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ways jaune should have been used in the atlas arc

it's basically fact that jaune's now the strongest character in the show. but rwby seems determined to not acknowledge that the man with

infinite aura! THE ABILITY TO BUFF ANY FREAKING HUNTSMAN AROUND HIM! AND THE ABILITY TO HEAL ANY INJURY AND PREVENT THEM FROM GETTING TIRED!

might be relevant to an ongoing war. so with that all said how could the atlas arc have handled something as broken as jaune's semblance? 1 cinder realizes that jaune's got to be taken out or avoided at all costs. even if he's not personally skilled enough to hit her with his infinite aura he can boost others who are and she lacks anything to take him out besides assassination. and she has to kill him before his aura has a chance to heal him because again infinite aura means he can heal basically anything and block basically anything.

this leads to her taking a divide and conquer strategy. pretty simple, she starts making people fight over jaune rather than work with him by keeping the pressure up and making sure jaune's too busy to help. constant terrorist attacks would work perfect for that.

2 have the ace-ops recruit him and have one of them not like it.

leading to fighting in the team as they take issue with losing a medic that can keep them fighting forever and heal any wound over some hurt feelings.

have blake and weiss take issue with jaune being brought onto the elite team due to their own egos (maybe bring up the fact that weiss never thanked jaune for SAVING HER LIFE) and blake take issue with jaune being a human and being fast tracked. bring up whether or not it's racist that jaune's getting special treatment when it's his semblance that makes him so valuable.

3 inter team jealousy.

have oscar feel like he's not doing enough and start pulling stupid shit to try and make himself as important to people as jaune. have him want to be a hero. hell it would give him an actual motivation to be there in the first place.

have ruby be worried that she's losing her friend but have no idea how to bring up this issue.

have nora and ren arguing about whether they should fight to keep their leader. maybe with ren blowing up and saying he never saw jaune as a leader only a team mascot (it doesn't matter if it's true only that he says it in the heat of the moment and they have to deal with it)

all of these options have one thing in common though. THEY DON'T EVEN NEED JAUNE TO BE THERE! hell it would probably make it more poignant that they're not actually fighting over jaune the person but his semblance instead. (except for ruby and nora but they're outliers) and it would let all the characters have a little more characterization as you see how they react to one of the previously weakest characters now being a highly sought after force multiplier

77 notes • Posted 2021-10-06 20:45:29 GMT

a concept

a pokegirls au where jaune is a trainer along with ren. ren is more intrested in contests but jaune is a league trainer aiming for champion.

ruby: normal type (haven't figured out what kind possibly flying type mixed in) jaune's first pokegirl they grew up together

weiss: the first pokegirl that jaune caught (she was on the mountain that surrounds jaune's hometown and was something of an urban legend for the area) alolan vulpix. she's very high maintainance and doesn't listen to orders from just anyone

blake: dark type defiantly still a cat girl. jaune runs into her after he beats his first gym and rescues her from an abusive trainer. more to the point she gives him her pokeball and jaune just agrees to protect her. she was really prepared for the whole selling herself bit but it wasn't necessary. she was kinda disappointed (recommendations are welcome for the actual name of her pokemon. something dark and cat based would be best though i do like the idea of her being a poocheana lmao)

yang: bagon) ruby's half sister she's jaune's second pokegirl he didn't catch her though she just followed after him and her sister. jaune's sweeper for the most part when things go wrong she's the one who wins battles. eventually becomes a salamance after she learns to truly trust jaune

pyrrha: either a fighting type or jaune's rival for the league not sure yet)

ren: best friend to jaune and a contest champ in the making he set off on his own journey with a wild nora that he caught with jaune and ruby's help

nora: wild pokegirl who's lived a hard life. utterly loves ren and jaune for bringing her into the life she has now. some sort of electric type or normal type. possibly a pikachu because i enjoy the idea)

white fang: a terrorist group dedicated to making the strongest pokegirl in the world through any means necessary. views friendship with their pokegirls as a weakness

salem: champion of the league possibly involved with organized crime and white fang in particular

ozpin: the professor for jaune's story

vale region: based off of rural America/ Canada. no actual gyms most places are run by a militia of trainers and their pokegirls. you have to beat each sheriff in the town to be allowed to take on the champion of the region. the champ is expected to protect the areas should the militia and sheriff fail.

@weatherman667 @thatorigamiguy any ideas? questions? comments? this is just an idea that I thought would be fun feel free to add anything you think of

open to everyone

86 notes • Posted 2021-05-09 04:55:25 GMT

the art is by @exp1016 and it was so good that i decided to write a story for it. this was edited by @thatorigamiguy

Business and Pleasure

Jaune was somewhat disillusioned with being an adult. Not that he hated his life or anything, It was more that he had come to understand that ninety percent of life was bullshit to fill the time; the other ten percent was screaming in terror as you tried to stop the cock up cascade that had just started before it hit critical mass and destroyed a town.

Married life was not too dissimilar though the most significant change was that Jaune knew that Yang was there for him despite everything. It meant that there was a level of happiness that Jaune could never truly dip below. It also meant the high points of his life were significantly higher.

This is why it wasn’t too hard to focus on the paperwork in front of him. He and Yang both made money through the protection of the town as their resident Huntsmen, with their payment typically coming in the form of food and board with a little pay when the town had sold their harvest.

Jaune had since added in a few techniques for homesteading his dad had taught him as a boy, and as it turns out, he would have made a damn good farmer if his heart wasn’t set on being a Huntsman. Since most of the techniques to improve the harvest were by their nature passive, it means the town had a lot more time on its hands and a lot more food and money to go around. This, of course, was not without its drawbacks.

More food and money, meant more commerce to their town. More Commerce meant more people flocking to their town, settling down, and either becoming farmers or starting their own trade. More hard working people meant more output, and with more output came an economic growth. So then, what exactly was the drawback of having more people, more workers, and more commerce?

Well for starters, idle hands are the Devil's favorite playthings. With the townsfolk having to work less hours, that meant it was time for them to cut loose and have fun. And “fun,” often meant either having one to many down at the local tavern and acting like a drunk idiot, starting fights with people and causing property damage; or it meant that the local youth liked to go around causing trouble for others through either mild, but annoying pranks, or through going around and breaking things and acting like complete hooligans.

With less time spent on working hard to distract them, now they spent that time hardly working and acting like complete menaces around the town.

Then, there was of course, less pleasant folk that started coming around as if late. These were the undesirables, miscreants, thugs, and other would be thieves that came wandering into town thinking they could make an easy profit by robbing the people of their hard earned coin. Why bother to put in the work, when you can just take it off those who've already done it for you? So, the town had decided that they were in need of a Sheriff, and Jaune had all but been given the title through an all around unanimous agreement from the townsfolk.

Now, to say that Jaune was less than pleased with this sudden responsibility would be an understatement, but not for reasons you might think. Jaune was more than happy to take the role of Sheriff for the town, they needed one after all and Jaune found that he fit into the position quite well. No, what had really annoyed Jaune was that the townsfolk had also decided he was the best fit for the towns Headman position as well, something that was quite unexpected and one that Jaune found to be a pain in his side more than anything.

In other words, Jaune was basically handed two of the most powerful positions of a rapidly growing and expanding township, with all of the unfortunate responsibilities of both words to go along with it.

The only upside of Jaune's sudden shift to a leadership position was that he and Yang were moved into the Headsman house, which was more of a manor than a simple house compared to the rest of the townsfolk’s lodging. Jaune and Yang would later learn that the community had been started by the servants of a long-dead noble household that used to tend to the manor, and their descendants have been living within the town ever since.

So Jaune found himself spending less time in the field, and more of his time spent in the office filing paperwork and guiding his deputies around to do most of the legwork for him. Was it the most exciting thing in the world? No, but Jaune found that he enjoyed the work and was quite content knowing that he was providing for Yang and setting up a strong foundation for their family when they got around to making one.

Jaune's thoughts were interrupted when his secretary came walking into his office, and she instantly caught his eye. She was a knockout with long blonde hair, a shirt clearly too tight for her that he could only assume was combat certified with the force those poor buttons were under. A pencil skirt clung to her hips, and as she looked at him through her glasses, Jaune knew that today he was going to have quite a bit of fun at work. “Mr. Arc, I believe that is all for today,” she began, “maybe it’s time you took a break?”

Though her tone was light, she spoke with an air of confidence as she slowly approached his desk. The approach was slow, her hips swaying from side to side in a mesmerizing manner, while she had a light, almost mischievous smile on her face as she kept eye contact with him. She wasn’t merely approaching him, no, she was stalking towards him like a big cat eyeing up her prey, all feline grace and confidence. She knew what she was doing to him, and she was reveling in it. Jaune stood, smirking at the challenge, and walking around his desk. A lot of seduction was posturing, non-verbal communication and like most forms of communication, the more you did it with someone, the better you were at it. He and his secretary were no strangers to this dance, but he still loved every second of it. Just as much as he loved his wife. “Then do you have a suggestion as to what I could do instead,” he asked, letting his voice go lower. Something you would feel more than hear and she, for her part, tilted her head down and looked up at him with her eyes. Making her seem so small, so vulnerable, but the apparent lust in her eyes only served to enhance the image. “Well, I’ve got a few things in mind,” she said with a smile, her hands trailing absentmindedly across her body, making his eyes follow her curves, “there are three things, in particular, I’m going to have you do.” “Miss Xiao-long, what would my wife say if she heard you,” he gasped out in false shock. She only smirked at his question, before her hand came up to his chest, pushing him back lightly till he was leaning against the desk. She kept her hand on his chest, caressing his pecs in a soothing manner while she reveled in the feeling of hard, corded muscle hiding beneath his work shirt. “Mrs. Arc will never know sir, I promise,” she stated in a reassuring manner, before she leaned in and placed a slow sensual kiss on his lips. He felt the hand on his chest unbuttoning his shirt in a well practiced manner, exposing his bare skin for the world to see. Her eyes lit up at the sight of his toned body and defined muscles, before she started to lay down a trail of kisses starting from his chest and ending with her on her knees by the time she had made it to his abs.

“So why don’t you let me help you relieve all that pent up energy,” she said from her kneeling position, lilac eyes fogged over with lust as she began to slowly unbutton and unzip his pants, “it seems so wrong to keep something like you caged up.” “Something like me,” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “An apex predator, an animal,” she said with a lusty smile, before gasping in awe at the size of the now freed cock she held in her hands. Her mind was clouded over with lust as took in the sight of the member she held in her hand, her mind unable to formulate a proper response. “I look forward to being devoured,” she all but whispered out, unable to take her eyes off his member.

Jaune only smirked in response, before he wrapped her silk-like blonde hair around his hand, and forced her mouth down his shaft, groaning in pleasure as she took it all in.

By the ancestors, he loved his job.

Hours later, Jaune and Yang found themselves laying on the office floor, bodies covered in a sheen of sweat as they held their naked bodies in one another’s arms. Usually, the furniture tended to be obliterated in the process of their fun(and at one point, the whole office when they both activated their semblances), but this time was more about the seduction and worshiping each other than it was about the act. That wasn’t to say that they didn’t enjoy getting rough with one another still, but as they got older, they had started to develop more refined tastes into their lovemaking. That, and it was less money spent having to replace everything that was broken in their fun, and less embarrassing having to explain to the repairmen how everything had been broken in the first place. Jaune couldn’t stop the smile spreading on his face as he looked down upon the sleeping form of his wife, before he leaned down and planted a quick peck on the top of her forehead. He was slowly drifting asleep himself, until eyes shot open as he felt a small hand trail down his body towards his member once more. He slowly felt his eyes drifting back towards his wife, only to be greeted with her smirking visage as her hand was wrapped firmly around his member, slowly getting ready for another round. “I heard you were with that Xiao-long slut you call your secretary again.” Jaune tried to fake a denial, but Yang only chuckled in response, “I don’t mind, you’re a strong man, more than enough for the two of us. But I do need to remind that whore just who belongs to who.” Yang slowly arched a leg over him, letting him feel her smooth skin as she carefully positioned herself on top of his now hardened member, “So why don’t we teach that slut just who’s the Wife…”Jaune let out a pleasurable moan as she lowered herself onto his shaft, gritting her teeth as she took him in, inch by inch, before she fully sheathed herself against the base of his groin. She let out a sigh of pleasure, before leaning over to give him a faceful of her large, warm, breast, a sensual smile on her face as her lilac eyes once again fogged over with lust. “...And who’s the Mistress.” As Yang readied herself to keep going, she found her concentration ruined when Jaune, breaking character for a moment, lowered her down so that he could plant a loving kiss on her lip.

“I love you so much, you know that,” he said with a happy smile on his face. This caused Yang to break her own character, as she began blushing harder than a schoolgirl lusting over her crush, before she covered her face in embarrassment.

“JAUNE,” She screamed, “YOU JUST CAN’T DO THAT WITHOUT WARNING!” Jaune only laughed in response to his wife’s overreaction, before he thrusted up into her with a determined look on his face. Yang, clearly caught off guard, screamed his name in surprise, pleasure, and still a fair bit of embarrassment from the earlier unscripted affection. The older you got, the less magical the world became, and it started to become clear that not everything is as good as it can be. It becomes clear that life is full of ups and downs, and a never ending cycle of trying to balance responsibilities to keep yourself from crashing and burning too soon. but it was small moments like these that could only make Jaune think one thing:

‘I love being an adult…”

116 notes • Posted 2021-01-02 22:13:43 GMT

Dark rwby smut:

Raven has Yang and Weiss hostage and won’t release them. It’s up to Jaune to challenge the bandit leader for the sake of his friend’s freedom.

A knight strode into a bandit camp with purpose.

It sounds like the start of a grand story, some fairytale you’d tell children before bed.

The truth was very different. Jaune Arc had long since abandoned the ideals of heroism. But there was one idea he held onto even now.

An Arc always kept his word.

That’s why he was doing this, he’d sworn to help his friends no matter what and by the gods if he had to take on the most dangerous bandit tribe in fucking Minstral then he would do so. An Arc NEVER went back on his word.

He ignored the squelching mud under his new boots. Or the way his armor sat a little heavier on him than he’d like. The new gauntlets were closer to a robotic hand than the armor most people thought of. A side effect of telling ruby that he was off to save her sister. He’d only just avoided muscle armor. Still, there were worse things than having a suit of armor tailor-made for you by the best blacksmith this side of the afterlife.

It at least let him look the part.

Still, he’d stalled long enough, time to deal with reality.

Raven stood before him.

“You’re a long way from home, boy,” she said, not looking up from the drink she was enjoying. The scantily clad Weiss poured for her. Both her and Yang were chained around the neck.

“I’m here for them”

“Then you have the ransom?” she asked with a raised brow

“Yeah, I'll just be giving it to you in steel rather than gold,” he said, working hard to keep his voice calm as he drew his blade. He didn’t deploy the shield; he'd need the element of surprise if he wanted any chance of surviving this.

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Raven was worried, she’d heard about the arc family, hell she’d gone to school with the boy's father. There was a good reason why the area around the arc ancestral lands was so safe. Everyone who crossed the family died, or worse.

And his mother was definitely worse. A tribal just like her she’d fought Arc to prove a point, now thirty years later she was still a breeding sow for the family. Her warrior stock probably only made them more powerful. And now here he was ready to take her daughter and the Schnee.

If she had it her way she’d just give the boy both and be done with it. They weren’t worth her head. But that wasn’t an option. No, instead she’ll just have to offer something better than the satisfaction of her death.

“Very well boy, I'll take your steel. And if you manage to beat me I’ll even give you my body as well”

She only prayed that the Arc would accept it

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Jaune wasn’t sure what to do, frankly, he wanted nothing to do with a woman who abandoned her daughter but if he didn’t take the deal then he’d likely be jumped by her entire tribe, who had begun forming a circle around the last patch of dry grass that hadn’t been turned to mud from them walking through it.

“Fine,” he said, annoyance in his voice, he just wanted Yang and Weiss back home with the team where they belonged now he’d have to deal with this too.

He took his place across from her, taking his sword in a two-handed grip that his father had tried teaching him when he was a boy. It was Pyrrha who taught him how to fight with a shield. Who taught him to protect others but jaune wasn’t looking to protect here. Only to slay.

There was no signal, Raven just rushed him. Normally he wouldn’t have been able to react to the speed. But months with Nora had taught him to use her peripheral vision. The added context to the attack that was about to hit him prevented panic and allowed him to dodge the blow as an ear-splitting screech tore through the air as dust-enhanced steel met angled armor. It was only sheer luck that let his pommel slam into her chin.

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The boy was strong, Raven had a habit of toying with those weaker than her but for strong opponents, she tried to end it in a single strike. Using her aura to launch herself like a rocket at her enemy then causing another boost of aura to swing her blade fast enough to make a sonic boom like a bullet.

Not only had this jaune blocked it, but in the same fluid motion, he’d counterattacked. And now he was coming at her.

Gods’ why didn’t she just give him the girls?!

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Jaune stumbled forward catching himself just in time to almost run but not quite. Still, he was out of time bracing his shoulder he jumped forward slamming into her gut just as her sword would have split his head.

He’d told ruby he needed a helmet!

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Raven was knocked on her ass and fear began to take hold, she couldn’t die here, this boy, this man was too strong and

NO!

She would defeat him, rolling to her feet she charged as much aura as she could into her blade and swung down, she’d be exhausted but the monster would be dead. Off to the side, she noticed that her daughter had freed herself and the Schnee. That would be a problem but it was too late for her to save her little boy toy.

Just as her daughter screamed the world went white

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Jaune felt more aura coursing through him than ever before. And down there in front of him, on her back trying to crawl away in fear was raven.

“I give up!” she screamed as jaune lifted his sword, “please just take them and go!”

Jaune glared at the woman “I’d love nothing more than to leave your weak tribe and be fucking done with this” he said honestly. The longer he stayed here the more likely it was these guys would jump him. And even if he got lucky with raven he doubted he could take all of them “but unfortunately I made you a promise”

With that, he began to unarmor himself. Taking a step toward the retreating woman with each thunk of the heavy armor falling away until as he stripped his pants and showed off his cock to the world he once more sighed pulling raven back by her legs to him. He hoped yang and Weiss weren’t watching, he was pretty average and didn’t have much to show off. Then again, he didn’t have much to compare him with.

All the guys at beacon refused to shower with him in the locker room

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OF COURSE THE BOY WAS A MONSTER, HE WAS A FUCKING ARC!

He was carrying around a foot of cock and it was surely gonna ruin her. But as Raven tried to crawl away, her own aura utterly depleted she felt him drag her back in front of him by her ankle. Her hands pulling up tufts of grass in vane as she tried to avoid her fate

“Just hurry the fuck up and strip raven, I have better shit to do!” came the annoyed voice of the monster behind her

What?

She froze and jaune growled in frustration ripping her clothes apart and lining himself up with her snatch

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She was tight, that was about all Jaune could say on the subject as Raven squirmed and struggled underneath him. He really wasn’t enjoying this. She was too shallow, too unused to him and SHE KEPT FUCKING CRAWLING AWAY!

Like, he got it, it was probably annoying to have to deal with him shoving himself into her, but damn it this wasn’t his fucking idea. And an Arc always keeps their word, so here he was trying to hold this whining bitch down so he could finish up and be done the entire fucking thing.

Finally getting tired of her bullshit jaune wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled her back into him. She screamed louder as he hammered into her, probably pissed that he was touching her hair like yang would be. Damn it he was starting to lose his boner! Think about Ruby Jaune! Think about that big, bubbly, Rubooty!

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Raven was going to die, she was sure of it, his massive cock was sticking out of her stomach and she could feel her body struggling to accommodate him as he shoved that fucking pillar deep into her. Having already gone as far as her womb.

Then he told her he was halfway in! The fuking idiot didn’t seem to get that there was NO MORE FUCKING ROOM FOR HIM.

She screamed as her body was flooded with pleasure as he pulled her hair. Bringing her back into him as he fucked her like a common whore. Her daughter was watching with her friend and… oh gods he just got bigger!

He must have seen Yang masterbating to this.

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He smacked Raven’s ass, disappointed it didn’t jiggle like Ruby’s when she ran, and struggled to maintain the fantasy. With a grunt, he pushed in deeper and held her there as his first orgasm finally came.

Thank the Gods’

Only two more holes to go.

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Raven thought it was over when she felt herself fill with cum, groaning in relief as jaune pulled out of her now leaking cunt. Ruined for all the world to see. But then she felt herself being pulled up by her hair. And suddenly she was being throat fucked, her vision filled by a sneering Jaune.

She felt herself cum again as he used her

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It was official, raven sucked at this. It was a fucking blow job! How hard could it be? Nora had given him plenty when she was bored on the road and Ren couldn’t keep up with her anymore. Let alone when he imagined Ruby to be able to do it. No, that wasn’t fair. Maybe she was just out of practice. After all, it's not like many guys around here would give her the time of day.

Okay Jaune just lay close your eyes and imagine Ruby, you can do this

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He was thinking about someone else, Raven was sure of it now, the way he kept his eyes closed. The way he tried to force her deeper. Was it Yang? Was that why he was here to save her? She didn’t know she didn’t care. Right now that massive dick was being used for her, it was hers!

Her nose filled with his scent, her tongue slipping out from her mouth to lap at his balls. Oh gods what a man. To take her so utterly. To ruin her and have her be just another of his conquests. She wept with joy as she felt him cum down her throat.

She couldn’t give this up

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Jaune stared down at the clearly delirious Raven, he was a little worried that he’d gone too far as he had forgotten to let her breathe. Normally he’d just wait for the tap on his thigh but she obviously didn’t know about that.

Oh well, just anal left and he could head home with yang and Weiss. He hoped they weren’t too bored.

“Turn around slut,” he said, trying to sound authoritative. He’d heard girls like that, and he was willing to try with Raven since it didn’t really matter if she didn’t like it. Not like he was ever gonna see her again

He was pleasantly surprised to find he was right as he watched Raven squeal in glee before she put herself face down into the grass. Huh… good to know, maybe Ruby would like it if he used his leader’s voice?

Lining up with the older woman’s ass Jaune decided it was about time to wrap this up so he wasn’t gonna go with the slow and steady pace he had before

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Raven’s world was one of sensations alone as she felt her master slam his cock into her ass. Her eyes swam with colors and her body twitched as she felt orgasm after orgasm. Pain and pleasure mixing in a delirious cocktail that her brain drowned in. and her hands, no longer being used to hold her up, Rubbed along the imprint his cock made in her. Trying to give him the same pleasure she felt

Every breath was praise for him.

This was heaven.

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Raven was annoying as hell.

“iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouILOVEYOU!”

“Please just shut the fuck up Raven!” Jaune screamed back as he tried to finish himself off. Groaning in relief as he felt another set of mouths on his balls. Turning around he saw Yang and Weiss doing their best to help him through this chore. They were great friends and jaune owed them for this.

What they lacked in skill they made up for in enthusiasm. And Jaune soon found himself about to cum slamming home in the bandit queen jaune moaned in relief as he flooded raven’s body with his seed. Slowly pulling the still hard cock out of the twitching mess of a woman and letting Yang and Weiss try to clean him up.

Oh yeah, he owed these two a lot. Though he did come to save them in the first place. But that was only to help his friends so yeah, he’d still owe them.

Nodding in agreement with his train of logic, he said out loud “welp time to go home” to his surprise the Raven opened a portal to …. Qrow?

OH HEY, THERE WAS RUBY!

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Ruby was a very happy girl, her sister was safe, as was her bestie Weiss. And Raven had even learned the error of her ways. Yeah, today was great.

It was also great because she was slamming her nice thicc ass back on Jaune’s dick like nature intended. Honestly, what was Raven thinking trying to take a dick this amazing with an ass like that? At least Yang had the common sense to use her tits to get jaune off. And Weiss…. Weiss was willing to help however she could.

So that’s why she let her sister and friend join in on her fun with her boyfriend.

Slamming her ass down on his dick faster, Ruby relished the attention that was on her as Raven whimpered in the corner.

Yeah, Yang and Weiss got to help, but Raven had to study hard if she wanted to be a good slut. That’s why she was being forced to watch her and Jaune go at it for hours on end.

It totally wasn’t because ruby liked putting the snobby bitch in her place. Ruby would never do that.

Moaning in pure pleasure as she arched her back and Jaune came inside her. Ruby smiled before resuming her work with a kiss from Jaune.

And they all lived happily ever after

253 notes • Posted 2021-05-27 22:22:45 GMT

arguments

jaune: **is sitting eating breakfast in his sisters house when he hears ren and nora coming down stairs arguing** nora: **clearly mad** “YEAH WELL I WAS THINKING ABOUT JAUNE WHILE WE WERE IN BED LAST NIGHT!” jaune: **starts choking** ren: **laughs** “so was I.”

316 notes • Posted 2021-01-03 05:46:49 GMT

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synchlora · 4 years ago

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Tell me about your dsmp ocs!!!!!!! Ahhh they sound really cool! I think we talked about the badlands one but I want to hear more and hear about the rest!

YOOOO FUCK YEAHH

so ill start off w my seamstress man bc i don't think i've told u abt him before

joined the smp soon after the lmanburg revolution as the country was rebuilt and starting to accept more citizens

became a l'manburg citizen and started up a haberdashery nearby nikis bakery

had been old friends w niki which is how he found out abt l'manburg to begin with

helped sew the flag niki made (also tommy helped w this but acted like he didn't care as much)

would let tommy borrow his sewing machine (or rather come into the shop to use it) on occasion as he was getting better at sewing and wanted practice

when the elections came around, he voted coconut 2020 (firm believer that none of this would happen if they'd have gotten away w voter fraud </3)

was at home watching the elections on tv when all the shit went down w wil and tommy being exiled

rushed out to find niki and watched as fundy burned the flag

eventually ended up leaving to pogtopia to help with the revolution bc he saw the shit schlatt was doing, particularly towards niki

helped a lot with repairing clothing and shit during these months

tommy hung out with him a little in the beginning but by the end of pogtopia, spent much of his time distracting himself doing sewing work with him

ended up speaking with and getting quite close to wilbur throughout those months, wilbur considered his judgement to be good bc niki had spoken highly of him

it was some of these conversations that led to wilburs distrust of his own son (bc he told wil of fundy burning the flag)

watched wilburs gradual decline both firsthand and from just generally how people within pogtopia began to regard him (as the person who repairs everyones clothes, you get to know people quite well)

this decline is probably why tommy started to avoid wil as much and hung around him instead for much of his time

still ended up following wilbur into the war but worried for tommy especially

worked with the medics during the war (put his sewing prowess to work)

remembers when they got the news the war was won, the medical tent erupting out in cheers

remembers after an hour or so of drinking and celebration winding down, suddenly feeling a deep rumbling in the ground

remembers rushing out of the tent (near one of erets towers) and watching as the rubble of l'manburg fell

that's abt as far as ive gotten on his story but oh well

for the badlands person!!

she joined quite early, I would say around the original dreamon hunters plot

was a member of the badlands and pretty close to the others

watched bad become possessed by the egg and helped in trying to get him back before it finally suceeded

helped skeppy and bad with the experiments on seeing how the egg grew and affected it's surroundings

she helped construct the quarantine area

I need a refresher bc i don't remember the exact order of events in early egg arc BUT long story short, she watched as every member of the badlands fell to the egg and watched sam become consumed by his own work at the prison

was initially on sam's side out of all of them but still wanted to believe the eggheads could come back, that they were still her friends

she helped out Sam after he got trapped in the egg (helped puffy and tommy break him out, she stayed w him afterwards)

but as sam started to get worse w the prison, she was very conflicted

once that last tie with sam was severed (last chance was when ponk was tortured), she had no one left she really cared abt

ended up possessed by the egg bc of this. it seemed like the best option and at least she could be with her friends

was at the red banquet but more off in the background

feel like she did notice ranboo but didn't mention it (didn't seem relevant)

that's basically it for her up to this point, still have to fix up things w all that too

aaaaand the lmanburg person..

this is basically just a fic concept ig??? like it's more of the idea of one of the thousands who died in the manburg v pogtopia aftermath explosion bc i rly wanna expand on that

so it's basically just one of any of the people there just living their life

they hide down in a basement with their family for hours waiting for the war to be over (it's a short war lmao, basically just a battle culminating over a long-term conflict)

eventually, the news of pogtopia's win would be heard and they would leave to celebrate

the streets were fuckin packed during this time, people were exciting, celebrating, eagerly awaiting the leaders of the battle to speak on the future

and as the confusion of who will be speaking clears up, tubbo's voice rings across the square

it's an encouraging speech but it gets cut off and murmurs pass through the crowd

there's a couple of seconds of silence before the ground erupts into fire

aaaaand gorey details and shit I won't explain all things here lmao

most of these r still pretty vague ideas but they're here. still rly love my seamstress boy, he's probably my favorite so far afugksjcsvj

#bro thank u for asking abt my ocs i owe u my life <3 #sjcjgdjcsjcs hopefully this is comprehensible #mcyt tag #long post #wolf the beloved

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radiantseraphina · 6 years ago

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Do you have any advice for writers who just. Don't have an experiance with important things? Like, if I wrote a story with a plot that followed conflicts I personally deal with, it would be whiny and dull. But I worry if I try to branch out to issues other people face, my lack of experiance on the topic will come across as plastic, or worse that im trying to profit off of other people's problems. But every story needs a conflict of some kind,,, and you get the picture

Hmm… If you feel comfortable with it, send me an ask with maybe some examples of what you’re thinking of, so I can give you some more specific advice. Because, like, writing about racism is quite different from writing, about, say child abuse? Also, I would argue that you shouldn’t so easily discount your own experiences and that there are, well, still plots you can write that wouldn’t fall into these, but that’s another post entirely. But here are my general thoughts in loose categories.

Firstly, do your research, preferably from people who have experienced whatever you want to write about. That’s crucial to approaching experiences that you don’t have. Aside from things like slaying dragons. Literal ones, of course. Metaphorical ones may still require research. But here’s the thing. Simply put, most problems are complicated. So how do you keep, for example, your story about racism/homophobia/sexism/ableist/etc. from sounding like a Very Special Episode™?

Keep in mind that most people know these things are bad. That’s why people always deny being them. Bob the Bigot isn’t homophobic; Bob the Bigot is ‘I don’t have a problem with gay people, BUT–’ So you need to go beyond X is Bad. And I’ll admit that’s something I struggle with. Incidentally, that’s why in DLU Alera’s racism stems from her insecurities (and her desire for money, which comes up later); Alera is constantly afraid of giving up her power, so she tries to make sure she has all of it and constantly tries to claim it’s what Bikaia would have wanted. Do I succeed? I don’t know. Maybe. She’s also loosely based off a certain president, but we won’t go there. So I suppose this boils down to ‘don’t just make someone racist/sexist/homophobic; give them reasons for being racist.’

And I don’t mean, ‘this person hates gay people because a bisexual woman named Seraphina murdered their wife.’ Your readers aren’t going to be fooled by such an obvious ploy for sympathy. Like, I do think you can have a character be whatever because they don’t think they are, and that tells us something other than Don’t Be Racist, Zelda. But do the extra work beyond X Is Bad.

(That being said, if you are looking at writing about racism/ableism/transphobia you would definitely want to ask someone besides me. As much as I’ve learned about these from academia and other places, I am still an able-bodied cisgender white lady.)

So now, you’ve made your plot something besides a Very Special Episode™. At this point, you need to look at your characters. Why? Because characters drive plot. So if you’re writing about sexism/racism/homophobia/ableism, you’re probably going to have characters who are very diverse. You might have a hard time writing about biphobia if you don’t have an bisexual people in your story. So at this point (assuming I’d already done my research about these complicated issues), I would look at TVTropes. I’m not even kidding. It’s a great source for finding all the negative stereotypes associated with any given group of people.

Now, here’s where it gets tricky. Some tropes you very obviously should not use. But you also need to use some judgment here. For example, just because the Dashing Hispanic is a trope…doesn’t mean you should simply go to the complete opposite end of the spectrum and never write a Hispanic swordsman, even when the setting would call for it, and make all your Hispanic characters as un-dashing and unattractive as possible. And really, a lot of things (but definitely not all!) can be fixed if you humanize your characters really well. So keep in mind that your Hispanic swordsman isn’t just a swordsman or defined solely by his swordsmanship. Just like you aren’t also just a student/writer/whatever. Or maybe you take away the dashing bit and turn him into a flustered mess anytime a man/woman/nonbinary pal pops into the room.

Incidentally, some tropes can also be a good starting point if you notice there is a lack of diversity in them. I’ve been wanting to, for example, write a female Swashbuckler character (and well as a lady Hannibal Lecter) for ages and just haven’t gotten around to it.

(I personally also look up sporkings (chapter by chapter critiques) and/or reviews of relevant books for tips. Right now, I’m following a sporking of Mists of Avalon, once considered the feminist Arthurian adaptation before it was revealed what a horrific person Bradley was. Do I like Mists of Avalon or Marion Zimmerman Bradley? No. But if I want to write a bestselling feminist version of the Arthurian legend revolving around Sir Gawaine, I’m damn sure going to learn all the historical, feminist, homophobic, etc., missteps Bradley made. And I’ll happily recommend some sporkings if you’re trying to avoid certain things.)

So let’s say you don’t want to write about any of that. Let’s say you’re wanting to write about trauma. Depending on what you write, you want to be careful not to romanticize certain things. I’m not going to lie. As someone who was sexually abused as a kid, that is the absolute minimum standard for me. I cannot stand to read massive swaths of the romance and YA genres simply because of the way the Broody, Threatening Love Interest™ is romanticized. And as with anything else, do your research and ask questions. (Incidentally, the National Novel Writing Month forums are great for inquiries like this). Above all, be respectful.

If you can find them, beta readers are always a good option, especially if you can find people who have experienced the things you’re writing about. Or if you just have a couple of questions, you can always anon someone on Tumblr. Yes, some people may blow you off, but some of them won’t, especially if you’re polite and can show that you’ve already put forth effort to research that matter. (And not even kidding, I would answer EVERY bigoted question about the people of Appalachia if I NEVER had to read another nursing paper talking about how we’re “too stupid” to breastfeed and “feed all our babies Mountain Dew” ever again.)

Now, as for this profiting off others business. Let’s say you write your story, and it does actually bring you profit. Then, you use your platform to promote the voices of people who do have those experiences, and you acknowledge the great debt that you owe that community for sharing their experiences with you. And you acknowledge the luck and privilege that got you where you are. Support people working in the same area! You wrote a novel about a man in a terribly abusive relationship, and it becomes a bestseller? Great! Use your spotlight to share resources for abuse victims. You wrote a novel about a young person transitioning, and it garnered some success? Fantastic! Why don’t you point people to that underappreciated transgender writer?

And sometimes? You’re going to make mistakes, and sometimes, being told that you’ve made mistakes will really hurt because you’ve worked so hard not to make them. I know. I’ve been there a couple of times. When I wrote DLU, I knew I could get some things right. I knew I could write about child abuse and being mistreated by someone you loved and still loving and fearing that person because I’ve been there. And I knew I could write about depression and loneliness and struggling to trust people because I’d been there. I could even say I knew a little bit about classism because I grew up dirt-poor in rural Appalachia, babysitting my brother since I was nine because both of my parents worked multiple jobs.

But I also knew that when I wanted to make Meta Knight a Hispanic man that I was opening myself up to criticism about race. And when I wanted to make Bandanna Dee a trans man, I knew I was opening myself up to criticism about transphobia. And I knew that when I wanted to make one of the primary villains a really racist, evil queen that I was treading on ground that I had no personal experience with. And we haven’t even gotten to Nightmare’s backstory, which basically features the first-hand colonization of Traumwald. So guess what? Sometimes, I’ve gotten it really right. And sometimes, I’ve really screwed it up and had people send me messages saying, ‘Sera, no.’

(And this is crucial; what I haven’t gotten is ‘don’t try to write this type of character.’ Generally, people like seeing different characters with different problems, and if you treat those characters and your readers with respect, your readers will treat you with respect).

But if you’re going to take any one thing away from this post, let it be this: do your best and learn to accept criticism with grace. Don’t let your fear of messing up keep you from ever trying. It is far better to try and write an experience, having approached it with respect and nuance, than it is not to. And sometimes, you will mess up, and that’s okay. You apologize, you learn, and you do better. I, personally, would rather see a writer fail, learn, and do better than to never try at all. Because that’s what writing is. It’s a process of continually working to improve yourself.

#...although I don't know why you're asking a degenerate like me #Sera tries Writing!#looking at some of the...recent YA scandals might also be helpful #but don't let them scare you away from trying to branch out

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ineedrelationshipadvice · 7 years ago

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My gf doesn't remember the last time she's been to the dentist and i (f) confronted her about it, saying i don't to risk anything. Now shes upset at me but she understands why im concerned. I went to other people online (These people definitely were not professional but most my irl friends are also her friends and i don't want them to tell her about it and worry her even more)

WELL, speaking as an unprofessional asshole who just needed a root canal because I haven't had the money to afford the dentist in like four years, THIS QUESTION IS KINDA RELEVANT TO MY CURRENT LIFE CIRCUMSTANCE.

Anyway, I think an the biggest thing to take away from this situation is WHY does your girlfriend not go to the dentist, or why has she not seen the dentist? As I've just said for myself, the reason I didn't go to the dentist in a long time is I literally couldn't. My finances don't afford that luxury, and I got booted off of insurance because I literally couldn't afford it and Trump decided to let Obamacare writhe into death (MAGA, my dudes). Becoming destitute is a pretty good reason not to do something; it's not ideal, but hopefully you see why I wouldn't go personally. Only when my situation became dire (my tooth dies forever) did I finally need to visit the dentist, and so I did. It's not great for my finances, but hey, better than losing my tooth or being in pain.

What is HER reason for not going? Is she also struggling with money? Is she uninsured, or under-insured, so she's worried about the cost? This is a fair reason, and unless you're going to pay her to visit the dentist (I don't think you should do that), then you can't really hope to change her mind some. Beyond trying to ask her to save up some money to visit the dentist, you don't have a lot of leeway here.

Is she scared of the dentist? Dental fear is a valid problem for a lot of people, and it is sometimes completely out of the person's control for why hey have that fear or anxiety to visit the dentist. If this is the case, the best options here are reminding them the health needs related to the dentist, helping them find a dentist that would suit them that you both can trust, and perhaps even asking them to seek out a therapist to see if there are any underlying reasons why this fear or anxiety is manifesting in your partner.

Is she just stubborn or anti-medicine about the whole affair? Does she have the whole, "MY TEETH ARE FINE, SO I DON'T EVEN GOTTA WORRY ABOUT THEM" attitude? That's a fine opinion to have, of course, but it's not based in reality, and thus not a good argument for her to hold. Part of the harsh reality is you might not really be able to change her mind if your partner is really dug in on this issue. If she just really doesn't want to visit the dentist, then not much you can say will probably convince her. All that means is that eventually she's going to get hit with a really severe issue one day (like me), and she's going to have to suffer a lot, and deal with a lot of problems. If she is not the type that is easily convinced, then sadly, you may just have to wait for this mistake to manifest itself.

Okay, but what CAN you do in this situation? One thing is making sure at very least she's maintaining good dental hygiene. Basically, you're playing dentist for her. You may not be a professional, and your advice is not gospel. But let's be real, if she at least does what you say, and follows good general advice, it would prevent any horrific problems from being life-alteringly terrible. AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! IT'S TIME FOR A CRASH COURSE IN DENTISTRY, FROM YOUR UNFRIENDLY RELATIONSHIP ADVICE DUDE ON THE INTERNET WHO IS NOT A DENTIST AND SHOULD NOT BE TRUSTED AT ALL BECAUSE HE JUST GOT A ROOT CANAL BUT HEY IT'S THE ONLY PROBLEM HE'S HAD IN SIX YEARS SO HE MUST BEING DOING SOMETHING RIGHT.

BRUSH YA FUCKIN' TEETH ASSHOLE. Hey, wowie, I bet you didn't know this, but brushing your teeth removes gross shit off them, meaning that gross shit doesn't rot your fucking teeth like some fuckin' monster. Don't be an idiot and brush your teeth. At least once per day is basically mandatory. Twice a day is better than 90% of the population. And if you brush your teeth after every meal, you're basically a god.

FLOSS. Yeah, I know, who the fuck flosses. I certainly don't. But that's because I'm an idiot. Don't be me and get a root canal: FLOSS. Regardless of what your toothbrush or toothpaste commercial on tv says, toothbrushes can't reach between your teeth. Flossing at least once a day (again, bonus points for twice a day) clears out all the gunk in hard to reach places between your teeth. This is the high risk stuff, because since it never gets cleaned out, it can build up over time. If it builds up, it makes your teeth icky and gross. But if it builds up a LONG TIME, it turns into plaque, which is basically the same icky stuff but turned into cement on your teeth, meaning only a dentist can get it off with proper tools. We're trying to avoid that, so FLOSS.

BRUSH CORRECTLY. Yes, there is a right way to brush your teeth. Take your brush, start at the bottom of your teeth (near the gums), and brush upward, then downward, then up again. Do this for all the teeth, the whole way into the back of your mouth. Then, do the inside of your teeth in the same fashion. Finish off by brushing your tongue if you're feeling really saucy. Dentists say brushing for two full minutes is ideal. So put on your favourite song and just jam out while brushing your teeth; when the song ends, you're done!

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WATCH YOUR BRUSH. Toothbrushes are a dime a dozen, and I'm sure someone smarter than me can tell you what the perfect toothbrush is. But as we already said, as long as you're brushing your teeth consistently, the tools don't matter as much. That being said, make sure your brush is right for YOU. Ideally it needs to be the right texture - some like it soft and some like it more brittle. It also should be new-ish. If you look at your brush, and you see the majority of the bristles getting all frayed, then it's time to invest $2 into a new brush. Electric toothbrushes are fancy, but a normal toothbrush will do you just fine.

BE CAREFUL OF SUGAR. The big concern with tooth decay, which is the real nasty problem you'll have at a dentist, is sugar in your diet. Sugar is in a LOT of things, but that sugar gets in your mouth, and on your teeth, and bacteria that cause decay LOVE the stuff. Consider not drinking as many sodas, or eating as many sweets; the more sugar you cut out of your diet, the less likely it'll be in your mouth, and the less likely you'll have decay. If that's not really an option for you, instead focus on keeping your mouth as clean as possible. If you drink a soda, drink some water alongside it, to make sure you're washing away excess sugar.

KEEP AN EYE ON SENSITIVE TEETH. Some people have sensitive teeth, ones that respond to heat and cold. Some people also have sensitive teeth in general, where even brushing them can be a little painful or irritating. The culprits we're looking for are teeth at are sensitive particularly to heat or cold. Sometimes teeth are just sensitive, and this is totally normal. But sensitivity to heat or cold can also be a sign of a cavity. If you notice that one tooth is bothering you consistently when you have a nice cold drink or nice yummy food, KEEP AN EYE ON IT.

PAIN IS BAD. Wowie, bet you didn't know that suffering isn't fun. But real talk, if your teeth hurt, you don't have an option. You need to go to the dentist if your tooth hurts. Any pain in your mouth is bad, and the sooner it's addressed, the better. No excuses at that point.

THAT’S THAT! Also, there are a fuck-ton of anime teeth brushing gifs, so Don’t mind me while I link some others I didn’t have room to use.

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ailuronymy · 7 years ago

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back when i first wrote wc fanfic i wrote cishet abled characters, and now after a few years of now writing i want to write again. but i'm so afraid of accidentally being transphobic when writing a trans cat coming to terms with their true gender or evoking a cliche i didn't know about when writing a lesbian couple... i want to write diverse characters but i also don't, what do i do?

My dear Ruddles, you are asking me one of the biggest and most unanswerable writing questions of all: how do I not be afraid? I want to know the answer as much as anyone, so I can’t help you there, but I can tell you some of my observations and thoughts on ways of working through these kinds of paralysing fears.

The first thing to understand is that there is no version of events where you are safe from criticism. There is no safe option, where if you only write that kind of character or that kind of story, you will be protected from having to experience criticism. I think you, like many people, have made the mistake of thinking that writing only able-bodied cishet characters will insulate you from criticism, whereas writing characters who aren’t able-bodied cishets will open you up to criticism. That thinking can make the idea of branching outside what you’re used to very daunting, because you feel more vulnerable.

However, that thinking is wrong. You are always vulnerable. I’m not saying that you scare you more, or make you anxious. This thought is a liberating one, if you approach it from the right angle! No matter what you write, someone is going to dislike it, or be totally neutral about it, or disinterested in it, or might even hate it. That’s just what it is to be a writer of any kind–or any kind of creator. If you want to be a writer, you’re accepting that you will be criticised at some point: it could be for good reasons, it could be for silly ones, it could be because someone decides they just really don’t like what you like to write. It doesn’t matter! It happens to everyone. You cannot please everyone and you don’t have to. You only need to do your best work. You need to love your work enough that someone else disliking it doesn’t make you love it less.

I had the opportunity some months back to go to a writers’ festival, and listen to a heap of extremely skilled, established creators (novelists, poets, performance artists, journalists, all kinds) show their work, talk about their process, and discuss certain themes and topics on panels. One panel was about the anxiety and uncertainty that’s part of writing. There was a lot said during this panel that really helped me personally and changed how I thought, but the most relevant bit for you was said by Omar Musa: “Accept that you will face criticism. That’s part of the job. That’s the game you’re in.”

When you decide what kind of character to write–i.e., between able-bodied cishet characters or a more diverse cast–you aren’t choosing between “no criticism” (able-bodied cishet) and “criticism” (diverse). You are simply shaping what kind of criticism you might receive. If you write only able-bodied cishet characters, the criticism you will get will reflect that: you will be criticised for your lack of diversity, your work might be called boring or derivative, you might be accused of -isms based on how a story built only with privileged characters takes shape.

If you write diverse characters, your criticism will reflect that: you will be criticised for including diversity (”why does everything have to be X these days???” or “I don’t understand why Y was there, it wasn’t plot-relevant”) or accused of pandering, you will be criticised for how you write these characters by people who might mean well but have only ever read stereotypes (”next time you write about X character, I think you should do it differently, I just don’t think it’s realistic that [some nonsense opinion]”), you will be criticised for how you write these characters by people who are similar to these characters but in all likelihood different people will probably give you totally different feedback and have different responses to your work (person one: “I didn’t like how you did X, it was uncomfortable for me”; person two: “I was really into how you did X and it resonated with me, it was fun to have a character I could relate to like that”), and so on.

When I think about this, it makes the choice easier: I would rather take criticism for attempting diversity than criticism for not even attempting it. What also makes all writing easier is remembering that, although it can feel very personal to be criticised for something you made, at the end of the day, it’s just a chunk of words. It’s not sacred. It’s not you. It’s a thing that you made, and if you made mistakes, next time around you can learn from it and do better. We can all change as soon as we choose to, and therefore a mistake who wrote isn’t who you always have to be. You don’t have to be perfect to be doing your best.

If you do your best before putting your work out into the world, you don’t have to worry. If you’ve done your research and had a beta/sensitivity reader (if you can, it’s not always possible and not always necessary for every piece of work) and genuinely tried to do good and respond appropriately to feedback along the way, you don’t need to fret. You might still get criticism and if you do, that’s good. Constructive criticism is an opportunity to grow; you can see it as a slight against you as a person or you can see it as a chance to improve as a writer and expand your worldview/knowledge. I can really recommend the latter.

I can also strongly recommend working to separate your feelings of self-worth from your writing as much as you can, because then you can disengage from criticism on a personal level and engage with it on a critical one. Not all criticism is useful or good or relevant! Some feedback you will get and laugh at. I don’t respond to/post most of the negative feedback I’ve received running this blog, but wowsers, do some people use some choice words about me! If you only receive criticism as personal, you will be tempted to believe all of it or value it more than it needs to be valued, whereas if you look at criticism with a critical eye, you will be able to judge what’s helpful, what’s nonsense, what’s worth listening to and learning from, what’s someone airing their personal grievances and has simply selected you as a target, and what’s totally tone-deaf and inappropriate.

Also, it’s okay to know your limits. You’re a growing writer. You’ve got a lot of experience yet to have. The weight of curing the whole world’s problems isn’t on your shoulders alone. You don’t have to do everything. You don’t have to try to represent everyone in every story you write. Some stories are going to have a central focus: it’s what you’re passionate about. It’s the story you need to tell, because you can’t get it out of your head. If you don’t have it yet, you can’t force it. I’ll find you, and in the meantime, have fun with writing! Practice new things. Build skills. Read a lot. Read diversely! Experience living in the world, because that’s probably the best way to grow as a person and a writer. That way, when you do find things that feel right and good and important to write about, you’ll be able to do them justice. I really feel there is something uniquely powerful about sincerity and love in a story–it shines through, and the writing is always better for it.

So, basically, to try to make a long story short:

1. you will be criticised. You can either accept that, or not write. You can go, “Okay, but criticism isn’t the end.” You can go, “I want to be a better writer, and that means doing new things even if it’s scary and I might make mistakes.” For me, the love of writing outweighs the fear of criticism. The idea that things might go right (if I try my best) is more powerful than the worry that they might go wrong.

2. writing is a hobby. It’s an art that you can practice and improve. It might feel important and central to who you are, but it’s a skill, like riding a bicycle or juggling. If someone tells you how to ride a bike better, you can either go, “That’s sensible, next time I ride a bike I’ll sit on the seat instead of running alongside the damn thing,” or you can go, “I’m a terrible fool for not knowing how to ride a bike, I will never ride a bike again because I am worthless and bad.” When you handle sensitive material about the real world and real people’s lives, it’s important to do everything you can beforehand to learn about how to ride a bike–but if you do mess up and run over someone’s toes or be a hazard in some way, don’t cling to your pride: apologise, learn, move on, do better.

3. never write anything out of a feeling of obligation or fear. You will do it badly, because it’s very hard to write anything you’re not personally interested and invested in. You might be feeling guilty for only writing a certain type of character, but unless you can shift that guilt to genuine excitement and desire to write different types of character, don’t bother! If you write out of guilt, it will be miserable for everyone, including yourself. Also, recognise that you can write certain types of character without having to engage with stickier issues that might come with the character type–i.e., you give the example of trans characters, but if you’re not trans, it’s not really your business writing in-depth about “the trans experience,” especially if you’re not already very familiar with it and involved in the community and confident in working in that area. You almost surely can’t do it justice and will stumble into problems and will likely receive some harsh, and probably deserved, criticism. The solution is to write about well-developed trans characters whose “trans journey” (or whatever you want to call it) isn’t a central focus of their story or characterisation, because they’re already living as/accepted as their gender, etc.!

I hope this is somewhat helpful to you, Ruddles, and I hope in the future you’ll find your feet writing more diversely! Try not to put too much pressure on yourself to begin with. Pick one new thing and explore that. There’s no hurry. You can get there in your own time. Good luck!

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