#yeah people are allowed to not like blake but this??? is just???

[howlingday]

DOLTS IN LOVE III

HAZEL/NEO VS WEISS/AH PISS

Neo: (Smirks)

Hazel: (Roaring)

Weiss: (Readies herself)

Oscar: ...Okay. So... I'll take Neopolitan. Hey, Jaune! Tag out~!

Weiss: You are going to leave Weiss to die? WEISS WILL REMEMBER THIS~.

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Jaune: (Looks at Paladin) Oh, man, you guys... A giant robot!

Oscar: I mean, it's not that- It's, like, maybe seven feet tall. Eight at max.

Jaune: AN ENORMOUS ROBOT! What could be powering it?!

Oscar: (Sees pilot) Wh... Jaune...

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Blake: Hey, Nora. What have you been up to?

Nora: ...Not much. Been tryna, like... cool off...

Blake: Is there a reason you're fighting us?

Nora: (Sighs) I dunno...

Guy: This girl is not one of our teammates! I've got no idea where she came from!

Nora: (Fades out of existence)

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Jaune: Some people don't need a million friends. Sometimes just having two or three, or even just one really close one is all you really need~.

Jaune: (Hugs Oscar)

Oscar: Thanks, man~.

Blake: (Jamming on the banjo)

Jaune: Blake, you have a really crazy variety of genres~!

Blake: Yeah... (Tosses banjo up, Grows arms, Catches, Plays two banjos)

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Taiyang: You know how I catch cats? Whisker without you~.

Oscar: Wait, wasn't this guy a threat to the world years ago?

Taiyang: (Via scroll) Yeah, I was.

Oscar: OH MY GOD, HE'S ON MY SCROLL!

Taiyang: How much did we make in our fun-run fundraiser? About 5k~.

Jaune: Ha ha ha ha... AHAHAHAHAHAHA~! That was really funny~!

Taiyang: I guess you could say my jokes really... hit their Arc~?

Jaune: (Inhales) AAAAAAAAAAAAH~!

Taiyang: I dunno if I can trust the White Fang. I know when I Sienna Khan~.

Blake/Neptune/Weiss: WOOOOOOOOW.

Jaune: HEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~! (Everything shakes, Burning light shines)

Taiyang: This is the best audience I've ever had. I don't care if this destroys the world~.

Taiyang: You know what you gotta do when you see your favorite ape? You gotta go Wukong.

Jaune: (Sunlight begins igniting everything)

Oscar: WE GOTTA GET THIS GUY OUT OF HERE!

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Tyrian: Ah, Dentures and Darkness~! That is the name of our cult~! Also known as DAD~!

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Weiss: (Ascended, Grows money moustache)

Whitley: (Walks in with money moustache)

Weiss: (Whips out Myrtenaster) YOU'RE STEALING MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY~.

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Jaune: This is a pretty evil looking TV studio.

Roman: Maybe if we take it over, I can use it to make my big debut now that I have LA LA LA LA LA-

Roman: ARMS~! (Punches)

Roman: Y'know, Kitty, if we take over this studio, we could start a little band and broadcast it~!

Blake: Yeah, I guess... But I'm not really in it for the fame...

Roman: WELL, I AM~! (Dances)

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Somewhat: (Back from the dead)

Jaune: Oh, it's Auntle Somewhat~! They're not allowed within 200 feet of our house.

Blake: Is Somewhat the leader of the cult of Smiles and Teeth?

Somewhat: I don't have teeth. I cannot even sip through a straw~! One time, I had a milkshake, and I had a straight throat for a week~!

Roman: Ha ha! Straight throat~!

Somewhat: Why aren't you attacking me?! Am I not good enough?! EVEN NOW, I'M BEING LOOKED OVER BY RUBY'S FAMILY MEMBERS?!

Jaune: Sorry, Auntle, but I was distracted by your jackalope steed.

Somewhat: THEY AREN'T EVEN DOING ANYTHING~!

Jaune: Yeah, but you gotta wonder why... What's going on inside your head~?

Roman: Are we gonna kill this BITCH or what?!

Jaune: (Swear detected, Divine light fires off)

Somewhat: (Killed again)

Penny: (Beats Somewhat's body with shovel)

Jaune: ...I've gotten too strong lately, so sometimes light just shoots out of me for no reason... I think this is puberty...

Oscar: Are you at puberty age, man?!

Jaune: Yeah! I'm already five! I came out of my cocoon last year, when I finished my larval stage~!

Oscar: Wow... I've got a lot to learn about you, Jaune.

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Jaune: EEP~! A BIG PAIR OF EYES~! I'M SO SCARED~!

Oscar: Don't worry, Jaune! I'm right next to you~! (Hiding directly behind, Shaking)

Later, as a haunted house...

Blake: Yeah, we made a haunted house.

Jaune: Oh boy~! (Walks up) AAAAAA- (Fades)

Blake: ...You didn't even go inside yet.

Jaune: (On top of the roof) I'm afraid of doors~!

Oscar: (Kicks open door) Hello~!

Jaune: (Runs away, Screaming)

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Jaune: I'm not allowed at the beach anymore.

Jaune: Oh no! Not a Grimm! If you look at it from the right angle, it looks like a door!

Oscar: What angle is that?

Jaune: This one~! (Third eye materializes, Turns) AAAAAA-

Oscar: ...UH-

Jaune: (Pops up next to Oscar) Okay! I'm back!

Oscar: Did... Did you just hop in and out of another dimension?

Jaune: Yup!

Oscar: Using a portal?

Jaune: Uh-huh!

Oscar: ...Aren't portals like doors?

Jaune: OH NO~!

Pyrrha: Don't tell him that~!

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Over the course of this adventure, Ah Piss' close proximity to Jaune has caused some of his power to be shared. That's why his attacks are more powerful.

Pyrrha: I like that.

Oscar: That's called...

RADIATION EXPOSURE

Oscar: ...friendship~!

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Jaune: I know I've told you guys I have only two moms, but I have dreams where I have a third mom... And I can't see her face, but I can hear her voice.... She whispers to me in the darkness... Singing a lullaby...

Jaune: I sometimes try to sing it, but I'm never able to do it with my mouth. Or at least the one on my face.

Jaune: (Looks to Oscar)

Oscar: ...Don't look at me, man. I'm not gonna ask.

Jaune: Do you guys not have an astral mouth? How else do you eat astral burgers?

Watts: ...

Watts: Oh, sorry, I was speaking with my astral mouth. I see you have met my comrades in the Cult of Dentures and Darkness~!

Pyrrha: Nooooooo!

Watts: You see, our cult's ultimate goal is to unlock the true potential of everyone on Remnant; their astral mouths. Only then can they sup upon the fruits of Evernight Castle~!

Jaune: Is that what it's called? Kind of a dorky name...

Watts: W-What?! N-No! The Evernight Castle sounds cool! YOU ARE WRONG~!

Jaune: Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever talked to anyone else with an astral mouth. What's your favorite astral treat~?

Watts: I enjoy supping upon the souls of the recently deceased. The fresh soul is the most delicious~.

Jaune: I agree~!

Oscar: No, Jaune, that's the wrong reaction to what that guy is saying!

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Jaune: I once went to a funeral for my grandpa, Penny's dad, and everyone was crying and saying how much they missed him, but he was right there.

Oscar: You mean in the coffin?

Jaune: One of him was there, but the other one was kind of just floating nearby, screaming because no one could hear him!

Jaune: So I got him some punch to cheer him up~! I mean, it was really rude for everyone to ignore him when it was his funeral. (Sighs) I don't understand funerals...

Blake: And let me guess, "And then I ate him"?

Pyrrha: That's what I was going to say.

Oscar: Jaune, buddy, I love you as much as I am afraid of you.

Jaune: Aw~!

Jaune: Also, one of my mom's really likes the term funeral because it has both fun and feral in it. But every time she tried to bring it up, my other mom would get really mad, and she'd say it was really inappropriate.

Jaune: Grandpa thought it was funny, though.

Oscar: Your grandpa on which side?

Blake: The other side.

Jaune: HA HA HA HA~!

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Jaune: Do you think Maria is okay? Like... D'you think anybody's gonna eat her ghost-

Oscar: JAUNE...

Pyrrha: Let's go say hi to her.

Jaune: Yeah~! And if her ghost isn't doing anything-

Oscar: (Singing) Oh, Jaune~! You can't eat people's souls~!

Jaune: (Singing) I assure you I (Demonic) CAN~!.

Oscar: ...Okay, but you shouldn't. (Boops, Jaune turns normal) Morally speaking.

Jaune: Why not?

Oscar: ...Is nobody gonna back me up on this?!

Blake: I'm gonna be honest, man; I don't really understand the rules of this whole "Evernight Castle" thing.

Jaune: Y- You don't need to call it- It's not called that.

Blake: I mean, if ghosts are real and you can eat them, I don't see why you shouldn't. Are they sentient?

Jaune: Only the tasty ones~!

Blake: ...Okay, I can see the moral issue now.

Maria: (Still alive)

Jaune: Oh... You're still alive... That's great~!

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Jaune: (Sees treasure across lava pool) I got it~! (Walks across lava)

Oscar: ...I don't have a response for this. You're beyond me, Jaune. You go where I cannot follow.

Jaune: I'll never go where you can't follow, buddy...

Oscar: You know, that's very sweet, but given the context, that statement is also horrifying.

Jaune: The only places I am banned from are the beach, Pizza Plaza, the morgue, every church-

Oscar: Why are you banned from Pizza Plaza?

Jaune: I'm VERY good at skee-ball~!

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Neptune: (Hispanic accent) You have not used me in a while, so I'm fighting you now~! Oh, wait, this isn't the accent I'm supposed to-

Pyrrha: You're not Niptuney!

Mercury: (Wipes away disguise) So, you've figured me out? Well done, Jaune! You've done well to make it this far~!

Weiss: Do I hear the sounds of (Rolls in tank) COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT~?

Jaune: Guys, check out this ability~! Hey, Mercury~!

Mercury: Wha-

Jaune: (Uses TIME BREAK) STOP.

Mercury: (Frozen in time)

Jaune: ...Cool~!

Tock: I'm also a member of the Cult of Dentures~! I told those fools that they would never be able to stop you with their flat teeth-

Jaune: (Uses TIME BREAK, Freezes Tock) You stop that!

Jaune: Phew! I don't have a grasp on these time powers yet. I hope I don't-

Oscar: ...J- Jaune? ...UH OH.

Roman: I'm glad this one here is paralyzed! These cultists are not the bee's knees~! They're the bee's teeth, and bees don't have teeth, so get rid of them~!

Tock: (Sent flying)

Jaune: -displaced in the time strea- Oh no! Did I hiccup five minutes in the future?

Oscar: Yup.

Jaune: (Sighs) Okay... Here I go-

Oscar: ...Yup.

Pyrrha: Classic Jaune~!

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Velvet: (Ascended, Buff like Blake) WE MEET AGAIN, MY SISTER~! I see we've both assumed our next- (Blake glares) Oh gosh, you're really scary now! You probably don't even recognize Trifa now~!

Blake: (Looks at Deery) Trifa, you actually look more normal.

Deery: (Leans forward, Snaps neck to side)

Trifa: (Speaks from antler) PLEASE, IT'S WORSE NOW~!.

Blake: I was gonna say there's some downsides to being half-human, but it's ALL downsides. The worst part is the lack of self-confidence and the inability to forget your past mistakes-

Trifa: I'M DYING NOW~! GOOD-BYE~!.

Blake: Oh, yeah...

Roman: Y'know, Kitty, I know that sounds rough, but it'd make for some great song fodder~!

Blake: Don't monetize my sadness...

Weiss: (Leans in excitedly)

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Neptune: (Uses TRIP & FALL, Stumbles)

Blake: You alright there, bud?

Neptune: I could use a hand getting back up.

Blake: Yeah, sure. (Arm grows out of back, Lifts him into the air)

Neptune: Whoa...

Neptune: She's so pretty~! OH, I'MMA TRIP'N'FALL AGAIN~! (Falls over) Oh, I could use some mouth to mouth~!

Oscar: Don't worry, I got you!

Neptune: (Actually needed resuscitation) Thank you~!

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Weiss: (Chewing on old receipts) Every time we order a pizza, I keep the receipts so we write it off as a business expense~.

Oscar: Have we ever figured out a name for our team yet?

Weiss: FRIENDS~!

Weiss: Khm! Um, n-not particularly...

Oscar: Oh, I thought you were saying "Friends~!" with a little squiggle at the end for the name.

Weiss: Yeah, yeah, no- I mean, yes, but...

Oscar: We just need a name, y'know?

Weiss: (Mad that "FRIENDS~!" wasn't good) Friendly... House... Friendship fighters~!

Oscar: We're gonna go with The Lighthouse.

Weiss: ...FRIEND... SHIP~!

Weiss: (Ascended, Long ponytail) Oops... I put the beard on wrong.

Neptune: Oh, this is perfect! (Wears ponytail)

Weiss: ...I don't know if I'd consider this acceptable.

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Tyrian: (Ascended, A giant fuck-off scorpion) WELL, WELL, WELL...

Pyrrha: NOOO~!

Tyrian: WE MEET AGAIN, YOUNG LORD~!

Pyrrha: DIE~! GO AWAY~! (Sobbing)

Tyrian: BUT YOU ARE NOT LONGER THE ONLY LORD~!

Jaune: (Jumps up) MY FRIENDS DON'T LIKE YOU! (One-hit kills Tyrian)

Pyrrha: (Looks at scroll) WHY IS CHAT SAYING "I'M A TILF"?!

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Oscar: I'm stronger, but I'm still weaker than everyone else, huh?

???: That's just what it is to be side-man, Ah Piss~!

Oscar: Who are you?

???: I'm just a helpful, little voice inside your head~!

Oscar: NARO?! OH MY GOD, NO! Nice try, Naro! (Picks out Naro, Flicks away)

???: Hey, Jaune~!

Oscar: OH NO...

Jaune: Hey, it's that voice I hear in my head when I'm asleep~! What's up, man~?

???: Knock, knock~!

Jaune: Who's there?

???: Your friend~.

Jaune: Friend who?

???: (Kisses his cheek)

Jaune: (Blushes)

Oscar: Y'know, I suddenly feel really good, but I don't really know why...

Jaune: (Inside Oscar's head) Oops! I walked into someone's head again~! (Pops out his head)

Oscar: UM-!

Jaune: Take that, Oscar's insecurities! Punch~! Punch~!

Oscar: Be careful in there. I don't want to get TOO confident.

Jaune: Come back, some of Oscar's insecurities...

Oscar: (Thinking) Man, I just don't think my writing is any good...

Jaune: It pains me to leave this one here, but everyone needs flaws...

Nora: KILL KILL MAIM DESTROY

Jaune: I thought I got rid of you...? (Plucks)

Oscar: OH MY GOD, I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE HER THIS TIME!

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Brother of Darkness: Let me tell you, I am also a member of the Cult of Darkness and Dentures~.

Pyrrha: NO! NO! DO NOT GO OFF SCRIPT! DON'T ADLIB!

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Pyrrha: (Picks up Oscar)

Oscar: Wait, what are you doing?!

Pyrrha: It's just for a second...

Oscar: After all we've been through... No... Please, don't leave me here! I have abandonment issues~!

???: Don't be lonely... You won't be alone for long~.

Oscar: Oh... Okay...

???: What's your name~?

Oscar: Ah Piss...

???: ...NOT ANYMORE~.

Oscar: Ohmygod- HEY, JAUNE! I'M SCARED~! Jaune, there's this tiny, little voice inside my head!

Jaune: Man... I don't like to talk about people in a bad way, but that Naro is a real booger!

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Brother of Darkness: And so I reveal to you my final form, Jaune~!

Brother of Darkness: AT THE ZENITH OF THE WORLD, WE BATTLE~!

Jaune: ...Do I know you?

Brother of Darkness: Wh- Tyrian! We're all part of the same cult!

Jaune: THERE'S A CULT?!

Neptune: Okay, Blake, I know this might not be the best time to talk seriously about this with you~...

Blake: It's kind of hard to have a serious conversation with you when you're putting on that fake vampire voice, but go for it.

Neptune: V- Vat are you talking about? This is my normal voice~!

Blake: No, I've heard your normal speaking voice, and you don't normally sound like that.

Neptune: (Uses TRIP'N'FALL)

Blake: Alright, what do you want?

Neptune: Alright, Ah Piss, what was I supposed to say? I wrote it down in permanent marker on my gloves, but they're also black, so I can't remember what they said and-

Oscar: My god- Just tell her how you feel, like-

Neptune: HOW YOU FEEL~!

Oscar: NO! OOOH~! Look at me! I want you to pay attention to what I'm going to say, like the whole thing, and don't just dive in! Okay? Now... Tell her the feelings that you are experiencing when you're around her, and how they are positive.

Neptune: I... feel... GOOD WHEN I'M NEAR YOU~!

Neptune: I-I see that you like music. My interests are- (Looks at glove) DAMMIT~!

Oscar: Oh my god! Here! I wrote it on my hands!

Neptune: I DON'T KNOW HOW TO READ~!

Oscar: OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD~!

Blake: (Knocked out)

Oscar: Look, she's been rendered unconscious! I hope you're happy!

Neptune: Pyrrha! Pyrrha, you have to wingman me! Jaune, revive her from beyond the grave~!

Oscar: Oh! Oh, I'm sorry! "Pyrrha wingman"? What the FUCK HAVE I BEEN DOING?!

Neptune: ...I-I... (Sobbing, Normal voice) I'm sorry, man! I'm so sorry! I've been trying for months, and I can't just get this STUPID VAMPIRE VOICE~!

Oscar: (Groans)

Neptune: And it's so hard to talk with these stupid fangs in my mouth and on my head and-

Oscar: Okay, look, I'm sorry I yelled at you. Like, listen, I've been on this ride with you for all these months, too, man...

Brother of Darkness: I feel like I'm being ignored...

Oscar: YOU- YOU JUST WAIT!

Brother of Darkness: ...Alright.

Neptune: I can't do this anymore! 'M OUT! (Picks up Blake, Flees)

Oscar: NO, NEP- GET BACK HERE!

Oscar: Oh, I am SOOOOOOO turning evil after this post!

Jaune: (Frozen solid)

Oscar: JAUNE! BUDDY! Oh, geez, I can't believe it's all up to Ah Piss... I've already got all the help I need, thanks to everyone around me... Everything Jaune's done for me... I'll use these words of ENCOURAGEMEEEENT~! (Casts DZY)

Cinder: What?! (Hits self) OH MY GOD! IT'S SO ENCOURAGING~!

Raven: (Lazily) I am shocked.

Oscar: I can do this... It's all thanks to Jaune~! (Casts DEF) I'll protect myself using my new SELF-CONFIDENCE~! (Hit by 1-Hit-Kill blow) NOT EVEN HALF MY AURA! GET ON MY LEVEL, SCRUB-LORD~!

Brother of Darkness: (Died during the fight)

Jaune: Raven, your master is dead! I can see his delicious ghost floating over there! YOU'RE FREE~!

Raven: Oh, he was merely a puppet. I am the true evil mastermind. Me, High Raven.

Jaune: HI, RAVEN~!

Raven: Hello...

Jaune: C'mon, Ah, we can do this~! We can defeat the TRUE, SECRET MASTER OF EVIL~!

Oscar: My name is Ah Piss, and I am ready to help my best friend in the whole wide world~! (Hit by strange magic) AAAAARGH! (Hacks) Oh god, I'm coughing up teeth! I didn't even know I still had teeth!

Tyrian: The curse takes effect~! If you cannot defeat Raven in this next blow, your entire body with calcify into teeth~!

Oscar: (Just a head on a giant tooth) Hey, uh, Jaune? Not to rush or alarm you, but I REALLY NEED YOUR HELP!

Jaune: Don't worry, Ah Piss, it's just like my Mom used to say...

Ruby: If you're turning into teeth...

Ruby: All you gotta do is BE-LEETH~!

Oscar: WHAT?! THAT CAME UP?!

Jaune: (Already beat Raven)

Oscar: ...Wait, was that our victory speech?! Hang on, time out, I WANT A DO-OVER!

Brother of Darkness: I'm dead~!

Jaune: Don't worry, I'll revive you~!

Brother of Darkness: (Tyrian's soul shoved in, Coughs at his revival)

Jaune: (Lifts hand to the dark, cloudy sky, Pushes clouds apart to reveal sunshine)

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Oscar: Y'know... I may not be the smartest... Or the bravest, or the strongest... But I've got the most heart...

Jaune: You have five hearts~?!

Oscar: Yeah. I think you gave me one of yours at some point.

Jaune: (Chuckles) That's probably why I feel so dangerously powerful right now~!

Oscar: That's funny, because I feel really weak...

Jaune: I'll just take my inhibitor back then~! (Reaches into his chest)

Oscar: OOOOUGH...

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The story isn't over just yet...

THERE'S STILL ONE FINAL BOSS

[nadvs]

watch and learn (part one)

pairing fratboy! rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning drug and alcohol use

summary it takes one conversation with your college dorm neighbor to know you won’t get along. rafe is loud, rude, and short-tempered. after he overhears you talking about a disappointing fling, he loses his confidence in his sexual abilities and suggests you start hooking up to both improve your skills in the bedroom. you can’t stand him, but it’s too good of an offer to turn down.

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At first, you cut your neighbor some slack. Over freshman welcome week, you figured it wouldn’t be reasonable to expect him to be quiet.

But it’s Thursday of week two, well past quiet hours, and the bass of his music is nearly making your bed shake.

You assumed the guy you’ve heard but haven’t seen yet would settle down once classes were underway. So much for that.

You have a lecture early tomorrow. It’s past midnight and his music and loud conversations are still drumming through your wall.

You’d call the resident advisor, but you’d rather talk to him yourself so not to risk any bad blood that could form from you snitching on him. You sigh, get out of bed, and decide to finally face him.

Rafe takes another hit of his joint, leaning back in his desk chair while three of his frat buddies talk about the past week of rushing.

He just got accepted into his top choice frat and he’s elated. And if he proves himself, he’ll be able to move into the Sigma Chi house next semester.

He probably will never get used to living in such a small room compared to the mansion he grew up in, but at least the frat house will be an upgrade.

“Dude, I think someone’s knocking,” Blake says, slapping Rafe’s knee.

“Oh, shit,” Rafe laughs, high out of his mind. He pauses the music and ambles out of the circle he’s been sitting in.

When he opens the door to see a girl in pajamas looking up at him, her arms crossed and her lips pinched, he’s taken aback for a second. Damn, you’re pretty.

“Hi,” you say, failing to force a smile at the man towering over you. The smell of weed hits you instantly. “I live next door. I wanted to ask if you could please keep it down?”

He grimaces as his unseen friends jeer behind him. You notice the Greek lettering on his t-shirt. A frat boy. Of course.

“You’re in trouble, Rafe!” one of them taunts.

He props a big arm against his doorframe, his blue eyes trailing down your body.

“Were we being loud?” he teases, purposely playing dumb. He’s obviously wasted. And is giving off strong fuckboy vibes.

“I have an early class tomorrow,” you try to explain. “Can you at least keep the music off?”

“What, you don’t like it?”

“Listen… Rafe, right?” you say. He nods, his grin still so fucking smug. You tell him your name. “I’m not trying to ruin anyone’s fun, but-”

“That’s kind of what you’re doing,” Rafe interrupts. The way your face screws up when you’re pissed off is too cute for him to stop fucking with you.

“Don’t you have a frat house you can do this at?” you finally snap, gesturing to his t-shirt.

“You telling me I can’t be in my own room?” Rafe says, annoyance starting to prick at his skin.

“Not if you’re gonna keep people up,” you say.

“Turn around.”

“What?” you snap.

“I wanna know if I can see the stick up your ass from here,” he says.

His friends explode in laughter and he looks back with a wide smile.

“I fucking hate frat boys,” you mutter more to yourself than to him. Rafe brings a hand up to his chest in mock offence. “And you’re not allowed to smoke in your room,” you add.

“You gonna tell on me?” He cocks his head, his hair falling over his forehead.

“Yeah, actually, I might.”

A man appears behind Rafe with a charming smile.

“Okay, okay,” he drawls to you, gesturing to dap Rafe up. “We should get going anyway.”

“Nah, man, you don’t have to,” Rafe says, immediately disappointed that his fun is ending.

“It’s late,” he says. The man nods at you with a smile.

“Blake,” he introduces himself to you. “Sorry about the noise.”

“Thank you,” you say through gritted teeth, wishing Rafe had half the manners his friend does. He shuffles past you, followed by two other guys who say their goodbyes to Rafe.

“Happy?” Rafe mutters, all the playfulness from his tone now gone.

“Thrilled,” you say, turning to get back to your room.

The next afternoon, you’re on the phone with your friend, Liv, as you make your way back to your dorm room after a full day of classes.

She’s trying to convince you to come to a party at a frat house tonight. You’re exhausted after a long day, but she’s right that you need some fun.

“I can’t be out long,” you say on the phone, pushing your key into the lock. “I’m tired. And honestly, already kind of stressed out over school.”

“Maybe you’ll meet a guy who’ll take your mind off things,” Liv suggests. You snort.

“The last guy I hooked up was such a disappointment,” you tell her. You try to twist your key. It won’t budge. “I almost faked my orgasm, then was like, it’s not even worth it.”

Liv laughs.

“They should know when they suck,” she says.

You wiggle your key, your fingers starting to hurt.

“Exactly,” you say. “Plus, he wanted to try this position and… I don’t know, I felt too nervous to do it. It was just a failure all around.”

Finally, your key twists and make it into your room, clueless to the fact that Rafe heard everything.

That night, you’re at the Sigma Chi house, two drinks in, when you spot your neighbor playing beer pong across the room. Shit. You’re sure this is his frat.

You already told Liv about your encounter with Rafe, so you nudge her and point him out.

“That’s my fuckboy neighbor,” you say.

“You didn’t mention how hot he is.”

“Wait until he opens his mouth,” you tell her, earning a laugh.

Honestly, Rafe does look good. He fills out his t-shirt so well, his backwards hat pushing his hair out of his handsome face.

Rafe glances around the crowded room and catches you staring at him. Even though you irritated him the first time you spoke last night, heat fills his body once he realizes your eyes are on him.

You quickly look away.

Despite how much of a tight-ass he thinks you are, he’s glad to see you tonight. What he overheard you say on the phone a few hours ago has been weighing on his mind. And his ego.

He finishes up his game of beer pong and the alcohol rushing through his system convinces him to find you and ask you what he’s been mulling over.

“Are you lost?” a voice says behind you.

You turn to look up at Rafe, who’s ducking down so you can hear him over the music. You glance back at Liv, who raises her eyebrows and turns away to give you privacy.

“Or do you actually know how to have fun?” he asks. You sigh as you glance back at him.

“I do, without the expense of people’s sleep,” you reply, a sarcastic smile on your face. “Crazy concept, right?”

“I figured it out,” he says. “Why you’re such a tight-ass.”

“I am not a tight-ass,” you reply.

“It’s ‘cause you can’t get off. I heard you,” he says. He sees embarrassment wash over your face. You know exactly what he’s referring to. “And I’m the loud one?”

You look away, regretting that you didn’t stop to think your voice would float into his dorm room. Fuck.

“Does that actually happen?” Rafe asks. “Girls fake orgasms?”

Your eyes dart up to meet his and you scoff a chuckle.

“Yes,” you say. “What, you didn’t know that?”

Rafe shakes his head. Admittedly, he’s been wondering if any girls faked cumming with him since he overheard you. It’s kind of a blow to his ego.

“Ouch,” you laugh, regaining your confidence. “Let me guess. You thought you had a perfect track record.”

“How can you tell that a girl’s faking it?”

You take a sip of your beer and he can’t help but notice the enticing way your lips look glossed with moisture.

“Every girl’s different,” you say. “But for the most part, you can… feel it. You know… down there.”

You’re glad you’re drunk for this conversation. You doubt you could have it sober.

“How?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“I’m not helping you with this,” you say. “Especially after you were such a dick to me.”

Rafe smirks, looking down. You notice he has really cute dimples. Shit. The fuckboy is charming you.

“Let’s start over,” he suggests. “I have an idea.”

“You can have those?” you ask.

“I heard you say you were nervous trying a new position,” Rafe says, ignoring your chide. You look down in unease again.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he says. You look at him again, speechless over how forward he is. “We can help each other. You show me how to make a girl cum and how to know I actually did it. And I’ll let you practice whatever you want with me until you feel confident.”

You freeze for a second. Is he seriously suggesting you two fuck… to get better at fucking?

“Oh, you’ll let me?” you say, his proposal admittedly making your stomach numb with anticipation. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” Rafe says with a shrug. You realize he’s being totally and unabashedly serious. “What? Do you need time to think about it?”

You take another sip of your drink, the cold beer spilling down your throat.

He is insane. But he’s also attractive. Charming. Confident. Would it be so crazy to start hooking up with him?

You’d have the guarantee of an orgasm, without wondering if the guy you’re with cares enough about getting you there, and you’d get practice so you don’t feel as insecure next time you’re with a guy you actually like.

“I’m in, only if you promise to actually respect quiet hours from now on,” you finally say.

“Great sex isn’t a good enough deal?”

“Who’s to say it’ll be great?”

“So, I have to tiptoe around my own room,” he says, his temper flaring.

“If you consider not blasting music at night tiptoeing, then yeah,” you retort.

If Rafe wasn’t sure of it before, he is now: you’re hot when you’re pissed off.

“Fine,” he relents. He’ll probably be moving out next semester anyway. He fishes his phone out of his pocket and opens a new conversation. “Text yourself so I have your number.“

You hand him your cup in exchange for his phone. You send an eggplant emoji to your number. He takes a sip of your drink and you scowl.

“Are you that selfish in bed, too?” you say.

“You can let me know,” he quips. You roll your eyes at him and take your drink, giving him his phone back. Rafe chuckles when he sees the emoji you sent yourself.

“I will,” you promise. “I’ll call you out on everything you do wrong. If you can take it.”

“Okay,” he says. “Tonight?”

Wow. He’s eager. It’s kind of thrilling that he wants you this badly.

“Maybe,” you say. “If I’m not too tired when I get home, I’ll text you.”

Rafe’s chest tightens with excitement. His hot, mouthy neighbor is actually doing this with him.

“Sure.” Rafe juts out his bottom lip, nodding, as if this conversation is completely normal. He’s so casual about it. This feels unreal.

You give him a small smile. Probably the first genuine one you’ve offered him. Okay. You can admit to yourself that you’re looking forward to hooking up with him.

You stay at the frat house for another hour, hanging out with Liv and a few other friends you made, before you make it to your dorm just before midnight.

After changing into pajamas, and the nicest set of bra and panties that you own, you text Rafe: i’m home if you want to come over.

About ten minutes later, you hear a knock at your door. You open it to see Rafe standing with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his gray sweatpants.

You’re sure he knows how good he looks when you notice the outline of his length. He did this on purpose.

“Eager,” you say. “Were you already home?”

“I was quiet, huh?” he boasts, stepping into your room. He takes a second to soak in your space, eyes travelling over the way you’ve decorated.

“What the fuck? Your room’s bigger than mine,” he says.

“They’re all the same size.” You settle on your bed, glad he’s so comfortable about this, not making it awkward at all. Truthfully, the beer has worn off, and you’re kind of freaked out.

But this is what you’re doing this for. So you can stop being so nervous about sex.

“I’ll show you my room and you’ll see for yourself,” Rafe says. You watch him pace across your space to study the photos on your wall.

His eyes travel over the snapshots of you with your family and friends, your smile bright and pretty in every image.

With Rafe’s back turned to you, you take in the way his broad shoulders stretch out his white t-shirt. By the slight curve in his back, you can tell he’s not just lean, but muscular, too.

“How long are you expecting this… arrangement to go on for?” you ask.

“Until we’re both satisfied,” he says confidently, turning to meet your eyes.

“So, you’re aware you won’t be coming out of this with a girlfriend, right?” you assert.

While Rafe is attractive and charming, he’s also rude and narcissistic. You don’t want him to think you’re interested in him in that way. This isn’t a romance.

“Oh, yeah,” he huffs. “I’m not gonna be in college tied down to one chick.”

You scoff. Yup. Definitely no romance here.

“Maybe don’t call a girl a chick,” you say. “At least not to her face.”

“Right,” Rafe says with an easy laugh. He slowly steps towards you, his eyelids heavy as he looks down at you. “You have nice tits.”

You feel your skin burn, looking down at your chest in your tank-top. Rafe hardens the longer he looks at you.

“How sweet,” you say flatly.

Rafe smirks and sits down next to you, getting right to business as he pulls you in for a kiss. His lips are warm and surprisingly soft. He tastes like cinnamon toothpaste and smells like aftershave.

He’s a good kisser. But you expected as much. By his confidence and the fact that he prepositioned you the way he did, you can tell he’s experienced with girls.

You feel his hand slide up your body and squeeze your breast. You sit back, disjointing your lips.

“Slow down,” you tell him. “Do you always go right into groping a girl like this?”

“Yeah?” His brows furrow.

“Okay, some might like it,” you say. “But most want foreplay. You have to give me some time to get turned on.”

“Aren’t you already?” he asks. “We’re kissing.”

“We’ve been at it for like, a second, Rafe. Just because you’re…” You look down at the tent in his sweatpants. “Ready, it doesn’t mean I am.”

“So, what should I do?” he asks.

“Just… don’t rush,” you say.

Rafe nods and leans into kiss you again, his hand cupping your waist this time. He doesn’t usually like kissing that much, typically wanting to jump right into sex, but the way your tongue runs over his is actually sort of nice.

A few moments later, his fingers dip to pull your top off. When Rafe sees you in your bra, he swallows hard. Why does he feel like this is his first time seeing a half-naked woman?

Probably because he’s being graded, he realizes.

“Wow,” he breathes. You look down, scratching your neck. “Damn, you do get nervous.”

“What?” you say.

“When a guy says wow, take the compliment,” he states.

You shyly shake your head and pull him in for another kiss to brush past the moment. He catches on, pushing you back.

“I’m teaching you shit, too, remember?” he mutters. “Don’t be shy. You’re hot.”

“Alright,” you groan, tugging at his shirt. “Take this off.”

He smirks and obeys, hoping he at least partly got through to you.

When your eyes roam Rafe’s bare torso, your heart pounds harder.

You continue making out, and he eventually slowly unhooks your bra. He peels it off and slowly cups your breast, fondling and gently squeezing.

“Is this too hard?” he asks.

“No, it’s - it’s good,” you sigh. You remind yourself this is supposed to be instructional. “You should… um…”

“What?” he asks against your lips. “Stop being shy.”

“Play with my nipples,” you say, cheeks burning. “Some girls like that.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.” He looks down at your chest and softly pinches you, then rubs his thumb back and forth. “Good.”

Rafe is entirely hard now, your praise making him ache to be inside you. But he’s here to learn. He needs to go slower.

He dips to put his mouth on your chest, his lips locking around your nipple. You let out a shaky moan and he knows he’s doing something right.

Big hands gently press against your hips to push you onto your back. You settle on your firm bed, hands roaming over his smooth back.

He shifts to give your other breast the same amount of attention, coating your nipple in his warm spit. You bite your lip, feeling your stomach tighten in arousal.

“Can I go down on you?” he rasps.

You meet his eyes. Rafe realizes just how pleased you look already. It’s really gratifying.

“Yeah,” you whisper. He eagerly pulls down your bottoms and panties in one move, losing his breath when his eyes take you in.

“Goddamn.” His voice is strained. You’re already glistening and he wants to put his mouth on you immediately.

“Go slow there, too,” you say. “Kiss my thighs first.”

“Okay,” he says, nodding urgently. It’s satisfying seeing him listen to you like this, considering he doesn’t seem to care for rules.

Your thighs are so damn soft against his mouth. He peppers kisses up your skin. It’s taking all his willpower not to start eating you out right now.

Your breaths are shallow as he leaves languid, tender kisses on you. You feel his fingers stretch your lips apart and hear him sharply inhale.

“Now?” he asks impatiently.

“Yeah. Lick everywhere,” you say, “but pay the most attention to my clit. You know where it is, right?”

“I’m not that fucking helpless,” he mutters. You can’t help but laugh.

He lowers his mouth onto you and you tremble immediately. He laps at you for a few seconds, a groan escaping his lips.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You taste really fucking good.”

“Do you always talk like that?” you ask.

“Yeah, is it okay?” Rafe says, suddenly tense.

“It’s amazing,” you admit. “Keep doing it.”

“Yeah?” he says with a smile. He points his tongue over your clit, wriggling it over your flesh.

“That’s good,” you tell him. “Make your tongue flat, too. Switch between the two.”

You feel him nod against you, avidly taking every tip.

“And suck a little,” you tell him. Rafe didn’t think he’d like being bossed around, but the way you’re telling him what feels good and making him better at eating pussy is rewarding.

He starts to suck at your clit and the way you moan tells him everything he needs to know. He sucks harder and your breath gets shaky.

Rafe is desperate to see how the inside of you feels, even if it’s just with his fingers. He shifts to slowly dip a finger in your cunt and glances up to look at you.

“Can I finger you?” he says.

“Yes,” you nod. “It’s good to ask. Start with one.”

He slowly sinks into you, stopping at his knuckle. You’re so tight.

“Shit, baby,” Rafe whispers. “I know you’re gonna squeeze my cock so good.”

Your head is spinning. You’ve never had a man talk to you like this before. This is what you’ve been missing out on, hooking up with guys who didn’t care about your pleasure? It feels unfair.

He adds a finger, curling into you and feeling you clench around him as he continues to work your clit. You look down to enjoy the sight of his head between your legs, the tips of soft dirty blonde hair tickling your skin.

It’s intoxicating, being taken care of the way you want to be.

Rafe’s jaw starts to get sore, but your noises give him the drive to keep going. Eventually, your thighs press against your ears.

“I’m gonna cum,” you mumble. “Don’t stop.” Rafe’s stomach twists with excitement, fully alert and eager to take mental notes.

Your breath stops, your muscles tense, and your walls flutter around him as you meet your peak. Sparks of pleasure fire throughout your body and you tug at the roots of his hair.

He keeps sucking and licking and pumping his fingers until you shuffle beneath him, overstimulated.

“Okay,” you sigh. “Good, that’s good.”

Rafe sits up, his lips wet with your arousal. You look happy, yet somehow kind of guilty. He makes a mental note to figure out how to make you unashamed for having a sex drive.

The way you’re panting is making him so fucking turned on that it hurts.

“I need to fuck you,” he says.

“Yeah,” you say breathlessly, hoping he’d say that. “Do you have something?”

He nods, pulling a condom wrapper out of his pocket. He takes his pants and boxers off at the same time and he springs out.

You never thought you’d think a cock could be perfect, but there’s no other way to describe it.

He leans over you, looking down as he lines himself up and slowly sinks into you. You watch him shut his eyes with pleasure, but when he opens them again, you look down at his body.

“So shy,” Rafe teases, his voice thick. “Make eye contact.”

You listen to him, meeting his eyes. It adds an entirely new level of pleasure and vulnerability, looking at each other while he starts to rock in and out of you.

He starts to thrust faster, revelling in the way your tits are bouncing with his force. His strokes are deep and powerful and you whimper over how nice it feels.

His balls feel tight already. He never cums this fast. There’s something about you that’s making his body react like this. But knowing you already orgasmed, he doesn’t let himself overthink it.

“Feels good?” Rafe asks with amusement in his tone. You moan in response. At least he doesn’t need to improve on this part.

He goes harder, losing his rhythm as he reaches his climax, trembling over you. The way he breathes through it is so unbelievably hot to you.

Once Rafe slows down, he collapses on top of you, his chest pressed against yours.

“How was that?” he mumbles.

“I don’t think your ego needs to get any bigger,” you say breathlessly. “But that was good.”

“Just good?”

You laugh. Okay, it was fucking mind-blowing. He doesn’t need to know that, though.

“Yup,” you say, patting his shoulder. “Let me up.”

“What - what could I have done better?” he asks, sitting up off of you, pulling out. “I listened to everything you said. I swear, I never cum that fast.”

You smirk. He’s desperate for the praise.

“Fine,” you say. “It was amazing, okay? Don’t let it get to your head, frat boy.”

It definitely gets to his head. You can tell by the way he’s smiling.

“What position did that guy want you to try? Wanna do it?” he asks. You shake your head in disbelief. He could probably go all night.

“Next time,” you say, exhausted, your muscles weak.

Rafe’s disappointed, but he doesn’t show it.

“Okay,” he agrees. “Next time.”

part two

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[rachetmath]

Remnant Sucks

Deidamia(SOD): Speak human. What do you wish to be destroyed?

Juane All the Grimm.

Deidamia(SOD): Huh.

Jaune: Yes. All the Grimm. Wiped. Destroyed. Cleared off the map. Is there a problem?

Deidamia (SOD): No. In fact I am impressed you would choose that and wonder why.

Jaune: Grimm are deadly creatures. They adapt quickly. And they shouldn't be a problem but-

Deidamia (SOD): Humans?

Jaune: Humans. Absolutely. Like we kind of are the problem.

Ruby: Jaune how can -

Jaune: Ruby a woman- a human woman decided to go against Gods. GODS. Just to get one man back. That led to her being immortal. She then persuaded thousands of warriors. Hunters of the past. Our predecessors to fight off said gods again just because she didn't like what they did to her. All that death by one woman!

Ruby: Um.

Jaune: Then when said man came back into her life, and he saw the monster she became she killed him and probably her daughters. And that was the beginning.

Ruby: …

Jaune: But let's be honest with ourselves, The Grimm only strike when they sense negative emotions. Why is that?

Yang: Who cares why? They're just monsters.

Jaune: You mean the same monsters who knows when to avoid conflict. Can gain enough intelligence to almost become sentient. And the more they learn they become effective killers. I don't think ‘monsters’ are enough words to describe them.

Yang: …

Jaune: And we know why. We are just Creation's creations, we know no longer have anything to do with Destruction. Meaning?

Weiss: Meaning the Grimm are only following the purpose they were made for before our predecessors were born.

Jaune: Which is killing whatever Creation makes.

Ren: And I mean we earn it sometimes and I can't blame them for how fragile the world is.

Blake: I mean -

Ren: Blake before Faunuses we already were divided. And not just by race.

Jaune: Even to this day we have issues and we solve it with mostly violence. Basically the Grimm are just trying to prevent the world from ending again. Or because they were here first and we just started taking shit.

Ruby: Okay I see your point. Once we get rid of the Grimm the world will be at peace.

Nora: Naive child.

Deidamia(SOD): Ignorance.

Ruby: What?

Oscar: Ruby you know once the Grimm are gone there might not be any use for hunters.

Ruby: Not true we can still hold the peace.

Jaune: Yeah, too bad semblances can divide us.

Nora: Like Ruby compared to the average humans, we might as well be freaks. And even if we try, not everyone gets a semblance. Hell a majority of people barely have aura.

Ruby: Damn.

Jaune: And to be more honest, we failed to do our jobs. Like Hazel's sister died because of a teacher's negligence. Cinder turned out the way she is because of poor conditions and no one helped her. We saw hunters who not only failed at their jobs but attempted to sleep with either one of you girls even though they were tasked with guarding a train.

Weiss: Okay besides those amateurs-

Jaune: Those were pros.

Weiss: Who we don't know.

Jaune: So who do we know as failures? Okay, Qrow is a failure. Not because of his semblance but his choices. Man is a damn idiot. He allowed a fall maiden to be on the brink of death and got Clover killed. Why do you think Maria is better than him? James halted the world to make a new tower, only to abandon that idea when Salem arrived. I say his plan was good but our priorities weren’t in order. Like Tyrian, Salem’s minion wasn’t important but Robyn's dumbass Hill was. Why? And Lion sold us out to save his own ass. And who chose them? Ozpin! And don't get started on Goodwitch.

Oobleck: Mr. Arc-

Jaune: Shut the hell up Luigi.

Oscar: He’s not wrong.

Jaune: Basically Ruby we might as well retire cause at the rate we’re going we might as well be the next upcoming villains.

Ruby: F*** you.

Jaune: F*** your mom. Who also died for nothing. Like Pyrrha. At least Penny died saving people.

Blake: Come on guys we-

Nora: Blake, Harriet almost killed thousands of people under Jame’s orders. Hell we almost did that ourselves, remember? Argus? Pyrrha’s home town?

Ren: And Atlas we had way more to do with the situation. Considering we were following team RWBY’s lead.

Yang: Now wait a minute Nora and Ren, we did that for good reasons.

Ren: No, we did that because Weiss was too scared to go home by herself. Or because for some reason a woman is more understandable while a man is just a destructive creature.

Jaune: Again even though said woman is the reason the world ended before.

Oscar: Not to mention we have Emerald. Out of everyone we could have chosen, we chose Cinder's bottom bitch. That's how low we went. No offense.

Emerald: Non taken?

Ruby: Okay. Um. Um-

Jaune: Ruby, let's be honest here. The Grimm are minor compared to our species. Like we have so many isms in our vocabulary it might as well be a disease name in itself for how it affects the minds of humanity.

Weiss: But Jaune -

Jaune: Shut up hell up Atlasian I already got deal with you entitled mother fuckers enough. Especially Mantle, the only mother fuckers worth were the Faunus. And I put that on Adam Taurus.

Adam: *in hell* Finally one human gets it.

Weiss: We're not-

Jaune: James. The Ace-op. And Cordovin. Need I say more.

Deidamia(SOD): He's not wrong. You humans might well be your own worst enemies. Like all you are just… … ew.

Jaune: I know right. We might as well take each other out. It's that simple. I'm just delaying the impossible.

Deidamia(SOD): And with that note being said I will grant you your wish Jaune Arc. Also you-

Jaune: Ozpin told me ahead of time. I will take my chances.

Deidamia(SOD): Good. Bout damn time he did something useful. Considering he had options.

Jaune: Don't get me started.

[rocknroll7575]

Hi rock I would the like to see a follow-up to the follow-up where team RWBY and jaune are catching up about what has happened to him and them meeting the xmen rouge and Wanda how they react meeting each other

Please and thank you

After departing the Ever After and expressing their heartfelt thanks to the Fantastic Four—Team RWBY still reeling from meeting actual superheroes—Jaune, Wanda, the kids, and the girls boarded the X-Velocity, a sleek black jet with chrome accents and quiet, humming engines. It sliced cleanly through the clouds, en route to the Xavier Institute.

The flight was quiet, the girls mostly gazing out the windows in awe as the Earth unfolded beneath them—so similar to Remnant in some ways, yet unmistakably alien in others. Skyscrapers gleamed like glass daggers in the sun, forests stretched out in uninterrupted green, and oceans sparkled a purer blue than any of them had ever seen.

When the X-Velocity finally descended into one of the Institute’s hidden landing bays—its entrance concealed within a rocky cliffside camouflaged by high-tech projections—RWBY’s eyes widened as the jet smoothly glided into its berth.

“Whoa…” Yang muttered, peering out the canopy. “Okay, this beats any airship Atlas ever built.”

As the hatch opened with a hiss, and the group stepped out onto the landing platform, the girls paused again—this time in stunned silence.

Standing at the far end of the hangar, waiting with warm smiles and outstretched arms, were the X-Men. Logan, Rogue, Nightcrawler, Kitty, Storm, Jubilee, Bobby, and others stood side by side like an extended family that had been holding their breath, waiting to exhale.

“Uncle Kurt!” Magnolia shouted, immediately breaking into a run with Anna close behind.

The two children dashed toward their “aunts” and “uncles,” laughter echoing off the metal walls as they were swept into joyful hugs. Wanda followed at a slower pace, a relieved, emotional smile playing across her face as she watched her children disappear into the arms of people she trusted.

Jaune remained behind, standing in front of the jet, hands on his hips as he took it all in. His eyes softened. This was home.

Team RWBY stood beside him now, still taking everything in.

Ruby leaned toward him, eyes flicking over the colorful group of mutants embracing the kids. “So… who are they?”

Jaune smiled. “My family,” he said simply. “Come on, I’ll introduce you,”

As they walked forward, two figures broke away from the group and strode over—one with confident, even strides and ruby-colored glasses, the other with icy poise and diamond-cut elegance.

“Scott, Emma,” Jaune greeted, smiling as he pulled Scott into a quick, brotherly hug.

“Looks like everything turned out alright,” Scott said, glancing past Jaune to where the children were laughing with Rogue and Kitty. “The kids are safe?”

Jaune nodded. “Yeah, they’re okay, they were scared, but they were brave,” He turned to Emma, his expression more serious. “Though just in case… would you mind checking?”

Emma’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “You’re always so cautious, Jaune, but of course,” she said, brushing a platinum strand behind her ear. “I’ll take a look, though from the sound of things, they’ve handled it better than most other children would,”

Then her gaze shifted—landing on the four young women lingering just behind Jaune. Her eyebrow arched, and a wicked smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Jaune,” Emma said, cocking her head, “don’t tell me you’ve added even more wives to your collection, and younger ones, no less... Should Wanda and Rogue be worried?”

“Ha ha ha,” Jaune deadpanned, fixing Emma with a dry glare before allowing a crooked smirk to form on his lips. “I’m dying of laughter,"

He gestured behind him with a nod, voice softening. “These four are Ruby, Weiss, Yang, and Blake, my friends from my world. From Remnant.”

The playful atmosphere shifted slightly as both Scott and Emma shared a glance. Their expressions turned more serious, curiosity mingling with a touch of concern.

Scott tilted his head. “Wait—Reed managed to open a portal back to Remnant?”

Jaune shook his head. “Not exactly,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “It wasn’t Remnant, the place we found them in was called the Ever After—some sort of parallel realm connected to Remnant, but... not quite the same,”

Emma crossed her arms, one perfectly sculpted brow arched. “A metaphysical pocket dimension, perhaps?” she mused. “Reed would love that,”

“Yeah, Reed said the Ever After had a similar energy signature to Remnant, same cosmic thread, or whatever tech speak he used," Jaune replied. "He thinks if he can trace the resonance between the two, he might be able to pinpoint Remnant’s location in the multiverse,”

“So he’s close?” Scott asked.

Jaune’s expression turned hopeful. “Closer than we’ve ever been, he’s running tests now," Jaune replied. "If anyone can find Remnant, it’s Reed,”

Emma gave a small hum of approval. “Well, I suppose if we’re adding interdimensional travelers to our extended family, at least they’re stylish,”

Behind Jaune, Weiss gave a polite scoff. “Obviously,”

Yang grinned. “Still waiting on the introductions, blondie,” she teased Jaune, nudging his shoulder.

Jaune chuckled. “Right, right, come on, let’s not keep everyone guessing,”

Jaune led Team RWBY through the gathering of mutants, the group parting slightly as the girls stepped into view. The atmosphere buzzed with curiosity—dozens of powerful individuals watching them with interest, yet not a hint of hostility in their eyes.

Stopping in the center of the room, Jaune turned to face everyone and gestured proudly to the girls beside him.

“Everyone, I want you to meet Team RWBY, they’re old friends of mine from Remnant,” he announced, his voice carrying clearly. He motioned to each girl in turn. “This is Ruby Rose,"

Ruby gave an enthusiastic wave, her silver eyes bright. “Hi! It’s really nice to meet you all!”

“Weiss Schnee,” Jaune pointed at.

Weiss gave a polite, reserved smile and a small nod. “Pleasure.”

Jaune then pointed at Blake, “Blake Belladonna,”

Blake gave an awkward little wave. “Hello.”

“And fianlly, Yang Xiao-Long,” Jaune finished.

Yang placed her hands on her hips, flashing a cocky grin. “Sup, love the outfits, by the way, real superhero-core,”

Several X-Men chuckled, and Jaune let out a laugh of his own.

“And these are the X-Men, my family,” he said, turning to the mutants now gathered behind him. He pointed to a tall man with a commanding presence and a sleek red visor over his eyes. “That’s Scott Summers, Cyclops, leader and the guy with the world's most dangerous stare,”

Scott gave a polite nod. “Welcome,”

“Next to him is Emma Frost—our brilliant telepath, and the Institute’s unofficial sugar mama,” He smirked.

Emma gave Jaune a dry look, her arms folded across her white-clad form. “Flattery will only get you so far, Arc,”

Yang leaned in toward Weiss. “Did he say sugar mama?”

“I heard it too,” Weiss muttered.

Jaune let out a warm laugh at Emma’s teasing, shaking his head before continuing the introductions.

“Alright, next up—someone who’s probably the nicest guy you’ll ever meet and can disappear before you finish a sentence,” Jaune said, sweeping an arm toward the blue-skinned man standing off to the side with a gentle smile and glowing golden eyes. “This is Kurt Wagner—or as he prefers to be known, the amazing Nightcrawler! Our resident teleporter and part-time circus philosopher,”

Kurt gave a slight bow, his three-fingered hands clasped together in front of him. “Guten Tag,” he said warmly, his thick German accent carrying a lyrical cadence. “It is an honor to meet friends of Jaune’s,”

Blake tilted her head, visibly intrigued. “Your voice... it’s really soothing.”

Yang grinned. “And the tail is way cooler than I expected,”

Kurt chuckled softly, flicking his spade-tipped tail in a playful curl. “It has its uses,”

“After him,” Jaune continued, pointing to a young woman with short brown hair and sharp eyes, “we have Kitty Pryde—aka Shadowcat, don’t let her size fool you, she can phase through solid walls, scramble tech, and walk out of locked rooms like they were never locked to begin with!”

Kitty gave a wave and a mischievous grin. “Hey! Welcome to our little corner of the multiverse, don’t worry, it only looks like a superhero boarding school, you’ll get used to it,”

Jaune smirked as he turned and gestured to a broad-shouldered man leaning against the wall, arms crossed, with a perpetually unimpressed expression and sideburns that practically screamed grizzled veteran.

“And over here, we’ve got our resident grump—Logan, also known as The Wolverine,” Jaune said, his voice laced with playful sarcasm. “Don’t worry—he’s all bark,”

Logan let out a low, gravelly hum that sounded like it was carved from stone. “Don’t listen to him,” he said with a small, dangerous smirk. “I do bite, and I’ve got the scars to prove it.”

Ruby blinked. “Wait, you’re Wolverine? Like, the guy with the claws?”

Logan raised his hand, and with a slick snikt, three adamantium claws extended from between his knuckles with a metallic glint.

Yang’s eyes widened. “Oh, that’s badass!”

Weiss took a tiny step back. “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

“You’re on the list now, princess,” Logan said, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement.

Jaune laughed. “Don’t worry, he says that to everyone, he’ll warm up to you eventually... Might take a decade or two though,”

Moving on quickly before Logan could retort, Jaune turned and gestured with an open hand to a tall, regal woman who carried herself like royalty wrapped in a thundercloud.

“And here,” Jaune said, a touch more respectful in his tone, “is Ororo Munroe—Storm, master of weather, goddess in a few parts of the world, and the only one here who can end an argument with a literal lightning bolt,”

Ororo raised an eyebrow and folded her arms, her long white hair flowing like a silk banner down her back. “Careful, Jaune,” she said with a teasing smile. “Keep talking like that and I will zap you,”

Jaune put his hands up in mock surrender. “See? Absolute power,” Jaune said.

As the laughter and introductions began to settle, Jaune glanced toward the far end of the courtyard—and his expression softened. A hush seemed to fall over the gathering as a familiar, dignified figure in a sleek, high-tech wheelchair glided silently into view.

“And then there's this man,” Jaune said, stepping to the side with a tone that held both deep respect and genuine affection, “I want you girls to meet the man who made all of this possible, the reason any of us have a place to belong, this is Charles Xavier—Professor X, the heart of the X-Men... and the one who gave us all a home,”

The moment Charles approached, the crowd seemed to instinctively give him space, not out of fear or obligation, but reverence. His presence was calm, measured, yet commanding in the quietest way.

Professor Xavier looked up at the four young women standing beside Jaune, his kind eyes filled with warmth and curiosity. His hands rested gently on the arms of his chair as he spoke.

“It’s a true pleasure to meet all of you,” he said, his voice as smooth and steady as silk. “Jaune has told me a great deal about your courage, your strength, and the world you come from, you’ve clearly endured much—and yet here you are, still standing, still strong,”

Ruby, momentarily taken aback by the presence of the man she could sense held a quiet, immense power, stepped forward and offered her hand. “It’s an honor to meet you, sir, thank you for letting us be here,”

Charles took her hand in both of his, his smile never wavering. “You’re most welcome, Ruby, any friend of Jaune’s is a friend of ours,”

“I think y’all are forgettin’ someone,” drawled a voice from behind them, smooth and unmistakably southern.

Jaune and the girls turned around, curiosity sparking in their eyes—only for Jaune’s face to immediately light up as Rogue sauntered toward them, hips swaying, arms crossed, and a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

“Rogue,” Jaune said with a grin that softened into something more tender. “Trust me, I don’t think I could ever forget about you,”

“You better not, sugar,” she teased, stepping right up to him and rising onto her toes to press a quick, affectionate kiss to his lips.

The room went dead silent for a second—until:

“WHOA! Way to go, VB!” Yang hollered, her eyebrows shooting up and a grin stretching across her face. “Did not see that coming!”

“Jaune!” Weiss cried, her voice somewhere between scandalized and stunned. “You’re a married man! What are you doing kissing another woman?!”

Rogue turned to Weiss, utterly unbothered, and raised her left hand with a wink, flashing a simple but unmistakable wedding band. “Damn right he is,” she said with a grin. “To me,”

Team RWBY collectively froze.

Ruby blinked. “Wait, but… the kids? Wanda? Didn’t she—?”

“I did,” came Wanda’s voice as she calmly approached the group, her soft smile only adding to the confusion. She stepped in beside Jaune and Rogue, her children trailing just behind her like little ducklings. “Jaune’s married to me, yes—but he’s also married to Rogue,”

There was a beat of silence as the girls tried to process that.

Blake furrowed her brow, utterly baffled. “So… both of you are married to him?”

“Mm-hm,” Wanda replied, her smile never faltering. “It’s a shared marriage, we support and love each other equally, it may not be traditional, but it works for us.”

“Better than workin’, it’s been great,” Rogue added, throwing a wink Jaune’s way as she leaned on his shoulder.

Jaune just shrugged, his grin sheepish. “Remnant didn’t exactly prepare me for this kind of domestic life, but… it’s grown on me.,

Weiss looked like she was about to faint. Yang looked like she wanted popcorn. Ruby had her hands on her cheeks in shock, and Blake just stood there, eyes narrowed, trying to calculate how any of this made sense.

“Okay,” Weiss finally said. “This place just keeps getting weirder,”

“Welcome to Earth,” Rogue said with a playful smirk. “Y’all better buckle up,”

[juanarc-thethird]

Gray Sweatpants are dangerous!

Jaune: *With his gray sweatpants and shirt on, ready to go to the gym* Today is a good day to exercise.

Suddenly Pyrha, Yang, and Blake appear in front of the door to stop him.

Pyrrha: *Angry* Where do you think you're going?!

Jaune: To the gym?

Yang: *Angry as well* Wearing that?! Hell no!

Jaune: *confuse* What's wrong with this?

He says as he points to his clothes.

Blake: You cannot wear gray sweatpants in public!

Yang: Exactly!

Pyrrha: That view is not for outsiders' eyes!

Jaune: *Serious* Oh interesting, so now we're telling people what they're allow to wear?

He looks at Yang.

Jaune: You walk around with your mommy milkers hanging out, and nobody's got a problem.

Yang: W-Well...

He looks at Blake

Jaune: You wag around that dump truck like a Pixar mom, and society applauds that.

Blake: Thats different...

He looks at Pyrrha

Jaune: And you walk around exposing your juicy thighs like it's a work of art, and people praise you.

Pyrrha: T-They don't...

Jaune: But when I wanna toss on a pair of grey sweatpants suddenly that's a big deal. Ever think that maybe this tight nice looking outfit is for me? Maybe that's not for you? Maybe I'm tired of people saying "Now I get why Pyrrha puts up with his terrible combat skills" Or "Do you think he has a permit for that thing?" Maybe I just wanna exist!

Pyrrha tries to look away in embarrassment but ends up seeing Jaune's bulge.

Jaune: *He covers his package* Nah-ah, you're not allowed to look at it anymore. That's right, my eyes are up here. Yours better be too.

Pyrrha: *Red* I wasn't...!

Jaune: So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to the gym.

Yang: *Worry* Wait! We're just trying to protect you!

Jaune: *Sarcastic* Yeah right.

Blake: *Concern* It's true! You don't know the dangers that await you out there for wearing sweeatpants!

Jaune: *Opens the door* Whatever the "danger" is, I think I can manage.

Pyrrha: *Panic* JAUNE, JUST LISTEN TO US!

Jaune: *Gets outside* I'm done listening to you girls. Nothing bad will happen to...

Glynda: Come to mommy~💕

Glynda appears in the blink of an eye, quickly kidnapping Jaune using her semblance.

Jaune: MEEEEEEEEeeee!!!!

Yang: *Sighs* We tried to warn him.

Blake: But he never listens.

Jaune: HELP!!!

Pyrrha: Let's talk about that later. Now, let's go rescue our man.

[ficretus]

Blake ships problematic things

*teams RWBY and JNRO in Vacuo cafeteria*

Jaune: So what are you up to these days?

*scroll rings*

Weiss: I have to excuse myself, SDC related business. *walks away from table*

Yang: Well I am mostly killing Grimm VB. Although I did pick up some sweet lasso skills.

Ren: That's bit odd.

Yang: I got inspired by that girl from that crossover I'm not allowed to talk about anymore due to copyright reasons. I asked Ilia for a help since she is a whip user. I guess you can say she... showed me the ropes.

*audible groaning*

Yang: As for the others. Weiss is trying to keep the company afloat, Roobs is probably doing weapon maintenance.

Ruby: My baby is not gonna clean itself.

Yang: Nora and Ren are helping refugees settle.

Nora: I also picked up an electric guitar... not as exciting as I thought.

Yang: Oscar is trying to stay alive and Blakey is back to writing.

Ren: Blake is a writer?

Blake: Not professional one, I mostly write fanfics.

Ren: What kind of fanfics do you write?

Blake: Mostly romantic ones. I usually delve in more sensual aspects of love.

Ruby: She is writing filth.

Yang: Don't be like that, lot of them are sweet. I almost cried when I read her fanfic about us.

Ren: You write fanfics about people around you?

Blake: Yeah, I wrote at least dozen fics about all of you.

Nora: *stands up* Who do you ship me with?

Ren: Nora, you can't just jump Blake like that...

Blake: Ren.

Nora: *giggles*

Ren: *groans*

Ruby: Blake, I hope you are not making me cheat on my beloved Crescent Rose.

Blake: I ship you with Oscar.

Ruby: That's... acceptable.

Oscar: YES! I mean... very interesting.

Yang: Let me guess, Weiss Cream with Vomit Boy.

Blake: No, that one makes no sense.

Jaune: Fair enough, I was obnoxious to Weiss back in Beacon.

Blake: Oh, that's not an issue. I usually ship things like that, but both of you have better partners.

Jaune: Wait, then who do you ship me with? Emerald? That girl from crossover we are legally not allowed to talk about? Cinder?!

Blake: Oh, that last one might work. Need to write few fics about it.

Yang: No offense VB, but I personally don't care who you are shipped with. But what about Weiss?

Blake: Weiss with Whitley.

Everyone: Wait, what?

Blake: There is nothing more beautiful than relationship between siblings. It's both pure and dirty at the same time.

Ruby: I might puke.

Jaune: Wait, you ship me with Saphron?!

Blake: I ship you with all of your sisters.

Jaune: What the hell Blake?! Is that why you kept asking me details about my sisters?! So you can turn it into smut fic?!

Blake: Ugh, it's not a smut fic, it's a beautiful story about people growing closer before crossing the taboo line.

Jaune: *looks at his scroll* Latest story is titled "7 inches, 7 sisters," how the hell is this respectable?!

Blake: It was a conservative estimate.

Yang: VB don't make this about accuracy of your dick size, there are more pressing matters. Do you ship me with Ruby?!

Nora: Wait, is that why you ship me with Ren? You said we were like siblings back in Beacon.

Blake: I don't ship you with Ruby anymore, I wouldn't want you to cheat on me.

Yang: Anymore?!

Ruby: Yup, here it comes. *pukes*

Ren: Look Blake, you can't ship people with their siblings, it's wrong on so many levels.

Oscar: Oz says it was normal back in the day.

Jaune: Not now Oz.

Ren: Imagine if someone wrote about you having an explicit relationship with your parents. How would you feel?

Blake: Ew, that would just be weird. Those two things are not comparable. Sexual relationship between parent and child would be gross violation of trust. Relationship between siblings is pure.

Yang: IT'S THE SAME! But because you are the single child you don't see anything wrong with it.

Weiss: *walks towards the table* What did I miss?

*five traumatic minutes later*

Ruby: *puking*

Weiss: *crying*

Ren: So Blake, what did we learn today?

Blake: Titling the story "Little brother, big problem" is highly offensive?

Ren: Go on.

Blake: Brothers don't jump their sisters whenever they have their back turned to them?

Jaune: Or in any other circumstance.

Blake: Inbreeding is not funny and "we must ensure our babies have Schnee Semblance and blue eyes" is not good reason to do it?

Yang: Or any reason for that matter.

Blake: You are right, this whole... bro x sis thing was mistake on my part. I'll no longer write stories like that. Sorry Weiss, sorry Jaune.

Ren: See, there is nothing constructive conversation can't fix.

Blake: From now on, I am shipping Jaune with Cinder...

Jaune: Sigh, tiny step forward...

Blake: And Weiss with Winter! I can already imagine it, forbidden love and neither can let it go.

Yang: AW COME ON!

Ren: This might take a while...

[dani-ya-dig]

Reminder to everyone in the redacted fandom.

You’re allowed to like the villain characters. It’s not bad to like evil characters, it doesn’t make you a bad person.

AND some of you need to realize that you hating characters because of the bad things they do in the audios (or the things they do that are mentioned in the audios??) isn’t the only right way to feel about them, and doesn’t make you morally superior to anyone else.

It’s funny how this fandom applies such double standards to this too??

Like some of you guys will be die hard Blake fans, or love Azmidi but find it incomprehensible that someone could like Quinn or like Alexis or something. I truly think the only difference here is that the first two have listeners that they are romantically involved with. Because if they were side characters some of you guys would HATE them.

And this isn’t me trying to start discourse or whatever, but this is more me begging you guys to think a little more objectively. Because plenty of people love villain characters for one reason or another. The joker, Jason Voorhees, Darth Vader. Villains have always been popular and it isn’t bad to like them, because yeah villains can be really cool.

Again I don’t want fighting in the fandom, I just think this is maybe a conversation to have??

I don’t know where things stand on this atm, but I remember a while back it was BAD

[bridgyrose]

Transfem Yang Week Day 4: What's it like to feel loved?

Yang put up a fake smile as she listened to Ruby and Weiss prattle on about the boys they were dating. It wasnt that she didnt like Mercury or Neptune, or talking about boys or girls or anything like that, but the more she listened, the more she wondered if anyone could ever love her. Well, more than just her family did. 

And yet, it felt like a dream that could never be hers. 

When she started to transition, she had started to think about what it’d be like to have a boyfriend, to have someone that could care for her and love her, to make her feel like a real woman. But over the years, the more she tried to find that love, the further away it seemed to get. Most guys stayed clear from her, and those that didnt seem to not want her for her, only as a prize. No matter how feminine she presented herself, it never seemed to be enough. 

“Are you going to answer Weiss’s question, Yang?” Ruby asked. 

Yang paused for a moment as she looked up from her lunch. “I-I uh… I didnt hear it.” 

Weiss rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Of course you didnt. I asked if you had your eyes set on anyone.” 

“I dont-” Yang put her fork down and stood up with her tray. “I should go study.” 

“Just dont be late to class.” 

Yang gave a small nod and let her smile drop as she walked away from her team. It didnt feel like she was allowed to have a crush, much less allowed to talk about anyone she was supposed to like. Not that she had really met anyone that she would admit having a crush on. None of the boys caught her eye and-

“Everything okay, Yang?” 

Yang nearly dropped her tray when she heard Blake’s voice. “Yeah, I’m fine.” 

Blake slowly followed behind. “Is this about what Ruby and Weiss were talking about.” 

“No, of course not,” Yang lied 

“You’re about as bad of a liar as Ruby is. They struck a nerve, didnt they?” 

Yang dumped the trash off her tray and put it away. “Its not that its… I love that they’re dating people that can love them, but I… I’m not allowed to have what they have.” 

“Why wouldnt you be?” 

“Because I’m… different.” 

“Being different doesnt mean you cant have love.” 

“It does when I’m not a girl like them!” Yang spat out, eyes going red for a moment. As her eyes went back to violet, she paused and looked away from Blake. “I should go-” 

“You’re as much of a girl like the rest of us,” Blake calmly said as she took Yang’s wrist to stop her. “I know a quiet spot where we can talk more about it. To put your mind to ease.” 

Yang looked away from Blake for a moment until she felt her gently pull on her wrist. With a silent nod, she started to follow her. Her mind raced with thoughts about everything she thought Blake would want to talk to her about. She followed through the halls and up to the rooftop, taking a few deep breaths of fresh air as she stared out over Beacon and the forest. 

“The view’s great, isnt it?” Blake asked as she sat down and stared out. “Figured its a quiet place for us to talk.” 

Yang sat down next to Blake and let out a soft sigh. “Why out here?” 

“To be alone. Easier to talk about things that way.” 

“I guess.” 

Blake gently put an arm around her. “What makes you think you’re so different that you dont deserve love?” 

“I-I…” Yang took a breath and pulled her knees to her chest. “If I tell you, you wont look at me the same way.” 

“Because you were born a boy?” 

“How did you-” 

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are with your medication,” Blake said with a smile as she pointed to her twitching bow. “But that doesnt matter. What matters is that you’re happy as yourself.” 

“Being happy with myself wont help others love me.” 

“It wont, but you still dont have to worry about that. There’s someone who loves you already.” 

“Ruby doesnt-” Yang’s words stopped as she caught a glance of the blush that started to cross Blake’s cheeks. A blush started to cross her own as she felt a hand on her thigh. Without another thought, she put an arm around Blake and pulled her close. “Thanks. I needed this.” 

Blake gave her a smile. “I know a place we can go to after classes tomorrow to eat. Just the two of us.” 

“I’d like that.” 

[sudoki-sara1]

Abandoned

Chapter 10: Questionable Reunion

Previous

A day before the Beacon dance Jaune had learned about Blake's new friend Sun Wukong, needless to say their introduction was not friendly. As Jaune walked around campus he took note of the Atlesian fleets and mumbled to himself.

Jaune: This could be a problem...

Ruby, seemingly appearing from nowhere: Hm? A problem for who?

Jaune: Ah! S-Sorry, just... speaking to myself. No need to concern yourself, Rubes.

Ruby was of course skeptical of Jaune's sudden shift in tone, but decided that she just being paranoid.

Ruby: So... you excited for the dance?

Jaune: Wha- O-Oh right! The dance... I guess I should look forward to it.

Ruby: Haha, yup! My team put in a lot of work setting it up, so you better come. Speaking of which... anyone you plan on asking out?

Ruby's face grew slightly red.

Jaune put his hands in his pockets and pondered for a bit.

Jaune: I guess there is someone I have in mind... we're allowed to bring people from other schools, right?

Ruby's face dropped as she heard Jaune's question, but she hoped he was just curious.

Ruby: Y'-Yeah... you can.

Jaune: That's a relief... ah, I suppose I'll have to introduce you to them.

Ruby: Th-Them!? You... intend to ask more than one person out?

Ruby was curious but jealous at the same time.

Jaune: N-Not like that... I just... want to introduce you and the others to some old friends of mine.

Ruby: I-I see... and do you... have any feelings for one of these friends?"l

Jaune blushed a bit: N-Not at all... I mean, one can get a bit... handsy, but it's not like I'd sleep with them."

Ruby was still skeptical, but before she could continue questioning him Jaune was tackled to the ground by a green haired girl yelling his name.

Jaune: Gah! What the- Em!?

The sound of heels aproaching can be heard.

Cinder: That's enough, Emerald. Give Jaune some space.

Jaune: Cinder!? What are you two doing here!?

A silver haired woman stood next to Cinder, her arms crossed.

Mercury: Ahem, I'm here too Jaune.

Ruby could be seen pouting as Emerald reluctantly got off Jaune.

Ruby: Jaune, who are these girls... how do you know them?

Jaune slowly got up.

Jaune: Ugh, well... these are some of my frie-

Before Jaune could finish the three held onto him, Cinder wrapped her arms around his neck while Mercury and Emerald held onto his arms.

All three: We're his girlfriends~

Ruby was stunned.

Ruby: What!? Yang was right, you are a Lady Killer!

Before anyone could clear up the situation Ruby slapped Jaune with enough force to knock him out.

/ / /

A few hours had passed and in the infirmary Ruby was apologizing profusely as Jaune woke up.

Ruby: I'm so so sorry! I didn't know you three were kidding.

Jaune: So... I assume they told you the truth,"

Jaune sat up.

Ruby, nodding: It was a misunderstanding. I didn't know they were just teasing...

Jaune: Ugh, it's fine. I should've expected them to say something like that. I just didn't think you'd actually hit me for it.

Jaune rubbed his cheek as his aura began to heal him. He got out of the bed, still a bit dizzy but was able to walk.

Jaune: Ruby, do you mind if I talk with Cinder, Em, and Mercury in private for a bit?

Ruby nodded and quickly left the room. Jaune sighed as he sat down and rubbed his temples.

Jaune: So... do you mind telling me what you're doing here? I thought you were coming during the tournament.

Cinder was the first to speak up.

Cinder: We simply wanted to surprise you is all.

Mercury however was quick to tell the truth.

Mercury: Cinder heard of the dance and wanted you to ask her out.

Cinder: M-Mercury! I told you to keep that a secret!

Emerald: Well... that's part of it.

There was an awkward silence before Jaune broke it.

Jaune: So, are you gonna tell me?

Cinder sighed as she realized she couldn't keep Jaune in the dark forever.

Cinder: With the increase in security we figured we could use the Atlas robots to our advantage by uploading a virus that Watts made, so we could sneak Neo in during the tournament.

Jaune: Fine... just try not to cause me too much trouble. The others will no doubt have questions, so try to play along as I introduce you three to them.

The three frantically nodded as Jaune got up and walked to the door as they followed him.

/ / /

On the other side of the door they immediately found team RBYN with Ruby trying to clear up the misunderstanding of Jaune having a harem to her team.

Jaune: Seriously, Rubes?

Ruby: Ah! J-Jaune... I uh... I'm sorry, I couldn't keep my mouth shut and told them they were your girlfriends- Ah!

Ruby was pushed aside by Yang who whistled at the sight of Cinder, Mercury, and Emerald.

Yang: So, Lady Killer, how'd you snatch yourself three hotties?

Jaune: They're not...

Jaune rubbed his temples as he sighed.

Jaune: I'm not dating any of them.

While Blake looked a little disapointed Pyrrha chimed in.

Pyrrha: So... you're not taking them to the dance?

Jaune: Well... I am, but only as friends. We grew up together so I want to make some new memories with them while we're together.

As Yang raised her eyebrow in skepticism Jaune sighed.

Jaune: I'm never convincing you I'm not dating ANY of them, am I?

Yang, in a cocky tone: Nope.

Jaune: Whatever, I'm sure my team is wondering where I am.

Jaune walked away, the three girls following behind him.

Blake finally decided to speak up.

Blake: So, they've definitely slept with each other, right?

The rest of team RBYN reluctantly agreed despite not wanting to envision such a sight.

/ / /

Back in team JNWL's dorm Ren was simply reading a book while Nora was trying to callm down a worried Weiss.

Nora: I'm sure our leader is perfectly fine. I mean... he's always been able to return safely.

Weiss paced around the room.

Weiss: But what if he doesn't? Then I'll have to ask out Neptune to the dance. I can't just go alone.

As Weiss heard the door open she quickly returned to her usual haughty attitude.

Weiss: About time you got-

However Weiss noticed the three girls behind her ma- her leader, 'Who are these hussies? Are these the type of girls Jaune is into, I don't stand a chance if so.' Weiss forced a smile.

Weiss: S-So… who are these girls?

Jaune: Oh, hey Weiss. These are just some… old friends. They recently just came here from Haven for… the dance.

Weiss shuddered as she heard his words: O-Oh… so you’re saying that… you’re taken.

Jaune: Well… I don't like them like THAT so-

Before Jaune could finish Weiss interrupted him.

Weiss: Shut up! Just shut up!

Jaune noticed as Weiss looked down and tears hit the floor. He reached out his hand.

Jaune: W-Weiss... are you... crying-

Weiss quickly moved back: Shut up! You... you don't know anything! You shouldn't... you shouldn't say that kind of stuff... How about you think about how others might feel before...

Before she could say anything she might regret Weiss ran out of the room.

Jaune: Weiss!

The three girls stopped Jaune from running after her.

Emerald, letting go of Jaune: It's fine... just... let the girl be for now.

The entire situation made Ren look up from his book.

Ren: Jaune... you really are dense.

Jaune sighed as he decided to retire for the day and let Cinder, Mercury, and Emerald introduce themselves.

/ / /

Meanwhile Weiss was crying on a balcony.

Weiss: Stupid Jaune... stupid dance... stupid 'friends' I don't even want to go anymore.

A certain blue haired boy walked from around the corner and sat next to her.

Neptune: So... did Jaune reject you?

Weiss sniffled as she wiped away her tears.

Weiss: No... I never even asked him to the dance.

Neptune: Really, you were gonna ask your own team leader to the dance?

Weiss brought her knees to her chin: Why do you care, Neptune?

Neptune: Well... why do you think he's stupid if you haven't even asked him out yet?

Weiss: ... He brought three girls to our dorm and insisted that they were "just friends" but... I could tell they didn't think that way.

Neptune looked up at the Atlesian fleets patrolling the sky.

Neptune: Maybe... but there's a possibility that they're just comfortable around each other. Wait... did you say three girls?

Weiss: That's besides the point... I just... even if I ask him what if... he spends more time with them than with me?

Neptune: So? You'd be the one girl he'd think of more than a friend if you asked him out. Maybe not lovers, but it's a step in the right direction.

Weiss looked at Neptune and pondered on his words.

Weiss: You know what? You're right! I shouldn't this stop me.

Weiss quickly stood up: Thank you Neptune. I wish you luck.

As soon Weiss was gone Neptune realized what he had done.

Neptune: Dammit! I just ruined my own chances!

Sun walked in from around the corner while laughing.

Sun: Dude, did you seriously just do that? That was the perfect moment to ask her out!

/ / /

Jaune not able to get any sleep decided to walk around campus, taking note of any vulnerabilities in the security for Cinder to use.

Weiss had also been wandering around, looking for Jaune when she found him roaming the halls.

Weiss: Jaune!

Jaune turned around and saw Weiss walking towards him.

Jaune: Weiss, what are you doing out this lat-

Weiss interrupted him: Shut up. I'm here to... Go to the dance with me! Not as a friend... as... as something more!

Jaune blushed at Weiss' sudden confession.

Jaune: W-Wait, what... I mean... this so sudden I-

Weiss: I won't take no as an answer!

Jaune was a blushing mess as he watched Weiss confidently walk back to the dorm.

Weiss however was also a blushing mess when she entered their team dorm.

Weiss: Nora! I did It!

Nora quickly got up from her bed and hugged Weiss.

Nora: Yeah! I knew you could do it!

The two laughed for a while before heading to their beds, well Nora did anyways. It had at this point become a habit for Weiss to fall asleep in her leader's bed.

Next

[howlingday]

Jaune: Guess the series is over now, huh?

Blake: Mhm, though I can't say I saw the ending coming the way it did.

Jaune: Kinda wish there was a big bang finale at the end.

Yang: Those bombs made a pretty big bang, especially when The Brothers showed up.

Jaune: Yeah, but I thought maybe you guys would be fighting and struggling at the end there, and you'd start getting beaten down, but then I'd show up at the end to help and cut off Salem's hand, freeing you and allowing you the time I gave you to use the power of teamwork and a simple soul to seal her away for good.

Jaune: (Sighs) I could have been a good character for once...

Weiss: Jaune, what are you talking about? You already did that! Don't get me wrong, that finale does spund fucking dope and probably would have been the best fucking climactic showdown of the entire series, but it still would have just been a big flashy metaphor for something you've already done.

Ruby: We've all fucked up, Jaune. I was suffering from depression while Weiss fought cartoon physics and Blake and Yang got... either hooked up or fucked or something?

Weiss: (Coughs) Fuckingfinally (Coughs)

Ruby: The fate of the world was literally at stake and not once did you break under the weight of it all, never did you turn your back on your friends, and despite all the hate people might still have for you even after all how much you've proven yourself, and you have proven yourself, YOU were still the one who hung on to the end, Jaune. I fucking cracked, and in my darkest hour, YOU were the light that helped guide our friends to me simply by being the voice of reason and compassion. And sure, quiet fortitude might not be as entertaining as over the top anime showdowns to the most butt-rock of songs, but most people can't have those things anyway.

Ruby: But they can be like you, though, and I hope they try because there's no place in this life where humility, self-reflection, and resilience won't serve you well. You're a top-tier character, Jaune Arc,

AND YOU FUCKING EARNED THIS

[preet-01]

I've been in a bit of a dosh mood recently so here's another quick dosh fic with some Christmas tree shopping

After the Enchante ad for the pop-up bus is filmed and set to be released – a feat that they had been able to do within just a day, or rather a few hours – Daniel is quick to get on another plan and head somewhere colder than New York City. 

Normally, Daniel would do his best to avoid going cold places. He’d actively run from them and try to get out of commitments that would take him towards them, but these days, he finds himself seeking out the cold. Not for the winter weather or anything like that, but for the warmth it gives him in the shape of an NFL quarterback laying atop him in bed or cuddling him on the sofa. 

Most of his friends think he’s foolish for trading the likes of Monaco and Los Angeles for Buffalo, but none of them get to see how Josh lights up every time Daniel tells him that he’ll be in New York and is thinking of heading further north. None of them get to be carried by Josh and kept warm. He hates the cold, but Daniel is coming to quickly learn that he loves Josh much more than he could ever hate the weather. What are low temperatures in comparison to a lover’s embrace? 

Within three hours of finishing all the work for the ad, Daniel is on Josh’s doorstep. His rental is parked next to Josh’s truck, filled with minimal luggage that could be brought in later. For now, his only concern is getting into the warm home, as such, he finally has use of the key Josh had pressed into his hands just a few months earlier. Normally, Josh was always by Daniel’s side, never giving him reason to use the key that Daniel had carried from country to country with him since he’d gotten it. 

“Honey, I’m home!” Daniel calls out, always wanting to yell that out when he comes home. 

“Daniel?” Josh questions, rushing to the entryway from wherever in the house he had been. Daniel presumes that Josh has just returned from practice given he’s wearing the team shirts. “What? How?” 

“We finished filming and editing today,” Daniel replies, “thought we could do that Christmas decorating before you had to leave.” 

They’d only talked about it in what-ifs and maybes, unsure if their schedules would allow it. But now, Daniel had free reign of his schedule and no expectations of him spending the few weeks between Abu Dhabi and Christmas in Europe. 

“Yeah?” Josh asks, lighting up just as he always did when they were together and one of their plans would work out. 

“Yeah,” Daniel agrees. He could stand the cold Buffalo nights for that face. 

_____________

“We could come during a warmer day,” Josh says, as he lays in bed watching Daniel put on his third layer of clothing – all before the big winter coat was to be put on. 

“Does Buffalo have warmer days?” Daniel questions knowing that the answer is no. Blake, Max, and Scotty had all warned him about just how cold Buffalo could get when Josh first started coming around and then again when everyone noticed that Josh wasn’t going to be leaving anytime soon if he had a say in it. And for good measure, a third time when Daniel happily told them about the key Josh had given him. 

“Not really,” Josh replies. 

Every year, Josh gets his tree from the same local Christmas tree farm. It’s a bit of a drive, but according to Josh, it is completely worth it. 

The previous week’s snow hadn’t completely melted yet, causing it to glisten underneath the string lights the farm’s owners had put up and the moonlight. “How big are we thinking?” Daniel questions. A few people are milling around, but none of them pay much attention to Josh and Daniel. 

“9 feet?” Josh suggested, wrapping his arm around Daniel, who despite multiple warm layers was still shivering in the cold night air. Smiling up at Josh, Daniel nods. Josh’s house had more than enough space for a large tree and Daniel had an idea of how they could get the ornaments, lights, and the star on. It involved him climbing Josh, something that he liked doing a lot and often. 

Under twinkling lights and cold winds, they make their way through the farm – judging each tree as they go. They were good trees, great even, but none of them were perfect. Daniel wanted a perfect tree. It was to be the first of hopefully many Christmas trees they would be buying, so it had to be perfect – there were standards to be set. 

“Mistletoe,” Josh notes when they get closer to the end of the tree selection. Glancing up, Daniel sees that there’s mistletoe hanging. Wrapping his arms around Josh’s neck, he pulls the taller man down just slightly to kiss him. 

That’s when Daniel spots the perfect tree. 

It’s tall and wide because the circumference also matters when choosing a good tree. And unlike some of the earlier trees that they’d seen, it’s got a ton of branches and needles, making it look very full. It’s a balsam fir that’s at least three feet taller than Josh. “That one,” Daniel says. 

“It’s perfect,” Josh agrees, calling over one of the workers to prepare it for travel. “Our first tree together,” Josh says as Daniel leans in for another kiss. 

[diaryofamadsunwukongfan]

Me, minding my business on Pinterest when

And since I'm a bitch I'm going to analyze it:

Abusers & oppressors getting their asses kicked: True (although I am interested in who the oppressor is in this context)

Empowering girls: Broadly true, but RW/BY's feminism has been criticzed in the past for stuff like most of the girls being trained by boys (Ruby & Qrow, Blake & Adam, Yang & Taiyang) or the fact that this gender equal society still has majority male leaders

Lgbt rep: Let's see, we have Blake & Yang (who are curiously only attracted to each other), Jaune's sister and her wife who at the very least got a decent amount of screen time for side characters, Scarlet (somehow less lines than Jaune's sister), Nolan I guess, a background character that got retcon to straight after the writers realized that introducing a gay character just to kill them off is bad, Illia (cute character, but the writing for her is an oof), and Marigold (who's voice actress is not coming back to the show, I wonder why...)

Disability rep: and here's where everything starts to go down the shitter. This show has one good disability representitive (Yang) and everyone else is a villain in some way (Adam, Neo, Ironwood, Tyrian, Cinder post v4). Note: Maria and Penny's dad only count as good rep when they are allowed outside the freezer Amity tower

Mental illness rep: I lol when I got to this part. Ok, once again Yang is decent rep for pwPTSD, and then you are once again struck with a sea of "scary crazy people" (Adam, Ironwood, Tyrian, Cinder post v4). Also, this is extremely minor, but the way Ruby & friends react to Mercury being "weird" (in school settings, thats usually code for neurodivergent) in ep 1 of v3 was... a choice (fun fact: childhood abuse causes a lot of mental disorders so... yeah)

Racial Diversity: Stop wasting my time and fuck off. Not going into detail again over this shows racist writing (note: the reason I have issues with Illia, Maria, and Penny's dad is because of said racist writing).

3/6, better luck next time I guess :/

[littlemissvenom0]

John Murphy - Guess I should have stayed closer to you.

The 100 had landed on Earth, and it was clear from the start that the old rules didn’t matter. It was survival of the fittest, and Bellamy Blake was quick to step up as the leader, throwing his weight around, daring anyone to challenge him. But that didn’t intimidate you. You had your own survival skills and had already learned the hard way to rely on yourself.

Bellamy noticed you didn’t take orders easily, that you didn’t give him the same awestruck looks as some of the others. He couldn’t ignore it — or you. Every time he tried to boss you around, you either brushed him off or straight-up defied him. You weren’t reckless; you just had a different sense of the risks worth taking and a lot of knowledge he hadn’t even thought of.

One night, while everyone huddled around a campfire, Bellamy called for a planning meeting about securing the camp. You listened, but eventually, you interrupted, “You’re just talking about piling sticks together, Blake. It’s not gonna keep anything bigger than a rabbit out.” A smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth, and the rest of the camp snickered, amused by your bluntness. Bellamy scowled, but when you started talking specifics about building a defensive wall, he begrudgingly listened.

You made enemies with a few loyal Bellamy followers, but you didn’t care. You were here to survive, not make friends. Clarke respected your insight, though, and you’d often find her seeking you out, asking for tips. Your guarded nature drew Murphy’s interest, too. At first, you were wary of him. He could be unpredictable and sharp-tongued, but you soon noticed there was more to him. He didn’t fall in line behind Bellamy either, and he respected that you didn’t take any nonsense from him or anyone else.

After a while, Murphy would catch your eye across the campfire, a smirk on his face. He’d roll his eyes when Bellamy postured or sneered when others blindly followed. Despite your general disdain for people here, you found yourself gravitating toward him. He had a sarcastic sense of humor that, while rough, was the only thing that kept things real around here. And he seemed to sense the same in you, appreciating that you didn’t just go along with whatever Bellamy or Clarke wanted.

One day, a hunting trip went south. A thick, deadly mist rolled in fast. You’d been separated from Murphy but ended up in a cave with Bellamy and Charlotte, huddling together for safety. Bellamy was all false confidence, trying to reassure Charlotte even as he cast a worried look toward the mist outside.

“Is this your idea of protecting everyone?” you jabbed, not holding back. Bellamy scowled, looking like he wanted to say something back but had nothing. It was satisfying, seeing his bravado falter, even if the mist made the situation tense.

Hours later, the mist finally faded, and you all cautiously ventured out. You didn’t expect anything — people here cared for survival, not for each other — but when you stepped out, Murphy was already scanning the woods, his eyes darting around with worry.

When he saw you, his shoulders visibly relaxed, and he crossed the distance to you, his usual smirk replaced by something more vulnerable. “What the hell happened in there?” he asked, trying to sound casual, but you could see the worry he was trying to hide.

“We made it. Bellamy tried to play hero.” You rolled your eyes, knowing Murphy would appreciate the jab. But it was hard to keep up your guarded front under the way he was looking at you. In that moment, standing close, words weren’t necessary. You both understood.

You gave him a small, grateful nod. “Guess I should’ve stayed closer to you.” It was a concession, and Murphy didn’t miss it. He just grinned, the worry finally leaving his face.

“Yeah, maybe you should’ve,” he replied, his voice softer than usual.

You both walked back to camp side-by-side, a silent acknowledgment between you that neither of you had allowed with anyone else.

[the-one-and-only-overlass]

so ive been thinking about a worm/rwby crossover fic off and on for a while now, the basic premise being that team rwby (or at least ruby and yang) wind up in a cluster trigger.

yang, ruby, and blake are pretty easy

yang gets stronger the more she gets hurt, with some degree of regeneration to allow her to stay in the fight.

ruby gets danger sense that lets her sense when other people are in danger, coupled with super-speed/momentum control. crucially, her danger sense's range is just a little farther than she can reach in a dead sprint with the warning she gets.

with blake i barely even have to change anything from canon. her semblance lines up perfectly with her issues. teleportation + decoy + invisibility for a couple seconds, perfect.

weiss is where things get tricky. she's probably some kind of tinker, considering her rich-kid status, her dad seeing her as a tool and/or puppet, etc. the problem is, what the hell would her specialty be. bc there's like. two things going on with her. number one: the realization that her family, and the company they own, are fucking evil. and two, her dad only sees her as a tool for his own ends.

cybernetics might work? like yeah it lets her get her independence from her dad on the face, but the materials she needs are expensive, and she's literally turning herself into a tool/puppet. something to think about.

[ranger-ribbons]

An idea: Power Ranger brainwashing recovery support group. From Tommy Oliver to Ollie Akana, there are a lot of people in this show who need it.

Tommy Oliver: Mighty Morphin Green, Mighty Morphin White, Dino Thunder Black

Karone: Lost Galaxy Pink

Merrick Baliton: Lunar Wolf

Ryan Mitchell: Lightspeed Titanium

Shane Clarke: Ninja Storm Red

Tori Hanson: Ninja Storm Blue

Dustin Brooks: Ninja Storm Yellow

Hunter Bradley: Thunder Storm Red/Crimson

Trent Fernandez Mercer: Dino Thunder White

Vida Rocca: Mystic Force Pink

Korrag: The Wolf Warrior

Kevin Yamamoto: Samurai Blue

Ollie Akana: Dino Fury Blue, Cosmic Fury Blue

~

They trickle in one by one.

The brainwashed, those under spells, the ones who were raised bad, lied to, cast aside. The ones who lost their memories or were fallen in battle and risen as evil. The ones who were tricked.

Tommy, as always, leads these meetings. He's there before any of them. Karone slips in after him, sitting prim and proper in her seat as she texts her magni, "treasure," literally translated. Merrick follows her, sitting cross-legged on the couch and fiddling with the collar of the silver jacket he wears. Then comes Ryan Mitchell, his ring flashing in the meager light and eyes angry, looking around pissed off as if asking for a fight. Tommy makes sure to pay close attention to the demon-raised man.

Following Ryan, the Ninja Storm Rangers - Red, Blue, and Yellow. The pair bring with them an electric feeling, like a storm was on the rise, just waiting to happen. Next comes Trent, breathing deeply to calm himself down, the White kisses his girlfriend goodbye at the door and sends her off, looking like he'd rather go with her. Tommy keeps a special eye on him as well.

After Trent, Vida Rocca charges in. She wears a new pink choker, her only allowance to her color, the rest of her outfit is varying shades of black, white, and grey. On Vida's heels comes Leanbow, the Wolf Warrior, among the oldest of the Power Rangers. Right at the start time, Kevin Yamamoto comes in, calm and poised as any samurai Tommy has ever met. And five minutes later, in trails their newest member, Ollie Akana.

"Are we missing anyone?" Tommy asks after another five minutes.

Karone shakes her head. As Tommy’s assistant in Jason and Billy's absence, it's her job to keep track of the topics and make sure everyone who wants to speak gets a chance.

Tommy nods. "Alright," he says. "Let this session start, then. Where did we stop last time?"

Karone checks her notes. "Hunter Bradley was talking about his time on the island trying to kill his brother."

Tommy glances at the Ninja Rangers. Shakes shakes his head. "Hunter and Blake went to visit their grandmother. She got really sick."

"Well, alright. Before we get into it, let's welcome our newest member, Ollie Akana."

Ollie looks up, startled. When all eyes turn to him, he waves awkwardly. Ollie is intelligent, like Billy and Justin, so Tommy’s not shocked to see his less than stellar social skills. "Hi," Ollie says, faux casual.

"Introduce yourself?" Tommy offers.

Ollie swallows before nodding. "I'm Ollie," he says unnecessarily. "I'm Dino Fury and Cosmic Fury Blue. I guess I'm here for support? I don't really know."

Tommy nods. "It's okay, man, we've all been there. If you want to talk about it today, we'll listen."

Ollie thinks about it for a second, but ultimately shakes his head. "Not today," he says. His voice is devastated. Tommy knows how he feels.

"Alright," Tommy replies. He moves on, so the spotlight is off Ollie. "Ryan, you wanna kick us off?"

Ryan looks up, eyes like molton steel, and nodded. "Yeah," he replies. "We found a straggler a few days ago. I knew this one personally. He tried to beg for mercy, talking about all the 'great times' we'd had together." Ryan scoffs, one arm around his waist. "I don't think he understood just how much those great times actually hurt. Sucks."

Tommy nods. "I understand," he replies. "It's rough meeting the people we once considered friends before."

Vida raises a hand. "Some of the Briarwood folk still look at me like I'm gonna sprout fangs and eat them. Others wish I'd go back," she explains. Turning to Ryan, she adds, "It's never easy, is it?"

Ryan shakes his head. "Sometime, when they aren't paying attention, the Lightspeed Rangers will flinch like they expect me to hit them," he replies. "Hurts being only seen as the guy who got raised by demons."

Karone hums sympathetically. "Or the daughter of evil," she adds in.

"Your Red is you brother, right?" Ryan asks. "He the only one that doesn't look at you like you're gonna snap at any second?"

Karone nods, shifting closer. Tommy allows the group to keep talking, only speaking up when the conversation allows. This is what this group is for: to allow the various brainwashed Rangers to commiserate and share their pain. Tommy turns his attention to the newest Blue. He walks over and sits next to the twenty year old, the youngest of his team. "Hey," he says.

Ollie startles again, looking up. "Hi, Doctor Oliver," he replies.

Tommy smiles. "Just Tommy," he asks. "Only my students call me doctor."

Ollie nods in acceptance.

Tommy sobers and continues, "I know you're not ready to talk about it, but one day, it's gonna hit you hard that you almost killed the people you love. It's gonna hit fast and it's gonna hit soon." He reaches into his pocket and produces his business card. "When it happens," he says, "call me. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Ollie takes the care hesitantly with shaking hands. He looks up at Tommy with wide eyes, then nods. "Thanks," he replies.

Tommy smile again. "'S what I'm here for."

~

@softlytowardthesun Thank you!

[itsclydebitches]

Cinder is a lot more sexualized then the male parts of Salem's inner circle

Like tyrian is shirtless sometimes but that does not feel as...drawn attention to, as say, the lingering shots of Cinder's butt or thighs. Or her wearing short shorts and high boots you know what I mean?

I do, anon. RWBY got a lot of attention back in the day for its anti-upskirt technology, but that doesn't give it a free pass for all the other ways you might (and it does) sexualize the cast. I've never been inclined to give RWBY too much shit in this regard because it is pulling from media with a LONG history of such designs and cinematography - it feels unfair of me to act like RWBY is uniquely responsible for such problems when I'm simultaneously willing to overlook, say, the 90's "gag" of Yusuke flipping up Keiko's skirt - but there's nevertheless a voice in the back of my mind constantly asking things like, "Why are so many of the girls fighting in heels?" and "Why are they dressed like they're going to the club and not the literal TUNDRA??" I'd kill for the whole cast, but the girls in particular, to get a re-design that focuses on fashionably compelling practicality, rather than sexy fanservice. (Though Ice Kingdom did a good job overall, particularly for Ruby.) Sure, RWBY didn't give us panty-shots, but one of the first characters we're introduced to is literally designed like a dominatrix.

If we're talking about outfits though... I'd say Emerald gets hit the worst out of Salem's minions. Yeah, Cinder is definitely sexualized in a more general sense as the tall, white (that's not a coincidence), long-legged beauty who sensually conjures fire as she prowls towards the heroes, camera focused on her hips swaying. But Emerald?

She suffers from the same problem Yang has. AKA, if your woman isn't classically beautiful (like Wiess and to a different extent Blake), or cute / child-like (Ruby, Penny), but is instead going for a sporty, comparatively masculine-esque vibe... then they've got to show a LOT of skin. RWBY makes it sexy by just denying them clothes. You're entering dangerous battles on the daily? You want to protect yourself? Too bad. The audience needs a midriff and cleavage and your whole arms to stare at. Shorten the skin-tight pants so we can see some leg too. Oh, Yang has to have long pants because she's heading into the coldest Kingdom in Remnant? Never mind that, cut a strip out to show her thigh.

"But Clyde, the girls don't need to wear armor because of aura--" then why the hell does Jaune bother wearing that heavy-ass suit? Is it weight training? Does he just think it makes him look cool? ...or does it exist in case his aura breaks and he's allowed to wear more protective gear because there are different gender expectations attached to his design? The aura argument is just a modern rehashing of the Supergirl sun argument: using made up lore to "justify" getting your women characters into skimpy outfits, despite the men rarely being held to the same standards.

Tyrian is actually an interesting exception here and if I were less tired I'd think through this argument more, but something something as the "crazy" character he's allowed more leeway in breaking those expectations. Also the open shirt shows off his scars, which likewise help sell how dangerous he is. With the exception of characters like Cinder and Nora - whose injuries are Important Character Moments the audience gets to see play out - scars are surprisingly uncommon in Remanent. Or, again, they're severely downplayed so as not to interfere with that classic beauty design (like Weiss', or even Yang who gets a perfect cut when losing her arm). So when you see a character with giant scars spanning the length of his chest, an open shirt drawing deliberate attention to them... that makes you go, "Oh shit. What's he been through to scar like that in a world where most people make it out of fights with no permanent damage?"