What would be the cause of avid finally confessing to pyro? Does it have to with pyro getting almost killed by the holy water or somethin else?
One very important question
“If the vampiric part of him dies (like being staked) I'm sure it would let itself be known again..”
WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!? WILL AVID DIE AND JUST TRAUMATISE HIS FRIENDS AND SEND PYRO INTO A BLIND RAGE?!?
Also gotta love the cowboy gettup pyro and avid has, both are slaying.
Did avid and pyro coven kill Louis? What happened and do they know about Louis’ death?
Also just have to say I would kill for truffle.
Also also HELP ever since “the stupid ass ship chart” my brain can't stop thinking of pyro using avid as a battery ram against the humans.
Also how's the town doing?
And would the vampires try to desecrate the beacons? How long does it take for them to start desecrating them?
Also thank you for answering all my questions!!!!!
Living up to his namesake.
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OK SO IVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS ASK FOR A GOOD FEW DAYS. the confession ended up Too Long, so I uploaded it on AO3! my very first one on there, here's the link:3 !! and I'll answer the rest of the questions under the cut
Avid manages to get out of Oakhurst without being staked, but it's not clear sailing for them after they leave!! They've got their old coven still trying to bring them to justice, and vampire hunters are still a threat. And yeah, I don't think Pyro would take to see Avid dying in front of him TOO well....
Avid and Pyros coven DID kill Louis, since the Sire didn't appreciate his whole "love the humans" thing happening so close to their territory, and Louis definitely argued back, not willing to bend on his morals. And any form of dissent had to be dealt with.
Pyro would most likely know more than Avid, and anything Avid knows would be whatever Pyro told him and snippets the Sire bragged out. Neither were involved in the actual act or the decision making: Pyro dealt with record keeping and estates and Avid was basically just entertainment. Whether or not Owen believes this is a whole other issue.
The town is doing VERY well in this au. There's no paranoid Avid driving a wedge between people, and they have a lot of organised, knowledgeable people. They're ALSO not losing a whole lot of people vampirism, so they have the numbers. But you also shouldn't underestimate the coven.
They would start desecrating beacons once they've been driven out of town, taking the castle one and trying to keep a few closer ones. I'd say while the town keeps a majority of the beacons consecrated, the coven causes a lot of issues by continuously making them neutral at the same time.
And no problem!!! Thank YOU for asking and for caring about this au it means so much 🥹🥹 I'm always so happy to answer questions even if it takes me a bit
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Fan art for a RWBY fic I'm quite enjoying called Red Sky at Night in which Penny gets hacked before the events of the series, Winter is working to get her back, and Ruby first encounters Penny at Torchwick's dust robbery and notices that something is wrong.
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I spent a day designing the look of Penny based on the description given before I made the main piece, so here's that too!
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Tw:/: intense staring, Bokuto being himself, loss of sleep, fluff
College was harder than you thought it would be, yet with your body being used to lots of sleep per night, it was completely being wrecked by the all nighters you were pulling.
Most of your time was spent at the library, your AirPods in and absolutely blasting into your already damaged ear-drums, hunched over work and quickly switching between your laptop and papers.
Most of your time would always be spent here. Becoming familiar with your favorite table and the comforting smell of the maybe twenty foot high bookshelves around you. The large and old square tables that lined between large spaces between the shelves, the librarian who always wished you a good morning and good night.
Everything about it gave your mind a comfort for focus, which was something you didn’t naturally have.
But today something was different.
You couldn’t shake the way you felt someone’s eyes on you.
Pausing your music and slowly you looked forwards at the tabled in front of you. A large looking man, tall hair that swiped up in two spike like things, being a mix of black and grey and a little white. His arms were stretched out completely flat on the table, his books open and spread out but pushed to the sides; untouched.
And large golden eyes that locked completely onto yours.
He stared into your eyes for a second, before it fully registered that you had looked back at him, in which he quickly sat up, his knees banging loudly on the underside of the table, causing multiple people from other isles to ‘shush’ him. He deflated lightly and looked around, before locking his eyes back onto you, a wide smile on his face.
He raised his freakishly large hand up, waving it frantically at you.
You responded with a sheepish smile, offering a small wave in response. His eyes seemed to light up at the fact that you even responded.
“I said I like it like that~ Now I like dollars, I like diamo-”
Your brushed against your lips, borderline hiding the smile your had as he frantically reached for his phone while multiple people shushed him from around the library.
He stared at his screen for a few moments, looking at something before frowning and packing up all his things.
He was simply so happy you had noticed him and responded, that when he waved goodbye, he had forgotten to get your number.
With a college of over seven thousand students, it would be borderline impossible to find one with just a description of how they look in poor lighting.
One he realized, it was too late to run back to you, the train doors closing as the thought crossed his mind.
So he prayed. Praying for when he would see your pretty face again. Then, maybe, he would match an equally beautiful name to a beautiful face.
Ahhhhh my second official story. This one is going to be a series!!!!! Strangers to friends- friends to lovers trope. Part two soon !
