#rt writes

[matt0044]

Frankly, RWBY is my go-to example of men who write female characters with little to none of the usual pitfalls. Even when they may, there's one element that keeps its head well over water:

The female cast being so extensive as it is.

DireGentleman put it well here but a too common element of certain stories has been that they'll have a few or one female character amongst their sausage fest of a cast. Few of these cases are active intent on the author's part but it does speak to a "male as default" pitfall that is very much rendered invisible by a sphere of normality.

As such, you'll get female commanders in armies where the troops are all shown as male (@swan2swan made a few posts on the "female Stormtrooper" problem) for one and, for a classic example, one female character amongst an ensemble of boys.

Sometimes she's one of them and other times she's an April O'Neil to their Ninja Turtles, a normie to their extraordinary lives. Either way, there won't be much in the way of gender diversity. Especially if it's based on a toy line that subscribes to the "boys or bust" mentality that would rather kill off a profit that pivot.

But that's been dissected better in other posts...

Thankfully, RWBY was created first and foremost as an animated story project before the thought of merchendising was considered since RT wasn't super-duper confident it'd stick. Now it has firmly supplanted Red Vs. Blue as Rooster Teeth's flagship animation (the latter gearing up for its final season even).

This frees it from the shackles of heavily corporatized media that would prefer a toyetic show have a male prescense in the story or one where the female prescense is... palatable.

No character has to be the token girl who's either super bubbly and awkward or super stand-offish before the right guy comes along or rather reserve until the right guy comes along or one of the boys until the right- okay, I've made my point.

And it goes beyond the main cast as there's a smattering of girls and boys among the ensemble so it never feels like they were tacked on when the writers realizes, "Oh sh*t, forgot the estrogen," by Season Four or something.

If anything, Jaune is the token girl but genderflipped. He has healing powers. He has an arc but it all ultimately comes back to the main girls for the bigger plotlines. He's often the normal one that balks at the eccentricities of the girls and their shenanegins.

I mean... HE GREW UP WITH MANY SISTERS AND NO BROTHERS. Does that cliche not ring a bell.

Basically... Jaune is what I feel is the Sakura Haruno of RWBY if I may be so bold.

[ariel-seagull-wings]

@themousefromfantasyland @princesssarisa @adarkrainbow

Promt 1: Hades and Persephone watching the Disney Silly Simphony The Goddess of Spring and Reacting to It.

i love this prompt so so much thank you!

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”I’m sorry why is this thing in my parlor, Hades?”

When Hades told her he had something to show her she wasn’t expecting it to be a fucking television set. They both despised them, yet here sat one in the middle of her parlor. This one looked different than the one Hermes had up top though.

”You said Hermes sent you a film and told us to watch it. That it was about us.” Hades answered calmly, curling his arms around her waist. “Yes, a roll of film. Last I checked ya can’t watch that on a television.” She pecked a kiss to her husband’s cheek. Her man confused her sometimes.

”This one does.” She raised a brow at him. You’d never think it but gods her man was an extremist when it came to his electricity and inventions. “You mean you had the shades build an entire new brand of set just for one night’s use?” She hated the idea of him putting even more work on his shades for something they wouldn’t even use.

”Ya could say it that way.” He than frowned, probably noticing her own. “Lover, I just wanted to do somethin’ nice for ya.” The way he spoke, his gentle kiss on her brow, gods how was she supposed to be mad at him.

”Fine. I’ll go get the film.” She left and waltzed into the kitchen where she’d left the film and than walked back. The sight of her husband fiddling with the television set made her smile almost as big as the grin he wore. She may hate them, but his deep love for his machines was enough to make her tolerate them. Anything to see that rare smile on his face. He didn’t smile much anymore. Neither did she really, but they had their good days. Their good winters.

”I have it.” Persephone said softly and he looked up at her. “I’ll take it.” She handed over the roll of film and briefly eyed the liquor cart in the corner of the room, but she didn’t want to take the chance of screwing up their night no matter how much she craved it.

Hades fiddled with set a bit longer but then the screen shot alive and the sofa dipped as he sat down with her. She pulled her robe closer, her sheer nightgown not much to cover her which she didn’t mind when her husband’s neons made the heat unbearable.

The movie came on and she watched intently as the strawberry blonde cartoon pranced around the screen. “Is that supposed to be me?” Hades snickered beside her and she elbowed him in the ribs. “You shut it.”

She stared at the screen as the girl danced, surrounded by birds and flowers- wait where the flowers fucking dancing? The flowers were fucking dancing.

Oh she needed wine for this.

Hades continued laughing as she stood and poured herself a generous amount of the deep red liquid. “Don’t member ya ever frolicking, lover.” Persephone shot her man a look as she sat back down.

The music changed and the ground on the screen tore up into flames. Persephone howled in laughter at the cartoon devil supposedly imitating her husband. “It’s not that funny, that is nothing like me.” He growled, only amusing her and her half drained wine more. “It’s fucking hilarious.” She cackled, patting her husband’s hand.

Then the singers began, and the air between them tensed. “I have chosen you to be my Queen,” That’s not how it happened. That was her mother’s stupid lie. The fucking story that turned her into a victim and Hades into a monster in the eyes of the mortals.

Hades didn’t steal her. It was her choice. She chose to love him. And no dumb film was going to torture them with this damn story.

Her hand was going numb with how tightly Hades was holding it. She didn’t blame him. Persephone swallowed back her wine. Winter fell on the cartoon world and then it descended into a fiery hellscape.

”Is that supposed to be the underworld?”

She snorted at her husband’s comment.The scene progressed to winter, and than back to hell. The cartoon devil gave the goddess a diamond, and she continued crying but the devil begged her to smile. A thick silence fell over them.

Why did this have to be the part that was accurate?

The rest of the film passed in silence between. The cartoon devil and goddess made the whole half half deal and she went above ground. Spring came and little cartoon birds chirped.

It wasn’t like that. She didn’t choose her shitty custody agreement. How could anyone think she’d choose to leave her husband half of the year? Unlike this cartoon neither of them had a choice in the matter.

They sat for a small while after it ended. She wanted to say something, but her throat was dry. Persephone instead moved into Hades’ arms and set her glass on the floor. She could feel Hades press a kiss to her curls.

”That movie don’t mean a damn thing lover.” Hades rumbled, just loud enough for her. “It ain’t important if that’s how the mortals who don’t know you think of us. What they think ain’t important. We know the truth that’s all that matters.”

It hurt him as much as it hurt her, she knew that. Why in hell did Hermes send them that film? Was it for a good laugh knowing it’d hurt? Or maybe it was his fucked up way of telling them to get their shit together. Whatever it was he better make it dam clear the next time she saw him

”I love you.”

”I love you too.”

[jomeimei421]

Felt a bit nostalgic watching RT shut down…Here are the og faves again for old times sake 💙

[lovegasmic]

Making satoru squirt and him making fem reader squirt. I'm dying for some switch content

⭒ mdni. mutual overstimulation, whiney Satoru my beloved. ( i had to pause writing at least 5 times to scream in my pillow ) please read the first two tags lmao

“b-baby, p-plea-se, I can’t, not anymore, a-ah!” Satoru sobs quite loudly to be honest, his eyes are glossy and filled with tears, the rim of them slightly reddened and matching the color of his bitten lips from endless hours of overstimulation. you’ve probably sucked the strength out of him through his dick, since his hands weakly push against your forehead in a failed attempt to keep you away from his throbbing length, “j-just pull it out, ah-a!”

“how many so far?” you giggle, pulling his cock out between your lips with a loud pop and getting in return a grateful sigh out of your boyfriend, one that doesn’t last long as your palm comes to rub circular motions on his tip, smearing the remaining cum all over the swollen flesh.

“d-dunno... ngh! haa, it’s too much!” he chokes on his own sobs, arching against the couch backrest so his heaving chest glistens with sweat under the living room lightbulb, his thighs squeeze your sides tightly, kicking and fighting the intense mixture of pain and pleasure running through his flustered pale body from the tip of his cock. you’ve never seen your boyfriend so worked up and overstimulated, all whiney —more than usual if you had to admit— but he looked absolutely cute begging for mercy.

“just one more, c’mon, and i’ll let you go” you smirk pressing your lips to the underside of his messy cock, feeling the veins throb under your tongue and palm warm up from where it continues to rub on his tip.

“n-no! stop please, feels weird!” Satoru begs, his body curving so he hovers over your body, so close to your face you’re able to watch his eyes open wide in shock, panting loudly and holding onto your hair for support barely seconds away from half screaming and shooting a translucent and diluted cum-like liquid in hard jets that landed on your face and the floor.

“wha—” you mutter back, staring in surprise at how your boyfriend’s body flops back against the couch, breathing heavily as if he just ran a marathon, “Satoru... did you just squirt? ” it comes out as a giggle, still dumbfounded from what just happened.

he doesn’t reply, and you’re a bit worried that he might have fainted, deciding to sit on his lap and observe his unfocused eyes staring up at the ceiling.

“Toru?” you softly slap his cheek, biting back a grin “are you dead?”

your boyfriend is a box of surprises, that’s for sure, but something that never failed to amaze you, even though you’re well aware of, is his incredible strength and stamina, yes, he might look all brain fried right now, but you should have expected for him to flip you over in the blink of an eye, pushing you underneath his body and spread on the couch with one leg over the backrest and the other bent so far it almost touched your ear.

“i told you to stop” Satoru growls, hands hooking under your thighs, positively bending you in half with his fattening cock dangerously close to your dripping cunt.

you laugh breathlessly, pushing the damp hair out of his eyes and slicking it back to watch how his bright blue eyes are now slightly darkened and almost disappearing around his blown out pupils, “please..., that was so fucking hot”

“we’ll see if you say the same after I make you squirt and beg” his voice is erratic, deeper and a bit dangerous, barely giving you time to process his words before he’s plunging deep into your pussy with a broken moan, he might act all dominant now, but the way his thighs shook and cock twitch told another story.

“don’t exaggerate! it wasn’t t-that ba-ah!” you get to mutter, cut by Satoru’s hard and precise thrusts inside your sopping wet cunt, moving in frenzy while choked out sobs came out of his mouth, drunk in the feeling of your tight hole squeezing him.

“so good, oh my fucking god!” your boyfriend moans, caging your body underneath his by pressing almost his whole weight on top of you, allowing only his hips to fuck into you with a loud wet sound from where his balls slam against your slick coated ass, barely rising before he’s back deep inside your walls, continuously slamming directly against your g-spot.

“S-satoru, i’m sorry alright, b-but please! slow down!” you cry out, begs falling on deaf ears as the man thrusts never falter, continuously driving you insane, and himself into the border of crying from fucking his overstimulated sensitive cock inside your pretty pussy.

“ah, ah! i’m gonna cum again” he sobs, ignoring your screams and nails digging on his back, and instead wrapping his arms around your thighs, bending you in half as he mounted you with whines and whimpers coming out of his lips, “uh, feels amazing, i’m going insane” is the last thing Satoru says before digging his teeth in your neck and cumming drily inside your pussy, the position causing his cock to bump and twitch directly against your g-spot and forcing your own orgasm out.

a loud beep rang in your ears at the same time your eyes clouded, unaware of the force of your own squirt gushing out and dropping from Satoru’s toned chest and flushed cock, you couldn’t hear a sound, but were certain you screamed quite loudly, only a couple of minutes after, once he knew you were a bit more lucid Satoru dared exhale a soft “payback” directly against your ear.

[maggotknight]

If any of you all have completed and/or enjoyed the new Lex DLC for Rogue Trader please give it a review on steam!

There have been some unfortunate negative reviews fueled by Solomorne being a romance available to all genders. So, I will be sending love the devs way once I'm done, and I hope y'all will too! (^з^)-☆

[redstairs]

I recently mentioned that I sometimes gave myself weekly challenges where I dive into a specific aspect of writing for little blurbs. Other people seemed interested, so here is me sharing one of my last weeks of writing prompts. I keep these really short so it doesn't become overwhelming.

Theme: Poetic Writing

Length: 150-300 words

Future themes might be Deep POV, dialogue, etc.

Day 1: Sound and Stillness. Your character is in a wide, silent space (whatever that might be, the void of space, a cathedral, the chapel on your voidship, relaxing in the bath). Try to convey the (lack of) sound in your writing.

Day 2: Routine. Describe your character of choice through part of their daily routine, focusing on the elements of familiarity, repetition, and sensory details. Heinrix having a shave, Pasqal going through a tech-rite, etc.

Day 3: Violence + Beauty. Describe combat, death, pain as something beautiful (this one for all my fellow Drukhari lovers - though doesn't need to be that).

Day 4: The sensation of feeling watched. By whom? You decide. Creatures from beyond the Veil? A certain Lord Inquisitor? Try to focus on building tension.

Day 5: Dreams/visions. Try to write a dream, vision, hallucination, Idira's whispers, Cassia's warpsight, or anything else beyond reality.

Day 6: Abandoned places. Channel your urbex or loot goblin RT and describe an exploration. Try to pick a mood (serene, dangerous, saddened) and convey it through descriptions.

Day 7: Farewell. Describe a goodbye. Show emotion through more than descriptions, and also through action, details, small dialogue.

How do I participate?

If you want, you can share your writing and tag "rt writing prompts". That's all. Maybe add the theme and prompt somewhere in your post because I intend to make more of these.

Remember, you don't even have to share, you can just write for yourself. I'll be really glad to read your blurbs but feel free to do with this whatever you like.

Criticism?

Use the tag "criticism welcome" if you'd like other writers to give you tips and pointers. Otherwise, no, err on the side of caution. I'm simply one lone person sharing this and hoping that we can all be respectful and supportive of people's writing journeys. PERSONALLY I intend to share and welcome feedback but please don't assume this is the case for everyone.

Many thanks to @halkuonn for all the templates and materials which I promptly butchered.

[yinyangle]

just a streamer and his clingy twitch chat who watches everything he does

been thinking abt rt a lot recently. and rttopia chat is my favourite little guy of all time. this felt natural.

[staranon95]

im struggling to put words to thought about the recent announcement of Rooster Teeth shutting down after 21 years. their wide variety of content was a constant companion to me throughout my time in university and was a great comfort at the beginning of the pandemic until October 2020 (iykyk)

Warner Brothers-Discovery is seriously being mismanaged as a company. with the shelving of the already made Batgirl movie, the recent shelving of Coyote v. Acme, and many other poorly made decisions content wise, im not surprised they're axing Rooster Teeth as another means of attempting to save money and earn a little more by offering up some of RT's properties

it just sucks that RWBY will likely never finish

it just sucks that so many talented, hardworking people will be losing their jobs

it just sucks that countless hours of content will likely be lost

it just sucks that this is how it ends.

[lordcaptains]

heinrix doesn't say much about his romantic preferences - it's a role-playing game with a character creator, after all! the rogue trader can look like anyone*, and any dogmatic or iconoclast rogue trader can romance him by picking the correct dialogue options.

when heinrix describes the rogue trader, he doesn't calls them 'beautiful' - he call them 'incredible', 'remarkable', 'unique.' and that makes some sense - he's had such a fraught relationship with his own appearance, after all.

(on the closeness route, even when the rogue trader asks heinrix about directly about his romantic preferences, heinrix demurs. it's only on the devil route that, when asked that question, heinrix replies, "raven hair, olive skin, and a fiery temperament" as he attempts to provoke the rogue trader into a response.)

but there is one moment where heinrix states his own preferences unequivocally. on epitaph, the rogue trader encounters three reflections of themselves. two depend on the rogue trader's own alignment, but the third is always the same - the 'glorious' reflection. or, as heinrix describes them,

*within the limits of the character creator, of course

[mumms-the-word]

Lady von Valancius’s Notes to Herself

Tempt not the interrogator, Spark not his jealous rage, Light not the match of his desire, Or coolly fan the flames. Bring not ‘fore him a savage feast Bereft of all but flesh, Guide not your hands to brush his skin, And lead him to the edge. Speak not to him of fantasies, Remark not on his blush, For his control is naught but glass And shatters at a touch. But should you choose to follow through, These warnings cast aside, Then afterwards remain with him, In gentle arms abide.

[rumblecrow]

( please click on the art for better quality, tumblr is being mean to me )

People might think he is the one who control times itself, kind when needed, but sometimes people dream of being killed by him in a timelines that never happenned because 'he cant help himself.'

Other mouths speaks of him being one with the space, up there in the cold dark sky. When meteors falls down and you hear the guitar string of a country music, its been known it was his doing.

Thought recently, he has been known to break both the times and the milky way arrangements in the casino because he fucked up his flush five set up.

Balatro!RT or the gamblers deity or i love making up stories from silly man gameplay.

Down here Outfit without BG because i realized it maybe too much colour :

[ariel-seagull-wings]

@themousefromfantasyland

honey

no one asked for this but i wrote it anyway. persephone babysits a one year old orpheus and it hits her in a way she wasn’t expecting. tw for miscarriages implied

Continuar lendo

[theysangastheyslew]

This should all be taken with a grain of salt due to translation inaccuracies, but from what I can gather from the latest Q and A, all it says about Hange is that they are estranged from their family, she has some skill in housework but doesn't like to do it, and is the type to fly off somewhere then come home unexpectedly (akin to Eren apparently?).

Soooo basically all stuff we already learned from the character interview from years ago 🙄😒😮‍💨

Edit: Guess it also states in a character blurb that Hange is kind, beautiful, smart, stylish, and gets v embarrassed when being complimented. We been knew but still 😌

[strwbabydoll]

a bittersweet mafiarry multipart.

Namin’ The Stars After You - 3.2k. angst.

Harry’s known for being ruthless in the way he does his job, a day job out with his girlfriend takes a horrible turn.

Bigger Than The Whole Sky - 1.1k. angst.

summary: harry’s angry at the world, himself included and he makes it everyone’s problem but there might be a light coming in the middle of his storm

Golden Like Daylight - 1.2k. fluff, light angst.

Y/N’s alive but she’s not who she used to be, Harry has to deal with the aftermath.

[iloveoutlinesiswear]

I just wanted to say again that all y'all are the best. Finding a community like this one is a blessing. You guys inspire me every day and I hope I can do the same for you. Just the beautiful art, and the stories from the tiniest snippet to the 300k tomes. It's all amazing. Happy RT appreciation week everyone!

A special shout out to @redbatchedcumbermayned @nadas-dirthalen @ccrystalfox @beckyninja @redstairs @swordbisexual @cawyden-gaming

Y'all are the best of the best. Let us all go forth and be ridiculous together.

[joongdunking]

Please help to like and retweet Joong's tweet so we can get the next chapter! 🥹🙏

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Also Garnier approves his fanfic! 😆🥰