IT WAS AMAZING
Love the story so far and meeting again
Still sad about the end
I just watched Act 2...
GOOD GOD
WHAT THE HELL
OH WOW
I laughed, I got hella scared, I cried, sobbed, I was happy... then I got a shot through my chest... I LOVED IT SO MUCH!
No better time then now
pick up your banjo
This is amazing and i wholeheartly agree with that statement
Please give us more zelda
*important announcers voice* Would the artist responsible for this doodle please come to the stage? I would like to credit you in my new fic for inspiration
Hot
oh no he's HOT!!
Sounds like your average season of Dimension 20 to me
Watch the full episode on Dropout
I am slowly losing my mind over the shift towards video as the default media format.
I do not find this to be an efficient way to absorb information. I am bored and distracted by the time the largely unnecessary introduction is over. I can't use ctrl+f to find the specific information I'm looking for. If there are instructions to follow, I don't want to have to constantly pause and back up to the part I need.
At least give me a fucking transcript.
Same
Ruby is very misunderstood in this scene because if I lost my ginger cottagecore machine goddess situationship twice there would be bodies
Perfect, easier to hide in darkness and harder to see the blood. This is now lore
I headcanon that the long fabrics worn by dark magic users like necromancers & liches are cast shadow. Their affinity for dark magic makes actual darkness around them deeper and alive, giving the appearance of dramatic capes, long sleeves, and veiled hats.
This is amazing!!!
Over the course of the Loops, as Weiss gets reacquainted with her Team now that they are repeating time with her, the Heiress and Anchor notices a few details...
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It… took a while, to notice… Nagged at her, in quiet moments. Little things, small comments and behaviors. Yang… wasn’t quiet what she remembered. Both Roses—for all that Yang would likely always be Xiao Long, Weiss privately thinks of the sisters as a set only missing Summer—were just slightly not what she recalled.
Ruby was less changed than Yang; listened to Yang more than Before perhaps, was content instead of annoyed when Yang would just… sit and watch her.
Yang, though… Yang hovered, and her teasing was softer more often than not. She still had her temper, was still impulsive and liked to sass or threaten instead of putting in time to think deeply, but… Yang worried, more. She’d pick up on moods more—Weiss knew, though she never said anything, that Yang must’ve seen her breakdown beside the monument in the rain—and would try to draw them out with smiles and jokes and hugs.
But what confirmed it—that Yang and… and Ruby weren’t exactly the ones she’d lost at Castle White—was when she noticed how their stories of Taiyang changed. Changed, and became much rarer. Tai suddenly wasn’t the ever-present father who taught at Signal and took short missions nearby; instead he was constantly gone on missions, drifting back into the house maybe once a week to spend a couple days with the girls and make sure everything was stocked up, before...disappearing, from their perspective. Qrow was more reliable.
Not that either sister said anything negative about the man, but the omissions and excuses, delivered so easily and casually… Weiss stopped asking about him.
And if ignoring the existence of Taiyang Xiao Long made it easier to ignore the little changes? Made it easier to pretend there was no difference? She’d thought she had lost them forever before she started Looping. Thought she was losing them over and over, before Yang started to remember previous timelines, before Ruby started to remember too. Why should she care, if they didn’t quiet remember things from before Castle White like she did? It was still undeniably them.
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Fruit Loops is told from the perspective of several people, though Weiss and Ruby are the most common. Their ability to recall things gets better as they settle into the Loops.
But while the big details—like their time in Beacon and the couple of years that followed—all line up... little things don't, or things from before or outside Beacon.