If I could - as kindly as possible - point out one flaw in the RWBY writing that has always bothered me, it would be withholding information.
It’s something that is done far too often and something that I’ve heard the writers even kind of…brag about in commentary. They mentioned at one point having this whole thing for Mercury and what happened to him, they wanted to explain it but then decided that they’d just wait, because they could and while I think that works sometimes, more often than not it doesn’t.
It’s one thing to keep information from your characters, but you shouldn’t get too comfortable doing that with your audience and I think it’s led to a lot of the discussion that has gone on recently about the show.
When you start something and it has deep history and backstory - it can be very easy to want to slowly bring that out. The problem is, when you have an audience, is that they will sit around and excitedly come up with theories and ideas and plots that they want/think/hope happens.
What that does is creates hype and anticipation and expectations. The stuff coming out now, this stuff Qrow talked about and the history - that’s the stuff that’s been planned from the beginning. The stuff Monty/Miles/Kerry/Gray/Matt all sat around and created. Monty came up with the ideas/characters/etc., but as a group they all built that world.
So the disappointment in it I don’t think is even so much about the content itself, it’s that we had to wait so long for it and built it up so much ourselves in places like this (I’ve so done this before in fandom) and then when it comes out it’s not everything you spent months and months readying yourself for it to be and it’s maybe not as good as some things you’ve heard or thought of or read about and it can be a let down.
If they had given us all of this from the beginning - opened up the world from the very start - it would have probably spared a lot of people because instead of building our own ideas of the world, we could have just built around the established ones. It’s a mistake a lot of new writers make (remember Kerry runs the show now and he’s like…25) and even in withholding you hurt yourself because if you sit on an idea for too long you eventually start to change it in your own mind and think you can make it better and then contradict something you’ve already set.
That is what I think is happening with RWBY right now and why some of the big stuff is not having the impact it should.
I love RWBY, I support RWBY and I will continue to for as long as they make it. It’s my favorite show.
Still, you can clearly tell that it’s being written and created by people who have never done this sort of thing before. The hope is that they can grow and improve and clean it up, but I still think they’ve done a good job building something people are, if nothing else, very passionate about.
Are you telling me Rose is the only one from school who figured it out about Lukas and Philip????
-Lukas’ motocross videos are certainly filmed by sOMEONE and Philip happens to borrow Tommy’s camera???
-Lukas very obviously hesitates to punch Philip in episode one
-Lukas sneaks out of the memorial service for Tommy and Tracy and Philip soon follows after??
-They both ditch the service thingy. I know there were rumors but come on!!! One video of Lukas and Rose can’t certainly fool the entire school
-One disappears and then a minute later the other disappears???
-Lukas goes to the roof before school and Philip makes his way up there sometime after???
-Philip and Lukas are the only ones around after Lukas is showing off on his bike in the court yard thingy?????
-Are you telling me teenagers do not walk around town on the weekend and see the two sitting on a bench closer than friends would be?????
-Lukas gets a polaroid for Philip because he wanted to??? Most guys I know don’t buy other guys gifts unless they’re dating, siblings or extremely close.
-Did Lukas wait for everyone to leave Rose’s house before taking Philip home after the party in episode six or did he find away to sneak off
-You cannot pOSSIBLY TELL ME THAT NO ONE AT THAT SCHOOL SEES ANOTHER PERSON ON THE BACK OF LUKAS’ LOUD ASS DIRT BIKE IN EPISODE SEVEN! THAT BIKE DRAWS ATTENTION TO ITSELF SO YOURE TELLING ME NO ONE LOOKS BACK AT LUKAS’ BIKE AND DOESNT SEE SOMEONE WHO IS CLEARLY NOT ROSE BEHIND HIM??????
-YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME THAT NO ONE WALKING UP TO THAT SCHOOL DOES NOT SEE THEM TALKING BEHIND THAT STUPID ASS TREE IN EPISODE EIGHT. THAT TREE IS NOT BIG ENOUGH TO SHIELD THEM ALL THE WAY ANYONE WALKING TO THE SCHOOL CAN SEE THEM TALKING
I refuse to believe that all those other kids are stupid af and that Rose is the only smart one. There is no way no one else tries to figure it out.
Hey ! Here I’m again with a fanfic for the negan smut week. I
don’t know, I’m feeling really excited right now xD It’s my
first smut fanfic and I can’t lie that I’m stressed BUT excited.
There’ll be a second part so, it’s not finish 😏
Summary : “Men pursue
you and fortunately, you manage to escape. You decide tospend the
night in an abandoned hut when, in the middle of the night, someone
knocks on the door..”
Ships : Negan x reader
Words : 3254
Warning : Curses, smut, smut, smut, smut.. And smut.
You ran as fast as possible, your heart pounding against your
chest and your ears buzzing because of the noise of the rifle. It had
rained not long ago then, the ground was slippery. This made it
harder to run.
You had to go as far as possible from these men, pursuing you
relentlessly. You redoubled your speed and jumped over several
branches on the way. Your eyesight became blurry as you felt the
adrenaline fill your whole body. And there you see in the distance a
wooden hut, surely abandoned in view of its condition. You stopped
for a moment, reflecting on what was best to do : either hide
yourself there or continue to run at the risk of being tired and that
they catch you anyway.
“She’s gone that way ! Hurry up or we’ll lose her !”
You heard with horror and you took two seconds to decide what you
were going to do. And that was where you got an idea. It was as if
you were signing your death warrant but you had to try.
You held your breath with one hand on your mouth, hearing the men
searched inside the wooden hut. You came inside and threw your bag
inside, making them think you’d hide there, which would be obvious to
anyone. And while you were going out and looking for a real hiding
place, you had found this hollow hole beneath a tree. And it was deep
enough that no one - for your greatest hope - would find you.
You heard the men’s voices, grave and lofty.
“This bitch managed to escape. The boss will not be very happy.
It was a fucking woman who would surely please him”.
Their boss ? Great, now there was a psychopath in need.
“Okay, let’s go. Let us continue to look for her”.
You heard the footsteps moving away from you and the voices became
weaker and weaker until they completely disappeared. You remained
hidden for a moment before finally coming out with little steps,
looking at your surroundings to check if you were safe and sound.
You sighed and you returned to the cabin to find your bag where
you left it. You fell to the ground, exhausted. You put your legs
back against you, putting your head on your knees. Your heart calmed
gently and you felt the tension left your body.
The night was already showing. You were tired by your flight and
you decided to sleep there for the night. You took out your red
sleeping bag to lay it on the wet wooden floor. You put your black
bag beside you and you lay down, sighing with fatigue, putting your
arm on your eyes. Everything was quiet and silent. It was perfect.
You turned to the side, blocking your hands under your head. Your
eyelids fell heavily and you soon fell asleep.
A noise woke you in the middle of the night. You got up straight
and pulled out your revolver from your holster. You raised the gun to
the closed door. Your sweaty hands trembled as you walked slowly
toward the source of the noise coming from behind the door.
“I advise you to show up before I sieve the door. And I will not
hesitate for a second !”
The noise had stopped. But you didn’t lower your gun. Your
tension went up quickly, and it intensified when you saw the handle
moved, as if someone was trying to open it. Your lips trembled until
you jerked and you looked dazed at the door.
“Fuck, open this damn door ! I’m dying of cold here !”Shouted
a hoarse man’s voice.
He tapped again against the wooden door. You were arguing in your
head if you had to leave him out or take the risk of letting him in.
Your benevolence gained the upper hand.
You put away your gun and ran to open the door wide. A tall, thin
man debouched inside. You shut the door where you saw quickly snow
fall. You turned to the man who pulled the white powder out of his
hair, rubbing a hand in it. He placed a strange bat surrounded by
iron wire against the wall.