#there's a horde of grimm

[bestworstcase]

at this point careening fully away from serious canonical speculation and into the fanfic lore sandbox because this is one of those things i think about a Normal Amount. LETS GO

to kick off i’m pretty firmly in the camp of thinking that ozma’s influence over the development of remnants cultures has been wildly overestimated by both the fandom at large and also in-universe by the huntsman system (<- deliberately); he is One Guy whose foremost goal for millennia has been to make sure nobody learns his secrets, and to that end we know that he’s spent his most recent two lives 1. sitting in a tower at the head of conspiracy formed of, like, twelve other people, and 2. nearly getting his kingdom wiped off the map because he tried to keep the peace by letting a hostile foreign empire colonize his own people; i am skeptical as to how effective ozma’s efforts to keep humanity culturally ‘on track’ actually is, past the very broad scope notional success of getting the brother-cult off the ground.

see also, the tangible contrast between the huntsman model presented in V1-3 smacking face-first into those villagers at the beginning of V4 who were like “oh hey that huge old geist you four trainee huntsmen had to work your butts off to kill has been bothering us for WEEKS, thanks for dealing with it for us. such a nuisance lol amiright. what’s that? you want us to go to mistral with you? HAHAHA no thank you.”

or oscar “zero aura training and didn’t know what a semblance is” pine, fourteen year old farmhand, going pfft no i’ve never had any combat training or anything that’s crazy, i just fended off the occasional small grimm :)

factoring in that mathematically the population numbers given and relative size of the big cities would suggest that something like half or more of remnant’s total population live in rural settlements outside the kingdoms—well. there’s a solid textual basis for thinking that the huntsman model is not as universally culturally dominant as the huntsmen would like to believe. also, the world is big.

anyways

what’s fun about this, if we take ancillary materials into consideration, we have a pretty good sense of what grimm are actually after—and it’s not feelings, it’s aura. grimm eat aura:

Gill had experimented once with transferring Aura into a Grimm that had been roaming near the Wasteland base. The Aura had been absorbed quickly and began pulling more from Gill, faster and faster, until she ended their connection.

The Grimm hadn’t seemed altered by the Aura at all. Whatever they were, they didn’t use it for power, and they didn’t have souls. But it had consumed the Aura.

…and they don’t seem to need to kill to get it. they can siphon it out of people too, cinder-style. the killing seems to mainly be a way of getting around the part where people really don’t like it if you suck the aura out of them. if negativity factors into it in any meaningful sense (<- as opposed to “bad feelings attract grimm” being a superstition) then it’s probably because intense emotions galvanize aura—see every character who’s manifested or evolved their semblance in direct response to acute stress or trauma.

so in the practical sense what making sacrifices [human or otherwise] to the grimm has to achieve in order for ritual propitiation of the grimm to… work, is moving aura from people, to grimm, in some manner that makes it more advantageous to the grimm to play nice with you than eat you. the latter piece is the easiest to achieve, because people are quite good at killing grimm and grimm do not want to die; it’s the transference of aura that is perhaps tricky.

the most obvious way to do this is to feed your enemies to the grimm.

i would expect any cultural group that put a social premium on warfare and/or prowess in battle and engaged in specifically raiding warfare to develop Some Degree of symbiotic relationships with the local grimm for the obvious reason that if you can strike up with an alliance with grimm [something we know to be possible; see also, the white fang ferrying grimm to beacon and the huntsmen forming an ad hoc temporary alliance with grimm during the climactic battle of before the dawn] then you can redirect the predation away from your group onto the groups you don’t like and/or are competing with for territory and resources.

grimm as war gods is the obvious model here. population density is less of a consideration if your sacrifices are all raid captives and if you’re engaging in raiding warfare as a prominent feature of your way of life you probably don’t have the subsistence base to be sustaining high population density anyways (because otherwise you’d be doing siege warfare)

but the other question is, does it need to be human sacrifice. or can it be animals with their auras awakened (<- a la zwei.) or can it be portions of the harvest saturated with aura. or can it be the village witch with the semblance that lets her channel her aura into other people who realizes that hey the grimm chill out when she pours aura into them. it’s not like aura is a limited or non-replenishable resource—as long as you’re not pulling a pietro and ripping out chunks of your soul, aura is just an energy that you can regenerate (quite rapidly!) with focus and emotional discipline, and auras breaking doesn't seem to have any harmful effect in and of itself other than the obvious consequence of not being immune to damage anymore.

and for that matter, is the average huntsman a juicier target for the grimm because of having their aura unlocked, because if so there’s bound to be different ratios of unlocked auras to dormant ones that are most advantageous for any given group of people based on how they’re living; for sedentary agriculturalists a high density of non-warriors with unlocked auras might actually be dangerous because non-combatants with juiced auras are sitting ducks vs say a group of nomadic pastoralists maybe can’t afford to NOT unlock everyone’s auras. and that in turn changed the cultural relationship with the grimm because the latter are probably encountering them far more often.

(for that matter i imagine nomadism on remnant is a lot more competitive with sedentary agriculture because having mass numbers of people-eating monsters roaming the world does rather change the calculus on how beneficial it is to stay in one place and farm, even if ultimately the higher density and technological advantages baked into sedentary agriculture do still dominate. again this is something we see hints of in canon, with the branwens and with the nomadic desert peoples in the CFVY novels; nomadism is a viable strategy for reducing the threat of grimm even with all other factors being equal.)

i do tend to land on thinking that grimm-worship is probably positively correlated with full or partial nomadism simply because 1. grimm encounters are likely to be less severe but more frequent, and 2. grimm-worship probably works best at low population densities, which makes it more attractive if your subsistence base is low density to begin with. but those same factors are also true if to a lesser extent for small farms on marginal lands. and then you get stuff like folk beliefs colliding with formal religion (eg: the brother-cult) and being syncretized together in ways that are unpredictable and probably very blasphemous and i just think it would be very funny if ozma got people revering Grimm Dragons by mistake

for my own purposes i have also added “grimm ash in the water supply is BAD” into the mix such that there’s also environmental pressure on people living in wetter areas to figure out ways of dealing with grimm that don’t involve accidentally making spawning grounds out of their homes, making “you live in a wetland” one of the single biggest predictors of whether your and your culture has a history of grimm-worship. because i think that’s fun.

less shipping more cosmic horror. where are the rwby fics about quiet little coastal villages where the local fisherman brings in a haul of horrors (fish mutated by grimm goo seeping up from the thermal vents). where

[sailorblossoms-snowbaz]

Sleeping on Simon is used to show how much Baz craves physical and emotional closeness to Simon in WS (pretending to fall asleep on his shoulder iirc) and then, in SFC, it shows that Baz fully has all the closeness and intimacy he has been craving and more, including things he never thought he would have, like unconditional love and support, to have Simon want to take care of him and make him happy, comfort him and make him laugh (sleeping on Simon, who hordes all the pillows, leaving Baz to use him as his pillow) (you have to wonder if Simon does it on purpose haha)

[strqyr]

if they're gonna stick to this map, then it really must suck for all those vale citizens living in the residential area; one of the closest areas to beacon while also being surrounded by two rivers with not many bridges in sight. like, if vale didn't already evacuate the nearby areas immediately after the fall, that's a proper bottleneck waiting to happen, cos where are they going to go? towards beacon and the grimm? is there even a way out there, or does the cliffside block it out completely?

[alullinchaos]

in honor of the red trailer's 11 year anniversary, I'd like to state some facts a. grimm are canonically attracted to relics b. we have no idea what's buried in summer's cenotaph c. ruby fights one of the largest hordes of grimm in the show (proportionally/in terms of population density) in front of summer's cenotaph d. tai seems extremely reluctant to leave the area they live in e. if summer rose were to be alive her own empty grave would be one place she would have next to zero knowledge about :) that's all thank you

[etruatcaelum]

Well, yes, such borrowing would be the simplest method—however. Salem cleared her throat and said delicately, “Morphological forms of a parasitic character can all achieve that to some degree; the nightmare, the bisclavert… but, ah. To host a grimm is not something I would ask of you, or anyone.”

Even if she had thought, on numerous occasions, that this world would be a better place if everyone were a little more grimm. She’d lived long enough and through enough to know better than to indulge the sentiment; knew it amounted to nothing but a childish fantasy. In practice–

Well. It would make her no better than the Brothers she detested.

Blinking her reverie away, Salem crushed the glass ball into slivers and spills them back into the cauldron. (Maybe she could do something with that, she thought: natural obsidian, though less efficacious than quartz, was good for scrying, and the composition of ateric glass wasn’t so far removed from that.)

She turned over her hand, stirring the dark waters idly. “There is,” she murmured, “always some interchange. In the… cosmic sense, mankind and grimm are not adversaries but–” a spark of amusement. “—well, the Dark shaped us all.” Still–

“…I know you are a doctor,” she said charitably, and did not add and human. “It is only natural for you to regard the absence of human senses as a problem to correct, to… compensate–”

Her tongue clicked, and she said rather drolly: “But the obstacle I am considering is the deficiency of human perception. It is trivial for grimm to learn the meaning of any given pattern—to… know that there is is a certain arrangement of matter which humans identify using a pattern of vibrations which to you composes the word ‘steel,’ for example. That grimm do not need this layer of unconscious interpretation to understand the motion is—immaterial.”

A pause.

“You might speak into a microphone which recorded the numerical measurements of your sounds and transmitted the resultant data to me as a series of numbers, and it would take only a very little effort for me to understand your message; but of course anyone untouched by grimm would be lost.” Mouth twitching, she said lightly, “The idea is more to make accommodations on behalf of my… non-grimm associates by converting this information into an interpretable form; thus my interest in the translation performed by scrolls from–” her brow creased in distaste. “—that binary garble the towers transmit.”

He needed to breathe, and he took her interruption of his frenetic thoughts as an excuse to do so. It was hardly the first time he'd run himself out of breath in excitement for a grand idea, though it had been some time...and yet, even as his fingers sketched out the shape of his thoughts, he listened. The occasional glance up towards her indicated he was still listening, slotting her words into his own thoughts and rearranging, adjusting...

Stars and sky, the promise of this...

At her last statement, he looked up at her properly, a grin of unabashed delight visible under his mustache as he nodded firmly. Someone understood, at least!

"Yes, exactly! Even the most advanced programs require some level of condition, and struggle with probability. But, it is possible to develop a machine which bases decisions not on conditionals - which are useful, but limited as you say - but rather on probabilities, even developing preferences of its own-"

Ah. But this, however, was not the point, and he shook his head, eyes turning back to his sketches with a more thoughtful frown. His own work with artificial intelligence was not the point, and as fascinating as he found the subject - as much as it had some application in this matter - he needed to narrow his focus. Grimm. Communication. The numerical breakdown of the world being translated by a grimm into something the rest of them could interpret. Alright.

"The point being, the neural pathways of humanity or machines are trained to interpret the meaningless into the meaningful. If a grimm potentially had a way of..." He hesitated a moment, thoughts running faster than his mouth as the idea turned over, and over again. If the grimm had a way of mimicking the part of the human brain that handled speech and visuals...or could- "If it could 'borrow' the interpretive skills of a human, by tapping into their aura and...linking to them, in a way...a symbiotic relationship in this instance..."

The pencil tapped at his sketch as more thoughts flooded his mind in the wake of that one, but he took a moment to breathe. And this time, he looked up at Salem intentionally, humming lowly. "Not entirely unlike correcting for lack of hearing with a prosthetic, even in those born without any hearing at all. And would require very little change of the grimm itself, compared to making it recognize those things itself."

[lobatolive]

RWBY Grimm Eclipse Horda (sozinho) e Prova de Grimm (cooperativo)

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[dedalvs]

Top 3 Games That Don't Exist Anymore

LEMMINGS (1991)

Absolutely incredible puzzle game (based on the great lemming myth) where you attempt to guide a horde of lemmings to their home. Obstacles get in their path, so you have to give them jobs (building staicases, bashing through walls, digging, through the floor, stopping other lemmings from moving) to help them get home. It was cute, simple to understand, and INCREDIBLY difficult—especially once you got to the difficulty level "taxing".

WHAT HAPPENED TO IT

Folks just forgot about it and it kind of bounced around, never getting picked up when things like the Wii online store came out. After some remixed variants it never got a proper release.

HOW TO PLAY IT NOW

Aside from emulators, there's a free (with purchases) iOS/Android version of Lemmings now. The functionality is similar, and it's definitely cute, but it's not exactly the same in terms of gameplay, sound (the music!), and the levels are different. I'd love to be able to play the original levels again.

BOOKWORM ADVENTURES (2006)

Utterly incredible spelling game. You play a cute little bookworm who has to travel through time and literature to battle beasties by spelling words. The longer the word you spell (and the more value the letters have as in Scrabble) the more damage you do. It's cute, it's educational, it's fun, it's competitive (there are records for biggest word, most damage, etc. so you can compete with friends); it's a nearly perfect game. And there was a sequel, too!

WHAT HAPPENED TO IT

EA purchased PopCap games and then, one day, for apparently no reason, removed it from their online store. And that's it. It's gone. Forever.

HOW TO PLAY IT NOW

You can pirate it, but otherwise, the closest I've found is a mobile game called Letter Quest: Grimm's Journey by Bacon Bandits. The core functionality is there, but it's not really as clever or as cute or as fun. There's an Easter egg for fans of Bookworm, and bless them for creating a very similar game, but it is just not the same.

UNIRACERS (1994)

Also called Unirally, this was am awesome concept that was perfectly executed. You're unicycles that race really fast and do crazy tricks. All the stunts have names, you get points for them, there's track obstacles. It's simple, pure, unadulterated fun.

WHAT HAPPENED TO IT

This absolutely drives me up a wall. Pixar sued the makers of Uniracers because they said their unicycles looked like the unicycle in their short film Red's Dream from 1987. Like ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Thematically, the two things aren't similar at all, and, as the creator of the game said, "[t]here's not a lot of ways you can bring life to a unicycle without looking like the one Pixar did". Like...duh. The judge who made this ruling did irreparable damage to video games.

HOW TO PLAY IT NOW

There's no legal way to play this game, and, thanks to Pixar, there likely never will be. I've never encountered anything similar. It was such a unique play experience.

[squiddy-god]

tummy kisses from the brothers+dia

Hello! Another re upload, remember that since I'm almost done fully restoring the blog ⚠︎REQUEST ARE OPEN⚠︎ so please don't hesitate to ask anything

CW : fluffy, implied chubby reader

Lucifer 

Absolutely loves to give you tummy kisses because he knows he's the only one who gets to

They are rare because of his busy schedule but he cherishes all the ones he can give you

Small spoon Lucifer👏👏👏

Always kisses your stomach when you cuddle 

If your insecure he'll trace things on your stomach and give it kisses 

He's always so soft when he kisses your stomach 

I can also see him liking tummy kisses because ngl Luci seems a little insecure 

Please let this tired demon rest on your stomach, he needs a nap and if he can also make you so flushed and red with tummy kisses then who is he to turn that down 

Mammon 

He gets so flushed and shy but he still wants to give you stomach kisses

He'll just pull you down were he's sitting and bury his face in your tummy before stuttering out that ya better be grateful 

Always gives you tummy kisses and gets pouty if he can't

So many tummy kisses 

Also likes to rub your tummy and squish it 

Always has the brightest blush when he kisses your tummy 

If your feeling particularly insecure mammon has no problem giving you ample praise in his tsuntsun fashion 

👉👈kinda gets a little bit nippy and likes to nuzzle into your tummy because it makes you giggle (he holds your cute giggles like he hords Grimm) 

Levi 

Sweet otaku boy is so shy 

Gives you tummy kisses while you cuddle in his bathtub, his tail wrapped around you as he snuggles his bright red face into your stomach 

Idk why but I can see Levi being really fascinated by any stretch marks you may have 

Like he loves to trace them and when he kisses your tummy he always kisses your stretch marks 

It's already easy to tell he's jealous but he also gives you extra tummy kisses 

Will hide his face in your stomach so he doesn't combust 

Knows how you feel when your insecure so he tries his best to give you lots of smooches 

Satan

Surprisingly flustered about it lmao

Likes when you sit in his lap and he can give you tummy kisses

His heart might just explode if you giggle or squeal 

Another one who likes to smoosh your tummy (it reminds him of a cat) 

Also hides his face in your stomach because he doesn't want you to see him all red faced 

Likes to lay on your stomach and read, making sure to give you tummy kisses 

His kisses are always lingering and sweet, placed on any part of you that you may feel insecure about 

Likes to mumble whenever gives you tummy kisses 

Asmo

Oh honey he lives for this cute shit right here

Your going to have so much lipstick marks on your tummy because he loves to pepper your stomach with short kisses 

Always Coos at you and how adorably scrumptious you look because you can not convince me this man isn't absolutely wiped for you

His favorites are on self care nights when you take a nice bubble bath and he can kiss your cute tummy all he wants 

Shut up I like body positive asmo 

Really hates when you feel insecure and is there instantly to give you lots of tummy kisses 

Every little giggle and sound you make causes his heart to flutter 

Beel

Baby boy lives for tummy kisses 

Especially loves tummy kisses because he's the avatar of gluttony 

Will 100% randomly scoop you up and kiss your tummy 

Likes to have his hand on your stomach because it makes him feel closer to you 🥺👉👈 

Kisses all your stretch marks if you have them because he wants you to feel good about yourself 

Gets a happy puppy smile when he gets to kiss your tummy 

Gives you extra tummy kisses whenever you feel insecure because he isn't good with words 

Always kisses your tummy after you eat 

One of the least blushy brothers but dose always get a bit red when asking to kiss your tummy 

Belphie 

The moment he saw you when he was locked in the attic a part of him immediately wanted to squish you and kiss your tummy, but he had to push and bury those thoughts deep deep down

But now?? Haha belphie is a friend when it comes to tummy kisses 

On the rare occasion that he has to wake you up, he always wakes you up with tummy kisses 

Every time you cuddle, witch is a lot, he always gives you lots of tummy kisses 

Claims that he sleeps best while laying on your stomach

Could legit sleep all day in your arms

Absolutely gives extra snuggles when you feel insecure and tickles you to make you laugh while he smooches your tummy

Diavolo 

Yes please

Amazing tummy kisses from this man 

Always gives you tummy kisses in the morning and before you go to bed

Sometimes he needs to recharge during the day so he'll summon you to his office just so he can kiss your tummy

It's cute how curious he is about humans and the human body and in his words, snuggles are a great way to learn

Extremely soft ✨

It always turns into a cute fluffy mess of giggles and Dias adorable laughter because he always seems to kiss the places that make you ticklish 

Very good at comforting you with tummy kisses and will make a hole day out of it

[ficretus]

*in Vacuo cafeteria*

Weiss: I feel like we are never gonna live up to our ancestors.

Ruby: What do you mean?

Weiss: I mean, look at us and look at them. Your mother was legendary huntress, Blake's parents were pioneers of Faunus Rights Movement, my grandfather founded SDC and helped to connect the world. Sometimes I feel like all we do is fumble around and make everything worse.

Blake: You've been spending too much time in RWDE tag.

Weiss: What?

Ruby: What Blake meant to say is that we shouldn't compare ourselves to our predecessors. We are ourselves, end by being ourselves we will surpass them.

Jaune: Ruby is right. In some ways we already surpassed them. Weiss you steered your family in right direction and helped to save thousands, Ren defeated Nuckelavee and Yang's mom is a bum so Yang is better by default.

Yang: *smirks* I'll allow that.

Raven: You know I can hear you... *mutters* lousy brat.

Weiss: Weren't you overwhelmed by your family's legacy?

Jaune: I was, but then I realized this whole Arc thing is highly overrated. I mean look at the list of my ancestors. My father and grandfather were regular Huntsmen. Preceded by Dijon Arc who was farmer and condiment producer. Preceded by Cream Arc, rabbit breeder. Preceded by Beige Arc, con artist. Preceded by Lemon Arc, erotic novel writer...

Blake: Wait, Lemon is your ancestor? The person who made up Faunus heat cycles crap?

Jaune: See, completely overrated. Then there was Amarillo Arc...

*ten minutes later*

Jaune: And Flavius Arc was preceded by Aurelian Arc. No idea about that one, but I mean... look at him. Some masked weirdo.

Jaune: Aurelian Arc, born in a small town in Valean frontier. Became an elite warrior when he was 15. Overthrew corrupt pretender despot in Vale and became an Emperor of Vale. Repelled an invasion from Mantle, Mistral and Vacuo. Crushed separatists on Patch.

Ruby: Stinking revisionism...

Jaune: Repelled 753 separate Grimm hordes. Was known as Beowulf Basher, Nevermore Nullifier, Ursa Unmaker...

*5 minutes later*

Jaune: and Sabyr Strangler. Unified all of humanity under his banner as God Emperor of Remnant. Just as he was about to invade Grimmlands he was backstabbed by two of his bodyguards, Milius Lunarius and Carius Crucis. They feared that his main character energy would forever relegate everyone into irrelevance and that his sheer power made story way too boring.

Weiss: That was lot of information to take in.

Jaune: You know what... I agree with Weiss, we are never gonna live up to our ancestors.

[notmaplemable]

Since we might not get the last few volumes of RWBY, here's my totally original proposition for a scene that takes place before the final battle.

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Jaune: *Riding Juniper wearing the armor of the old king of Vale and wielding the relic of destruction, speaking to the army of Remnant as they prepare to face a seemingly unending horde of grimm*

Jaune: Arise, arise, all peoples of Remnant!

Jaune: Fell deeds await; Fire and slaughter! Spear shall be shaken, shield shall be splintered, a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!

Nora: I wish Pyrrha was here to see this.

Ren: Her spirit fights with us, as it always has.

Oscar: He does look cool in that armor...

Ozpin: He stole that speech from Lord of The Rings, you know.

Jaune: Ride now, ride now, ride! Ride for ruin and the world's ending!

Jaune: Death!

Remnant: Death!

Jaune: Death!

Remnant: Death!

Jaune: Death!

Remnant: Death!

Jaune: Forward!

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*Meanwhile with team RWBY, who are currently sneaking into Salem's fortress*

Weiss: Why did we let Jaune lead the army to save the world again?

Ruby: Because I already gave one speech to the world and I'd rather fight a thousand armies of grimm than do that again.

Blake: Fair enough.

Yang: I just want to punch Salem in the boob again.

[arc-misadventures]

Are We Even Human Anymore?

Class B, Spartan, Jaune Arc was walking down a road on the island of, Patch. He looked to his side to see a a few buildings that had gouges carved into the wood, a result of the recent, Grimm attack that had just took place. Luckily, Jaune, and the rest of team was already here to conduct standard routine patrol of the island to weed out any pockets of, Grimm.

He walked by, rifle in hand as he eyed the islands local militia, and members of the, Vale Republic Guard. Vale's standing army made of volunteer soldiers. Where the, Spartans were, Vale's spear tip to break through the, Grimm hordes, the VRG was the shield wall that held them back for the, Spartans to strike.

He spared them a fleeting glance as he walk over to see the, Spartan on command of this mission. Class A, Spartan, Raven Branwen.

A Spartans rank was decided upon by a variety of factors: Spartan children at the age of five were all considered, Class F, commonly considered the trainee class. When a trainee reached the age of age of twelve they were promoted, a sign that they were no longer solely a trainee, but an apprentice.

They were promoted to the ranks of, E, or D Class based upon their performance. And, then a B Class, Spartan, would give them training in that trainee's chosen field of expertise. A trainee could have many teachers offering tutelage to help broaden their skill sets.

Because of, Jaune's birthday present from his parents, Jaune sought out, Raven Branwen to learn the blade under her, being one of the few, Spartans to use swords. The pair had developed a close bound over their training, leading to, Jaune to be assigned to, Raven on missions quite often. As a result of this familiar bound, Jaune knew some of, Raven's little quirks, and whatnot. So as he neared her, and saw her nervously fidgeting with her hands, he knew full, and well something was up.

He called out to her on their helmets radio, concern lightly seeping into his voice as he eyed his friend. "Raven?"

"Yes, what is it?" Raven's response was filled with an air of nervousness, and worry as she all, but jumped out of her crimson, and raven black armour to face him. Cueing, Jaune on to the fact that something was wrong, but what was the question.

"Are you, are you okay, Raven?"

"I'm fine! Now, give me a status update on the situation?"

"The Grimm threat has been neutralized. Miniman causalities were sustained by the islands local militia, and VRG forces. No civilians were harmed, and no fatalities were reported either."

"Good, good good good... Inform the local commanding officer that we will be moving out shortly to patrol the area, and eliminate any other possible, Grimm threats."

"Yes, Ma'am." As, Jaune made his way to find the local commanding officer, he spared, Raven one concerned glance, hidden behind the visor of his helmet. The nervousness etched into her voice, and her desire to get away from here as fast as possible, but him on high alert.

There was something here on, Patch that made, Raven's nerves on edge. But, what could that be?

Jaune shook his head of these thoughts as he headed towards the highest rank officer among the, VRG. A major with blonde, hair, and a stubble across his face.

"Major, may I speak with you?"

The major gave him one glance before he issued some final orders to his subordinates, before walking over to, Jaune. Stopping before him, and offering him a salute, of which, Jaune offered one in kind. Despite the fact the major technically outranked, Jaune, It was common practice for most soldiers of the VRG to see, Spartans as their superiors due to their position as, Spartans.

"Major, Xiao Long, reporting, Sir!"

"At ease, Major. I am here to report to you that me, and my team will be moving out to explore the area, and eliminate any potential, Grimm threats in the area."

"Y-You're leaving already, Sir...?" There was a noticeable sound of disappointment in his voice, as he his eyes turn to look past him. Jaune followed his gaze to see he was staring at, Raven.

"Is there a problem with that, Major?"

It wasn't uncommon for officers in the, VRG to wish that, Spartan teams to linger in a spot that had just been subject to a, Grimm attack in case of the possibility of a second attack. Or, if the case the commanding officer was some fat pig they would 'ask' the, Spartans to remain to protect their shiny junk.

"Ah! No... No, Sir... if, Raven wants to leave she may leave." The way he said, Raven's name gave, Jaune pause for concern. There was no respect in his voice that one would expect to give when addressing a, Spartan. There was a sadness, and a air of familiarity in his voice as he watch his teacher from afar.

"How do you know her name, Major?" Jaune had dealt with several civilians trying to get close to himself, or his fellow, Spartans. Often they were doing this as a means of gaining status. Leading to many, Spartans to be cautious of any civilian, even those in the military when they wished to speak with a, Spartan.

"We... we were close once, Sir. I was just hoping to talk with her, and give her this." He saw the mean reach under his armour plating, and pulled out an envelope, and offered it towards, Jaune. "I understand why she wouldn't want to talk with me, I just thought she should see this. Can you give this to her, Sir; Please?"

Jaune eyed the envelope warningly as he grabbed it, and opened it, inspecting the contents. Inside was a letter, and some photos, Jaune didn't see it as anything dangerous so he decided it was safe to give it to her. He was about to close the envelope when he saw something that caught his eye. It was a photo of a smiling woman around his age, with violet eyes, and golden locks of hair with an all too familiar face.

"Who is the woman in this picture?" Jaune watched as the, Major looked around nervously at, Raven before returning his gaze back to him.

"I-I think it would be best if, Raven explain that to you, Sir." Jaune gave him one last glance before he nodded at him, and placed the photo back in the envelope.

"Very well, I shall do ask you ask, Major."

"Thank you, Sir!" Major Xiao Long, offered him a salute, which he returned in kind before making his way towards, Raven.

"Ahh good, you're finished, let's grab the others, and get going, Jaune."

"That Major back there seems to know you, Raven. He asked me to give you this.' Jaune offered the envelope to, Raven who even under the helmet he could see the nervousness in her eyes as he watch her slowly take it from his hands.

She opened it, and read the letter, her hands shaking as tears started to well up in her eyes. She then took out one of the photos he had been looking at earlier. A chocked gasp of sorrow escaped her lips. She soon removed her helmet, letting a mane of raven black hair escape it's confines, as she whipped away tears falling from her crimson eyes.

Jaune swiftly removed his helmet as he watched his teacher, his friend cry. He know, Raven for years, and she always appeared as this stoic, and collected person who was a master of her emotions, but to see her break down just from a photo? Something was wrong, something terrible.

"Raven? Raven, What's wrong?!" He placed his hand on her back as she struggled to reign in her tears, it was like watching a child bursting into tears at the lose of a loved one.

Raven soon raised her head as she took sharp gasps of air as she calmed her nerves. She looked to the sky as she steadied her nerves before turning to address her friend, and student.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I just... I didn't expect this to impact me so..."

"It's okay, Raven. It's okay... But, what the hell just happened? You just broke down into tears, I've never seen you like this before. What is in that letter?"

She took a deep sigh before she turned to look at the back of the, Major as he ordered his troops about.

"That man over there... He's someone I am... I was close to... very close to..." She pulled out another photo of the smiling blonde girl in the photo, and returned the girls radiant smile with a sorrow one of her own. "His name is, Tai Yang Xiao Long. When I was younger, just a, B Class, Spartan I met him here while out on a mission. He was just a captain then, and he was showing me, and my squad around, Patch. Local hotspots where, Grimm seemed to appear from, and what not. We stuck to each other quite a lot while we were out here, he even saved my life one time. The two of us just... clicked, you know? We just naturally fit together, so much so it hurt when we we apart from one another for too long. I used to spend my time off with him."

A smile spread across, Raven's face as she looked through another photo, before it turned into a sad smile.

"I was in, Atlas for a joint mission to deal with, Atlasian Spartans when I realized I was pregnant with his child... I was then kept in, Atlas Academy as I went through the pregnancy."

"Wait, the girl in the photos... She's your daughter?!" Jaune was shocked, Raven had her secrets just like everyone, and Jaune never wanted to pry. But, to suddenly learn his friend had a daughter his age was rather... shocking.

"Yes... she's my daughter. Her name is, Yang, Yang Xiao Long. A perfect mix between me, and him..."

"I thought she looked a lot like you, but I assumed she was your younger, Sister, not you daughter! I assume she is my age then, and since I never saw her till now. She's, Auraless?"

Raven nodded her head as she gave a hum of confirmation. "After she was test, and proved to be negative... I felt relieved."

"Relieved?"

"Yes, relieved." Raven took a deep sigh before looking at the sky. "You know what this life of our demands of us, Jaune... I didn't want that for my daughter. But, since she was, Auraless she couldn't stay with me... So, when I came back to, Vale I popped over to, Tai, and said my goodbyes; To both him, and my daughter..."

"I understand why you left her with this, Tai fellow. But, you never visited them again? You could have still been their for them, no?"

"Look at me, Jaune. Do I scream mother, housewife, any of those things?"

"Nope. You being a mother is odd enough as it is, you being a housewife, wearing an apron, and baking cookies? Now that's just crazy talk!" The pair shared a laugh at the shear ridicules of the thought of someone like, Raven as housewife. "But, just because you didn't... couldn't settle down with him, that doesn't mean you couldn't have spent time together. Getting to spend time with the man you love, and sharing in happy moments with your daughter."

"I didn't want her to get too attached to me! I was scared that if she grew too close to me, and if I died fighting against the, Grimm... It... It breaks my heart to just think about how she would react if I died... My heart can't take it, Jaune..."

"Maybe, but I think you would be just as devastated if you died as well. Because, she may not know who you are on account of you never being there for her. I think she's chasing after you in her own way." Jaune pulled out a photo of a smiling, Yang, grinning from ear to ear. Dressed in an all too familiar deep green uniform. A cadet officers uniform. "You may say she following her dad, but that smile of her reminds me more of you, Raven. In her own little ways, Raven, she's chasing after you. How much would it hurt to say hi to her? Not nearly as much as never getting the chance to I reckon."

She looked at him before she turned her gaze to look at the man she loved. "But, how am I supposed to do that? Just walk up to her, and say. 'hi?"

"You start slow, Raven. You first reunite with that, Tai fellow over there. And, then eventually he introduces you to your estranged daughter. Simple as that."

"But, is it though?"

"Are we even human anymore?"

"The unofficial moto of the, Spartans."

"That's right. Because of our training we've gone through since our childhood, we've become so detached from our emotions that we no longer seem human. This, Tai fellow, and you apparent daughter appear to keep you tethered to your humanity, Raven. Go over there, and reunite with your old flame, before that rope breaks, and you lose that humanity that we fight, and die for."

"Ha! When did you so wise, and philosophical, Jaune?"

Jaune shrugged his shoulders at her before he looked towards, Tai. "I'm a 'knight.' I probably picked up a thing, or two reading all those books about knight."

"Yeah, probably... Okay..." Raven straightened her back, as she put the envelope in her pocket. "Wish me luck."

"Luck."

Jaune smiled as he watched as, Raven walked over to, Tai, and gave him a tap on the shoulder. The surprised look, followed by that infectious smile he gave her brought a smile to his face in turn.

If we, Spartans, seemingly heartless killing machines could generate such a smile with our mere presence, then where is the truth in a question such as: 'Are we even human anymore?'

Because, how could anything, but a humans pure love for one another elicit such a reaction?

The question shouldn't be: 'Are we even human anymore?' But, 'What's stopping us from being human?'

Isn't that was make people human: Searching for what makes us human?

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

Hey so to anyone whose ever wondered why I like Jaune I could probably give a good amount of reasons.

From his knight aesthetic, to him not being a Gary Stu, but a very flawed, believable character whose trying to improve himself. Hell I LOVE that he is a reference to Joan of Arc.

That he's not classically played masculine, but also isn't portrayed effeminate or flamboyant to oppose it either. I like that Jaune feels like someone who at a glance could be from a earth.

He feels like he was a Civilian, and you know what, I also have a weakness for blue eyed blondes... Maybe that's why I Love the idea of there being a whole family of them.

Heck conceptionally Jaune has a lot in common with the stereotypical Shonen protagonist... But then again so does Ruby and Yang. And Blake fit the more edgy manga Protags...

But if I had to name one thing I like about Jaune, even more then his determination/ Willpower (Stubbornness when it's misdirected like it was in Jaunedice)

I think what I like most is, well... That Jaune is arguably the bravest character in RWBY (Oscar could be argued to be that too though)

Let me explain, so... Everyone else in Beacon is different then Jaune mentally. And the reason is simple. a combination of their aura and training...

All the main cast besides Jaune were overpowered teenagers with strength like Captain America. And there in lies the reason.

They don't view things the same way Jaune does, in the Red Trailer, we literally see Ruby tear apart a horde of Beowulves in minutes on the way to visit her mother's grave. Which implies she does this regularly on said trek.

Now for those watching we gain the same mentality and understanding as the girls of RWBY. Beowulves aren't that strong, their mobs... Weak, easy to beat and need big numbers to be even a bit challenging.

But if you simply look at them, compare them to Ruby... Every Beowulve is a freaking WEREWOLF!!!

That is fucking terrifying, take away the aura and that is a brickshitting situation Ruby is in. But to her it's really not, because she has spent her whole life killing these things to the point where she can do so effortlessly.

Hell we see this again in Yang when she literally doesn't just enter a fight with a gang of known armed criminals but starts it! Literally grabbing the kingpin by the balls.

Which, why wouldn't she, she punches fucking armored Grizzly bears to death. And so everyone one of JNPR and RWBY outside of Jaune look at Grimm and Criminals in the sense of...

Oh neat, a bad guy, let's kill/ beat them up...

When their being fired at their not thinking they could get shot, NO! Their thinking it's okay to get shot a few times cuz they have aura that'll protect them.

And that's why Jaune is so brave, he went to Beacon as a civilian, unaware of aura. Now stop and think about how far behind Jaune was actually in his own mind.

Because remember, he didn't know about aura, the stuff that lets everyone else be so OP. Jaune fought a Ursa Major and killed it without prior training and wasn't using aura techniques, he had enough physical prowess and strength to cleave through it in a single shot...

A literal Marine couldn't do that... But Jaune did, if it were a world without aura, Jaune would've easily been one of the physically strongest people. But because aura existed, people who were trained their entire lives with it are worlds apart above him.

But my point is this, everyone else isn't so much brave as confident and in Yang and Weiss's cases moreso arrogant. Ruby looked at a Goliath while she was in Mt. Glenn and her first thought was to go and kill it... That thing was a fucking Kaiju. And she wasn't scared of it, oh no she was excited to kill it!

Initiation was literally fun for Yang, she had a blast during it, Nora too, Blake wasn't concerned and until she was forced to ride a Nevermore Weiss was so at ease that she was willing to strike out on her own instead of teaming up with someone else, not once but twice.

But Jaune is different, to him, a Beowulf is a monster that can kill him in a single strike...A Ursa is a beast that could kill the strongest men... A single attack could end you life...

And yet he was still willing to take initiation, there was no second chances, or magic barrier to protect him, hell he didn't even have a gun.

Dude was gonna fight bears and Werewolfs with a sword and shield. In his mind a single blow would kill him, this wasn't fun, this wasn't exciting or something to be taken lightly.

It was a life or death struggle, and just because Pyrrha gave him aura doesn't mean that mentality magically goes away. No to Jaune Grimm still are threat, it why he shows nervousness when fighting them unlike everyone else.

But he still does... everyone else fights Grimm like it's a game or chore. But to Jaune he is actually fighting for his life, these things scare him, fighting scares him, and mentally he is still very much leaning more towards civilian.

But it's because of that that when he fights he is being braver then all the others. Not to say their cowards though.

I think ultimately that's why I like Jaune most, because I never stop realizing that he is fighting in a darksouls game while everyone else feels like their in DMC.

But despite that he doesn't hesitate to fight beside them, to try and help and is willingly putting his life on the line when everyone else is just having a easy run of it.

And I'd argue this is why Ozpin made him leader.

[dreamscapesofimagination]

Let Me Give You My Life

A/N: I'm so proud of this tbh pls love it. Posts may slow down (more lol). I’m studying for the GRE, and how well I do determines if I can get into the masters program I want to do, which then determines getting into medical school. I love the support I’ve been getting- likes, reblogs (seeing yalls tags on the reblogs makes me smile like a fool!) yall are the best!

Warnings: Cursing, Angst? Mams is insecure and possessive af but man does he ADORE you, confessions- Asmo and Lucifer are sick of y'all.

Summary: Diavolo throws a ball to celebrate some event that Mammon honestly couldn’t remember- especially not when he saw you.

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This was annoying.

Mammon had had plans tonight- a job. Sure, it was some low-budget modeling shoot for what were some hideous clothes, but still. It was going to pay well (way better than the clothes were worth, but thats because they wanted the Mammon- not some random, low-life demon)

And yet, here he was at this lame-ass ball Diavolo was throwing- commemorating some sort of success that Mammon frankly didn’t care about. Lucifer had made the attendance of the Student Council mandatory- threatening to hog-tie anyone who didn’t attend and leave them for Cerberus to toy with.

Mammon suppressed a shiver at the memory of the last time he had been subjected to that punishment. It had taken four showers and a bath to get all of the damned drool off of him- and he had needed to completely throw out his clothes.

Bastard. He glared at the back of Lucifer’s head, the elder across the room, deep in conversation with Barbatos.

Attendance was mandatory.

So where the hell was Asmo- and more importantly where the hell were you?

An ugly feeling reared its head in his chest as he thought of you sneaking around with his younger brother. Why would you be with Asmo, and not the Great Mammon?

“You know, glaring at him isn’t going to make his head explode,” Satan’s dry voice sounded from next to him, and Mammon shot a glance at the blonde demon.

“Maybe he’ll get the hint that making this mandatory was stupid. Does he not understand that some of us have better things to do?” Mammon griped.

Satan scoffed, “Sure, better to hustle money for debts you have no intention of paying back.”

Mammon’s frown deepened at his brother’s words. It never hurt less to hear how little his brothers thought of him- as if somehow his sin being greed made him lower than them. As if Asmo wouldn’t fuck anything that breathed near him, as if Beel hadn’t wreaked havoc due to his damn stomach, and as if Lucifer hadn’t damn near killed you due to his pride. Yet Mammon was somehow beneath them because he liked money and things? Bullshit.

He opened his mouth to shoot back a scathing retort about how actually he was going to use the money from the shoot to buy you the necklace that he had seen you eyeing at the jewelry store everytime he dragged you past it- but the gasps around the room pulled his attention to the staircase, and his jaw dropped.

Oh, you looked expensive. A shimmering gold dress clung to your form in all the right places (though you didn’t have any wrong places, a fact that Mammon would never say out loud).

Your thick thigh flashed from the dangerously high slit with every step down the staircase. He was faintly aware of Asmo behind you, but he knew that the attention of the room was on you, and not the demon of Lust.

That ugly feeling reared its head again when he saw Lucifer approach you, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand- no doubt with a stupid smirk on his face.

Mammon recognized the feeling, and it was much more in line with Levi’s sin than his own.

You shone more than the piles of Grimm in the bank vaults- and Mammon wanted nothing more than to steal you away and horde you to himself, like a dragon in the fantasy books you would ramble to him about. The dragons were the biggest thing he remembered, too lost in the sound of your voice to really process anything else. Besides, you said that his horns and wings reminded you of the dragons- something you had said with such a sweet voice that it was all he could do to not swoop in and kiss you.

And yet Lucifer was taking you to the dance floor, one hand wrapped around your waist.

Satan said something, but the blood rushing in Mammon’s ears muffled the sound, and when he received no response, Satan rolled his eyes and left.

Mammon wanted to approach you, steal you away from that smug bastard. But he didn’t, unable to summon the courage. Because if he did, then you would question him. If you questioned him, he would say the wrong thing- or worse, confess and face rejection from the one person in all the realms who has never looked at him with disdain.

Instead, he watched from the sidelines, snatching a flute of some sort of champagne off a waiters tray, downing it in a gulp.

After the song ended, you smiled brightly at Lucifer- a smile that should have been directed at Mammon. He watched you leave the ballroom, going out to the balcony.

“You planning on making a move? If not I’ll go see if she needs any company- after all she does look stunning in the dress I picked out,” Mammon’s gaze snapped to Asmo, whom he fixed with a glare.

“You keep your damn paws off of her- she’s my human,” he snarled. Amusement sparkled in Asmo’s eyes, and the younger laughed, “You’re lucky she only has eyes for you.”

Now that made Mammon stutter.

“Whaddya talking about?” he demanded.

Feigning ignorance, Asmo said, “maybe you should just go talk to her and stop being a moron- honestly, I love romance but at this point it is nauseating to see you two dance around each other.” With that, Asmo flounced off to chatter to some lower demon.

Mammon hated to admit it, but Asmo had piqued his interest.

Almost without his knowledge, his legs took him across the room, and he entered the balcony, carefully shutting the door behind him.

And you stole his breath away again, bathed in the faint light spilling through the windows, looking up at the stars.

You looked over your shoulder, flashing him a heart-stopping smile, “Mams! I was wondering when you were gonna come see me. The party isn’t as fun if I’m not with you.”

His cheeks burned at your words.

“We-well, I didn’t want to interrupt your dance with Lucifer,” he all but spat the Avatar of Prides name.

You giggled, “what? Are you jealous?”

Mammon rapidly shook his head, jamming his hands into his pockets as you turned to face him, leaning back on the railing.

His eyes shamelessly flitted over your form, and he imagined himself tearing into your soft flesh, burrowing a home inside your flesh where neither of you would know where one ended and the other began.

You raised an eyebrow, “You sure? I mean, I’d rather have danced with the Great Mammon, but he was too busy glaring daggers at his brother to make a move.”

You pushed off the railing, carefully approaching Mammon, who felt himself freeze in place.

All he could do was watch you, heart hammering in his chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck- and damn your height because this provided Mammon a particularly entrancing view of the pendant nestled in your cleavage- the necklace he had wanted to buy you.

He dragged his eyes back to your face, seeing amusement in your sweet gaze.

“Lucifer said it was from you,” He watched your plump lips move.

He shook his head, mumbling, “Was gonna get it for you with the pay from the gig I had lined up.”

The fact that Lucifer had gotten to it before him caused a pit in his stomach- why would you choose Mammon if you could choose his responsible, reliable older brother?

“You’re so sweet, Mams. Thank you.”

His face burned- him? Sweet?

Your soft gaze was akin to a siren song, and it was all he could do to not fall into you.

Tilting your head, you spoke with a rosy blush on your round cheeks, “Mammon,” he would do anything to hear his name fall from your lips again, “I waited for you to say something, but I don’t want to wait any more. I want to be with you. I’ve never met anyone who makes me feel like you do. I just need to know if you feel the same. If you don’t we can just go back to being friends and I’ll never bring it up again-” you were cut off when he surged forward, lips slamming against yours as his hands settled on the swell of your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled you close. He swallowed down the noise of surprise that left you, relishing the feeling of you melting into him.

He didn’t know how to avoid saying the wrong thing- but he could act.

You were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted- and he would fall from Grace a million times over if this is where he ended up. You, pressed against him, hands tangling in his white hair as your lips melded together, his hands digging into your softness, melting together until you were one.

The two of you broke away, and Mammon was sure you were an angel when he took in your flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, and dazed eyes.

He pressed his forehead to yours, chest heaving as he sucked in the air- air he would be happy to never breathe again if it meant he never had to stop kissing you.

“I’m yours- have been since you first showed up.” his words were whispered, hands coming up to cradle your face, falling into your lips again- greedy for more, more kisses, more closeness, more you.

He would trade all the Grimm in the Devildom to keep you close- if he was a dragon from your fairytales then you were the treasure he would horde.

[novankenn]

Nah-Nah =8P

In their third year as Beacon students team JNPR was sent out on what was supposed to be a simple grimm cull... it was anything but. Under assault from all sides Jaune made a final call, ordering a retreat... it was the last commend he ever made... as he was overtaken by the horde of grimm before reaching the safety of the evac bullhead.

So gathered in a small private conference room, Glynda Goodwitch proceeded to read out Jaune Arc's last will and testament to his grieving team mates.

Glynda: Now considering there are clauses in this document specifically related to Mr. Arc's family, and have been given permission I will address Jaune's final wishes for you... his team. Pyrrha openly crying.

Glynda: I Jaune Luna Arc being of sound mind and body hereby...

Nora: I wouldn't say that... is entirely true.

Glynda: divide the entirety of my estate as follows. To Pyrrha.

Civilian with passing resemblance to Jaune: Honey, they're talking about you.

Pyrrha: *sniffles* What?

Glynda: My dearest Pyrrha, the one who first believed in me and the future I wanted to achieve. My partner who helped me overcome my own foolishness and trained me to be not only a better combatant, but also a better person...

Pyrrha: *sniffles*

Glynda: ... and who abandoned me...

Pyrrha: WHAT?!?

Glynda: ... and our potential future because she was too afraid to take a risk... I leave you... A BOOT TO THE HEAD.

WHAP!

Glynda: And one for the wimp she chose to date...

WHAP!

Pyrrha: *shaking away the impact of Glynda's booted foot.* huh? What? I don't understand?

Glynda: Wait there's more... Dear Pyrrha I know you'll want something to remember me by, and you've always had your eye on my Pumpkin Pete Hoodie... so I...

Pyrrha: Thank you, Jaune... I'll cher...

Glynda: leave you a BOOT TO THE HEAD.

WHAP!

Glynda: And another one for the wimp!

WHAP!

Glynda: To my dear teammate Nora...

Nora: Ah no... I don't want no boot to the head.

Glynda: Who while made my life as a team leader very interesting, but also drove me to the brink of insanity with your vapid schemes and chaotic behavior...

Nora: *Ducking her head under the table* I'm covering my head!

Glynda: I leave three cases of pure Forever Fall refined tree sap...

Nora: Oh wow! Thanks Jau...

Glynda: and a BOOT TO THE HEAD.

WHAP! THUD!

Glynda: And another to Pyrrha and the wimp...

WHAP! WHAP!

THUD! THUD!

Glynda: To Ren...

Ren: It's okay. I don't want anything...

Glynda: ... my friend, and a rock on which I could rest when things were getting too much. You gave me health drinks and teas...

Ren: It was my pleasure...

Glynda: You did you best to curb in Nora and prevent me from strangling her...

Ren: I tried...

Glynda: a BOOT TO THE HEAD.

WHAP! THUD!

Glynda: In closing I hereby leave the entirety of my vast hidden fortune to the people of Vacuo... so they can finally move someplace nice... and a BOOT TO THE HEAD for Pyrrha and the wimp.

WHAP! WHAP! THUD! THUD!

/==/ the Inspiration /==/

[rainbow-zebra-art]

Flat color commission for @mattanzamfedora. Promoting the idea of another crossover: RWBY and Buffy the Vampire Slayer!

Here are other drawings related to the theme: Buffy Summers in RWBY universe

Buffy vs Salem

Yang and Buffy fight a Grimm horde!

Ruby wants a BTVS x RWBY crossover

BumbleBY want a BTVS x RWBY crossover

[lobatolive]

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