she must choose. She can’t live with one foot in two worlds at once. Mortal or demon. Such is fate for halflings like her. 

Dad’s been sad ever since Yang left .... years ago. And Ruby loves her dad, but she loves and misses Yang too, and she wants to see her and Mom more than once a year. 

At least she’ll get to see them today before she decides! That’s the benefit of her birthday falling on ... (In the future they will call it All Hallow’s Eve, and then Halloween, and many other lost names). It’s the one time Mom and now Yang can visit. 

Dad kisses her forehead when they leave the house. It’s a small farm house in the middle of the ... forest, on the island of ...., but Ruby loves it. She’ll miss it. Zwei barks and circles her legs as she picks up basket of food. The most morbid picnic ever. 

They trek through the forest turning red all the way up to the cliffside meeting place. The meeting place is beside a marker stone, older than the town, which reads: 

............... .................... Death knows this place .............

 When they arrive, it’s close enough to dusk that Mom and Yang are already waiting for them there. 

There’s something different about Yang now. Even if it’s been ... (Two, yes, two years), Ruby’s still not used to it. It’s a sharpness in her eyes or the way her hair almost glows. Her laugh seems to echo. It’s that unreal quality that Mom’s always had, she just never thought about it before because it was Mom. 

Yang immediately runs to hug her. Ruby nearly suffocates in her grip, but wraps her arms around her sister anyway. Summer doesn’t, of course, because there’s only one time she can touch Ruby or Dad. Still, she laughs and smiles and tells Ruby how much she loves her. 

They all sit down to watch the setting sun and have their own feast. Dad and Ruby eat the pastries they made this morning. Summer takes an apple and watches it disintegrate in her grasp, which is like eating for her. Yang eats some of the dried meat they brought in a single bite, and Ruby thinks she sees sharp teeth. She shivers, and only most of it is excitement. 

Then the sun finally sets and everyone looks at her. She smiles sadly and says, “Sorry, Dad.” Because, to be honest, it was never a question which she would choose. 

He hugs her tight and says goodbye, and then he and Zwei alone go back to the forest and towards home. She’s left on the cliff with Mom and Yang. Mom smiles, but Yang looks apologetic. 

“I should warn you,” She says, “This is gonna hurt.” 

“I… okay,” Ruby says, lightheaded from the realization of what she’s done. “Why?” 

“The human part of you has to die,” Mom answers, with the infinite gentleness she’s always possessed. “I’m sorry. But we’ll be here for you.” 

They’re not lying. About any of it. 

“I thought you didn’t need to sleep.” 

Ruby blinks away to white hair tickling her nose. She sneezes and Weiss reels back with a yelp of disgust. Eventually Ruby sits up and rubs her eyes. 

“I don’t need too,” She yawns, “I just choose to sometimes.” 

“Well, choose to be awake right now.” Weiss puts her hands on her hips. Ruby deliberately moves slowly just to annoy her. “We need to be at a dress fitting in an hour.” 

“Uuuugh, why? I’m pretty sure I’m older than, like, the concept of dresses. Why do I have to do this?” 

“I highly doubt that.” For all her huffing, Weiss does offer Ruby a pastry she must’ve stolen from the kitchen. How rebellious! “We have that ball to go to this weekend, and we need to get appropriate attire. Mostly for you.” 

Ruby devours the croissant in one bite. “Why do I have to go?” 

“Father insists on it. It’s customary in Atlas to show off a bound demon.” 

At first, Ruby rolls her eyes. She’s not really bound, even if she won’t tell Weiss that. It might spook her to know that Ruby’s not chained here by anything more than own amusement. The enjoyment she finds spending time with Weiss is a much stronger spell than anything else mortals try to use on her. 

What she does do is narrow her eyes at Weiss and then grin wolfishly. “Aaaaand you want me to keep you company around all those stuff Atlas folks.” 

Weiss frowns and looks away briefly. “...Perhaps.” 

“Awww, Weiss, it’s okay, you can admit that you like m--” 

Luckily for Weiss, her Scroll beeps. She promptly ignores Ruby, who flops back onto the bed. She waits until Weiss finishes typing out a message and come back over to the bed to glare at Ruby before pestering Weiss. “Who was that?” 

“My fr-- that pen pal of mine. You remember.” 

“The one with the blue hair?” “No! Not him. The one with your sister.” 

“Oh.” Ruby sits up. “Oh! Did she mention Yang? How is she?” 

Now it’s Weiss’ turn to roll her eyes. “She sounds fine. We’re just commiserating. She’s got a stupid event for work the same day as the ball.” 

“Misery loves company!” 

“Just get moving. Please. I am begging you.” 

Pouty Weiss isn’t as fun as Cheerful Weiss, so Ruby does eventually get up. She smooths out her cape and watches at Weiss moves around the room to get some appropriate clothes for going out. She side-eyes the jacket Weiss is approaching with. 

“If you don’t make me wear that, I’ll tell you demon secrets,” Ruby watches with a feral glint in her eye. 

Weiss hesitates and lowers the jacket. “You need to look presentable.” 

“No I don’t. I’m a demon. And most of the ones roaming around here look way worse than me.” 

Eventually, Weiss sets the jacket down. “Alright.” She turns to leave and Ruby, automatically now, falls in step beside her. 

“How about I tell you how wrong your version of ‘Death and the Farmer’ is?” 

“That’s not a very good secret.” 

“But it's fun.” Ruby folds her hands behind her head. “But first you’ve got to tell me the version you know.” 

There’s a moment of silence as Weiss frowns and struggles to remember. “Once upon a time there was a farmer who lived in the middle of a forest on a lonely island. He had two daughters--” 

“Nope.” Ruby pops her lips on the p sound. “Only one daughter.” 

“What? Every version I’ve heard, he has two.” 

“Oh, he does. Just not yet.” 

Weiss furrows her brow. “If he only has one daughter before Death comes, then who’s the other daughter’s mother?” 

“Did they seriously write that out?” Ruby laughs. “I guess they didn’t want to encourage people to date demons.” 

“Death is her mother?” 

Ruby just smiles.