black and silver tips

thisshouldbegayer  asked:

Hi! Is there a post you made about everyone's daemon description? I'd really like to know O: Also i'm bad at searching on people's blog, I apologize if it was obvious... Thank you!


  • kevin’s ONYX (osprey): about as friendly as kevin - their eyes are the same, intense and often unfriendly. she is very beautiful and quite quiet, fidgets with her wings when kevin is anxious. she perches on kevin’s forearm or shoulder, and preens his hair when he’s upset.
  • nicky’s ESME (common marmoset): very talkative and friendly, quite playful and tactile. esme likes to ride around on nicky’s shoulder and use his hair as handholds, and also likes to climb all over him.
  • allison’s ZYDEN (northern goshawk): another bird of prey - he is more fierce than onyx, and his looks meant he was often a subject of photos alongside allison herself. her parents thought her daemon should have been something softer and sweeter, but zyden is very much like allison: beautiful and dangerous
  • dan’s LORIMER (ocelot): a cat amongst the birds of the other girls, lorimer started plenty of fights with zyden and tau before they (and their humans) decided to band together. lorimer is bossy and brave and warm-hearted, with very sharp claws when tested
  • matt’s PIPER (boxer dog): piper is sweet-natured and enthusiastic, and very loyal. only rarely backs down from a fight though. she and sin are as close as neil and matt - complete opposites, but they somehow fit anyway.
  • renee’s TAU (mute swan): exceptionally beautiful, madly protective. tau isn’t talkative, and leaves the sweetness for renee to deal with. attacks with his wings if provoked, and they can break bone. sin doesn’t trust tau at all because he’s so watchful, and doesn’t behave like renee does - he hasn’t changed much from renee’s days as natalie, and sin recognises that.
  • andrew’s AMARANTH (spotted hyena): a huge female hyena from a species known for their matriarchal pack structure. she is affected by andrew’s medication, and doesn’t talk while andrew is high. the animal noises she makes instead are half the reason why people are afraid of andrew. after andrew sobers up she does talk, though it remains rare. her name means ‘the flower that never fades’ and has connotations of fidelity, loyalty and enduring love :)
  • aaron’s CELESTE (spotted hyena): quiet and rarely ventures out of arm’s reach of aaron. she doesn’t have amaranth’s scary rep but is probably worse tempered. she and amaranth are called ‘the twins’ by the other daemons - they’re pack animals, for better or for worse, just like the minyards themselves.
  • nathaniel/neil’s JACINTH/SIN (melanistic fox): black-coated with silver speckling and a white-tipped tail. sin is very strongly opinionated, notable for speaking to other humans - even ones she doesn’t know well - which is unusual amongst daemons. she has even less self-control than neil, reckless and mouthy, and it does get them both in trouble.


Hi my name is Alex Sportscandy Sapphire Aerobics Busybody the Tenth and I have short cobalt blue hair (that’s how I got my name) with silver streaks and black tips and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Magnús Scheving (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Íþróttaálfurinn but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a sports elf but my ears aren’t pointed. I have tanned white skin. I’m also an aerobics champion, and I live in a town called Lazytown where I’m the town nice guy. I’m a hero (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly blue. I love Academy and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a white and blue shirt a with matching vest and blue striped track pants, a hat and tall blue boots. I was wearing dark black eyebrow pencil, mustache wax, white mascara and chapstick. I was walking outside Lazytown. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very sad about. Robert Rotten stared at me. I waved at him.

Winteriron!Wings!ABO-- Excerpt

I’m sooooo excited for this story you guys!! Won’t be posted until after my Stony Soulmate, but I wanted to share just like the tiniest bit and give you an idea of what kind of fic it’s gonna be!!
The cave was cold.
So cold.
And god everything hurt so badly.

The omega couldn’t open his eyes, his head pounding. Couldn’t hardly breathe, and couldn’t force his wings back far enough to see why his chest felt like it was on fire.

He could taste blood in his mouth, smell it heavy in the air. His hair was matted against his head, and he knew he probably had a head wound, and definitely a concussion.

His wings were shaking, wrapped around him still, but he could feel the cold air moving through the gaps in the usually beautiful feathers, and knew they were badly damaged. His beautiful wings torn up, and he couldn’t remember WHY.

Something about a missile, and a Hum-drum-vee? (Rhodey).

The thought of Rhodey forced the omega to take a deep breath and pry his eyes open, feeling his eyelashes pulling and sticking, and blinked hard until the fog cleared from his vision.

The cave was big, bigger than he expected, and dishearteningly empty. Lights were strung haphazardly around the walls, casting just enough light to see… nothing. There was nothing from wall to wall, and a ceiling that rose higher than he could see.

Wrapping his wings tighter around his body, he hunched his shoulders against the cold, and tried to draw a full breath, wanting to scream when his chest nearly ripped apart.

But he couldn’t look now, not when he hurt this badly, not when his wings were so badly damaged that they refused to fold into his back like they were supposed to.

He was already dizzy from the pain, weak with hunger and exhaustion and his eyes started to fall close again, the pull of unconsciousness almost too much to resist.

Just before his vision went dark, the omega caught sight of a tall figure emerging from the shadows. Huge wings extended from broad shoulders, deep black with silver tips on the feathers. His right hand held a rifle, his left arm looking almost like metal, gleaming in the dim lights.

And above a muzzle that wrapped over his mouth and jaw and up to his ears, pale blue eyes glowed.

The omega bit back a whimper of fear, and didn’t understand why he wanted so badly to reach out for the stranger, why his wings shuddered like they wanted to present.

(No no no no no). He thought, forcing his Omega back, and dropping his eyes to hide his head.

And the stranger with the black wings and blue eyes just watched silently from the corner, keeping watch over his target. Over his mission. Over the Omega known as Tony Stark.

anonymous asked:

aaa so sorry if u have already answered this, but I rly like the smoke gene and was wondering how it works? You get a smoke gene from black gene x silver gene right?

smoke can come in any color, and it’s just a solid cat with the silver gene. it means that the hair roots are tipped white

black smoke

blue smoke

red silver (all red cats are tabbies so red smoke doesn’t exist)

cream silver

chocolate smoke

sometimes I feel like I am a growling beast.
red eyes, black fur
silver-tipped teeth of hatred
green ichor running through my blood.
I feel alive with the sensation of tugging;
heart strings,
drawn in breaths,
held in words
like my mind is to be flooded with thoughts
that make no home.
I feel like a sauntering wolf,
all fierce fire and
black-gaited claws that run rampant over
flesh and torn dreams.
I feel like destruction,
loneliness wrapped in fur,
apocalypse written in my bones since the day I was born.
I feel like Fenrir
gripping the edge of the world so tightly in jaws
meant to cry,
swallowing and
all those around me
—  i’m scared to show you the shards in case you bleed. Krys Kazik.

Industrial yet glamorous, old but new. Stainless steel mosaic tile is the perfect backsplash-turned-accent-wall in this glamorous kitchen. Pendant lighting suspended by black pipe mimics cage lights of the industrial-era to add vintage charm.

anonymous asked:

B, what if... what if Bokuto's hair was all black when he was younger but is starting to go gray early? Both the black and the silver reach root and tip in spots. I'm going to headcanon naturally occurring salt and pepper hair Bokuto until the day I die or the manga tells us otherwise lol.

Given the canon hints we have on the topic (which are zero to none), anything is possible at this point! The only thing that I can say for sure is that Bokuto’s black/platinum strokes ratio is the most inconsistent thing in the whole Haikyuu franchise. His hair is different in every single panel of the manga and every single scene of the anime so…I really…don’t know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


I was surprised how many people liked the sword I had at PAX East because it’s not actually the black knight sword (and for all you complainers out there, that’s why it’s too short XD)! It’s a cheap plastic sword I modified in a couple hours, when I realized I didn’t have time to make a sword from scratch. I intend to make some of the black knight weapons from the game for a future convention.

Anyway, here’s a general overview of the steps I took:

1) I used black worbla to change the overall shape of the sword, for example extending the cross guard to look more like the black knight sword. Worbla doesn’t stick to hard plastic very well, so I used a bit of hot glue for extra security (E6000 is probably better, but I was short on time and the next step secures everything in place anyway). Card board or foam would also work for this step.

2) Apoxie sculpt, apoxie sculpt, and more apoxie sculpt. And just in case that wasn’t enough, a bit more apoxie sculpt. This stuff adheres very well to hard plastic so you can use it to fill seams between the worbla and the base sword, add details, and enhance existing details. Detail spam away for more impressive results. (Random tip - if you want to sculpt both sides at the same time, suspend the sword between two tall containers, like i did in the picture. Then you can just rotate it to access both sides.)

3) Prime and paint your sword like you would any other prop. I found auto body primer adheres well to the hard plastic. Then I used the same paint scheme as the armor - metallic black spray paint with hand painted silver accents.

fallen | m

Originally posted by wonyeols

◇ If this is wrong, Woozi doesn’t want to be right.

◇ Woozi x reader

◇ fallenangel!au

◇ i actually kinda like this because nervous jihoon is so cute im emo


When you think of angels, what do you picture in your mind? A kind, loving figure dressed in white, wings of pure light sprouting from their back and a halo of gold hovering over their perfect head? A parent figure, watching over you as you go through your life - a friend, guiding you to choose the right things to do in life?

In reality, angels were the exact opposite.

They were cold, unloving creatures who were appointed to various people in the world. Their personalities helped them to make decisions, leaving no room for bias or understanding - they only dealt with the raw truth, and their emotions were always put behind them.

Which is why Woozi was in so much trouble. The number one rule for angels was to not fall in love. And what did he do? He fell in love.

He knew when he started smiling at every thing you did, he was in trouble. He knew when his stomach started doing a weird flipping thing whenever you smiled, he knew when he laughed at your horrible jokes, he knew when his heart ached every time you cried. He was in trouble.

He remembered the day he had his wings taken away well. The head supervisor, Jin, had realised that Woozi had fallen in love when he failed to fulfill his task (helping you fall in love), and immediately sentenced him to life on earth, clipping his white wings with golden tools that allowed him to sprout pitch black ones, officially proclaiming him a fallen angel.

But, unlike they had hoped, Woozi wasn’t completely miserable on earth. The angels had accidentally sent him down in the same city you were in, landing him in your path. He remembered the first time he had spoken to you, at a bar; the usually stoic man found himself a stuttering, blushing mess, but luckily you seemed to like him, because you asked to see him again, at the same time and place the next day.

Woozi had never looked forward to something more in his life.

You and Woozi became friends quickly. You liked talking to him - he always knew what to do when you had a problem, and he had a way with words that always made you feel better. You liked him.

Soon, not a day went by that Woozi wasn’t at your apartment (after you figured out that he had no place to stay, you instantly let him move in - he was no trouble and didn’t have much, anyway), and he soon knew everything about you.

It was only a matter of time before you figured that there was something strange about Woozi - whether it was the fact that he wore the same clothes, didn’t have a job, or house before he met you, had no friends or family and knew virtually nothing about anything, but you eventually confronted him on what - who - he was.

That was the day you had been shown his wings, feathers of midnight black and tips of shining silver, sprouting from the tan skin on his back and arching into the air. That was the day he revealed his past, and why his future was set in stone. That was the day he confessed he loved you - that was the day you returned his feelings. That was the day you made love for the first time.


“I - I don’t know how to do this,” Wooxi gulps breathily, chest heaving and lips swollen and red. His pale cheeks course with rosiness, embarrassment flushing through his system at his inexperience. “Angels, we don’t - they don’t do this kinda stuff…”

“That’s okay,” you murmur back - one, two, three kisses placed on his soft lips, soft breaths echoing throughout the cold night air. Perhaps, the empty rooftop wasn’t the best place to be at midnight - but it seemed like a good choice an hour ago, fluffy blankets thrown over the cold outdoor couches and the smoggy stars and streetlights illuminating your area. “I’ll teach you.”

He says he has no experience but his hands so naturally trail up your back, grasping at your waist and trying to pull you closer to the growing bulge in his pants, sending shivers down your spine as a hand slips passed your shirt to smooth over your bare skin.

You have no idea how long you sit there, kissing and basking in the presence of each other; by the time you decide to move on, your lips are tight with smiles and your hearts are pounding, cheeks burning and stomachs swarming with butterflies.

“You’re so beautiful,” Woozi marvels with wide eyes as you clamber off of his lap with a giggle, raising your hands above your head to remove your shirt easily, leaving you in a lacey bra that has his mouth watering.

“Not as beautiful as you,” you tease back, climbing back onto his lap a second time to reconnect your lips. All traces of uncertainty and shyness are gone - the kiss is sloppy and excited, smiles blooming against each other’s lips and necks.

Woozi is about to argue back, though a throaty groan interrupts his train of thoughts as you suddenly start to your hips roughly against his - his eyes widen as he experiences sexual pleasure for the first time, his eyebrows furrowing and throwing his head back. His voice is extremely musical, you find, moans and groans and whimpers flowing not unlike music through the empty, chilly air (which is gradually growing hotter).

“F-fuck,” he gasps breathlessly, as he begins to experimentally roll his hips into yours. “O-oh - oh my-”

You know he’s so unbelievably responsive because this is the first time he’s ever experienced any type of sexual pleasure. And that, paired with the fact that he looks so incredible underneath you, makes you excited to continue on.

“Let’s take these off,” you suggest with a pant, sliding back onto his knees and starting to unbutton his shirt, revealing an expanse of pale skin for you to mark. Another time, you think to yourself after you’ve sucked only a few red blotches onto his skin. We’ll have more time for this later.

His pants follow shortly, and then his briefs; and then he’s completely bare underneath you, all pale and flushed and looking every bit of the angel he used to be, pale pink hair brushing over his forehead. And his cock - you almost feel your mouth water - equally as pale, not so long but very thick, sprouting from a bed of dark curls with prominent veins running along the underside. You want to put your mouth on him, you want to send him back to heaven - but with how he’s looking at you, wide eyed and desperate, you figure that he wants to get to the main event as quickly as you do.

You hear him gasp softly as the clasps of your bra are undone, revealing soft and smooth skin - and a glance at his face when you pull down your trousers and panties shows you how excited he must be - his mouth is open in a gape, eyes running over your body as if you would disappear if he didn’t. His dark, soft eyes flicker back to yours. “You really are beautiful.”

You smile bashfully as you sit yourself on his lap, almost moaning at the feeling of his cock bumping against your clit, along with the gentle touch of his hands roaming along your back. “Are you sure you want this?” You feel as if it’s too late to ask, but you want to be sure.

“I was kicked out from heaven because I was so in love with you,” Woozi chuckles, meeting your eyes with a surprisingly mischievous glint, “What do you think?”

You shake your head, a short laugh escaping you. “True,” you agree, as you grasp him in your hand, the feeling of him, so warm and throbbing with need driving you crazy. You hear the tiny grunt he lets out as you rub him along your weeping slit - thank God angels can’t procreate -, and you bite your lip, hiding a grin as you start to inch him in, bit by bit.

His eyes widen, pupils dilated, and his breath catches in his throat at the indescribable pleasure that’s coming from something as simple as being wrapped around by you, your walls velvety and smooth and warm and wet at the same time. “Holy - fuck, you feel s-so good, _____…”

“So do you,” you moan in agreement, your chest rising and falling harshly as you begin to bounce. “So thick, and fucking hot-”

The feeling of him entering you and leaving you has you whimpering loudly, clit grinding against his pelvic bone occasionally as you continue to move. The atmosphere is hot and cold and slow and fast at the same time - the contrast of chilly air against your lewd actions has you shivering in arousal, gulping needily as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. You take a look at Woozi - which is a mistake, if you planned to hold out for any longer:

His head is thrown back, revealing the long slope of his neck, Adam’s Apple bobbing with every laboured gulp he took, his face, sweaty and glowing, contorting with pleasure every time you bottomed out. His hands were locked around your waist, his mouth open in pure pleasure. Fuck.

You can’t form the words to tell him you’re cumming - your throat seems to close as you meet your end, pussy spasming erratically around him as you release your sweet nectar onto his cock. He must feel you tightening and untightening around, because the sensation causes him to cum - his back arches as he lets out a strangled moan - “I love you, fuck-”

And his seed is filling you up, coating your walls with white and making your fingers cling to the back of the outdoor couch desperately.

“Is this what angels are missing out on?” He asks dreamily as you remove him from inside you, using your underwear to clean yourself up - your apartment is only a few floors down, anyway-, and pulling your clothes on with jelly legs and tired arms. “They always tended to look down on humans for having sex and falling in love.”

And as you help him redress, giggling as he places kiss after loving kiss on your lips, resting your head on his shoulder as you walk to your apsrtment, Woozi thinks about how he’s always been told how this is wrong.

He doesn’t think he wants to be right.

anonymous asked:

Juicy Marvel Rumor: “With Wonder Woman opening this week, it’s a pretty good bet Sony is taking universe building tips from Warner/DC. Why? Silver and Black (Sony's Silver Sable & Black Cat movie) is the setup for an all-female Spidey-verse team movie. It ends with Silver Sable (a la Nick Fury) rounding up a team of The Black Cat, Jessica Drew (Spider-Woman), Charlotte Witter (Stunner), Sarah Ehret (Jackpot) and Cassie St. Commons (Dusk).”

quite frankly I think Marvel and DC are spinning wildly out of control with their franchise movies and need to remember what fear is 

but if they want to try to one-up each other on movies about women who could kick my ass then I’m certainly not going to stop them 

if exo wants slick ass visuals for this comeback this is what needs to happen


yixing: i mean,,,, idk yixing is a visual that suits anything but maybe spice it up, add different tones and shit

minseok: maybe some pink stuff, idk (or black? bring back an iconic look)

jongdae: when will you give him a cool colour??? icy blue??? silver??? pink??? come on


chanyeol: we all know he’s blonde asf rn LEAVE IT LIKE THAT

sehun: a dark ass red hmhmhmhm

kyungsoo: anything. ANYTHING BUT BLACK OR BROWN WE ARE TIRED (heyheyhey ever thought of bringing that red undercut back)

junmyeon: that lilac colour he had for like a day during the growl era, but with better styling

jongin: we are all ready to see our man with red-ish hair

Curls (Phan)

Summary:  It’s raining, and just when Dan thinks his day can’t get worse, he doesn’t realize what happened to his hair…

Words: 686

A/N:  Oh look, my first drabble! I’m in love with Pastel! Dan x Punk! Phil, so you’ll be seeing more of those X3

Prompt: Pastel! Dan x Punk! Phil


It was fucking raining.

Dan was racing towards his school, hiding his pink flower crown carefully under his arms and away from the rain, but it barely helped, his jumper was getting soaked too.

He finally made it to the school, and once he had reached the halls and out of the rain, he sighed and placed his flower crown on his head, and headed towards his locker.

It was normal for people to laugh at him, he was the schools ‘flower boy’. But today, it felt different. He felt as if the kids were laughing about something about him, and not just him in general. This caused him to shrink back slightly more than usual.

When he reached his locker, he couldn’t help but notice the punks nearby eyeing him with a weird look, but Dan ignored them. He couldn’t help though, as he was swapping some of his books, but to eye Phil Lester from the corner of his eye.

Dan thought he was beautiful. The way his skin matched his black hair, which the blue tips. The silver piercings and black tattoos.

Phil couldn’t help but look back at Dan. Phil was a softie, all his friends knew that, and because of this, Phil found Dan adorable. Even more so with his curled hair, which was obviously the rains fault.

A group of people were walking past Dan and one snickered. “Oi, flower boy, nice hobbit hair!”

This caused Dan to whip around, his eyes wide. The boy’s comment seem to make over people around the area grow the confidence to also tease Dan, some even shoving the boy.

Dan’s mind swirled. It was too much. He hated being bullied for his hair, it was the reason he would straighten it. He didn’t bother locking his locker as he dropped his books, racing off to the disabled toilets that nobody ever used.

The disabled toilets were just normal toilets, except there were wider and less cubicles. Nobody used them anyway, it’s where Dan would hang out if he had ever felt it was too much. He jumped onto the counter in front of the mirror, pulling his knees to his chest as he cried silent tears, sniffing slightly.

He heard heavy footsteps a few minutes later, causing him to panic slightly as he stared at the door. He didn’t feel the need to hide in a cubical, someone already knew he was there, it didn’t matter.

Surprisingly, Phil walked in, looked around the restrooms until his eyes landed on Dan, smiling slightly. This surprised Dan, who shifted away little, forgetting his appearance for a moment.

Phil walked over, placing his bag on the counter next to Dan, looking up at the boy. “You alright, Dan?” Phil asked with a soft voice, greatly surprising Dan. Dan nodded a little, before wiping his cheeks.

“Y-yeah… it was just raining, so my hair curled…” Dan muttered, looking at Phil’s blue eyes with a suspicious gaze. Phil only smiled sweetly, before opening his bag.

“Here, come closer,” Dan obeyed, dangling his legs over the counter, resting his hands on the edge. Phil stood in between Dan’s legs, leaning close to Dan. Phil then lifted up his hands, revealing straightener that he had plugged into the wall. Dan’s eyes lit up.

“You—“ Phil cut him off though, poking Dan’s nose.

“Here, I’ll straighten your hair.”

Phil spent the next fifteen minutes straightening Dan’s hair, not really caring when his lips brushed against Dan’s skin when he moved close to straighten the sides, smirking when Dan went red like a tomato.

Soon, Phil was finished, and leaned backwards. His hips were pressed against the counter, and Dan’s legs had wrapped loosely around Phil’s waist. They didn’t bother moving, just looking at each other in comfortable silence.

Dan, face growing red, finally leaned forward and pecked Phil’s nose, smiling weakly. “Thank you for that…”

Phil was pink as well, but grinned happily. “You’re welcome,” he said, moving back and away from Dan. He helped him off the counter before placing the straightener in his bag, slinging it over his shoulder.

Oh look, a sequel! Read here

Why Qrow Branwen isn’t Ruby’s biological father

so I’ve been REAL STEAMED about this really shitty theory.  I’ve seen it on Reddit, I’ve seen it on Tumblr on Wiki, ANYWHERE I’ve seen it and its wrong for many reasons.

Now rather than just talk shit and insult people behind this crackpot theory I’ll just present my case against common Excuses. This is gonna be a long post but i won’t Read More it. feel free to keep scrolling

  • Ruby and Yang’s age gap:

obviously people don’t understand how babies work, and how fast relationships can break or develop. Literally I’ve seen people date and be in love for about half a month before breaking it off. A lot of people pointing this out like to mention that taiyang possibly cheated on raven while with her and a bunch of other Soap opera novella bullshit. EVEN THEN Yang has never met Raven. In burning candle she references to Summer Rose as her and Ruby’s mom of course, Summer RAISED her and Ruby.

Its totally possible that Raven left not long after yang was born with yang Not knowing who she is

 until summer passed away. its more than possible she downright says Raven left her after she was born.
After Raven left, Summer stepped up to help Taiyang raise infant Yang so of course, being close team mates and with how things were it was bound to happen that they got together leading to Ruby’s birth. Summer was Yang’s real mother in her eyes until Taiyang told her the truth after her passing leading Yang to search for her biological mother, Raven.

  • Different last names: 

    “but Yang is Yang Xiao Long and Ruby is Ruby Rose, IF ITS THE SAME DAD WHY DIFFERENT NAMES” It’s not unlikely that Taiyang and Summer weren’t actually married. Ruby could have been an accidental conception so they married AFTER Ruby’s birth.  There’s literally so many other explanations that aren’t drama reaching.

  • Qrow Trained Ruby and is Closer to her, Yang and Ruby fight differently :

    congratulations, you’re observant and watched the show, minus ten points for not getting the point. Ruby is a scythe wielder with emphasis on speed (due to her semblance), Yang is a Power house, close combat fighter who’s semblance converts damage into power.
     Qrow trained Ruby because he too wields a Scythe and relies on speed as well… Taiyang does not use scythes nor does he seem to be the speed type so he lets Ruby train with her uncle.
    Of course she’s closer to Qrow than yang is cause he trained her. Your very reason for thinking they’re father-daughter is the same reason he absolutely isn’t. Her father doesn’t know how to use a scythe or have a speed semblance.

    That’s like asking Pyrrah to train Nora, or Sun to train penny, completely different weapons and skill sets incompatible to what they need to learn.

    I’ve seen people also argue that Qrow took time out of his “busy world saving schedule” to train Ruby. They forget Qrow is a Professor at Signal academy, and Ozpin is still Beacon’s headmaster despite his even busier “world saving schedule.”

  • Qrow hates Taiyang because Taiyang totally cheated on raven

    No. Going BACK to Burning candle. Yang mentions how utterly CRUSHED Taiyang was from Summer’s death, Not only did his first wife leave him with a newborn Yang, a young dad, single and never having raised a child before, But his second wife dies after filling his family with love and raising not only Ruby but his first child like his own. Of course he’d be devastated, as well as irresponsible.
    He didn’t cheat on anyone.
    If there is ANY REASON for Qrow and Taiyang to have bad blood it would be because:
     A) Qrow Saved yang and Ruby, possibly because Taiyang wasnt aware of Yang and Ruby going missing because he was busy morning. He was probably sour how irresponsible Taiyang was.
    B) Silver eyes, Taiyang kept the Silver eyes hidden from Ruby. He obviously knew because he was with summer, and he was definitely not going to tell her when she outright asked him in “end of the beginning” 

qrow doesn’t even hate taiyang, if anything Taiyang is upset that Qrow interrupted a moment with him and Ruby. She just woke up from a coma and like the worried father he is he doesnt want Qrow to overwhelm her.

Do you see any bad blood? No, these Are two close friends who have fought together for years who are now adults. One is afraid of loosing more of his family and the other wants to help continue Ozpin’s mission. something they disagree on obviously since Qrow wants to practically use Ruby’s special powers.

Taiyang and Qrow obviously spoke about this to each other before Qrow spoke to Ruby. Qrow knew Ruby would want to go to Haven, especially after all that talk of her being special and Ozpin’s mission. Taiyang is a single father raising two teenage girls and Zwie, who’s lost plenty and scared of losing more. He Trusts Qrow but he’s still protective of his girls. I don’t care how cool you think a dad Qrow would be, a father that cares about his daughter, trusting or not, won’t send her on such a dangerous mission so off handed like that.

  • It would make a good plot twist/It would be cool:

no it wouldn’t, this is not only the most popular theory around but the laziest I’ve seen personally. Sure RT isn’t known for being the best at smooth character development and the writing could use a little work, but i doubt that Kerri and Miles would use such a LAZY plot twist, especially after killing off pyrrah and penny, and revealing Salem as the Narrator who’s been with us since season 1. Its just not original and i have about a hundred, Mexican Novellas, American soap Opera’s and Foreign dramas to back me up. its not an original nor interesting idea. Rwby isn’t about Family drama.

Lastly the EASIEST to debunk

  • Ruby and qrow look alike

Uhm… no, they don’t

Qrow’s face is almost heart shaped (its not a style thing either since Taiyang’s face is squared), Eyes are narrow, and hair is black (graying due to age/stress), Really tall, hair spiky and unruly,

Ruby’s face, Rounder, eyes also round and boxy, silver eyes, black hair red tips smooth and nearly flat aside a few straw wisps. Who else fits that description exactly ?

oh is that ruby? NO ITS HER MOM, literally the only other person who shares physical traits to Ruby. So if you’re going to argue she looks like Qrow, then you might as well tell me she looks nothing like Summer cause i don’t see it.
She may not resemble Taiyang much either but i can assure you she still looks nothing like Qrow.

tl:dr Qrow isn’t the father because of literally every reason ever.

I end my rant and debunking here, Maury aint got shit on me.

Thanks to anyone who stayed long enough to read my post, I don’t typically do this kind of thing.

I understand everyone one has theories and i respect that, but when you’re insisting its canon, or trying to get me to agree with you without providing evidence from the source material even a little bit, your theory is just a head canon.

Here’s the up to date Ladybug design for SF (except for the gloves–she doesn’t have those in the fic yet). There is more to her design than this, but any more would be spoilers. 

Here are the key differences between SF and canon Ladybug: The boots are mid-thigh, black, and silver tipped (similar to Chat’s, but without the paw-print aesthetic). She has two yoyos. The gloves, which she doesn’t have in the fic yet, are black like the boots and topped with a kind of black fur (this mirrors another addition on Chat that he doesn’t have in the fic yet either). On her back, between her shoulder blades, is the paw-print (as shown on the right). Her staff in the image is not to scale–it’s at least as long as she is tall. The staff ends are the yoyo sides, and the middle glows pink (think light saber or like the original staff design she had in the concepts for the show). 

I’ll sketch Chat tomorrow, but for now I’m headed to bed. Hope this helps people out ;D

Ignore my crap drawing skills.