#rwby glynda

[juanarc-thethird]

What do you say?~

Jaune: *On one knee with a bouquet of roses*

Glynda: Jaune, I'm flattered, but I'm old enough to be your mother.

Jaune: And I'm old enough to turn you into one~💕

Glynda: *red* Oh my! (Damn, he's good~💕)

[idk-iposteverythingiwant]

Miss her

[craziechwiv]

Glynda: Name a word that ends in -ito!

Nora: DORITO!

Glynda: What?

JRP: Good answer good answer.

*Ding, it's correct somehow*

Glynda: HAAAAA-

[elcuervoborracho]

Solid-State Semblance

[ficretus]

Pyrrha was doomed from the start

[full-moon-phoenix]

Guys

Is it just me, or does this look like the face of someone who has managed to hide their identity as a member of Ozpin's Circle from Salem until now?

[thislongstandinggrudge]

"She is the epitome of the "strict and sexy teacher," so she was a lot of fun to design. Who doesn't like a witch in a tight mini-skirt, high heels, pulled-up hair, glasses, and a whip? (LOL)."

[sunnysunsins]

New episode is out!

It is time! The long awaited Oz and Glynda backstory episode finally out! I love how it turned out sm! AND it has an animatic hidden in it! Instead of the ref sheet bribe, have these sillies instead:

Aren't they worth seeing in a full story?

[spahhzy]

Black Sheep.

Jaune was carrying Neo, who was just about to be executed for her long list of crimes against the kingdom of Vale, looking as he heard a stir amongst the crowd below. Neo tilted her head.

Jaune: Bout time Roman.

Roman dusted himself off as he looked up at the execution stand to where his partners were.

Roman: It's hard to do anything flashy when you charge head-on like that, you moron!

Neo was happy, ecstatic even to see that her best friend was alive and well!

Jaune smiled as he then noticed more Valean guards forming from behind him.

Jaune: Alright, here ya go!

Jaune lifted Neo over his head with one arm, much her embarrassment, but that was soon replaced by confusion and then realization at what he was planning on doing.

Neo: 'YOU ARE NOT GOING TO THROW YOUR GIRLFRIEND ARE YOU!?'

Roman: Wait-wait hold on now don't you think-

Jaune: Catch!

And with a windup, he simply tossed the little mute like a baseball. The siight,if not for the circumstances, was comical.

Smol girl thrown by toll boy.

Roman: Jaune, you bastard!!

Was all Roman got out before being smacked by Neo body, the force sending him to the ground.

Neo was the first fo recover.

Neo: I am going to MURDER YOU! '🤬🔪😨

Roman recovered soon after.

Roman: You idiot!

Jaune smiled before seeing from behind one Glynda Goodwitch walking up from behind.

Jaune turns back to Roman.

Jaune: Take Neo and get out of here, Roman.

Roman: Eh? What about you!

Jaune: I'll catch up.

Roman: Oh no, don't you dare start doing sad movie tropes!

Jaune: I'll catch up, I promise, sides, I have an anniversary gift I gotta give Neo, can't do that from a cell, can I?

Neo blushed but still had a crossed look on her face, as Roman helped her up to her feet.

Roman: You better be right behind us, moron.

Roman began to leave, but Neo looked unsure.

Roman: C'mon Neo, If anyone is going to keep his word, it's Jaune.

Neo still looked unsure, but reluctantly, she followed behind Roman.

Glynda saw the two fleeing and was going to stop them but was cut off by Jaune.

Jaune: Eye's with me deputy.

Glynda: You could have had such a promising future Jaune, if you took Ozpins deal, you could have done your family proud.

Jaune: It's always what I gotta do for everyone else and not what's best for me.

Glynda: And what's best for you aligning with criminals and mingling with a psychopath?

Jaune: What can I say? I was always the black sheep of my family.

[nyxisdangerous]

My semblance is to fucking kill you

[twisting-echo]

Glynda Goodwitch (RWBY) x General Grawl (Planet 51) moodboard.

Requested by @gisellestoons

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[juanarc-thethird]

What if...

Jaune is the key to defeating Salem ------------

Ozpin, taking control of Oscar's body, watches from afar as Jaune is telling the children about his adventures in the Ever After. Behind him comes a worried Glynda looking at the same scene.

Glynda: So when the time comes…Jaune must die?

Ozpin: Yes…

Ozpin checks his phone, showing copies of writings that talk about what really happened in the Ever After with Jaune written by Lewis. Secrets that only he and his intimate group know what they mean.. Documents that he had in his possession long before he met Jaune.

Ozpin: Yes… he must die.

Glynda: You kept him alive so that he would die at the appropriate time.

Ozpin raises his gaze back to Jaune and watches as he makes the children laugh with his silly imitations of his friends.

Glynda: You cared for him like a pig for the slaughter.

Ozpin: Don't tell me now that you've grown fond of him? *He says with a cold tone*

Glynda just stays silent, looking at Jaune with pain. Knowing very well what is at stake.

[rukangle]

Hey all, it's Kern here... had a lot of fun with this one, and hopefully you'll enjoy it! I wanted to do a song that points to the similarities (and ultimately the drastic difference in choices) that these two characters have through the series. Winter tries to mimic Glynda a lot, even down to her teaching style of Weiss in the V4 trailer, but she doesn't have the ease of experience Glynda has at her disposal. As the younger huntress, Winter has a lot to learn, a fact Glynda acknowledges in the series... ultimately though, these characters follow two very separate paths, and I've always found it a little depressing that Glynda and Winter never got the chance to really acknowledge that, so I made a song of it from Glynda's angle.

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[lemon-butters]

A/N: Took me forever to finally write again after procrastinating. I also named my Ironwitch baby girl from my last story. (her name's revealed in this story)

The wail of a newborn tore through the stillness of the night, fracturing the silence that had settled over the household like a delicate frost. James' eyelids fluttered open, his senses immediately on high alert. Duty called, not as a Headmaster or General but as a father, from the small nursery down the hall, where his daughter's cries echoed with an urgency that tugged at his heartstrings.

With the grace of a man who'd navigated far darker terrains, he slipped from beneath the warmth of the covers, leaving behind the softness of shared slumber with his wife. The hardwood floor greeted his bare feet as he padded silently across the room. His tall frame, often clad in the crisp uniform of command, now bore only the rumpled edges of his pajamas, which whispered against his skin as he moved.

Upon entering the nursery, the soft glow of the nightlight painted shadows that danced along the walls, and for a moment. James approached the crib where his daughter lay, her tiny fists clenched and flailing as she continued to cry out into the darkness.

James reached down, his large hands cradling her tiny body with a tenderness that belied his imposing stature. As he lifted her, her wails subsided into sniffles, as if she recognized the safety enveloping her. And when her large blue eyes—mirror images of his own—found his face, something within him shifted like tectonic plates deep beneath the earth's surface.

In those wide, innocent eyes, he saw reflected not only his features but also the weight of a newfound love that was both exhilarating and terrifying in its intensity. It was a love that made him feel vulnerable in ways no enemy ever had, breaking through his armor and reaching the very core of his being.

"Hey there, my brave girl," he whispered, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he held her close, feeling her heart beat against his own. Her gaze locked onto his and at that moment. A father was awed by the life he held in his arms—a life he would protect with every fiber of his being.

James descended the stairs with a grace that belied his towering height, the weight of his daughter cradled gently in his arms. Each step was taken with the care of a man navigating uncharted territory, every bit the seasoned soldier on a nocturnal mission of utmost importance.

He crept into the kitchen's dim light, fetching the bottle and formula. As he scooped and measured, the silence was perforated by the soft rustle of her squirming movements, her tiny fists waving like flags of ceaseless determination.

With calculated precision, James tested the warmth of the milk against the back of his hand.

Turning, he made his way to the living room, where the black recliner sat in the muted glow of the nightlights. He eased into the chair, the leather calm and unyielding beneath him, and brought the baby to his chest. Her blue eyes peered up at him with an intensity that commanded his full attention.

"Shh," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as he offered her the bottle. She latched on eagerly, her hunger momentarily quelling the restlessness that had stirred her from sleep.

James studied her features as she fed—the delicate arch of her brow, the sweep of her lashes casting crescent shadows on her cheeks. With each suckling sound, a profound sense of wonder washed over him. He was lost in contemplation, adrift in the vast ocean of her needs and desires in the stillness of the pre-dawn hours.

His thumb brushed her cheek, a gentle gesture that spoke volumes. The darkness around them seemed to recede.

The house's quiet enveloped them, a cocoon from which James hoped neither would have to emerge too soon.

Glynda Goodwitch stirred, the sheets whispering against her skin as she turned in bed. The world was still shrouded in the soft hues of dawn, painting the room with a tender light that promised a new day. Her mind lingered in the remnants of sleep, those precious moments before full consciousness took hold. But tranquility was short-lived; a cramp tightened in her chest, pulling her from the cusp of dreams into stark reality.

She placed a hand on her breast, the sensation both achingly familiar and startling—a reminder of the life depending on her. With sudden clarity, Glynda realized she had slept through the night without tending to her daughter's needs. The rhythm of motherhood had been disrupted, and her body responded with insistent discomfort.

Rising from the warmth of their shared bed, the cool morning air brushed against her skin. She slipped into her slippers, the soft padding sound following her as she glided across the wooden floor towards the nursery. Her heart, usually so composed under pressure, now beat with a different urgency.

The nursery door creaked gently as Glynda opened it, but the crib lay empty, untouched by the slumbering innocence she expected to find. A flicker of concern sparked within her but was quickly extinguished by her trust in James. He would be there for their daughter as he stood steadfast for all who relied on him.

Descending the staircase, Glynda's senses heightened. The faintest aroma of sterilized bottles mingled with the comforting scent of home. As she reached the last step, her gaze fell upon the living room, where shadows and light played in a quiet dance.

In the embrace of the black recliner was James, his tall frame softened in repose. Their daughter lay nestled against his chest, her tiny form rising and falling with each peaceful breath. In this tableau of fatherly devotion, the strength and scars of the man she knew blurred into the moment's tenderness.

"James," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.

His eyelids fluttered open, an instinctual response from a man whose life demanded constant vigilance. Even in the depths of fatigue, he was always the protector, ready to awaken at the slightest call. His dark blue eyes met hers, clouded with sleep but clear with affection.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice rough with the remnants of rest.

"Let me take Artemisia," Glynda said softly, her hands reaching out with practiced ease.

[iamafanofcartoons]

I was speaking to @dappercat123 about RT and CRWBY being pressed for time with regards to fleshing out certain scenes, and I realized that one thing RWBY Ice Queendom tried to do with show Taiyang reacting to Ruby stopping Roman’s armed robbery of an old man’s store.

Or Ruby meeting his former mentor.

How do you folks think that would have gone?

Art by legendfofremnant

https://www.deviantart.com/legendofremnant/art/RWBY-Scene-Tai-enters-the-Police-station-862818800

[ficretus]

Most likely female character to peg Jaune based on AO3 tags

Time for bit of a shitpost, what female character has highest percentage of pegging fics with Jaune. For this "study" I'll use AO3 data of top 10 most popular Jaune M/F ships, using tags pegging/futanari. I apologize for making this post.

Sample size won't be big, unlike what Jaune ends up taking in most of those fics. Without further ado.

First, we need to establish top 10 most popular Jaune M/F ships based on tags. I'll only use top 10 because very low sample size could create massive outliers.

x Pyrrha: 2758 fics

x Ruby: 1036 fics

x Weiss: 757 fics

x Yang: 665 fics

x Blake: 520 fics

x Nora: 287 fics

x Cinder: 276 fics

x Neo: 238 fics

x Velvet: 208 fics

x Glynda: 205 fics

And now said ships when you add those tags:

x Pyrrha: 128

x Ruby: 54

x Weiss: 35

x Yang: 50

x Blake: 41

x Nora: 29

x Cinder: 28

x Neo: 25

x Velvet: 30

x Glynda: 28

Adjusting for sample size of each ship we get final results

x Velvet: 14,42%

x Glynda: 13,66%

x Neo: 10,5%

x Cinder: 10,14%

x Nora: 10,1%

x Blake: 7,88%

x Yang: 7,52%

x Ruby: 5,21%

x Pyrrha: 4,64%

x Weiss: 4,62%

Well, now we know what Velvet copies around Jaune.

However, this is bit unfair since less popular ships have higher percentage of smut fics. So I'll make another round with just E and M fics included.

x Pyrrha: 1332 fics

x Ruby: 522 fics

x Weiss: 469 fics

x Yang: 477 fics

x Blake: 378 fics

x Nora: 213 fics

x Cinder: 209 fics

x Neo: 184 fics

x Velvet: 173 fics

x Glynda: 178 fics

After adjustments, results are:

x Velvet: 17,34%

x Glynda: 15,73%

x Nora: 13,62%

x Neo: 13,59%

x Cinder: 13,4%

x Blake: 10,85%

x Yang: 10,48%

x Ruby: 9,78%

x Pyrrha: 9,61%

x Weiss: 7,46%

Velvet still takes it... just like Jaune.

I once again apologize to anyone reading this.