Just a place for my stray RWBY Plot bunnies and ideas to go.
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"Pyrrha. We need to...
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"Pyrrha. We need to...
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i feel like the Whitley snippet could be extrapolated into a really cute rom-com. Weiss trying her hardest to push them apart makes them fall further in love, they get sickeningly sweet together, Yang is all offended about someone dating her sister, tries to help Weiss, and Blake is the kind of girl that would stir the shit and try to push them together explicitly because she loves the drama .
It's really a super fun concept. You could mine it for a LOT of humor; It would work really well as either a romance with comedy, or a comedy with romance; basically, depending on how you write the whitely and ruby romance. If you write it as slightly less overblown but still sweet, it could be a really cute romance with some really cute ero scenes, with conflict and humor int he side characters. On the other hand, if you write it as incredibly overblown how sweet they are on each other, it could be a really, really good comedy, where the protagonists become character slike Weiss and Yang, and ruby and whitley take roles as side characters in their own stories, leaving even more room for humor in the reactions of the families; Sort of like a less serious romeo and juliet, because nearly everyone involved has reasons to dislike the relationship, but no reasons to like, murder eachother. It's a really genious idea. If i had the writing chops i'd be starting on it myself, but I just want to let you konw how genuinely insanley good it is.It could be! Oh man, what might happen when Jacques finds out?
Winter would be divided on this: On one hand, Jacques would freak out over this and that's good. And Whitley might become a better man if he fell for a good girl like Ruby.
On the other, if Ruby and Whitley get married, Winter would be related to QROW. That would be horrifying!
It's really a super fun concept. You could mine it for a LOT of humor; It would work really well as either a romance with comedy, or a comedy with romance; basically, depending on how you write the whitely and ruby romance. If you write it as slightly less overblown but still sweet, it could be a really cute romance with some really cute ero scenes, with conflict and humor int he side characters. On the other hand, if you write it as incredibly overblown how sweet they are on each other, it could be a really, really good comedy, where the protagonists become character slike Weiss and Yang, and ruby and whitley take roles as side characters in their own stories, leaving even more room for humor in the reactions of the families; Sort of like a less serious romeo and juliet, because nearly everyone involved has reasons to dislike the relationship, but no reasons to like, murder eachother. It's a really genious idea. If i had the writing chops i'd be starting on it myself, but I just want to let you konw how genuinely insanley good it is.
The jaune goes and gets a toweled covered Ren to helpOoh! Let's make it even better.
Whitley doesn't really have any positive male role models in his life he can ask for love advice. He ends up asking the male who is Ruby's friend: Jaune Arc.
Hilarity ensues.
Ya know what separates a Dragonslayer from a Dragonslayer?
A lute and an apostrophe
Yang: "Wait what?!"
Isabel: nods gravely "Yes, even though I think you two would be perfect together, there's no way a rebellious girl like you would ever be tempted to settle down with him, or share your life with him, or have nine children with him. Sorry, but I must forbid it. You're just not the sort of girl who would be interested in that kind of thing with him."
Honestly, there should be more professors at Beacon Academy, teaching more subjects. Let's come up with some!
probably already taught them that in the first Hunter Schools like Signal. dont forget Beacon is like a College and not the Highschool.
probably already taught them that in the first Hunter Schools like Signal.
you dont make rules for the exception
would be cool to see an MC for once asking the faculty the curriculum lol and if they dont like it just turn around and dont apply for beacon if it turns out to be as bad as 1st year we already saw.
-Pyrrha gets desperate to get Jaune's hands on her, so she starts teaching him grappling and wrestling. And it turns out Jaune is pretty good at getting her down onto the ground for ground fighting, where many of her advantages are negated. This is just how she likes it, though.
Ruby Rose has a habit of taking her friends' weapons and armor and modifying them without their knowledge or permission. Hilarity ensues.
Ren teaching others Aura based martial arts has a lot of potential. In Volume 1 he could control his Aura to emit an AT-field like barrier for self defense, that could have been incredibly useful in many situations. How might he have trained others in this art?
The Riddler attempts to challenge RWBY and JNPR in a crime spree. He's in this new world, he has to prove himself.
Eddie: "How do you make the number 7 even without addition, subtraction, multiplication, or division?"
Yang: "... Uhhhh... Ruby? You're the nerd, you answer this."
Ruby: "I'm working on it, I've got calculus-!"
Eddie: "NO CALCULUS!"
Weiss: "That's not fair! It wasn't in the riddle!"
Eddie: "I CHANGED IT!"
Weiss: "How does this prove your superiority in any way?!"
Yang: "Let's not provoke the crazy man holding the city hostage with bombs and puzzles, okay?"
Jaune: "Let's see... Blake? You got anything?"
Blake: "Why would I know?!"
Jaune: "You read a lot?"
Blake: "Not riddles!"
Nora: "Punch!"
Eddie: "What? Punch isn't the answer!"
Nora: "I'll punch you unless you stop holding the city hostage! A lot! Is that a good answer?"
Eddie: "NO!"
Pyrrha: "Um, can we please not blow up the city and just play a riddle game?"
Eddie: "NO!"
Jaune: sighs "DustNet says we just drop the 'S' which makes 'even'..."
Yang: "Oh that's so lame!" grins "Even for me!"
Weiss: "URRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!"
Riddler: "YOU GOOGLED IT?!"
Jaune: "You're threatening to blow up the city, of course I looked it up online!"
Ruby: "Is that even a riddle?"
Riddler: "UGH! Okay okay, I will... I will give you something simpler. Can you name three consecutive days without using the words Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday?"
Ruby: "Do holidays count?"
Riddler: "THEY DO NOT!"
Jaune: "Do days in different languages count?"
Riddler: "NO!"
Ren: "That sounds very arbitrary-"
Riddler: "IT'S MY RIDDLE, I MAKE THE RULES!"
Jaune: "Uggghhhhh... Uh... Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow?"
Riddler: "YES! FINALLY!"
Ruby: "Does that count? One doesn't even have 'day' in it."
Riddler: "YES IT COUNTS!"
Yang: "Sheesh, okay guy, calm down."
Riddler: "I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! TELLING PEOPLE TO CALM DOWN DOESN'T CALM ANYONE DOWN!"
A preview for the fans;
"Jaune? Jaune! Come down here!"
He'd just finished packing his backpack, making sure Crocea Mors and his armor were strapped securely to it. He'd figure out how to smuggle them out later. He took one last look around at his room. The familiar posters from far off places Aqua and Tangy had sent him, the paintings by Verdy, the models he'd built with Orchid, the bookshelf packed with novels and comics Saphron and Coral had gotten him, the comforter Lilac had knit for him... All of it. One last time.
He headed downstairs, past the walls of photos and pictures of their many, many family members and friends. Right down to the living room. He saw his mother standing there in her usual green dress, her hair up in a ponytail, her glasses on. She glared at him, holding up an envelope as he walked up to her.
"Yeah Mom?"
"Don't you 'yeah Mom' me, what is this?" She demanded, waving the envelop at him. "It's from Beacon! An acceptance letter!"
"Oh, so I got in?" Jaune asked, trying to sound casual even as his mother began a slow burn.
"How did you get in?!" She demanded. "You were supposed to be studying for the Valean Medical Institute!"
"Yeah, I did," Jaune said with a shrug, not meeting her eyes, "I-I got in. I got accepted."
"Then why in the Gods' name is this letter here?!" Mom demanded, tossing it down onto the coffee table. Jaune looked up into her eyes, but could only lock onto her frowning mouth.
"You told me you wanted me to get into VMI. I did that," he said carefully, "But I want... I-I'm going to go to Beacon."
"You're not trained to be a Huntsman!" Mom growled, "You're trained to be a MEDIC! That's why I unlocked your Aura-!"'
"I got in, I took the exam and I passed," Jaune stated flatly, "I-I'll figure out the rest as I go along, okay? I've got six months, I'm in great shape-"
Her fist crushed the letter.
"You're not going to be a Huntsman, Jaune!" Mom snarled. "I won't let you throw your life away! You're going to VMI, and you're GOING to be a doctor!"
"Mom I can help people!" Jaune insisted. "I can fight! I can be a hero-"
Mom scoffed.
"Like who?!"
"Like Auntie Arturia?! Like Great-Uncle Adrian?" Jaune insisted. He bit his lip, but he was in too deep now. "Like you and Dad?!"
His mother's shoulders shook. She turned her icy glare on him, slow and dangerous.
"Is that what you think he was?" Mom demanded, angry and bitter. Jaune's jaw dropped.
"M-Mom... Everyone said... You said-!"
"Your father could have retired!" Mom snarled. "He could have stayed her, worked hard, done some real good! But he just kept going out into harm's way! He... He was SELFISH!"
Jaune's jaw dropped as his heart felt like it was in a vice.
"M-Mom, you don't mean that-!"
"He went off to be a hero and he DIED," Mom stated, anger dripping from every word, "He could have stayed with us and done some actual good! But instead, he decided to be selfish and stupid!"
"He was a hero-!"
"And all we were left was a statue!" Mom shot back. "All I was left with was grief! HE WAS SELFISH! You don't get to be selfish, Jaune!" She waved her finger at him, as his eyes sought out the floor. "You're not going to throw your life away for your stupid, childish dream!"
Jaune's shoulders shook, as a raw rage filled him. His mother kept talking.
"You're going to tell Beacon you can't make it, you're going to get ready for VMI-"
"Why do all my sisters get to choose, but I have to be your vanity project, huh?!" Jaune demanded quickly, still not meeting her gaze, "Why can't you let me choose what to be?!"
"Because you'll choose wrong!" Mom shouted back. "You'll choose the same thing that killed your father! Do you want to be selfish and stupid like him, huh?!"
"He wasn't selfish," Jaune whispered. He slowly looked up into her eyes, fighting back hot, angry tears. "He wasn't selfish, and he wasn't stupid!"
"Jaune, you're not-!"
"YOU WERE!" Jaune snarled. His mother froze, staring at him in anger and confusion.
"Wha-What do you-?!"
"I heard you talking the night before he left," Jaune managed, between ragged pants as the rage seemed to claw its way out of him, "In my room! He asked you to come with you! HE ASKED! You said NO! And if-If you had gone, MAYBE HE'D STILL BE ALIVE!"
His mother's jaw dropped.
"Jaune, how could you-?!"
"You got him killed!" Jaune shouted, the tears falling freely now, "And now you're just a scared, bitter old woman who can't accept it!"
She slapped him. He was nearly knocked right off his feet, but he stayed standing. He looked up, his face grim. His anger just solidified into a hard ball in his chest.
His mother was crying, guilt and hurt on her face. Her hand trembled. She reached out again.
"J-Jaune, wait, please, I didn't mean to-!"
He turned and ran. Right up the stairs. He grabbed his backpack and shouldered it. He threw open the window and leaped out, landing roughly just before his mother could burst into the room. He started running.
"JAUNE! JAUNE, WAIT! I'M SORRY!" He could hear his mother crying out from the window, "PLEASE! JAUNE!"
He stormed off into the night. And he didn't look back...
Coming soon.
Yang: "You really went after the old, hot blonde when you could have had the YOUNG hot blonde?!"