#rwby survey

[alullinchaos]

okay a poll for the fndm!

[uncaught-coolfish]

Survey #1

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[howlingday]

RWBY FR1ENDS

Ren: (Holding up blanket with a brown stain) I know shit when I see it, Nora.

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Goodwitch: (Teaching class) Pipe down, you shits. I'm trying to watch Flings & Things.

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Ruby: (Plunging the toilet) It's okay. You're okay. Just think... did you eat tomatoes last night?

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Weiss: (On her scroll) I hit her pretty hard... No, she's not moving.

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Neighbor: YOU EVER HEARD OF CONDOMS?!

Mama Arc: (Carrying all 8 Arc kids) YOU FU-

Jaune: Leave him, Mom! He ain't worth it!

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Yang: (Opens the trunk) Shit, Blake. The body's gone.

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Saphron: (On a walk with Adrian and Terra) And over there, sweetie, right there by the bridge is where I found the torso.

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Pyrrha: (Sees Nora at the window, Whispers) Jaune... Jaune, she's at the window again... Call the police.

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Mercury: (Looking through a telescope) I see Ms. Malachite is getting her back door bashed in again.

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Adam: (Teaching a band class) Okay, kids, when I start, we're going to play "Fuck Them Huntresses" by F.W.A. in F#. Ready?

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Blake: (Looking at Yang's Vol 10 outfit) Yeah, you can fucking forget putting anything in me dressed like that, Yang.

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Ruby: It's okay. We've only been lost for a few hours, so don't panic-

Nora: (Staring at Jaune) I'm going to eat him.

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Oobleck: (Looking Adrian up and down) It appears young Mr. Cotta-Arc is suffering from a severe and potentially terminal case of "being-a-little-prick-itis".

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Yang: (By Ruby's bed) Aim for the bucket- OH FOR FUCK'S SAKES, RUBY! THESE ARE MY NEW SHOES!

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Port: (At the store) Good morning to you, Mister Shopkeep! I'll need teabags and something that can get blood and shit out of my carpet, please.

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Ironwood: (Surveying a field with children) Spread out, students. We're looking for any clues. Teeth, hair...

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Sun: (Standing between Nora and a booth) Okay, lady, then explain your wet shorts and the puddle of piss inside.

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Nora: (In bed) Hey, guys? ...Pyrrha? ...Jaune? No joke, I think I sharted.

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Terra: (Standing by a bathtub, Adrian close) Daddy's gone away, sweetheart. Now pass me the peroxy-disulfuric acid.

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Ozpin: (On the phone) Tai, I think I may have found Summer. ...Well, two weeks in this heat, it's difficult to say, but I'm pretty sure it's her.

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Ruby: (Snarling at Jaune) Touch my balloon again, and you'll be picking up your teeth with broken fingers!

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Terra: (Holding Adrian) I've got nipples like chewed raisins, now take the bastard bottle!

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Nora: (Holding a pretty, pink purse) I've got enough ketamine to put a horse down. How much you want?

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Summer: (On the phone) I'm at a friend's house, Ozpin. Don't try to find me. I hope you and that bitch get fucking syphilis.

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Qrow: (Fron the window) Not now, Raven! I'm jerking off!

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Ruby: (Opens fridge) ...Is that Uncle Qrow?

Summer: Yes, sweetie. Well, it's most of him.

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Whitley: (Playing piano) Smack my bitch up~! Smack my bitch up~!

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Neptune: (On the phone, Looks in drawer) No, Sun, it's definitely human shit. Who fucking does this?!

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Qrow: (Puts a hand on Oscar's shoulder) No, it's not a home, it's a house, remember, Oscar? You're adopted.

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Nora: (Holding a kettle) More badger piss, Misses Honeybottom?

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Jaune: (On the phone) Did you get the toes? Good. Now shut the fuck up and listen to my instructions.

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Taiyang: (Next to Yang's wheelchair) Piss off, ironsides. I'm on my lunch break.

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Jaune: (Pointing at Nora) If you don't put your shitting head on that shitting pillow, I'm turning this dormroom into a crime scene!

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Yang: (Pulls up in her car) Who wants to go dogging?

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Ruby: (Standing by the toilet) Yang... Hand me the scissors.

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Roman: (Holding a baby) C'mon, kid. Coochie bastard coo!

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Blake: (Having lunch with Sun, Sees Jaune) Keep jogging, dickweed!

[lyriquette]

Old RWBY AU description from the Frosen Steel server - 12/25/2020

A time loop that has a finite end. FakeGods/TimeLoop!AU

This wasn't a Frosen Steel piece, but probably one of the big sources of goddess!Ruby scenes with the Relic of Choice. Aha. And hence the reason why a lot of my Relic of Choice scenes have a tiny Ruby there aha.

lilac — 12/25/2020 2:57 AM

Ruby couldn't help but feel as though she's been here before - this dark world with a luminescent lake beneath her feet. Black butterflies trailed after every footstep she took, only to scatter back into the nothingness from which it came.

But that would be impossible, which is funny to say given that she’s been stuck in this time loop for a long time now. However, despite how many times she reset, she’s never entered the Vault of Choice before - at least not until now.

She continued walking forward, casting ripples ahead. Silver eyes focused on a small shadowed figure in the distance before widening.

It had her face.

"Welcome back," the figure stepped out of the dark. It was her, almost a decade younger. An innocent smile was on the six-year-old girl's face as she stood patiently in front of her. On top of the girl's head was the Relic of Choice – the Crown.

Ruby’s brain rebooted.

"What do you mean welcome back? I've never been here before."

"You will be," the younger girl said with a tilt of her head. Perhaps the look on her own face prompted the other girl to say more, "Ah. I see your confusion. Time is a mortal construct. Gods do not experience it in the same way as mortals do."

"Only a mortal speaks of cause and effect," she explained, "But a god sees the entirety like a painter surveying their work.” The girl then pointed towards her head, “The Relic of Choice grants a glimpse of that whole." The younger girl stepped closer to her, silver eyes meeting hers – a lonely air surrounding her much like her own nowadays.

"...What's your name?" Ruby reached out gently towards the younger girl who didn't quite belong here, "Are...you a god?"

"My name..." the girl smiled, her hand gently accepting hers and resting her cheek on it, "...is yours.” Her eyes closed shut, “I am you. Or at least the other you that exists in this single moment. When you leave this place, I will no longer exist."

"That's..." Ruby felt her heart drop at that explanation.

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"Do not mourn me," she chided gently, "It'll be nice to finally rest after my long wait. As for your question, I am not a god. There has never been a god on Remnant."

Ruby blinked, stunned. "Wait, what about the God of Light and God of Dar-"

"They were never gods. Immortal, yes. Powerful, yes. But godhood is another thing entirely," her doppelganger replied, slowly lifting Ruby's hand away from her cheek. "Godhood means you have the approval of this world. If those outsiders had it, they never would’ve created this gambit to prevent Remnant’s god from emerging. "

“What gambit?”

“The war between the ones you call Salem and Ozma. The war between Grimm and Humanity. To keep the world forever divided, for it takes three things to achieve godhood: sacrifice, worship, and approval,” the other explained.

Something confused Ruby for a moment, especially in context with some of the loops she’s had involving the other Relic she used often. “Wait. Why are you able to answer so many of my questions? Even the Relic of Knowledge – even Jinn - can’t answer so many in a span of time,” Ruby asked suspiciously, “Even in this time loop, she refuses to answer any of my questions telling me it’s too soon between loops.”

“I’ve already told you,” the young girl smiled mischievously, “I’m not a Relic. I am you.” She sighed, “I forgot how dumb you can be sometimes.”

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“Hey!” She was affronted. Just because she wasn’t super smart like Penny or Blake doesn’t meant she was dumb.

The girl giggled before saying, “Don’t worry. You become smarter eventually, though I can’t describe the duration in terms of mortal time.” Another innocent smile.

Ruby felt like the girl got in another dig at her. “Okay, if you’re so smart, why is when I purposely approach Weiss or Penny the loop resets?”

The girl instantly sobered up, her expression solemn. “That’s because whom you called gods can still interfere with the loop. They’ve put a geis on your interactions – specifically restricting your interactions with the ones who made your life worth living – one from each god, I suppose - they wanted you to give up.”

Fury filled Ruby’s veins, her entire body tensing up in rage and anxiety. How dare they?! She remembered those early loops – loops that felt like she was being cursed for failing her team so badly - unable to interact with either of her best friends outside of what the loop naturally allowed. Unable to express her happiness. Unable to tell them how much she cared. She grinded her teeth together as memories and feelings she’d repressed for so long came back up to the forefront.

She needed a moment to collect herself, a moment which the younger Ruby obliged.

“Why me?” she managed to choke out.

That question gave the younger girl some pause. “The loops. You’re not resetting time for free. Every time you reset the loop, what protects Remnant from the outsiders goes away little by little. Given this is close to your ten thousandth or so loop, you’ve probably already seen some of its effects. Teammates complaining about having less Dust than expected, a Dust Round that worked in one loop suddenly becoming a dud.”

“I suppose the outsiders are just waiting for the moment when the Dust runs out. Then they can take Remnant’s approval, become gods, and abandon the world to its eventual demise,” the other Ruby spoke with a shrug.

“Wait. If the fake gods take Remnant’s approval, the world will be destroyed?” Ruby said shocked.

“An outsider taking the world’s approval will leave the natives of the world to die. If what you call Dust runs out because of the loops, the outsiders can seize the approval directly,” the younger girl said.

“So that makes me a pawn then?” she gritted her teeth, “That’s why I came back after taking a blow for Weiss? And continued coming back. Because those fake gods are doing this?”

The younger girl paused again and tilted her head as if considering her words carefully.

“You can think of it as so.”

“What the hell?! So my ultimate goal is not Salem, who I’ve already been murdered by a couple hundred times. But the ones who made her?!”

“You can think of it as so,” she nodded.

“What the f-“ Ruby stopped herself from cursing in front of the six-year old before realizing that the girl probably wasn’t an actual six-year-old.

“You don’t need to censor yourself on my account,” she said before her expression turned playful, “It won’t stop me from being cuter than y-Ah.” The younger girl glanced down at her feet with a blank look, which were slowly disappearing into motes of light. “I suppose we’re out of time.”

Ruby closed her mouth in shock, seeing the other girl disintegrate before her. There was still so much she wanted to ask her, but even more importantly, she just didn’t want her new acquaintance to…just disappear. Into nothing. She couldn’t help but feel it unfair – to just wait alone in this darkness – to finally meet someone only to disappear right after. “Is…is there any way I can take you with me?” Ruby asked sorrowfully, her hand reaching for the other girl’s again.

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“Like I said, I can only exist in this moment. I don’t have any regrets,” the younger girl looked away, knees vanishing before her eyes. Her tone became hesitant. “But if I could make a request, may I... have a hug?”

Ruby knelt down and quickly threw her arms around the other girl, which the other girl gently reciprocated. “Thank you,” the other Ruby spoke, her voice muffled by her now slightly-wet shoulder. Ruby could feel the other girl quietly tighten her grip around her as she continued speaking, “…I hope this Relic will allow you to follow your heart this time around.”

Ruby could feel the weight of the younger girl vanish from her arms.

“And remember… a god does not experience time the same way a mortal does.”

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Ruby’s eyes open. She’s back in the Emerald Forest at the Ruins where all the chess pieces once were.

A cranky voice yells from behind her, the current Fall Maiden, “Come on already! Was something supposed to happen?” The rest of her team behind her looked on curiously.

Wiping the tears on her face, Ruby glanced down into her hands at the comfortable weight in them – the Crown – the Relic of Choice.

[bobauthorman]

Whatever Happened to...? (RWBY Beacon Saga)

"Junior" Hei Jong started a bed and breakfast. He also hosts wedding receptions.

Melanie and Miltia Malachite became social media influencers. They are currently working to promote "Tryst in the Mist".

Glynda Goodwitch got a job at the downtown Vale library. She is 4th Assistant Book Shelver, her sole job being to collect books from the outdoor return slot.

Lisa Lavender was fired from the Vale News Network, but was granted her own talk show. Currently working on a week-long miniseries on depressed fathers.

Peter Port wrote his own autobiography, "The Perils of Peter Port". He also voiced the audiobook version, which is rated Number 1 among insomniacs.

Bartholomew Oobleck led an archeological survey on the ruins in Emerald Forest. His findings were confiscated by men in black suits with sunglasses.

[bestworstcase]

I think the stuff with Jax's aura thing was intended to just be a plot device for why he has a grudge against his sister, blaming her for something she 'did' as a literal infant, and why he grew to envy Huntsman. Not to say that was a good idea, but I'm not sure if the book intended for Jax to have pathos. I think the narrative intent is for Jax to be a sadistic, egomaniacal brat to contrast Gillian's sympathy. Maybe it was also supposed to be a 'Genocidal maniac does not fit his own definition of perfection' thing. As he mentions 'purging the weak' as one of the things he intends to do as king of the world.

I don't think the writers behind it are horrible people per say, but it's possible they just slipped up with this bit.

anon there is an entire passage from jax’s point of view reminiscing about what radicalized him and it’s “got laid up with a concussion for a month after childhood accident and went from hazily fantasizing about how nice it would be if he were ‘normal’ to day-dreaming about being ‘strong’ and then muddled that together with bog standard vacuan nationalism of the sort basically every city vacuan, including heroes like sun, espouses to some degree and landed on ‘if i were powerful, i would make my nation strong enough to avenge the suffering we’ve endured at the hands of our conquerors.’ earlier in the same passage he fantasizes about being a king who “[elevates] everyone who followed him […] he wasn’t going to place himself above them […] if they believed in themselves and vacuo and the old ways, they would be equals.”

he is, very explicitly, not an egomaniacal sadist who is in this for his own self-aggrandizement. he’s a passionately idealistic nationalist who truly, from the bottom of his heart, believes that he’s doing what’s best for his country—and his ideology is incredibly warped and fascistic because he has taken the cultural ethos of his country to its logical extreme, as passionate idealists tend to do with the things they believe in. he believes in it so deeply that he fully intends to DIE standing for it.

the resentment he feels toward gillian, the unspoken shame and self-hatred underlying everything he does, arise from the same childhood experiences as his ideology but they aren’t his emotional core, they aren’t what drives him. he desperately loves his nation and that love has been twisted by the same ideology the heroic vacuan characters hold in a more diluted form, and the narrative purpose for that is to demonstrate that the ideological cornerstone of vacuan culture is bad; in V7-8 rwby utilizes ironwood and the ace-ops to the same effect, playing their rigid adherence to the atlesian military ideal against winter and penny’s struggle with the same and robyn et al. resistance to the atlesian regime. (this is also a technique rwby uses more subtly to criticize ozpin’s ideology by putting it in jacques’ mouth to illustrate how meaningless and corruptible ‘unity’ as an end unto itself is.)

and this is where the story leaves him:

They surveyed the battlefield as dawn broke over the horizon. It was humans and Faunus against Grimm, as it should be—everyone in Vacuo united for one cause. That had been Velvet and Sun’s doing, and, in a strange way, it was also because of Jax. He had wanted to bring everyone together like the Vacuo of old, and he’d succeeded.

“It’ll be nice to just be fighting Grimm again,” Velvet said quietly.

“I was just thinking that,” Yatsuhashi said. A Ziraph spotted them and charged in their direction.

Velvet summoned a hard-light version of Coco’s gun. “We’ll defend them.” She nodded toward Gill and Jax. “We won’t leave their sides.”

Yatsuhashi stood next to Velvet and drew his sword.

defeated and helpless but treated with sympathy, recognized for the kernel of good intention buried inside everything he did, and guarded by the very people he hurt. (and this passage is from yatsuhashi’s point of view—the main character who spends a solid chunk of the story under jax’s influence thanks to false memories that make him share the same beliefs, so when yatsu reflects that jax wanted to bring everyone in vacuo together that’s something he objectively knows to be true.)

his ideology is vile and he’s also a three-dimensional person who reflects the attitudes and social mores of his culture, exactly like… almost every other major villain in rwby gshdjcs

[vytalnews]

bumbleby.com HIVE

"We Need Your Opinions on RWBY’s Crunchyroll Deal!"

We'd like to ask you to fill out a survey on your opinions on RWBY becoming Crunchyroll exclusive, among other things. It'll only take a few minutes and a bigger sample size will let us gauge the community's opinion more accurately!

Thank you!

[olderthannetfic]

re: the abo survey idea, i’d be curious to see how abo assignments differ by pairing. i’m not sure how easy data collection would be, but it’s still something that interests me.

sticking with the example of rwby (also, blake more omega than weiss? interesting. i guess it’s because they need an alpha for wr), i feel that yang’s assignment is usually alpha, but also occasionally omega in m/f pairings. i feel that neo’s assignment might also reflect similar things.

in a fandom with so many female characters, it’s cool to see how the typically male-oriented realm of abo is altered.

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Do it!

I'll take a crack at BTS at some point because I've already downloaded the AO3 section and can do full text search on it.

[emercuryweek]

Since RWBY Volume 9 is dropping so soon, please check out the Emercury Week 2023 prompt poll to vote for your favorite prompts, especially if you're thinking of participating. This poll closes mid-February.

[revalentinee]

throwing around a rwby/legends arceus au in my head...

Basically post-V8, instead of canon v9 the six that fell all land in different parts of Hisui, with Ruby herself ending up on Prelude Beach. She ends up joining the Survey Core whilst also keeping an eye out for her friends. After all, she's dealt with-let's say "aggressive wildlife" before.

I'm giving all six of the fallers one of the hisui or sinnoh starters, and decidueye fits ruby the best imo. The scyther evos are here because, well, scyther, with scizor's mechanical look representing Crescent Rose and Kleavor...was here to have a second Legends exclusive, but there's another reason as well 😉 Staraptor is honestly here bc of the hair. Pichu is here to represent Little! I hopefully won't need to explain Roselia'a purpose.

[uncaught-coolfish]

Survey #5

I know this is similar to survey 3 but in terms of what I’m doing all these surveys for, they are two separate things. Vote based off your own opinions and please reblog for a larger sample size.

[onewomancitadel]

Now I don't take your average 'they looked at each other' refrain as argumentation for a ship. I was just being fair in that previous post.

I mean, RWBY is even a bit weird because Ren notices how pretty Jaune is in V4, so what constitutes romantic framing. That or I'm just being led to believe Jaune is singularly pretty, and I don't know why.

I voyeuristically survey other ship fandoms to study trends and study other peoples' methods of reasoning. I've seen your average 'they looked at each other' scene afforded too much meaning time and time again, particularly as a product of isolated reading - focussing on two characters compared to the rest of the cast, to the detriment of your interpretation. Now, people are allowed to have fun, and I'll genuinely give it to some ship fandoms: sometimes it's the wrong ship/media, but the analysis is not totally poor and really, some of the reasoning is sometimes more sound than the canonical material proper. I would never say 'lol idiots reading into shit' because I think that type of exercise is meaningful anyway.

But I definitely think that romantic framing in particular is something a lot of people struggle to intuit and RWBY doesn't help by making things like bridal carries nonromantic. Romance is also hard, because to some people it's unserious blushing-tropes and love interest as boon, and then to others like me, romance is a more serious realisation of romantic love and character, so sometimes we're not even having the same conversation that we think we are.

I try to remain sober about the matter without losing sight of the actual reason I like writing about this stuff, which is that I love love and I love romance and I love, you know, meaningful storytelling.

[duckprintspress]

Okay so now that this poll is done, I was curious about the OTHER votes, so because I have about a billion more important things I SHOULD be doing but don't wanna, I went through and took a tally.

So, the poll got 3,058 votes total.

That means that, with 14.1% of the vote, Voltron - our indisputable winner (it sure was my vote...) got 427 votes.

Of the 10 I included, the one that got the LEAST votes is Glee, or 83 votes.

Now, keeping in mind that not everyone who voted "other" wrote something in, the "other" breakdown is:

MCYT (especially DSMP specifically) - 49 people mentioned MCYT in the tags, that's 1.6% of all the votes, and it surely would have been higher if I'd had it as an explicit option.

Dragon Age: 23 votes

Homestuck: 19 votes

The Magnus Archives: 12 votes

Naruto: 12 votes

Marvel Cinematic Universe: 12 votes

Mo Dao Zu Shi: 10 votes

RWBY: 8 votes

Our Flag Means Death: 7 votes

Teen Wolf: 6 votes

One Direction: 6 votes

Everything else (5 or fewer votes): ace attorney, arcane, asagao, atla, attack on titan, ben 10, black butler, bsd, buffy, call of duty, check please, chinese rpf, chuck e cheese, classic rock, critical role, dangan ronpa, danny phantom, dcu, dimension 20, disney, doctor who, ducktales, emo bandom, f1, ff, fma, fnaf, furry fandom, game of thrones, genshin impact, good omens, halo, hamilton, hazbin hotel, hetalia, hhtyd, hlvrai, inception, invincible, jrwi, keeper of the lost cities, kingdom hearts, lego, loz, miraculous ladybug, mlp, monster high, newsies, obey me, object show, one piece, pandora hearts, persona, pjo, pokemon, project sekai, rick and morty, riverdale, rooster teeth, roswell, rottmnt, sanders sides, sasi, scp, shera, sims, sonic, southpark, star trek, star vs the forces of evil, stargate, steam powered giraffe, supergirl, taylor swift, taz, the bright sessions, the magicians, the sussex squad, transformers, twoset violin, umbrella academy, warhammer, warrior cats, warriors, wtnv, yu gi oh,

(I got a little lazy with abbreviations, sorry).

Clearly, I should have included MCYT, and probably Dragon Age and Homestuck, in the original, in place of Glee, Supernatural, and Undertale, but overall, I think I actually did manage a pretty good list of the top 10.

Also, to be clear: every fandom has a percentage of toxic people, and it's usually about the same percentage - around 1%. But what can make a fandom more or less toxic is how vocal that 1% is and how empowered they got by people serving as loud leaders and directing the vitriol. That's a lot of why Voltron stands out: the people who were most toxic in the Voltron fandom were very organized in their toxicity. They weren't just minding their own business spewing vitriol, they were collectivizing to implement major harassment campaigns against other fans and against the show runners.

Basically, the toxicity of a fandom = popularity + how networked the toxic people are.

Don't take this to mean you should avoid any fandom, though! In the end, a fandom is about you and the ten other people you scream about it with. Liberally block the people who make you uncomfortable or unhappy or who you disagree with or whose behavior makes you feel unsafe, and you'll have a much more positive experience, no matter where your fandom home is.

Anyway, I had fun with this survey, especially reading peoples' responses. Thanks to everyone who voted and extra to those who reblogged with commentary.

So this poll from @pollsnatural asked if Supernatural was the most toxic fandom people have been in, and the vast majority of folks said no, so now - based on some fandoms in the replies of that post - I'm curious...

Runners up from the linked poll include Teen Wolf, MCU, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Once Upon a Time, sports RPF, Minecraft YouTube, Dragon Age, Mo Dao Zu Shi, One Direction, a bunch of others, and a few abbreviations I'm not familiar with lmao.

I'm guessing "other" will win this poll - tell me which in the tags! I'm curious if there's any Really Big One I should have included (probably MCU...it was hard to juggle "size/popularity of fandom" with "relative toxicity" like if a fandom is huge it's usually just more toxic in general cause there are the same number of weirdos per capita but way more people overall, ya know?)

anyway. yes. poll. do the thing.

[vidstudiosworld]

Is Warner Bros. Studio Doomed?

Leslie Grace's Batgirl film was axed, and it was the ultimate gut-punch for DC fans. However, that wasn't the only major disaster that hit the studio this year. When AT&T purchased WBD Many believed that Kevin Tsujihara would be the man to lead it into the streaming age. However, he's been through one of the worst years at the studio. Doom Movie Loses Its Home A film based off the Doom video game franchise has been in development, and it looks like that a sequel is on the way. The initial film was so bad that it cost the studio the prestigious Doom Tour, one of the most popular of their attractions. The Doom film is a paint-by-numbers action flick that features some of the bloodiest violence you'll ever see on the screen. The film tries to replicate the blood and violence of the games, however it does not have the depth that was what made these elements so memorable. Karl Urban starred in the Doom film as John Grimm. He was the leader of an elite special forces unit sent to Prague to look into a mysterious structure. It featured Lorenzo di Bonaventura and John Wells producing, with music video director Enda McCallion as the director. The film was scheduled to be shot in the winter of 2004 and 2005, before it was released on August 5, 2005. The film was subsequently panned by critics, and it failed at the box office. James Gunn and Dana Safran take over as DC's new Head Hosts There's a lot Gunn and Safran have to accomplish, from rearranging several DC projects into coherent films to developing a comprehensive plan to ensure that the studio is able to be able to compete consistently with Marvel. Gunn and Safran will need to do their best to create a separation between the DC universes that frequently clash. They'll also need ensure that they deliver top films to their audiences. Gunn has been the director of a number of DC films, including the recent Suicide Squad reboot and HBO Max's Peacemaker, while Safran has produced those in addition to the Joker movie. The Safran Company also shares an initial look deal with Safran, which is the reason they were considered serious contenders for Zaslav's replacement for Hamada. The two will be working on a plan that's more similar to Pixar, with filmmakers also serving as directors. This isn't an entirely new idea in the TV world, but it's never used before in the live action film industry. Rooster Teeth Disputes After two decades of success and controversy Rooster Teeth appears to be going under. The Austin, Texas based gaming and animation studio renowned for its games, such as Achievement Hunter, as well as animated series like Red vs Blue and RWBY Recently, it was accused of creating a hostile workplace environment that is exploitation of employees. Former employee Kdin Jenzen, who used the pronouns they/they wrote in a blog that they had been subjected to homophobia and sexism as as other forms of abuse when working for the company. Jenzen's treatment was said to have been worse when she was outed in 2016 as trans. Jenzen says they were subjected to a culture that was based on underpaying and lack of respect since their pay was significantly lower than the industry norm. Rooster Teeth has since released an apology for the "disgusting unacceptable, inhumane, and inhumane treatment" Jenzen claims to have received. The company also pledged to resolve its problems by forming business resource groups to target marginalized communities and enhancing management training. The Messiest Year is 2022.

A new YouGov survey has found that a lot of Americans think 2022 has been an awful or horrible year. And that's probably because of all the blunders at Warner Bros. DC the division of the company, known as the DC division, seems to be in constant turmoil. Studio was once a leader in the genre of superheroes, but it is now a string of misfires. The company's decision to rescind Leslie Grace’s Batgirl film was the most recent setback. The film was said to be ready for production and had even had test screenings. But the film was canceled without explanation for the fans who had been waiting forever. Another major mess involved Rocksteady the gaming studio behind the Batman: Arkham series. According to reports, the studio compelled engineers to create multiplayer games in order to meet a deadline. This led to morale issues within the company. According to reports that the team is planning to switch to single-player games. This might aid in their recovery. This won't be an easy journey. Video embeds anchors:

[sageywritings]

Flashback

Target: Beacon Academy

Operatives: Sienna Umberon, Dustin Millaray, Karma Gylden

ETA: 5 minutes

Merry Christmas, dryads and degenerates! Have a day late present from ya boi Sagey! Chapter 9 of my RWBY oc fic Flames of Change! As always check the pinned post on this blog for the chapter list. Thanks for reading and hope ya enjoy!

Solomon Roxos belongs to me.

Sienna Umberon belongs to @gruntnuker-rwby

Tango Squadron (Dusty, Karma, T) belong to @wetsliceofbread

"Captain, everyone’s in position. Awaiting your word."

It was the second time the voice coming from the headset buzzed into Sienna’s ears. The first time was unsuccessful in snapping her back into reality. Her eyes were firmly honed in on the Vale CCT tower sitting motionless in the dead of night. Vale authorities had sent a team in order to establish a safe zone, basically whatever huntsmen that hadn’t abandoned Beacon Academy as a lost cause they could scrape together, along with a limited amount of soldiers provided by Atlas. With the Vale relay tower out of commission, even communication within the same kingdom was spotty at best, and anyone outside the major hubs were completely in the dark. That’s why officials viewed this mission as imperative. After a long and grueling fight against the grimm that still seemingly had no end, they were actually able to procure enough ground to begin making progress in restoring global communications. But, the safe zone’s existence was extremely fragile. The smallest push could erase months of forward advancement.

And that’s why Sienna was here. The White Fang had received intel of this progress, so High Leader Taurus sent her and a team of their own to undo all of it. No one better to lead a strike team into Beacon Academy - or more accurately, its ruins - than a former student. And no one better to spark a little mayhem than Sienna Umberon.

But as she sat perched on a tree branch, mentally tracking the route of every patrolling guard on every level of the tower that she had vision of for the twentieth time, her mind began to wander. Back to the times when she called these walls home. To her first days when she was giddy with excitement telling Jade to tuck and roll before being launched careening through the sky and into the Emerald Forest. The time Sienna started an all-out pillow fight war between Team JASR and their next door neighbors Team DASH that ended up spreading to the entire dorm thanks to her brother spreading the word about it. The time her and Amber devised a plan to sneak away with all the cookie dough when the team decided to bake cookies. All the nights she spent talking with Riley until 5 AM whether they had class the next morning or not. When she met that redhead in that same forest and they grabbed that chess piece together, Sienna had no idea this was going to be someone she poured her aspirations, her passions, her fears to. It was a level of vulnerable she didn’t think she would ever allow for herself, and for every step Riley did the same and let her barriers down in kind.

Then she also remembered the last time she saw them, the last day any student attending Beacon knew normal. She was split up from her teammates after the catastrophe at Amity Colosseum. The voice that spoke through the arena loudspeakers and through every broadcast of the tournament echoed in Sienna’s mind over and over and over again. It was at that moment she knew what needed to be done. She could see Jade, Amber, and Riley from afar, from a rooftop looking down to the street as they had just finished defending a group of civilians from a pack of grimm. Or at least, she made out their vague, blob-like shapes through the tears filling her eyes. She couldn’t bring herself to say goodbye. Goodbyes were too hard.

“Hey. You good?” This time it didn’t come from Sienna’s earpiece but instead from directly below her, albeit barely. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her grimm mask and gave it one long survey, running her thumb over it before putting it on. Now focused on the tower once more, through the slits in her mask she saw not her old home but instead only her objective. She dropped to the ground and finally acknowledged the voice that called to her, even though she had to look up to the stratosphere to do so. The liger-tailed faunus leaning casually on the tree before her stood at a whopping 7’1, leaving Sienna face to chest with him. His black hair was done in a half up half down ponytail, and his skin had a reddish tone to it. His name was Dusty Millaray, and while usually he was the leader of a three-man force known as Tango Squadron, tonight he relaxedly turned the reigns over to Sienna.

“Yeah. I’m fine,” Sienna answered. Gotta focus. “Where’s Karma?” As soon as she was mentioned, a cheetah faunus raced to stand in between them, her speed semblance giving her a blink and you miss it arrival. Her athletic build stood a few inches taller than Sienna, but still a foot shorter than the imposing Dusty. Tail swaying slightly, she moved to make sure the bun that kept her dyed blonde hair in place was still in good shape. Her light tan skin was freckled all over, growing more spot like the closer they got to her tail. Karma Gylden knew how to make an entrance.

“Sorry! I was just scouting the other side of the building. More of the same,” she said, hardly out of breath from her run. Dusty smirked and took the opportunity to check out his partner in crime in more ways than one. Sienna shot them both a look. C'mon guys, not now. Stay focused.

“They look a bunch of losers that got stuck with the graveyard shift and don’t wanna be here.” Sienna pressed two fingers to her earpiece as the voice from the radio came in again. The third and final member of the squad, the fennec faunus only known as “T”, was not on site with their fellow Fang teammates. Instead they were far away currently tapping into whatever surveillance system the tower had left to offer.

“Then tell me what these losers are armed with,” Sienna asked.

“Basic model 42s. Not even the new 44s. Guess Atlas cheaped out on them.” Sienna smirked to herself. She was hoping for at least a little challenge, but she would take way too easy all the same. “I have no visual of the top floor though. The nest has no internal feed. Appears to be off the grid.”

“That's where I need to get to. All the fun shit to break is up there. Are they working on it right now?”

“I think I saw a couple of engineers enter the building from the other side,” Karma answered.

“They’ve been working on this 24/7,” Dusty said while finally getting off of the tree. He cracked each of his knuckles with a sly grin growing across his face. “Lucky them.”

“You know the rule. No deaths. Got it?” Sienna said. Dusty raised his hands in innocence. He might’ve been the leader normally, but he knew better than to challenge Sienna. He had heard the stories. He secretly thanked his lucky stars he wasn’t under her command normally. 

“I don’t get why,” T chimed in. “Those wastes of oxygen wouldn’t even think twice about killing one of us. Yet we’re the animals.” 

“Maybe you didn’t get the memo, T. But tonight, I’m in charge. Which means you operate by my rules. We’re gonna prove just how we’re better than them by not being them. Otherwise you can drag your ass out your little VPN powered bunker and fight with us. So no deaths. Got it?!” The fiery symbol of chaos had to fight back the urge to take the radio and char it beyond recognition, only appeased by T giving it a quiet but firm “Sorry Captain.” Sienna gave them all an approving nod before facing the tower once more. One last check of each guard’s path, memorizing ever detail she could. “You guys are gonna be my way in. Now raise some hell. Break everything you can, steal what you think is useful.”

“Let’s go babe,” Dusty said to the cheetah faunus. Using the trees and the darkness of night for cover, they began to circle their way to the front entrance of the tower. There, they could spot two sets of guards, one flanking each side of the front door, while the others were slowly circling the perimeter. As Dusty crouched down to somehow hide in the bushes, he could hear the two guards’ conversation as they listlessly sauntered toward him.

“Like you gotta be fucking kidding me, right? You know who doesn’t have to patrol in the middle of the night?”

“I’m sure you’ll tell me.”

“Watkins. Watkins is probably back in his bunk fucking sleeping right now with his stupid fucking head laid on a pillow while I’m out here stuck with-”. The soldier’s complaining was cut off by the realization that has partner had stopped a couple steps back. He was frozen, rigid, like he couldn’t shake the feeling something was watching them. Looming over them. Like something was casting a massive shadow over them despite there being no sunlight. Then, a deep unfamiliar voice came from the void to confirm his suspicions.

“That’s rough, buddy. Someone need a nap?” The two guards spun around to see a wall dressed in a White Fang uniform. They both barely had time to let out a panicked “what the fuck” and scramble for their weapons before Dusty grabbed both their heads and cracked them together. Both of them instantly dropped to the floor, unmoving. The two guards posted at the door screamed out at the Fang operative and pointed their weapons at him. But in a golden flash, Karma blurred past them, throwing off their aim. She began racing past them back and forth, each time delivering a blow at highway speed, all while the other had nothing to even aim at. Once the first one finally doubled over and fell, she kicked the gun out of the second’s one hands and jammed the butt of it directly into his nose. Dusty rejoined her, offhandedly stepping over one of the incapacitated Atlesian soldiers while making his way to the door. He took one look at the security keypad to the left of the door before inputting his own code five knuckles at once. The now cracked screen emitted a distressed whirring sound before the doors parted ways. He gestured for Karma to take the lead.

As Sienna caught eye of the guards on the second floor turn away from their lookout post as word of an unknown commotion reached them, she pounced on the moment she had been itching for. She made a beeline for the tower. Grabbing the grappling hook on her hip, she shot it upward so it hooked the upper floor railing. The soldiers in that corridor suddenly hushed at hearing the distinct clank of the hook meeting the metal railing. Right as one of them leaned over to aim at whatever was below, Sienna pulled herself up and delivered two boots to his face. His partner unholstered his pistol and fired several panicked and erratic shots at her, none come close to hitting. She took advantage of his frenzy by charging him with claws out and slashing at his chest three times. Out the corner of her eye, she noticed the first soldier staggering back to his feet. So, she grabbed the second soldier arm and violently whipped him into the first one, knocking him back on all fours. A swift punt to the head ensured that both were out cold. Hands on her hips, she surveyed the damage she caused with a prideful smirk.

“Beacon didn’t have to teach me that one. That’s all Vacuo,” Sienna said to herself. The smirk immediately faded. The last thing she needed to do right now was bring up home. Reaching down to one of the guard’s bodies, she swiped a keycard from his pocket. Once she pressed it to the door, it uttered an affirmative beep before opening up and granting her access inside.

“Now where are those elevators?” she thought to herself. She began sprinting down the maze of hallways in hope for her ticket to the top floor. After a few more turns, one backtrack from a dead end that led to a supply closet, and another guard that received a fiery claw mark across his faces for his troubles, Sienna slowed to a stop at a corner upon hearing voices. She pinpointed two more guards standing in front of the elevators, one nodding while receiving a transmission. They both turned around and queued the elevator, so the moment it opened, Sienna rushed toward it. She ended up catching the doors with her foot at the last second. She stepped in between the guards with a confident smirk, unphased by the commands they were shouting or the weapons they were pointing at her as the doors shut. By the time they opened again, only Sienna sauntered out, as the others were reduced to heaps on the floor.

The way to the main control room was very brief by this point. Each side of the hallway was scattered with machines both new and old. Sienna couldn’t tell which ones were useful, so she dragged her flaming claws through all of them, nonchalantly leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. A storm of sparks and smoke followed her as her tail whipped with evil satisfaction. Once she was faced with the door to the control room, she pressed her keycard once more, but this time she was met with a red light and an “ACCESS DENIED”. She growled before just grabbing the lock with a flaming paw. Her grip remained tight out of rage and annoyance, even though the uncontrollable flames were doing damage to her hand, until the lock melted away.

“Shitty lock you got there,” she muttered to herself while shaking her hand and slowly creeping inside. In front of her were several screens that were lit but nothing on them, the center one much bigger than the others. Terminals, both functioning and broken, lined the walls. A lone chair faced the center screen, one that Sienna dismissed as empty at first until she noticed a pair of feet on the floor. It was all she could see from the figure in the chair. She readied her claws and stalked her way forward. Hard to finish repairs with your engineer nerds out of commission. However, just when she got into striking distance, all of the screens went dark. She froze and backed off slightly in confusion. Then, the large center monitor came to life again, displaying something she couldn’t believe. It was displaying… her. 

The video panned out first to show Beacon Academy coated in a blanket of freshly fallen snow. Sienna remembered this; it lived on in stories and legend as the Great Beacon Snow Day. It was the first time she had ever seen snow, which was apparent when she watched herself on the screen pounce head first into a snow pile. The camera turned to catch her team leader Jade laughing at her antics before lightly trying to dig her out. Then the focus was on Dash, a lot healthier than last she saw him in his cell, bundled up in a jacket with arms crossed. The film was just in time catching him getting pelted with a pair of snowballs. He yelled out and started to pack up some snow in his hands to retaliate at the two cackling culprits, Auburn and Sapphire. The camera then spun around once more to reveal DASH’s last teammate, Solomon, was the one filming. He was currently laid under a tree, with Amber curled up comfortably by his side.

Sienna looked on in silence as her younger self exploded out of the snow bank, blowing past Jade in the process. She was in as much of a full sprint as the terrain would let her, which looked about as graceful as one would expect from Sienna’s first time handling ice, toward a certain redhead in a hockey sweater. Riley was on a frozen lake practicing her maneuvering on skates until Sienna took her down into the whiteout once more. The screen cut to black. The jarring contrast was lost on Sienna. In her mind, the video was still playing on loop. Tears began escaping from under her mask. No. Not now. I can’t think of this now…

The lights in the room flipped on, causing Sienna to first cover her eyes before quickly wiping her cheeks before the figure could see. She knew exactly who it was, even before they tossed a familiar purple pair of Technomancer brand  headphones on the table beside them. She still refused to accept it. But she wasn’t given much choice when the chair spun around, leaving her facing with the one who filmed the video, Solomon Roxos. His black hair was just as messy as it was when last she saw him at Beacon. His signature hoodie, however, had been traded away for some uniform looking polo shirt. He silently rose from his seat. The glare from his glasses gave way to piercing blue eyes. Sienna was desperately searching for signs of his usual timidity in his body language, but could find none.

“So,” Sienna said to finally break the silence. “Looks like you got an upgrade. Guess Beacon had plans for you after all.” She awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck. It took effort to maintain eye contact. It took even more effort to not burn a handprint on her neck or singe her hair. Why did you have to show up now?!

“Beacon had plans for all of us. You just ignored yours,” Solomon said back, the soft-spoken shyness that charmed Amber seeming like a distant memory. Sienna’s ears flattened.

“Yeah sure, if you believe that. Nobody’s had plans for me from the day I was born,” she said at about half normal volume. If Solomon heard, he didn’t show any kind of impression he did.

“Regardless, if you’re here to kill me, you might want to be quick about it. Otherwise, you got about-”. He pulled his attention down to his coveted supercharged scroll that was fastened to his left forearm as it always was. With a couple presses and swipes, the monitors behind him illuminated again, this time with camera footage from the downstairs lobby. They could see Dusty tormenting a poor scientist by slamming his head so hard into his desk, he fell backwards out of his office chair out cold. The monitor directly next to it came on next with footage of three huntsmen running towards the tower. Each of them were a faunus; one girl with black and purple cat ears and tail, one girl with cow horns on her head, and one guy with owl feathers mixed into his hair. They looked like students, same as Solomon and Sienna both were, but they were all armed and ready to fight. “Let’s say five minutes before backup arrives. And I want an explanation.”

“You’re so confident that those scabs are gonna get past us? Arrogance is just not you, Sol,” she said in a condemning growl before raising a finger to her earpiece. “D, K, heads up you’re about to have company!”

“What?! Where from?” Karma answered.

“Huntsmen! Three hostiles coming via the north entrance!” T answered for her. As they started to give information on what they’re dealing with, Solomon once again began to work on his tablet.

“That’s enough out of you.” The voices of Sienna’s comrades were suddenly drowned out with a static that was twice as loud in Sienna’s ears than it actually was thanks to her growing rage. She really wished she didn’t know Solomon. Then his introverted self wouldn’t bother trying to talk to her. “Now start talking, Captain Umberon.” Her fists were clenched and the tip of her tail was sparking. All it would take is one punch to shut him up so she could finish her mission. So she could leave this school and not have to worry about it. So she could push it to a back corner of her mind to remain untouched. But, even though it’s something she’s had to do her whole life, she couldn’t swing. She sighed. Why couldn’t these memories just stay away?

“The night Beacon fell. Do… do you remember what that voice that came across the Vytal Festival broadcast said?” Solomon paused for a moment, trying to decipher what “voice” she was referring to before an image of every screen barring the one on his arm lighting up red with a black chess piece.

“The hacker?” he asked softly. “Not really. I didn’t really pay attention. It sounded like some vague firestarting revolution rhetoric.

“Yeah of course you’d think that,” she again mumbled. Solomon was tired of this act from Sienna already. “I thought you of all people would at least be listening. You were always better at that crap in school than me.”

“You really don’t agree with the hacker, d-”

“And what if I fucking did, huh?!” Sienna interrupted as she began to show her teeth again. She was tightly gripping a wrench she took from atop the computer next to her. “Our leaders cling to their status quo just so they can hang onto their precious positions of power with both hands! But this status quo is one that punishes me for something beyond my control. It’s cursed me and many others like me to have to live at the bottom rung of the ladder just because I was born with these stupid fucking things!” She swatted at her fox ears, a slight clang sound coming from one of her piercings. “They say they do this in the name of peace. But is this what peace looks like for me? For the faunus? All the discrimination, the poverty, the shit conditions. Because if this is what “peace” looks like in their system, then their system needs to be fucking broken!”

“You’re right. There’s a lot of injustice in the world, especially towards you. I don’t disagree. But you were already doing the right thing in trying to fix it. Being a huntress is the correct steps in being the change you want to see in the world.”

“You just don’t get it.” Sienna was already adamantly shaking her head before he had even finished. “You never will get it. You’ll never know what it’s like to be in my shoes. You’ll never know it’s like to turn to the White Fang at twelve years old because it’s the only way you can think of to support your brother. They’ve backed me when the rest of the world kicked me while I was down!”

“And what about Alex, hm? Does he approve of this? Since you sound so confident,” Solomon said, perking up at the mention of her brother. Sienna’s knuckles wrapped tight around the wrench before she used it to smash the computer monitor next to her. Finally something she could take out her frustration on. She began going down the row, one after the other, breaking everything in the way. Solomon went on. “And what about your teammates? Your friends? You think they don’t back you? Do you know how much they’d go to hell and back for you?” This got Sienna to stop in her tracks. Her masked gaze was fixated on her boots.

“They’re probably over me by now. Doubt they’d even look back to see me again. I know I didn’t look back for them…” she said.

“So that’s it. Leave your friends behind for a terrorist organization targeting innocent tolerant humans. What about Sapphire? Or me?”

“Tolerant?” Sienna scoffed loudly before it morphed into a full on laugh. “That’s what you call yourself? How many times did you just sit and watch your little tablet while your team leader berated me almost on the daily! You had every chance in the world to ‘do what was right’. And guess what. You didn’t.” Now it was Solomon’s turn to glance downward at the floor. He rubbed his arm. Finally, there’s the Sol I know. “How is someone like me supposed to start a family and raise a child and have them face the world in this kind of state?”

“And what about Riley?” he said.

“Do. NOT. Mention her name.” Sienna didn’t need to hear any more from the tech expert. It was already wracking enough that Sienna had to see her face, her smile, her gorgeous maroon hair, happy from time that they spent together. Squinting at her, Solomon saw exactly what he wanted to see from her. Reluctance. Regret.

“You think she’d start a family with you now?” He went to the wound again. It resulted in an extremely hot wrench being tomahawked at his face. He had to full on duck to dodge it before it crashed into a keyboard behind him.

“SHUT UP!” Sienna had heard enough. She ripped off the mask and glared at Solomon with eyes incensed with fury. Her claws came out and she rushed Beacon’s former resident hacker. Solomon was able to sidestep the first blow, but another one came just as quickly. He was barely able to block this one with his scroll, the claws scraping and sparking off of its bulletproof casing. Solomon was never comfortable in close hand to hand combat. He needed time and space in order to get a grasp of his surroundings. Auburn had worked hard training him to get better, but it was never to a level of excellence, merely competence. So Sienna’s signature blitzing style denying him time to even think was his kryptonite. He took a hard punch to the solar plexus that briefly winded him, before Sienna followed up with a big slash to his face. Knocking him to the floor, the shot sent his glasses flying off his face into shattered pieces.

“I said not to mention her,” Sienna sternly said, standing over him with a boot firmly planted onto his chest. He struggled as hard as he could to get her off, but it was like stone. Sienna could spot he was leaking blood from a cut under his left eye. “Not a day goes by when I don’t regret leaving her. But, I need to take my fate into my own hands for the first time in my life. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that isn’t taken away from me too.” Suddenly, the earpiece began stirring to life again, as words began to make their way through the flood of static. It was only a few sparse words, then a few more filled in the blanks, until finally a whole warning.

“Boss! We lost sight of one of them! You might have one coming up to you!” Dusty’s voice came in, ragged from the fight he had been in the whole time. No sooner than when Sienna’s ears flicked with the news did she hear rapidly approaching footsteps to the door. Just as her hold on Solomon loosened, a transforming sound brought her attention to underneath her. Solomon’s tablet had turned into a machine gun, aimed right at the Fang leader. She was able to dodge from the single gunshot fired.

“Fall back! We got what we came here for!” she said to the radio, just hoping her transmission would make it out as she dashed to a window.

“Run away. Just like you did before,” Solomon said shakily as he weakly rolled over to watch her make her exit. Right as the doors were pried open, and that same cat faunus Sienna saw from the security footage came in to Solomon’s aid, Sienna made her exit. She grabbed her mask and busted through the window before using the grappling hook to swing her way safely down to the trees below. The cat faunus never caught a sight of her. With the canopy of trees as more than sufficient cover, she was able to put considerable distance between herself and the campus before eventually reuniting with Dusty and Karma about half a mile away.

“Woooo! Love me a good fight! That bird knew how to throw down!” Dusty said with a laugh. Arms waving like he was just getting warmed up, he sounded more like he just had a fun experience on vacation more than having to fight his way out of a White Fang mission.

“Yeah, and T is gonna love all these toys I found for him!” Karma replied just as gleefully, motioning to a bag slung over her shoulder. She seemed completely unbothered by the run she took to get here. Unlike Sienna, who was doubled over heaving in an attempt to catch her breath. “What about you, Sienna?” the cheetah asked. She didn’t reply at first, only beginning to lead the team back to their transport out of here. “Sienna?” she asked again.

“Mission was a success. We wrecked shop. They aren’t fixing that anytime soon. Good job, guys.” The pair both smirked, with Karma resting her head on Dusty’s shoulder as he pulled her close. “You too, T.”

“Thanks for the souvenirs, K. Can’t wait to see what the kingdoms keep locked away in their basements,” T said over the radio. The celebrations were hardly over though before Sienna started leading the walk to their transport back to base a couple miles away. The other two White Fang soldiers mentally noted she remained mostly quiet. Her eyes were cast downward. Her tone before notably lacked any distinct excitement; it was very straightforward. Any attempt of making small talk only solicited one word answers if it didn’t fall on deaf ears entirely. In fact, she only opened her mouth unprompted once, a question directed at Karma.

“Karma. The prisoner. She’s been doing ok?”

“The girl? Yeah she’s fine. Keeps complaining she wants to go home but we’ve been taking care of her, just like you ordered. I make sure she’s fed and still has her sketch books. She’s even opened up to me a little, way more than Dusty or T.” Dusty shrugged like he couldn’t have cared less; his mission was keep her alive and that’s all there was to it. Sienna nodded softly, arms stuffed in her pockets all the way to their rendezvous point. It was going to be a long, long trip back to base.