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The next member specializes in supporting cover fire and assasination. Obviously the weapon of choice is.... a portable railgun in the shape of sniper rifle. The projectile can be changed for effects, e.p. stun, explosion, finisher. The two bars of the rail gun can be removed and used as long knives, where the rest of the gun is now in a assault rifle mode. Semblance is to be able to project his own vision and hearing further and in other spaces, sort of like a limited form of omniscience.
Main goal is to snipe down hunters when they are fleshed out by the scout and his spawn, or to provide cover fire for squad to advance.
I've watched plenty of them, you dont' have to worry about that. I'm just saying of the few that have been released for RWBY, that's probably the best of the shitpile. Not a ringing endorsement, but the video syncs up with the music is all i'm saying.
Don't have a problem with that. Call it shit, I don't mind either way.
>tfw you find out you have the same OC team name as someone else
I don't really get why people complain about not everyone having or using their semblance/aura. Isn't it kinda like the force? You see Jedi use it all the time, but some people just can't or don't take the time to learn how to use it.
>kara will never open bottles for you while talking like weiss
Okay. I need to stop delaying the inevitable. Have this before I go. Sorry about the drop in quality.
has anyone made a whole gif of this entire scene
how would that even work
>Any BUT kara
may Oum have mercy on your soul.
Because I will show none.
But the only one who didn't know what aura was is Jaune, and he was just some kid that got into Beacon without knowing anything. I'm talking about how people were complaining about how random people don't activate their aura or have their own power anyway.
Mostly because as far as we've been told, the only obstacle for aura use is having it activated by someone. They probably shouldn't be able to use their semblance right away, but they'll still have the passive force field and healing. Yet for some reason this is apparently kept a secret from normal people in Remnant.
It'd make more sense if having an active Aura was a "Burning the candle at both ends" kind of deal, that over the years would exhaust their soul and essentially half their life expectancy. Then it would make sense for the only people who use Aura to be the Hunters
They can already do that with mice in real life, or they're working on it. Two women could make a baby girl, all you need is two X chromosomes, so just extract the DNA from one egg and transplant it into another. Making a male heir would be impossible though without using a sperm donor or something. Kuma's explanation was to cut the leg of one of the X's to make it a Y.
>cut the leg of one of the X's to make it a Y
holy fuck thats fuckin funny
I still hold to the idea that Penny was designed for a similar purpose.
But the idea of hunter-killers generally would work with the whole Atlas/Vale political intrigue that we're told exists.
Help me. I'm drunk enough to where the animation in RWBY looks good.
About 10 minutes away from being Qrow levers of drunk. yayyyyyyyyyyyyy.
Member number three is a saboteur with the semblance to weaken aura and increase aura expenditure in the target. His weapon is a gun that disrupts the pattern of atoms, That creates the effect of weakening atomic bonds (making a force field weak, a bullet impacting metal like a marshmallow). The gun can transform into a disabing net gun that whos net has a stasis effect on whoever it lands on.
Lindsay got way too comfortable in the relationship.
she and Kerry should have been on buff buddies
Hey guys, just dropping by to ask the AMBR anon about his OCs.
Since they are Faunus, what features of the animal do they represent?
I know you listed some but not all.
She looks like, and shares the name and personality of a friend I had a crush on in high school.
A just has smallish antlers
M isn't a faunus
B has cow ears
and big breasts
R has the stereotypical teddy bear ears
I've heard this "features" thing going around here a lot. Do faunus have more to them than just animal bits on their head?
>Kara will never roll her hips for you
I'm real damn sad.
Sideways wisdom teeth.
Otherwise maybe an extra finger on each hand or something?
Doesn't have to be as drastic as full-blown extra limbs.
Maybe instead of extra eyes he has double iris/pupils, like this:
I know that feel, brother.
third times a charm
>A good long year has passed since you married Winter
>You lounge in one of the many entertainment rooms
>A quaint ticking of an antique clock filled the atmosphere
>Wearing a nice pair of slacks and SDC Tee
>Just enough to comfortably contemplate life
>Where would you be if Winter hadn't picked you up?
>You busy yourself with whatever's around
>Huntress Magazine lies on the extravagant coffee table
>How'd her sister get in there again?
>You decide to just, flip through a bit...
>The door flings open
>Swap the magazine for a book on Grimm
>You turn at neck break speed
>It's only Winter
>"Oh! Hey honey, how was your day?"
>Winter strolls into the room behind you
>"Swell, and yours?"
>Your wife lounges next to you on the comfy sofa
>She rests her head on your shoulder and slithers her arms around your waist
>The warmth of her body is shared with yours
>The methodic tick of the clock fills the air once more
>"How've your studies been going?"
>You flip through the oh-so interesting book
>"Hmmm, don't you think you deserve a reward for working so hard?"
>Her hands slip to the bands of your slacks
>They move all the way around
>Shimmying lower and lower
>Aw hell yeah
>"You haven't given up on trying for a kid, have you?"
>The two of you've been trying for a child, but nothing's happened over the year
>Neither of you are infertile
>Things just haven't been working, sadly
>"Of course I haven't, Winter."
>Smiling back at her
>"So shall we?"
>You awake from another long session of love with Winter
>Night has fallen
>The clock only just chimed three in the morning
>You look down to find that Winter's wide awake
>And that her eyes are longingly staring into yours
>The moonlight through the glass balcony doors reveals her figure
>Slick curves make up your wife's body beneath the covers
>Mother Nature had been nice to her
>"So.. still think this is all a dream?"
>Winter chuckles and scoots closer to you
>She warmly smooches you on the lips
>You actually thought that back then
>Thinking every minute with Winter was a dream or a trick
>"Just a little bit."
>Playing around with her
>You pull her closer and smother her back with passionate kisses
>"Well I can't have you thinking that this is all still some kind of trick."
>Winter shifts her body and mounts you from underneath the covers
>Her nightgown is just barely visible from the darkness
>She fluffs her hair and a waterfall of silky white hair tickles your thighs
>Her fingers run through the elastics of your undergarment
>A crash echoes in the mansion just then
>"What the hell was that?"
>Footsteps clutter the atmosphere
>You faintly hear a set of words you never thought you'd hear
>"Take the Schnee AND her husband."
>This is one of those days you've waited for
>Winter leaps off of you and opens her drawer
>You do the same and draw a handgun out yours
>One in the chamber
>You're completely silent
>Waiting for them to kick in the door
>"If they got this far, it means security's been taken out."
>Winter continues to scramble through her drawer
>Her saber can't possibly be in there, what's she looking for?
>Your eyes return to be fixated on the only entry
>And possible exit
>She pulls out a refulgent vial-like tube
>"Never thought I'd have to use this-"
>Winter sinks the mysterious object into her neck
>She winces sharply
>What the hell?
>You turn and see an empty plastic syringe in her limp hand
>Winter's crumpled body lay beside the bed
>Oh God no
>She starts convulsing on the floor
>You check her pulse
>Oh God why
>Why would Winter just leave you like this?!
>What are they going to do with your bodies afterwards?
>Winter never told you what happened to the family friends AFTER they get whacked by WF members
>She'd want you to stay strong though
>You steel your nerves and make a break for the closet
>Leaving Winter's body behind felt easier than you thought
>The door is blasted into splinters and orbs bob into the bedroom
>It's time to make some fucking grass grow
>One of them yells something incomprehensible
>Blinding flashes of light emanate from the room's windows as aura is expended
>Guns go off in a blaze
>You can't see what's happening
>Ears ringing like a school bell
>Your eyes adjust to the darkness once more
>You come to your senses just in time
>Two figures are struggling in the middle of the room
>A flowing mass moved to and fro, eventually toppling over
>The trembling blade of a knife flickers between the masses
>It has to be Winter!
>You get out of cover to help your wife
>Luckily, it's Winter winning
>Her struggling sends chills up your spine
>"Do you have any idea how long I've waited for a night like this?"
>She leans more on the knife between the her and the assailant
>"I will NOT let any of you touch MY. MAN."
>You aim your handgun at his head
>Gotta do something to help, right?
>"F-Fucking shoot her man!"
>Her neck snaps to you
>Winter breaks the knife free and jabs it into the intruders skull
>She doesn't stop for a while
>A long while
>Taking it all in
>This is your wife doing this shit
>Nothing was left but a soupy red mess caked with slits and cuts
>Going to have a hard time ID'ing who the person was
>In fact, all six bodies
>White Fang sympathizers, all of them
>Humans who've betrayed their race
>Winter remarks under her breath
>It's hard to judge if the others fared better from the kill you just saw
>One had his spine caved in with foam frothing from his mouth
>Another poor bastard had her legs inverted like a goats and arms twisted in opposite directions
>Amazingly, one of them was missing a whole chunk from their gut, just a perfectly shaped crater
>The other mangled bodies... you couldn't stomach to look at
>Their stench wasn't helping either
>An unholy stench was already filling the room
>"Anon, you okay?"
>Winter's voice blooms in your ears
>You think you hear footsteps moving towards you
>You snap out of your trance
>Your wife's soft hands are cupping your cheeks
>Her lips are quivering
>Was she going to cry?
>Please cry, it'd give you the excuse to start too
>"I'm fine, don't worry about me."
>Her eyes suddenly go wide and she whips away from your face
>She whips away from your face
>"I can feel ten more in the house."
>"Are you... okay?"
>"Yeah-yeah feeling great."
>Winter brushes away from you
>"You were dead just a few minutes ago, and then you got up and killed these guys, somethi-."
>"It doesn't matter, we... you... are okay, that's what matters most right now."
>"In that case, stay in the bedroom until I tell you so."
>Winter makes way for the doorway
>Fuck that noise
>"You're unarmed and you want to go out?"
>"I'll be back before you know it."
>She zips into the dark hallway
The fourth member is the squad leader. Weapon is a gauntlet that allows the wearer to fashion weapons in many different forms that are made out of pure energy that is extracted from his aura. Semblance is an ability to revive allies that are down or knocked out at the cost of his own aura
I kind of imagined that the team who's names will need help with are equipped with powersuits. Powersuits similar to those that Spartan IVs use, but less bulky. With the main purpose is to have a batterypack on the back that serves a mobile battery for storing aura generated and lost normally when not in use.
So i might need help with coming up with the names as I am shit at these things.
>You chase after who you believe is Winter
>A few figures dash to an open door at the end of the hall
>You mag dump in the general direction and see a few bright flashes
>Two bodies are lumped on the ground
>tfw EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE again
>Another figure pops from one of the doorways
>The sillohute gives you a thumbs up
>It twistedly stomps the two bodies into chunks
>Bits of bone and teeth fly to your feet
>Your hearing slowly creeps back
>Sloshes and gushes are what accompany the gore
>It's a trauma-inducing musical
>The thing abruptly stops
>An outline of your wife's bang sways side to side
>A pair of stunning ice blue eyes were getting larger and brighter
>She was getting closer to you
>"Hey-hey Winter, it's me."
>Dismembered limbs squish and crack under her feet
>What's she going to do to you?
>You retreat back into the bedroom
>What had she done to herself?
>"I still want to play with you, Anon."
>She sounded like an apparition
>Low, monotonous and lifeless
>Even the way she moved was frictionless
>"Stay back Winter, you're not sane."
>"Oh? But I am~."
>You back up further into the bedroom
>You stumble over a corpse and splash in the puply blood
>"Just come here so I can take good care of you."
>Winter's eye tingled brightly from the moonlight
>Your wife effortlessly crushes the crumpled bodies on the floor
>You quickly crawl backwards until you hit the wall
>She gropes the air in front of her
>Is this how you die?
>Torn apart by your own lover?
>"FINALLY! I got you!"
>She giggles like a school girl
>She's enjoying this
>"Winter, if you're still there, ju-just know that I love you!"
>You stick your palm out and cowardly cover your eyes
>"Well of course, I love you too."
>Her voice broke into the one you knew
>Winter gently caresses your hand and uncovers your face
>You see a familiar pair of sharp yet serene eyes
>"Now come with me, quickly."
>Compared to how she was a few minutes ago, it was lightening the mood
>But where was she taking you?
>She guides you down a room at the end of the hall
>It's the other, less nightmarish lounge
>How many lounges were in the house again?
>Your wife props the knob with a chair
>"We only have five minutes until the other security force gets here."
>Why is she saying that like it's a bad thing?
>"Winter why wo-"
>She grabs your crotch
>"Wanna see Heaven before they arrive?
>The blood on her hand stains your drawers
>You look at your wifes blood splattered face
>Her pupil dilated to the max
>Darting from your eye to the other
>Breasts drenched in blood and sweat
>Nipples erecting through her favorite nightgown
>She heaves and pants, stroking your bulge
>You drop your boxers and whatever clothing you have to the ground in a flash
>Winter flings her nightgown into the air and rolls her soaking panties to her ankle
>She slams you onto the sofa playfully
>"Winter! I'm on top!"
>"Nah-ah I'm still on top tonight."
>Winter handles your cock inside of her greedy self
>Can you really be upset?
>She rides you like never before
>Something about it so primal as she grinds you into dust
>She wraps her arms around you and even more furiously pounds herself on your rod
>Your wife is only inches away from your face
>The bang floats waves as she moves herself up and down
>"I couldn't give two shits if they break the door down on us."
>Her raw emotions spew out
>She looked so happy, more than ever
>You cum in her without even knowing
>First time you busted a nut in less than four minutes
>Bright morning rays shone through the elaborate dining hall windows
>It warmly embraced your body
>Turns out, the White Fang had been planning the attack for a long time
>You read the other details that the press made on your scroll
>Something something Schnee's, something something Faunus
>Nothing new, been there done that
>But what happened that night was life changing
>"This is some good coffee."
>Winter interrupts your reading
>"Thank you, I made it special for us today."
>"Really? For what?"
>"Eh, just felt like today'd be a special day."
>Silverware clangs together as the two of you enjoy breakfast
>"We should do that again; what happened a few weeks ago."
>Winter's fork stops half way to her mouth
>"The sex... Ooor the killing?"
>"Aaaah...haha, yeah, the other one was pretty messed up..."
>"Yeaaah, what was that all about anyways? The thing in the syringe?"
>Winter laughingly stammers out before she forks her food in her mouth
>"If I told you, I would have to kill you."
>Her expression turns awry for a moment
>She sets her utensil on her plate
>"Well, I have something to say too."
>You put your set down and pay close attention to her
>Your wife looks incredibly distraught
>She won't stop staring at her plate
>"What's wrong? Did I mess up the bacon?"
>She hesitates to say something
>"We did it."
>She sniffles a bit
>"I'm pregnant, you simpleton."
>Her voice cracks and warmly smiles at you
>Tears trickle from her eye
>You catch her contagious smile
>"I'm going to be a father?"
>You scoff in disbelief
>"D'aaww, come here Winter."
>You stand from your chair as she does
>Hugging your beautiful, life bearing wife
>"I'm so happy, Anon..."
>"I know, I am too."
>Aww fuck, now you're starting to cry
>"From here on out, we have to give everything our all, for our baby."
>You squeeze Winter tighter
>"Yeah, for our baby."
I've always had a thing against "this weapon can change its form to any weapon", but pretty cool team. I don't really see the need in a team used to capture hunters though, unless they were used in the war or something.
I was thinking as to how these guys are shadow operatives and not on the books. So the team name would be something supernatural. maybe an acronym version of phantom "FNTM" or Aether "ETHR"
Not him but I've got the cap
Here's what I got:
ESPR - Esper
MRAG/MRGE - Mirage
IDLN/IDON - Eidolon
VAPR/VPRE - Vapor
SCTR/CPTR/SPCR - Specter
SHDE/SHAD/SHDD - Shade
NULL/NILL/NLLL/ - Null
VOID/VVOD/VODD - Void
And of course NONE, but it along with a few in here have problems with the color rule.
OKAY. Story is done... who wants to hear it?
Also.. Fuck I really want good food.
[Also.. the animation and voice acting is still looking/sounding good. I need more alcohol./spoiler]
I assume you mean quiver?
>not using blood bound
>not getting immediate reaper
>be me, haven't played since the eve of year 2, when I properly murderfuxked Atheon for the first time, despite owning the game since before Crota's End
>still fondly remember sick space nukes
>see stormcaller, love look and synergy
>know I'll never give up voidwalking
>When you have to upscale some art to not strain your own eyesight
Insanely conveluted logic behind the spelling and color justification, but here we go:
Pronounced Ella Gih, Gije being the spelling and somewhat similar pronounciation of the Turkmen word for night
Pronounced Sunny Et
Shortened to Prose, As much or little relation to the show's Rose family as you want.
I think you caught on to the theme by now.
Sure thing here's the latest that I had. I think that's all of them?
Well sure, but they have to have actual names that fit the color rule.
Codenames could be:
And I disagree, after having worked on so many missions together it's totally reasonable for them to be on a first name basis with eachother.
Command won't call them that though of course.
Was playing through DW Gundam and had RUBY on in the background when it came to the dock fight with Penny. With her weapon she reminded me of Nu Gundam and my pic.
>I've assigned a team for this mission
>Have you? Who have you decided?
>...Is no one suitable?
>No, a team was chosen for the mission
>Well who have you chose?
>How is anything suppose to get done with no one assigned to it?!
>The task is in capable hands
>Ozpin, you are trying my patience
Literally only works when people are morons and stay in groups, or Rift I've never been able to get into Warlock. Or Titans, really. I think I just can't get used to the jumps
For RWBY relation, what Class/Subclass of Destiny would each RWBY play?
>Ruby - Hunter/Gunslinger
>Weiss - Warlock/Stormcaller
>Blake - Hunter/Nightstalker
>Yang - Titan/Sunbreaker
Kudos if you caught the stupidly done Kung Pow reference
Here's some Pyrrha foot smut for you guys, happy fappings.
Anon struggled his way into his cabin dorm, having had a hard training session with one Pyrrha Nikos. With Jaune 'doing his own thing', Anon had seen Pyrrha training on her own, and did what he thought was right: you offered to train with her.
They called her invincible for a reason. She had gone easy on you, but she had made you sweat like no other. You couldn't help but eye her strong body, and at one point, you managed to grab hold of her boots and, during the struggle, yank them off, revealing pretty, supple feet. Unfortunately, she soon magnetized her boots back onto her feet, but you had a peek, and you couldn't get them out of your head.
She had thanked you for the training, and left, leaving you struggling to get a shower, then going back to your cabin. When you got into your dorm, you saw it was dark, and you moaned, struggling to find a light. You got to your bed, found your bedside light, and flicked it on.
When you flick on the light, you see a pair of succulent soles in front of your face. You were back in surprise, but then realize who the feet belonged to, judging by the arches and length of the soles: Pyrrha.
She looks over to you and smiles, she's clad in nothing but a bikini, her large breasts and wide hips looking ever so delicious, but it is her feet that captured your attention. Her toes wiggle absentmindedly, her soles creasing ever so slightly, while Anon tries to make out what's going on.
“I, er, Pyrrha, I-”
She smirks at you, “Call it a favor for the training. I thought I'd let you indulge in my feet.”
You decide, to hell with it, and you grab both ankles. You move your face up to Pyrrha's exposed soles, and roll your tongue up, licking up the inline of the soles in an attempt to make her giggle. Giggle, she does, and the cute noises only make your cock expand further and further, your girth stretching against the fabric of your pants. When you get up to Pyrrha's toes, your tongue wraps around each toe one by one, and you wrap your lips around her big toes, sucking them and taking in her taste. Clearly, she had just washed her feet along with her body, as there was only the faint taste of leather.
Your hands move up to her bare soles, and begin to pinch and rub the soft soles of the amazonian beauty. She squirms, her face clinching into a restrained giggle, and your fingers hook to tickle up her soles. You brush your fingers hard against the bottoms of her feet, and soon enough, her head fell back and she burst into a fit of adorable laughter. Her toes wiggled and curled in your lips while under the tickle assault, but she made no effort to push you off, and in case she tried, you began nibbling at her toes, all while your length expanded to full mast.
“Oh, stop it, hehehehe!” Pyrrha giggles, her hands gripped against the bed covers, laughing heartily now. The sense of domination you held over the girl, along with how adorable she was as she struggled against the tickle torture, was oh so arousing, and you feel yourself rip your clothes off, revealing your naked body and cock to Pyrrha, who was too busy laughing to notice.
She notices when you stopped the tickling, and then put her soft feet against your mast. You groan, such succulent, soft soles resting on the length of your cock, and you lie back. Pyrrha looks down at her feet around your cock, then at your face, then she smirks.
She begins to move her feet up and down, rubbing your cock constantly, her soft soles pressed right between your warm shaft. It felt way too good, and you can't help but moan at the heavenly massages Pyrrha's feet delivered onto your cock. Y put your hands to your head as your cock begins to stiffen further, and Pyrrha helps your pleasure by clasping her toes around your shaft, rubbing harder and harder, clutching tighter and tighter.
“Oh Pyrrha...” you moan, and your cock stiffens even harder, a strange familiar sensation flooding through your body. You feel it begin to collect at the tip of your cock, and Pyrrha then spreads her toes, allowing her soles to deliver the full rubbing onto your length. That didn't help any, and your cock gets tighter and tighter, no matter how hard you try to hold it in, the familiar sensation emerges.
“I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh God I'm-” suddenly, your shaft fires out threads of white, creamy semen, and Pyrrha turns her feet so the cum gathers on her soles, while her little toes continue to rub your cock. You moan in ecstasy from both the footjob and the sexy sight of semen gathering around Pyrrha's soles and toes, and you can only breathe in and out, shivering with pleasure, as Pyrrha removes her feet from your softening cock.
“That was pretty fun, I have to admit,” Pyrrha admitted with a bashful smile. But then she lifted her feet up, and showed off the cum dripping down her soles, her toes curling and spreading, showing off as much as her cum-covered feet as she could. You nod in agreement, and could barely see Pyrrha licking off the semen from her feet. She smacked her lips, and grinned.
“Your secret sauce is pretty tasty, too,” Pyrrha smiled, “we should do this again sometime.”
Oh god FootAnon's back.
>You are Qrow
>And you have done yourself the favor of getting very drunk of er the course of today.
>In the past half hour you have enjoy... you don't know how many shots of how much alcohol.
>But you know that fun times will continue if you ingest more.
>You turn you attention to the glowing monitoyr over your head.
>Yayyyyyyyyyyy. It's Ruby and Yang's turn.
>About goddamn time.
>Five bucks says Rwby was dumb enough to visit Summer's grave before this.
>that would explain some of her stupud fucking ideas in this fight.
>Who the fuck is dumb enough to let someone get behind yoy like that?
>Especially she can move as fas as she can.
>Little fucker needs a good old fashioned training exercise . Like what they have you when you fucked up in Beacon back then.
>Oobleck insists on being called "Dr." now.
>Fuck you. You're still an overly stimulated ph.D candidate as far as I'm concerned.
>And why are you elaborating on how the tournament works?
>THERE'S A FIGHT GOING ON, YOU BASTARDS
>YEs. LETS GET BACK TO THE MATCH AT HAND, YOU WEAK-MINDED FUCKS.
>Wow. A weapon you acn right.
>where was that when you were in school?
>too bad the girl riding it cna't even land on her feeeeeeet~
>that coordinated on the board.
>That uncoordinated on the ground.
>She deserves to be beaten by some faunus chick.
>Yang's now fighting a brown chick
>Complete lack of technique and self control
>Just how you taught her..
>You take another shot of whatever the hell the bartender just put in front of you.
>Too bad she also can't keep her footing worth shit.
"Come on!!! It's JUST SOME ICE!"
>The bartender looks at you funny
>You've givin him enough cash to mut his kid through a semseter's worth of classes at the point.
>Who the fuck was that pink haired guy?
It's everything I imagined it to be and more...
I'm no footfag, but for some reason Pyrrha's foot is pleasing in this picture, so have this ya footfag.
I got really good at it
Titan jumps are very robust, very strong. Glide is weird.
>not realizing NB is ranged FoH
>not blinking, then immediately aiming at ground
>not performing trick shots with NB
>not embracing your inner Gjallerhorn by equipping nothing manacles
NB is great for when something NEEDS TO DIE. Arcblade in the distance? NUKE.
The drunk is so strong it's coming through the screen!
>Oh.. just bait for Ruby.. apparently..
>what the fuck girl..
>Don't look at him like he actually matters.
>God bless teh Schnee chick
>Too bad she's somehow even less fuckable than her older sister..
>Yay... Glyphs... how original...
>OH COME THE HELL ONJ
>HOW THE FUCK DO YOU LET THAT PEON GET PAST BOTH OF YOU?!
>Ooo... Yeah. New Crystal.. how scary
>Smart money says faunus chick still wins.
>Hah. Yep. Faunus > Humans.
>time for the race war.
>Paink haired guy abd obvious man continue to suck
>and get wrapped up into...
>What hte fuck power is that?
>Smells like bullshit.
>Woooo. here comes the one competent person in the mach
>Based delicious brown.
>Show me what you got.
>Lets see you shatter this motherfucking iceball
>and she did it.
>Fucking a. Way to shatter a ball of solid water.
>oooo. rice ramp. I wonder what'll happen next.
>WHY WASTE THE AMMO ON ACCELERATION?!
>THAT SHIT AIN'T CHEAP.
>And then they all went flying
>Towards the group what was stupid enough to stand together
>In one spot.
>Thank you Yang,
>For punishing them for their stupidity.
>Way to throw one punch....
>honestly... Tea, ABRN shoud've won
>Id onlt for the ddord of that one borown/blode girl.
>She deseves better than this.
That's it for now. Drop another suggestuon (It can be pre season 3) and wI will apply drunk Qrow to it.. but I need soe one to cap it.
Let ie be known that I have not spotted drinking
U gonna stroke the forge?
In all seriousness tho,
Titans need to focus on positioning and gunplay. Strikers have great neutral game, and setting up in an area can do wonders. Defenders are now borderline op due to y2 NBP. Sun breakers are sunbreakers.
Warlocks can ease up on gunplay; their grenades and extended melee are very strong.
Hunters are all gunplay. Set up shop, take some faces
>Id onlt for the ddord of that one borown/blode girl.
Jesus fuck man.
>I have not spotted drinking
My fucking sides. You be careful.
Can the show just be about Qrow now?
Dog bliss America
Drunk Qrow capped for its majesty and vapors.
Are the Real Nigga Hour requests done? If so I'm going to start posting the Ruby Comfort greentext.
Jesus shit I didn't realize that many people were interested still.
Gonna start by reposing the first two parts because I can't be assed to dig through the archives.
>You begin making the long arduous climb up the stairs to your dorm room at Beacon
>"Oh no, third floor's perfectly fine," You mumble to yourself "It's just a few flights of stairs, afterall..."
>The sounds of your passive aggressive muttering and heavy footsteps fill the halls
>It's awfully quiet tonight...
>Finally you arrive at your room
>You open the door and drop your bags on the ground
>20 feet below you they land with a muffled thud
>It is at this moment that you realize you're currently standing on the only remaining chunk of floor amidst a gaping void that was once your room
>"Oh for FU-"
>The sound of a throat being cleared in a manner that somehow manages to convey intense disapproval interrupts you
>You turn around to see a stone-faced Goodwitch
>She hands you a note
>"You've been assigned to this room for the time being, until yours has finished being reconstructed."
>You slide your bag back onto your shoulder, having been lifted by Goodwitch, and begin the trek back down the stairs to the second floor dorms
>On your way out you faintly hear what sounds like "Not paid enough to deal with this shit..."
>Just another Tuesday night, as far as you're concerned
>You're just outside the door of your designated 'temporary housing' when you hear it:
>Running water and loud, shameless vocals
>Not only is your new room shared, but it's shared by a peppy little manic-pixie-dreamgirl who's probably going to want to solve all your problems
>You raise your hand to knock before stopping yourself
>The shrill scream that is the universal white chick greeting is heard in the back of your mind
>Not today, motherfucker
>You practically kick open the door, ignoring the shriek of surprise from the girl in the kitchen, and hurl your bags into directions unknown before collapsing into a heap on the nearest bed
>The sheets smell nice
>Fuck, that probably means it's that girl's bed
>Whatever, your room got deleted from Beacon, you aren't moving for shit
>After a few seconds of laying there, you hear soft, timid footsteps approach
>You remain catatonic
>"Um, my name's Ruby! What, uh, what's yours?"
So.. Looking for a nect fight ro drunklenly give ommentary to.
Give me afight. From eithe season. And WI will eventualyl get seo it.;
I so don't care about spelling at thos oint. I also give up on formatting.
Sweet mother of fuck
Not yet, but sooooon
When is Roman coming back?
He's so much better than that fire witch, I hope him and Adam betray her.
That's because kids these days have no sense of morality. I've seen 10 year olds calling eachother cocaine addicted, dried up sluts.
I hate to sound old, but it's a goddamn disgrace.
Ah, right. Forgot that one.
So, it's Damn, Hell, Shit, Bitch/Bastard, Fuck, Cunt. Am I missing something?
>You sit at the far end of a long table, an untouched plate of freshly baked cookies lying before you
>After your introductions Ruby told you more about the nature of your current predicament
>Apparently your roomate's girlfriend accidentally blew up your room, as well as about three of the rooms next to it
>This same girlfriend of your roomate's also happens to be Ruby's sister
>Hence the guilt-cookies
>Ruby looks cheerful enought, but you can hear the twinge of pain in her voice from your refusal to sample her sweets
>Begrudgingly you take a single cookie
>"Uh yeah, I ate before I got back to the dorms."
>Ruby breathes a sigh of relief at your explanation, then a glint appears in her eyes
>"So... if you're not going to eat them all, you're fine with me having the rest, right?"
>That was a pretty swift recovery
>"Yeah, sure I guess, you made them after all."
>It is at this moment that you finally bite into the cookie, and immediately regret your decision
>This is hands-down the greatest creation of bakery to have ever graced your tastebuds
>A soft yet firm cookie, warm to the couch and bursting with rich melt-in-your-mouth chocolate
>An absoulte marvel of culinary engineering
>Yet when you awaken from your chocolate-chip coma, a nightmarish sight awaits you
>The angel responsible for the immaculate confection has transformed into a savage demon
>In her gaping maw rests not one, two, or five, but ALL of the precious desserts
>Not like this
>You plead wordlessly, but to no avail
>The gate closes
>The cookies are gone forever, locked in the acidic pits
>Goodnight, sweet Prince
>And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest
Part 4 on the way~
Nah, those are really only offensive to certain groups, not people in general.
Damn, I missed alot. Though I think Asshole is just generally assumed under the Ass umbrella.
>just realized that the room explosion was from the Yang story
Fuck I'm retarded. Good job with the story Ace
Have a tiny Rubes for being the first to point out the blindingly obvious.
I can't even tell if that's a Rube or not
Pic related, I forgot why I have it or what it's supposed to be
Part 4 on the way soon guys, just so you know.
Reminder that Nora fights for your safety and her bloodlust!
Took a while but here you go, first attempt at putting in some graphics, hopefully it isn't too bad. If anyone has a better name, shoot.
Still waiting for psycho berserker Nora erotically smearing blood on herself
Get hyped for Murdere Nora
>Zwei was bitching to Tai about having knocked another woman up
>Refuses to clean the house and make him meals
>Tai sends him to RWBY because he knows Zwei's OCD will drive him crazy trying to clean up after the girls
Does anyone have the two parts of May and Bake by any chance?
>"Woah, awe shou oshay?"
>To your surprise tears have started to leak from the corner of your eyes
>The stress of the past few days comes crashing down on you all at once
>You get up from the table and fall into a slump on the bed, a cascade of sorrow flowing down your face
>Head in your hands you sit, sobbing uncontrollably
>"Hegh, Ah'm *gulp* I'm sorry for eating all the cookies, I can kinda get carried away, haha-"
>It's not even about the damn cookies anymore
>Your recent romantic failures
>Even your fucking room
>A never-ending parade of fuck-ups and self-manufactured catastrophes, all your efforts just lead to failure after failure, and as a result everything in your life is going to shit and you can't ev-
>A warm embrace seizes your thoughts and tackles you onto the mattress
>A kind, gentle soul nuzzles against your neck
"Close your eyes,"
>You shut out the world for a moment
"Don't you cry,"
>Your tears turn to a tiny trickle and dry up
"Love's around you"
>You focus on the vibrations of those same vocals you found so irritating just a few moments ago
"In time you'll fly"
>You reach out and return the embrace, clutching the girl next to you with all your being
>You stay like that for a while
>"Yang used to sing that to me when I was little."
>"It helped a lot."
>You both lay there for a while, listening to the beat and breath of your entwined bodies
>"Thanks for that Ruby. I've been dealing with a lot lately, and I-"
>Ruby interrupts you, squeezing tighter
>"You don't have to say anything right now. You just have to be."
When Yang checked up on her sister the next morning, she found Ruby entangled in a knot of limbs with another, vaguely familiar student.
Neither had even bothered to change out of their uniforms, yet they slept in eachothers arms with a look of contentedness that almost made her jealous.
Her duty done, she made her exit, and with a smile let loose a low whisper
>"You did alright, sis."
I think so, here's the first one I think.
And part 2
Cute and fluffy, nice man.
Know the feel man, hope to see a part three. They were both nice.
Things that happened over the course of writing this:
>Computer Crashes (Plural)
>4 A.M. Tornado Alerts
>Emergency Procedure lady waiting FOUR FUCKING HOURS to let us out of said Tornado Alert
It's fucking Texas, that's a normal Tuesday night ya goddamned Yankee
>Not a single fucking tornado
>Roommate bringing in a friend suffering from acute alcohol poisoning
>Sudden bouts of narcolepsy
>Elder gods demanding blood rites for the safe passage of the greentext
Hell of a couple of days.
2 hours late but holy shit Roman's face
>Left foot, hop, right foot, hop, left foot, hop, right foot, hop
>Her footwork was exactly like a boxer's,quick little bounces, bobbing head & shoulders, impressive given the belly
>With a few more aura cushioned hops, the stack of dishes and utensils were parsed out on the table in the backyard
>You've got the only normal sized plate, the other eight are 3 times as big, though thankfully the designs were the same, fancy filigree or you'd get earful from Weiss
>This made the normal sized glasses look ridiculous, but when dealing with hunters you get used to a certain amount of ridiculous
>On your end, you set up the chairs, fireproofed wood with insulated cushions and metal reinforcement, features you looked out for ever since the housewarming party
>"Alright Yang, table's set, now how about drinks?"
>"Strawberry punch for Ruby, ice water for Blake and Weiss, pink lemonade for Jaune and Nora, tea for Pyrrha and Ren"
>"Best compromise; Jaune gets his lemonade & Nora get's something pink, vomit boy's surprisingly serious about his lemonade"
>"But enough to argue with Nora?"
>"I know right? Pyrrha told me it had something to do with his sisters and X-Ray & Vav Issue #26"
>"So punchbowl, fancy pitcher, and the tapped barrel, got it"
>After dragging the drink table over to closer, with liberal encouragement from Yang of course
>"Come on, put your back into it! Just imagine we're back in that Vacuan hotel room!"
>With a last grunt, you manhandled the table into place, then march to the garage for the barrel, a gift from Nora
>Lifting it was pretty easy, a happy consequence of Yang's increased weight, and with minimal fiddling you got it situated on your shoulder
>Still, a hard, wooden barrel is pretty different from a squirming, squishy blonde
>A quick jog back to the backyard and you're dumping the barrel onto the table, rubbing your smarting shoulder
>You feel a soft hand grasp your shoulder
>"Let me help you with that"
This Story is nice and comfy thanks anon
You'll never spend a Christmas with Yang and your children
Still kind of disappointed that Garnett dosent exist.
Best bots together
Not soon enogh
Also all this writing
Gotta get back in the game
I hope part of their plan to destabilize Blake involves them sending a video of Neo giving Adam the best blow job he's ever had.
Then they send Sun and video of one of those times where Adam swore to Blake that his phone was off.
You can't really believe that, can you anon? We already knew for sure he was interested in her, and it must be getting pretty hard to pretend Blake isn't also interested in him.
The salt is real, holy shit.
What are you, Dash?
Say no more, my friend. That response tells me more than any other answer possibly could.
art is hard
anon, this is why we have headcannons. Look at it this way, the show may be shit, but your mind can have whatever it wants, introduce whatever it wants, create whatever it wants. At the very least, you're working your creative juices.
shit. now I can just imagine that when she was young, she wanted to get into a team with her friends, and form a team called DMKE. But, during initiation, she got paired with some rando chucklefucks
Anon, I need to know for my own sake; please tell me you have some iota of self-awareness to realize how stubborn and delusional you appear to be.
Writer of May and Bake here.
You guys gave me an idea, I think.
Reminder that The Meta would kick RWBY, JNPR, CFVY and SSSN's collective asses
There isn't really anything to tell, she doesn't really have any personality or character to speak of. She's a rabbit, she get's bullied, she has a box.
There's a lot to know.
rumor has it that she's a faunus.
Not bad but can be better
What if "Here be Grimm island" is like the Zone.
It was mutated after the color war and the accidental release of high yield dust munitions.
May was born and raised by her parents in the zone.
Parents died and she became a S.T.A.L.K.E.R.
She was found by a team of researchers and was taken to improve her skills at an academy.
MFW I just spoiled both my AC inspired back story fic and my May/Rube hit the range and May tells Ruby about her backstory
Best at fellatio.
Hell at this point I got at least 2 more I can milk from the explosion, then I'll have to make new events to link to.
I like the idea of having all my greentext being loosely a result of Yang's explodey-candles.
Many many guns.
And upgrades for said guns.
Mixes in survival horror with the monsters and low ammo.
Factions that you can join and help.
Stalker is a game about squat shooting at other squatters, and occasionally running into monsters who mostly try to run into you
protip you need to squat and shoot when that happens
I don't think we've actually got an edit like that.
Someone get to spending 10,000 hours in Photoshop?
why wait? start leaving checkhov's guns everywhere. Ruby went to kitchen for cookies(presumably), talked to another anon in kitchen(presumably). Other Anon something something plot hook.
dude i had an amazing idea. So the source material for STALKER, the books, in them the protagonists daughter is affected by the protagonist being a stalker who spends long amounts of time in the zones. May covers one eye, why not have that eye have a mutation from the zone? idk, i haven't slept in a very long time, this may be a bad idea.
And the survival horror has heavy elements of psychological horror to it at points as well.
Ask and you shall recieve
Does anyone have this saved?
All according to the layout that I have scheduled for future plans.*
*This could also be called a keikaku.
Like, just from tapping her? Yeesh, Yang. Calm yo titties.
>captcha: prodshe was
Would you subscribe to Nora's BBQ youtube channel?
Would you try her country sausage gravy?
There's an obvious correlation with becoming most improved girl and getting better at blowjobs
Poor Fido. At least she was happy in the end even if she's alone for now.
Why not both?
Man guys i'm having girl problems today and i need something to cheer me up. post cute!
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son. Got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one.
Fuck, forgot the pic
It's like watching your starter Pokemon evolve.
They grow up so fast
>Penny in the top
>Nora at 21
>neptune above anyone
>Melanie over Miltia
I like dogs..... Shut up
Here's the cap of the story not three inches above you.