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Can we call fan fictions with really slow slow burns “death trap fic?” Because like death traps, we know what’s going to happen at the end yet we’re still filled to the brim with emotions because literally anything could happen before the runner runs out. Even if it’s at the very last minute.

Just a thought I had but want to know if anyone else agreed with it.

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Me before Vol 7 Ch 8: Man fuck Whitley!

Me after Vol 7 ch 8: That poor baby, Weiss save your fucking brother!

RWBY Tarot Card Help

Hello, all! I’m thinking about doing a persona au for some of the rwby characters. Would you be able to tell me what tarot card suits:

Ruby

Oscar

Penny

Whitley

Winter 

Weiss

Willow

Zwei

Yang

Emerald

Mercury

Cinder

Salem

Ozpin

have yall seen this yet?

RIGHT?!?! THATS WHAT IM SAYING

Checking RWBY voice actors in both English and Japanese is often hilarious because why were most of them in either AoT or FMA or like MHA (haven't watched that one). Now I can't unhear Ymir or Winry whenever Winter or Willow speak, and when I check the Japanese versions I expect Blake to say 'Arumih' in Annie's voice. And don't get me started on Marinette from MLB and Robyn Hill.

Man of the House

The musky aroma of Willow Schnee's ripe body was the only thing that her son, Whitley, noticed. It was a unique perfume of alcohol, expensive moth-eaten silk, and the copious sweat of an unfulfilled, unsatisfied slut.

That odor was a constant with Willow, much like her alcoholism. In the confines of the four-poster bed of Willow's bedroom, however, naked save for her unrivaled beauty and the garters that held up what remained of a pair of satin stockings. Willow's scent was free to mingle with the ruined bed sheets, the musty abandonment that infused the walls of the room, and Whitley's naked lust which ran in copious streams down his slender chest before it pooled in the pit where his pale, down covered ram plundered his mother's endless, swampy depths. More lust flooded freely down Willow's thighs every time Whitley bottomed out against his mother's back.

"My man!" Willow said as her hips ground against Whitley's crotch, "My strong, courageous man! Show me your strength and fuck me!"

Willow abruptly groaned with an animal howl of undeniable emotion and raw sensation that boiled up from between her legs and up her spine and belly. Her wide hips and back tossed ferociously like a stuck mare before she doubled over and groaned again into the pile of thick pillows stacked beneath her.

From behind, Whitley gritted his teeth and groaned as well. It was a yell of extreme, muscular exertion and represented Whitley's exercise of all his strength to pull back on Willow's arms and ride out her frenetic orgasm without getting pulled down onto the bed. If Whitley hits the sheets, he won't be able to get up again, and it is proof of his skill as a horseman that he kept his balance through that ordeal.

At the end of Willow's orgasm, however, Whitley was thoroughly smashed and he had to rest himself against Willow's sweat-drenched back. The rise and fall of her back against Whitley's chest sent a wave of warmth down to the marrow of his bones, and he would have fallen asleep had Willow not stirred, placed her wet, slurred lips close to Whitley's head and said.

"My man, my glorious, fabulous man! So much stronger than your father ~!"

The impact of his adultery and the fact that he had taken the wife of the man he respected most flared in Whitley's mind and sent a wave of shame through his slender frame. He pushed tight against Willow so that her body could cover his nakedness and said,

"I am your son, mother. Not an emotional tampon for your dissatisfaction with father."

Willow responded with a sharp yank on Whitley's hair and forced him to look into her eyes.

"You are my man! Even if you are not, you are the only man in this family after your father! You must prove yourself, whatever the circumstances, you must prove yourself!"

Forced to behold his mother's body, forced to look away from the insane lust that blazed in her once matronly face, the fact that his mother was a wretched wreck of a woman slapped him across the cheek. Her skin was still a perfect, porcelain pale save for the thin blue veins across the tips of her breasts which ruined the cold tundra landscape. Those same breasts were heavy and ripe but hung slightly loose down her sides and exposed the valley of her cleavage. The pouch of belly fat that was always hidden by the corsets she wore fell obscene across her hips, and added a vulgar manner to the white bush that crowned the triangle of flesh that quivered in damp anticipation.

Willow was in a wretched state then, and that was what made Whitley want her most of all.

Willow squealed as Whitley forced her back against the bed and plunged fully into her depths with renewed vigor. The force of Whitley's assault made a horrendous din whenever the bedframe struck the bedroom wall. A din overshadowed by the bestial harmony that swelled from between the bodies of Willow and Whitley. To call those noises animalistic would be a disservice to the beasts of the field and the farm. No animal at their most primal could fall to the depths of the degeneracy plunged by mother and son that torrid night.

Whitley's masculine performance that night could not be outdone, but his untrained and inexperienced body soon proved no match for Willow. Undoubtedly, Willow was far past her prime as a woman. Yet the ardor within her belly burned hot enough to melt the finest blades a man could raise against her. As Whitley struck Willow down, again and again, his back had unknowingly begun to arch farther and farther backward. He had lost control over the rhythm of his thrusts, and he had eagerly overextended his reserves in his wanton abandon.

There then was a painful, paralyzing lurch deep in Whitley's bowels, and the brave hero was struck down before the finish line.

"NO!" Willow said as the sudden paralysis of her son's efforts broke the woman out of her lust-fueled stupor. She had gotten close, but her son had betrayed her expectations and ruined that night's rapturous work.

"Be strong, Whitley!" Willow said again as she spat into her hand and shoved it down between her legs. With clumsy desperation, she alternated furiously between an attempt to bring herself over the edge, and tried to hold her son's eruption back for just a few seconds more.

"Aren't you a man, Whitley?! A strong man?! Show me that you are a man! Fight!"

Helplessly, Whitley lunged forward to kiss his mother on the lips before his weakened, exhausted cock was defeated and he broke just short of his mother's gates. Admirably, Whitley did not give up even at the end. He planted kisses on Willow's face and pawed desperately at her breasts. He even attempted to use his fingers to accomplish what his cock failed to do. It was all in vain, however, and Whitley could only embrace Willow as his loss was indelibly stamped into his body as he quivered, spasmed, and finally fell still.

When Whitley was finally able to get back up, any hopes he had were dashed when he beheld Willow as she lay flat on her back. The marks of their love duel still marked Willow; her hair was disheveled and matted, fluids oozed lazily down her thigh, and her breasts were bared to her son. However, Willow had one hand draped over her face, and her face was turned resolutely to the side.

Willow did not respond when Whitley tried to kiss her, and in his frustrated anger he cursed Willow with all the breath he could muster; Whitley cursed her insensitive womb and her temptress's ways, cursed the burden she had placed upon him, and cursed her deception that brought him to this humiliation.

When Whitley could think of nothing more to say, he petulantly drove his cock into Willow again. Willow once again did not respond and allowed her son to vent himself against her body until the weakness came over him again after a few, meager thrusts. With one final act of pettiness, he straddled Willow and lashed a watery rope of pale seed across Willow's breasts. Finally, spent, Whitley fell alongside his mother's body and fell asleep.

"...because you did start something."

Vacuo Memorial

my only ever contribution to rwby, that one time friend asked what would interest me in s7 and my brain just went hog wild with it

sub plot of old lovers (arthur and willow) torn from eachother, reunite and enact revenge on atlas that broke them down and took their son (revealed to be still livin) and do it in style 

mmm REVENGE COUPLE

I know this is super weird, and I don’t know how I came up with this, but I really think that willow Schnee x Bartholomew oobleck could be a cute couple. I don’t know why I just it’s just a feeling.

I don’t know if I’m crazy or a genius.

I also came up with an interesting ship name, iced coffee.

OK now I will go back into my cave.

RWBY Art Challenge Day 7: A Parent.

This is an AU where nobody dies, but bad role models still exist. 

This is very late, but I started it before I had some stuff come up and just wanted to finish it! I may have missed the last 7 or so days, but I guess my guilt resulted in 4 parents for the price of 1, so that’s something at least!

I actually started coming up with so many ideas for comics I can do featuring the RWBY moms, so hopefully you’ll be seeing lots more comics with them soon!

Till next time! ヽ(　･∀･)ﾉ ☆*:・ﾟ

team moms

Willow the Swan

I'm gonna fly With the swans and show my beauty

Willow is introduced drinking a brand of vodka called The Six Swans. This is a reference to the fairy tale with the same name written by the Geimms Brothers.

This minor reference is interesting for 2 reasons:

It ties Willow and the Schnees in general to the Swans in alchemy

It works as its own allusion by combining itself with the mirror imagery the Schnee Family has

At its root the Six Swans is a story about family, parents trying to protect their children and siblings saving each other. It can easily be seen as a loose representation of Willow's abusive situation, of her fear for her kids' safety and of her passivity towards Jacques.

THE FAIRY TALE

The Six Swans is the story of a King forced to marry an Evil Witch. The Witch targets the King's 7 children (6 sons and 1 daughter) by transforming the sons into swans. In order to save them the sister is tasked with the trial to sew 6 shirts in the course of 6 years. Throughout these 6 years, though, she is not allowed to laugh or talk. While she is sewing, she is found by a King that marries her. Together they have 3 children, but the King's Evil Mother kidnaps them and blames the protagonists. The sister can't talk to defend herself and is sentenced to death by fire. However, the day of the execution is at the end of her 6 years of forced silence. Her brothers turned into Swans come flying, are freed and help their sister defending herself. As a result, the King's Evil Mother is burnt and the 7 siblings, the king and the 3 kids live happily ever after.

The Six Swans basically tells the same story twice. There are 2 families threathened by an Evil Parent and both times the Good Parent is really unable to protect the children. The protagonist as a Sister though is able to save her Brothers and this lets her overcome her passiveness, speak up and find her 3 Children again.

It is easy to see how the story can loosely apply to Willow's situation. She is a mother, who clearly loves her children, but she is unable to fight off Jacques effectively and her weakness leads to an unsafe place for the Schneeblings. All she can do is to task her own daughter with the duty to save both herself and her siblings:

Willow: You haven't come back to stay, have you?

Weiss: No.

Willow: Good.

Willow: No matter what happens, Weiss... please don't forget about your brother.

Weiss: Whitley wants nothing to do with me.

Willow: Of course not, you left him alone. With us.

In a sense, Willow herself has been turned into a swan and trapped into a glass cage:

WILLOW'S 2 MIRRORS

There's a part of me that's desperate for changes, Tired of being treated like a pawn But there's a part of me that stares back from inside the mirror Part of me that's scared I might be wrong That I can't be strong.

Like daughter, like mother. Just like Weiss, Willow too has been split in 2 by Jacques's evil mirror curse. This is made clear since her first appearance, where her 2 opposite mirrors are shown:

On the one hand she looks at her daughter's suffering through the bottle. That is symbolic of her passiveness and of how she seeked refuge into alcohol to try and escape her abuse. On the other hand she looks at herself and Weiss through the cameras she has hidden within the Schnee Mansion. This is a sign of action and hints that Willow has in herself the strength to fight back, but must find it.

Dark is when she is forced to choose who she wants to be:

Symbolically she steps in front of a mirror with her 2 sides just there for her to pick 1:

Will she choose the bottle (passiveness, silence)? Or will she choose the scroll (action, standing up)?

Luckily, she chooses the 2nd and breaks the mirror in the process:

This is also goodbye to her passive Swan form. She finally comes back into herself, as symbolized by her using her semblance to materialize a giant mama boar:

A FAMILY COMING TOGETHER

Once the Evil Witch is removed from the equation, the curse is lifted and we see both Whitley and Willow rapidly growing back into themselves.

Obviously, this is also thanks to the brave Sister who manages to defeat the Evil Parent and his evil magic:

I didn't forget you

Thanks to Weiss, the Swans can go back to being humans and the Schnees can be a family once again.

(On a side note, can we have more swans motifs for the Schnees, please? What about Swan Lake's motif for the Schnee Sisters, which gives context to Weiss's dancer's outfit and to Winter's storm of baby Nevermore? And Whitely would be a wonderful Ugly Ducklyn as he grows into himself)

what if when weiss got her scar it caused her to go blind in her left eye also, but she never really told anyone cuz its an Embarrassing Weakness and just got gud enough that no one really noticed she was half blind. but she thinks everyone knows. she thinks everyone thinks of her as pitiful or stunted bc of it. she gets really sad abt it sometimes. 

I love this so much I just think Salem needs some like the curious cat in her life.

i've always enjoyed the theory that the ever after is salem's (unintentional) creation—positioning her as its author to mirror oz authoring remnant. it's a place that's generally very salem-aligned, so her being its storyteller once upon a time would be cute. even if the place "coming alive" was an accidental side effect, it would still ofc make her the "maker" CC wants to meet and interrogate

ofc CC is transparently another salem mirror (in this 9 season long hall of mirrors all shaped like salem) so the idea of writing a self-insert character that comes alive and realizes they HATE BEING YOU bc your life SUCKS is very funny to me. HRBHDBG

anyway what i'm saying is i think we should let the cat out so they can hang out

Jaune: Thanks for inviting me to dinner Weiss. It’s a great pleasure to get to know your family.

Weiss: *A feint blush on her cheeks* Well, it was the least I could do for all the help you’ve given me.

Willow: Oh believe me, the pleasure is all ours Mr. Arc.

Jaune: Please, call me Jaune.

Willow: 🤭

Jaune: *Accidently spills drink on his shirt* Whoops.

Weiss: Oh no Jaune, your shirt. If you’d like, you can use our shower.

Jaune: No, it’s alright. It’s just a little spot. It’ll come out.

Willow: *Immediately splashes her whole glass of wine on him* Well that’s not gonna come out. You’d better take a shower~

(In Shower)

Jaune: *Whistling to himself as he bathes* 

Willow: *Cuts out hole in wall and peeks through* Oh my~ Quite the strapping young man you brought over Weiss.

Weiss: Mother! Let me see! *Tries pushing Willow out of the way*

Willow: *Holds Weiss back* Weiss, stop shoving! You wouldn’t even know what to do with it.

Weiss: He’s literally my age you cow!

Whitley: *Walks in* What the heck are you two doing in my room?!

Willow: Oh, hello Whitley. We were... just leaving. *Both her and Weiss quickly scurry off*

Whitley: *Curiously walks up to hole in wall* I say, what’s all the fuss about? I don’t get it, what’s in ther-BING BONG, Hello~