Don’t force ships and headcanons on people and get upset when they don’t have the same ship or headcanon. It’s ok to have headcanons, but that’s all they are – opinions, not facts.
Don’t demonize good guys such as Jaune, Sun, Tai, Ozpin (even while he is morally grey), while glorifying and praising villains/antagonists like Cinder and Raven (yes, Raven is villainous, we can give you a list of reasons). In other words, you don’t treat heroes like villains and villains like heroes. (Jaune feeling trauma and PTSD is not manpain, Ozpin making mistakes does not make him evil, Tai making jokes does not make him a bad father, Sun interacting with Blake does not warrant hate, for example.)
Are not on the Jaune/Sun/Tai/Ozpin/any-other-commonly-hated-non-villain hate trains.
Don’t wish death upon the writers, even as a joke. That’s not cool. That’s never cool.
Don’t see a ship everywhere you look and also feeling your particular ship is being threatened just because the parties involved interact with other characters.
Don’t reduce characters to stereotypes or singular traits, i.e. Ilia is gay, Qrow is a drunk, Ruby is a ditz, Weiss is a snob.
Don’t refuse to accept that character development is a thing. Weiss is not the same person she was back in volume 1.
Treat the characters like people and let them have normal human emotions and reactions.
Understand that Adam killing Sienna was not an act of light-skin against dark-skin or man against woman. It was a faunus against faunus coup d'etat and nothing more.
Don’t oversexualize characters. Doesn’t matter if it’s Ruby or Kali. You don’t do it.
Don’t personally attack someone for their ship. If you say something against a ship, keep it on your own blog and do your best to keep it out of that ship’s tags.
Don’t have the “Tumblr mentality”, i.e. anti-white, anti-straight, anti-men. Just be accepting regardless of race, gender, sexuality, etc.
Respect Rooster Teeth and the CRWBY for the story they’re giving us. You don’t harass or threaten them in any way.
Don’t constantly complain about the writing, pacing, animation, etc. while claiming it’s “critism”.
Don’t insist that theories that have been debunked or disproved, i.e. “Qrow is Ruby’s dad” are still true.
Don’t believe fanon over canon and can keep them separate.
Don’t claim you know what Monty wanted. Miles and Kerry were two of his closest friends that he worked closely with on RWBY. If anybody knows what Monty wanted, it’s those two.
Don’t expect or demand redemption for the villains. This isn’t My Little Pony.
Don’t see every interaction as romantic and forget that friendship is a thing.
Don’t have incestual or toxic ships (i.e. YangxRuby, BlakexAdam.)
Don’t insist that just because voice actors ship something, that makes it canon.
Understand that RWBY is the CRWBY’s and Rooster Teeth’s story and accept that they’re telling it the way they want to.
Then join our RWBYlution, a new RWBY fandom made up of the most accepting, open-minded, and respectful RWBY fans who just want to enjoy the show for what it is. If you meet the above criteria as a RWBY fan, make it easy for other fans like us to find you and your posts by tagging your RWBY posts with “rwbylution”, and be sure to follow this tag as well. Even add that you’re part of the RWBYlution or New RWBY Fandom in your description if you feel like it! And don’t forget to reblog THIS post so we can bring in even more people who are with us!
This isn’t a joke either. It’s time for fans like us to stand up and make ourselves known. Don’t let Tumblr control you. Join the New RWBY Fandom and leave the fndm in the dust!
Welcome to a world of new solutions.
Look, we have a symbol, yay…!
I have found my place….
Umm… I write smut… but can I join? Please? This sounds like heaven! I wanna be around people whom aren’t just mean.
Seriously, these (even sexualising, that’s just because you lot like RWBY smut and it’s fun to write) are what I believe in.
I wish that everyone could see and understand this rules
“I think Ruby might have a new favourite sword!” Penny Polendina laughed, one hand running through her girlfriend’s hair. Ruby was happy to share her body with both of her loves, Penny and Ciel Soleil. Penny was having her fun with Ruby’s mouth, whereas Ciel was enjoying Ruby’s plump rear.
A pale cock, attached to Penny, was sliding in and out of Ruby’s lips. The cock was roughly eight inches in length, and about 3 inches thick. It was not the longest cock imaginable, but it was perfectly sized to give anyone fucked by it immense pleasure, while still being comfortable to take into someone’s mouth. Ruby was plenty used to taking it, so it was a remarkably enjoyable experience for her. Every time Penny hilted herself in Ruby’s mouth, Ruby’s nose found itself lost in a tangle of orange fur- none of the three lovers were clean-shaven down there.
The darkest-skinned woman of the trio, on the other hand, was enjoying Ruby’s rear immensely. Instead of taking her seven-and-a-half inch shaft to the hole immediately, Ciel decided to take a slower, more pleasurable approach. Ciel plunged a pair of fingers deep within Ruby’s rosebud. The moan that came from Ruby might have been muffled by the cock filling her mouth, but it was still music to both Penny and Ciel.
As Ciel continued to use her fingers to stretch out Ruby’s rear, Penny began to move faster and faster, driving her cock into Ruby’s mouth at a much greater, somewhat more aggressive rate. Penny was absolutely in love with the feeling of Ruby’s mouth around her synthetic shaft, and found herself quickly growing addicted to the pleasurable sensations. Every small movement that Penny made brought intense pleasure for herself. It was almost mind-blowing, how good Little Red’s mouth could feel.
After another moment of fucking, Penny slowly pulled out her pale-skinned cock from Ruby’s lips. The black-haired woman smiled dumbly, simply lost in pleasure and lust.
“I think we can give her twice as much…” Ciel commented, extracting her two fingers from Ruby’s rosebud slowly.
Standing up, Ciel smirked as she guided her cock closer to Ruby’s asshole as she hooked her hands around Ruby’s thick thighs. Lifting the crimson reaper up, Penny noticed Ruby’s glistening cunt, framed beautifully by black and red hairs. Penny’s cock seemed to stiffen more and more as she observed her girlfriend’s wonderful pussy.
“Go on… Fuck your love…” Ciel advised, pressing the head of her shaft against Ruby’s pucker gently.
Penny didn’t need to be told twice. Spearing her cock in its entirety into her girlfriend’s pussy, both Ruby and Penny let out a cry of ecstasy together. Ciel watched for a moment as Ruby clang to Penny, like she would never let go. After that, she pushed her cock forward, slowly guiding her cock into Ruby’s asshole.
“Oh, fuck…” Ciel gasped out, realising that Penny was supporting Ruby with far more ease than she was, and instead wrapping her arms around Ruby gently. One dark-skinned hand groped her lover’s B-cup breasts, the other’s fingers tangled within Ruby’s red and black locks.
Penny’s thrusts brought intense, overwhelming pleasure to both herself and Ruby. Ruby’s pussy spasmed around the android’s cock, clamping down around the artificial shaft. Both women were in mind-breaking ecstasy, their eyes squeezed shut as the joy fried away any thought from their brains. Penny’s lips moved silently, murmuring a great number of curses to herself, unable to speak loudly through her mind-shattering pleasure. Loud claps echoed throughout the room, as Penny drove her cock into Ruby’s cunt, created by Penny’s balls slapping against Ruby.
Ciel, on the other hand, was moving much slower. Her logic towards this being that slower, more sensual sex would be more pleasurable for both the woman receiving the pleasure and Ciel. Unlike Penny, whom would take a long time to cum no matter how much the Android was pleasured, her teammate was rather the opposite. Ciel would climax markedly faster than the normal futa, meaning she would need to implement her fingers or her tongue to allow her lover to reach orgasm before, or ideally at the same time, as Ciel.
Penny’s movements were erratic and speedy, yet also loving and pleasurable. Both her and Ruby were trapped in a state of bliss, one they didn’t want to leave. Penny knew her orgasm was fast approaching- the combination of Ruby’s heavenly mouth and somehow better pussy pleasured her more than anything else she had experienced prior. The only thing that came close was Ciel’s own asshole, but her precious girlfriend’s pussy eclipsed even that.
As Penny climbed towards orgasm, Ruby seemed to race towards it. The pleasure was almost mind-shattering for the youngest of the three, leaving her wholly supported by Ciel and Penny, their cocks almost acting as support for her, as well as perfect conduits for her pleasure, coursing through her like a bolt of lighting. Ciel’s own climax was coming at the same rate as her black-haired girlfriend, a deep blush etched across her features. Instead of moans and cries like Penny and Ruby let out, Ciel’s heavy breathing and low gasps warned of her impending climax.
The three women all climaxed at the exact same time. Thick, virile seed floods Ruby’s core and rear, as Ruby’s two holes filled completely within moments. The crimsonette was broken by the pleasure, her eyes gleaming with euphoric lust, whilst her form twitched and moaned in her girlfriends’ grips.
Ciel and Penny were barely better than their lover, moaning like bitches in heat and thrusting their cocks deep within Ruby’s cum-drenched holes as the flows of seed tapered off. Both women were unable to speak, the pleasure had simply fried their minds. It was astonishing, incredible, and amazing. All three women absolutely loved what they had experienced. Ciel and Penny both slowly extracted their cocks from the youngest of the three, bringing an incredible downpour of cum from Ruby’s two abused holes. Both of the two women from Atlas laughed as Ruby simply laid on the floor, sleeping contentedly immediately, despite being covered in their cum. It was a beautiful image, and one both would recreate dozens of times over again.
I was looking through the “RWBY NSFW” tag, and scrolled mostly past this, only the last bit was where I stopped.
I actually didn’t realise it was my own fic for a bit. Is that bad? I think it’s bad.
Futa Gagie fucks Moxxie stupid after the big busted bar maiden loses a game of cards
The sounds of hips colliding filled the now-empty bar. The main source of Sanctuary’s alcohol had been closed early for once, in order to allow the owner to do something- or rather, someone, that she had been hoping for a long time to have fun with.
It was all caused by a game of cards. Moxxi proposed a simple idea. If Moxxi won the game, she’d be allowed access to some of Gaige’s tech to see how it worked. Should she lose, Gaige could do whatever she wanted to the buxom barmaid for the full night, without charge.
How easy it was for Moxxi to feign anger as she threw the game with almost surgical precision. Play too badly and she would catch on. Play too well and it would potentially have her win. It took effort, but Gaige completely bought her ruse, and now Moxxi had the Mechromancer in her bedroom.
Most would assume that the buxom bartender would prefer to be on top in any sexual situation, using her immense experience to bring incredible pleasure to any partner that met her. Most would also be wrong. All Moxxi liked to do in sex was to be fucked. She would never be the dominant, only the submissive.
Gaige providing exactly what she wanted was something that Moxxi could never place a value upon.
As the sound of hips clapping together filled the elder’s bedroom, it was evident that Gaige had decided to forgo foreplay. Instead of taking her time to savour the divine gift that Moxxi has decided to grace the 19 year old, Gaige immediately tackled Moxxi to the bed, the elder stripping out of her clothes as the two kissed. Almost as soon as Moxxi was naked, Gaige rolled her into the position for Doggystyle, slipping her long, thick, throbbing shaft within Moxxi’s pussy.
Even for someone as well-versed in sexual acts as Moxxi, the feeling of Gaige’s mammoth member driving itself in and out of her sensitive snatch overrode any other feeling in her body, causing the woman’s limbs to weaken. Her face was gently resting against her pillow, mouth agape as she moaned with every thrust. There was nothing Moxxi wanted greater than for Gaige to go harder, faster, more brutally.
It was exceedingly fortunate that Gaige capitulated to these requests, even if the younger woman did not hear them running through Moxxi’s mind, and was instead acting on her own accord, as driven by lust as that accord was. Moxxi’s moans came frequently, in an exceedingly high pitch and volume. Her pussy almost became a waterfall of girlcum, as small drops of nectar sprayed out of the elder woman’s pussy and coated the bed.
Every motion that Gaige made granted Moxxi an almost mind-destroying level of pleasure. Every thrust seemed to feel like it fucked intelligence directly out of her mind by the monster of a cock attached to the smaller woman, every small amount of Moxxi’s mind that left her was replaced by nothing but ecstatic pleasure and pure lust. Gaige’s own moans, lower but no less prevalent, were proof as well as to her deep pleasure.
Moxxi had likely orgasmed several times over by this point, her mind so exceedingly clouded by lust that she simply did not react. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her body only moving when Gaige’s cock drove deep into her snatch, the 14-inch shaft buried deep within her at all moments. She was unable to make any noise beyond a moan, far less a coherent sentence.
After another moment, Gaige’s cock spasmed within Moxxi’s pussy, bringing yet another moan from the lips of the elder woman, as seed began to pump from the tip of her cock into Moxxi’s womb. Both Moxxi and Gaige could only breathe deeply, as sweat glistened upon their skin, and hair stuck to their faces. The sheer effort Gaige had put into driving her cock deep within Moxxi with as much force as she had was something that drained the Mechromancer quickly of energy, but she was still more conscious than her lover.
As Gaige extracted her monstrosity of a cock from Moxxi’s cunt, all the redhead could do was pant heavily, attempting to recover. She could only say a couple words to Moxxi, a sign that the woman whom was already fucked silly would not be seeing too much of a respite.
“I’m… not… finished… with… you… yet…” She panted, a smirk growing upon her face.
Peridot discovers a dirty magazine in Steven’s room, and decides to copy what she sees in, it all in the name of science! She didn’t count on Garnet catching her, though…
Pyrrha: You know Weiss, I’m glad Jaune stopped trying to date you.
Weiss: Because you’re dating him now?
Pyrrha: That’s the main reason, but also because him and I had a passionate night last night, and judging by the size of his ‘Crocea Mors’, he would have broke you in bed.
Sexual orientation is defined as sexual attraction to a certain GENDER or SEX. You can not trade being heterosexual or homosexual for being a pedophile, because “child” is neither a GENDER nor SEX. The argument is tired. Pedophilia CAN’T be a sexual orientation by definition.
No tea, no shade, just FACTS!! 👏🏾
Don’t nobody think pedophiles should be part of the lgbtq umbrella.
Some anti-gay people are trying to say the lgbtq community supports it
in other to make more people hate lgbtq people.
Sorry not sorry I FUCKIN HATE PEDOPHILES 👎🏽 I don’t mind losing followers behind this post either because THE SHIT IS SICK AF
I’m starting this diary today, the April 4, 2014, and I have no idea how this is supposed to work. This is probably a dumb idea. I saw that a girl in my class who had a diary in her bag and I wanted to try it out. It’s the weekend, and I like to doodle, anyway…
Alright, diary. I won’t beat around the bush anymore. I already know that I fell in love with this girl in my class. It’s been a while already. She’s so mysterious, so special.
She’s a French student, people call her Nessie or Lochness, I don’t really know why, I’m pretty sure it’s not her real name … even Nessie is weird. I admit, it’s very special, mainly because it seems that she’s hermaphrodite … well… a futa. I’ve never seen in real life before! I want to know more about her … I really can’t imagine this girl with that, down there …, and she’s pretty cute.
There are assholes in the class who make fun of her. What a bunch of cunts. ** Not EVERYONE makes fun of her, but she stays alone in a corner and she doesn’t talk much. It hurts to see her like this. She must be sad.
If only I could approach her without looking like a weirdo or a pervert …
** PS: I used to laugh at her too. But not anymore
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Saturday 5/4/2014
This is Nessie. She has blue eyes, she is blonde, neither tall nor small I think I exceed a little. Well, she has a kid’s hairstyle with pigtails and big blue elastics, but it’s not too bad for her. She is always crammed in the back of the room, and no one hears her when she speaks. I think she’s shyer than me.
She is not super hot either, but anyway, if a miracle, she was my girlfriend, or a friend perhaps, I would already be super happy;
I hope she doesn’t have a boyfriend.
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Friday 11/4/2014
Sorry for the lack of news.
I need a girlfriend, I’m so tired of feeling lonely …
I’ve always had terrible luck with girls. I’m fed up. They always end up dating assholes.
The other day I heard a bunch of them talking about a group of girls. They were saying stuff like “look at that ass”, “she’s fuckable”, and “I’d tap that.”. What a bunch of dicks. I’d never say something so disrespectful about a girl. I respect them and I know how to make them happy, listen to them, be kind and tender, but they don’t look at me, that’s the problem …
Dear diary, I’ll try not to talk about that every day. I don’t want to depress myself more by re-reading the previous days.
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Wednesday 16/4/2014
After Literature class a small group of sluts made fun of Nessie in front of the cafeteria. I understand why her nickname is “Lochness”. Fuck I’m such a shitty person, I didn’t even do anything, I was like an idiot watching this without saying anything. I mean … it’s not my fault, anyway … I’m ashamed though. I could have done SOMETHING. I’m a coward.
That said, she left without crying but her face was red like a tomato. She looks so lonely. She must be used to it. She looked good in the next class. Well, it’s not a reason. I have to catch myself. Whenever I see her or think about her I feel a pain in my chest. I want to help her so much.
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Thursday 17/4/2014
No news from Nessie today. She may be sick or whatever. I hope it’s not because of the bastards from yesterday.
I thought about her for a while before falling asleep. Whenever I think about her I start to fantasize about her.
I never talked to her at all, but she’s getting more important to me.
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Tuesday 22/4/2014
Dear diary, I have good news and bad news today.
The good: I managed to sit next to her on the bus, I’m really happy. She smelled a kind of strawberry scent I think !! Damn I have to calm down.
In fact, I hope she did not find it too weird. I sat next to her while there was room everywhere. I made look like the guy busy with my cellphone. Shit, it was a chance to approach her but I didn’t even say anything … it’s done, it’s done.
I tried to contain myself … I was shaking a little. I don’t really know why. She was there, right next to me, and I pretended to read the news. She was leaning on the side, her head glued to the window, and looking outside. She didn’t turn her head when I sat down. She was so cute, she held her bag on her thighs, probably so that I wouldn’t notice anything. I don’t really care about what’s in between her legs. I wish I could tell her that.
Well, I tried my best to say something and then she finally got off the bus. All the while, I looked for a way to start the conversation, and each time, I didn’t do anything. I froze. I was stuck. I’m such an idiot, shit … I didn’t know what to say.
When she wanted to go down her eyes crossed mine and she said “sorry” and I freaked out. I was like a deer in headlights. I was shocked, it’s stupid, but I was so scared. This is the first time she’s ever spoken to me and looked at me with her deep blue eyes and beautiful face. I had never seen her so close to me. I can’t stop thinking about it.
Fuck. I lost my chance. What a loser. Well that was the bad news…
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Wednesday 23/4/2014
Today I had chills all day.
Nessie was here at school today. She’s always in the same place. But something in me made me feel like I knew her a little bit better and she was even more beautiful since yesterday … it was as if we had shared something together. I know it’s stupid but I can’t help it. I saw her in the corridors and I watched her for hours. She looked very fragile but seriously cute. I wonder what she thinks about, what she likes, what she writes in her diary, what she does in the evening …
And so I was looking for her gaze again, hoping she would notice me and remember the bus.
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Maybe she didn’t see me?
Maybe she thinks the same thing but she doesn’t show it?
Maybe she noticed that I was looking at her and she was tired of it?
I’m going to bed.
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Monday 28/4/2014
Well, it’s been several days, nothing has changed on her side. It’s hard to get her attention without going for a shot just with my stupid looks.
I had to go to the blackboard in front of the whole math class. I hate that! Everyone looks at you and they laugh sometimes. I felt my cheeks and my forehead warm up. And damn, I probably shouldn’t have but I dared to look into Nessie’s eyes.. It’s the second time, but this time, her eyes were empty, as if she was staring at the horizon. For her, I was just a normal student.
I can’t take this anymore. I’m going to talk to her tomorrow. I have to.
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Tuesday 29/4/2014
Yes !!! yes! Fuck yes! I’m shaking.
After lunchtime, I hesitated, hesitated, then I started. I said to myself “Shit, I’m 20 years old, I need to stop being stupid” and then I finally did it!
I had prepared to tell her about our math assignment next week … As I walked towards her, I felt a pain in my chest. I rushed towards the unknown. The closer I got to her, the more my topic of conversation seemed dumb…
She was sitting in the usual place with her diary. I had long wondered what she would write every day, all that secret stuff, and what she always hid discreetly with her left hand. But I know now! When I got there, I noticed that it wasn’t a diary at all, it’s a mini drawing book! She drew some sort of tribal and abstract tattoos but that doesn’t matter. Nessie draws like me! Damn that’s great. We have one thing in common, drawing!
On the other hand, my legs were stiff, and I remained planted like a moronic tree in front of her. I was shaking so much from how nervous I was. I wanted to give up but I could not do it again given the situation. She turned her head, embarrassed, looking nervously into my eyes for the 3rd time. I have no words strong enough to describe this feeling of unease. I’ve been watching Nessie and thinking of her for weeks. Nessie, I see her go by me every day. I often fantasize about talking to her and actually knowing her. She’s in my head, and in my dreams, she is a part of me but in this moment I understood something. I took reality in the face. At this moment, none of this is real. I am nothing. I am nobody to her.
She closed her notebook and started to slip her pencil into her bag, and before she went away I quickly stammered a “wait, wait, no, I-I saw that you drew … I also draw, a little ”, and while fixing her closed notebook, I asked her if it did not bother her that I take a look.
She opened the page of her current drawing. We quickly exchanged technical banalities and style, but I had nothing to show her on my side, except you, dear diary, but obviously, it was out of the question that she saw these pages of texts.
I can’t believe it, we talked together, both of us. It’s awesome. <3
And once we started talking it released the pressure. It was pretty cool. She’s super shy, she draws like me, better than me though, her lines are fine and clean. I heard her little French voice. I asked her if I could show her my drawings tomorrow. I feel so happy. She’s so cool. I hope she’ll love me. Maybe we could help each other, I don’t know, maybe it’s stupid. In any case, I’d like to have friends who draw like that with me, and we encourage each other, so why not? That would be great.
In the afternoon in the hall, I went back to look at her and hoped that she would look back. I could not help myself. She didn’t turn her head for a moment. I need to stop overthinking it. It doesn’t mean anything … I hope everything is okay.