#is this nuts and dolts colored. ye

[kitkatopinions]

Call me a hater or say that I'm killing the fun of it or something, but one of my most subjective most petty complaints when it comes to RWBY is that I honestly hate like 90% of the ship names. XD There are only a few that I can think of that I like, and most of the shipping names I like are things like 'Ironqrow,' 'Arkos,' 'Ozwitch,' 'Renora,' the regular everyday shipping names you could actually look up and get the content for without having to scroll through pictures of ladybugs. The other ones that I don't like but at least seem kind of quirky or cutesy are things like 'Nuts and Dolts' and 'Crime Dads' (I may hate Junior, but 'Crime Dads' is very similar in vibes to 'Science Bros' or 'Ineffable Husbands' or other regularly accepted fandom nicknames.

I don't like the bees very much either, but I actually don't mind the shipping name of 'Bumbleby' because it has a quirky spelling to make it something that can be looked up and also makes sense to make that the ship name because people originally started shipping the main four with each other back before they had names and just went by the color associated with them. I'd like Monochrome, WhiteRose, Ladybug, and Freezerburn a bit more too if they had quirky quirk spellings that made them able to be actually found, but here we are.

However, the other shipping names? Martial Arcs? Caffeine Killers? Evil Moustache? Burnt Metal?

Also, then you get things like mix ups where some people have been calling the ship between Whitley and Penny "cold hard cash" and others have been calling it "broken machines" I think for some reason? I don't remember for sure and I literally like the ship, but I would much rather just call them... Pentley, or PenWhit or something. Also also don't even get me started on how many ship names are associated with color but with the amount of people in Ruby who have the same color.... Like 'Crimson' is used for part of the ship title, but 'Crimson' is used for Ruby, Cinder, Pyrrha, Scarlet, Adam and who knows who else, so if someone tells me "I ship Crimson Wings" I'm not gonna think "ah yes, the ship between Cardin and Cinder," I'm gonna think "Is that like... Adam and Qrow? Is that Ruby and that one bat Faunus? Is that Scarlet and Weiss? Is that Raven and Vernal somehow?" It's so unnecessarily complicated.

Also the naming conventions of going by like... Traits that it feels weird to pick? It just gives me a not great feeling. Why does Neo being mute feature in her shipping names? Why is Blake's number one thing just 'Cat?' Why are so many of Qrow's shipping names like 'lol Qrow is a drunkard?' Why is the name for Mercury and Weiss's ship 'Daddy Issues" as if the only thing about their characters that's important is the fact that they were both abused by their fathers?

Anyway, this is a mostly harmless fandom quirk, and I just don't really like it. So... rant over lol. Please nobody think you have to change what you call your ships for my sake, but I might just stop trying to learn any real shipping names and just go with putting names together. The ship between Neon Katt and Ruby might be called like, Rainbow Eyes or Crimson Cat or CapeSkates or something, but I'm just gonna say 'Neon x Ruby.'

[chocolatechibi]

Nuts n Dolts week: Day 4

@nuts-and-dolts-week

Prompt: sun & moon

Eclipse

“Grandma?”

Charity dug her little hands into the old quilted bedspread, pulling herself up onto the bed. She flopped against a pillow, eying her grandma as she sat in her rocking chair beside the bed.

“Yes child?”

“Is the moon really gonna eclipse the sun?“

“It is,” Grandma replied, her weathered features crinkling into a smile, “Why do you ask?”

“Because… Grandma, why does the eclipse happen?” Charity asked, tilting her head to the side a bit.

“Oh my. Well that’s a story right there. You better lay down if you wanna hear it.”

“Is this just another trick to get me to go to bed?”

“Do you want to hear it, or not?”

Charity sighed, crossing her arms.

“Ya got me, Grandma.”

She lay against the pillow, pulling the bedspread over herself. It was quite cozy, but Grandma didn’t need to know that.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you this story for quite some time,” Grandma said, “But I think now is the perfect time for you to hear it.”

Charity wiggled with excitement, scrunching the blanket in her small seven-year-old hands.

“Once upon a time,” Grandma began.

“Aww, is this just gonna be another one where she marries the prince in the end? That’s boring!”

Grandma’s features gained a knowing look, a twinkle of what could almost be mischief in her eye.

“Not quite. I think this one’s a bit different, though it is a tale of love. Are you ready to hear it?”

Charity nodded.

“Alright. Once upon a time, there was a young maiden who lived on the moon, and for as long as she knew existence, she had been alone. She was the last remaining child of the moon, the guardian of the now desolate rock. Every night she gazed into the stars, and she wished for change. For an adventure, something new.”

Charity pictured the young girl staring into the stars, their light reflected back in her eyes.

“What was she like?”

“The child of the moon? Oh, she was a bright-hearted soul. High spirited and full of life. She would’ve talked all day, had there been anyone to listen. But for the longest time, she believed she was alone in the universe, the only soul alive. What she didn’t realize, however, was that there was another. Closer than she thought, while still far away.”

Charity stared intently at Grandma.

“One nameless day, as she stared into the sky, she glanced to the sun. It was closer in orbit than other days of the year, and she could almost see its surface clearly.”

“Whoa.”

“And on the surface of the sun, she saw something that she had never expected to see, in all her years of eternity.”

“Another person!” Charity cried.

“Yes. It was another young woman, with hair the color of flame, and eyes as deep and teal as the sea. Only, the moon child had never seen the sea. These colors were all new to her, and they were so bright. The child of the moon was drawn to this girl, she was captivated by her in a way she had never been with anything. This girl was a child of the sun, and like the moon maiden, she was the last of her kind.”

Grandma swayed slowly in her chair, her voice ever calm, but Charity watched with bright eyes. Something about the story made her curious, like she’d heard it once before, if only in a dream.

“The moon child knew that there was no way to reach this other girl, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn away. The girl felt like a place she hadn’t been, a place she longed to go. And when the child of the sun saw her, she smiled. It was so profound, to be looked upon by another person, that the moon child knew that she could never go on the same.”

“How could they meet each other? They met each other, right?” Charity asked.

“They did. The moon child rallied the last of her power to her heart, and she moved the moon’s orbit. She pulled herself towards the sun, and the flame-haired girl that she couldn’t tear her eyes away from. In that moment, as the moon crossed with the sun, the sun girl reached out for her. Their hands brushed, and they shone brighter than any star. So bright that mortals had to look away, or they would be blinded. It was the first eclipse, a moment for the maidens and them only.”

“Wait wait, mortals? There were people on Earth?”

Grandma nodded.

“Yes, and in the moment that their hands touched, the children of the moon and sun saw many visions. Visions of oceans, of green fields. Of life. Life on Earth, down below their mighty orbits. Looking closer, they saw a life of their own, in which they would be lonely no longer. In which their souls would flourish among mortals. And even thought it away from anything they had ever known, they knew they could never be apart again. Anything their immortality, and their powers, could have given them, in the end did not triumph over the simple touch of a warm hand. And so the two maidens clasped hands, and they prayed to the sky to be let go from their paths as guardians, to set free into the stars, and in the end, they got their wish. They gave up their lives among the stars, and landed to Earth.”

“They lived- they lived here?” Charity asked, breathless.

“In the end, yes. The first thing they felt was their bare feet in the grass, and the touch of the other’s hand. But slowly, they built a life for themselves. They found a home in a small town by the sea, and they took on new names, for on the moon and sun, guardian had been their only names.”

“What were their new names?”

“The child of the moon was named Ruby, after the gemstone that was as red as the tips in her dark hair. As for the child of the sun, her name was Penny, for everyone she knew saw her as a charm of good fortune and happiness. Her smile could light up any room, for even in human form as she was then, she had still once been a manifestation of the sun itself.”

Grandma smiled, as if remembering a faraway memory of a joyful time.

“From the time the two had first known each other, they had started to fall in love, and eventually, they married. They had their own daughter, who had Ruby’s clear eyes and Penny’s bright hair. The two maidens were happy. They could never bare be apart, even when the sky had still demanded it to be so, so in their lives as mortals, they promised to live the rest of their days together. And that they did. The two had come to Earth as young girls, but as they grew, they were always side by side, and that was how they lived, until they were old and gray, like me.”

“Wow,” Charity breathed, wonder in her eyes.

“And to this day, every now and then, the moon still eclipses the sun, pulled into the orbit the moon child created all those years ago.”

Charity was silent for a moment as the end of the story sunk in.

“Grandma?”

“Yes?”

“How do you know this?”

“It is an old story, one that my grandmother passed down to me. I hope you will keep it safe, and pass it down when the time is right,” Grandma said.

“I will,” Charity promised, “How did your Grandma know the story? Did she hear it from her Grandma, too?”

Grandma didn’t meet Charity’s eyes, but she was smiling.

“…Grandma?”

“Do you know what they say about children of the moon, Charity?”

“No.”

“They say that they were the only beings ever to live with silver eyes,” Grandma said, and at last, her eyes met Charity’s, twinkling in the low ambient light.

The breath caught in Charity’s lungs.

Her grandmother’s piercing, silver stare gazed into her own. Charity’s eyes were younger, softer, and yet they still held that same steely depth. The color silver.

“Do you know how my Grandmother knew that story, Charity?”

Charity shook her head numbly.

“Because my Grandmother had silver eyes, too. And her name was Ruby Rose.”

[powerbottomblake]

the P in Penny stands for (V8′s) Protagonist

So Monstra! Interesting name! Reminiscent of Monstro, the name of the whale from Disney’s Pinocchio (1940).

This confirms that the whale is indeed, here to complete Penny’s Pinocchio allusion. In other terms, Penny is the protagonist of this volume. The main conflict is her conflict; taking down the whale is her endgame and her turning point.

More undercut because apparently I am cursed with not knowing how to make brief and to the point meta

We know that RWBY uses the narrative beats of the original allusions (with some decisive tweaks that align with its overall hopepunk vision and themes), going as far as having direct visual parallels to the source material (Adam vs Bees fight/the original Beast vs Gaston fight anyone?). 

In the original Pinocchio movie, Pinocchio is tested three times before finally achieving becoming a little boy, and I think, likewise, Penny faces three tests before becoming a fully flledged huntress and maiden:

- Setback n°1: Pinocchio, still new to the world, the very concept of morality but eager to “do good” and willing to listen to Jiminy Cricket’s guidance, is tricked by a duo of conmen; in the movie, it’s into captivity, but the original story takes a much darker turn where the evil cat and fox - one pretending to be blind (Emerald and her perception bending Semblance) and one pretending to be a cripple (Mercury) - actually cause Pinocchio’s “death” through hanging (the author abhorred naughty children and was very...extreme about it). This is V3 Penny in a nutshell, discovering friendship and bonds and values through her own Jiminy, which is Ruby, but being set up by Mercury and Emerald to fight a losing battle that ends in her apparent “death”.

- Setback n°2: Pinocchio is embarked on a trip to Pleasure Island, an apparent playground especially catered for everyone to be happy! and have fun! but oh wait they’re actually being turned into jackasses geared for labor or sold to the Dust I mean the salt mines! You’ve guessed it, this is Penny’s V7 arc. Atlas Academy is Penny’s Pleasure Island, masquerading as a safe place where  but the veneer of Ironwood’s civility and apparent conflicted utilitarianism finally cracks to reveal how it’s ultimately a place of indoctrination, producing no actual people-serving Hunters but perfect soldiers concerned more with following orders than doing right, and where the disadvantaged and the poor are ostracized, taken advantage of and ultimately sacrificed. Pinocchio escapes Pleasure Island with Jiminy’s help, but not unscathed, having grown donkey ears and a tail. Likewise, with Ruby’s help and constant strong supportive presence, Penny proves herself fit to receive the maiden powers and escapes Atlas, but she’s still not completely free of Ironwood’s hold, still having to grapple with his and the AceOps’ manipulation tactics, still not sure what her role, who she is and how she fits really are. Which bring us to the third and last test:

- Setback n°3: the Whale. In the original movie, Gepetto gets swallowed by the whale when he tries to follow Pinocchio to Pleasure Island to save him. Pinocchio then dives in, saves Gepetto and, in the process, apparently “dies”, before finally earning his existence as a “real” little boy after that show of bravery and self-sacrifice. And I think these are the beats to look for in Penny’s V8 storyline. As of Episode 3, Penny is about to join Pietro and Maria, and there have been strong hints (and by that I mean we were basically hammered over the head) that she’s about to be “hacked” by Watts. How do the original narrative beats play out? Here’s how I think it fits:

Gepetto is swallowed by Monstro: After Penny is effectively “hacked” and by that I mean that while her soul and spirit remain unchanged, Watts hacks into the mainframe and forces her to surrender control over her body the same way we’ve seen her do (but willingly) for Pietro. Penny essentially ends up trapped inside her own body as it follows Watts’ commands. I suspect Watts will force her to take Pietro and Maria (who’s of interest to Salem by being one of the last remaining SEW, and I strongly suspect her soul/aura could be used to make more of whatever the Hound is, but this is a whole other matter to delve into in a separate post) to Salem.

Pinocchio dives in to save his father and takes down the whale: I think Pietro and/or Ruby will appeal to Penny/be in enough danger that she will snap out of Watts control on her own, effectively reclaiming her bodily autonomy on her own and then creating a mayhem big and terrible enough with her powers that will take down the whale and give everyone else enough time to escape. This will be Penny’s heroic moment and her stand. Right now, everyone is making the mistake of having people protect the maiden powers. Penny realizes what makes her a maiden is to use those powers to protect the people; it’s a decision she makes on her own that cements her as a true Maiden and a hero of the people.

Pinocchio “apparently dies” but is then granted his wish and becomes a “real” little boy: Here I think Penny takes down the whale but goes down with it. We don’t see her die again onscreen (I think it would be overkill to show her “corpse” a second time and would cheapen her dying at all. In general I am wary of the resurrection trope being overdone or coming without a cost because it severely undercuts the emotional payoff of a death), but I think by the end of V8 she’s MIA (which would make her the second person Ruby loses that way, but also the first to return to her so). I think Penny uses her powers to stall Monstra, and I’m willing to bet good money that whatever Penny does next has to do with the Gravity dust that keeps Monstra afloat. The thing with Gravity dust is that, it does push things off the ground, but it can also pull things towards it. I think whatever number Penny pulls on the gravitational field ends up pulling her down in that sillage as well.

I know the popular theory is that Penny “dies” again and Pietro sacrifices his life to resurrect her one last time, and I can see it happening, but here’s the thing: RWBY subverts popular tropes, exploring new (and more hopeful!) paths. Just look at Qrow: RWBY said, oh the mentor figure, scarred and haunted by his past? is not just another stepping stone whose death cements the hero on his journey, but becomes a character with a drive of their own, and an arc of their own, and who gets to pass the torch and live to see it burn well and bright and to the end. Gepetto lives and mourns the apparent death of his son but is there to welcome him home when, rewarded for courage and abnegation, Pinocchio earns the right to become a human boy. I think Pietro, too, will live, and get to welcome a Penny that has finally earned the right to call herself Mantle’s Protector, no longer Ironwood’s puppet (heh) nor an extension of her father but an actual established hero of the people, around whom Mantle can rally and who can work with the right people (Robyn and the Happy Huntresses) for the right reasons and outcomes, people and reasons she herself chooses and decisions she herself makes and a power she’s reclaimed and accepted and knows how to use. 

Penny’s quest has always been one of identity, slowly transforming from getting her bearings and realizing what makes her humanity is her soul, her ability to develop and deepen and protect her bonds to people and her natural empathy and kindness (V3′s ”am I worthy of calling myself human, too?”); to navigating morality, the nuances of doing good and the need to make her own calls and judgement of what is right and wrong (V7′s “who should I protect? what should I follow?”); to now, having established that she’s worthy of being one, Penny still has to find how to be a maiden, what that role entails for her and how she can finally fit as herself and into this new role, 100% reclaiming herself, her body (even from Pietro!!), her title and her mission. V8 (and maybe onwards) is the culmination of Penny’s identity journey, and I see it playing very much as an Iron Giant moment.

“You are who you choose to be,” says RWBY (and Ruby!) to Penny.

“Superman A human, and a hero, and a maiden” will be her answer.

And just like the Iron Giant, Penny saves the world, and rises again.

[cosmokyrin]

Here’s another angel Penny art that’s related to the old Nuts and Dolts angel / human AU I’ve posted some time ago

ye you know those wing colors well

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[ssarkosghost]

Nuts and Dolts Week DAY 7 - Reunion

Day 7 of @nuts-and-dolts-week, and look another AU version(though who knows maybe it might come true...please CRWBY🥺)

Anyway hope you’ll enjoy the story and are ready for the finale tomorrow.

Penny was extremely nervous, checking her hair and makeup again in the mirror. A small part of her brain told her that this was just the panic talking to her. However, a larger portion kept telling her that something was amiss, and she just didn’t see it.

“Penny!” her father called out, “are you coming down for breakfast?”

“Almost father!” she responded as she finally just turned away from the mirror. She had numerous plans and backup plans all ready for this day. Already she had crossed off thirty percent of her accumulated plans, and that number was only growing. Swiftly she did a final check of her outfit. It was a lighter style of her normal outfit, the sleeves significantly reduced and much of the fluff of her winter outfits was not present. She also had finally nailed a new swathe of colors for her outfits. The greens and whites where still dominate, but now she had started adding highlights of maroon and silver.

A soft smile teased its way on her face as she looked at her new colors. Ruby had done so much for her, awakening her true self, saving her twice, and even taking her on her first ice cream outing. Yes, that was important and yes, she did enjoy the mint chocolate chip.

“Penny!!” her father shouted again.

“Coming!” Penny shouted as she did a quick scan of her plans, before dashing out of her room.

“Slow down Penny,” Her father Pietro chuckled at his daughter’s exuberance, “We’ve still got plenty of time before they arrive,”

“Forty-five minutes and eleven seconds to be precise father,” Penny chirped, though she did sit down at their small dinner table. Pietro couldn’t help but give her a rueful grin. Sure, she no longer was directly connected to the CCTS but throughout her recovery she had made it a point to regain her old accuracy.

“Right you are,” he stated as he slides a plate of pancakes in front of her. “Just enough time to enjoy your breakfast, with your old man,”

“Thank you, father,” Penny said as she leaned up to give him a kiss. The past year or so had been a wonderful for the two. They had finally had time to properly bond as a family. No military oversight, no classified information being withheld, and nothing to call them away from each other. Sure, her father was busy at times with his projects around Vacuo, but he could easily come back home if she needed him. Likewise, he could check on her when she went exploring and training. In the end the two had solidified their family again, and if Penny was honest, it felt even better.

Penny sighed as she took a bite out of her pancakes. She was never going to get used to these fluffy treats Nora had shared with her. Not to mention the numerous toppings one could put on such stacks added so much potential to a breakfast. Her father turned on the tv, and the buzz of the daily news drifted through. It was this calm atmosphere that Penny had grown accustom to in the mornings, and yet her earlier nerves were coming back in force.

Pietro, having gotten time to know his daughter, could see such signs now.

“It will be fine Penny,” he stated, drawing Penny’s gaze toward him “I doubt your friends are going to be disappointed with just spending time with you,”

“I…it’s just that it’s been so long,” Penny said, a bit of sadness entering her voice, “what if something’s changed—”

“Oh, something definitely will have changed,” Pietro chuckled, earning himself a glare from his daughter.

“Father, you know what I meant,” Penny said annoyed, “It’s just that—”

“That you’re over thinking Penny,” Pietro cut in as he gave a hug to his daughter, “you get that from me,” he said grinning as he spotted a smile on his daughter’s face again. Fortunately, the weather report came up and took Penny’s attention. Some of her plans required specific weather patterns.

Of course, no amount of additional information could change when they had to leave, and soon Penny found herself standing at the entrance of the airship gate, alone. Her father had work, which she had known would happen. Not that he didn’t offer to stay with her. She however needed to do this herself. At least that’s what she told herself.

Seconds turned to minutes and that turned into an eternity for her. She knew the darker thoughts her brain was currently hitting her with was just that, thoughts, but those thoughts were getting louder. She knew she wasn’t full healed from the war, especially considering she had met death twice.

“ATTENTION! ATTENTION! Flight V44092 has landed,” the speakers suddenly spoke and Penny felt her world freeze. Here it was, the moment of truth. Well almost the moment, they had to deboard the airship, get their bags and—

“WOOSH!!”

Penny’s thoughts were suddenly crashed as a bolt of red slammed into her. With a twirl Ruby spun her friend around all the while crying out how good it was to see her. Penny’s mind immediately crushed most of her worries. After all it was hard to argue with Ruby’s hugs, the warmest most comfortable hug that Penny ever experienced.

“Penny?” Ruby’s voice suddenly brought Penny out of her daydreaming and for the first time Penny realized she looked up at Ruby. Her friend had grown at least another three inches, her hair a wild mess of locks, but her face still held that open friendliness that led her to be the Hero of Remnant. “Ah Penny?” Ruby pressed a little worried at the wide-eyed stare her friend was giving her, she knew she was a bit of a mess, but she didn’t look that bad right?

“You’ve gotten taller,” Penny finally said as Ruby set her down.

“Yep, dad’s height finally kicked in,” Ruby declared as she stepped backed and flexed her height. However, she got nervous when Penny simply stared at her. “What? Is there something on my face?”

“No,” and Penny stepped back in to initiate her own hug, and basking in the sense of comfort she had missed from Ruby.

[narwhalish]

The rest of the dream team!!! Penny doesn't actually get turned till later haha but Nuts and Dolts fam. 

@yoomschoocs did the lines and I colored n stuff!!! 

Also idk why I call me the dream team haha all my fav characters?? Yes please

Corruption au hehe

[rwby-sk]

My ship thoughts

This will be a long post, so I’m putting it under a ‘keep reading”

Bumbleby  - Until Vol.4 I wasn’t sure if the Bees liked each other. Like yeah, we’ve had solid evidence since, like, their Vol.1 trailers. But still. I wasn’t sure CRWBY would do it. But wow was I impressed.  - Probably my favorite well-known ship - Their EYES are the colors of each others SOULS what more do you want??? - I wish my gf would throw a motorcycle at my abusive ex...

Nuts and Dolts  - I tried pushing this ship out of my mind for so long. I did. I wasn’t ready for it  - I appreciated the things people made for the ship. I knew it had potential  - But wow. Vol.8 really said “Nuts and Dolts rights” and I respect that - They’re so cute together. It’s like if Pyrrha came back to life and could be with Jaune again.  - But healthier this way (see Arkos)

Renora  - Wholesome - Cute -��‘Boop’ is one of my favorite songs - We all saw it coming. But how we got there was the fun part  - That Vol. 4 finale though...

Arkos  - First off, Arkos is my favorite ship from Vol.1-3 - Himbo is taught how to drink his respect women juice by an Amazon? Sign me up  - The character development, the mutual respect, the CARE - ForeverFall still fucks me up. I cry when I listen to it - I love Pyrrha, she’s my girl, but... She really betrayed Jaune’s trust at the very end. He told her specifically he never wanted to be helpless and watch his friends fight for their lives again. And she did exactly that to him. Making him wonder if he could have made a difference had he been able to fight by her side with her in the end.  - But it’s not really even Pyrrha’s fault. Ozpin’s expectations and Cinder’s plan are more to blame - Still high tier - It’s just so tragic

WhiteKnight  - Cute in theory  - But it’d have to be done so carefully to be a good romantic pairing  - As friends? I LOVE IT. Make these two best friends right now! - But Jaune moved past his feelings for Weiss in Vol.2 when he finally realized she meant it when she told him she didn’t like him  - I’m shocked though that so few people pick up on Ep.3 Vol.1 when Weiss is making fun of Jaune and mockingly calls him a “cute boy”. I think Jaune just thought Weiss liked him already, and went from there. He hits on Pyrrha pretty quick in Ep.4 too - I think it could work with who they are now, but I think they’re better as friends 

WhiteRose  - The sole reason I didn’t ship Nuts and Dolts sooner  - Vol. 6 messed me up okay? That red scarf really threw me for a loop - Chasing each other in the Argus Limited?  - Weiss sassing Ruby non-stop Vol.1-3?  - It also completes the RW BY JP NR pairings. I like to joke that the Emerald forest is actually “true love” forest. And whoever you lock eyes with first you fall in love with them. But that only works sometimes  - Also that part where they call out each others names when Jinn shows them Ozpin’s past 

Ladybug  - Cute and interesting  - I’m not against it. I would just need more of it to ship it myself - They just have such solid connections with other characters  - I do love Blake’s introduction to the main cast though, and how much Blake looks up to Ruby 

Freezerburn  - Similar to LadyBug  - Cute, but I just ship them more with other people  - That hug in Vol.5 was a bit sus though - Yang does seem to open up the most with Weiss - And Weiss defended Yang so quickly after the Mercury fight  - It’s not unfounded, I’ll say that  - Analyzing it has opened my eyes 

Crosshares  - Yes  - Just  - Yes  - High femme fashion ICON Coco Adel  - With fan-fave Velvet Scarlatina - WLW powercouple  - I wish I was Coco and Velvet is cute, not much to understand here, keep scrolling 

RoseGarden  - I have my concerns  - Oscar is a wonderful kid  - He probably has a crush on Ruby  - And he is a wholesome boy who deserves all the happiness  - But he also has a manipulative immortal Wizard in his head  - So - You know

Lancaster  - I never saw Lancaster. Jaune is the first boy Ruby meets. And Jaune calls her cute and quirky once, but... - I love Ruby’s talk with Jaune about failure in Vol. 1, then his return to that speech in Vol. 4 in return.  - I think they lean on each other as leaders - But I don’t see it going further - Cute though. I’ve seen nice fanart 

BlackSun  - I read an analysis a long time ago that really sat with me  - Blake asked for space (not out loud, but in action) when she ran away - Yang gave her what she wanted. She didn’t like it. But she gave Blake what she asked for.  - Sun on the other hand, didn’t. He followed and helped her anyway. (Believe me, Blake could have used all the help she could get in Vol. 4-5) But in doing so, he kinda took himself out of the running as love interest.  - He’s and excellent Foil for Blake though, so I love him

SeaMonkies  - Two bros, chilling in a hot tub... - Is it gay to become junior detectives with your best friend and only hang out with him for like 3 seasons?  - These two are just  - So fucking stupid  - Apart, they are fine. Very competent.  - Together though - They are just so dumb I think its cute as hell 

JNR  - Wholesome  - I could see it in Argus. In front of Pyrrha’s statue - They love each other  - Maybe its not 100% romantic  - But they love each other  - I could be happy here

JNR+Neo  - CRIME + Ren  - The pure chaos of Nora and Neo  - The exhausted mom-friend energy from Ren and Jaune - The power polycule that could take on Salem alone and maybe win? - I think it’d be cute, but I personally ship them in the two pairs a bit more. 

Bees Schnees  - We add Blake and Yang’s angst, Yang and Weiss’ trust, and Weiss and Blake’s mutual understanding and growth  - Wow okay  - I have to give it to you, I kinda like it

Neo x Jaune x Ruby  - Based on my response to Lancaster, you might be able to guess my answer here - I think a lot of the ship’s points lie in “What’s better than one short girl dating the tallest guy in the cast? Two short girls dating the tallest guy in the cast!” - Cute though, I think it’d be chaotic and wholesome  - But poor Jaune would be exhausted trying to make sure the house doesn;t burn down every five minutes 

May x Winter  - Look - If I hadn’t made a Neo x Jaune side blog  - I would have made a May x Winter side blog  - The comparisons  - The family legacies  - The pure amount of how attracted I am to both characters  - What happens when two tops date each other?  - What if they were partners in Atlas?  - What if May was Winter’s first crush. And after May came out, Winter was like “Oh thank the gods, I was worried I liked all women and only one guy for some reason. Cool, crisis adverted. So anyway, Marigold, here’s how you do your makeup” - I could go on - Haha don’t tempt me - I’m serious  - Please let them sass each other at some point

GuardDogs  - Marrow = Just doing his best  - Jaune = Just doing his best  - Marrow and Jaune = two himbos just vibing in this world  - If we don’t get Silentknight, I’d be proud to get GuardDogs - Marrow sure has been worried about “Juan” this whole time, huh?

Emercury  - The sass - The pure sass  - Mercury’s unearned confidence paired with Emerald’s quick temper  - Wow, I hope Em can turn him away from murdering people.  - If Em gets 1 friend, I hope its Mercury and not Cinder  - At least Mercury cares about her (But he’s too cool to admit that outright) - Mercury is going to see Em on RWBY’s team and just immediately walk over and join up. No questions asked. “I guess we’re good now. Sorry Tyrian, its been cool, not really”

Happy Huntresses - Yes - Look at that HUG - Ladies, is it gay to go off into the tundra and form a rebellion against the fascist government with three of your hottest gal pals? 

[incorrect-strq-quotes]

Volume 7 First Impressions/Thoughts in No Particular Order (Spoilers)

I forgot entirely that Qrow has a different VA until about halfway through the episode. Seriously. Good job Jason.

Weiss has so much faith placed in Winter to be a Good Person I sincerely hope it isn’t misplaced....

I’ve never shipped Nuts and Dolts before but dear god I might just start that was so wholesome

On that note, PENNY! I knew she wasn’t dead-dead. And she got some UPGRADES fuck yeah

Seriously. Penny and Ruby’s eyesparkle moment destroyed me

Qrow got a new outfit! Yes! He looks so good! HotTopic rights!

They put Oscar in the middle of team JNR at the start of the intro (so their names would spell JRON) idk if that’s significant or if it was just a place to put him so they’d have an even four and four. What color/color related thing would “JRON” even be?

New outfits (only seen in the intro so far) look amazing animated. I can’t wait to see them for realzies

Who Is She

And more importantly, does she know Qrow?

Give Qrow One Of His Old Friends Pls Thank

Weiss is done giving a shit about reputation and social expectations and I am LIVING

Blake’s little smirk and eyeroll when Yang accidentally DEMOLISHES that servalence camera bot and then awkwardly tried to play it off killed me okay I’m dead now

No sight of other strq members in the intro hmmm

Let Nora Wear The Dancing Shoes

“You painted it?!”

Days Since Last Nonsense - 0

Atlas Teen Titans wtf?

We know who made Yang’s arm he’s prob gonna fix it he’ll probably ask Yang what happened to it 👀

The music score never disappoints

The chaotic dumbass that is team JNR makes it vary evident that Pyrrha had the single braincell they all shared when she died

[musings-from-mars]

Did a random number generator, so 29, for Nuts and Dolts!

One walks in on the other(s) while they are...

29. Trying on the other person’s clothes

Ruby yawned, wandering around the apartment in her PJs, searching for her Huntress outfit. “Penny?” She called out lazily. “Where’s my cambat skirt, I got called on a late night mission...” She wandered to their bedroom, opening the door. “Pen—” She went silent when she saw her girlfriend, standing in front of the mirror, dressed in her outfit. “Penny?”

Penny turned around, yelping in surprise. “R-Ruby! Uhhh...” Ruby’s outfit was a little small on her, Penny’s midriff exposed and the sleeves too short. “I was just...testing your outfit?”

Ruby giggled. “Testing it?”

Penny nodded. “Yes, and...it certainly passes the test!”

Ruby laughed, coming over and hugging her. “You’re such a dork, I love you.”

Penny sighed. “I love you, too, Ruby. You’re not mad that I stole your outfit?”

Ruby shook her head. “Of course not! You look cute.”

Penny beamed. “Really?”

“Well yeah! Red and black really suits you, surprisingly.”

“Can I get my own outfit like yours?!”

Ruby nodded, hopping up and down. “OMG yes! We can color coordinate!”

“That would be so aesthetically pleasing!”

“Yeah! And maybe we could style your hair all spiky? Really lean into the goth look!”

Penny took Ruby’s hands, and with full seriousness, muttered, “Teach me the ways of goth.”

Ruby laughed. “As you wish, my pupil. Let’s go shopping tomorrow!”

“Yes! Let us do that!”

“Can I have my clothes back though?”

“Ohhh, right right right...”

[joshslater]

Russian Dolt Multiverse

Continuation of Russian Dolt. Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

Russian history in four words: then things got worse. Russian story in four worlds:

Universe Один

My first thought was to get a bucket of ice, but I doubt this hotel has an ice machine, and I didn’t really care to put on any clothes just to find out. I walked into the bathroom and let the shower run on the coldest setting. After a minute I had to resign to it not being any cooler, this is the Philippines after all, and begun showering my cock and balls. Who is stupid enough to buy a solid, metal cock ring in the first place? If it wasn’t bad enough cock and ball torture to have a ring on for so many hours, though no idea exactly how many, having it doused in cold water certainly added to the sensory experience. At first nothing happened, but once the ring itself was coming down in temperature I started to see movement, and then it went quickly. The pain when the blood started moving properly was something otherworldly. I’ve had the odd sleeping leg from surfing to much while on the toilet, but this was that times thousand.

I cranked the temperature back up again and just stood there and soaked in the shower, trying to think about as little as possible. When I started to feel like a person again, albeit one who needed a smoke, I realized I should try to freshen up best I could. I’d already ruined some of it by showering hot before using soap, trapping much of the scent of cum and sweat in the pores that had now shut closed by the expanding skin. I still did an attempt using the dinky hotel soap. Shampoo would be pointless, looking like this. When I came to soaping my ass I paused. It didn’t feel right, like my anus was protruding a little. I didn’t hurt though, so I just assumed it was a side effect of the night’s adventure and would sort itself given time.

There wasn’t much to wear, and less I wanted to wear in the room. I found a bottle of body spray and a slightly distressed black T-shirt, that I combined with the jeans and the flip flops from the day before. I didn’t know how long I had the room for, if it was paid in advance, or anything, so I took another look around the room and saw nothing I would miss. The ear studs might be worth something, so I kept them on, and I pocketed the mysterious ring, but everything else I left in the room with the full knowledge it might all have been thrown out by the time I got back.

I really wanted to inhale as deep and as fast as possible, but I forced myself to savor the cigarette I lit as soon as I entered the street. It felt healthier, though it probably was at least as bad. But then the streets in Manila isn’t all that great for lung health either. I had started to walk with no particular goal in mind, but decided to at least have a look at my old hotel. Not because I had any hope of finding anything useful there, but I just didn’t have anything else to do.

With no clear memory of the way, no cellphone to guide and no money to be driven, it took more than an hour to get back. As I’m closing in on the hotel I see someone in my peripheral that looks familiar. Turn and see the hulking body of Boris lumbering towards my destination. He is marginally better dressed than last I saw him, and is carrying a canvas bag. We are quite far apart, and I saw him first, but as soon as he sees me he stops walking. He is just standing there for a good ten seconds, after which he turns and walk the other direction. I want to run up to him and ask him what the fuck they have done with my body, but he is too far away and I’m too damaged after the night’s events. Fuck! Perhaps he was returning to pick something up? I saw no reason to change my plan.

It was fully morning by now, and someone from the bell service at the hotel walked up to me as soon as I entered the lobby, asking if they could help. That was code for “you don’t belong”. I told him I know which room to get to, and thanked my luck this hotel didn’t require any key card for the elevator.

I was somehow hesitant, standing outside my old hotel door. The longer I waited, longer it would take until my fears were confirmed. I made a soft knock on the door.

Nothing happened.

I make a more forceful knock on the door.

As I open my eyes the light hurts. I hear a thud against the door. I look around and see the hotel room I checked in to two days ago. The bed is made, but someone has clearly been lying on it. To my left, on a small table, is a line of small, empty mini bar bottles. I’m just about to scratch my forehead when the faint chime-like rattle of chains made me look at the cuff around my wrist. It takes a moment to click that I am in my body again. My real body.

There is a knock on the door. Unsteadily I walk towards the door and open it. On the other side is Mikhail, rubbing his head. “You could knock first, remove ring not first. Not opposite order.”

The ring! “I removed the ring in your hotel room. Nothing happened.”

“Ah.” Mikhail nodded, and then waved his hand toward the mini bar empties. “Doesn’t work unless both are conscious. I got bored.” He stood still for a bit. “You was not bored. Was good?”

“да“

Universe Два

The rattle of key in keyhole snaps me out of my self pity, and in panic I dive into the bed sheets, only to immediately be reminded of why they are damp and sticky. I hope I can scare away room service before she realizes what a mess the room is in. But the door doesn’t swing open to reveal a tiny Asian lady. Instead a huge German wearing a tank top that barely contain his muscles confidently walks into the room. He carries a few different plastic shopping bags in his large hands. As soon as he sees me his serious face gets brighter with a smile.

“So, you are awake, ja. Schlept gut?” “да, but am sore all over.” “Entschuldigung, but I wanted to be back before you awake, but I got late. I saw your big friend from the bar.” “You met Boris?” “No, I saw him. He was taken by police. Don’t know why. Do you?”

Was this in any way related to me, or why I wasn’t swapping back to my body? Perhaps by just talking to the police this would all be sorted. Or perhaps they are really after Mikhail, and for all practical purposes I am him now. I could be shot before the end of the day.

“No. No idea.” “Gut”

He was smiling again, as he placed the bags on the small table and pulled the sheet that covered me.

“Oh, mein Gott. Your dick color. Hurts, ja?” “Yes. Hurts.”

He dove into one of the bags and pulled out some sort of medicinal cream tube, and a condom pack. He ripped open the condom pack, and used the condom as a glove, squeezed a large dollop of the gel from the tube onto my dick, and started to carefully cover it all with the condomed hand. Working quickly he then moved down and did the same to my balls. “Move less” he said, as if I didn’t understand my squirming made things difficult for him. The pain was however disappearing quickly. “It’s Anästhetikum. Makes it hurt less.”

He then tossed the condom in the trash bucket, grabbed another bag and picked out a few cans of beers and two cups from the top, and placed them on the night stand. Next he picked up a bag of ice, wet with condensation from the humidity. He tore it open, grabbed a fistful of ice, and cupped my dick and balls with it. Amazingly I didn’t feel a thing, except the cold water against my thighs. Only a minute or so later he dunked the remains of the ice in the plastic cups, and I could feel him slipping my dick, and then my nut sack, out of the ring. He put the ring down on the nightstand as well.

“So. You should feel again in one or two hour. Now bier.”

He opened one of the cans and poured into the cups with ice. Dark and foamy. “Bayerisches Bier” he proclaimed proudly, handing me a cup. He emptied his without waiting and promptly refilled it. “Wait for ice to it cool, ja.”

I carefully tasted my beer. It was strong in flavor, high in proof, and cold enough with so much ice in such a small cup. I realized that his eyes were glued on me. Suddenly he lept forward and kissed my mouth forcefully, making me spill half my cup of beer. I managed to put the cup back on the nightstand and wrapped my arms around my German. He kissed me close to asphyxiation before he pulled away. “I want you to move in, ja. Stay in my place.” That came completely unexpected, but I knew I wanted nothing more, just as he said it. What good was a nice apartment if you never saw it? I had enjoyed living as a lone, travelling salesman, but this right here was passion. In a way the choice had already been made for me. With this new body I couldn’t go back to the life I knew.

“I am happy to.” I answered. He noticed that my dick had perked up again, despite what it had been through. He carefully touched it, and I winced. It was bruised and raw, but I still hadn’t cum all night. He stroke my body, and my chin and then got up from the bed. Slowly he stepped out of his camo cargo shorts and his jockstrap, revealing his large, erect cock. He grabbed both my legs and carefully, almost tenderly, moved me towards him and inserted his dick into my abused ass.

Lying on my back our eyes were locked, as he slowly begun to gyrate his hips, moving his dick head back and forth over my prostate. I wanted to resist, but he had obviously set a goal to have me cum as soon as possible. To have my decision sealed not in blood, but in cum. I had been teased all night and it didn’t take much to splatter my body up to my neck in my own cum.

Universe три

I didn’t know what else to expect from the day, so I savored the coffee. Coffee and cigarette is such a cliche, but I’ve never been a smoker before. When I tried smoking in school once I hadn’t yet tasted coffee. But now everything made so much sense. One might argue I shouldn’t spend my last cash on a coffee, but I would argue there is no point saving such small amounts.

With the cup completely dry, it was time to figure out what to do next. The hotel wasn’t far off. I’d seen it while looking for a place to affordably drink a coffee. The hotel wasn’t one such place though , so I found this little cafe to have a calm moment before facing reality. The hot and humid air hit me as soon as I exit the cool cafe and walk the block down to the hotel.

As I enter the hotel lobby there is a weird vibe. A few guests are scattered around, and mostly ignores me, but the staff is pretending to not stare. I guess I am out of place, looking the way I do.

I take the elevator to my floor. As I exit I immediately see one of the cleaning carts from the room service standing by my door. Shit. I should have tried to come earlier, before they erased all clues. As I get closer I see the door opposite my room is opened, and my door handle still has a “Do not disturb” sign on it. I sigh a slight relief and knock on the door.

It takes just a second and the door swung in, and before I had a chance to see who was opening it something hit me in the back, pushing me tumbling forward. Someone grabbed my shoulders slowed my fall from totally crashing into the floor. There was something pushing hard on my back, just below the neck. I could feel my arms pulled together, and then cuffed. People were talking Filipino, a radio squeaked, someone was pressing something against my fingers, and I could only see boots and tactical trousers.

Just as I started to comprehend that the police had me arrested, I was lifted to my feet and pushed out of the room. Two police men were marching me towards the elevator, down through the lobby and out into a waiting police car. I asked “What is happening?”, “Where are you taking me?” and similar questions with obvious and useless answers, until one of them told me to shut up

We sat in silence in the car for what felt like 20 minutes, when finally a plain clothes officer approached the car. The driver lowered the window, and I assume for my benefit, the plain cloths officer spoke in English.

“It’s him. His fingerprints are all over the cuffs.”

Universe четыре

I was utterly confused when I woke up in a hotel bed, but then memories started trickle in. The body swap. I clearly was still in Mikhail’s body, I knew, because I could feel it. I felt sore. Wait, why was I still in Mikhail’s body? Looking around I could see I was in the bed in his shitty hotel room, no German to be found. I got up while the whole body was screaming in agony. The bed sheets were pretty much ruined with semen and other fluids. What a mess. My head throbbed with a hangover worse than I have ever experienced before. I stumbled over to the mirror.

Young, muscled, and well-hung were the bright side of what I saw. Everything else I saw in the mirror disgusted me, even more now than when I swapped into it yesterday. I was naked except for the thumb ring and a cock ring. The dick and balls looked bruised, a dangerously purple color. I tentatively touched the dick and pleasure tinged pain shot through my body. It was swollen and had a dull ache, but a small part of me even wanted to play with this dick some more, as I was still horny as fuck. I didn’t remember cumming. I didn’t even dare to think about the agony it would be to remove that cock ring. My thoughts went to the other ring. I’ve had enough of this. It was time to end this experience, exciting as it might have been.

I removed the ring.

Immediately I looked down at my face. It had the wrong color. The mouth was open, the eyes bloodshot and the chain from the handcuff was wrapped around the throat. In horror I let go of the chain and stepped away from the body. It looked dead. The neck looked weird, as if the chain had broken something inside of it.

I stumbled, hit a desk, and almost cried out. The body was unfamiliar and bulky. I looked into the mirror on the wall above the desk. Staring back at me was the Russian brick shithouse made of meat, Boris.

The sensation was completely different from Mikhail, and not just in the obvious way of being taller and beefier, or the lack of bruising from a night of rough sex. There were no cravings to smoke or drink. This guy must have treated himself well, but then you don’t get a body like this if your don’t.

The irony of that thought made me chuckle out loud. I hadn’t done anything to get his body. Why was I in it? I removed the leather glove and looked at my hand. One of those rings were on the thumb. I look at my dead body’s hand. No ring. Whatever he had been up to, he had managed to swap me into his body and probably him into Mikhail’s body.

I started to feel dread. Whatever reason he had for doing this was not going to be good for me, I felt. I needed to leave the hotel right away. I resisted the urge to take any of my belongings with me. Clothes were worthless, phone and computer could probably be tracked. I didn’t really have any money in the wallet, just cards, and any use of them could also be tracked.

There was a canvas bag on the floor I didn’t recognize. I picked it up and exited the room. There were no cameras in the corridor that I could see. I took the stairs on floor down, put the gloves in the bag. Then I took the elevator down to the lobby and tried my best to look as calm as possible while walking out. In my mind I was screaming “I didn’t murder myself, it was this body.”

Not far from the hotel I saw a cafe, and apparently I had plenty of cash in my wallet, so I decided for a coffee. Only a few sips in I could tell this body wasn’t used to that, and I was in for a massive shit within the hour. Let’s add that to the list of problems. If it isn’t the police that will get me, it is whatever Boris was running from.

[shinobirain24]

Water and Ice- Chapter 4: Poseidon Island, Where we First Met

Poseidon Island, the land of the seas. During the Great War of Remnant, it was once a peaceful land with resources of water dust crystals. The people on land where once called the "sea people," for those who once lived here. Warriors basically have water-based semblances. No ruler, no laws, only harmony have been stored until the war started. Since the land were affiliated with either of the kingdoms. Neither land are trusted for protection, instead, they trained to protect themselves. Rumors has it that the Sea People are skilled swimmers, and with it, that's when their semblances are awakened. Some can turn water into ice, others can turn it into vapor. or rather create a mist. Manipulate the water around them, or to create a storm. But to the cost of their land to become into ruins, each of the rulers of Vale, Vacuo, Mistral and Atlas tried to gain alliances to battle in the Great War. But they all refused, not wanting to endanger the island. Despite the offers given with weapons and dust. Still, a general of the island refuses to refrain himself from fighting for his people and took a stand against all four kingdoms, starting with Vale and Atlas. It was a biggest mistake that the rebellion went wrong, as the island was attacked by the Sea Feilong.

The moon stones are sacred gems created by the the four seasonal maidens, women warriors who can control their semblances and elements without the need of dusts. Some are impossible to find, but with it, it lacks the use of dust to double the semblances and muster their speed, based on the seasons the huntsmen were born from. When it glows brightly, it dissipates the Grimm around them. Like the silver-eyed warriors, they are also feared by the Grimm. It was trusted to the civilians in Poseidon Island to guard them with their lives in the Ocean Temple. It can upgrade any huntsmen only in the night. The moon stones are said to be the pieces of the shattered moon since the beginning of humanity. As a result they turned into meteorites and landed in Remnant.

A white-haired boy with sapphire blue eyes, wears a white jacket and black bodysuit and laced boots and grey knee pads. On his back is a trident he is armed with. Then a girl with long aqua blue hair with a silver heart-shaped hairpin and icy blue eyes, wearing a white dress with teal sequins on her top part and a silver leather jacket overall, and matching heel boots with a rapier on her right waist. Both are walking around the island with the boy reading the map while the girl is on a lookout for any Grimm. "Are you sure you wanted to go through with this? We're not huntsmen yet. We'll get into trouble if out uncle finds out

"Everything's going to be fine, Sis. We can just get back before dinner." The boy said to his younger sister.

"Remind me again why are we here for?" She asked.

"Because according to legend, there should be moon stones around the area. The Ocean Temple should not be far from here."

"From where I got from the rest. Our semblances are very strong because we descended from the Sea People. But the moon stones are just a myth, right?" She asked again.

"Nobody can prove it was just a myth unless we see for ourselves." He scoffed.

"I hate it when you're right." She sighed. "After all, it's not like the moons stones are staying in one place for long."

"Sis, come on, with the moon stones, we'll be able to fight harder to fight in another war to protect Remnant. We're still at war here."

"I'm not sure if there will be another war, Tristan. Besides, you're the first in our family to have two semblances, which no huntsmen or huntresses can have." Said the young girl.

"Hey, there might be for some time, and that's why they're letting us go outside to train."

"Not like this." She sighed again. Continuing the trail to find one of the moon stones. "Although, when I heard that this is where our parents first met before their academy days, it was very romantic. They didn't remember it at first." She closed her hands while resting them on her right cheek while remembering the romantic story. "If only I met someone who is genuine and very kind, also brave. Just imagine." She said lovingly.

"Well, be sure that guy isn't anything like my ex-girlfriend." Said Tristan. "She's a crazy nut-job."

37 years ago

In the same island, a young man at the age of 15 with blue hair with amber-colored goggles and a red jacket with a dress shirt under is having a class trip with fellow classmates in Sanctum Academy, a combat school in Argus before he went to Haven. Since the island was in ruins after the Great War, it is now a tourist trap for future huntsmen and huntresses. "Alright class, if you take a good look in front of you, you can see the Ocean Temple that was once known as the Guardian Palace for the balance of the seas. But sometime in the Great War, when one of the moon stones were stolen, it angered the temple and floods the place as a punishment." Explained the tour guide. Gesturing the students to follow him. The boy followed along without looking up with his goggles over his eyes. Looking down writing down notes for his history test about the Great War, until he bumped into someone and dropped his notebook.

"Ow! Watch where you're going you dolt!" The boy looked up to see a white-haired girl around his age tied to the upper right side with a silver tiara-like hairpin. A white dress with a coat overall. Opening her eyes revealed her ice-blue eyes. What's also seeable is a small scar on her left eye. The boy snapped out of it and lends the girl a hand to help her up, and picked up a bag she was carrying. "Oh man, I am very sorry." He apologized, but the girl turned her back in anger. But then walked over to him.

"It's not often that men could even apologize." She scoffed.

"Look, I'm just trying to be nice around here, okay?" She then placed her fingers onto his goggles to push them up.

"Honestly, you should be more careful. You could've hurt somebody or yourself." She advised in a cold manner, but also in a civil tone of her voice. She then proceed to push his goggles above his forehead. But then gasped softly when she gazed into his deep-blue eyes, captivating the girl. Eyes that shine like the stars in midnight. "Um, are you okay?" He asked, this woke the girl and blinked three times before backing off. "I'm so sorry! It's just that, I was just lifting your goggles cause I was afraid you might bumped into anybody else and your eyes look so...so...argh! She grasped her head with both hands in nervousness. Her face feels warm just facing him. Her heart raced nonstop. He then saw something over her eye, as he almost forgot what he saw.

"Hey, is that a scar over your eye?" He asked.

"Ahh! Don't look at it!" She yelled, covering her eye. Feeling humiliated by the scar she received during training.

"No, I didn't mean it. I meant to say that it's actually cute." He said it, smiling at her. She then looked at him again with a look of curiosity. "Huh?"

"I mean, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's a symbol of a warrior's pride. From what I can tell, you're pushing yourself so hard in huntsmen training. When wearing scars, it's a medals for something to be proud of. It also represents bravery. Take it from me, I have a brother who has a scar after fighting a Nevermore." He assured her with a brave expression on his face. "By the way, I never seen you around before. Are you from a different class of Sanctum?"

"No. I'm from Atlas. This is my first time outside of the kingdom and my sister has permission to take me there for a vacation." The girl sat next to the boy on a rock, they forgot that they're in groups, but this moment seem to last forever as the day sets into night.

"Your sister graduated from Atlas Academy, huh?"

"Yes. She was at the top of her ranks in the school. Ironwood did say she is a promising prodigy after my grandfather taught her to unlock her semblance. She graduated and become a soldier for the military. I haven't seen her much. But to be honest, she is the reason I was inspired to become a huntress. But I wanted to enroll to Beacon. So I have to pass many trials to get here." She explained, hearing her story about her sister reminded him of how much he looked up to his older brother. "The thing is, I wanted to go to Beacon to get out of my father's shadow. It's safe to say that he can be very controlling for as long as I can remember. My sister was cut from her inheritance after she decided to join the military. But, that move have lit up the fire in her pride that day. My father couldn't care less about her when she has to fight for the good of Remnant." Hearing that story got the boy concerned if the girl is having some troubles at home.

"You know, the way I see my brother. He's tough, and way smarter. He graduated from Haven. He may not be the leader, but he's also the most reliable member of his team. Just thinking about him makes me want to enroll to Haven. He's always been keeping his cool in his days as a student. But, he's also my inspiration to become a huntsmen. That's why I wanted to be like him. However, during a mission, he was killed in an accident a year ago." This got the girl in shock when she hears the story. "And somewhat, it was my fault. I could've saved him that day because of my semblance." This got the girl to place her hand over his, feeling sorry for his loss. "I am sorry." She said softly. Then the boy looked at her and gazed into her eyes.

"Don't be. All I want to do now is to honor him by becoming a hunter. The first thing I wanted to do first is to conquer my fear. For you, keep your hopes up until you become a full-fledged huntress. Cause by the end of the day, month and year, you'll be a beautiful star who fought for a warrior's honor."

"Well, I hope you can. Keep your brother at heart, okay?" They then look up at the meteorites showering at the sky. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" She asked.

"Yeah. It is." He replied. They still held hands for hours, until a woman's voice is heard. "Weiss, time to go!" Called her elder sister.

"Coming, Winter! I have to go, I can't worry my sister one bit." She said, and he nodded. She then turned back and asked him. "Hey, will there be chance to meet again? I haven't caught your name yet."

"You'll have to find out yourself. But, if there's a chance, let's meet again sometime, Snow Angel." He winked. She quickly turn away and blushed at the nickname he gave her. While heading back to her sister who was waiting for her in the pier to head back to Atlas.

Snow Angel. I really like it. He's so dreamy. She thought.

7 years later

Neptune, Weiss, Drey, Rick and the 12 other huntsmen have decided to camp out for the night since it took them 17 hours for the ferry to stir to Poseidon Island. The current conditions of the island are still in ruins. It was closed for some of the reasons, but it's only available for any huntsmen and huntresses to investigate the disappearances of fellow hunters who vanished in thin air. But Weiss wonders if this is all a trap, from what she heard the day before the mission is that her sister ran from Atlas the week after she was promoted as General of the Atlas Military. They all sleep soundly by the bonfire.

Weiss is startled by the sounds of Neptune whimpering, and hyperventilating. "No...can't breath. Stop. No...stay back. Stay back." He was tossing and turning on the ground. Wondering if that's what's bothering him in his sleep. But then he cracked his eyes opened. "Ah! Jupiter!" He then took a deep breathe, and walked to the nearby pond behind the pillars of a colosseum. Weiss secretly follows, for unknown reasons, she couldn't forgive him for something. But she is also worried for his wellbeing, she hid behind a pillar and watches him reaching out to the pond. But once again his hand shakes when he got closer and closer. But he pulls back again. "Why can't I do this?!" Enraged, he threw a rock at a nearby pillar where Weiss was standing, but it missed her. It only created a dent in front. He then spotted her. "Weiss?" He said softly as he calmed down staring at the eyes of a huntress. She then ran back to the camp as she began to question herself in silence before he can apologize.

Neptune, what has gotten into you? I never saw you act this way before. Why did you take this mission? I'm sorry I haven't forgiven you, and for shutting you out. But I can't risk losing you. She thought with tears in her eyes.

[chocolatechibi]

Nuts n Dolts week: Day 6

@nuts-and-dolts-week

Prompt: future

Beyond the Stars

“I’m just saying, there’s something so appealing about the idea of raising a son!” Nora insists, grinding her spoon into her ice cream scoop, “Having a little man running around the house… Wouldn’t you like to have a father to son experience?”

“I’m not saying I wouldn’t like to have a father to son experience, I’m just saying a girl would be better! Girls are just more interesting somehow, and surely easier to raise!” Ren argues.

I snort. Like Yang or I was ever easy to raise. Not for a minute.

“Well a boy would be interesting, too, if he came from us!”

“But girls are nicer…”

I can’t help but smile as the two continue to bicker. There’s something strangely charming about watching two nineteen year olds who have barely been dating two months argue about what gender of baby they would have. They aren’t having one—at least as far as any of us know—and they wouldn’t even get to choose the gender if they were, and yet they still fight.

“Well if I have a baby, I want a girl!” Yang announces, scraping the remaining ice cream from the bottom of her bowl.

“I want a girl, too,” Blake says quietly, tugging on the ends of her short hair.

“Oh yeah? Cool!” Yang responds, then, “Wait, would you have, like, a litter, or just one?”

Blake makes a face.

“Just one, Yang, I’m not actually a cat!”

“I’m just checking, just checking, you do like laser pointers a lot-“

“Shut up!” Blake snaps, not-so-subtly kicking my sister under the table.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Yang just rubs her head, chuckling nervously. I laugh, too.

“Alright all of you, just don’t make me an auntie too soon, you’re all too young,” I say, to which all four others in the room blush the color of tomatoes.

I just laugh again.

“Alright, well, see ya. I’m gonna go find Penny,” I say, getting up from the table.

They all mumble their goodbyes to me, and as I leave to the hall, I hear their conversation quickly resume, along with the sounds of spoons clinking against ice cream bowls.

It’s late, so Penny must be back now, but if she hasn’t come in, I bet I know where she’ll be.

The stairwell up to the roof is dark, and when I grab the railing, the metal is so cold I flinch away. When I make it to the top I have to push pretty hard to get the old metal trap door to open, but I manage to wrench it upwards eventually, revealing a square of the night sky above. A burst of cold night air comes to meet me, and I shiver.

“Penny?” I call out softly, climbing out onto the roof.

Surely enough, there’s my girlfriend, sitting aways away on the tip of the slanted roof. She turns as soon as she hears my voice, her face lighting up with recognition.

“Salutations, girlfriend Ruby!” she calls back to me, and I already feel warmer inside.

“Hi Penny.”

I scoot over to her, being careful not to fall down the sloped roof, and pull her into a little half-hug, kissing her cheek.

Pink dusts across her cheeks. She never blushed before she became a real girl, but now, she does, if only sometimes. I think it looks beautiful on her.

“What’re you doing up here?” I ask her as we snuggle closer together, arms around each other.

“Oh you know,” she says, nuzzling against my temple, “Just thinking.”

“Whatcha thinking about?”

“Not much. Just life,” she says softly.

We’re so close I can feel her heartbeat, and it makes me so happy. She has a beating heart now. She’s a real girl now, just like she always wanted, though I know she always was one in spirit. That was never enough for her, though. She wished for a beating heart, and now she has one. It’s lovely to see how happy it makes her.

“Penny?”

“Yes?”

I give a soft sigh, looking up at her through half-lidded eyes. She smiles at me, the love in her eyes enough to make me melt.

She leans forward, and our lips meet in a gentle kiss, eyes falling shut. It’s so warm, it feels like we’re glowing.

“Penny?” I say again as we part, “The others were talking about… Do you want kids when you’re grown up?”

A hint of surprise dances in Penny’s eyes, then she smiles.

“I… can have my own children now,” she says softly, her eyes warm, “I want to.”

My heart flutters, warm in my chest.

“Me too. I want to be a good mom, like my mom was.”

Penny nods.

“I never had a mom, but I still want to be a good one someday.”

“I’m sure you will,” I say.

She gazes up at the sky.

“I want to name my child Kokoro. It means heart. She will carry the strong, beating heart of a real girl, from the very moment she’s born. A heart like yours. And now, mine, too,” she says, and she looks about to cry.

I’ve never really seen Penny have this look before, of such profound emotion.

There’s so many things I could say, but words seem to get lost on me in this moment, so I say the only thing I can think of.

“So you want a girl?”

Penny gives a little happy laugh.

“I do.”

I feel so happy in that moment, I never want to leave.

“She’s out there,” I say softly.

Penny turns to look at me, curiosity in her eyes.

I look to the stars.

“She’s so far away. Right now, she’s just an idea adrift in the cosmos, a dream of what could be. She’s out there, somewhere beyond the stars.”

Penny just stares at me, her eyes a bit wide. I don’t blame her, I’ve never heard myself talk like this, either. It just slipped out.

“She’s out there somewhere,” I continue, “But she’s also within us. We have everything we need to have her one day.”

I take Penny’s hand, staring into her teal eyes.

“Someday, we could have our own daughter. If you want to.”

Penny smiles, brushing away tears with her other hand. She leans down once again, pressing her lips against mine. The kiss only lasts for a moment, but it’s just enough to make the whole world feel perfect and warm.

Her response is short, but true. I can see it in her eyes. The future, our future, is out there, somewhere beyond the stars, and we can see it. It’s waiting for us.

“Yes.”

[powerbottomblake]

Do you think CRWBY would have the guts to have Penny admit she has a big old crush on Ruby, the same way Ilia did for Blake? Because I feel like the girl does have a big old crush. LIke a big fat one.

I think it’s less a matter of guts than a matter of intent.

As I said before, nuts and dolts as an intense, formative platonic bond for both Ruby and Penny is still a very valid reading of their relationship till now. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very much into n&d and the romantic coloring of it is there if they want to take it there, but I don’t think that was the original plan.

If we take bumbleby as an example, you can see how RT had them planned from the get go, down to their very character designs being complementary. Ilia, as well, was intended to be the first officially introduced lgbt character. I don’t see that kind of intent in n&d. That doesn’t mean it won’t happen! Sometimes some subplots and relationships grow organically from the writing without first being planned that way. Becky Albertalli, for example, saw the response to the Leah/Abby storyline (or the potential there that the readers picked up on) and realized she had unwittingly planted the seeds for what would be the sequel to Simon vs the Homo Sapiens Agenda and would be a great f/f storyline (check it out if you haven’t already btw).

So RT could totally go over what they’ve put out so far and be like oh. This is something that developed organically and could definitely lead to another great lgbt storyline, which, paired with Penny’s trans coding would be incredible. But I honestly wouldn’t fault them if they didn’t take the story there.

But also yes Penny has a big fat crush on Ruby and she fills the Classic RWBY Love Interest Prerequisites that is:

- she Sees and is Seen by Ruby from the very get go; Ruby just immediately sees to the heart of Penny, regardless of her having a metallic body she’s always affirmed how Penny is real and human to her. And Penny is inspired by Ruby’s kindness and courage and nobility. Tbh a great moment is Penny immediately pegging Ruby’s semblance before she herself was aware of all it entailed; surface level it’s a great joke, but it also speaks volume abt Penny’s ability to grasp what makes Ruby’s soul.

- Parallel/complimentary struggles and arcs! Ruby has to contend with being one of the last specimens of an otherwise extinct line of warriors that could be key to saving the world, Penny has to learn how to basically be Remnant’s equivalent of a superhero. They’re in unique positions to understand each other best (which is actively being reflected rn)

I don’t know how this turned into an N&D manifesto but yeah basically I don’t know if they were planned to come off this way nor would I be miffed if RT ultimately doesn’t go there with them but. The seed is there, and it’s been growing, and it’d be kinda neat if it did end up flowering.

[cosmokyrin]

Yaknow if (and that if gets smaller with every interaction they have I SWARE) nuts and dolts is happening theres no way the hacked!red eye thing wasnt intentional and it's just kinda brilliant to me how no one would think twice about the symbolism of the colour change since red means bad so we didn't want to read into it to much but now it just feels different the closer to canon they get, i dunno how to explain it hope my ramblings made sense pfft.

fsdjskjfsldfsdf I have seen that take (Penny with red eyes, incorporating Ruby’s colors into her) quite a few times before yes

I would probably ride on this if and only if they make Penny heterochromatic (one red eye and one green eye. why that would happen is still up in the air). Pretty sure red-eyed Penny just most likely denotes she is indeed hacked and red signals danger, but if we want the brainrot so bad, yeah, imma take that any day lmfao asjdfdj

in conjunction with that red-eyed Penny thing was that crack-ish theory that Ruby also incorporated Penny’s colors to her by her green goop / blood so there (of course that’s a crack take but I’ll still take it HAHAHAHA)

[chaoslordjoe]

RWBY - Do I Ship It #2? Ruby Rose

I’ve decided to continue this whole shebang with going over ships for individual characters each time. And for this one, we’re looking at our favorite cooking-deepthroating reaper, Ruby Rose...That may be one of my favorite character descriptions I’ve ever typed.

With introductions outta the way, let’s talk some Ruby ships.

White Rose

kinda leaves me indifferent?

overrated

would read a fic about it

Ideally, White Rose has become one of those ships that half of the FNDM loves to hate. But me, I’m not as triggered by it, let alone nowhere near as angered by it’s presence simply because it’s not Bumbleby.

Unlike BB, in which it’s presence makes me wanna slug my screen every time I see a comment thread screeching high praise about it, I can look at White Rose and just be more like: “Eh. It’s okay.” Simply because I have seen WR content that I enjoy, and that at least many WR shippers know when to shut up when they’re called out unlike Wasps.

Really, a lot of the content has a lot heart put into it to where I really can’t get mad at it. I know it’s a WLW ship. I know that’s become a thing to generally hate among RWBY fans. But I do think that WR is the lesser of two evils between that and BB not because I have a lot of friends who ship it, but because I think folks crap on it way too much compared to the demon that BB has become.

Am I saying there aren’t toxic WR fans still around? Hell no. They need to be called out on it, too. But I’m also generally more relaxed about the ship. Nothing major really.

Ladybug

I SHIP IT

CUTENESS OVERLOAD

underrated

hELL YES

Ladybug has become a recent addition to my ship list a while back. But I’ve fallen head over heels for it in such a short amount of time.

Even many folks I’ve spoken to who tend to gag at the mention of WLW ships in a fandom as egregious as RWBY’s agree that the Bugs are really harmless given soft the content of this ship often is. I’m not saying that Ladybug is all “wee-hee-we’re-a-couple-of-happy-go-lucky-dorks” because that would make it unoriginal and boring to read in many cases.

No, the reason I’ve grown to adore Ladybug so much is because I’m one of those who parrots how much of a missed opportunity (like the show is as a frigging whole) how many interactions there could be between Ruby and Blake.

Why wouldn’t they? They’re both into fantasy stories, both have darkened color schemes, and share some general views on why they fight. Really, Ladybug is just a good way for me to fill the void of just how much Rooster Teeth doesn’t give a fuck about how to organize their characters properly?

Volume 5 gets Freezerburn, and not onwards? Come on, RT.

But before I end up turning this into a rwde post, let’s just move onto the next ship.

Nuts & Dolts

I SHIP IT

CUTENESS OVERLOAD

Soulmates

I WOULD DIE FOR IT OKAY

Yeah this one was pretty obvious. But who cares?! I frigging adore Nuts & Dolts.

Let me just be clear in saying that I can ship it platonically/romantically, simply because I love the bond that Ruby and Penny share. They’re both hyperactive, kindhearted and strong-willed girls with a penchant for bladed weaponry and wanting to make the world a better place for everyone.

This initially made N&D into a guilty pleasure ship for me. But over time, I just couldn’t resist or get mad at it because I love how soft it feels. Same reason as Ladybug for the most part. But overall, I like N&D because of just how much soul there is between two people who were born differently with a set of powers that aren’t what you’d call “ordinary”.

As someone who’s been called “unique” or other labels with the disability I have, I usually find it very pretentious and downright grating to see stories that are supposed to be uplifting about being born in a different manner because that can be really damn annoying after a while.

Yeah, stuff like disability or other stuff is under-represented in pop culture. But often it’s portrayed in a very “Hollywood” fashion even if it’s not a work from that culture and work mindset.

I’m not saying N&D is one of those “unique” portrayals, but as something that shows what happens when two saviors who wanted a normal life have someone in each other that they can trust and even love for their shared experiences of being born differently.

Which is why I’ve grown to accept Ruby and Penny as the popular fan portrayal of being girlfriends or platonic friends. They have so much in common, which makes it that much more endearing for me personally.

Okay. Those are some Ruby/Other girl ships outta the way. Now let’s discuss some Ruby/guy ships...Here’s where it gets a little odd.

Lancaster

BROTP

overrated

no thanks

Oh boy. I’m probably gonna get some flak for this entry...

Let me just be clear that this is a post that is NOT meant to attack any particular shippers. This is me stating what I feel about certain ships and me occasionally talking about how I think they would turn out. 

It’s not my headcanon interpretations, per se. But instead it’s more how I picture it based on my experience with viewing relationships in my own life before I started discussing fandom ships.

Now that I have that out of the way, let’s discuss Ruby/Jaune.

When I first started watching RWBY, my first ship, like many others was Arkos (more on that when I cover Jaune). I felt that Pyrrha was just the right fit for a lovable dweeb like him with how it helped kick-start his character development and the framework for how he would improve himself overall.

Granted, I wasn’t really expecting Arkos to be canon since Pyrrha had died in V3. It was a tragic outcome for a ship that had so much buildup. And most of the FNDM agreed that Jaune needed a hug along with his friends to help him through it.

When I started to hear about the fact that Jaune was shipped with other girls in the main cast, I wasn’t really shocked since White Knight was already fairly popular. But when I found out about Lancaster, it was like: “Wait a second, people actually ship him with Ruby?”

Was more confusion than astonishment, to be honest. I didn’t really think that it would’ve been fitting despite how close and similar both team leaders were. But I decided to bite the bullet and give it a try with reading a couple of Lancaster works.

I got bored.

I’m not so much angry whenever I hear about Lancaster as I am just not impressed by how much fanon works recycle many tropes and plot elements.

Ruby is secretly in love with Jaune.

Jaune does something adorkable or manly which attracts Ruby.

Ruby makes/attempts to make a move on him with some crazy or titillating way that, while in-character for her, has been repeated one times too many in this or other ships featuring her.

Jaune is generally being a good boi throughout. I like Jaune, but I feel that he’s put in too many fanfics in which he’s overly good and pure. Again. It’s fitting for him, but sometimes a bit of difference in fan interpretation is nice. Make him angry, have him lash out at his friends at times. Just don’t make him a “perfect” boyfriend.

Both dorks often have to hide their relationship because of the possibility of Pyrrha being jealous, Yang going apeshit, or other characters reacting the way they do which is often buzzwords in a fic like that.

Lancaster shippers, I am not attacking you since this is your thing. If so, fine. But it’s not mine as I am giving an attempt to give constructive criticism about some of the ships listed here while talking about ships I like to make these posts all about even ground.

I prefer to see Ruby and Jaune as besties. Hell. I prefer to see them more like siblings considering how much Jaune acted like a big brother to Ruby on the road to Mistral with how Yang was bedridden with depression in V4. I also think that Jaune needs a friend right now rather than a love interest. The same could be said for a lot of characters right now, but that’s a different topic.

My biggest criticism for LC is that while I understand the similarities that they share, it’s the whole “opposite-gender-leads-fall-in-love” trope. This trope can be done right *coughRENORAcough* but is put in so many works that I’m not one of those fans who’s impressed with it.

The ship isn’t original, but it’s nothing to make me wanna rage-post like I’m Keemstar on Red Bull or the like. And I know people who are into it, to which I tell them: Good for all of you. It’s simply not my cup of tea.

Rosegarden

would read a fic about it

meh

not really my thing

Oh god, how I wish it wasn’t harvest season!

Kidding. Kidding. Rosegarden is legit, and all my friends in the group who ship it are wonderful people.

Another ship that I can’t really get angry at since compared to other ships that cover things like young love or ships of people who were born differently (see my Nuts & Dolts entry), RG is pretty fucking harmless and I can tolerate it more even though I’m not into it.

While I understand why it seems hypocritical of me to share and repost stuff related to RG on occasion, this is simply because I have reason to share it based on how much I’ve interacted with shippers and how I’ve actually had productive discussions with them outside of their ship.

It’s the community which I like more than the ship because of how much more chill they are. But there’s also a big reason why I know that some people crap on this one.

Ozpin.

Dude, if I had a Dollar for every “RG-is-pedophilia-because-Oscar-is-Ozpin’s-puppet” fallacy that was posted I wouldn’t be needing a stimulus check. Let me explain to y’all why that’s bullshit.

(RWDE mode online)

Is Ozpin eons of years old? Yes. He’s from Humanity 1.0 and was thrown into the bodies of men in the modern world in his war against Salem. It’s a rough situation with a lot of baggage to any relationship he puts up or wishes to even build-up and I don’t think it should be swept under the rug because there’s a lot of stuff that should be brought up about the guy.

Is Ozpin intervening on any potential interaction between Ruby and Oscar? No. Canon or no, Oz has been a neutral party in whatever interactions the two kids have because it’s not really his business. Do you honestly believe that if Ozpin would be the kind to boss his host around that he would attempt to butt in on their friendship?

As an Oz critic, I can say that while I understand both interactions, I draw the line at this ship being considered pedophilia.

I mean, come on! The FNDM ships Ruby with villains like Roman, Cinder and Salem, who are adults when she’s a teenager! And suddenly it’s okay to claim pedophilia just because Ozpin is present?! ARE YOU HIGH?

If we’re going with that logic, fine, just have Ozpin ascend from his brain after Salem is 86′d, THEN we can have a development in RG’s friendship whether it’s romantic or not. But leave the fans of this pairing out of it!

(RWDE mode offline)

The reason I don’t ship Rosegarden is because I’m not a fan of the whole “young love” trope either. I wouldn’t mind it so much if Oscar wasn’t relegated to a support role due to being an Oz host and he had more screen time rather than the old wizard.

Maybe I’m just too cynical about stuff like this to really care. But the point is, I can’t get mad at this ship either and I’m willing to read up on it in small doses.

Strawbana

I ship it

CUTENESS OVERLOAD

the sexiest pair

we need more of it

underrated

Sun Wukong, you magnificent monkey bastard! You always seem to brighten my day whenever I’m looking through critical discussions related to this show.

Much as I love BlackSun, I’m definietly curious to learn more about other ships involving my homeboy here. Solar Flare, I also like. But Sun/Ruby? Thank you sir, may I have another!

Ugh. Can’t believe I just quoted Animal House to describe my love for this painfully underrated ship. Somebody get me some soap...

Other than their VAs being married in real life, I like Strawbana/Red Sun the same reason as Nuts & Dolts with this being a ship that features two extremely upbeat characters finding love in one another with just how much they kick ass for the reasons of just being good people.

Kinda/sorta the only straight Ruby ship I’m into just because of how much they could rub off on one another, and how much I’d love to see them interact more in canon material. Not just the show but any other tie-in stuff.

Next time, we cover Weissu.

[im-the-king-of-the-ocean]

2, 10, either Juri (from Utena) or Weiss? (I am in a fencing mood this evening lol)

I’m doing Weiss since I’ve been very fond of her lately.

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1. Fight them or fight for them

I’d fight for Weiss, partially bc I wouldn’t want to fight her and partially bc I would throw down against Jacques to protect her.

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2. On a scale from 1-10 how excited do I get when I see them

Probably somewhere in the medium 5-6 range, but could steadily rise.  When I watched V1, I thought I’d hate her.  I’m really, really not fond of the prissy/popular/rich girl stereotype.  Watching the locker room scene left me unenthusiastic for a possible Weiss/Pyrrha popular girls team up-type deal.  I was pleasantly surprised when that didn’t end up happening, and then started to grow fonder of Weiss the more I saw of her.  She wasn’t quite what I expected.  The more I learned about her past, the more I wanted her to grow (and actually come to love her new team/support group).

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3. Would I smooch/date/etc

No, but then I never really ship myself with characters ever.

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4. Do I write for them

Yes, although she’s the member of RWBY I’ve so far written the least for (altho this is largely due to the fact I strongly like nuts and dolts and bumbleby, but don’t have a favored Weiss ship to the same extent).

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5. Their defining color (color I most associate with them)

...white

also blue, and I like when she has little touches of red in her aesthetic too.

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6. My nickname(s) for them

I don’t think I’ve given her any?

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7. Something I have in common with them

I too can come off as standoffish or cold on occasion (due to trust-related issues and the fact I don’t immediately open up to people).

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8. Song I associate with them

see this question isn’t fair bc I’ve been listening to this video of Mirror Mirror/Path to Isolation/This Life is Mine while I work recently

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9. Who do I ship them with (and type of ship ex. Romantic or brotp

Romantic:

Prismatic Ponytails

Monochrome 

Freezerburn 

Bees Schnees

brotp

Ruby

Jaune

Sun

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10. Idea for an imagine/fanfic for them (if I have one)

I’ve been toying around with the idea of a Weiss and Ilia partnership a lot.  I think I wrote one post out on the topic, and then incorporated it into Souls, but I kinda want to have a solo fic with just them.

send me a character