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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”

“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Climb aboard, then!” But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown. “Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.”

“I can’t help it,” said the scorpion. “It’s my nature.”

___

…But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the frog felt a subtle motion on its back, and in a panic dived deep beneath the rushing waters, leaving the scorpion to drown.

“It was going to sting me anyway,” muttered the frog, emerging on the other side of the river. “It was inevitable. You all knew it. Everyone knows what those scorpions are like. It was self-defense.”

___

…But no sooner had they cast off from the bank, the frog felt the tip of a stinger pressed lightly against the back of its neck. “What do you think you’re doing?” said the frog.

“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”

They swam in silence to the other end of the river, where the scorpion climbed off, leaving the frog fuming.

“After the kindness I showed you!” said the frog. “And you threatened to kill me in return?”

“Kindness?” said the scorpion. “To only invite me on your back after you knew I was defenseless, unable to use my tail without killing myself? My dear frog, I only treated you as I was treated. Your kindness was as poisoned as a scorpion’s sting.”

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…“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”

“You have a point,” the frog acknowledged. “But once we get to dry land, couldn’t you sting me then without repercussion?”

“All I want is to cross the river safely,” said the scorpion. “Once I’m on the other side I would gladly let you be.”

“But I would have to trust you on that,” said the frog. “While you’re pressing a stinger to my neck. By ferrying you to land I’d be be giving up the one deterrent I hold over you.”

“But by the same logic, I can’t possibly withdraw my stinger while we’re still over water,” the scorpion protested.

The frog paused in the middle of the river, treading water. “So, I suppose we’re at an impasse.”

The river rushed around them. The scorpion’s stinger twitched against the frog’s unbroken skin. “I suppose so,” the scorpion said.

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Absolutely not!” said the frog, and dived beneath the waters, and so none of them learned anything.

___

A scorpion, being unable to swim, asked a turtle (as in the original Persian version of the fable) to carry it across the river. The turtle readily agreed, and allowed the scorpion aboard its shell. Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell. The turtle, swimming placidly, failed to notice.

They reached the other side of the river, and parted ways as friends.

___

…Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell.

The turtle, hearing the tap of the scorpion’s sting, was offended at the scorpion’s ungratefulness. Thankfully, having been granted the powers to both defend itself and to punish evil, the turtle sank beneath the waters and drowned the scorpion out of principle.

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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” sneered the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back.”

The scorpion pleaded earnestly. “Do you think so little of me? Please, I must cross the river. What would I gain from stinging you? I would only end up drowning myself!”

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Even a scorpion knows to look out for its own skin. Climb aboard, then!”

But as they forged through the rushing waters, the scorpion grew worried. This frog thinks me a ruthless killer, it thought. Would it not be justified in throwing me off now and ridding the world of me? Why else would it agree to this? Every jostle made the scorpion more and more anxious, until the frog surged forward with a particularly large splash, and in panic the scorpion lashed out with its stinger.

“I knew it,” snarled the frog, as they both thrashed and drowned. “A scorpion cannot change its nature.”

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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. The frog agreed, but no sooner than they were halfway across the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown.

“I’ve only myself to blame,” sighed the frog, as they both sank beneath the waters. “You, you’re a scorpion, I couldn’t have expected anything better. But I knew better, and yet I went against my judgement! And now I’ve doomed us both!”

“You couldn’t help it,” said the scorpion mildly. “It’s your nature.”

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…“Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.”

“Alas, I was of two natures,” said the scorpion. “One said to gratefully ride your back across the river, and the other said to sting you where you stood. And so both fought, and neither won.” It smiled wistfully. “Ah, it would be nice to be just one thing, wouldn’t it? Unadulterated in nature. Without the capacity for conflict or regret.”

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“By the way,” said the frog, as they swam, “I’ve been meaning to ask: What’s on the other side of the river?”

“It’s the journey,” said the scorpion. “Not the destination.”

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…“What’s on the other side of anything?” said the scorpion. “A new beginning.”

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…”Another scorpion to mate with,” said the scorpion. “And more prey to kill, and more living bodies to poison, and a forthcoming lineage of cruelties that you will be culpable in.”

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…”Nothing we will live to see, I fear,” said the scorpion. “Already the currents are growing stronger, and the river seems like it shall swallow us both. We surge forward, and the shoreline recedes. But does that mean our striving was in vain?”

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“I love you,” said the scorpion.

The frog glanced upward. “Do you?”

“Absolutely. Can you imagine the fear of drowning? Of course not. You’re a frog. Might as well be scared of breathing air. And yet here I am, clinging to your back, as the waters rage around us. Isn’t that love? Isn’t that trust? Isn’t that necessity? I could not kill you without killing myself. Are we not inseparable in this?”

The frog swam on, the both of them silent.

___

“I’m so tired,” murmured the frog eventually. “How much further to the other side? I don’t know how long we’ve been swimming. I’ve been treading water. And it’s getting so very dark.”

“Shh,” the scorpion said. “Don’t be afraid.”

The frog’s legs kicked out weakly. “How long has it been? We’re lost. We’re lost! We’re doomed to be cast about the waters forever. There is no land. There’s nothing on the other side, don’t you see!”

“Shh, shh,” said the scorpion. “My venom is a hallucinogenic. Beneath its surface, the river is endlessly deep, its currents carrying many things.”

“You - You’ve killed us both,” said the frog, and began to laugh deliriously. “Is this - is this what it’s like to drown?”

“We’ve killed each other,” said the scorpion soothingly. “My venom in my glands now pulsing through your veins, the waters of your birthing pool suffusing my lungs. We are engulfing each other now, drowning in each other. I am breathless. Do you feel it? Do you feel my sting pierced through your heart?”

“What a foolish thing to do,” murmured the frog. “No logic. No logic to it at all.”

“We couldn’t help it,” whispered the scorpion. “It’s our natures. Why else does anything in the world happen? Because we were made for this from birth, darling, every moment inexplicable and inevitable. What a crazy thing it is to fall in love, and yet - It’s all our fault! We are both blameless. We’re together now, darling. It couldn’t have happened any other way.”

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“It’s funny,” said the frog. “I can’t say that I trust you, really. Or that I even think very much of you and that nasty little stinger of yours to begin with. But I’m doing this for you regardless. It’s strange, isn’t it? It’s strange. Why would I do this? I want to help you, want to go out of my way to help you. I let you climb right onto my back! Now, whyever would I go and do a foolish thing like that?”

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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”

“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Come aboard, then!” But no sooner had the scorpion mounted the frog’s back than it began to sting, repeatedly, while still safely on the river’s bank.

The frog groaned, thrashing weakly as the venom coursed through its veins, beginning to liquefy its flesh. “Ah,” it muttered. “For some reason I never considered this possibility.”

“Because you were never scared of me,” the scorpion whispered in its ear. “You were never scared of dying. In a past life you wore a shell and sat in judgement. And then you were reborn: soft-skinned, swift, unburdened, as new and vulnerable as a child, moving anew through a world of children. How could anyone ever be cruel, you thought, seeing the precariousness of it all?” The scorpion bowed its head and drank. “How could anyone kill you without killing themselves?”

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afoxwithafeatherandink · 4 years ago

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Variations on Common Superpowers:

Body Duplication - you can create hundreds of duplicates of yourself; the duplicates are all dead. Useful for creating human shields, barricades, ramps, projectiles if you have a sufficient height advantage, and of course faking your own death.

Density/Size Alteration - very straightforward: you conserve mass, so the larger you become the less dense you are, and vice-versa. The latter is well-established, allowing for the concentration of an entire human body’s weight across a tiny surface area; less common is the ability to inflate yourself like a parade balloon to bob lightly through the air.

Energy Constructs - you can create elaborate constructs of high-frequency electromagnetic energy. These constructs are invisible to the naked eye and pass through most matter, and so their presence is often not immediately apparent. When interacting with human beings they can cause blistering, nausea, hair loss, and the increased risk of cancer.

Enhanced Senses (Internal) - you have superhuman senses of balance, interoception, and proprioception. This gives you an acute awareness of the internal workings of your own body and its movements and position in space, and are thus you are impossible to disorient and incredibly difficult to knock over. You can also instinctively monitor your own blood chemistry and vital signs.

Group Mind Control - you can read the intentions and control the actions of crowds. You cannot reliably get any of the individuals involved to do anything, but you can flawlessly evacuate panicked stampedes or break up traffic jams or direct an angry mob wherever you want.

Hovering - flight, but significantly lower. You generate a cushion of air that lets you propel yourself forward at hundreds of miles per hour, inches off the ground. You can technically hover in any position, but to minimize air resistance and maximize stability and control, it’s advised to stretch yourself out horizontally.

Hypervulnerability - your body is of a jelly-like consistency that allows bullets to pass straight through you with minimal damage. You yield immediately to punches and blows and really any sort of force, wibbling and wobbling harmlessly out of the way.

Laser Speech - you can speak in frequencies of coherent amplified light - basically you shoot lasers from your mouth.

Mass Absorption - you can, through prolonged contact, absorb the mass of another living being and add it to your own. They grow smaller, you grow bigger; if you hold on for long enough you can leech off enough mass to kill them. If their physical form has any unique properties, such as being made of rock or organic steel, you absorb those properties as well.

Meta-Telepathy - you have the psychic ability to influence people into thinking you have more useful psychic abilities. People you interact with become more susceptible to cold reading and confirmation bias, and will unconsciously give off cues indicating what they are thinking.

Partial Invisibility & Partial Intangibility - you are translucent, and can pass through your own body. You are perfectly solid to everything else. Probably has useful medical applications, if you can look inside yourself and reach in to prod at your own organs. Also, there’s hypothetically some new martial art to be developed from being able to, like, punch through your own head.

Perikinesis - you can psychically manipulate objects within a centimeter around you. If your psychic power was stronger it could simulate super-strength, possibly; as it is you can grasp objects with any part of your body and carry them across your skin.

Shapeshifting - you can spontaneously rearrange your body parts into different anatomical configurations. Acid reflux squirting stomach acid out of your fingertips? Sure. Soft tissue suddenly backed by bone? No problem. All your limbs stacked end to end to create one really long arm with an eyeball at the end of it? Hell yeah.

Shapeshifting (Brain) - you can shapeshift the structure of your own brain at will, to create more folds or to enlarge or shrink certain parts. You can also extend thin tendrils from your nostrils to manipulate objects, at the expense of grey matter.

Super-Slowness - the slower you are, the stronger you are. When throwing a punch you’re somewhat weaker than the average person; if you hold onto something and stand still, your grip is near-unbreakable. By moving very, very slowly you could lift a building, in due time.

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afoxwithafeatherandink · 4 years ago

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We were about twenty minutes in when we realized Brody’s fingers weren’t wrinkling. We’d only just come up with the idea for the competition, all of us splashing around in the pool and clowning on each other, and Kai was going, “You guys ready to have your whole bodies turn into prunes? All baggy and swole up with water? Because I’m sticking it out to the end. You guys don’t want to end up with your waterlogged skin peeling off, you better call it right now!” That got us comparing each other’s fingertips, trying to figure out who’d end up the most pruney, and Brody’s were perfectly smooth and taut, not a wrinkle in sight.

“You been keeping your hands out of the water?” Derek said, squinting at him.

“I’ve been in the pool just the same as you,” said Brody with a shrug. He splashed his hands. “Maybe you guys just don’t have what it takes.”

“What the hell,” said Derek. “Let’s see your feet.”

Now all of us, our toes were pretty wrinkly already, but Brody, again, had perfectly smooth skin, not a single wrinkle or crease. “What the hell?” said Derek.

“Is there something wrong with your skin?” said Tyler. We were all sort of gathered around him now, with Brody leaning against the edge of the pool and floating, bobbing one foot out of the water. “Is this, like, a medical condition?”

Brody shrugged again and looked real smug.

“Are you not affected by water?” said Kai.

“Hey,” said Brody, “you guys don’t think you can beat me, feel free to call it quits right now. Me, I’m real comfortable.” He spread his elbows out on the gutter like he was reclining on a throne. “I could spend the whole summer in this damn pool.”

“C’mon in the deep end, if you’re so comfortable then!” said Kai.

Brody laughed and pushed off from the wall, disappearing under the surface of the water, a dark shape propelling itself across the pool until he surfaced again at the far end. We all stared.

“What the hell?” said Derek. “How is your hair not wet?”

—

The contest was temporarily put aside, as everyone applied themselves to the issue of how Brody’s body was completely unaffected by the water. The rest of us splashed around, got chlorine in our eyes, snorted water out of our noses, watched the skin on our fingers etch themselves into little labyrinths of grooves, and through it all Brody might as well have been on dry land for all it showed on him. It was as if his skin had been sealed off, rubberized, like there was an invisible force field keeping the water from touching him. Brody himself seemed similarly insulated to the bizarreness of what the hell was going on with his body. “I’m feeling great,” was all he would say. “I could spend the whole summer right here.”

I was the first to call it quits after a few hours. “Brody’s going to win,” I said, climbing out of the pool dripping. “How’s this even a contest? He’s got some weird physiology that makes him immune to water!”

“Boooo,” said Tyler. “Don’t even want to try for second place!”

“I’ve swam enough!” I said. “I’m going inside!”

“Yeah, that’s right,” said Brody. “Acknowledge the champion. All of you ought to give up right now.”

We had a pizza by the poolside as well as a bunch of drinks, but as the hours went by I ordered another, got more drinks out of the refrigerator. Tyler gave up. I went diving a few more times, but then the sun started going down and it started getting cooler. Derek got out, shivering. Kai and Brody had set themselves at opposite ends of the pool, staring each other down.

Tyler broke out the DVDs. Derek went out to yell at them. “It’s been ten hours!” he said. “You fuckers have been emptying soda cans and haven’t left the pool once! That’s piss soup in there! You’re both stewing in piss soup!”

Kai looked absolutely miserable. His fingertips were white and wrinkled and had turned translucent. He was hunched around himself like a wadded-up rag. The moon was out, reflected in milky ripples across the pool. Brody meanwhile looked untouched, like a plastic bottle bobbing in the ocean, stoppered up and completely airtight. “You could quit at any time, Kai,” he said, grinning. “This is my element.”

“F-fuck you,” Kai said. “You gotta crack, sooner or later. I don’t care what sort of genetic mutant you are, you can’t keep sitting in a pool for hours and nothing happens to your body. You gotta reach your limit! You gotta - hit saturation or something, man, I don’t know! Fuck!”

“Suit yourself,” said Brody. He lazily kicked out his legs. “Man, this pool’s real nice. Figure I could just about live here.”

“It’s piss soup!” Derek said.

It took two hours more, but Kai finally gave up. He came out shivering from the black surface of the pool, and we had to wrap him up in towels and rub him down because he looked like he was at risk for hypothermia. Brody did a few more laps, floating unconcernedly, and we had to yell at him before he finally pulled himself out. He sat on the edge, one foot still dangling in the water, and rubbed at the sole of his foot.

“Hey, whaddya know,” Brody said, looking down. “Finally got a wrinkle. What are we on, hour twelve? Well, took long enough, I guess.”

We all looked, even Kai, who was still waterlogged as a drowned cat. There was in fact a wrinkle on Brody’s perfectly smooth skin - but just a single one, incongruous against his rubberized sole. Squinting at it, I thought it looked like a defect, a flaw in the material. It was like seeing a wrinkle on the taut skin of an inflated balloon.

“Never got one of these before,” Brody said casually, pinching the crease of skin between his fingers. I got a sick feeling in my stomach, seeing it, someone pinching the skin of a balloon. “Maybe you shouldn’t -” I started to say.

And then the piece of skin came off in Brody’s fingers, and all the water started gushing out.

We were all awestruck for a moment, just watching it. It was a perfect arc of water, crystal in the moonlight, so smooth that it seemed like a curve of glass stretching from his foot into the pool, like a sculpture, or a fountain, a perfect pressurized flow. We might have all just watched that for a good ten seconds, twenty seconds, half a minute, just staring in wonder at the sight of it, and then I looked up at the rest of Brody and saw his eyes rolling back in his head, his head and shoulders deflating, sagging, right about to collapse.

“Oh shit, put some pressure on it!” Tyler called out, and we all sort of grabbed at him at the same time and went unbalanced, and Brody toppled right back into the pool, Tyler and Derek diving in, fully clothed, after him.

Between the four of us we must’ve seen that event from every possible angle, and yet none of us could tell what had happened next. We all saw bubbles, the splash, the force of impact, and to my mind it was like watching a balloon popping, the pressure equalizing, Brody disappearing beneath the surface of the water and gone. Tyler and Derek came up gasping, and already there was this murky fog spreading through the water, all skin cells and hair and whatnot, I figured, Brody’s remains. Derek scrambled out of the water, spluttering, rubbing at his skin and pulling off his shirt and immediately ran to hose himself down. Tyler dived back down, looking for Brody, and then came back up again with the growing bewilderment of someone who’d set something down for just a moment and couldn’t tell where he’d left it. Kai was standing by the pool’s edge, probably in shock, and I’d fallen backwards on my ass and was just watching the whole thing like an idiot, while Tyler dived under again and again, feeling around the edges of the pool, possibly trying to find Brody by process of elimination.

Finally we managed to get him to come out, and we all just stood there poolside, staring down at the cloudy water. Brody was gone, not a trace left of him but his trunks.

“Fuck,” I said.

“Yeah,” said Kai. “Fuck.“

“Oh god,” said Tyler. “Oh god oh god he just disappeared, he was there and then -”

The murky pool water burbled, bubbled, spoke with Brody’s voice, if he had been speaking to us from the bottom of a drain.

“Told you guys I could spend the whole summer right here,” it said.

—

So, swimming was out for the rest of the summer. Brody occupied the pool, and the rest of us would come by to skim out the leaves and whatnot, toss some pizza slices or nachos in there occasionally, or empty in a few cans of coke. The water level slowly sunk as the summer rolled along, the pool water growing cloudier and more congealed, until it started to look like Jell-O setting in a mold. The pool drained itself, its contents becoming more and more concentrated, until one day we came by and found Brody at the bottom of the pool, stark naked, his skin still wobbly and not quite fully set, waving up at us.

“Lost my trunks!” he said. “How ‘bout you help a guy out!”

So that was how we spent our summer, and we all agreed that we had definitely not gotten the full benefit of the pool, although Brody maintained he could not reasonably be blamed. That didn’t stop him from lording his victory over the rest of us, proclaiming himself the undisputed Champion of the Pool, a record that would never be broken. Brody being Brody, it got to the point where he was seriously obnoxious about it, but once Derek started calling him Piss Soup that was finally enough to shut him up.

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afoxwithafeatherandink · 6 years ago

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Oof

a candles flame and a bottle of rum (a WKTC story)

i am not the best at grammer or puncation but i hope you enjoy the story none the less!

story requested by @banancrumbs

I was staring at Roman Torchwick as we both sat down in my office i had handcuffed him but of corse being the sneaky bitch he was he escaped from thoes easily he didn’t try and make a move though not yet I was tired from the day trying to catch him again I couldn’t tell you how many times I almost caught him couldn’t tell you how many times i’ve tracked him down only for him to slip away.

Roman soon managed to get his cane back and spun it around grabbing my hand and helped me up “Detective Detective… Isn’t this getting too much for the both of us? we both know we are too good for eachother! you keep catching me I keep getting away but i think we both need a break.”

I stared at torchwick confused as I soon pulled out my gun knowing his cane was also a weapon “what the hell are you talking about and sit the fuck down.”

roman soon sighed as he sat down and soon lit up a smoke for himself looking out the window “I mean we spend so much time at eachothers throats Abey! look we can still do the whole i’ll arrest you and not in your life time bit but we both need to relax! Unwind at least every once and awail” he smirked soon moving close enough to put his hand on my chin that stupid sexy son of a bitch I thought to myself.

I then sighed looking at him face to face “hmm… A break could be nice but I do need to bring you in and we both know that.”

He nodded as he flipped a coin gently and got up from his seat he soon seemed to have an idea “ah! i know what we can do Abey! Once a month assuming you haven’t caught me we go out for drinks we both know we can’t both keep this up we are both tired but if we take a day to ourselfs to hang out i think it would make both our lifes so much more easy don’t you think?”

I groaned the asshole was right a night off was something I needed i decided to give it a shot if it means I could relax and one day get this asshole behind bars i was all for it hell this could be a way to learn some stuff about him use these days to ask questions maybe get an answer or two out of him.

“Hmm alright Roman one day a month till I put you behind bars we’ll spend relaxing getting drinks but i ain’t gonna trust anything you give me i’ll buy my own drinks you hear me?!” I chuckled a bit and so did Roman.

“Same with you Abey glad theres something we can agree on after all this time!”

I hated the son of a bitch but he did know how to party we became friends over time but I still did try and take him down I did gain some intell but not enough and one day? Just a bunch of kids arrested him? It didn’t seem right… He wouldn’t willingly let that happen he was planning something but I found out it wasn’t his plan and before I could see him again it was too late he was dead only his help neo was left poor girl Roman was all she had.

Honestly I miss him some times we had this relashionship he was the criminal I was the one trying to take him down some times i’d land him in prison for even a few weeks but he’d break out again and again but hey now I had bigger fish to fry my old friend Mark… but I wasn’t gonna allow mark to treat me like roman did not any more I wouldn’t stand for it that bitch was going down and I was gonna be the one todo it.

#rwby #rwby au #rwby fandom #who killed markiplier #who killed markiplier au #markiplier fandom #who killed team cordium #who killed team cordium au #crossover au #abe the detective #abe lincoln wkm #roman torchwick #short story

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afoxwithafeatherandink · 6 years ago

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AYE

All in favor of having Ironwood adopt the Schneeblings and get married to Willow, say aye.

#rwby #james ironwood #willow schnee #weiss schnee #winter schnee #whitley schnee #schneeblings #ironwood x willow

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afoxwithafeatherandink · 6 years ago

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After 10 months and 6 days of hard work, I am very proud to present you the

Who Killed Team Cordium - House Of Memories PMV

this has been worked on since the very first month of the year and now, after a lot of hard work and stress, it is finally here, and I do hope you enjoy!

If you’re a fan of RWBY, Rooster teeth, Markiplier, and Who Killed Markiplier, then you are sure to love this! But heck even if your just a fan of one of these things or none at all, you’re still sure to enjoy the fantastic artwork.

Be sure to check out all the fantastic people who did all the artwork!

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and an extraordinary thanks to @pilot-boi for helping put the video together!

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afoxwithafeatherandink · 6 years ago

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Damn. Yancy be cool.

Yancy the prisoner (character information)

I decided to bring everyone’s favourite prisoner to my au, so I hope you all enjoy he won’t play a significant part in the story, but trust me when I say it, he will be apart of a lot of angst.

the fantastic artwork shown here was done by @pheonixanxiety

name: yancy the prisoner

age: 32

Personality: yancy is a man who enjoys the prison life he killed his parents in his younger life at first he wanted to break out, but later on he grew to love his life in prison free food he could shower as long as he wished to he even made the best friends he ever had in his life.

yancy is a guy who is loyal to his friends so much that if you gain his friendship he will die for you he’d help you do pretty much anything even if he’s not a fan of breaking out himself if you earn his respect he’ll help you do it just means he’ll get more prison time so it’s a win-win however don’t break his heart because if he sees you again he’ll kill you or have his gang do it he expects you to visit him if you get the chance or at least send him letters.

He also talks in a strange accent just because he thinks it sounds cool and makes him look tough. He’s honestly a really nice guy if you don’t get on his wrong side.

Weapon: Sparkly knustols

designed/named after one of his best friends in prison sparkles McGee their sliver glove-like weapons with massive blades that also work like pistols very similar to yang, but without any sort of explosion, however, he does use poison bullets the gun is also very sparkly

semblance: singiportation

a semblance that when yancy sings he’s able to teleport a great distance but it drains a lot of aura out of him he can manage 5 teleportations when they are short distance pre hour the higher the distance the less he can teleport

A mini-story: how does he fit into the au?

yancy and his crew jimmy the pickle shithole hank bam-bam tiny and sparkles McGee were all on the same ship roman torchwick was being transported on when neo busted him out all of them were inside their cells not knowing what was going on. Still, thanks to Romans’s random button pushing yancy got out just before the ship crashed, he stayed somewhere safe.

And once the ship crashed he was the only living person left and since he saw both roman and neo messing with the ship he blames them for the death of all his friends he tried to hunt her down for days but was unable to find her he has been hunting her down since volume 4 and volume 7 is when he’s heading to atlas getting a tip that she went there with cinder fall.

He hates being free. It’s the one thing he wanted to avoid. He loved the prison life, but he isn’t planning on going back to prison till he kills neo for killing his friend’s NO ONE MESSES WITH HIS GANG!

His new outfit is designed just like his old prison one; however, he got it armoured, and he even got a new tattoo on his back it has each of his former gang members on it their names on his back so he’ll never forget them.

thank you to @generaldelf for helping me figure out a semblance name for yancy along with the weapon name

#rwby #rwby au #rwby fandom #who killed markiplier #who killed markiplier au #markiplier fandom #who killed team cordium #who killed team cordium au #crossover au #yancy #yancy the prisoner

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afoxwithafeatherandink · 6 years ago

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P3WINFES Day 22: Surprise

> Junpei peeked into the sketchbook… Junpei: Huh? Is this…!? Aigis: …It’s a detailed portrait of Junpei-san. Yukari: The next page… and the next… Every page is dedicated to Junpei…

The scene with Chidori’s sketchbook really caught me off guard and had me crying. The first sketch is based off the one in the movie and the second is based off the one in the musical. The third sketch is based off my heart

I have clean versions without the sketches so you can focus on the exact second his heart rips in half

#P3WINFES #p3 #junpei iori #junpei p3 #blessed and saddening

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afoxwithafeatherandink · 6 years ago

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Every time, I wish to shoot Mark just a little more painfully.

An accident turned to Abuse (A WKTC story)

(Important notes about this story: this story takes place in the middle of RWBY volume 6.)

It was late Friday night at the time of 11PM Benjamin was in the hidden room cleaning up the mess-making sure the room was clean as it could be when suddenly the sounds of some medical machines went off.

Benjamin turned around seeing marks most recent project a blond-haired cat Faunus at this point she was only a quarter of a way transformed she was growling and crying she pulled out her life support her neck was spewing out blood going everywhere like crazy.

Some black and oozing liquid came out of her arms and from tubes, all the devices hooked up into the girl we’re coming out. She had ripped them out as she was crying and screaming, throwing up.

Benjamin quickly ran over and started to try and hook everything back up to the girl, slowly cleaning up the mess he spent the next 10 minutes trying to set things straight. Still, nothing seemed to be working soon enough. The girl was dead, and he gulped, looking afraid and worried. He then sighed, gently cleaning up all the mess.

He put her body into a coffin and then groaned, throwing the coffin on top of a pile of 10 other coffins “master will be so displeased I didn’t mean for this to happen it was not my fault! She did that to herself, oh… He’s been so upset lately, but I must tell him it is the only right thing to do.”

The deer faunus left the room closing the door behind himself he then bumped right into Emerald, and she looked at him confused seeing him looked panic and his clothes a bit messy

“Oh, hey, their Ben uh, you look a bit under the weather” he looked at her worried and softly gulped, looking away. “Miss Sustrai, I would advise you and Mr. Black stay in your rooms or together for the rest of the night.”

She looked at him, confused, turning her head “uh, what’s happening? and well, I just couldn’t sleep came down to get some coffee.”

Soon enough, Mark came downstairs, smirking and holding his arms out “Ah Emerald, Emerald good to see you out of your room for once now Ben my loyal best and only servent you told me you had something to report?”

Benjamin was sweating as he looked at Emerald, who quickly backed up. “Well, Ben, what is it I don’t have all day!” Mark stomped his foot up and down angerly. The butler sighed and looked down. “Experiment Number 8 has died. She ripped out all her medical equipment, keeping her alive I tried my best to hook her back up b-bu.”

Mark soon grabbed him and slammed his head against the wall bashing his face into it before throwing him at the door, slitting his own wrists and sent his veins around benjamins neck strangling him as he dragged him back over.

“YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST CALLED ME THAT STUPID CAT WOULD HAVE BEEN STILL ALIVE AND MOST LIKELY BEEN A VERY SUCCESSFUL EXPERIMENT IF IT WEREN’T FOR YOU STUPID FAUNUS GOD ARE ALL YOUR KIND SO USELESS?!”

Emerald stepped in front of mark, pushing him back. “HEY! Leave him alone he doesn't deserve this. He’s a great guy your just a violent, egotistical asshole,” Benjamin softly coughed, struggling. “Miss Emerald, please go to your room I can handle this just listen to me it will be okay I promise.”

she looked worried for him to mark was about to slash her holding his right arm up “better listen to him, or you’ll get a worse marking then the neck I am sure Salem would understand as long as your alive and fit to serve she wouldn’t care what I did to you.”

She sighed but soon grumbled, pushing him out of the way and went upstairs where mercury was just watching “come on merc, let’s wait upstairs. We’ll go see if he’s okay after the fact” they soon locked themselves in emeralds room.

Mark laughed and cut his veins from benjamins’ neck and threw them away in the trash “always a quick thinker, aren’t you Ben? You always seem to surprise me. That’s the only reason you’re alive. You’ve been apart of this family since we were kids and never stop surprising me. You just saved that girl a scar on her face.

Mark then fixed his robes and walked away from him a few steps before sighing and looking in the mirror softly, groaning in pain and then downing a whole bottle of pain meds groaning gently and rubbing his head.

“I am a forgiving man. I will forgive this one little mistake. Just make sure to keep those kids out of trouble… Clean this mess up and go see them.”

Benjamin got up and cleaned up the blood that was on the floor and his neck he then began to fix the wall “i-i will go fetch you a new faunus as soon as I can sir I promise to thank you for the forgiveness you humble me I love you, sir!”

Mark smirked as he walked back up to his room. “Thank you and trust me, I know… I hope to see that replacement soon don’t disappoint me, Benjamin.”

The deer faunus smiled happily, and after he had talked things out with Emerald and Mercury he went to his own room and cleaned the makeup off his face showing all the bruises and markings, and he softly started to cry gently to himself

“I-I must be more careful; I do not wish for this to happen again. I should know not to make mistakes like that. What a fool am I?”

@purple-anxiety-blog

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afoxwithafeatherandink · 6 years ago

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@afoxwithafeatherandink @saviourofarea11

#that is how you do #salem watch out #he dont need no heavy flamer

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afoxwithafeatherandink · 6 years ago

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Amen, Brother

“If physical energy can be turned into thermal energy… How hard would I have to punch a chicken to cook it?”

Mercury, high af

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afoxwithafeatherandink · 6 years ago

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I just watched some RussianBadger compilations, this is perfect.

“If physical energy can be turned into thermal energy… How hard would I have to punch a chicken to cook it?”

Mercury, high af

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afoxwithafeatherandink · 7 years ago

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♡ A GUIDE TO SEXUAL & PHYSICAL ABUSE. #001

Sexual and physical abuse is something that happens quite often, but most go about their daily lives never knowing that their best friend or family member could be a victim of such abuse. It can happen to anyone – abuse is not selective towards one specific type of person. It is important to know what is considered sexual and physical abuse, as well as how often it happens.

At the end of the guide, I have also included how to portray a character who is or has been abused in any way. Please remember that though I will be doing a generalization of how to portray this certain type of character, you need to know that everyone reacts and deals with abuse differently. As someone who has been raped and physically abused, I wanted to share my knowledge and my experience.

Trigger Warnings: Talk of Sexual, Physical & Emotional abuse.

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afoxwithafeatherandink · 7 years ago

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Bad Luck Charm (Fanfic)

“WINTER!”

Her body crashed to the floor.

“How unfortunate.” A menacing laugh filled the room, coming from none other than Cinder Fall. Her glass heels clinked against the floor as she walked over to the fallen Winter. She stepped on the helpless woman’s chest and she cried out in pain. “Hm. Lucky shot.” Cinder eyed the arrow in Winter’s chest before pulling it out.

Qrow rushed at her, but Cinder had moved before he could tackle her, leading the man to fall to his knees beside Winter. He breathed heavily. He had tried so hard to protect her, but for what? For his semblance to take hold and condemn her to death? For his semblance to grant Cinder a perfect shot to nearly kill her?

Glass heels walked away from the two of them. The arrow she had pulled out disappeared. The woman in red didn’t stop to look back, having no regrets about her actions. It was about time she got rid of one of the general’s specialists anyways. And if she managed to cause some despair in doing so, so be it. Emotions like that attract the Grimm.

Reflections of orange and pink filled the ballroom the three had been fighting in. An oddly peaceful setting for the horrendous events that had just taken place. Winter’s face was covered by Qrow’s shadow. She appreciated this. He couldn’t see just how much pain she was in.

Cinder made her way out of the ballroom, Qrow paying very little mind to her. His only concern now was Winter and making sure she was safe. The woman in red smirked to herself. Mission complete. She didn’t dare stay to watch the woman die. Cinder wanted to avoid an altercation with Qrow at all costs.

“Winter, I-” He didn’t know what to say. Here she was, bleeding out and gasping for air and he couldn’t find any way to reassure her or find a way to fix it. Hastily he pulled out his scroll, dialing an emergency service number.

Low signal.

His eyes widened. He wasn’t going to be able to get a hold of anyone without a signal. Frantically, he called James, and Ozpin, and Glynda. Anyone he could think of. He even resorted to calling his nieces. But no, he wasn’t able to reach any of them. He was alone in this.

He put his scroll to the side, deciding to find some way to help her directly. He was by no means a doctor. He had been trained in cpr once. Just once. He hadn’t been prepared for this.

But he’d be damned if he was going to let her go.

Qrow knew some basics of medicine. Apply pressure to wounds and all of that mumbo jumbo. So that’s what he did. Ripping off his cape, he placed it on top of her bleeding chest, pressing down forcefully. Winter was fading in and out of consciousness, struggling to stay awake as she coughed up blood and gasped for air.

“Goddamnit, you have to stay with me, Winter.” He breathed out sharply. She looked as though she was trying her hardest, but it didn’t seem like it would be enough.

“Qrow, I-” She coughed violently, head falling back to the cold tiled floor as she finished. Tears were streaming from her eyes, a combination of pain and fear. “Please don’t let me die…”

Finality had always been her greatest fear, though she never admitted it. The fear of things ending, the fear of never being able to walk the world again. She knew that there was a last time for everything, but she didn’t like to think about it. Was this her last time seeing him? She had wished for that sort of last time hundreds of times before, but now that it was here she just wanted to hold on to him longer, cling to the idea that there would never be a last time.

Qrow had started crying now too. Not sobbing, but there were tears rolling down his face as he stared down at the dying Winter. He placed a hand under her head, trying to protect her from the cruelness of the cold tile underneath her.

“I won’t.” He wasn’t going to let her die. So what if he couldn’t reach anybody? He’d find some other way. He wouldn’t his semblance get the best of her. “I won’t,” he repeated, grabbing her hand and squeezing it as an act of reassurance.

She squeezed it back, though weakly. The one man she despised more than anything else in the world was right next to her as she died and somehow she couldn’t be more thankful for it. “Thank you,” she said, voice as weak as her smile as she smiled up at him.

“I’m so sorry I did this to you.” It was his fault. His failure to take Cinder down. His semblance that gave her the chance to shoot the poor woman who had been roped into this entire mess. She didn’t deserve this. He did.

“What do you mean?” She asked, frowning slightly. “This isn’t your fault…” She knew about his semblance. Ironwood had told her before the first mission they went on together. But she didn’t blame him for this. His semblance may control some aspects of fate, but that didn’t mean it were the reason for every wrongdoing in the world, at least in her eyes.

“Yes, it is.” He was still holding on to her hand. “If I had taken her down…If I had stayed farther away from you…None of this would have happened.”

“It happened, Qrow.” There was no going back, as much as she hated it. Even if she survived, she’d still meet her end some day. They couldn’t turn back time, as much as they wanted to. All they could do was hope. And neither one of them seemed very capable of that at the moment.

She was right. They couldn’t fix this. Even if Winter recovered, she’d still have a large scar where her wound was to remind her about the finality of life. About the end she could have met.

“Please, don’t blame this on yourself.” She looked softly to him. There were many times in the past where she had wished horrible things on him, but she would never wish this feeling of immense guilt on him.

But all he could do was blame it on himself. “No…I need to go. If I stay, something else will go wrong.” He got up to leave, but Winter’s hand pulled him back down. She looked at him with pleading eyes. She understood that his semblance meant that the Grimm could break in here to kill her any second. But she wanted him beside her. She wanted someone to comfort her as she took her dying breaths.

He sighed, sitting back down and still holding onto her hand. He gently brushed the bangs out of her face. It was only now that he realized that he had never taken the time to appreciate her. Yes, they fought, but he admired her strength. Her courage. She was brave and stood up for those around her while all he did was run from those he loved, trying to protect them from something that would inevitably catch up with them.

“I feel…cold.” Winter was on the verge of tears. Everything was spiraling down a dark hole. She could feel everything fading away, but she didn’t want it to go. She didn’t want to go.

“You’re always cold,” Qrow replied without any thought. He paused, realizing what he said. “Wait, no, I didn’t mean-” He was cut off by weak laughter. Tears started streaming down Winter’s faced, pushed out by the strength it took her to laugh.

“You’re not wrong.” She met his red eyes, smiling softly. Of all people to die with, Qrow was a good one. No, he wasn’t very reassuring, but he cared. Even when everything seemed to be going wrong, he was right there, staying with her to make sure she was okay. Even though he wanted to leave and protect her, he didn’t fight when she wanted him to stay. She knew he was dangerous, but something kept pulling her back to him.

Winter coughed violently and then wound up in a fit of crying. Between tears she choked words out. “This is the end for me. Please, find Weiss and tell her that I love her.”

It was all so close to being over. The pain, the suffering of this cruel world. But the world was beautiful too. Full of people she loved and cherished, people that she may never see again.

“You can tell her that yourself,” Qrow stated. But they both knew that there was no way she would make it out alive. With no help on its way and Grimm surrounding the ballroom, this was the end.

Winter’s mind was racing, full of thoughts of things she had never done. She had never fallen in love, not truly. Yes, she had flings to piss off her father, but she had never found someone who truly cared for her. Well, until now.

She absolutely despised him before, but here he was, being careful and caring, protecting her in her dying minutes. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as she thought.

“You know, Qrow. I feel like you and Weiss were the only people I could ever truly love.”

Qrow’s eyes widened. What the hell did she mean by that? “I’m sorry, what?”

“Only the two of you were ever there for me. Everyone else, even the general, was cold, demanding. The saw me as an object, as a Schnee. You two saw me as something else. As a person.” She turned her head to stare up at the tall ceiling. “When I’m gone, I want you to take care of her, okay?”

Qrow frowned, thinking for a moment. He knew how Winter talked about her father, as though he were some sort of dictator rather than an actual parent. Did she think he was…better than Jacques? “I will,” he responded, voice dry from all of his silent tears.

Winter could feel it. This was the end. This was where she died. Hundreds of legends had been lost to the dust before, and now she was going to become another one of them. She closed her eyes, feeling as though she was about to pass out.

“This is it, Qrow.” She shook her head softly, a silent tear sliding down her cheek. She squeezed his hand a final time, opening her eyes to look back at him.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

It was a few more seconds of silence before he saw it happen. The light faded from her eyes, she didn’t blink. She was gone.

Just minutes later he heard the sound of airships. That’s what broke him. He broke into tears, crying over the dead woman’s body. Atlesian soldiers made their way inside, surrounding him.

They took Winter in a body bag. Qrow hated to see her reduced to that, just another lifeless person. She was so much more. He exited the ballroom, ignoring the general calling for him.

This was all his fault. If they hadn’t gone after Cinder, none of this would have happened. He would have never had to say goodbye. But who was he to question his semblance and its control over fate? In his eyes, he was just a bad luck charm. Something that affected everything around it and left destruction in its wake.

And he had just killed his latest victim.

#qrowin #snowbird #qrow #winter #winter schnee #qrow branwen #rwby qrow #rwby winter #rwby #rwby fanfiction #didnt need the heart anyways #angst #loss

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