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[RWBY] RWBY Shorts
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NightDranzer
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Worse my friend, I'm an optimist (I know, it surprised me to learn too).
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These days? It's just Diet r/RWBYCritics
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Having Winter be a mentor for Jaune in a potential V10 makes pretty good sense, though.
Helping a man who has gone through that much mental trauma to finally find a way to come to grips with it would be a good story for V10 underneath the other story elements such as getting strategic on Salem and company.
Granted, I think Winter should be helping train him in more facets (physically and discipline, honing what he's learned from his experience and from Pyrrha). But being a confidant and a friend outside of the teams would do him a world of good. I think it would be much better than if he tried to talk more with Oz/Oscar and/or Qrow.
Helping a man who has gone through that much mental trauma to finally find a way to come to grips with it would be a good story for V10 underneath the other story elements such as getting strategic on Salem and company.
Granted, I think Winter should be helping train him in more facets (physically and discipline, honing what he's learned from his experience and from Pyrrha). But being a confidant and a friend outside of the teams would do him a world of good. I think it would be much better than if he tried to talk more with Oz/Oscar and/or Qrow.
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I am still of the mind that they should just do a reboot. Call it RWBY - World of Remnant or something. The current volumes as they are have turned people off from RWBY, and honestly, it is like spreading far too little butter on far too much bread.
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Pyrrha was certainly Jaune's mentor, but outside of fanon Goodwitch was Generic Hot Strict Teacher.
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R/FNKI is the best RWBY subreddit next to NSFW2
Most people hate on Jaune because of the hentai/smut but again in the show he is the White Mage, you do not FUCK with the White Mage and BROKEN in Grimm Eclipse so we have seen his full canonical strength
half this thread is lore and crack fuck those fake fans
meanwhile FNKI
Maria is the Best SEW and Huntress so far
Glaze the Best
make fun AU
alot of AU on FNKI
RWBY and JNPR reacting to the 'based on a true story' fanfic shows and movie based off there adventure
atleast the actors are funny
you can tell the photographers focus
also Ren and Nora wear less clothes
Yang Timeline jokes
the Rusted Knight
Cinder wore the same outfit alot
Glynda and Ruby not recognizing her still bugs me
Most people hate on Jaune because of the hentai/smut but again in the show he is the White Mage, you do not FUCK with the White Mage and BROKEN in Grimm Eclipse so we have seen his full canonical strength
meanwhile FNKI
Maria is the Best SEW and Huntress so far
make fun AU
RWBY and JNPR reacting to the 'based on a true story' fanfic shows and movie based off there adventure
Yang Timeline jokes
Cinder wore the same outfit alot
Secret Father Winter
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RWBY, JNPR, SSSN, and a few others were all in a Secret Father Winter... And so...
Nora: "Ooh! Money? Who gave me this?"
All: "Weiss."
Weiss: blush "What?! Everyone could use some money!"
Nora: "Aw, I wanted pancakes!"
Nora's Brain: Money can buy many pancakes!
Nora: gasp "Explain!"
Nora's Brain: Money can be exchanged for goods and services.
Nora: "HOORAY! THANK YOU WEISSY!" Hugs her
Weiss: blush "Well... At least someone appreciates me!"
Yang: "Uh huh. Well... Let's see... What did I... Huh? Goggles and a headscarf? And a tool set?"
Jaune: "That's from me. My dad and sister both ride motorcycles, so I asked them what you needed. I mean, your hair is really pretty when you're riding your bike in the wind and all, but keeping it covered means it doesn't get caught or ruined."
Yang: blush "Ah, well... Thanks, VB. Heh. Maybe I'll give you a special gift later~."
Jaune: "But that's not how Secret Father Winter works-"
Pyrrha: "Jaune! How about you open my gift to you?"
Jaune: "Oh, thanks Pyr!" opens it "Oh wow! Swing Dance lessons! Great! But I already know how to do it."
Pyrrha: "Oh, um, I don't! You could take me!"
Jaune: "It would be nice to teach you something, even if it's useless."
Pyrrha: "Oh, it isn't!"
Yang: "Or you could take me, Stud. I'd love to learn how to swing it with you."
Pyrrha: "I-I need the lessons more!"
Weiss: "You're seriously arguing over who gets to spend time with the Dolt?"
Jaune: "We could go dancing, Weiss!"
Weiss: "Fat chance!"
Jaune: "Aw..."
Sun: "Let me see my gift... Ooh! A weapon cleaning kit! Let me guess Blake, you got me this?"
Ruby: "What? No! I did! Everyone needs a good weapons cleaning kit! Especially you!"
Sun: "I... Oh. Thanks kid."
Ruby: pouts "I'm not a kid dangit! Blake! Open your gift!"
Blake: "Very well..." She opens it. She blinks "This is just a link to Neptune's Flashygram page."
Neptune: "Of course! What would be a better gift that the gift of moi?"
Sage: "That's a non-refundable gift, isn't it?"
Neptune: "HEY!"
Nora: "Ooh! Money? Who gave me this?"
All: "Weiss."
Weiss: blush "What?! Everyone could use some money!"
Nora: "Aw, I wanted pancakes!"
Nora's Brain: Money can buy many pancakes!
Nora: gasp "Explain!"
Nora's Brain: Money can be exchanged for goods and services.
Nora: "HOORAY! THANK YOU WEISSY!" Hugs her
Weiss: blush "Well... At least someone appreciates me!"
Yang: "Uh huh. Well... Let's see... What did I... Huh? Goggles and a headscarf? And a tool set?"
Jaune: "That's from me. My dad and sister both ride motorcycles, so I asked them what you needed. I mean, your hair is really pretty when you're riding your bike in the wind and all, but keeping it covered means it doesn't get caught or ruined."
Yang: blush "Ah, well... Thanks, VB. Heh. Maybe I'll give you a special gift later~."
Jaune: "But that's not how Secret Father Winter works-"
Pyrrha: "Jaune! How about you open my gift to you?"
Jaune: "Oh, thanks Pyr!" opens it "Oh wow! Swing Dance lessons! Great! But I already know how to do it."
Pyrrha: "Oh, um, I don't! You could take me!"
Jaune: "It would be nice to teach you something, even if it's useless."
Pyrrha: "Oh, it isn't!"
Yang: "Or you could take me, Stud. I'd love to learn how to swing it with you."
Pyrrha: "I-I need the lessons more!"
Weiss: "You're seriously arguing over who gets to spend time with the Dolt?"
Jaune: "We could go dancing, Weiss!"
Weiss: "Fat chance!"
Jaune: "Aw..."
Sun: "Let me see my gift... Ooh! A weapon cleaning kit! Let me guess Blake, you got me this?"
Ruby: "What? No! I did! Everyone needs a good weapons cleaning kit! Especially you!"
Sun: "I... Oh. Thanks kid."
Ruby: pouts "I'm not a kid dangit! Blake! Open your gift!"
Blake: "Very well..." She opens it. She blinks "This is just a link to Neptune's Flashygram page."
Neptune: "Of course! What would be a better gift that the gift of moi?"
Sage: "That's a non-refundable gift, isn't it?"
Neptune: "HEY!"
Remember part 3
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Remember part 3
For this one I decided to try intersect two povs hope it works.
The ceremony moved forward whether Ozpin was ready or not. Students stood in neat rows across Beacon's great hall, faces bright with excitement, nerves, and ambition. Banners hung high above them, stirring faintly in the air. Glynda stood at the edge of the stage, posture perfect, eyes sharp and observant.
Ozpin held the scroll. His voice was steady as he spoke, practiced over lifetimes. But his mind was not in the hall. It was elsewhere, during a time far older than Beacon. Far heavier than the moment demanded. How many times have I stood here? he wondered.
The ruins did not fall silent. They listened.
Stone still thrummed beneath their feet, echoing lives that had never truly ended. The air was heavy with memory, pressing down until breathing felt like wading through water.
Ruby was the first to break. She dropped to her knees, hands clutching at her chest as if something vital had been torn free.
"I..." Her voice cracked. "They were calling me Mom." Yang froze. Weiss sucked in a sharp breath. Blake staggered, catching herself against a broken pillar. Pyrrha's knees buckled, and she sat hard on the stone, eyes wide and shining. Jaune felt it then, the final lock breaking. "They were ours," he said quietly.
Ozpin's gaze drifted across the crowd, and for just a heartbeat, the faces blurred into others.
People who had trusted him., who believed in him. They followed him. All the People he had failed. Villages passed by because they were inconvenient. Communities that did not fit neatly into the gods' design.
Souls who only wanted to live quietly, raise children, grow without judgment. He had told himself it was necessary. That obedience was wisdom. That the Brother Gods knew better.
That his role was to guide humanity within their rules, not question them. Coward, a quiet voice whispered, not accusing, just true.
Yang turned on Jaune, eyes blazing and shattered all at once. "You knew?" "I didn't," Jaune replied. "Not until now." The memories surged. Not visions imposed by magic , but lived experience finally returning home. Ruby remembered teaching a little girl how to hold a wooden scythe, too big for her arms.
Yang remembered lifting a boy onto her shoulders so he could see festival lights.
Weiss remembered arguing budgets not for kingdoms but for schools.
Poor Winter alone on an airship, looking out the window remembering different lives, including standing watch so children could sleep without fear.
Blake remembered bedtime stories and lessons on listening, to danger and to hope.
Pyrrha remembered guiding small hands, never pushing, always believing.
And Jaune...
Jaune remembered holding them as the world collapsed. Not one child but Several looking up for him to protect them. His children, Their children together. To his his greatest rage and sorrow he failed.
He dropped to his knees, hands pressed to the stone like it might keep him from breaking.
"I tried to keep them safe," he whispered. "We all did." Ruby crawled to him and buried her face in his chest, sobbing. Yang wrapped her arms around both of them, shaking with silent rage.
"They were taken," Blake said hoarsely.
"No," Pyrrha said, voice trembling with certainty. "They were erased."
Ozpin thought of Salem.
Not the witch she became, but the woman she once was. The one who begged him to stop accepting divine cruelty as fate. The one who wanted humanity to move on, to live without being corrected. If only you had been allowed to move on, he thought. If only I had chosen differently. The scroll felt heavier in his hands.
How many tragedies had been born not of malice, but of inaction?
Of choosing order over compassion?
Of following commands instead of conscience?
His eyes drifted, unbidden, to a blond boy near the center of the crowd. Jaune Arc stood straight, expression calm, almost thoughtful.
Too thoughtful for a first-year. A soul that wants peace, Ozpin thought. And yet... Fear coiled quietly in his chest. If they remember… will it already be too late? And worse, should I even try to stop them?
A quiet footstep echoed through the ruins.
Ren and Nora stood apart from the others, near the heart of the ancient stone. Nora's usual brightness was gone. Ren's calm held devastation beneath it. "We remember too," Ren said. Nora knelt, pressing her palm to the stone. "Ours were different." Jaune looked up. "You and Nora." Ren nodded. "Always." "Same souls," Nora whispered. "Different names. Different laughs." Her voice wavered. "But they always ran toward him first." Ren closed his eyes. "And they always slept better when she sang."
The ruins seemed to breathe with them.
Ozpin inhaled, grounding himself. The present demanded his attention. "Ruby Rose," he said aloud. The girl stepped forward, wide-eyed but determined. "From this moment forward," Ozpin continued, voice clear despite the storm inside him, "you will be known as Team RWBY."
Applause followed. Smiles. Relief. Names continued to be called. Partners assigned. Teams formed by chance, by fate, by forces Ozpin could no longer pretend to understand.
"Jaune Arc. Pyrrha Nikos. Lie Ren. Nora Valkyrie."Ozpin paused, just a fraction of a second. "Team JNPR."
Weiss wiped her eyes at the ruins and forced herself to think. "If those towns existed… then the vaults existed too." Jaune's head snapped up. "Yes," Ren said. "Our vaults." "And the original one," Jaune added. The stone beneath them answered, vibrating deeper, older than memory. "Before Maidens," Ren explained. "Before keys. A vault hidden not just from humanity…" "…but from the gods," Blake finished. "Is it still there?" Ruby asked softly.
Ren closed his eyes, sensing. "Yes. Anchored outside the cycle. Untouched." "So they didn't take everything," Yang muttered. "No," Jaune said, standing slowly. "They never could."
Ozpin watched the newly formed teams settle together. They laughed quietly. They exchanged looks of trust. They looked like they can be the next hope for the people.
They could be a good batch, he thought. Strong. Kind. Capable.If the world allows them to graduate. If I allow them.
For the first time in centuries, Ozpin did not feel like a man guiding humanity forward.
He felt like a witness...
Standing at the edge of a story that might finally move beyond him.
At the ruins, Jaune felt it again. Not metal or magic, but only a single glorious purpose.
Something being forged deep within his soul, not to destroy creation, but to end judgment.
"It's almost ready," he murmured. Ruby looked up. "What is?" Jaune met her eyes, steady and unafraid. "A way," he said, "to make sure no one ever loses their children to the will of gods again."
Far away, Salem stirred.
And in a way, a wizard felt a grief he could not name...
And feared a reckoning he might finally deserve.
For this one I decided to try intersect two povs hope it works.
The ceremony moved forward whether Ozpin was ready or not. Students stood in neat rows across Beacon's great hall, faces bright with excitement, nerves, and ambition. Banners hung high above them, stirring faintly in the air. Glynda stood at the edge of the stage, posture perfect, eyes sharp and observant.
Ozpin held the scroll. His voice was steady as he spoke, practiced over lifetimes. But his mind was not in the hall. It was elsewhere, during a time far older than Beacon. Far heavier than the moment demanded. How many times have I stood here? he wondered.
The ruins did not fall silent. They listened.
Stone still thrummed beneath their feet, echoing lives that had never truly ended. The air was heavy with memory, pressing down until breathing felt like wading through water.
Ruby was the first to break. She dropped to her knees, hands clutching at her chest as if something vital had been torn free.
"I..." Her voice cracked. "They were calling me Mom." Yang froze. Weiss sucked in a sharp breath. Blake staggered, catching herself against a broken pillar. Pyrrha's knees buckled, and she sat hard on the stone, eyes wide and shining. Jaune felt it then, the final lock breaking. "They were ours," he said quietly.
Ozpin's gaze drifted across the crowd, and for just a heartbeat, the faces blurred into others.
People who had trusted him., who believed in him. They followed him. All the People he had failed. Villages passed by because they were inconvenient. Communities that did not fit neatly into the gods' design.
Souls who only wanted to live quietly, raise children, grow without judgment. He had told himself it was necessary. That obedience was wisdom. That the Brother Gods knew better.
That his role was to guide humanity within their rules, not question them. Coward, a quiet voice whispered, not accusing, just true.
Yang turned on Jaune, eyes blazing and shattered all at once. "You knew?" "I didn't," Jaune replied. "Not until now." The memories surged. Not visions imposed by magic , but lived experience finally returning home. Ruby remembered teaching a little girl how to hold a wooden scythe, too big for her arms.
Yang remembered lifting a boy onto her shoulders so he could see festival lights.
Weiss remembered arguing budgets not for kingdoms but for schools.
Poor Winter alone on an airship, looking out the window remembering different lives, including standing watch so children could sleep without fear.
Blake remembered bedtime stories and lessons on listening, to danger and to hope.
Pyrrha remembered guiding small hands, never pushing, always believing.
And Jaune...
Jaune remembered holding them as the world collapsed. Not one child but Several looking up for him to protect them. His children, Their children together. To his his greatest rage and sorrow he failed.
He dropped to his knees, hands pressed to the stone like it might keep him from breaking.
"I tried to keep them safe," he whispered. "We all did." Ruby crawled to him and buried her face in his chest, sobbing. Yang wrapped her arms around both of them, shaking with silent rage.
"They were taken," Blake said hoarsely.
"No," Pyrrha said, voice trembling with certainty. "They were erased."
Ozpin thought of Salem.
Not the witch she became, but the woman she once was. The one who begged him to stop accepting divine cruelty as fate. The one who wanted humanity to move on, to live without being corrected. If only you had been allowed to move on, he thought. If only I had chosen differently. The scroll felt heavier in his hands.
How many tragedies had been born not of malice, but of inaction?
Of choosing order over compassion?
Of following commands instead of conscience?
His eyes drifted, unbidden, to a blond boy near the center of the crowd. Jaune Arc stood straight, expression calm, almost thoughtful.
Too thoughtful for a first-year. A soul that wants peace, Ozpin thought. And yet... Fear coiled quietly in his chest. If they remember… will it already be too late? And worse, should I even try to stop them?
A quiet footstep echoed through the ruins.
Ren and Nora stood apart from the others, near the heart of the ancient stone. Nora's usual brightness was gone. Ren's calm held devastation beneath it. "We remember too," Ren said. Nora knelt, pressing her palm to the stone. "Ours were different." Jaune looked up. "You and Nora." Ren nodded. "Always." "Same souls," Nora whispered. "Different names. Different laughs." Her voice wavered. "But they always ran toward him first." Ren closed his eyes. "And they always slept better when she sang."
The ruins seemed to breathe with them.
Ozpin inhaled, grounding himself. The present demanded his attention. "Ruby Rose," he said aloud. The girl stepped forward, wide-eyed but determined. "From this moment forward," Ozpin continued, voice clear despite the storm inside him, "you will be known as Team RWBY."
Applause followed. Smiles. Relief. Names continued to be called. Partners assigned. Teams formed by chance, by fate, by forces Ozpin could no longer pretend to understand.
"Jaune Arc. Pyrrha Nikos. Lie Ren. Nora Valkyrie."Ozpin paused, just a fraction of a second. "Team JNPR."
Weiss wiped her eyes at the ruins and forced herself to think. "If those towns existed… then the vaults existed too." Jaune's head snapped up. "Yes," Ren said. "Our vaults." "And the original one," Jaune added. The stone beneath them answered, vibrating deeper, older than memory. "Before Maidens," Ren explained. "Before keys. A vault hidden not just from humanity…" "…but from the gods," Blake finished. "Is it still there?" Ruby asked softly.
Ren closed his eyes, sensing. "Yes. Anchored outside the cycle. Untouched." "So they didn't take everything," Yang muttered. "No," Jaune said, standing slowly. "They never could."
Ozpin watched the newly formed teams settle together. They laughed quietly. They exchanged looks of trust. They looked like they can be the next hope for the people.
They could be a good batch, he thought. Strong. Kind. Capable.If the world allows them to graduate. If I allow them.
For the first time in centuries, Ozpin did not feel like a man guiding humanity forward.
He felt like a witness...
Standing at the edge of a story that might finally move beyond him.
At the ruins, Jaune felt it again. Not metal or magic, but only a single glorious purpose.
Something being forged deep within his soul, not to destroy creation, but to end judgment.
"It's almost ready," he murmured. Ruby looked up. "What is?" Jaune met her eyes, steady and unafraid. "A way," he said, "to make sure no one ever loses their children to the will of gods again."
Far away, Salem stirred.
And in a way, a wizard felt a grief he could not name...
And feared a reckoning he might finally deserve.
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SharkCultist
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Jaune Arc was Dying.
Pyrrha had pushed him into a rocket locket to try to save him from the big battle at beacon and he got smacked out of the air like a fly.
So here he lies on the ground a mangled mess of hamburger and bone shards slowly bleeding out.
And apparently hallucinating.
One second he's bleeding out starring at a rock the next second a girl is sitting on it.
She wears a gothic style dress full of frills and ribbons in various shades of grey, red, and purple. Her hair is ash colored and moves in strange ways. But the part that made Jaune absolutely certain he was dying was her eyes. Completely black and darker than any other darkness, they seemed to almost suck the light and leave her face partially in shadows
Why is the grim reaper a loli?
"You are dying sir squire."
Yes. Wonderful dedication. 10/10.
"How fortuitous for you that I am here."
Shes standing over him now and he can see some sort of purple glow just barely visible on the dark pits of her eyes.
"I come to a world without Gods and find a sad broken little thing playing at being the Devil. It is....vexing. like watching a fingerpainter copy a masterpiece you created."
She held her hands over him and dark blood seeped from her skin without any wound to create it.
"I have been many things sir squire, not many of them have been nice. But if I am to pick a fight with the Devil of this world I suppose that makes me God? And gods need a champion. So will you rise sir squire?"
He didn't have a clue what she was talking about. It didn't matter anyway, just the mad ramblings his dying brain cooked up. So not seeing the harm.
Jaune nodded as best he could.
"Wonderful. Then take this gift of blood sir Knight. Rebuild yourself in a image befitting my Knight and get to work."
The blood that she had held over his wounds finally began to obey gravity and dropped down onto his mangled mess of a body.
And Jaune Arc Knew Pain.
His body began twisting and contorting ruined fragments of bone coming together seamlessly and whole. Pulped flesh and organs returning to a pristine and pale state.
It should have felt nice being whole again. But there was a icy feeling in his chest. Like his heart was pumping slushy through his veins. But the transformation was not yet done.
The blood and broken bits of his armor and the locker began to break apart into metal sand and flow across his body leaving behind new armor for him.
Dark in color and far too organic looking it followed every contour of his body up to his chin. Around his lower body was a armored kilt and in his hands was a weapon not meant for a hero.
It was a blade the color of bone run through with jagged veins of purple. There was no guard, no decoration. This was not a blade for showing off, this was a blade for killing.
Jaune Arc stood with his eyes closed and took in a deep breath. Reality seemed to shudder with his inhale as he opened his purple eyes and left without another word.
There were beasts to slay.
That which twists the light watched him leave before she too disappeared without a trace.
Pyrrha had pushed him into a rocket locket to try to save him from the big battle at beacon and he got smacked out of the air like a fly.
So here he lies on the ground a mangled mess of hamburger and bone shards slowly bleeding out.
And apparently hallucinating.
One second he's bleeding out starring at a rock the next second a girl is sitting on it.
She wears a gothic style dress full of frills and ribbons in various shades of grey, red, and purple. Her hair is ash colored and moves in strange ways. But the part that made Jaune absolutely certain he was dying was her eyes. Completely black and darker than any other darkness, they seemed to almost suck the light and leave her face partially in shadows
Why is the grim reaper a loli?
"You are dying sir squire."
Yes. Wonderful dedication. 10/10.
"How fortuitous for you that I am here."
Shes standing over him now and he can see some sort of purple glow just barely visible on the dark pits of her eyes.
"I come to a world without Gods and find a sad broken little thing playing at being the Devil. It is....vexing. like watching a fingerpainter copy a masterpiece you created."
She held her hands over him and dark blood seeped from her skin without any wound to create it.
"I have been many things sir squire, not many of them have been nice. But if I am to pick a fight with the Devil of this world I suppose that makes me God? And gods need a champion. So will you rise sir squire?"
He didn't have a clue what she was talking about. It didn't matter anyway, just the mad ramblings his dying brain cooked up. So not seeing the harm.
Jaune nodded as best he could.
"Wonderful. Then take this gift of blood sir Knight. Rebuild yourself in a image befitting my Knight and get to work."
The blood that she had held over his wounds finally began to obey gravity and dropped down onto his mangled mess of a body.
And Jaune Arc Knew Pain.
His body began twisting and contorting ruined fragments of bone coming together seamlessly and whole. Pulped flesh and organs returning to a pristine and pale state.
It should have felt nice being whole again. But there was a icy feeling in his chest. Like his heart was pumping slushy through his veins. But the transformation was not yet done.
The blood and broken bits of his armor and the locker began to break apart into metal sand and flow across his body leaving behind new armor for him.
Dark in color and far too organic looking it followed every contour of his body up to his chin. Around his lower body was a armored kilt and in his hands was a weapon not meant for a hero.
It was a blade the color of bone run through with jagged veins of purple. There was no guard, no decoration. This was not a blade for showing off, this was a blade for killing.
Jaune Arc stood with his eyes closed and took in a deep breath. Reality seemed to shudder with his inhale as he opened his purple eyes and left without another word.
There were beasts to slay.
That which twists the light watched him leave before she too disappeared without a trace.
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The Brotherhood of Steel
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Idea inspired by May's Christmas skin from Amenity Arena.
May is delivering presents across beacon which means avoiding traps and taking on Ruby and Nora who are trying to capture Santa. Ciel could possibly be her elf helping out.
SharkCultist
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Does the gun shoot coal?
Idea inspired by May's Christmas skin from Amenity Arena.
May is delivering presents across beacon which means avoiding traps and taking on Ruby and Nora who are trying to capture Santa. Ciel could possibly be her elf helping out.
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Cool, vampire knight. Don't know if she's a reference to anything, I thought Feath the endless at first but not her.
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Not exactly? Jaune is more similar to a Revenant than a vampire. So no sunlight weakness but he does have a almost manic need to kill his killer. Which in this case has been set to be Salem and by extension all of the Grimm.
The armor was supposed to be similar to Riku's dark form from kingdom hearts.
She's a Eldritch creature. Not really a god or a demon but she has a habit of breaking other people's toys.