#the idea of a mecha that just keeps growing back its limbs (just in a wrong way) after being damaged is soooo.... idk... it's sexy to me

[muckbottomcatfish]

i think i might revamp my lore a little bit. again. not that there's much to revamp but likeeeeeeeeeeee

[the-god-of-nihon]

Writing Idea: It’s called an AU pt3

Future Jaune has a sit-down with team RWBY, and lets Ruby take his arm apart. Also angsty backstory.

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When the elevator finally dinged to a stop, and the doors slid open, Jaune found himself ‘face-to-face’ with the one, Ruby Rose. Or at least as face-to-face as they could get given the large height difference.

“Jaune! I heard from Nora you have a prosthetic arm, can I see it? Please? Please? Please?” Ruby excitedly entered Jaune’s personal space, moving to his left side when her eyes fell onto the metal limb.

“Whoa, whoa~ Ruby how bout we go to your dorm room, we can talk a bit and you can inspect it at your own leisure, how’s that sound?” Jaune laughed at her excitement, and suggested to keep from getting in anyone’s way or clog up elevator traffic.

The two walked to Team RWBY’s room, Ruby all the while sending glances at the arm, and asking Jaune about it. As they entered, the creak of the door drew the attention of 4 pairs of eyes. Blake on her bed eyes peering over the top rim of a book, Yang on her bunk holding Zwei in the air, whom also turned to the two new occupants, and Weiss at her desk seemingly working away at some homework.

“Like I said Ruby I don’t really know the specifics, I didn’t build the thing,” Jaune lifts his metal arm into view, and flexes its mechanical digits. The three other members of Team RWBY turned their attention to it, albeit for different reasons. “I pretty much just threw it at some poor guy, and told him to stick it on me,” he takes seat on the carpeted floor, Ruby taking a spot to his left side.

“Do you know who did?” Ruby asked eyes wide with curiosity, “from the way you describe it, you didn’t custom order it, and the design doesn’t match any existing prosthetics.”

“Well you did Ruby,” Jaune smiled as she balked, and sputtered, “you started getting into designing mecha-shifting prosthetics with weapons built into them, and this was one of the prototypes.”

“I-I did?” Ruby looked at the arm again as if she hadn’t seen it before, “I made this?”

“Yup,” Jaune nodded offering it to her, “nuts, bolts and all. This one in particular has a simple cannon in the forearm that fires dust from canisters loaded in the upper arm.” Jaune taps the metal shoulder plate with a faint etching of a rose on the surface.

“A canon?” Ruby tilted her head quizzically, “that’s it? Seems kind of simple.”

“Like I said, it was just a prototype, you had plenty of blue prints for more complicated works, with tons of bells and whistles waiting in the wings.” Jaune indicates a massive stack of papers with his hand, “This was more of a trial run to work out a basic template for more advanced pieces.”

”Can I take it apart?” Ruby said quickly as she bounced on the floor, “I can do some maintenance, and clean it!.”

“Nobody I’d trust more with it,” Jaune exhales contently and leaned back against a bedpost. Jaune watched her grab her tool kit, and lifting his shirt as she moved to his shoulder, to un-latch it. The metal mounting grafted onto his body, and the insertion slot where the prosthetic connected to his body were on full display, which was clearly a rush job with little care as to the adverse effects it could have had on the body taken into consideration.

As Ruby is going about removing Jaune’s artificial arm, Yang who had been watching the exchange with Weiss, and Blake, speaks up, “hey Jaune if it’s no trouble, how did you lose your arm?” Weiss and Blake both called out Yang’s name as if to admonish her for being insensitive.

“Yeah sure,” Jaune’s casual response had Blake and Weiss’s eyes the size of dinner plates, while Yang lay on her bed, kicking her feet playfully. “Ruby cut it off.” Yang and Ruby joined them in their shock, the newly removed mechanical arm slipped out of Ruby’s grasp before it hit the ground.

“I-I what?” Ruby was terrified at the prospect of attacking one of her friends with intent to harm. Yang, Blake, and Weiss all found the idea of their sweet little leader dismembering a person a shocking image.

“Hey guys it’s not that big a deal, losing limbs in our line of work is pretty common,” Jaune attempted to lighten the mood, and bring the girls out of their shock, “in my world, even Yang lost part of her arm early in her career.”

Yang recoiled as if shot, squeezing Zwei into her chest, “I do?” The eyes of the three other girls now on her, Yang looked down at her arms imagining having one less limb.

“Your right arm gets cut off a little above the elbow,” Jaune points to Yang’s right arm, “it happened during the Fall of Beacon, you never told me how.” Yang’s hand goes to her right bicep, she breaks from looking at Jaune to stare at her hand, while he continues but grows quieter as he goes on, “and I mean, I would have died if she hadn’t . . . Although that might have been for the best.”

“Why do you say that?” Ruby, sweet sweet Ruby, asks quietly looking up at Jaune where she had been close enough to hear the last part of his sentence.

Jaune promptly ignored Ruby’s question and beamed a smile around the room, “y’know what, how about we talk about something else. You wanna hear about your older selves in my world?”

“Yeah . . . Yeah, that sounds good,” Yang replied still a bit out of it, while Blake nodded her head, and Ruby appeared a bit indignant.

“I suppose I’m interested,” Weiss added changing her seating position to face Jaune better, “and if there is no chance of the universe imploding if you tell us, then no harm done.”

“I thought we didn’t have any proof of that,” Blake quips, aiming an amused expression at Weiss, to which she sits looks directly in front of her ignoring her teammates jab.

“Alright so Weiss, you’re the manager of general affairs, and the De Facto leader of humanity’s last stronghold, Amity Base.” Jaune smiles at her, “if something happens there you know about it, and what’s left of humanity would be at a loss without you.”

“What’s this Amity Base thing you mentioned?” Blake moved a bit closer atop her bed leaning towards the conversation.

“Basically the last safe place anybody has since the Kingdoms collapsed,” Jaune looks up and yet again finds his friends in shock, “oh right, I didn’t mention that did I? Uh, all the kingdoms and society as we knew it was destroyed. Now the only civilization outside of traveling villages is Amity Coliseum turned into a mobile operating base, and refugee center.”

“Everything just ended? Nobody stopped it?” Blake moved down to the floor next to Jaune.

“Oh believe me, a lot of people tried. We tried, and we failed.” Jaune watched Ruby tinker with his arm in silence for a moment, “in the end the best we can do is pick up the pieces, and try to live the best we can.”

“Is that really all?” Weiss asked quietly, not really expecting an answer.

“I dunno, but I know you three are doing whatever you can to make the best future for everyone.” Jaune offered a comforting smile to her; similar to the silly grin his younger self would give.

“ Searching for survivors or people in need, tracking enemy movements, looking for resources and making sure areas are safe,” Jaune turns to Blake, “that’s what makes Blake invaluable to Amity as well. She leads the scouting teams, which are pretty much responsible for the livelihood of the people.” Jaune turns his head upwards to look at the blonde brawler splayed out on her bed looking down at her them, “and finally Yang, the frontline commander. She leads all the Hunters, keeps the peace among the citizens, and protects Amity and its people from creatures of grimm and bandits alike.”

Yang seemed pleased, self-satisfied grin spreading across her face before it drooped a bit, “hey what about your team and you?”

“Yes, you never mentioned yourself,” Weiss reinforced, “what do you do?”

“Ah, well . . .” Jaune averted his eyes to avoid the gaze of all the girls, “I don’t do anything to aid Amity, I haven’t been back there in ten years.” “I basically just wander around the wilderness searching for things, if I find any people I send them back to Amity.”

“Why?” Blake raised an eyebrow, “why have you been gone for ten years, I mean?”

“ . . . Ten years ago we had a falling out, and I left because it was easier,” Jaune’s scratched his head, “and even after ten years I just don’t think I’m ready to go back.”

“That’s it?” Yang seemed perturbed, “just because you don’t want to?”

“Well I don’t think you three would want to see me either,” Jaune responded lightly, “the reason behind my departure wasn’t something easily forgiven or forgotten.”

“Well you at least had your team right?” Yang cheered, “So you at least your not alone.”

“Ren and Nora died around ten years ago,” Jaune rubbed his eyes keeping back the moisture building, “Pyrrha almost ten years before that.”

“No . . .That can’t be,” Ruby scuttled over to Jaune, taking his hand, “is that really true?”

“I’d never make up a lie like that, not in my wildest dreams,” the older man patted the girl’s head, as her team watched on the reality of his words setting in.

“Ten, and then twenty. . ,” Weiss mulled the words around in her mind, “wait how old are you Jaune?”

“Getting up there now,” Jaune took his attention away from the tiny girl attempting to comfort him, “I think I’m a little under forty now, uh thirty-seven or eight, I think.”

Weiss worked the math out in a second, “then that means you lost Ren & Nora when you were twenty-seven . . .”

Blake not far behind continued the thought, “and Pyrrha died when you were in your first year at Beacon.”

“The Vytal Festival . . .” Yang said with finality, expression stormy.

Ruby shuffled uncomfortably, “um, it’s kind of selfish, but I noticed you didn’t mention me at all. Are we not friends in your world?”

“Oh . . . Ruby, no no, you were my best-friend for the longest time. I wouldn’t have been able to keep going without you,” Jaune bit his lip, pulling her into a gently hug. “It’s just a bit of a sore spot.”

“You said you had a falling out with Blake, Yang and I, but you left out Ruby,” Weiss held her arms close to her body. She had a suspicion of the reason, but she did not like it.

Blake and Yang seemed to come to similar conclusions, faces growing grim as they watched their young leader pester the older man.

“Uh Ruby, please,” Jaune held his hands on her shoulders, looking her straight in the face, “I need you to understand that my world and this world are separate, and in no way the events that transpired in mine, has any bearing on what may happen in yours. Do you understand.”

“Uh. . . yes, I think so.”

Jaune exhaled, for the first time recalling something seemed to tax him, “you died ten years ago, in the same battle that took Ren & Nora’s lives.” His words hit RWBY like a truck, everything up to this point had affected them in one way or another, but suddenly what he said seemed very real. “You saved my life, but it cost you your own.”

“Is that what lead to the falling out?” Weiss spoke connecting the dots the quickest.

“And you’ve been alone for ten years, and refuse to talk to us because of it?”

“But why? It wasn’t your fault,” Yang growled, “that’s stupid.”

“It’s easy to say that, but when it actually happens it’s another matter,” Jaune looked Yang in the eyes, but they only held regret, “I cost your team its leader, and all of you a friend, and you, your sister, Yang. They had, and still have every right to blame me.”

“Jaune you can’t blame yourself, I-She did it because she wanted to.” Ruby looked afraid, and shaken, but she cupped Jaune’s face as she sat eye-to-eye with him, “like you said these sorts of things are just part of the job.”

“I know . . . I’ve had plenty of time to let it eat away at me, and I know full well wasting away in self-pity doesn’t help anyone.” Jaune took her hands, and held them in his own, “but that doesn’t mean I can shirk responsibility, yo- she died because of me that’s a fact. I have to live with that, and I will. Alone or otherwise.”

“No,” Yang spoke up jumping down from her bunk, “That’s bull! Yang Xiao Long doesn’t just abandon her friends!”

Weiss stepped up next to her, “I concur, regardless of the reason leaving a comrade in such a state is hardly respectable behavior.”

“Indeed,” Blake followed suit arms crossed, but expression comforting, “at the very least, you’d probably be more help back on Amity.”

“Thanks girls,” Jaune stood to face them, as he smiled fondly, “regardless of how it turns out, you’ve given me a bit of courage.”

Yang grabbed Jaune by the collar of his shirt, and pulled him down to her height, “how ever you get back to your world, once you are, you’re gonna march back to Amity or whatever, and talk to us! You got that? No more lone wanderer bull anymore, or I’ll come beat your ass through sheer power of will.”

Jaune stood hunched over looking a girl twenty years his junior in the face as she bereted him, the image made a chuckle rise from his chest into his throat. He pulled his face away standing to his full height, and threw his head back in laughter. “ I love you girls. I really do,” his response was filled with mirth and chuckles, facing the four again wiping tears from his eyes.

A light blush spread through each of the girls’ faces, Yang released his shirt and managed to get out retort, “Y-yeah, that’ll teach you.”

Jaune reached his hand up to pat Yang on the head, and assured her happily, “Yeah, when I get back I’ll talk to you all, Arc’s word.”

 Swatting at his hand in response, Yang’s abashed expression betrayed any sense of anger she might have been trying to convey.

[laindir]

11 questions meme

another meme, this time tagged by @kixboxer. under cut for tl;dr rambling.

1. What is your favorite kind of soup and why? seafood clam chowder, simply by the virtue that it’s not easily found where I am (the delicious ones, at least - a lot of them just taste like those cheap soup mixes you pour hot water into). also because of that one bowl of chowder I had in a random pub in Doolin (Ireland) which tasted like absolute heaven. 2. What’s your starter Pokémon type or do you change it up? I’m not really a gamer and the last Pokemon game I played seriously was Yellow, where your starter was only Pikachu. but well, if I had to choose, probably Fire or Water. 3. Can you make an omelette? yes, though I haven’t really made one in awhile… 4. Would you rather be a vampiric tree or a vampire that feeds on trees? what’s with the vampire-themed questions, owlbro. UH… a vampire that feeds on trees. because I don’t like being stuck in one place, and being a vampiric tree feels like I need to be rooted to one spot and that sounds a little boring. also, feeding on trees doesn’t sound too bad - trees wouldn’t have blood for me to drain, so I’d assume I’d “feed” on leaves/fruits/nuts? even if I ate the tree bark, it could technically grow back. least harmful option for the tree, y/y? 5. What are your thoughts on eels? Make some up if you don’t have any eels are kinda cute and cool! also, delicious when grilled. uh, yeah. 6. What is the longest consecutive amount of time you’ve gone without sleeping? probably a little more than 24 hours. 7. Do you like your tea or coffee sweetened? for some types of coffee drinks, yes (like flavoured latte/macchiato). but I never put sugar in brewed coffee or cappucino.

8. What is your favorite way to eat potatoes? I love potatoes so I’ll eat any kind, but roasted potaoes and pan-fried rosti are THE BEST. 9. Have you ever planned the perfect murder? Feel free to share. I am a slubby 20something and definitely not the cops. I am definitely not a 4-person task force with something to prove. I’d wanted to say I could poison someone with a number of different chemical concoctions, but that would show up in toxicology reports in the post-mortem - I wouldn’t consider it a perfect murder in that sense. so I’m just going to be lazy and say the perfect murder would probably just to put someone into a Force choke-hold or killing them with a single thought Vader-style. 10. How many times have you listened to yolo? Give a rough estimate if you don’t have a playcount somewhere. YOU KNOW, before I read this question, I didn’t even know there was a song called ‘YOLO’. no, really, I’m not lying and I actually had to search for it on YT. of course it’s from Adam Samberg’s band, ofc. and thank you, now I’m going to be playing this on repeat while procrastinating on things until the 11th hour before I finally #yolo like the responsible adult I’m not :’D so, to answer your question: this is the first time I’m listening to it, but it sure won’t be the last time ! 11. Are you working on any fic/art/meta right now? Share a sample? ADKJKFHHSJF I’M REALLY SLOW WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING apologies to whoever’s following me for fic only but yes, I’m currently bouncing ideas in my head for one long-ish(?) AU oneshot and some short canon fic/ficlets. no idea when exactly I’ll finish them though lol.

some samples scenes for each fic (no major spoilers for the game):

*** “Why do you still keep smiling, even when I tear open your wounds?” she spat, vehemence laced in every word.  (Many moons later, she would find herself asking the same question, to yet another who smiled just like he did even through the anguish and pain. How could they…. How dare they? It didn’t make any sense, it couldn’t–) Her brows creased in anger, Symonne forced herself back up to her feet even as her limbs ached and trembled from the growing exhaustion of battle. Being delicate in stature had its drawbacks; she would tire easily from direct combat in a battle. As such, she had perfected the use of her seraphic artes, weaving illusions and doppelgangers born from one’s own deepest fear. She had not asked for this accursed blessing, never wished for any of it. But it was all she’d ever known, all she’d carried within her throughout centuries of misery and growing apathy. It was she was but it was enough for this, for her Lord – she reminded herself, again, as she struggled to stand upright, pointing her baton at the two humans before her. It was enough, as long as she could serve him, her Master. So, she won’t stop here; no, she can’t stop, she must not fall– “That’s enough, Symonne.” The Shepherd’s voice was soft and gentle, and Symonne felt frustration flaring from deep within. She lifted her head, staring up at the disgustingly radiant smile, at the pity in those evergreen eyes. *** He shouldn’t have been surprised, honestly. Incidents like these – they were a norm and he should really be used to them by now. Being part the Shepherd’s posse seems bring about both irritability and absurdity in equal parts – he had known of this even before Rose had decided on sharing the burden of a Shepherd and took up the role of Squire; before she’d risked her own life to save the brat from certain death when he’d been foolish enough to face off with the Lord of Calamity. Still, nothing quite prepared him for this; he was more of a dog person, after all. “But why cats, though?” Rose finally blurted out, incredulous. Hell, Dezel wanted to know too – who would come up with such a sick joke anyway? I’m not  a cat! The small silver and cat-like creature was scowling up at them with narrowed, violet eyes. Its mouth was open, as if it were attempting to speak. But the only sound it managed was a very indignant and cat-like meow. W-What? The silver cat crinkled its nose, its tail waving back and forth in confusion. It glanced to its side, gazing at another cat – a longhaired white cat with a bushy, red tail. Why can’t I… Lailah, what’s going on?! *** “Do not let yourself be so readily deceived by all that glitters, by their honeyed words. After all, they murdered your father when he would not be silenced, and then banished us into the Wastelands. They sent your mother to die all alone – you still remember, don’t you? Her terrified screams when she was cut down, the way her blood stained the wheat fields crimson? Remember that always, child.” Sorey flinched from the twist of emotion within his gut. Lady Maltran may not be close by, but the ghostly whispers of her words still sent a trail of ice shivering down his spine. He shook his head, pushing away the taunting memories back. No, Lady Maltran was right – this wasn’t the time to let his guard down. He exhaled slowly, finding his centre again, and drew his thoughts back once more to the present. To focus on what had been drilled into him, what he had been sent to do.

okay, here are my 11 questions:

1. If your life was set in an AU, what would it be? 2. Worst things about your current fandom(s) 3. Three tropes that you fall for in media 4. Something you wished your parents had taught you when you were a child 5. Favourite snack(s) from the convenience store 6. What comes to mind when you see the colour orange? 7. Any inspiratational words from a fictional character that you’ve taken to heart? 8. Prefered method of saving the world: piloting a giant mecha robot engaged in space dogfights or riding into battle on the backs of your megaraptor steed? 9. Childhood nicknames? 10. Skydiving and bungee-jumping - yes or no? 11. Favourite kind(s) of autumn beverages/drinks tagging @armatise @shamingcows @snow-partridge @hakuryuu-tofu @skyress

and anyone else who feels like doing it (or feel free to not do either).