It Will Still Come.

It will still come.

Jaune stood up as he cradled the young fall maiden to be.

Jaune: maybe I can change you.. maybe I can make you a better person.. make you more than the person you were.

Jaune grabbed Crocea mors from the ground, before sheathing it was he grabbed the blanket from the crib. He wrapped it around cinder despite her already being covered in a blanket.

He began to walk out of the house, holding cinder in his arms. As the world went white.

Fifteen years later.

Jaune watched on in horror as his daughter stood in front of their burning home. Cinder stayed back at him with those same dead eyes he saw before.

Jaune: cinder.. what did you do?

Cinder: I did what I was supposed to.. I became the monster you wrote of..

Jaune: you.. you read my journal?!

Cinder: of course I did.. I was just thinking it was fiction but something.. clicked. Something I know all to well.

Jaune stayed silent as he looked down, anger boiling up but it wasn't directed at his daughter.. but himself.

Jaune couldn't even fight as he felt a sword struck him, ending his life.

Just a man.

(look, I've been listening to epic: the musical and I can't stop thinking about adult jaune seeing a baby cinder and struggling on whether he should kill her or not. So you all have to suffer now.)

Jaune didn't know how, nor did he care. As he found himself in a room in front of a baby's crib as he saw her. A sleeping baby with burning amber eyes staring at him. The eyes Jaune grew to know, and despise.

He unsheathed crocea mors as he raised it above his head. Blade pointing down, ready to be blunged and end it.

Jaune took a deep breath as after a minute he dropped his sword as it hit the wooden floor. Jaune fell to his knees as he looked at the child. He knew what she would become but-

Jaune: I can't hurt you.. but I want to so badly..

Jaune looked at the baby as he carefully reached in, the infant grasping his finger as she giggled. Jaune almost smiled at the sound as he thought back to a brighter memory.

Jaune laid in bed as he held Ruby close with the red reaper clutching their 5 year old son.

Jaune: he's so.. peaceful, just years ago he was crying his head off.

Ruby: well it's not like a lot can't happen between being 9 months old to 5 years.. makes you remember how much time there is in life.

Jaune: yeah..

Jaune brought a hand towards their son as he combed it through his hair. It was pitch black, with red peppering it.

The young boy stirred slightly as he shoved his head in closer. With Jaune having a warm smile.

Jaune: he's going to be a great man.. I can already tell.

Ruby: well, his parents are two huntsmen sooo..

Jaune: id more say his parents are a novice huntsman and exceptional huntress but.. sure thing rubes.

Jaune stared at the infant before carefully picking her up and cradling her.

Jaune: I should.. I should hate you with every fiber of my being, every ounce of my soul.. but you.. I can't.. I know why I should.. you grow up into.. her. But you're just a girl, an innocent child.. you almost look like..

Jaune pressed against the wall before sliding down onto the floor, sitting. He crossed his legs and began stroking the infant's head.

Jaune couldn't tell if he was holding the woman whose neck he wanted to wrap his hands around and watch the light leave her eye.. or a daughter.

Jaune released a hick as tears began to roll down his cheeks. He released another hick before he began to sob.

Jaune: dear oum.. dear oum how could I hurt a daughter?..

The ending doesn't have to be set in stone, right?

@spahhzy @epic-arc get your asses over here, this war ain't over yet.

I raise. Another fuzzy boy and a fluffy boy.

It's just fuzzy boy look at him.

Look at my child!

He cute :)

It's just a itty bitty baby. He so small but so fluffy. I will find one that bares his resemblance and I will name him Jorge, we will have soft shell tacos together, I'll make him into a purrito and then carry him around like an inf-

Oh wait shit this is my main blog...

Ahem.

Cute.

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I can't draw but God damn DEATH TO AI LOSERS!

The pencils breaking into smaller pencils

And why they treating word pencil like a slur. Reblog to scare ai losers away 🤭

as a fellow jaune enthusiast, the reason i like him (and im confident in saying for other peeps as well) is simply hes an underdog. its a classic character, everyone loves an underdog is the saying. while early beacons writing had some hiccups (like not knowing aura, thats only festering with time) hes simple and sweet, hard to go wrong with this type of character. He wants to do the right thing, wants to improve, hes nice, and a dork. Plus his falsifying of transcripts actually does a lot to inject some extra spice of moral flexibility to an otherwise classic archetype. not only that, but with him not being cut out for this, and still being determined enough to try and chase their dream, gives him a solid foundation to work on. extra bits that arent huge but still relevant, his large family not wanting him to go this path further adds fuel to his determination

and the fact that hes got 7 sisters is comedy gold. I live for the fics where hunters are super specialized badasses, but the tradeaway is they are kinda terrible at just about everything else. its a nice counterbalance to him not knowing how to hunter like the others who presumably have been training for years. Ergo, here comes Jaune to save the day, he may not be able to kill a grimm but damn that boy can work a grill, do taxes and dance

I consider this a very mild take, but a good one. Jaune is definitely an underdog, and people can find that to be a character they root for.

However ofcourse Rwby is about team Rwby and unfortunately people aren't exactly here for the white boy. But that doesn't change the fact people still root for him.

But yeah that's all I got. Man can work a grill.