ThunderBasilisk
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[RWBY] RWBY Shorts
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Stolen From Tumblr
pectralpixelsredone
Its funny Cinder created her own worst enemy by killing his GF and giving him powers by trying to kill his second gf, and then tossing him in a wonderland dimension that made him strong AND skilled
howlingday
Even more hilarious is how only one of these was an actual personal attack against him. Killing Pyrrha was only to get the rest of the Fall Maiden's powers. Leaving him to fall into the Ever After was all just something that happened; he might as well have died to her.
Her trying to kill Weiss was the closest she made it to being personal, and that was just having fun for her, since she then ditched him to go to the Spring Maiden Vault.
To Cinder, Ruby is her nemesis because... she got caught in the Silver Eye AOE and got scolded by Salem for it. That's it. Jaune is literally less than nothing to her, and it's gonna come back to bite her in the ass later.
JNPR Helping Team RWBY
lord_general88 • 23h ago
Ruby: Sorry about this Jaune.
Jaune: Don't worry Crater face. We'll get you back to Beacon.
Pyrrha: You alright Weiss?
Weiss: F-fine. Totally not having a gay panic
Blake: Hands above the waist Ren.
Ren: Nora would kill us both if I tried anything.
Nora: Come on Yangy!
Yang: Ow. Ow. Ow. Please stop dragging me!
Skeletonparty101 • 23h ago
Big brother carry
Bridal style carry
Sack of potatoes carry
Rag doll carry
Somehow Jaune is Normal Mode
Though As An Adult....
RWBY Comic Timeline
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razorblade180
Ruby: Oh Adam of the bandits, grant me your insane wisdom!
Adam: There are two types of men. Those who will die for you, and those who will kill for you. For the love of god, know which one you want because the script will flip if things don't work out.
Jaune: I fear he might be onto something.
Blake: Hey, so where was my warning about this?
Adam: Don't you read trashy romance novels?
Blake:…
Weiss: Nobody say anything else. He can't be right three times in a day.
Yang: I'm too busy rationalizing that I know exactly which one my dad is. We gotta get that man a girlfriend. Weiss, give me your mother's number.
Weiss: That's- y'know… I don't hate that actually.
pectralpixelsredone
Its funny Cinder created her own worst enemy by killing his GF and giving him powers by trying to kill his second gf, and then tossing him in a wonderland dimension that made him strong AND skilled
howlingday
Even more hilarious is how only one of these was an actual personal attack against him. Killing Pyrrha was only to get the rest of the Fall Maiden's powers. Leaving him to fall into the Ever After was all just something that happened; he might as well have died to her.
Her trying to kill Weiss was the closest she made it to being personal, and that was just having fun for her, since she then ditched him to go to the Spring Maiden Vault.
To Cinder, Ruby is her nemesis because... she got caught in the Silver Eye AOE and got scolded by Salem for it. That's it. Jaune is literally less than nothing to her, and it's gonna come back to bite her in the ass later.
JNPR Helping Team RWBY
lord_general88 • 23h ago
Ruby: Sorry about this Jaune.
Jaune: Don't worry Crater face. We'll get you back to Beacon.
Pyrrha: You alright Weiss?
Weiss: F-fine. Totally not having a gay panic
Blake: Hands above the waist Ren.
Ren: Nora would kill us both if I tried anything.
Nora: Come on Yangy!
Yang: Ow. Ow. Ow. Please stop dragging me!
Big brother carry
Bridal style carry
Sack of potatoes carry
Rag doll carry
Somehow Jaune is Normal Mode
RWBY Comic Timeline
razorblade180
Ruby: Oh Adam of the bandits, grant me your insane wisdom!
Adam: There are two types of men. Those who will die for you, and those who will kill for you. For the love of god, know which one you want because the script will flip if things don't work out.
Jaune: I fear he might be onto something.
Blake: Hey, so where was my warning about this?
Adam: Don't you read trashy romance novels?
Blake:…
Weiss: Nobody say anything else. He can't be right three times in a day.
Yang: I'm too busy rationalizing that I know exactly which one my dad is. We gotta get that man a girlfriend. Weiss, give me your mother's number.
Weiss: That's- y'know… I don't hate that actually.
Winter Schnee and the Dragon
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The Schnee mansion's grand foyer felt colder than Atlas winter that night.
Winter Schnee stood before her father's desk in the study, uniform crisp, posture flawless—even as Jacques Gele's words cut deeper than any blade.
"You are no longer a Schnee," he said, voice like frostbite. "You defy me at every turn—enlisting in the military, rejecting the company's future. Leave this house. You are disowned."
Willow sat silent in the corner, glass in hand, eyes distant. Whitley and Weiss weren't present—spared this, at least.
Winter's chin lifted. "If that's your decision, Father, I accept it."
She turned on her heel, strides measured, refusing to let him see the tremor in her hands.
Fafnir stood guard outside the study doors—seven feet of shadowed menace, wings folded like a cloak, red eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. He didn't move as she passed, but his gaze followed her.
Winter paused at the top of the grand staircase, duffel bag slung over one shoulder—the few belongings she'd packed in defiance. She looked back at him.
"You're letting me go," she said quietly. "Just like that."
Fafnir's masked face was unreadable. "You're not a prisoner."
She descended a few steps, then stopped, turning to face him fully.
"You're a warrior, Fafnir. I've seen it—felt it—in every training session you risked giving me. You have honor. Code. Why do you continue to serve him? He's a corrupt monster who treats his own blood like assets to discard."
Fafnir was silent for a long moment. When he spoke, his voice was low, gravel over steel.
"I owe him my life. More than once. He pulled me from the gutter, gave me purpose when my clan was ash. Paid for these—" he flexed his cybernetic claw, metal gleaming—"when assassins left me in pieces. Debts like that don't fade."
Winter's eyes narrowed. "And I owe him nothing. I'm his daughter, not his debtor."
"You owe him your life too," Fafnir said bluntly. "The privilege you were born into. The safety these walls gave you. But you're right—you're not his daughter anymore."
He stepped closer, towering over her, but there was no threat in it—only a strange, solemn weight.
"Go," he said. "Become strong. Stronger than him. Stronger than the chains he thinks he forged."
Winter searched his scarred, masked face for mockery and found none.
"You truly mean that."
"I do."
She exhaled slowly, the anger and hurt shifting into something fiercer—resolve.
"I will," she said. "I'll become the soldier he never wanted. The protector he couldn't buy."
Fafnir inclined his head—a rare gesture of respect.
"Then go, Winter Schnee-no-more. And don't look back."
She did exactly that—walked down the stairs, through the doors, into the Atlas night without hesitation.
But his words burned in her chest like a glyph she'd never forget.
Become strong.
She would.
For herself.
And someday, perhaps, strong enough to face even the dragon who'd let her go.
Winter Schnee stood before her father's desk in the study, uniform crisp, posture flawless—even as Jacques Gele's words cut deeper than any blade.
"You are no longer a Schnee," he said, voice like frostbite. "You defy me at every turn—enlisting in the military, rejecting the company's future. Leave this house. You are disowned."
Willow sat silent in the corner, glass in hand, eyes distant. Whitley and Weiss weren't present—spared this, at least.
Winter's chin lifted. "If that's your decision, Father, I accept it."
She turned on her heel, strides measured, refusing to let him see the tremor in her hands.
Fafnir stood guard outside the study doors—seven feet of shadowed menace, wings folded like a cloak, red eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. He didn't move as she passed, but his gaze followed her.
Winter paused at the top of the grand staircase, duffel bag slung over one shoulder—the few belongings she'd packed in defiance. She looked back at him.
"You're letting me go," she said quietly. "Just like that."
Fafnir's masked face was unreadable. "You're not a prisoner."
She descended a few steps, then stopped, turning to face him fully.
"You're a warrior, Fafnir. I've seen it—felt it—in every training session you risked giving me. You have honor. Code. Why do you continue to serve him? He's a corrupt monster who treats his own blood like assets to discard."
Fafnir was silent for a long moment. When he spoke, his voice was low, gravel over steel.
"I owe him my life. More than once. He pulled me from the gutter, gave me purpose when my clan was ash. Paid for these—" he flexed his cybernetic claw, metal gleaming—"when assassins left me in pieces. Debts like that don't fade."
Winter's eyes narrowed. "And I owe him nothing. I'm his daughter, not his debtor."
"You owe him your life too," Fafnir said bluntly. "The privilege you were born into. The safety these walls gave you. But you're right—you're not his daughter anymore."
He stepped closer, towering over her, but there was no threat in it—only a strange, solemn weight.
"Go," he said. "Become strong. Stronger than him. Stronger than the chains he thinks he forged."
Winter searched his scarred, masked face for mockery and found none.
"You truly mean that."
"I do."
She exhaled slowly, the anger and hurt shifting into something fiercer—resolve.
"I will," she said. "I'll become the soldier he never wanted. The protector he couldn't buy."
Fafnir inclined his head—a rare gesture of respect.
"Then go, Winter Schnee-no-more. And don't look back."
She did exactly that—walked down the stairs, through the doors, into the Atlas night without hesitation.
But his words burned in her chest like a glyph she'd never forget.
Become strong.
She would.
For herself.
And someday, perhaps, strong enough to face even the dragon who'd let her go.
ThunderBasilisk
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Huh good on Fafnir for not being one dimensional
AndrewJTalon
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Weiss and the Schnee family drama was, like almost everything else, poorly handled and badly done in the show. Fafnir exists to facilitate better drama, give some complexity and nuance, and serve as a physical fighter for an actual fight involving Jacques. So I do give him enough character to be interesting but his primary role is to facilitate Weiss and the other Schnees' stories. So I'm glad people like him.
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AndrewJTalon i remember someone telling you about a reaction fic that had a chapter about the Step-Sibling War. I don't know if they ever linked it. https://www.wattpad.com/story/380530035-yet-another-rwby-reaction-fic it's not good at all but if you want to see it here you go.
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It's not very good, but thanks.