#this is for the rwby art challenge btw

[thesoulbonder]

Day 3 - PencilCat Art Improvement Challenge

Hey peeps!

Day 3 baybeee!

Look! Such action! Much wow!

This is one of my RWBY OCs, Kaldera Avant! She’s the leader of Team KOHL, which I’ve been developing for funsies

I made her weapon a little bit ago, and I wanted to draw her fighting style, which is pretty chaotic to say the least. I think the reference page I used is pretty close to the image in my head, which is why I used it!

I, unfortunately, don’t have the proper credit for the references, since Pinterest is Pinterest, and I found like 8 people who posted the page at the same time so idk

I actually had a lot of fun drawing Kaldera in action, so I might do it for some more OCs once their weapons are done!

Here’s the challenge link btw

[leonhaxor]

Even without having to bring up the meta, it is FASCINATING the Olympics tier gymnastics people flip through to defend a work they like. For instance, when Security Breach released as an abomination of bugs and glitches, someone tried to claim it was intended and that the game took place inside a simulation.

Or hell, the similar tier of mental gymnastics displayed by people to justify why they hate a work or character.

Or, in other cases, how they just. Give the fuck up. Like, not even come up with defenses based upon VERY CHARITABLE interpretation of the work itself. And instead:

Or of course, who could forget the classic Patrick H Willems shot from his TLJ review? Certainly not Twitter, after MovieBob got it viral again:

I've seen toxic positivity and copium all over the shop for the past three years, even without having to look at RWBY. Fuck, the insanity goes to misinterpreting what people SAY, not just what they create. Like the origin of the "if you financially support a problematic Creator's work, you are also supporting their beliefs" take regarding a certain franchise.

The Act Man put it best: "Like, if J.K. Rowling even said that (buying Potterverse anything = the buyer supports her beliefs), she'd be an idiot. Because if paying someone money is an endorsement, all of us who pay taxes are going to hell.... Separate your emotion and read the words in English."

Same goes for all of RWDE for RWBY - many of us are aware that RT has done some fucking vile shit, like the treatment of their employees, the sex pestery, Miles Luna being Miles Luna. Doesn't matter if we put any money towards RT or not, we have the right to criticize their works and their actions.

None of us are beholden to give the work any more charity than we choose to, regardless if we pay for whatever streaming service to watch it weekly, or for the physical versions to pick apart the tismry of those commentaries, or even sail to the damn Pirate Bay. We use what information we get from the show to come to conclusions about the show.

(The Fandom's Noids should try taking that last bit of advice when it comes to RWDE, btw. You can be far more convincing if you can provide evidence as to why you hate the criticisms, or those providing the criticisms. It's bad for your optics to, say, label Enemy Of The Day as a Straight White Man if it turns out they're Queer, POC, and/or Woman.)

We discuss, we debate, we provide references for our arguments.

It's perfectly fine to like or dislike a work of art. But the second you provide reasoning why you feel that way, or argue about the quality? Be prepared to be challenged.

I always think it's a little funny when people are like "why can't you guys give this story/writers the benefit of the doubt? Why do you think x is bad instead of trying to come up with a not bad explanation? Why don't you take the most generous view possible?" And then the thing they're trying to get you to be super generous to and give a constant benefit of the doubt to or come up with only the most innocent best possible explanations for... Was like created by people with a history of bigotry or who have endless red flags made by a horrible abusive company and with several bigoted people involved in the making of it.

Like I can say "In the first season of RWBY an older adult man flirts with a very uncomfortable underage student and yet is held up by the show as a heroic mentor-ish figure who later is invited to her father's house to laugh about old times (or specifically, laugh at the idea of a man wearing a skirt) and the student is portrayed as completely okay with that and his inappropriate behavior." And then people would come into my comment section and ask box to tell me that a grown men saying "Huntsmen" in a normal voice and then flirtingly adding on "hUnTresses" before clicking his tongue and sort of winking at a seventeen year old who is clearly uncomfortable wasn't actually flirting or inappropriate and that since Yang (a bunch of pixels with lines written at the time by a group of men) didn't care much, it clearly wasn't bad, and that it's wrong for me to 'take the worst possible interpretation' and 'judge the writers' and that I'm unfair and that they decided sexism doesn't even exist in the world of rwby, and the writers' probably didn't even realize it would 'come across as flirting to some people' and didn't have time to delve into a minor background role like a teacher anyway even if they had realized the totally innocent moment of jokey mentor-ship that Yang actually liked was being misconstrude as inappropriate, they probably didn't have time to make it clear that Port was actually the furthest thing from sexist.

And meanwhile I'm sitting there just thinking about how the creator of rwby was reportedly 'very interested in animating Yang's boobs late at night' and watched as the creator of rwby then showed off the jiggling boobs animation of the seventeen-year-old Yang to a crowd of leering laughing fanboys, while Miles Luna one of the leading minds behind rwby and a writer for all nine seasons has a wide history of misogyny and was photographed with a body pillow of an at the time sixteen year old Ruby and the photo was tweeted with the caption 'careful Miles she's still only sixteen,' while the guy who voiced the teacher Peter Port turned out to be a sex-pest who was fired for sexual misconduct and *allegedly* groomed, assaulted, and raped a minor, and the company rwby is made under has produced bigoted content before including what I believe was one of the founders telling stories on a let's play about purposefully following around young - very young - women in a car with his friend repeatedly as a game to try to 'make each other look like pedophiles,' and the girl who voiced Yang said 'I get that' while they were defending their story about following women around in cars by saying that hot women want to be looked at and compared it to women in bikinis 'inviting people to look.' So like, no, I don't feel like giving that scene where Port flirts with an underage student a 'generous interpretation.'

Like, no, I don't feel like giving anything in rwby a 'generous interpretation' when 'crwby' and 'rooster teeth' can't fully be separated and one of the masterminds behind rwby is Miles "video games for your girlfriend" Luna. I don't feel like giving rwby the show the benefit of the doubt when I still don't know if the trans woman who voiced May Marigold has been properly paid for her work after having to deal with being given the f-slur as a nickname. I think more people should be willing to critically examine rwby, because if the writers/creators/directors/producers/several voice actors involved in this product have histories of bigotry, that's going to leak into the actual show itself no matter how hard they're trying to make it a 'progressive girl power' show, and if the company they're under is horrible and abusive and mistreats their queer employees and their employees of color and there's no reason to believe rwby is the exception to that, than it's going to leak into the show whether or not the show features girls kissing. I'm not going to be generous and give the benefit of the doubt and wrack my brain trying to come up with innocent reasons for blatantly bad shit in rwby, and frankly I think it's wild that anyone else is doing that.

[lollylandgirl]

I made some wlw mlm solidarity fanart in this pride month. It's a tiny scene with Scarlet and Coco from RWBY Before the Dawn.

I posted it on ko-fi and I made Scarlet my spoilers account pfp with a rainbow flag background soooo maybe I could take some Ko-Fi requests like that?

[shintorikhazumi]

I Have Two Sisters?! Chapter 1: Three Sisters and The Bastard Father (An LWAxRWBYxStarira Crossover)

A/N: What’s crazier than me writing a crossover I can’t get out of my head at 2am while still having multiple wips?

Writing a three-way crossover until 3am!!! (Ended at nearly 5am tho)

GAHHHHH.

Btw, this is a non-magic au. So Diana has no magic, and Weiss has no… semblance. Yes. Because the world of RWBY always goes “???!! OHMG, magic?!” Quite ironically. They become impressed at people turning into birds, but never flinch at Ruby who can separate herself on a molecular level. Sure.

I’ll be updating this sporadically, tbh. The updates will be as random as the coming of this idea. I do like it a lot, so I look forward to working on it. Just have to prioritize the wips.

[DO CHECK OUT THE END NOTES FOR SOME OF THE AU DETAILS AND BACKGROUND]

Still, I couldn’t let the concept pass me by so…

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

  I Have Two Sisters?! Chapter 1: Three Sisters and The Bastard Father

  The wind blew strong outside, rain water cold against her bleeding cheek. The numbness was her only relief from pain nowadays. She’d lost count of how many bruises she’d gotten this week. If only her mother hadn’t passed… If only she hadn’t had a bastard of a father.

Then maybe Diana’s life would have been much better than the shell that it now was.

He left her and her mother just as she turned three, the only support she got in the form of random gifts and her financial needs. Her father was nothing of a father. The man that… helped make her was never there. He never showed he cared. Everything he gave her felt obligatory. She hated it. Heck, she didn’t even know his last name, much less remember what he looked like. She did try looking it up at some point, but it seemed as if he was some kind of bigshot she couldn’t name.

Neither her mom nor her aunt had divulged his identity, so she had long since drew a blank to the man’s identity. All she knew was that his name was ‘Jack’ or something of the sort. She had long since adopted her mother’s as it didn’t feel right to take the name of a man she never knew.

All she knew was that he was the cause of all her sorrows. That wretched man had left her and her mother to fend for themselves. Even though her mom was of a strong, well-known medical lineage here in Britain, the fact that she had gotten pregnant out of wedlock labelled her as a shame to the Cavendish name, and she had been cast out to a vacation home in the outskirts of the foreign country, Japan.

After her death, however, the women who Diana now saw as practically witches with how cruel and evil they were decided that because their blood ran through her, took over their small land that she and her mother had cried blood and tears to call their own, and exploited the underage girl, believing she might be of some use as a pawn at the very least, for the sake of the Cavendish name.

And she was. For some time, until she had injured her arm, and was no longer capable of becoming the kind of doctor they wanted her to be, her hand slowly losing its immaculate dexterity, becoming constantly shaky, rendering her as only half the worth she originally was, and thus completely useless besides being their punching bag. Quite literally.

Diana Cavendish found herself spending the better part of her life being abused, and hiding in tool sheds, and escaping her dreaded household at every waking moment, just as she was doing right now.

She hardly believed in any religion, but she found herself always praying to get away from this hellish nightmare. She’d hope that even if she only had a jerk of a father, he’d soon realize that she was his flesh and blood that needed saving.

A hard knock came on the wood of her shed’s door. She flinched, no sound escaping. Had they found her?!

“Miss Cavendish? Miss Diana Cavendish? Are you in here?” An unfamiliar voice called for her, bold and confident sounding, but with kindness and worry interlaced. She felt like it was someone she should respond to. The situation felt like it was some kind of divine calling she should answer.

With legs shaking, she stood up, unlatching the bar that held the door closed and stepping out into the now late night that reeked of hot pavement, rain having stopped while she was lost in thought.

A police officer, clad in uniform and raincoat smiled at her in pity. She was both grateful for- and hated- that gaze. She wished it had come sooner, but at the same time, she disliked being thought of as sad and pathetic.

“Your aunt and her family have been arrested, Miss.” Her ears perked up at the voice and the message they conveyed. Looking up from the ground, she stared into the truthful eyes of the cop. “You’re safe now.”

And she truly hoped she was.

  //-//-//-//-//

  “Weiss.”

At the mention of her name from that familiar voice, she rolled her eyes internally, holding in the urge to snap at the man she called ‘father’.

“What.”

Maybe her control wasn’t as good as she thought.

“Don’t give me that tone. I know you hate me, but I am still the one that raised you!”

“You mean, you’re the one that paid for me.” The ex-heiress pointed out. Her father gritted his teeth, frown deepening as he stepped forward in an attempt to exert his dominance.

Weiss only raised a brow in challenge.

“Anyway.” Jacques continued. Weiss would have smirked as he neither acknowledged nor denied her statement, but she felt it wasn’t the best time. “You are yet to turn twenty, and as you aren’t considered an adult yet-“

“But I’m nineteen, father.” Weiss stated, confused, her raised brow now raised in question. “I’m of legal age, to drink even.”

“Not in Japan you aren’t.” He replied with a smirk so evil, Weiss would have loved to slap it right off if her mind wasn’t thrown in a state of emergency, dreading whatever plans her father had. Even if she wanted to do as she pleased, she couldn’t completely go against him as she was at the moment. Their family name was too widespread and known in the business world, and she feared the consequences of running away from her father who currently had her safety- and practically her life- in the palm of his hand.

“What are you planning.” She narrowed her eyes at him, fearing for the worst, but expertly masking that fear.

“I’ll be sending you away, just as you’ve always wanted. I’ve prepared you an apartment close to a school of my choice to pursue the arts as you so strongly desired,” He spoke in a mocking tone. “And I’ll let you have your way there.” He ended with a smile that sent chills down Weiss’ spine. It sounded too good to be true, her dream being accepted like this. It was like a carrot on a stick being waved in front of her, only to always be out of reach.

“What’s the catch?”

“Catch? My, Weiss, my child, are you questioning your father’s benevolent heart?”

“What’s there to question?” Weiss shot back. “You don’t have one, now do you?”

She grinned at her little victory as she watched him gnashing his teeth, clearly seething in anger. Her smile dropped however as he gave her his own.

“I mentioned Japan’s legal age before.”

And Weiss already knew what he meant.

  //-//-//-//-//

  Life in Seishou had been the dream. Her first two years of high school were the peak of her life, she’d proudly say. She had wonderful friends and comrades who battled side-by-side, pushing one another to greater heights, and… she had someone she adored just a little more than friendship allowed. She had never admitted it, though. Then, a school back in Paris, the place where her mother had blossomed as an actress in the past, offered her a scholarship as an exchange student there.

And like she always did, Claudine excelled. So much so that multiple colleges offered her full rides to attend their institutions. Even highly prestigious universities. Her opportunities were broad, her future looking bright-

-And then news came. Her mother had fallen terminally ill.

She had to go back. She had to see her. She had to be by her side as long as possible.

She had to repay her for the love, for the dream she had given Claudine. She had to be the family her mother had been for her in the absence of a biological father she never knew, and the loss of her adoptive Japanese father at an early age. The lack of a male figure in their family was no cripple to Claudine, but she also missed the presence of the man she knew as her papa. She knew her maman missed him too.

So she had to do this for her mother.

She had to… in the event that… she’d lose her soon as well.

God forbid, Claudine prayed.

She had to return to Japan, study and… get a job, find some way to help her mother pay the increasingly expensive hospital bills, their little family’s saved money steadily disappearing.

She wondered if she should just drop school all together and apply for a troupe. Earn both money and experience.

She had enough rapport both in Japan and France. She could probably get enough opportunities, and she would succeed like she always had…

But…

There was something she wanted to see through, going into university.

When she left for Paris, she had gradually lost contact with all her friends, the culture slowly choking her time, eventually disconnecting them from her.

She’d receive and return the occasional message, but… things were different. She knew she’d drifted apart from everyone.

So, when she found out that they would all be attending the same Arts Institute, and when she had decided to return to Japan for her mother’s sake, she believed it wouldn’t all be that bad if she could apply for a scholarship to the same place, and possibly rebuild everything that was slowly crumbling away.

She wanted to be with everyone again.

And though she believed herself capable of attaining what she wanted on her own, she might require a little assistance from a miracle.

…

And a miracle- could she call this monstrosity of a situation that?- came in the form of a letter that had documents that signified she was the daughter of some ‘Jacques Schnee’ currently undergoing some sort of trial, and because of this, some of the accusations led to the revelation that he was neglecting a daughter, not sending support, and now as some form of bribery and compensation or whatever, he had paid the court to shut up about it if he took responsibility for her now.

Claudine scoffed in disbelief and utter disgust.

So this was her damned biological father? Some apparently bigtime tycoon who slept around and left a woman to fight for herself while carrying his- Claudine would suppose she was now an- illegitimate child.

This… was certainly news she’d never have expected in a million years.

She laughed mirthlessly at it all.

Well, at least her financial crisis had been averted. For better or for worse… she hoped it wasn’t the latter.

One upside was that she now had a clear ticket to that university she wanted to get into, it seemed. Her ‘father’ had taken the liberty of enrolling her there coincidentally. At least he could do something right, Claudine guessed.

“Well… I suppose it’s time to pack.” She sighed falling back onto her current apartment bed, staring at the ceiling.

It wasn’t so bad, maybe. Her newfound reality.

“Japan, I’m coming home to you.”

  //-//-//-//-//

  Diana glared at the letter in her hand angrily. There, in neat script, she saw the name of the man who had caused all her misfortune.

‘Jacques Schnee.’

“I want to hate you for as long as I live…” She gripped the paper so hard, creases were forming and the agent currently assigned to her worried she’d rip it into shreds. “What is this garbage? And why am I… Why can’t I… refuse… this ugly form salvation…” She choked on her sobs, a hand sympathetically rubbing her back.

“Let’s get you ready, Miss.”

Diana nodded in agreement.

-----

All her bags now in her hand after being dropped off by the cab driver, she stared in awe at the slightly modest, but clearly high-end house.

What the hell, did her dad just get her a house?!

Regardless of its size, couldn’t he have… like… gotten her an apartment or condo, at least?

How rich was this asshole father of hers? Was money the only good thing about him? Not that even that was necessarily a good thing.

With a groaning sigh, she unlatched the gate, walking up the little pathway. There were small flowerbeds already present around the yard, and decorations were tastefully placed.

It at least looked the part of cozy.

Once she got to the door, however, angry sounds coming from inside made her question that.

-Wait. This was her house, right?

Why would sounds be…

In a panic, she unlocked the front door with the key that came with the letter, bursting through it like a mad man, blue eyes flickering about the room, shocked to see two pairs of eyes, wide and intense, staring back at her with equal surprise.

“Who…”

“Oh, this is just great!!!” One with hair as white as snow exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air in clear exasperation. “Now we have another one!” She began marching around the room, palms rubbing her face aggressively and scratching through her hair. “That little fuck-“

“-Language.”

“Shut up! I don’t even know who you are, and why you were in my house when I arrived. And you say you aren’t a burglar or whatever, but what is up with your sword play? Even if you were using the curtain pole. Are you some kind of spy or assassin the corporation has sent to finally get rid of me?”

“First of all, this is my house, not yours. And you came at me with a rapier!” A silver-gold blonde replied in equal stress. “You could have killed me!”

“I would never!” The first girl gasped with faux emotion. “At most, you’d lose an ear.”

“Umm…” Diana remained awkwardly fidgeting at the door, her usual bravery and confidence lost in the moment of shock.

“What.”

“I- I am simply here because… apparently my father purchased this place for me.”

Two pairs of eyes blinked once. Twice.

Then realization overtook them.

“Did you just say… father?” The golden-haired one stepped closer to her, a lot less hostile, but still aggressive looking.

“I- Um… yes?”

“Father… you say.” The lady with a rapier in her hand now approached Diana too.

These women were frightening, dear Lord. Diana slowly backed up, but stopped as her foot hit the bags she’d dropped in her frantic moments earlier.

“Can you tell me the name of this… ‘father’ of yours?” Rapier lady asked Diana who was beginning to wonder if she should look for a weapon to defend herself with.

“S-sure. His n-name is…”

“…”

“…”

“Is?”

“Fuck.”

Diana was not one to curse, but it surprised her that she did.

But she couldn’t help it, now could she? After all, her mind had been wiped clean as a white slate. A mental block was not what she needed right now, but just about anything involving that man seemed to bring about her misfortune.

At least the hands by which she’d die her early death were from very beautiful women it seemed.

She liked women, at least?

“Excuse me, um… are you alright?” Miss Golden hair was now very safe-looking and welcoming, Diana subconsciously stepped closer towards her.

“What is up with you? I just asked a question.”

“Perhaps, if you placed the sword down, and looked less like you were trying to murder her and look like you were willing to hear her out…”

Diana expected another heated retaliation, so it was a pleasant surprise to see the other woman sheath her weapon, and place it gently on a plastic-covered couch, clearly brand new.

“There. Happy?” She asked, glaring at the woman now gently holding Diana’s hand- and when had that happened?!

With a nod, the girl turned to Diana and asked again. “What is your father’s name. If you could tell us.”

Huh. She was a lot kinder than Diana had initially taken her for.

“I apologize. I can’t… remember at the moment. I- He hasn’t been around… for me until this point. I just… learned his name a few days ago but…” She hung her head in defeat, apologizing all the while. “Sorry I’m of no assistance to you…”

“No, it’s alright. Isn’t it?” The question was clearly not directed at her as she could only hear a grunt from the other side of the room.

“Yeah, fine.”

“Would your father’s name happen to be Jacques?”

At this, Diana lifted her head, another shocker delivered to her, hearing the familiar name, the cogs in her head clicking into place.

“Yes! Yes, that’s it! Jack, or Jacques or whatever. Snee? Shuni? Schee? I don’t quite remember, but something along those lines.” Diana found herself enthusiastic towards the prospect that some of her questions might be answered.

It seemed the other two shared the same sentiment.

“It’s Schnee.” The white-haired lady corrected, eyes furrowing, anger building up once more. “And… THAT BASTARD OLD MAN!” Grabbing her rapier she swung it around, probably to vent her anger. “He set me up! And what’s more…” She whipped her head about to carefully look the other two people over.

“What is it?” Diana said in a voice quite small.

“Seems he had big secrets to hide.” She sighed. Turning to the initial enemy she had, now turned… stranger? She wasn’t sure they were allies at this point, she stated rather than asked. “I guess it’s the same for you?”

The woman beside Diana nodded, expression looking a lot stiffer than her gentle demeanor as she dealt with Diana earlier.

“I see. I can’t believe this situation.”

“What do you me-“

A voice beside Diana delivered her fourth? Fifth? Sixth?- she’d lost count- Shocker of the day.

“Sisters. It seems we’re… sisters.” Turning to Diana, she held out a hand for a shake. “I’m Claudine.”

“I’m Weiss.” Was the grumble from the couch the woman had flopped on top of.

“…O-oh!” Breaking her stare from the hand, she looked into rose-red eyes. “And I’m-“

And the world suddenly turned black.

‘Hello, My Name is…

[Diana Cavendish]

[Weiss Schnee]

[Saijou Claudine]

-And it seems as though…

I have two sisters?!

  A/N: If you’re asking, yes. Yes, Diana fainted.

Here are some details for this AU btw:

I’ve decided to make Jacques a half-Jap, half german.

So all of them have a quarter of that blood.

Diana is half brit, quarter jap, quarter german

Weiss is ¾ german because of her mom, and ¼ jap.

Claudine is half French, ¼ german, ¼ jap.

Also, if you want to know their ages, and their order, I decided it this way, and let me just quote how I typed it out in the raw idea draft.

“Diana April 30 16yro in anime 2017+3yrs (2020) she's 19 too omg jahahahaha (wrote this coz I’m currently 19 and was amused)

Clau august 1, 2001 19 at present

Weiss Currently 19 (in volumes 5-6) may 15th lmao hahsha. Perfect!!

Wtf Diana was the oldest? Hooo boi. I did expect and want Kuro to be youngest tho, tbh.”

Why their ages are pretty much the same will be mentioned next chap.

And that’s how it went. Decided with Weiss being the legitimate child coz Jacques was the only canonically mentioned dad between the three girls as far as I know. Or I just didn’t search enough.

But come on. I wouldn’t pass at the chance to beat up the dude in a fic so… hihi.

Feedback is super appreciated!

Thank you for reading!

~Shintori Khazumi

[teamorcd-a]

0: If your muse is an OC, then how did they come to you? (I guess ORCD in general rather than the individuals)

So way back in... 2014 was when I was really starting to get into RWBY properly. I originally wasn’t interested in the show until my now ex showed it to me. Monty’s approach to how he was creating the show really appealed to me and of course that got things going in my head whenever boredom decided to strike.

First I wanted to make a faunus OC and I remember sitting in the living room late at night wondering which animal to pick. This was way in the early days of wondering of faunus were strictly mammals or not because no one had seen a non-mammalian based faunus yet. As I was pondering this thought something smacked into my window and flew away.

It was a bat.

So that’s how Chroma got started. Eventually I started taking all the old stigmas and sayings to go along with bats and twisting them around as I felt like. Irony was a huge theme for her.

Then she became so closed off some part of me went Challenge Accepted and Russet just appeared out of no where. Probably a foil to balance out the bitterness that was Chroma. Then I had half a team so I might as well go and make the other two.

I didn’t want these guys to be from Vale and wanted to explore the other kingdoms, but limited information at the time was very limited. I couldn’t make a decision about where ORCD was going to come from until I had a thought:

There can’t always be a perfect multiple of four for every Academy: what happens with drop outs? Deaths? Accidents? Exchange Students? Those who don’t make the cut? Where do the misfits go?

Then everything else just kind of fell into place. I picked a hopefully uncommon colour, which was ORCD and went from there. The over achiever that was Olivine showed up to take charge and Delaney...

Delaney was a placeholder that wasn’t meant to be. He wasn’t even supposed to be a lion faunus but that stuck when I realized he was stuck with a bunch of girls. He does a lot of ‘btw this’ just suddenly in my brain and I’m like ‘alright dude you do you’. Everything else just kind of happened to fall into their own places and then things branched out in different directions as more Volumes came out.

And the rest is... mostly still in my head because my writing muse and my art muse need to fight over dominance and I never get anything done half the time.

[gravityrulez]

reblogging here too, it'd be super awesome if you send any asks to @chi-arts though :D (my art blog) 

i never know what to do with the body when i do these so here’s one of those things with arms™

[sillytorch]

Hiatus Incoming

I’m gonna take a break from this blog.

Why? TL;DR:

1. The season’s already done with so there’s a hiatus coming.

2. I’m in my final semester right now and I need to focus my energy on my works for school. If you guys wanna see more of me, follow me at my art blog @silly-fly-media since that’s where I’m going to be the most active there by posting my art/media stuff for school.

I’ll come back to this blog sometime in the summer (June/July).

Thanks guys! ^.^

(Explanation under the cut):

This is something that’s been on my mind for awhile now, but since the volume’s over, I gotta say it: I’m gonna take a break from this blog. DON’T WORRY! It’s nothing bad! It’s just that I started a new semester and the workload’s going to be pretty heavy for me. I’m gonna be less active in the fandom. As in, it’s my final semester of college and my senior project classes involve a lot of portfolio building, AKA creating a lot of my own art/media content. So, this means if you guys want to catch up with me, follow me at my art blog, @silly-fly-media, and if you guys have an Instagram, follow me @silly.fly.media. I’m super stoked b/c I’m finally gonna be able to bring the ideas I’ve been developing for years and bring them to life over the next several months and I wanna share them with you guys.

But promo aside, I’m going to be back on this blog in June, which is appropriate since RWBY hype will be built up through the soundtrack (which I know is usually released around that time), the RWBY June Art Challenge happening, and the fact that RTX Austin this year is going to be at the first weekend of July. (BTW I’m planning on participating in the art challenge but expect sketches for the most part)

[sufferthesea]

Transitional Period

Okay so I feel really lame writing this but I think it's also important. I keep apologizing for not being super active on this blog anymore, and there's a number of reasons I haven't. Most of it has been health related but anyway. I started this blog because I hated my other blog and wanted to do something new with a fandom I'd been in for a long time (10+ years), so after talking with Katie ( @shiranuigenma ), I decided to create this Naruto blog. But it wasn't intended to be just a Naruto blog, but that's how it kind of ended up since that's what I was into when I made it.

The fact that I've kept this a 98% Naruto blog is awesome because my attention span and energy allotted for a fandom is around 3-4 months. After that I usually get bored or burnt out and have to find something else. Making friends and participating in things like Kakashi Week, and just doing art and writing fanfics, has helped me to maintain interest in this blog for a lot longer than I thought I would. So thank you!! You guys are awesome!!!

(Okay real quick I'm not quitting lol. I know it sounds like it. But I'm not.) Basically, I was getting so burnt out on Naruto that I was dreading getting on this blog and I didn't want to watch it anymore. That's why I've been MIA. I literally only follow Naruto blogs at the moment. I don't want this to become a trash blog like my last one that I abandoned, so I'm still going to be kind of selective with what I reblog. Anyway. To combat the staleness and burnt out feeling I had, I got into a few other shows with my friends and that's really all I've been watching (RWBY, RvB, and YouTube if you're curious). It sounds dumb but it's really helped me a lot because I'm not so exhausted and wearing myself out trying to be ~the cool singular fandom blog~ that I'm really not meant to be. (Yo, major kudos to those who can do that.)

So anyway, 2018 has been not super unkind, but very tough for me. You grow from challenges, right? But it's also important to not be challenging yourself 24/7 for 6 months straight with little sleep and locking yourself away in your bedroom. I am not Maito Gai. I cannot do that. So here's a few things about my blog that'll carry us into summer 2018 and hopefully allow me to be more active and not so stressed and sad!!!! Esp since I still don't have a job even tho I'm looking!! And I'm getting tired of ppl telling me “Well just get a job??? Just go get hired???” like !!! what do you think I am doing???

Requests are now closed indefinitely. I'm going to finish up the few I have, but after that I'm closing them. They were super fun but I have so many things backlogged that it hasn't been as fun anymore. I send love and thanks to all those who sent in requests while they were open! It was a fun experiment and I got to really test myself by writing for characters I don't normally write for!

Writing commissions are closed indefinitely.  I’ll complete the one I have, but then that’ll be it for now. These too were also fun and challenged me more than anything else I've done. I got to write some very unique and difficult topics and I'm so thankful for those who trusted me enough with their stories to do this. However, the amount of time and mental energy it took was too much and severely underselling myself made it difficult to justify the time I was spending. (I've read writers should charge around 1 – 3 cents a word. I was charging $0.001 cents a word lmao. Whoops. I actually don't mind but it is hard to make a living like that.)

Art commissions are still OPEN! And btw, I do have a ko-fi. I'm thinking about doing something like, one coffee = one bust of your character of choosing? (which is same price as commissions whoops lol.) Idk yet. I won't be doing any writing for ko-fi, though.

I was going to create a side blog for the other fandoms I'm in but side blogs are tedious and annoying to manage so I'm probably just going to start posting stuff here. If you don't want to see it, you can start blacklisting tags now. I'll be tagging things as #rwby, #rvb, #not naruto (that's my catch-all tag for anything, uhh, not Naruto). Expect a lot of Ozpin, Qrow, Church, and Washington because even tho I was inactive here, it does not mean I stopped hoeing around in other fandoms. Oh, also expect an occasional #game grumps because #dan avidan is way cute.

I'm also going to be posting fanart for other fandoms here too. It's been nice to draw stuff other than Nardo. I'll still be doing Naruto stuff (I have a ton of Naruto projects I'm working on) but silly little doodles will probably be from RWBY.

I'm also in this weird kinda scary period in my life with school and career options. I have a degree in English and it's always been assumed I'd be a teacher but I don't want to be?? I realized recently that I love to draw and I'm getting quite good at it (with the help of my sister who is my own real-life youtube tutorial for SAI), so both my sister and I are going back to college for a Studio Art degree. I'm thinking about getting into animation and I'm scared because it's not a secure or “traditional” job??? I'm scared because I'm not settling on a job I don't want or a field I just assumed I'd go into. I'm not good with big changes or going into things when it's uncertain, so I'm like ….. /anxiety increases/ But I'm hoping it'll be good.

Just as an extra bullet point and a reminder, I still really love Kakashi, Iruka and Obito, and all my other guys!! Don't think I forgot about them!!

Sorry this is 10 million years long but it was important to me to write all that. I'm sorry I haven't been able to reblog your art or fics and comment on them. I'm sorry I haven't gotten back to you guys and responded to messages. I'm sorry I'm not as active. I've just been figuring stuff out and hanging out with friends, and watching other things so I don't grow to despise Naruto lol. So. That's about it. I probably forgot something.

Oh, I have 21 plants growing in my windowsill. 2 are decorative and the other 19 are going to go in my garden in the backyard bc they’re herbs and vegetables. And I'm going to cosplay for the first time next month and I might meet the voice actor for kid Obito. So. There's that.