Armin Jace ✍️ At The End of the World

Stooooooop, that expression is heartbreaking

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“No, listen,” Nyx said, her eyes welling with tears. “Because I have to tell you the truth - the whole truth. “You know I was born in Hinoki, in the forest. I went to Sanctum for combat training before going to Atlas. But while I was at Sanctum, I was approached by a group of Faunus. They were part of the White Fang, and wanted my help with slipping into Atlas,” she said. “It’s the entire reason I went there instead of Haven. At first, I was alright with it. I knew about the treatment most Faunus received at the hands of humans. I was a victim of it myself. That cheery girl you knew? She was just a mask. A fake personality that was supposed to lure people into a false sense of security,” she said. Bronn’s grip tightened on the hilt of his axe, but he didn’t draw it. He was determined to listen to Nyx, to give her the chance to explain herself. He owed her that much, at least. “Tell me you weren’t behind the security breaches that led to Atlas falling,” he said quietly.

“I wasn’t. I promise I wasn’t. I was already long done with the White Fang by then. When Adam Taurus killed Sienna Khan and took over, I vanished,” she said. “But even before that, I was starting to feel uneasy about what they were doing. It started off with protests and simple things, but they started getting aggressive. Hijacking trains, robbing stores, burning down houses. At first I understood, because humans were evil and violent and abused us. But then I went to Atlas. I got put into your team. You… you changed everything, Bronn. You were… you are a good man. A good human. You never once made me feel different. You protected me when nobody else would. And all the lies that the White Fang were trying to spin started to unravel. “I loved you for that. I still love you.” That bombshell hit Bronn out of nowhere. It left him dumbfounded. “Nyx, I- You what?” She smiled sadly. “I love you, Bronn,” she repeated. “I know you don’t think the same of me; you thought I was dead for months, but even before then you were kind of oblivious to everything else. You had to be the shield for all of us.”

“Not a very good shield,” he said, frowning. “Cobalt and Rouge still died. Plenty of people in Mantle did.” “None of which was your fault, nor could you have prevented it,” Nyx said, cutting him off. “Pretending to be pathetic isn’t going to make me stop loving you, but it will annoy me to no end.” He sighed. “I know. I’m sorry. I need time to process all this,” he said. “The world needs to stop ending for, like, five minutes. But…” “But…?” Nyx asked, somewhat expectantly. “I do appreciate you coming clean,” Bronn answered. “About all of it. I can’t tell you how I’m feeling right now, not until I get it all sorted out, but I do at least want to thank you for being honest.”

#Fluffuary2026 Day 18 - "You... You changed everything"

In a clandestine conversation, Nyx comes clean with Bronn and tells him everything - both good and bad.

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I can't wait for spring

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Photos taken moments before disaster: Team CNBR edition

In the weeks before Atlas falls, these four seem somewhat at peace. Little do they know the fate that awaits them. One dead, one vanished, one turned, and only one survivor.

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I mean if you'd stop disintegrating folks all the time... Lol

(it means the hawk was especially stupid)

Beautiful work ❤️

I love that 🖤

The streets were empty at this hour, an unusual quiet having fallen over the city in the past few weeks. Bronn was glad for the quiet - the political atmosphere was heating up ahead of the Atlas Council election, and supplies that were supposed to be headed for Mantle were being diverted… elsewhere. Emotions were running high, which meant the Grimm were sure to close in more often. Bronn let out a deep breath, watching the steam escape his lips and dissipate in the night air. Above, the underside of Atlas eclipsed the shattered moon and obscured the stars. The streetlamps were dim as their Dust was rationed. The shieldbearer struggled to see. He thought he saw dust stirring at the mouth of an alleyway, but by the time he approached it, he didn’t see anything. He blinked, and in that instant, the air shifted, a hooded figure popping into existence. Bronn gasped, then realized belatedly how utterly unprepared he was. Fortunately, the figure wasn’t a threat; Nyx lowered her hood and smiled sweetly at him. “Easy there, Bronn,” she said.

“Can you not do that… ever?” Bronn asked, forcing his breathing to slow. “Bad enough Atlas decided to dim the lights down here.” “I know, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself,” she said. “Thanks for coming out here.” “No problem. Everything okay?” he asked. “Harriett still giving you trouble?” Nyx rolled her eyes, her ears flattening slightly. “No, it’s fine. She gives everybody trouble,” she replied. “Have you heard anything about the supply convoys? The ones being diverted away from Mantle?” Bronn shook his head. “Above my paygrade, Nyx, you know that,” he answered. “It’s supposedly being looked into, but I don’t know if I trust Ironwood any further than I can throw him. Probably nobody can, especially after the embargo.” Nyx frowned. “You’re probably right. How’s your mom doing? Is the business okay?” He nodded. “The shop is still running out of necessity, since they provide armor for Huntsmen. Costs have gone up, though, and the wait for materials is frustrating.”

“Well, if there’s anything I can do…” “I appreciate it, Nyx,” Bronn said. “We’ll be okay.” The fox Faunus dropped her gaze, then looked back up at him, her cheeks slightly pink. Bronn assumed it was the cold. “You should get back inside and warm up.” “Hmm? Oh, I’m fine,” she said. “Rouge is out right now anyway, so there’s nobody home. Besides, we haven’t gotten to see much of each other lately.” “That’s true,” Bronn said. Their missions of late had been pretty thin, with Ironwood preferring to leave patrols to the mechanized infantry rather than the Huntsmen. Even the private missions seemed to have dried up - Bronn hadn’t seen many come across, and Rouge and Cobalt confirmed similar difficulties. “Hey, so while I’ve got you here, there was something I needed to tell you,” she said, lowering her voice.

“What’s up?” he asked. He leaned a little closer to hear her better, but she kept her eyes on the ground, her fingers fidgeting. Whatever it was, she was having trouble putting it into words. Nyx’s scroll chirped, and she looked at it quickly, obscuring it from his view. “Damn. Sorry, Bronn, I’ve got to run,” she said, giving him a swift kiss on the cheek. “Try not to miss me too much, okay?” She reengaged her Semblance, vanishing from sight as she hurried off, leaving Bronn very confused and slightly shaken.

#Fluffuary Days 15 & 16 - Secret Meeting + Under The Night Sky

Just before everything went to hell, Bronn found himself in a quiet alley in Mantle, and ran across a fox...

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I think, ultimately, a good bit of my #Fluffuary2026 entries will not make it into the final product ("...At The End Of The World") but a few might. Days 4 and 10, for example, almost definitely will.

The flight to Argus was quiet, smooth… And cold. The Atlesian airship that served as their ferry was outdated, and the pilot didn’t seem overly concerned with creature comforts, so long as his ship still flew. Emerald shivered as the ship made its way farther north. “This was such a stupid idea,” she grumbled. “Why did I sign up for this mission again?” “Because you wanted to try to have a meal that didn’t taste like sand,” Bronn answered. “That it and of itself wasn’t a bad decision, but knowing we were headed for Argus and not dressing for it…” “You made your point,” she said. She’d neglected the leather jacket she’d worn in Atlas, instead wearing the more spare clothing she’d been accustomed to for years. That type of clothing served her well in places like Vale, Haven, or Vacuo, but was never meant for colder climates like Argus or Solitas. Bronn wordlessly removed his own jacket and draped it around her shoulders. He felt her flinch from the unexpected contact, but she quickly slid her arms into the sleeves and wrapped it tightly around herself. “Mmmm… this is the best,” she said, reveling in his body heat that had been trapped in the material. “Aren’t you cold?” “Not at the moment,” he said. “I might repossess that jacket later on, though. We’re going to be in Argus for a couple of days, after all.” Emerald flashed him a playful grin. “How about you let me keep the jacket,” she said, leaning closer to him and tracing patterns on his chest with a finger, “and we see if I can find a different way to help keep you warm.”

#Fluffuary2026 Days 12 & 13: "Keeping Warm" and "Dressed Up"

Emerald and Bronn head to Argus for a long mission, but Emerald neglects to take Argus' chilly climate into account.

Somewhat shorter than I've done lately, because I struggled with motivation again.

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I... Don't have a single favorite song in English. I have a list lol

I just want to give her a hug 😞

Same for my writing. Even if I did miss a couple of days lol

G'night. Morning for me means it's bedtime lol

The remainder of the trip from Coquina to Vacuo was, thankfully, quiet, and it allowed Emerald a chance to put things in perspective. Bronn was at the head of the convoy, keeping a lookout for local wildlife, which tended to be more problematic than the Grimm. Team CFVY had run afoul of mole crabs on more than one occasion, and brothers knew what else lurked out in the sands. There was no doubting the man’s bravery, she had to admit. He wasn’t afraid to take point when danger was a possibility. Probably had something to do with the door-sized shield he carried around. He also made sure to cover the team’s retreat when they’d finished their mission or things got too hot to stick around. Selfless, brave. Idiotic. Why had he been so adamant, so insistent on not letting her deal with her problems on her own? He knew, they both knew, that he was far from the best Huntsman in the world. He wasn’t even the best Huntsman in Vacuo. But he had a quiet confidence that convinced him - and nearly convinced her - that he could defend her if it came to it.

It was bravado, of course; she had enough experience with men to know that much. But the way he didn’t waver, not even once, told her that unlike some other men (Mercury…), he was actually serious about his actions. He’d never failed to be kind to her, even when it got on her nerves. He’d stood up for her on several occasions, something Mercury had definitely not done. The trucks rolled to a stop in the center of the refugee district, and Emerald saw Bronn’s booted feet hit the dirt. Within minutes, they were unloading the vehicles. Food and medical supplies went out to the civilians, Dust containers and weapons went to the Huntsmen, Huntresses, and civilian guards. Finally, when they were done, Emerald breathed a sigh of relief. The job was done. She found Bronn sitting against a low wall, his head tilted back and his eyes closed, an arm propped up on his left knee. She sat down quietly beside him. “Glad we can finally take a break,” she said. “I don’t mind convoy duty, but being on edge all the time just makes me tired faster.” “You’re not wrong,” Bronn said. “That’s why you gotta get catnaps where you can.” He opened his eyes and looked at her, a sloppy grin on his face. “Lazy,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You’re gonna have to do better than that if you’re gonna keep your promise to me.”

“Oh, I can do better,” Bronn said, closing his eyes again, his head resting against the stone wall. “Conserving energy now helps me do better later.” “If you say so,” she replied. She studied his pose, his posture. He was actually relaxed, for the first time all weekend. His shoulders weren’t bunched up under his ears, his hands weren’t balled up into fists. The illusionist reached out, slowly, tentatively, and placed her hand on top of his, barely brushing the skin at first, then grasping it. She felt his fingers tense, but they wrapped around hers. She leaned against his shoulder. “I thought about what you said this morning. About not carrying everything myself. About us being partners. And you’re right. You do have my back. You have ever since we got here. I’m not used to it. It’s weird. But… it’s not bad.” His lip twitched as he cracked an eye open to look at her again. “Big of you to admit it,” he said. She let go of his hand long enough to slap his knee, but then reached for it again almost subconsciously. “I still think you’re an idiot,” she continued. “But I want you to know that I do trust you. And I’ll have your back too. Even if…” He shook his head. He didn’t need to hear what she didn’t need to say. It was enough, for now, that she trusted him. The rest would work itself out from there. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

As the last of the convoy trucks rumbled away for maintenance, Nora leaned on the edge of Magnhild’s handle and watched Emerald from a distance. “Well would you look at that,” she muttered to no one in particular.

#Fluffuary2026 Day 11 - Holding Hands

After their kiss in Coquina, Emerald reflects on what Bronn told her, and how stupid she thinks he is. Bonus: Nora spies the two together

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I'm sorry to hear you're going through this. I've never having constant doubts about my writing as well. I have a psychiatry appointment Friday, I dunno whether I should bring it up or not

Oh, she would definitely be a Huntress. Heroic, elegant, quite possibly a rival to another well-known aristocratic Huntress.

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Never really thought I'd ever have to say this:

Warehouses are NOT where we put human beings.

Slightly relieved, but still guilty, largely because he'd moved on in that time. It took a LOT of reckoning and a good bit of therapy before he was able to not blame himself for everything that happened to her.

Armin's first love was a woman named Sijd'asoy. The entire relationship was horribly toxic, and after a couple of years of on-again-off-again, it ultimately ended with her capture and imprisonment in Lusankya (though he spent two years believing she was dead). He blamed himself for it for years.

it’s my birthday today 🎉 so i believe i am allowed to ask for reposts on my art :)
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It usually means ✨ drama ✨

“So what if I am?” she shouted, tears slipping from her eyes. “Why is it so bad that I don’t want to see anything happen to you? Why is it so bad to want to pay for my mistakes alone instead of dragging other people down with me?” “Because it’s not your call to make,” Bronn said. “I told you last night. I’m your partner. I have your back, and I trust you. You’re stuck with me, so deal with it.” When she lunged forward, he was ready for her. Her kiss was filled with fire, with the unrestrained energy of a dam breaking. He caught her in his arms, returning her passion, feeding it. “Oh, Bronn, Emerald, there you-!” Oscar stopped abruptly when he saw what was taking place, or probably Emerald’s single-finger gesture inviting him to go away and leave them alone. “I, uh… Never mind.” He retreated hastily, and Emerald pulled back from Bronn to look at him.

“I hate you,” she said. “You’re such an awful person.” “No I’m not,” Bronn said with a small smile. “And neither are you. You can’t convince me otherwise.” “I’m going to break your heart,” she said. “Only if I get to break yours too,” he replied. She looked down at the dirt, and muttered, “I think you already have.” She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight.

It appears Miss Sustrai and Mister Guerrera have resolved their differences, at least, Ozpin said privately. “I didn’t know there were any,” Oscar admitted. “I didn’t mean to embarrass them, though. Is that kind of reaction normal?” It can be, for someone as volatile as that, Ozpin replied. But that just means, I believe, that she’s earnest in her desires, which is a pleasant change.

Part 2 because Bsky only allows 4 images per post