#shut up zwei

[celticcatgirl2]

“…and it is real and not a prank when i say I WILL marry the first guy gal or nonbinary pal who is able to burp the Spectacular Spider-Man theme song and send it to my channel…”

“Nooo…Ruby…don’t do this to me….this is NOT how I want my children in law picked!!!”

[toestalucia]

thinking about them again

[fivekrystalpetals]

This is such a minor detail but I love it all the same!

After Baskervilles allied with Oz and co., in the Past, it was Doug who was carrying around Ada!!

ahgjjsg she seems so tiny on his arm! the guy is huge i know he carried Break like a bundle of logs yes but he is carrying her like a tiny toddler lol

annd what's with Vincent's girls being carried around like a sack of potatoes anyway?

handle with careeeeand thud....!

[biseugen]

tiny biseugens dancing! I love them wives.

[gender-euphowrya]

concord's development cost what now

[zwei-rhunen]

two adventures

d1. >in hullbreaker isle as monk

>me staring at the mobs/my hotbar bc it lit up and i’m now trying to line up the mobs for a sick Howling Fist move

> look up aaaand the tank is dead

me: aaaa?? aoeaoeaoe! before th-

>aaaand the other dps is dead

>”oh shit maybe i can still salvage this and run in circles until the tank -” and dead

> me softly @ the screen watching the poor surviving newbie healer get swarmed: “:O run, RUNN-” and dead. LMFAO

2. > in roulette as AST, not a healer main but I’m trying my best /crying cat face with thumbs-up/

>honestly i feel fairly confident!

> ya know.

>as long as i dont get something like-

> mfw get Aurum Vale

>ah fuckkkkk.jpg

we wipe twice (once at the trash mobs, once at the first boss bc morbol bullshit) before i give up on trying to dps in the beginning lmfao

i was able to get into the rhythm of dealing out cards, over-healing everyone and applying Gravity onto crowds after we got past that first boss tho so i think i came out pretty good despite the rough beginning T-T

[dragonking10]

Ruby walks in the dorm room limping and her team notices

Yang: Hey sis, are you okay?

Ruby: Oh I'm fine, I pulled a muscle while working out with Jaune.

Weiss: Doing what, squats?

Ruby: No, by pounding m- I mean yeah doing squats *laughs nervously*

Blake caught what she meant

Blake: Maybe you pulled a muscle helping Jaune train with his 'sword'?

Ruby suddenly materializes next to Blake and pat her back

Ruby laughs: Ha ha ha, oh Blake that was a good joke!

Ruby leans to Blake and whispers low to only the cat faunus could hear

Ruby whispers: If you tell anyone, and I mean ANYONE! I'll have Zwei chew and piss all over your precious book collection.

Blake's eyes widen in fear

Blake whispers: You wouldn't dare!

Ruby's silver eyes activated a bit with a dark aura around her

Ruby whispers: Try me bitch!

Ruby suddenly went back to where she was standing

Ruby: Anyway I'm gonna go help Jaune keep up with his studys, bye!

Ruby turns and slowly limp out of the room

Yang turns to Blake: So what did she say to you?

Blake kept her mouth shut fearing for her life.

[howlingday]

Arcs Don't Get Cancer

A sad Shark!Faunus Jaune story.

Weiss: Ruby Rose, how many times do I have to tell you to stop using my hairbrush?!

Ruby: But Weiss, it's cushy to hold onto~!

Weiss: And I told you over and over again to buy your own!

Ruby: But Weiss~!

Blake: (Hears knocking, Answers) Hello, Ren.

Yang: If you want, you can use my hairbrush.

Ren: Good evening, Blake. Is your leader with you?

Ruby: That's Zwei's dog brush!

Yang: Never said it was for my hair~.

Blake: ...Yes, she is. Are you looking for her?

Ren: No, but... Have any of you seen Jaune?

Blake: Not for a while. (Turns) Has anyone seen Jaune?

Weiss: I haven't.

Yang: Nope!

Ruby: We've been pretty busy with missions this month. Shouldn't he be with his team?

Ren: He should, but we haven't seen him and we're worried.

Blake: Where did you last see him?

Ren: He was walking out of our dorm.

Ren: Just after you left for your mission this month.

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Jaune awoke to a burning, itching feeling in his arm. He groaned, desperately trying to fall back to sleep, but the darkness would take him no longer. Now, there was only the light and the horrors it revealed around him.

"Good morning, Mr. Shark." A man said with a smile, but there was no joy to be shared in it. No, the grin on his face was as empty of emotion as his lab coat was of color. "How is your recovery going?"

Jaune could only whimper in response. That was all the strength he had to do anymore.

"You'll be happy to know that your pain is not in vain." The man gave a chuckle, clearly delighting in his own wit. "Our company's product, of which your contribution plays no small part in, has brought comfort to patients in hospitals and clinics all over Atlas. At this rate, we'll be able to expand and help people in other kingdoms!"

A chill ran up his spine as his mind ached. How could his bones do the things they say? There were no medicinal properties to the fingers, toes, and rib he's had surgically removed. Though his body was numbed to the furthest extent it could be, he could still vividly remember the cracking, the snapping, the ripping done to his body as more and more of him was taken under the knife.

"Doctor?" A woman in lab coat called from the end of the room. Jaune looked to her direction and saw the bloody bandages that were used to patch his wound. "Here are the X-rays you requested." The woman approached with a clipboard, extending it to the man. She had a giddy look on her face. "It seems our hypothesis was correct! His bones replaced themselves~!"

There was a beeping sound that increased frequency that Jaune only took notice now. It was his heart that was beating so fast. Even as his skull throbbed with the pain his brain recalled, he understood the coming fear of his body being harvested over and over again. All to make lien off his suffering.

"Doctor," The man chided, "please remember your bedside manner when in the same room as a patient."

The woman pursed her lips with a blush while the man opened the folder, smiling at the sheet in front of him. He brought it over to a hanging board, placing it snugly against the blank surface. Flicking on the light, Jaune saw the horrible truth in the woman's words.

He felt his broken hand burn as he looked on to the small, regrowing bone in his finger. The pain resonated in his toes, where too he had been harvested. His heart beat like a drum as his chest blazed like an inferno at his broken rib being replaced.

"Doctor," the woman whispered, thinking Jaune wouldn't be able to hear her, "what would have happened if they didn't grow back?"

The man hummed for a moment, looking back to Jaune, who shut his eyes and tried to fall back asleep, hoping this too was just a horrible dream. He didn't even try to keep his voice low. "Then we clean up shop. All our research purged, and all medical equipment disposed of."

"And the patient?"

"Silence." The woman covered her mouth. The man pulled the X-rays free and slid them back into the folder. "Take these to the director. He'll want to see the results for himself." The woman hurriedly exited from the room. The man walked up to Jaune, dragging a finger along his thigh. "Hm... The femoral will be tricky, but the reward will be so worth it." He then left without saying another word.

Jaune felt hot tears pour from his eyes, his spine completely iced over with fear. He wanted to scream at the injustice of his body being ripped apart for a suspected cure, but he feared whatever intentional punishment that would be brought down on him. As he grit his teeth, he had one thought...

'Save me... Ruby...'

Fun Fact! In 1992, "Sharks Don't Get Cancer," a book written by I. William Lane and Linda Cormac was published with the claim that shark cartilage, due to the rarity of sharks developing cancer, could hold the cure for cancer. However, sharks do get cancer, and this fact has been known for almost 150 years, yet companies still harvest shark body parts from living sharks to this day. As a result, Sharks Don't Get Cancer has been more devastating to sharks as a species than JAWS, which inspired newfound fear of sharks. Worse yet, the method of harvesting include cutting off shark body parts before tossing the still alive shark back into the ocean to drown.

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Du Lernst Nie - Sebastian Vettel

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"Y/N, look, it really isn't that hard. You just need to put a bit of effort in," Sebastian sighed, trying to get you to listen to the fragments of German he was teaching you. "But you can speak for me. I can do the basics. Hallo und danke. Glücklich?" you smirked. 

During the Summer break, you and Seb were taking a week long trip to Germany and were going to travel around Cologne and Munich, before going home to Switzerland. 

"See, you do know it," he rolled his eyes, frustrated at your stubbornness. "The locals will be happier if you try," he tried to persuade, the flash cards he made were discarded to the side as he was ready to freestyle. 

"OK, how would you order something at a cafe?" Seb prompted, looking at you intently. 

"What am I ordering?" 

"Two bread rolls and a cup of tea," he told you, wondering if you were actually listening to what he had said no more than five minutes ago. "Ich..." you started. Seb internally groaned - he had gotten nowhere. 

"Hä-" he started, your brain finally finding the word.

"Ich hätte gerne ein Tasse Tee und zwei Brötchen, bitte," you smugly asked him, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. "Sehr gut," he praised, smiling. It wasn't a matter of if you could do it, it was a matter of whether you would do it. 

"Entschuldigung, wo ist die Bibliotheke?" he asked, putting on a voice and pretending to be a frail old lady who couldn't find her way around. "Die Bibliothek ist in der Nähe, gar nicht so weit weg von hier," you said. 

Seb's eyes widened in surprise. "Links oder rechts?" he asked, snapping back into character for a moment. "Links," 

"Danke,"

"Kein Problem," you smiled at the 'old lady'. The only reason you had actually spoken to German with him was because you didn't feel like getting grilled by Professor Seb anymore. "I did not teach you that," he said, impressed.

"I have taken my German learning into my own hands, since you have told me how to order a coffee more times than I can count," 

Seb smirked. If you thought you were so clever, he'd test you a bit, "Ich würde sagen, bin ich beeindruckt, aber du bist ein furchtbar Studente wer zuhört nicht," he said, way quicker than he normally would. 

"Erm. Es tut mir leid, ich verstehe das nicht," you sheepishly said, already feeling a blush of embarrassment creep up onto your cheeks.  "Oh, es tut mir leid, ist das zu schwierig für Sie?" he said. You understood that, and you felt like he was almost mocking you.

"Ja, ein bisschen," you responded, hoping that because it was in German, he'd be bit nicer to you. "Ich denke, wir haben gelernt, dass ich besser bin als das, womit du gelernt hast."

Now he was just getting cocky. "Okay, I get it. You've proven your point. I will listen to Professor Seb," you rolled your eyes, annoyed to have to give into him.

"I like the sound of that," he smirked, winking at you suggestively. You wouldn't lie, you liked the sound of what he was implying as well, but now it was time to learn. "Shut up," you scoffed, trying to hide your smile.

"What I don't understand, is that every time I try to get you to learn, you get all full of yourself,"

"Yeah, because my German is good," 

"But not as good as you think it is. You never learn," he shook his head, watching as you zoned out and stopped listening to his telling off. "I prefer the sound of listening to Professor Seb," you pouted, and you could see his jaw twitch. 

"Let's see what Professor Seb has in store today, shall we?" he said, standing and swiping the papers off the table. "Auf dem Tisch," he commanded, and now, you were all for listening. 

A/N - This is just a little something for you guys while I finish writing part 3 to 'Baby Fever'! Also, that picture of Cologne Cathedral in the header is so pretty, and I am so happy to be able to say I've been there. Lmk if the German isn't 100%, I did it myself and my German is quite rocky <3

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[goldenamaranthe-blog]

You're What?

Weiss: (walking with Blake through the city of Vacuo) .......

Blake: (ears twitching as she bites her thumb) ......

Weiss: .......

Blake: .......

Weiss: .......Well, as riveting as this gal pal date is, what's going on with you?

Blake: (blurts out in utter word vomit) I'm in heat!

Weiss: .....?

Blake: ........

Weiss: .....Not what I thought you were going to say.

Blake: I'm sorry for springing this on you, Weiss. But I needed to tell someone before I went insane. I haven't had a cycle in literal years, and I'm freaking out.

Weiss: Wait a minute... Have you not told Yang?

Blake: (ears droop as she holds her arm and shakes her head)

Weiss: Why not?

Blake: Because I'm nervous that she'll think I'm an animal, okay?

Weiss: Blake, Yang fell in love with you with all your animalistic qualities. I doubt this would make her love you any less.

Blake: (deadpans) Wow, thanks, Weiss.

Weiss: You're the one who jumped nearly six feet in the air when Zwei came to Beacon, you drool over fish - lest you forget the fish bowl from the noodle stand during the Vital Festival, and you've done the whole "if I fits, I sits" thing in that giant tea set box Yang got you.

Blake: I get it! I have a few extra feline tendencies to go with my ears and night vision.

Weiss: So, what's the big deal with having a heat cycle? Hold on! Does that mean you don't get regular periods?!

Blake: I get them about four times a year with the cycle.

Weiss: (crosses arms and grumbles) Lucky you.

Blake: (giggles slightly) Sorry. But it's difficult to be around Yang, I can smell her more intensely than normal....and I don't want to do something stupid that will drive her away.

Weiss: Please tell me you aren't going to start "presenting" yourself to her like a common stray.

Blake: Wow! Okay. Way to stereotype, Weiss.

Weiss: Well, excuse me if the one stereotype I've heard about Faunus going into heats turned out to be true! I'm going to question everything now! Next, you're going to tell me you purr!

Blake: (ears stick up straight as she chuckles awkwardly) Uhm... About that...

Weiss: You can purr!?!?!?!?!

Blake: I haven't purred since I was a child!

Weiss: But you can purr?!

Blake: I haven't felt safe enough to purr in years!!!

Weiss: It's probably the same thing that happened with your heat cycle! (Plasters her hand to her head in a fake swoon) I'm beside myself! My best friend, my confidant in Faunus rights, is only further instilling stereotypes that my younger self would be roling over to hear!

Blake: (shoulders Weiss into the road) Oh, shut it, Ice Queen!

Weiss: Hahahaha! Okay, but teasing aside, thank you for telling me. But I still think you should tell Yang so she doesn't just think you're avoiding her for however long this lasts.

Blake: (sighs and relaxes) I know. It's just difficult.

Weiss: (strings her arm through Blake’s) Well, let's focus on that later. Right now, let's see about finding you something that can help while you tell me all about this heat cycle. I'd like to be prepared for this in the future.

[celticcatgirl2]

“Okay it’s nice you’re all happy or scared to see me…now who’s taking me for a walk I gotta shit BAD…”

[thisis-elijah]

𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋

Do you dare to check in? 🛎️ The infamous Overlook Hotel, nestled in the isolated Colorado Rockies, has a dark and mysterious history. Known for its eerie atmosphere and paranormal activity, the hotel has attracted visitors looking for a thrilling experience. This weekend, a group of individuals, each with their own reasons, has checked in. As night falls, strange occurrences begin to happen, turning a weekend getaway into a nightmare. ⸻ imagine yourself in the situation and create your character as they are trapped in a horror movie come true. bonus: get your creative juices flowing and write a oneshot. what happened before the picture? where is your character headed now? are they searching for their friends/the people that arrived with them or are they investigating something different entirely? what else is lurking amongst the shadows?

Wenn es nach ihm gegangen wäre, wäre ihr nächstes Ziel nicht 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎 gewesen. Weitere Gesellschaft hätte er vermutlich auch nicht eingeladen. Elizabeth hatte ihm gesagt, dass sie, Pavel und irgendein Internetfreund von ihr einen Trip zum 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 geplant hatten – einem heimgesuchten Resort, irgendwo im Nirgendwo, wo sich paranormale Phänomene zutragen sollten – und ob er nicht Lust hatte mitzukommen. “It’s gonna be fun”, hatte sie gesagt, “And you and Pavel haven’t seen each other in forever. I think you guys have a lot of catching up to do, huh?”  Wie hätte er ‘Nein’ sagen können. Als sie den Chat mit den zwei anderen las, hatte sie so versunken gewirkt, das war so hübsch an ihr: wenn sie in ihrer Arbeit oder ihren Hobbies verlor und ihm wenig später euphorisch davon berichtete. Auch, wenn es ihm lieber war, sie widmete ihre ganze Aufmerksamkeit den Sims 4 und keinen verlassenen, spukenden Orten, an denen Gott weiß was auf sie wartete. 

Sie hatten sich in Boulder, einer kleinen Stadt an den Ausläufern der Rocky Mountains, getroffen, dort hatte Elijah Isaiah das erste Mal kennen gelernt. Er und Liz hatten sich über Reddit kennen gelernt (zugegeben noch immer eine Plattform, mit der er nur– langsam warm wurde), auch Pavel kannte den Blonden zuvor nicht. Eine illustre Truppe, geradewegs auf den Weg zu einem Hotel, in dem eine undefinierte Anzahl an Menschen bereits ihr Leben gelassen hatte. Großartig.  Sie alle fuhren in Liz’ RV in Richtung des Hotels, der Brünette hatte auf dem Beifahrersitz Platz genommen und unterhielt sich immer Mal wieder sporadisch mit der Fahrerin, die meiste Zeit schwieg er aber, während sich Elizabeth mit Isaiah und Pavel über ihre Leidenschaften austauschte: Geister, Kryptiden, okkulte Rituale, Dämonen oder seltsame Gestalten, die die Wälder von Nirgendwo beherbergten. Irgendwann ging es darum, dass sie beide irgendeinem Podcast beiwohnen sollten und sicherlich fantastische Geschichten zu erzählen hatten, woraufhin Elijah kaum merklich die Augen verdrehte und aus dem Fenster sah, sein Buch auf seinen Oberschenkel legte und sich den Nasenrücken massierte. ‘If this kid ain’t gonna shut up for one second, I think I’m gonna–’, dachte er, doch brach den Gedanken ab. Ein Innehalten, das er nicht selbst zu verantworten hatte. Sein Blick ging zu Elizabeth, die ihre Hand auf seine legte und ihm aufmunternd zulächelte. Momente wie diese waren so hübsch an ihr; wenn man sie nur gut genug kannte, konnte man ihr alles ansehen, dachte er, jedes Gefühl in allen Nuancen. “I like your sweater”, lächelte sie breiter auf und er sah an sich herunter, schmunzelte und nickte. Natürlich mochte sie ihn, sie hatte ihm den grobmaschigen blauen ‘Apollo 11’-Pullover geschenkt.

“Gods, this is the coolest thing I’ve seen in ages, you’re a genius for suggesting this!”, kommentierte der Blonde irgendwann und hatte sich zwischen Fahrer- und Beifahrersitz niedergekniet, “Pavel, take a look at this beauty!” Der Blick, der zu dem Podcast-Host hinüber ging war nur ein flüchtiger, auch Elijah kam nur schwer darum herum ebenfalls das Haus vor sich zu betrachten: doch im Gegensatz zu den anderen beschlich ihn ein ungutes Gefühl. Irgendetwas hatte dieser Ort an sich, was ihn unwohl sein ließ. Als eine Schönheit würde er das Overlook nicht unbedingt bezeichnen. Das Gebäude ragte fast schon bedrohlich in den dämmernden Himmel, die Wolken zogen schneller als sonst. Als sie ausstiegen schien eine unheilvolle Brise die Luft zu durchziehen. In dem Gemäuer vor ihnen schien stumm die Vergangenheit des Hotels wiederzuhallen, das hier Geschehene hing schwer in der Luft, als hätten sich die Tragödien in der Beschaffenheit des Bodens festgesetzt⸺ Elijah schluckte schwer. Für eine Weile hoffte er, dass der Schnee so hoch liegen würde, als dass der Eingang nicht mehr zugänglich war. Aber vergebens.  Gedanken, Gefühle und Eindrücke, die die drei anderen offensichtlich nicht zu teilen schienen. Er machte ein Foto von der Szenerie, ehe sein Blick ging zu ihnen ging, während er an seiner Zigarette zog.

Im Inneren hatten sie darüber nachgedacht, dass sie sich aufteilen könnten: Etwas, was Elijah nicht ganz verstand. Auch, wenn er kaum Horrorfilme in seinem Leben gesehen hatte, so war ihm schon während dem ‘Blair Witch’-Filmabend bewusst geworden, dass aufteilen immer die denkbar schlechteste Idee war. “I have a bad feeling about this”, hatte er Elizabeth irgendwann in das Vertrauen gezogen, während sich der Geisterjäger und der Podcaster unterhalten hatten. “I’ll be with you shortly, Eli, promised. There should be a maze around here, I bet there’s some scary stuff to investigate there, too. I’ll be with you in five, just let me get a look at the foyer, will ya?” Ihr Lächeln wurde breiter, seines ebenfalls. Behutsam strich er über das Haar der Brünetten, küsste ihre Schläfe und nickte.  “Be careful in there, alright?”, hatte er ihr noch leise gesagt. “Took you long enough. So where we wanna go first?”

Elijahs Laune sank minütlich. Ihm war kalt, er hatte keine Lust auf irgendetwas Paranormales und wäre deutlich lieber einfach abends in ein Pub gegangen und hätte es sich bei einem Bier gut gehen lassen. In der fünften Minute hatte er tief durchgeatmet und sich daran erinnert, dass er all das hier für Liz tat, die viel Wert darauf legte, dass er hier war. Und irgendwo rührte es ihn auch, dass sie ihn dabei haben wollte. Bei Minute dreizehn war ihm gänzlich die Lust vergangen. Er dachte daran, wie Isaiah seinen Arm um Liz’ Hals gelegt hatte, als die Texanerin die letzten Meter zu ihren Freunden aufgeholt hatte. “You’re a genius for suggesting this, I bet you have fantastic stories to tell, Do YoU wAnNa JoIn My PoDcAsT?”, äffte er leise den Blonden nach, als er an seiner Zigarette zog, eine Weile lang auf und ab ging. “Fuck off. I listen to these stories, not some pretentious kid from Michigan. LoOk At Me I hAvE sO aNd So MaNy MoNtHlY lIsTeNeRs. Who gives a shit”, fluchte er und warf die Zigarette in den Schnee, ehe er sich umdrehte und zum Eingang des Labyrinths sah. Er musterte Liz, die hinter einer der Hecken stand und für einige Augenblicke befürchtete er, dass sie ihn gehört hatte. “What took you so long? I thought you’d stand me up for a fucking hotel.” Sie lächelte breiter und verschwand hinter der Hecke, was ihn zum Lächeln brachte und er ihr hinterher ging. Manchmal sah er nur einen Schatten von ihr, bat sie darum langsamer zu laufen und kam die meiste Zeit kaum hinterher, bis sie in der Mitte des Labyrinthes angekommen waren. Sie stand in der Mitte, sie hatte ihren Schal und die Jacke abgelegt und stand im weißen Kleid vor ihm. “Love…”, sagte er leise und ging ein paar Schritte auf sie zu, zog sich seine Jacke aus und legte sie ihr um, ehe er ihr die Mütze aufsetzte und über ihre Schultern rieb, um sie aufzuwärmen. Ihre Lippen waren blau, ihre Nasenspitze rot und sie fror am ganzen Körper. “Liz, we need to get you back to the RV. You’re freezing.” Sie nickte ruhig und sah zu ihm hoch, lächelte selig auf und lehnte sich an ihn. “Don’t you wanna stay a while?”, fragte sie ihn und lächelte ihm zuckersüß entgegen, strich mit ihren kalten Fingern sanft über seine Wange. Ein kalter Schauer lief ihn über den Rücken, ehe er ihre Hand nahm und sie zwischen seine legte. “It’s 20°F, love, and even though the sweater’s comfy and all, it ain’t the solution for these temperatures. Your RV’s all nice and toasty for you, hm?”“But I want you to stay, Elijah.” Sie nannte ihn selten bei seinem vollen Vornamen. Eigentlich nur, wenn sie wütend auf ihn war. Oder verzweifelt. “Take this”, fuhr sie fort und legte behutsam etwas in seine Hand, verdeckte den Gegenstand aber.

Ì̷̞͍̦͎͖͆̐͒̿̊ ̸̻̘̗̔̈̏n̷͉͖̝͒̓̑̀͛́e̴͈̐̋͆̾͗͜͠͝e̶̻̼̜͍̓̿͝ͅd̸̼̅ ̷̄͂͠ͅy̸͇̠͊̌̿o̵̱̬̤̺͈̮͕͆̆͠ú̶̻̚͝ ̴̢̧̦̩̝̍̓̾̅̈́͗̚ͅṯ̶̹͕͛̉̌͂o̸̧̡̮͈͕̿̉̽ ̴̟͎̱̋̍͝f̶͉̺̏į̵̯͕̪́̓͐́́͒n̶̢̼̟̱͚̖̺̄ḍ̴̜̺̘̻͓̰̊͛͊ ̵̢̫̭̀̊́̄̑̐ṃ̵̈́́͑ê̷̩̈́̎͝ ̴͙̝̘̬͖̬̔t̶̢̻͓͔̼̘̝̄̈̈͊̄h̴̨̛̛̙͗̉̈ę̴͓̪͇̯̻͊͋̈́̔̆͐r̵̢̥̝͂͗̈̔̍͗̊e̵̡̙̙͐̽͒̒.̷̖͙͇̦̯̼͐̌̈́̚͜ ̷̭̟̩̖̘̰͜͝I̵̛̥̝̐̕ͅ’̸̠̝͎̥̟́̕͜ͅm̷̱̞͈̎̔̎̎͗̆͜ ̷͙͕̰͖̜̍̋͛̅͒ş̵̭̜̥́̒̈́̎͆c̷͈̹̏̈́ą̵̪́̂͗̋͝r̴̢̨̞̠͓͓͎͑̉͌̈͝e̷̢̝̔̀͌d̵͙̜̣͚̃̽̈̅̓̕̚ͅ,̴͔̬̬̻͖͈͊̃͑͋̒̆͗ ̵̢̨̬̔͒͑͑͂͝E̶͔͉̲͌̄̓̄͊̾̚l̷͈̊͆͝ĭ̵̥͙̮͎̹̥͔̃́̈́̋̕j̶̺̮̍a̴͕̽́̒̂̚h̷̙̤̱͖͉͙̏.̶͔̞̫̙̇”̷̡̰̭̭̤̺̃ Ihre Gesichtszüge veränderten sich, wurden seltsam weit, verzerrt, er hatte das Gefühl, als entglitt sie ihm. Es war, als würden Realität und Albtraum willkürlich die Plätze tauschen. “Elijah, I don’t know where I am. I’m scared. Where are you? Ẃ̶̨͕̏͋̈̄̓͝h̶̛͙̠̙̳ͅy̵̢̙̣̣͉̎͊̋̑̋͜ ̷̬̂d̵̹̮̦̩̘͑͆͜͝ỉ̶̛̩͍̞̑͜͝d̵̰͈̉̔͊͊͊̆ ̸̖̝̰̙̣́́̊̽͆̐ͅy̶̫͚͇̾̊̃͛̈̏ò̷͙̘͍͈̜̯u̸̘̖̬̳̙͌̇́͠͝ ̸̢̱̝͍̖͚̜̾̎̓L̸̢̰͍͔̞̱̗͋̂̕Ẽ̸͚̖̎͆̿̏̕͝Á̷̢̟̪̹̳̟̇̽̀͠ͅV̶̜̂͜Ë̷̱̋̈̅ ̴̡̪͖͕̼̾M̵̢͍̙̟̟̖̪̑̐͑̓̔̄Ė̶̼̹͛̇̀?̵̡̟̠̫͌̂͂͑̆̔͒͜!̴̺͓̋” Die Mimik des Brünetten wandelte sich von Zuneigung in Irritation und schließlich in Furcht. Auch, wenn er zuvor schon Berührungen mit Terror gehabt hatte, schien er sich nie wirklich daran zu gewöhnen. Elizabeth fiel in sich zusammen, ihre Gelenke bogen sich in schier unbeugsame Richtungen, ihr Kopf lag auf dem Boden auf, sah mit weit aufgerissenen Augen zu ihm hoch.  Sein Atem ging flach. Es war schwer seinen Augen zu trauen. Für eine Weile verharrten sie so, ehe sie sich auf allen Vieren über das schneebedeckte Kiesbett davon stahl, ihr Kopf und die langen, braunen Haare zogen den Schnee mit sich, bis sie hinter einer der Hecken verschwand.  Minutenlang hatte er in der Eiseskälte gestanden, seine Fingerglieder wurden allmählich blau. Sein Blick fiel auf den Schlüssel mit einem roten Anhänger in seiner Hand.  𝐙𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑𝟕.

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If there’s one thing I don’t like about RWBY: Beyond, it was the choice to make it fully voice-acted. While I do absolutely love what we were given, it’s really obvious that CRWBY was working with whatever resources they had left, and were unable to get many of the show’s voice actors back before Rooster Teeth shut down, so they couldn’t make many stories for the miniseries.

So, what I think would have made for a good RWBY: Beyond episode is @pmpknsoup’s post featuring Ruby and Robyn that I’ve brought up too many times on this blog.

This will be the third time I touch on that post, but I can’t promise that it will be the last.

Feel free to comment or reblog how you think this would have gone.

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(In Theodore’s office in Shade Academy at early evening, Team RWBY and Jaune Arc face the main members of the Remnant Alliance, consisting of Team JNPR plus Oscar Pine/Ozpin and Emerald Sustrai, Team STRQ, the Ace-Ops, the Happy Huntresses, Winter Schnee, Team SSSNN, Team CFVY, Whitley Schnee, Willow Schnee, Klein Sieben, Maria Calavera, Dr. Pietro Polendina, Ghira Belladonna, Kali Belladonna, Ilia Amitola, Bartholomew Oobleck, Peter Port, Glynda Goodwitch, Theodore, Xanthe Rumpole, and Zwei.)

RUBY: Listen. Thanks, everyone, for your patience.

RUBY: It took a while to figure out how to tell you, and I know being left in the dark about our whereabouts over the remainder of the winter, the whole spring, and the summer has left you anxious, but now, I’ve decided it’s time to reveal what’s been going on. Robyn, I’ll need your Semblance to prove all of this correct.

ROBYN: Uh, okay.

(Robyn steps away from the group, removes her glove, and joins hands with Ruby. Her Semblance turns on and glows green with every piece of information Ruby gives.)

ROBYN: So, you guys didn’t make it out of the pocket dimension before it collapsed. Where did you guys fall to?

RUBY: Well, after I fell, I regained consciousness on a beach surrounded by giant seashells. I tried to hone in on a giant tree, but just ended up looping in circles. Eventually, I had to stop, then found a mouse trying to pull a plant out of the ground. I pulled the plant, which turned out to be a cheese plant, out for the mouse, and fed it to them. After the mouse revealed that they could talk, I named them Little, and they decided to stay by my side as I tried to get home. Then we found Weiss and Blake captured in vines by a whole village of talking mice. It didn’t take much convincing to get them to let them go. Then we went to look for Yang and found a creepy Grimm-looking creature moving jerkily. And I mean very creepy. (IMITATING JABBERWALKER) “Stalking. Searching. Waiting. Listening.” (NORMAL VOICE) Then Yang came barreling out, already fighting the creature while missing her arm. Then Blake realized we were in our favorite childhood fairy tale, The Girl Who Fell Through the World.

(Confusion and wonder all around. “That fairy tale?” “The Ever After?” “It’s real?”)

OSCAR: That fairy tale actually happened? And the Ever After is real?

RUBY: Which meant the creepy Grimm-like creature was the Jabberwalker from that story. Also, Weiss had a very hard time wrapping her head around the Ever After’s absurdities.

(Weiss blushes with embarrassment.)

WEISS: I did not.

RUBY: Our hands are glowing green, Weiss. Robyn’s Semblance never fails. Then we went to the village in the King’s Acre to barter with the Jinxy Peddler, who had stolen Yang’s arm. Well, they don’t “steal”, they just “take things others aren’t looking at”. Fair is fair, right, Little?

ROBYN: Sounds like a legitimate businessperson.

WEISS: Right?

EMERALD: Wait, you guys met the Jinxy Peddler?

VELVET: Was he cute?

WEISS: Cute? He was adorable!

RUBY: And, despite being older than he was in the book, his strategy was the same, selling treasures that are really other items in disguise. If my memory serves me right, he had a yellow scepter, a pink rabbit statue, and a marionette-like doll. Toy soldiers won the scepter, and we only got it back from them because Little tried stealing the marionette, exposing Jinxy’s treasures as fakes. The rabbit statue was another mouse, the scepter was Yang’s arm, and the marionette was one of Penny’s Floating Array swords. The soldiers followed us to arrest us for stealing Yang’s arm, or “royal property”, before I traded Penny’s sword, and told them she was the greatest warrior to ever live. “She was touched by magic, and she gave her life for thousands. She took a message of hope to the stars, and she saw the world through better eyes.”

(The gang gets emotional, especially Winter and Pietro, who are comforted by their loved ones.)

RUBY: The soldiers escorted us to the Crimson Castle for the birthday of who we thought was the Red King, but turned out to be the Red Prince, who was more of a spoiled brat than Weiss was at Beacon.

YANG: (nudging Weiss) Heh-heh.

RUBY: We challenged him to a game of chess, where he shrunk the girls to the size of chess pawns. Not that it hindered their performance against the Prince’s pawns. When we revealed that we’re humans and beat him, he threw a tantrum and wanted us beheaded, and the Curious Cat rescued us.

(More interested chatter. Nora Valkyrie gets giddy.)

NORA: The Curious Cat?!

REN: Were they as chatty as the book made them out to be?

RUBY: Mm-hm. Not to mention easily distracted. Anyway, they took us to look for ingredients for a Growgurt Parfait in the Garden’s Acre, and we told them our life story, but because we kept getting distracted with our internal conflicts, we kept losing them over and over again. After the third time, when they asked me how I’m supposed to save the world now that Salem has two out of four Relics and that Atlas is gone, we met an herbalist, a caterpillar named Herb who seemed to be asking us questions to figure out what medicine he needed to make to help us. Looking back, he was being reasonable, as too little medicine is useless, but too much medicine is toxic. Eventually, Herb just decided to smoke a hookah for a bit and drugged us with leaves that made us see our past selves tempting us to “go back”. To be free. To be simple. To be whole. To be different. The other girls rejected and had already accepted their failures as something to learn from, but I almost gave in, before the Cat stopped me, then got Herb swallowed by a hole in the ground.

(The gang chatters in moods ranging from confusion to nervousness.)

TAI: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up. You guys did drugs?

QROW: Don’t let alcoholism be next, girls.

RUBY: Anyway, the Cat led us to a market to keep looking for the Parfait ingredients. Along the way, they told us about a process that occurs when an Afteran is no longer doing their assigned role, triggered by them losing their ways, wearing out, doubting themselves, or even just finishing their assigned tasks, upon which they are taken to the Great Tree and repurposed into someone or something else with a new identity, personality, and role. Their memories are erased in the process, but the heart very rarely forgets. They don’t die. They ascend.

(Such a concept catches the interest of the gang.)

REMNANT ALLIANCE: Ooh.

EMERALD: Talk about a potential existential crisis.

RUBY: Hence why there was no Red King when we got to the Castle. He lost his game and ascended into the brat we encountered. And the hole that swallowed Herb was him starting his own Ascension. Anyway, after we arrived at the market and got all of the Parfait ingredients, the market was attacked by Jabberwalkers using Neopolitan’s Semblance. Yeah, Neopolitan fell with us, too.

(Nora, Ren, Oscar, and Emerald grow worried.)

REN: Uh-oh.

TAI: Neopolitan? Who’s that?

RUBY: Remember Roman Torchwick, the criminal from Vale? Neo was his partner. She held me responsible for his death at the Fall of Beacon and wanted me dead to avenge him. She expressed herself through gestures and facial expressions because she couldn’t talk.

RAVEN: Was she that chick I saved Yang from on the train on Mountain Glenn?

RUBY: Yep. Then I disposed of her by opening her umbrella on an Atlas airship in the sky during the Fall of Beacon. Apparently she survived that fall without any of those Grimm surrounding us eating her.

OSCAR: Team JNPR and I last fought her right after Ironwood declared us fugitives.

RUBY: Then she fought us in the pocket dimension between here and Solitas. Heck, she was the reason Yang, Blake, and I fell. Anyway, we made the Growgurt Parfait and the girls grew back to normal size just as we got assistance from the Rusted Knight riding his white rabbit.

WHITLEY: Did Weiss go goo-goo eyes the second she laid eyes on him? She had a crush on him when she was younger.

BLAKE: I think everyone had a crush on the Rusted Knight at some point.

RUBY: Well, things didn’t help when he turned out to be a grown-up Jaune with longer hair and a beard, who grabbed a fruit that sent him back in time twenty years right after he landed.

(The gang gasps at the new knowledge of the Rusted Knight being not only Jaune, of all people, but Jaune thrown backwards in time, grown older, and living without his friends for so long.)

NORA: Oh, my Gods! Jaune!

JAUNE: I was stuck there isolated from other human contact, too.

YANG: Weiss certainly loved how mature he was.

RUBY: And the white rabbit was a jackalope Jaune named Juniper.

NORA: After his team? Aww!

RUBY: Then Jaune told us his perspective on the Tree, that he believed it was death, that Alyx backstabbed her brother Lewis, the author of the fairy tale, who wrote the story the way he wished it happened, and that the Cat couldn’t be trusted. Before long, we got caught in a “punderstorm”, which creates a physical manifestation of a mental or emotional problem. Jaune, Weiss, Juniper, and I were sent to metaphorical and literal crossroads, while Yang and Blake were sent to two broken, wooden, rickety bridges connected to a giant pillar that they could only make more planks to advance toward if they were honest about their feelings for each other. Yeah, Yang and Blake are girlfriends now.

(As Yang and Blake blush at each other, everyone’s hearts melt, all proud for the Bees.)

REMNANT ALLIANCE: Aww!

NORA: See, Ren? I told you there was more going on!

KALI: Our baby girl found love?

TAI: With my sunny little dragon?

RAVEN: Wow. She really is your daughter, Tai.

TAI: What’s that supposed to mean?

RAVEN: A tall, muscular, boisterous blonde who tells bad jokes pining after a brooding dark-haired beauty? A tale as old as time.

RUBY: Then the Cat bailed on us after mistaking us for selfishly using them to get home, and once the storm passed, Jaune let us spend the night in his house in the Origami Acre, then he introduced us the next morning to a village of paper stars called the Paper Pleasers. They seemed very dumb and clumsy at first, because of the daily disasters they were causing, but, at the end of the day, were very hospitable. He also named them after all of us. On Jaune’s to-do list, I saw Ren, Ruby, Oscar, Nora, Neptune, and Pyrrha.

(Not a word is spoken as everyone exchanges concerned and uncomfortable looks with each other.)

RUBY: Anyway, a Paper Pleaser told us they kept causing disasters because they wanted to ascend, because their purpose was long since finished, but Jaune was stopping them because of his belief that the tree was death. They told us that the Tree isn’t death, but resurrection, rebuilding, and rebirth. Then Neo’s Jabberwalkers attacked, and while we were distracted, the Paper Pleasers finally managed to off themselves by destroying the koi pond dam and drowning in the flood, then when the girls asked me to help comfort Jaune, I blew up at them for caring more about everyone else’s feelings or getting home, taking my mental health for granted and ignoring my problems…

(Everyone leans in anxiously. Things are getting even more interesting, but not in a good way.)

(Weiss, Blake, Yang, and Jaune exchange looks of guilt.)

RUBY: …then I ran away, came across the Abandoned Acre, and entered a mansion, where Neo had made clone illusions of Roman Torchwick, Penny, Pyrrha, Professor Lionheart, Clover, Ozpin, and Ironwood, and used them to physically and psychologically abuse me, beating me up ruthlessly and blaming me for their deaths, and when the chaos was over, I felt no will to live or be myself anymore, not helped by Torchwick’s question: “Do you really think you can stand to watch more of your friends fall? Or are you ready to admit the truth, that the world would just be better off without you?”

(The gang regards Ruby with sorrow over her being trampled by her trauma. Ozpin can be heard sniffling.)

RUBY: Then Neo offered me tea made from leaves from the Tree intended to wipe me from existence. The Cat blasted her away, but then turned out to be evil and tried to possess me, while revealing that they had been trying to wear me down the whole time, then Neo fought them off and stomped Little to death, then I finally gave in, drank the tea, offing myself, and got swallowed by the Tree.

YANG: (tearing up) Oh, Rubes.

RUBY: Then I met a Blacksmith, who I also found at the market, or, rather, she found me, and then she presented me with a choice to either change my identity or be myself. I saw my mom’s weapon and was treated to a vision of the night she left with Raven on another one of Ozpin’s secret missions and never came back.

(Tai turns accusingly at Raven.)

TAI: Raven?

YANG: She lied? She left with you?

RAVEN: Yeah… Hey, like I said to her, “First time for everything.”

(The gang gives her a look.)

RAVEN: Really? Sheesh. Tough crowd.

HARE: (to Ruby) Wait. What did you say your mother’s name was again?

RUBY: Summer.

HARE: (muttering) So, her uncle is Qrow, her father is Taiyang, and her sister’s mother is Raven. All are members of Team STRQ. Summer, Summer, Summer… (out loud) Summer Rose, the leader of Team STRQ, was your mother?

REMNANT ALLIANCE: (walla) Summer?…Summer Rose?…The previous silver-eyed Huntress?…That’s Summer Rose’s daughter?

RUBY: Yeah. And then, I finally remembered my mom’s words, “I love you just the way you are,” chose to be myself, and came back to help the girls fight the Cat. And we won.

(Cheers and applause all around.)

RUBY: And then Neo killed the Cat by using the Jabberwalkers to eat them. By the way, Jabberwalkers are the only creatures to prevent Ascension if they eat Afterans.

BLAKE: On my count, there were a whopping five of them.

REMNANT ALLIANCE: (walla) Five?…Five of them?…Five Jabberwalkers?

SUN: Talk about overkill.

ELM: (after doing the multiplication math in her head) That’s gotta be over ninety teeth!

RUBY: And, according to the girls, Neo was possessed by the Cat, and she chose to accept Torchwick’s death and undergo her own Ascension. Oh, and Little ascended, too, into who we called Somewhat, and succeeded Jaune as the protector of the Ever After. By then, we had made it to the Tree by coming to terms with the truth, we’ll never be perfect, that even the most skilled Huntsmen and Huntresses have failed, and we walked through the door back home, landed inside the plane of the Tree, and met the Blacksmith again at her workshop. When we noticed two statues of the Brother Gods, she told us their backstory. That the Ever After was overfilled with plants and dangerous wildlife in its primordial years, but the Brothers were created to clear it out. Then they created the Afterans as well as the different acres for them to live in. They designed new creations that would replace them in maintaining the Ever After. This was how the Cat was created. They later created the Jabberwalker as a form of destruction. However, the two disagreed on whether it disrupted the balance or not and began to wage war.

OSCAR AND OZPIN: (both scoff) What else is new?

RUBY: The Blacksmith told us how balance isn’t supposed to be two opposing forces locked in battle; balance is an ecosystem, an organism, and a living thing, thus balance isn’t restored with force or manipulation, it’s restored naturally, requiring love and patience to see it through to the end. The Gods got to Remnant because the Ever After created a door to a “greater beyond” for them, so they can leave and experiment in creating new worlds as much as they like.

NORA: (snickering) So the Tree basically said, “You think you have life sorted out? Then get out of my house”?

RUBY: Pretty much.

(Everyone laughs at the Brother Gods basically being “kicked out of the house” by their “mom”. Some Gods they are.)

YANG: Oh, my Gods, that’s such a hilarious way of looking at it. Thanks, Nora.

RUBY: Anyway, the Blacksmith told us that we impacted the Ever After significantly, just like Somewhat, Alyx, and Lewis, and that the Cat caused a bad impact. Then she de-aged Jaune, but let him keep his memories, which explains the white streak in his hair, and made us a portal in the desert on the outskirts of the city, and now you’re all caught up.

(Ruby lets go of Robyn’s hand. The freedom fighter rejoins the rest of the Alliance.)

RUBY: So, I’m happy to announce that I’m not giving up the fight to save the world anytime soon. No longer will we be putting the entire burden of the world’s safety on one individual, for we are Team Remnant, led by us, Team RWBY!

REMNANT ALLIANCE: (walla) Yes!…Great!…Alright!…Thank goodness!…Welcome back, Ruby!…Good to have you back, kid!…Way to go, Ruby!…That’s my girl!

YANG: We’re so proud of you, Ruby.

RUBY: Thanks, guys. You and your support mean the world to me. And I’m just as proud to call you guys family. All of you.

(Everyone looks at Ruby with warmed hearts.)

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Starring the voices of:

Lindsay Jones as Ruby Rose

Cristina Vee as Robyn Hill

Aaron Dismuke as Oscar Pine

Kara Eberle as Weiss Schnee

Katie Newville as Emerald Sustrai

Caiti Ward as Velvet Scarlatina

Barbara Dunkelman as Yang Xiao Long

Samantha Ireland as Nora Valkyrie

Neath Oum as Lie Ren

Burnie Burns as Taiyang Xiao Long

Jason Liebrecht as Qrow Branwen

Anna Hullum as Raven Branwen

Howard Wang as Whitley Schnee

Arryn Zech as Blake Belladonna

Miles Luna as Jaune Arc

Tara Platt as Kali Belladonna

Anairis Quiñones as Harriet Bree

Michael Jones as Sun Wukong

Dawn M. Bennett as Elm Ederne

Shannon McCormick as Professor Ozpin

Additional Voices:

Sena Bryer as May Marigold

Ashley Burns as Coco Adel

Tiana Camacho as Glynda Goodwitch

Cam Clarke as Bartholomew Oobleck

Michele Everheart as Fiona Thyme

Dave Fennoy as Dr. Pietro Polendina

Gavin Free as Scarlet David

Caitlin Glass as Willow Schnee

Mick Lauer as Marrow Amin

Cherami Leigh as Ilia Amitola

Marissa Lenti as Joanna Greenleaf

Joe MacDonald as Yatsuhashi Daichi

Aaron Marquis as Nolan Porfirio

Elizabeth Maxwell as Winter Schnee

Max Mittelman as Fox Alistair

Josh Ornelas as Sage Ayana

Anthony Sardinha as Peter Port

Kerry Shawcross as Neptune Vasilias

Keith Silverstein as Professor Theodore

Melissa Sternenberg as Maria Calavera

J. Michael Tatum as Klein Sieben

Kent Williams as Ghira Belladonna

Anne Yatco as Xanthe Rumpole

“One Day More” section here.

Moodboard index here.

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Taiyang: a character analysis

Taiyang is a more complicated character than I think a lot of people in the fandom want to admit. And a lot of that comes from the little that we know about him and how he raised his daughters.

For instance, our first real intro to who Taiyang was in Yang and Ruby’s life was in Yang’s speech in Burning the Candle.

Yang: Ruby and I grew up in Patch, an island off the coast of Vale. Our parents were Huntsmen. Our dad taught at Signal, and our mom took on missions around the kingdom. Her name was Summer Rose, and she was, like... Super-Mom: Baker of cookies and slayer of giant monsters. And then... one day she left for a mission and never came back. (looks down as she says this, and Blake looks sorry for her) It was tough. Ruby was really torn up, but... I think she was still too young to really get what was going on, y'know? And my dad just kind of... shut down. It wasn't long before I learned why. Summer wasn't the first love he lost; she was the second. The first... was my mom. (Blake looks amazed at this information as Yang keeps talking) He wouldn't tell me everything, but I learned that the two of them had been on a team together with Summer and Qrow, and that she'd left me with him right after I was born. No one had seen her since.

In all of this, we find out a few things about him. The first, he had lost two wives, one that ran out on him and the other disappeared on a mission. And because of that, we also know he fell into depression. The second thing we learn was that he did shut down because of it. We don't exactly know what all that means, but it's a pretty safe bet that he was there, present, and still taking care of Ruby and Yang, but clearly just a shell of who he had been.

After that, we dont really find much else out until he sent Zwei to Ruby and Yang, doing it in a way that seemed pretty normal to how he does with everything Zwei could need. And even at that, there's still not much.

Then in volume 3, we learn a bit more about him through Ruby. He's still teaching at Signal, still taking missions, he presumably taught Yang to fight since Ruby specifically mentioned that he taught Yang a lot... basically giving a rundown that he's been there for them. And once we actually meet him, he's there for his daughters again, concerned about them.

Ruby had been in a coma for a while, he had checked on Yang and gave her space to give her time to let herself catch up to her new situation... and for the most part, he ends up protective if his daughters. He's glad their home, he glosses over what happened at Beacon in hopes to keep Ruby out of trouble, and isn't exactly happy to be pulled away from Ruby so Qrow could try to explain everything. Even when Ruby left, he became worried about her safety and rushed off to find her, unable to stop her.

And things get even more muddled as we see him in volume 4. He's still there for Yang, presumably helping out where he can with Vale, but still there for his daughter. So much so that he had wanted to go out of his way to get Yang a combat prosthetic and was glad that Ironwood beat him to it, even if Yang wasn't exactly happy about it. He's able to joke with Yang once she's feeling a little better, still worries about Ruby bit acknowledges he can't leave to be there for Yang, and starts helping Yang with training again once she uses her prosthetic.

What really muddies everything for him is how little we actually know about how things were when Taiyang was raising Ruby and Yang. We get from Yang that she had pick up the pieces and raised Ruby, but we never get much more out of her about it. And despite all of that, Taiyang still seemed to be present enough to care about them, read to them, take them out to Boba, and was there every step of the way with them growing up.

Even with the misteps, (Yang running off with Ruby, the advice he gave Yang (still good advice but definitely not what she needed to hear at the time), hiding bits of the past to keep away from them..) he still managed to be there and despite Yang and Ruby acknowledging a lot of the hurt they felt, he still has a good relationship with them.

I know this is probably going to be kicking a hornet's nest, and this definitely isn't meant to change anyone's views, but it needs to be laid out that a lot of Ruby’s and Yang’s homelife is a puzzle missing a lot of pieces. Maybe one day we'll get the full story, but until then, I think it's safe to say that Taiyang was an okay father dealt a really shitty hard, unintentionally hurt his daughters, but raised them the best he could given the situation.

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Persona AU part 2

*At Big Bang Burger*

(Pyrrha is eating a meal with 2 identical little girls, one of them having Pink and brown eyes, while the other having brown and pink eyes)

Heather, picking at the burger: Prisoner, What is on this thing you’re feeding me? It’s wet and soggy! I hate it!

Pyrrha: Lettuce? H-have you never seen a vegetables before? Doesn’t the bowl hat guy feed you in the velvet room?

Brunella: My sister and I have no reason to partake in consuming food for energy like humans must.

Heather, cockily: Yeah! Unlike weak humans, Brunella and I are much tougher than that!

Pyrrha, deadpanned: Then why do you need me to find the guy shutting people down across Vale?

Heather, blushing: S-shut it! That’s none of your concern! *starts removing everything except for the patty from her burger* Do you want to be punished, prisoner!?

Pyrrha, sighing: I could be hanging out with Sun or Yang right now. I didn't sign up for babysitting.

Zwei, in Pyrrha’s bag: You think we can stop by the store on the way home? We’re out of waffles and I want to have some. Nora got me hooked.

Pyrrha: Yeah, I guess.

Jaune, from behind: Pyrrha? Is that you?

Pyrrha, turning: Huh? J-Jaune?! W-what are you doing here?

Jaune, smiling: Emerald and I were hungry and decided to stop here for a meal.

Pyrrha, raising eyebrow: Emerald?

Jaune: Oh, I’m sorry. I never introduced you to her, have I? Pyrrha, this is my detective partner, Emerald.

*Jaune moves aside to reveal a dark skinned girl with short green hair*

Emerald: It’s a pleasure to meet you, miss Nikos.

Pyrrha, shaking her hand: You know my last name? *Smirks* Has Jaune been talking about me a lot or something?

Jaune, blushing: W-what?! N-no, j-just a normal amount! Nothing creepy, I swear! E-emerald, help, p-please!

Emerald, chuckling: Jaune has told me a few stories about you, but I assure you it was all professional talk. Infact, I must admit I know your last name due to our case.

Pyrrha, awkwardly: O-oh, the case?

Emerald: I doubt I need to remind you of your connections to the phantom thieves, right?

Pyrrha, forcing a smile: Of course not. I was involved in their first bust after all. My mind's still racing from simply thinking about it.

Emerald: Calling it a bust is quite generous, if I say so. I would more likely call it their first crime.

Pyrrha, still forcing a smile: Well we all can agree to disagree to that. Some people see them more as heroes if anything. In fact-

*Pyrrha heard a rude cough behind her*

Pyrrha, eyes widening: Oh, my apologies, I appear to forgotten to introduce who I’m with. Jaune and Emerald, this is Heather and Bruenella. My uhm.....sisters? F-from Mistral....we have separate fathers.

Brunella: And mothers.

Pyrrha, forcing a laugh: Hah! Good one, Bruenella.

Jaune, smiling: Why hello, it’s nice to meet you.

Heather, crossing her arms:....who exactly is this dweeb?

Jaune, wise eyed: W-Wha-

Emerald: *chuckles*

Brunella: Heather, it’s rude to call humans names. Even if they have truth to them.

Pyrrha, awkwardly: O-okay, t-that’s enough you two! Stop it! I-I’m sorry, Jaune.

Jaune, awkwardly: It’s okay. I’m used to it. I have little sisters too. They can be giant handfuls, Huh?

Pyrrha: That’s one way to put it.......

Heather, arms still crossed: So what exactly are your intentions with our prisoner?

Emerald: Prisoner?

Pyrrha: J-just a silly nickname they picked out for me. W-we have a very close relationship is all. So I’m practically their prisoner. *forces a laugh*

Emerald: Ah, I see.

Jaune: Uh...moving on. To answer the question, Pyrrha is my friend. We met because of the case actually. I’m a detective trying to solve the phantom thieves case. You probably heard of them, right? What’s your opinion on them?

Heather: I bet theyre a bunch of dumbasses.

Pyrrha: *frowns*

Jaune, eyes wide: O-oh, Uh....I was not expecting that. My, y-you have a mouth on you, huh, little lady?

Heather, arms on hips: What’s that supposed to mean?! You have a problem with that?

Jaune, hiding behind Emerald: N-no! Of c-course not!

Pyrrha, awkwardly: Wait, hold on. You two said that you're both working on this case?

Jaune: Yes.

Emerald: Jaune and I have been partners for a while now. We’ve done nearly every case together.

Jaune, smiling: Yep. I wouldn’t be anywhere if it wasn’t for my partner in crime here. I swear, she nearly does all of the work at times.

Pyrrha, under her breath: Oh my gosh. That explains so much.

Jaune: Pardon?

Pyrrha, blushing: N-nothing! So uhm...how the investigation going? Have any suspects?

Emerald: We have a handful of people at the moment, but nothing concrete on them.

Pyrrha, trying to sound playful: I sure hope I’m not on that list.

Jaune, playfully: We can’t rule you out yet missy. You’re on the top suspect list in fact. We're actually surveillancing you at the very moment. The meal was just an excuse.

Pyrrha, putting wrists together: Well you might as well take me in while you have the chance, cause my phantom thieves and I won't go in without a fight.

Jaune: *chuckles*

Brunella: Is this what humans call ‘flirting’?

Heather, grimacing: I don’t know, but it’s disgusting.

Jaune/Pyrrha: *blushes*

Pyrrha, awkwardly coughing: A-anywho, I wish you two the best of luck on your investigation.

Emerald: Oh we appreciate it, but we don’t need luck. Sooner or later these phantom thieves are going to screw up, and when they do *gets deadly serious* we’re taking these scums down.

*the tension around them get very stiff suddenly*

Pyrrha, annoyance building up: Aren’t you quite confident?

Emerald: I’m just stating a fact is all. We’re dealing with petty criminals here. And one thing they’re known at doing is screwing up. All we have to do is wait.

Pyrrha: Well how many hearts will they change before that happen though? How many have they changed so far, in fact? 2 wasn’t it?

Emerald, clenching her teeth: Tha-

Jaune, smiling: It was 3 actually.

Emerald: *glares at Jaune*

Pyrrha: Oh was it? My apologies. It’s easy to lose count, isn’t it? I wonder if they’re going to go into the double digits by the time you get any breakthroughs though. Surely that would be quite embarrassing for someone as proud as yourself, Emerald?

*Pyrrha and Emerald begin staring intently at each other*

Jaune, awkwardly: A-anyway, h-how About we drop the subject for now?The tension is getting too thick for my likings.

Emerald, smiling again: Of course. My apologies for changing the mood. It was rude of me.

Pyrrha, fake smiling: No, it’s okay. I'm partial at fault too. The Phantom Thieves have really divided people lately. It’s only natural for discussions of them to get heated.

Emerald, smiling: Agreed. *checks scroll* Oh god. Look at the time. We’re late. Our apologies, but we must leave.

Jaune: But we haven’t ate? I’m starving.

Emerald, playfully: Just ask Pyrrha to make you waffles later.

Pyrrha: What?

Emerald: Waffles. You guys were discussing about buying them before we interrupted, right?

Jaune: They were?

Pyrrha: O-oh....Yeah, I guess I recall that.

*Zwei in the bag slightly shakes*

Emerald: It was nice meeting you, miss Nikos. Perhaps we can have a cup of coffee one of these days and try to have a more civil discussion about the Phantom thieves.

Pyrrha: I would appreciate that.

Jaune, being dragged out by Emerald: U-uh, b-bye, Pyrrha! C-catch you around! *In the distance* H-hey, watch the collar.

Pyrrha, waving: Goodbye!

*Jaune and Emerald leave*

Brunella:........was that your, what’s the word again.....boyfriend?

Pyrrha, blushing: N-no!!!!!!

[patchedrabbit]

There's a Hole that You Fill.

Pairing: Gregor Samsa (Limbus Company)/M!Fixer!Reader Warnings: Vague and brief mention of violence, Emetophobia (in picture, not fic) Commissioned by @wizardofwoof Previous | Next

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from agitated dreams, he found his room transformed around his bed into a monstrous vermin.

That is, to say, it was unfamiliar. And if he followed Faust’s explanation correctly, that entailed a shift in his psyche. So despite the metal walls appearing softer than usual, and the messages on the walls rearranged into something more reassuring, there was the kicker of not knowing what had changed, even when he knew something was off.

And the butterflies kicking in his stomach were getting awfully annoying too.

“Gregor, babe~ what’s that far-away stare for? You don’t wanna make poor Dante turn back the clock more than they have to, do you?” Gregor huffs at the woman mocking him as he slashes at one of the Rats who thought it’d be a good idea to bash on Mephistopheles. “As if— that’s the last of them, anyway. C’mon.” The Sinner hides the embarrassing expression growing on his face by pretending to clean his glasses (is that a spec of blood? Must scrub even harder!), though he never knew Rodion to be a quitter. “You can’t keep dodging the question forever… what’s on your mind?” “Nothing much. My room just changed.” “Changed how? Like someone reorganized it or…” Gregor sighs and throws his coat over his shoulder, and uses his hand to properly push Rodion away. “If that was it you wouldn’t be bugging me so bad.” Rodion stifles a smirk at that specific wording — she purposefully isn’t hiding it very well and it’s driving Gregor crazy — and leans on his head with her arm. “Why don’t you show me around then, hmm?” “Maybe if it’ll get you to shut up,” he mumbles. “What was that?” “Huh- oh, uh, nothing, sure.”

Once steel hard walls now appear to have the texture of lace, with a light pink to match. Words that once read no more have now been covered with paint, taking on the form of hearts and stars and all sorts of other shapes. Curiously, it looked different than the blood once coating the room, the red more vibrant and childlike than the rich scarlet from before. The only thing that seemed to have avoided the repaint was the ashtray residing on the counter next to Gregor’s bed. “Still haven’t given up that smoking habit? But this place seems like you’ve had a little feel-good arc, no?” “I’ll give it up once you give up your gambling,” Gregor replies, although he’s too occupied moseying to his bed and collapsing onto it to think about what he’s saying. Still, Rodion chuckles with a, “touché,” and leans by the entrance. “Is it that Fixer from the other day?” “Was — ”

“What was he from… was it Zwei?” “Yeah, I think, but—” “A little birdie told me that we got a contract that says they’ll be working with us again~” Gregor places his hand over his face and makes an exasperated sigh, pulling at his skin as he drags it downwards. He turns his head to look at Rodion, and she has the most shit-eating grin on her face. “I don’t know what makes you assume all that.” “It’s really easy to tell when you get attached, hun,” she tilts her head and places her hands on her hips, almost disapprovingly. “It is?” “Oh. Oh, Greg. “You’re fucked.”

Even as Vergilius is giving some kind of instruction, Gregor still finds himself distracted; though, it’s not like the other Sinners aren’t consistently distracted as well. He only snaps back to attention when asked if they understood… which they obviously did not. But that would be Dante’s problem, and besides, Gregor was one of the more composed fighters out of the bunch.

When they’re forced off the bus to meet up with the Zwei Fixers (something about another unusual Abnormality breakout, supposedly there’d be a Golden Bough trade-off that Gregor was certain wouldn’t go over smoothly), he finds himself stuck in one place and just staring intently, searching for someone in particular. He jumps when there’s a voice behind him. “Gregor! I heard help was hired for this mission, but I didn’t imagine it’d be you guys again!” Good God, he practically melts. But he knows better than to be caught unaware, shaking off the after-effects, and glances over his shoulder.

“Hey, bud, didn’t know you’d be here. They got you working to the bone, huh?” “Well, with the casualties from last time, we’re going to be lacking units for a while… but it’s not all bad.”

He lost his religion a long time ago, but he finds himself praying that that sort of naivety won’t get you killed. Still, it was heartwarming to see you in good spirits.

You offer a hand to him, and he stands awkwardly for a moment, unsure. Were you expecting… a handshake? He barely catches you shaking your head before grabbing his hand and dragging him along, to catch up with the rest of the group. He thinks he hears you say it's safer if we stick together, right?

It's hard to make out over the pounding in his ears.

The battles were a bit of a blur. That sorta thing happens when it's the same thing over and over; a repetition he wasn't so fond of. He was the least fond of the fact the only fight he remembered was when he got caught off guard and almost shred to bits — if you hadn't stepped in and swept the opponent away with your blade, that is. You had said the slogan then, "We're the Zwei, 'Your Shield,'" and despite how cheesy it was and how he couldn't even be certain it was directed towards him (he swore by the look in your eyes that it was, and even if he misinterpreted that, he prayed it was still true), Gregor had mouthed something in response.

He didn't say goodbye to you when the company and the association had gone their  ways, though he knew you wouldn't mind. You were far too nice to him for that.

"Geg? I'm hearing some banging, and not the good kind," Rodion spoke with a singsong voice, intruding into Gregor's room, unannounced and unwanted. It had changed again. "What's wrong?"

"...I said 'I love you.' He didn't even hear."

The taller Sinner sat by Gregor's bed, crossing her arms and sighing. "You'll just have to try again then, won't you?"

He opens his eyes slowly, sending her a glare, when her intentions finally hit him. He laughed and smothered the cigarette in his mouth in the ashtray to his right.

"Guess you're right."