Just DA Mabel Yapping About What She Saw In Other AU Or Universe.

I'm glad she died

Y'all were right about her

Reboging this frisbee eater

Same

Ruby is very misunderstood in this scene because if I lost my ginger cottagecore machine goddess situationship twice there would be bodies

This is sorcery, I need to try it

there is an amazing drink called water. it's refreshing, and you can even put ice in it

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!

Go do the silly

Enjoy black with sun

I'm silly. what do I do about this

I didn't know i needed this until now. Please i hope it happens!

The Master comes back and infiltrates the Tardis under the guise of a new companion. The Doctor knows it's them and knows they are plotting something, but doesn't say anything because going on adventures with them is the most time they have spent with their friend in a long time.

my hands slipped

Can't wait to read this, please tell us where to read this when it comes out

Announcement: Upcoming Fanfic – Remnant Warriors: Age of Salem

Inspired by Fire Emblem Warriors, and Hyrule Warriors, what if RWBY has a spin-off story of their own?

Plot: In the future, Dr. Arthur Watts uses the four relics to merge time to undo the events since the defeat of Salem. Little did she know that Warriors of the Past, Present and Future will appear.

This is amazing!!!

Not All Histories Are The Same

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.