#survivor rvb

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Survivor (derogatory)

[duraraross]

miles luna why are you so good to me

[tvckerwash]

I feel like a massive missed opportunity when it comes to characterizing wash is that no one takes advantage of the fact that he's not a liar—in fact, he's extremely open and earnest—but despite that he is still able to hide the truth from everyone around him.

wash knows people, he intimately understands people, and he has mastered the ability to read between the lines to weaponize people's perceptions against them. when people think that you're just some silly little guy they let things slip that they would never say around anyone else, and while any other person might forget what you said—wash won't. wash will remember.

wash skillfully sweet talks his way straight into your heart with his sociable nature and genuine care and earnesty, and it's only when he's got a pistol pressed against your head or your face smashed into a mirror that you realize just how much you fucked up. you shouldn't have underestimated him and what he's capable of, you shouldn't have written him off.

in that moment you realize never understood wash—in fact you never knew anything about him at all, all you know is what he let you see. how much of what you know is real? how much of it is fake?

you don't know, you can't answer. but wash? he can answer those questions when it comes to you, because he was always there in the background, silently watching and listening, expertly redirecting and deflecting focus away from himself by acting like a harmless goofy dork or well meaning but gullible dumb ass.

[vonlipvig]

to whoever's been reblogging my old red vs blue survivor simulation posts, my god you've really sent me on a journey down memory lane, this is probably my favorite contribution i've done to the fandom lmao

[immortal-dreamer]

I should redraw the meme of the two guys shaking hands while one is excessively confused but with Director Church shaking Ari’s hand

[multiversal-fusion-reborn]

Q-short: Land

Jackrow, who had stolen a Null Order Starship with his group: There they are! Land right next to them.

Serial designation N, as the pilot: Right. Land...

Luz, now concerned: You do know how to land this plane, right?

Serial designation N: Uh, yeah! That just means stop flying, right?

Jackrow, to everyone else on-board: Brace for impact!

[rubykgrant]

“Paint It, Black” by the Rolling Stones

“Smooth” by Santana

“Wild Thing” by the Troggs

“Bad Reputation” by Halfcocked

“Hit Me With Your Best Shot” by Pat Benatar

“You Give Love a Bad Name” by Bon Jovi

“Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting” by Elton John

“Get Off of My Back” by Bryan Adams

“Respect” by Aretha Franklin

“Go Your Own Way” by Fleetwood Mac

“Tank!” by the Seatbelts

“Money” by Pink Floyd

“Blackbird” by Evan Rachel Wood (Across the Universe)

“10,000 Miles” by Mary Chapin Carpenter

“American Pie” by Don McLean

“Take the Money and Run” by the Steve Miller Band

“Black Horse and the Cherry Tree” by KT Tunstall

“Goodbye Earl” by the Chicks

“Survivor” by Destiny’s Child

“Fight the Power” by Public Enemy

(decided to give myself something to work on and agonize over; make lists of 20 songs I think would be favorites for different RVB characters. not a "playlist" or anything, or specifically their top favorites, but an bunch of songs that show little examples of what they'd like. there are MANY more songs that would be favorites for all these characters, I just went with 20 for each that are songs I personally know, and think they'd vibe with. Tex is all about hard rock and songs she could listen to while driving late at night or while getting into a bar brawl. She's also into different kinds of country/folk, and has a fondness for songs that have a hint of jazz/blues... she doesn't like to admit it, but she's got a soft side, and it shows through with songs that have a sweet or sad tone)

[agentoli]

Fork found in kitchen, ive made another rvb oc.

His name is Damien Brookes (aka 'Stripes'), and they're a pilot for the UNSC who was in charge of transporting the Reds and Blues from time to time and delivering supplies.

They are always wearing a pair of red tinted aviators and keeps his hair smoothed back. He was the poor soul who delivered Donut, Doc, and Lopez to Chorus, only to find they couldn't leave.

I'm not 100% on the backstory yet, but I'm playing around with his home being destroyed by either the Covenant or the Flood. (Im leaning towards the Flood and making him a lone survivor of a dead planet because that's kind of rad)

They've been in the UNSC for a while, maybe seven years? He was actually a foot soldier before transferring to pilot, but his claim to (very minor) fame is his skill with dogfighting and evasive flight.

They're a big nerd in the sense they love messing with communication devices. They like snooping in on random channels and repairing radios.

[toysoldiers-rwby]

im eyeing all the “but what about all the employees who lost their job” people

ya what are YOU doing about it?

how about you STOP BEING PERFORMATIVE and go support them on their personal stuff.

And I’m speaking from someone from Hawaii. A minority from a place illegally occupied. A place where we have to slut out our culture to appease and appeal to the majority (yay Tourism). If Hawaii were to get real and actually show how TIRED we’re all of you haoles taking advantage of us we’d rot. What do yall think is happening with the survivors oh Lahania’s Wild Fire. Yall performative asses ditched them immediately.

But back to “sad that the abused workers at Roosterteeth are unemployed and free from abuse”

Seriously DO SOMETHING to help them if your so sad. it cost $0 to watch them on twitch. or comment on their post saying “I like [RVB, Deathbattle. etc] I’d watch more if you and a few others made it again” AND ACTUALLY DO IT. because empty promises is part of yknow being preformative

and part of not being performative is doing your own homework

But i doubt yall will because RT was the company that built itself on being performative. And yall are fans of that.

FNDM wants more RWBY from the people who tries to work their animators through the Texas freeze. 🥶 🥶

[elrichamilton]

"There are so many stories where some brave hero decides to give their life to save the day, and because of their sacrifice, the good guys win, the survivors all cheer, and everybody lives happily ever after. But the hero never gets to see that ending. Ain't that a bitch?" (Church, RvB)

[hawthornsword]

If any of you still follow me for RvB instead of Star Wars, I took my RvB fic off of fanfiction net a few years ago, but I have finally begun reposting it on Ao3.

Survivors is back up.

It isn't well written, but it's fun and was the first thing I ever finished and posted. It got me over that hump of actually Doing the Thing for the first time, so I still love it for that reason. And I got lots of lovely comments on it that I'm still incredibly grateful for.

So I'm reposting it on Ao3 for the nostalgia. It is an archive, after all.

I mean if not today of all days, when?

[nightmare-foundation]

no. introjecting is not the same as a script, sorry to break it to you. I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt that you didn't know but no ig not, you just like misinformation ig. I hope you do turn your asks off honestly. less chances to spread misinformation. which this is and every actual programmed system is offended. you don't get have a pass to spread misinformation just bc you feel like it, went through some shit, and can't comprehend that you're not the center of the universe and words have meanings.

Woah you sent like, several asks about the exact same subject. Idk if you meant to do that, but I'll be deleting them.

Anyways I know that a) I'm not the center of the universe and that words have meaning. I do not WANT attention (though you really seem to, not sure why I'm bothering), and I'm also aware that introjecting ≠ scripts. If I thought that, I'd be claiming we have a rwby and rvb script!

And b) don't you DARE suggest that I'm faking. You don't know the HELL we've gone through! We've been trafficked, tortured with electroshocks, consistently SA'd, and that's the only shit I KNOW. I know what the fuck I've been through. The other shit was entertaining, but saying I'm faking is TOO fucking far. You're the reason why survivors don't want to speak out. Someone's system ends up SLIGHTLY different and you assume they MUST be faking! If you REALLY wanna know- we've had to keep ourselves from committing suicide and self harming uncontrollably despite being not being suicidal. We've felt like our only worth was to please older men as a CHILD. We've been rendered confused and helpless because of programs! Several times! And you don't deserve this information, but I'm giving it because YOU DON'T FUCKING KNOW ME. We have triggers that render us completely fucked up for DAYS and the inability to work together or even fucking COMMUNICATE because of what was done to us.

YOU. DON'T KNOW. ME.

And quit hiding behind anon, you dumb ass coward. I'd respect you a little more if you actually showed who you are.

[toygoldenfreddygal]

I've got a couple I've heard.

"A man who sleeps with a machete is a fool every night but one." don't remember source

"But I've got good news! There's no need to wonder your god is,cause he's right here..... and he's fresh out of mercy!" SAO Abridged

"You wanna know something? I really hate people. They are selfish,ignorant,loud,obnoxious, pricks with basically NO redeeming qualities whatsoever. Look at all they've achieved! Genocide,global warming, reality tv, it's just a never-ending parade of failures and mistakes! They are without question, a complete write-off of a species! AND HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME CARE ABOUT THEM!" Also from SAO Abridged

"No the school won't give you a trophy for being the sanest member even if it's true." AO3

"There's so many stories where some brave hero decides to give their life to save the day.And because of their sacrifice, the good guys win, the survivors all cheer, and everyone gets to life happily ever after. But the hero..never gets to see that ending. They'll never know if their sacrifice actually made a difference. They'll never know if the day was really saved. In the end they just have to have faith.... Ain't that a bitch." RvB

I'll probly add more when I think of them.

lifehack: when you see a Take One candy bowl in a restaurant, wait until noones looking and shovel candy into your pockets. god may judge you but his sins outnumber your own

[multiversal-fusion-reborn]

Q-short: Bullet

Dr. Belladonna, who was checking in on an injured patient: Well, it looks like the bullet missed your kidney.

Ross, lying in a medical bed: That's good.

Dr. Belladonna: No, Ross, you have a bullet in your abdomen. That's the opposite of good.

[rubykgrant]

(I'm still try to gather my thoughts and write everything together in a way that works, but I'm hoping to continue my RVB Interviews again soon! For now, I'm sharing the beginning of Sarge's segment again; after all, it's called RED vs Blue, we gotta start with RED, and that means the REDDEST RED TO EVER RED~)

He was already in his chair, more than eager to share his thoughts and what was certain to be a “colorful history” regarding himself.

Andrews rolled her eyes, but also smiled; considering Sarge’s reputation, it would be more concerning if he was acting “timid”.

“I see you’ve decided not to wait,” she commented, taking her own seat.

“A-course! Save the BEST for FIRST!” he answered proudly. “Besides, listening to everybody else babble for too long might put ‘ya to sleep, and we can’t have that. They’re so easily distracted. Going off on tangents of unrelated topics and what-not,”

“Well, I’m not sure where you want to start-”

“I WAS BORN 29 YEARS AGO! I’VE BEEN THE PROUD LEADER OF RED TEAM FOR 20 YEARS! I CAME INTO THIS WORLD WEARING RED ARMOR, AND I’LL GO OUT OF THIS WORLD WEARING RED ARMOR!”

“Now, now…” Andrews said, her voice both amused and patient. “I won’t be exposing any secrets you want to keep, you’ll have the final word on what information I share publicly, but between the two of us? Let’s try to keep things simple, and honest. After all, we ARE on a first-name basis!”

The old soldier was quiet for a moment. A short moment, but for Sarge, being silent was about as rare as hen’s teeth.

“Fair enough, Dylan…” he answered at last. “But the name is one of the things we keep quiet about, understand?”

“Absolutely… can I ask one question, though? Just for my own curiosity,” her curiosity often got the best of her, and certainly created problems occasionally… but that was why she was a reporter. Curiosity might have killed the cat, but satisfaction is what kept bringing her back.

“Hmph. Fine. Shoot,”

“I’ve never heard a name like yours before. Just what was the inspiration when it was chosen for you?”

Another quiet moment. Andrews was beginning to think he was simply going to ignore the question, and if that was the case, she would move on rather than press the subject. However-

“When I was born, which was MORE than 29 years ago, I ADMIT IT… m’family didn’t name me right away. Not too many infants survived their first few weeks at the time… it was a different world back then, see- you’re too young, you never lived in a war-zone, but that’s what it was like. So, they waited to see if… well, you know how you’re not supposed to name anything, or else you’ll get attached? ���Folks were worried about getting attached to ME, because maybe I wasn’t even gonna live too long… but a few weeks went by, then a couple months, and I was still breathin’!” he chuckled a bit to himself before continuing.

“I guess I was the only baby that made it, and the group of survivors my family stayed with- they all supported each other. A whole bunch of people took turns watching over this little bundle of joy! Everybody had a different name they liked to call me, and when it was time to give me a REAL name… it all got combined together. One big name, from more than a dozen different people, who all came from different places, and spoke different languages… I was the only baby any of them had, so I suppose they gave me all the names of… their own kids who couldn’t be with them…”

“That’s… oh, Sarge, I don’t know what to say, that’s INCREDIBLE. It might be the sweetest thing’ I’ve ever heard-” it was true, Andrews didn’t know what it was like to be born directly into a war-zone; and at the time the man sitting in front of her was a child, the Earth had been under attack by enemies from outer space… not to mention all the never-ending fights between humans who decided they hated other humans enough to kill each other. No, she hadn’t lived through that, but she had seen documents and footage.

Many towns and cities were destroyed, and groups of people would try to band together; they formed new little communities, some traveling like nomads, others attempting to stay in one place, but all generally learning to rely on one another for safety and survival. Generations of children were lost during this time… from injury, illness, or lack of food. To think that she was now speaking to somebody who had grown up in that world, protected and nurtured by an extended-family of people who had been brought together by necessity, but stayed together by choice. That choice had, in fact, been to make sure a child could LIVE.

“I know, I know! Tragic and heart-warming… it’s practically Oscar-bait! But remember what we agreed on, not a word to anybody else! Bad enough that whipper-snapper apple-Jax knows…” he grumbled.

“Yes, I understand…” she couldn’t help but get a little choked-up, though.

“And, for the record- I mean, this is OFF the record, make sure to keep it that way! But just so YOU know, I’m not a bit embarrassed about my name! That’s not why I don’t wanna share it… it’s just…” Sarge seemed to struggle to find the words. “The people who named me are gone. All of them. And this wasn’t just my name, it was the name I shared with the all the children they lost… someday, I’m probably going to die on a battlefield, being taken out by an enemy, and God-willing, I’ll be wearing my RED ARMOR, going out with my boots on- but when that happens, whoever kills me… I don’t wanna hear them saying that name. It was good name that good people gave me, so…”

“So, you don’t want somebody who hates you to use the name that was made by people who loved you,” Andrews finished.

“Hurrrgh- if you WANT to read into it like that and add lots of mushy, emotional subtext, sure!” Sarge made several grunts and groans, crossing his arms over his chest and turning his helmet away to avoid looking at her.

“You are a surprisingly deep and sensitive individual, Sarge…” Andrews marveled.

“NO I AIN’T! YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW! I AM A ONE-DIMENSIONAL CHARACTER, A FLAT STEREO-TYPE OF ALL GRUFF MILITARY MEN, AND DON’T YOU FORGET IT!” The man now stood up, striking a heroic pose, raising one knee to place a foot upon his now empty chair, both hands clenched into fists and resting against his hips, the visor of his helmet pointed upward.

“I’VE NEVER HAD AN OUNCE OF PERSONAL GROWTH, AND I NEVER WILL! OTHER SOLDIERS WEAR THEIR ARMOR, BUT I AM THE ARMOR! I AM THE BACK-BONE OF RED TEAM! AND THE BRAINS! AND THE FISTS! ALSO, THE WEAPONS IN THE FISTS! IF YOU SAY MY NAME THREE TIMES AFTER SUMMONING BLOODY MARY, I SHOW UP AND SCARE HER OFF! FREDDY KRUEGER HAS NIGHTMARES ABOUT ME! I AM-”

“You are the Reddest Red to ever Red, yes, I know. I’ll be sure to keep that for the interview. That way, everybody will know the REAL you!” Andrews promised. Sarge gave a single nod of his approval, and quickly sat back down, as if nothing had happened.. “But, just in case…”

Sarge made a cartoonishly over-the-top growling noise at this. Andrews ignored that, and pushed on.

“If there is possibly some hidden layers, maybe some insight or… the method to your madness? I do still have a few more questions. As I said before, you’re free to skip anything you don’t want to answer. What do you say, Sarge?”

“Alright. Fine. Hurry up ‘n ask, before I change my mind!” that was settled, it seemed.

[clocks-are-round]

my season 1 approximate age headcanons:

(note: it has been a couple years since i brushed up on rvb trivia. these ages also assume that training takes approximately a year and whether or not the characters had experiences in the unsc prior to blood gulch. i also touch on— mostly vaguely— some uncomfortable character details that were mentioned in the show. a lot of the things here are purely headcanon though. also using this as an excuse to talk about how im choosing to interpret THAT tucker line from the season 14 backstory episode. these headcanons assume 1-17 as canon and may be subject to change depending on whether i like the final season enough to let go of 15-17)

caboose: 19, enlisted after high school, thought it was a college signup. was briefly stationed on a space station iirc but that was very short-lived.

tucker: 20, enlisted a year after high school trying to cope with his mothers death with delusions of playboyness and trying to run away from an incident that tarnished his reputation back home. (frankly i try to keep as much as i can of the rvb one-off “jokes” that can be taken as character backstory, even if uncomfortable. this is a personal choice and i understand why many people leave these out completely. this approach becomes relevant again when talking about kai later in this post, and yes simmons ate a dog once and sarge had a traumatic incident with a man who claimed he was his uncle. i just prefer to view them as serious events because those “jokes” were not funny to me. whether i bring these up in fics is up in the air. just because it’s fucked up doesn't mean im going to avoid it) the “joke” about tucker “she didn’t tell me she was underage and the charges were dropped” (paraphrase); rather than ignore it i just try to approach it with the best faith that i can. tucker genuinely didn’t realize. he just turned 19, she was 16 but said she was 18, they never did more than kiss once but her parents found out before he did and tried to press charges— how he found out— and although things ended relatively well all things considered it scared the hell out of him and pushed him to leave as far as he could… though he did so in a stupid way (“dr. cloitus”) to continue avoiding confronting his more serious and intense emotions. i imagine he was still pretty dissociated back then and while there is no excuse for intentionally being a creep, life is hard enough at that age and trauma makes it even harder to be “normal” about shit. tucker is probably the character i write most deviated from canon. a person once (though probably didn’t realize i could see it) said a fic of mine was a terrible ooc interpretation of tucker that they hated reading. to be fair, he was my least favorite of the main cast (HATED him the first time i watched the show, but he grew on me eventually like they all do) and i understood him the least which probably led to my headcanons not lining up perfectly with who he is in canon. i like to think i did better in some of my later fics but ultimately not everyone is gonna like everything i make. im not an official rvb writer, i just had ideas and thought other people might enjoy what i came up with too.

grif: 23, enlisted after dropping out of harvard for more structure/change of scenery. was stationed that place he was the sole survivor due to falling asleep during an attack

simmons: 21, enlisted after high school because his queerphobic dad said in an argument that if he went to war he’d accept him as a “real man” and his son. was stationed that place he had to eat the dog to survive

donut: 19, not actually sure what his reason for enlisting is. hmm will have to consider

sarge: late 40s, has insisted he’s 29 since he turned 29. enlisted in his late 20s due to intense boredom from his office job. was odst pre blood gulch

doc: 24-25ish when introduced in *squints* season 3??? (i’m sorry i’m rusty), enlisted after flunking medical school a couple times

kai: i haven’t thought super hard about this yet since my fics so far focused mostly on caboose, simmons, and tucker. though she wasn’t present in season 1, I imagine she enlisted as soon as she was old enough in order to go ask her brother to his face what the hell was wrong with him (for dipping so suddenly). her intentions changed before she reached him. probably about in season 5, she just has a bit of a baby face (thinking about two of my friends who as young adults were mistaken for young teenagers on separate occasions) and tries to use makeup to avoid that (based on a drawing someone made of kai doing makeup for wash(?) and saying she used it to make herself look older). the multiple pregnancies that grif knew about makes it tricky. as i said earlier i try not to shy away from things in canon just because theyre… not ideal. there was at least one pregnant student when i was in high school. teen pregnancies happen. but she also said at one point that she didn’t have sex in high school because she didn’t feel comfortable with herself iirc, so it’s more likely that it started after graduating. which puts a wrench in the ‘as soon as she was old enough’ idea. because that means she was at least 18 when grif enlisted. in short, YEAH WTF I NEED TO THINK ABOUT THIS MORE TO BE ABLE TO FIND A WAY FOR THESE SEEMINGLY CONTRADICTORY LORE BITS TO WORK TOGETHER. loose estimate of season 5 age: 21-22?? depending on whether season 1 to season 5 was 1 or 2 years (idr the actual time estimation). as far as the intent of the creators? probably 18-19 due to the teenager comment. …wait didn’t she say she enlisted to run away from having burnt the house down? so that probably contributed to her reason. damn i started this thinking i’d have a concrete kai analysis/age theory FUCK lol

this is a mess but. here

how fucking old is Kai supposed to be in season 5? She jokes about not being old enough to join the army and Grif believes it well enough. Lopez calls her a teenager. there's a deleted scene of her talking about algebra homework. She's had several abortions goes to raves and does drugs. What the fuck