#sienna kahn

[onceuponalegendbg-rwby]

What do you think about Sienna Khan? I'm just very curious?

Aesthetically I think Sienna was one of the best characters in this show. I absolutely love her design and the level of gravitas she held for her five minutes of screen time.

I am disappointed we didn’t get more of her but I realize why they chose to do things that way. She was an obstacle for Adam power grab so obviously she had to go.

I’m glad they at least let her kick ass in the Short.

[scham-wcan]

RWBY ship bingo, Sienna/Kali & Sienna/Kali/Ghira

Unrionically the same bingo chart twice to me, I really think they were the STRQ of Menagerie and the White Fang where they were just so tight nit for so long that when the schism happened it was like losing a sister or partner.

[bobauthorman]

The Problem With Pedestals

Looking across the RWBY series, I’ve noticed a trend with Oz’s decisions and viewpoints...

Ozpin: If you're not always performing at your absolute best, then what reason do you give others to follow you?

Ozpin: A guardian is a symbol of comfort.

Oscar: You're bringing the hope that Atlas was meant to inspire. A city in the sky is held to a higher standard.

Ozpin doesn’t just create people and things who are to protect and aid Remnant, but also heroes that act as examples for the people to follow. Since he doesn’t truly believe it humanity’s inherent goodness, he sets up these Symbols (TM) to lead people down what he leads is a better path.

The problem is...as Pyrrha puts it...

Pyrrha: I'm constantly surrounded by love and praise, but when you're placed on a pedestal like that for so long, you become separated from the people that put you there in the first place. Everyone assumes I'm too good for them. That I'm on a level they simply can't attain. It's become impossible to form any sort of meaningful relationship with people.

And it gets worse from there. Ruby Rose, Ozpin’s “Simple Soul”, is strongly implied to be dialing back her feelings and the pressure of doing so is becoming a burden she can only barely handle. Coco Adel, another of Oz’s favorites, has a mean superiority streak that leads to her looking down on people and souring potential friendships. And Oz’s decision to raise Atlas effectively secured the elitism and mistreatment Atlas commits towards the people of Mantle. For all the alleged good Oz thinks his Symbol-making does, it causes a lot of problems that have huge ramifications for the world at large and individuals.

So why does Oz do this? Why would he think it’s a smart idea? Well...

Salem: This world is quite literally godless. These Humans have no one to guide them. Perhaps that's all they need.

Both Oz and Salem lived in the Era of the Two Brothers, when mankind had gods to define what was right and what wasn’t. It’s probably natural for him to think that this is what humans need. The fact that this sort of prestige and influence can corrupt people, or lead to bad’uns to achieve power solely because of their glamor, and lead them to self-destruction.

Sienna Kahn: You are a symbol for many in our organization, but that doesn't make you infallible.

[howlingday]

here's a challenge. any ship you like (except for ozpin cause it's too easy) but the story is strangers to lovers to strangers to lovers. best of luck no reincarnating characters!

Jaune ran through the palace garden, chasing his older sister Saphron as the two played tag. Their father was tasked with working security for the ruler, and the family was invited to attend the festival. His mother, pregnant with her sixth child, sat and held her snoozing youngest on her chest as the twins rolled a ball back and forth together.

At lunchtime, the family gathered in the dining hall where they met and ate with the royal family. The ruler was a massive, burly man, easily twice his father's size, and his wife was beautiful and wore golden jewelry on her wrists and around her neck. But the one who caught his eye was the princess.

She was about his age, with stunning golden eyes and a set of black cat ears atop her silky black hair. His face grew warm as he gazed at her.

"Careful, son." His father whispered. "You might spook the girl with your staring." Jaune immediately shifted his gaze to the floor, his face awash with the heat of shame. His father laughed loudly.

The families took their seats. The mothers sat next to each other, as the fathers sat on each end of the long table. Jaune was seated next to the princess. He tried his best to not look at her, his little heart drumming hard in his chest.

"Hello." The girl mumbled as the meal was served. She straightened herself, then spoke more clearly. "My name is Blake Belladonna. I am the daughter of Ghira Belladonna, the chieftain of Menagerie. What's your name?"

"Uh, Jaune." He answered. "Jaune Arc. My dad is working for your dad." She nodded, her hair bobbing with movement. Jaune felt his mouth dry seeing her hair dance.

The two remained silent until the main course was delivered to their plates, tuna fish sandwiches. Jaune hated fish. He picked at the disgusting meal when Blake spoke.

"Do you not like tuna?" She asked.

"I don't like fish." Jaune groaned.

"Can I have yours?"

"Sure." Jaune slid the sandwich to her plate. In return, she scooped more fruit to his ate. She hummed in delight at the sandwich, and Jaune knew then he was in love with the princess. Just like in his fairy tales.

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The festival had been going for days now, and was reaching it's climax. Jaune had spent every morning eating breakfast with his sisters and his new friend, Blake. After, they would read until they grew bored by the afternoon. They would then play, often reenacting the scenes they read, until evening. At dusk, their families took then into town, where they played games, ate food, and talked with the islanders at their stalls.

Jaune was wearing a fancy, blue robe with tidal wave patterns, looking similar to a sailor from the old days he read about. On his head was white rope tied in a knot above his forehead, and on his feet he wore open-toe-and-body sandals. He sometimes had to kick sand or dirt out of his new, comfy shoes.

Blake wore a longer, black robe with a white sash around the waist. On her head, with holes cut for her ears, was an empty basket. She had been doing this sence she was able to walk, so she was used to this. As she said this, however, the basket fell onto Jaune's head. They shared a laugh.

At one stall, Jaune was shoved to the ground by an older boy. He had fiery red hair, piercing blue eyes, and two small horns atop his head. He wore a red robe with yellow flames along the bottom, and his rope and sandals were black.

Jaune brushed himself off as he stood up. "I'm sorry." He apologized. The other boy was older, stronger, and probably smarter than him, too."I shouldn't have gotten in your way."

"Yeah, you shouldn't." The older boy grabbed Jaune's collar. "This is a sacred festival. We don't need humans ruining it for the rest of us!"

"I'm sorry." Jaune mumbled as he looked down.

The boy raised his fist. "Not yet, you're not."

"Adam!" Blake snapped. "That's enough. Put him down."

Adam scoffed at her, then let go. He turned and walked away. "Don't ruin my festival, human." He disappeared into the crowd, and the two were, in a sense, left alone.

"Are you okay, Blake?" Jaune asked.

"I should be asking you!" Blake placed her hands on her hips. "Why didn't you fight back?"

"He was bigger than me." Jaune merkly answered. "I can't win against him."

"It's not about winning, Jaune." Blake lectured, dusting off Jaune's shoulders. "It's about being a hero. If you don't believe you can win, who will?"

"Did you think I could win?"

Blake didn't answer. She was quiet the rest of the evening until the main event that night. Chieftain Ghira stepped on stage, with Kali and Blake, and the festival became silent. He tapped the microphone before speaking.

"Good evening, everyone," he spoke calmly into the mic, "and once again, thank you to everyone who attended the Festival of Fishery. Our island may not be as large a Kingdom, but what we lack in agriculture, we are blessed greatly in the sea we are provided, and the brave sailors who are working, even tonight, for us, are to be thanked. It takes great courage to sacrifice something as precious as our time with our loved ones, as well as risking your life out at sea, where unpredictability isn't the only thing fishy out there." He was quiet as he waited for the laughter to die down.

Jaune let out a chuckle. He then noticed a shadow moving behind the stage. Curiosity getting the better of him, he slipped away from his mother and sisters, and made his way to the stage. Once there, he saw a hand sticking out from the curtain.

On closer look, it was Adam from before, judging by his hair and horns, and there was something dripping between his fingers. He then noticed there was something sharp poking out. Jaune followed where he was aiming, and knew Blake was in danger.

Jaune rushed on stage, past the chieftain, and pushed the princess to the stage floor. Chieftan Ghira moved towards Jaune, raising his hand to the rising anger of the crowd, while Kali kissed her daughter's head. Blake sniffled as her arm was scuffed, and her robe was dirtied.

There was an uproar quelling until Jaune stood to his feet, covered in a pink and brown slime. An eyeball fell from his hair, where a bone was sticking out. He looked to Blake, making sure she was okay. He was then lifted into the air by something grabbing his sides.

"This is the sacrifice I mean!" The chieftain roared with a laugh, before setting Jaune down and placing a hand on his shoulder. "This boy- No, this young man is a visitor from outside our island home, and yet he took a shot from an unknown assassin for my own daughter!" He then sniffed the air, and wiped his hand on his robe. "The good news is the assassin was using a chum-ball. The bad news is the boy now smells like low-tide."

"Hey, that's the best time to go clam-hunting!" Someone shouted from the crowd. "If you ask me, he's been blessed by the shoreline herself!"

The crowd laughed, and the chieftain shared in it. "You're right! So, in honor of his bravery, I dub this brave young man, Jaune Arc, Shield of Low-Tide!" The crowd cheered once more, and was escorted by his father back to his family, just in time for the fireworks to start.

The night slowed to it's end, and Jaune and his family walked home, occasionally stopping to watch the remaining fireworks fly into the night. The largest, and last display shot high into the night, outshing the stars with it's finale, exploding into a glittering ball of purple and yellow. They walked the rest of the way to the castle without turning around.

Jaune groaned as his mother rubbed his hair vigorously. She grimaced as she wrinkled her nose. She sighed, and patted the rest of his body dry. "I've done the best I can. You still smell like fish, so you'll have to sleep outside of our room." She unplugged the bathtub and walked to the door. "I'll discuss with Kali if she can spare another room for you. Until then, go ahead and get ready for bed."

"Yes, Mama." Jaune stepped up to the sink and brushed his teeth. There was a knock at the door as he spit. "One second!" He washed off his brush and hurried to the door. Blake was on the other side, smiling.

"Hi, Jaune." She greeted.

"Hi, Blake." Jaune replied. He looked at her bandaged arm. "Are you okay?"

"Mhm!" She nodded. "It hurt, but at least I don't smell like fish." Jaune groaned, marking Blake giggle. "It's okay, 'cause I like fish."

"Is there a guest room left?" Jaune asked. "Mama is asking your mom, too."

Blake shook her head. "All of our guest rooms are being used by your family." Jaune sighed at that. "But you can stay in my room."

"Really?" Jaune asked. "Even though I smell like fish?" Blake nodded, and he chuckled. "You're weird, Blake."

She quirked an eyebrow, her smile never breaking. "Good weird?"

He nodded. "Good weird."

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"Please, just kill me." Jaune groaned as his body swayed with the roll of the ship. He belched into his mouth before swallowing the little bile he had built up. "Be my angel of mercy and just kill me."

"Pathetic." The captain sneered at the knight she captured. "To think all of Remnant fears the Knight of Atlas, and yet your capture was as easy as leaving port. Did you really think you could disguise yourself as a sailor when you're so easily seasick?"

"And airsick." He grunted out following with a belch. "And I'm not working for Atlas."

"Oh?" The captain perked her cat-like ears at this, making her earrings jingle. "Then why are you here, Dog?"

Jaune bristled at the name. Jaune's father was a hero among Faunus, known as the Wolf of Ansel. Being trained to be his successor, Jaune was ridiculed as the Dog of Vale, since his reputation was not only lackluster compared to his father, some doubted they were even related, and that Jaune assumed the name as a way to make himself look better, denying the two were even from the same town.

"I'm here," Jaune groaned out, "because you're attacking dust trade routes. Making things worse."

"For Atlas? I highly doubt Jacques Schnee ever cares what happens at sea if at least one ship makes it to port. Besides, I'm sure Atlas will survive, with or without a mercenary interfering."

"Not Atlas. Not Schnee." Jaune swallowd more spit and bile. "Mantle. Coal."

"Coal?" The captain blinked. "As in Coal and Son's Dust Emporium?"

"The owner died from a pirate raid. His son wants answers."

"I see." The captain snapped her fingers, and a sailor arrived. "Bring me saltines, Maiden's Touch, and some clean water. And tell the Quartermaster to find an island for us to drop anchor."

"Aye aye, Captain Kahn!" The sailor ran out to complete his task.

Captain Kahn crouched to eye-level with Jaune. "I hope you're as good with a blade as they say, Dog," she growled, "because I'm going to show you the full strength of Sienna Kahn, Queen of the White Fang Pirates."

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In less than an hour, the ship moored to an island with more sand than stone. It was one cliff too much to be a sandbar, and far enough from any major islands to be missed if an enemy vessel or nosy law enforcement tried to interfere. Jaune and Sienna stepped onto the sand, where he crouched and heaved, grateful for the gift of standing on solid ground. She rolled her eyes as the exaggerated display.

"I thought you were a warrior, Dog." Sienna chided, resting an arm on her cutlass. "Or should I call you, 'Pup'?"

"My name is Jaune Arc." He corrected as he stood straight, towering over her by a head and a half. His pale skin almost blinded her.

"Is it?" Sienna replied. "I have met an Arc before, and from where I stand, you are nothing like him."

"I am nothing like my father." Jaune agreed. "But I don't need to compare myself to him to know I'm his son."

"Then draw your sword, Pup!" Sienna unsheathed her cutlass and took a combative, fencing stance with it. Her tanned skin from years of working in the sunshine glistened in the light. She was almost too beautiful to fight. But Jaune knew how dangerous the Tigress of Menagerie could be. "Face me, Warrior to Warrior!"

Jaune unsheathed Crocea Mors' blade from it's sheathe, his family's heirlooms, and held the sword with his left hand. With baited breath, the circled each other, making no movement to attack the other.

Jaune wasn't used to fighting with just his sword, but he didn't need to be stronger. He needed to be smarter. And smarter meant fighting cautiously. And fighting cautiously meant letting Sienna make the first move.

Slipping a foot back, then kicking sand forward, Sienna made the first move, thrusting through the sandscreen diversion. Finding no purchase, she cut downwards, cutting into the sand.

Jaune ducked the thrust, then rolled away, grabbing a fistful of sand before standing. He assumed a similar fencing pose with his fist behind his back.

"Trying to blind me?" Sienna asked, a knowing smile on her lips. She rushed towards him, clashing blade against blade, engaging him and never letting him break from reacting. "Only a fool engages in a battle of trickery with a pirate."

"And what kind of fool tries with the Queen of Pirates?" Jaune replied. He leapt backwards, swinging his fist forward, releasing the sand he pocketed as she closed the gap.

Hooking a leg behind Jaune's, she used her free hand to push him backwards. As he fell, he noticed her eyes were closed. When she opened them, he was on the ground, her sword to his throat. "A dead one."

Flicking his wrist, Jaune knocked her sword away and rolled to his feet. She smirked at him, chuckling as she brushed sand from her beautiful locks of black hair. His heart's thundering missed a beat at the sight of the beauty before him. With a gulp, he took a calming breath.

"Is this too much for you, Pup?" Sienna mocked. "Do you need your Atlas master's to take you for a walk?"

"I serve the people of Remnant." Jaune flared his nostrils. "Not any one Kingdom."

"And what of the people of Menagerie?" Sienna asked. "What of the overcrowded streets of the hungry, and the homeless, who take to pirating to survive? Don't they deserve justice?" She closed the gap again, going on the offensive and pressing hard into Jaune's defense. "Tell me, Pup, if you're not here for Atlas, then why come to Menagerie at all? I doubt some sob story would be enough to risk your life against a pirate." She pushed him away and stepped back. "I can see it in your eyes. You're not here for Coal and Son's at all. They went out of business ages ago, because the Schnee Dust Company took them out. So why are you here?"

Jaune shifted his sword to his right hand, wiping the sweat from his left hand. He ran along the shore, forcing Sienna to give chase. He made it to the other side of the cliff face, hiding them both from the sight of her crew. He turned and charged the Pirate Queen head on.

She grunted at his swing, the force almost pushing her into the sand. He was using his weak hand the entire time, and she didn't even notice. His fencing improved as well, as if he were holding back. A game of trickery, indeed.

Jaune batted her sword, then caught it in a spin and tossed her sword away. He closed the gap between them, his lips close to hers, and his sword and her throat even closer. Just one movement could change everything in their lives.

He stepped back, sheathing his sword and allowing her to recover hers. As she reached for it, time slowed around her.

"Princess Blake Belladonna." Sienna didn't move. "I heard she went missing. I... I'm hoping to find her."

"Oh?" Sienna picked up her sword, not facing him. "And what makes you think she's on board my ship?"

"I never said she was." Jaune answered, stepping closer. "But I did hear Sienna Kahn died twenty years ago, after the Festival of Fishery. How she died protecting the only child of Chieftain Belladonna, allowing her and her mother to escape. Chieftain Ghira Belladonna was never heard from again, and Chieftain Taurus took control of Menagerie. He waged an all-out war against Atlas, resulting in harsher penalties in the already suffering island." He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Blake, it's time to come home."

"Blessed by the Shorline, indeed." She turned and hugged her oldest friend, whom she known for only a week. After they left, the two wrote to each other until the coup. It was after this that they began their transformations.

Jaune took his training with his father more seriously, learning the art of mercenary. Combat was his weakest trait, but he more than made up for it in his tactical mindset. In his off time, he would read "The Shogun's Letter," one of Blake's favorite book series.

Blake had gone from Island Princess to Cabin Girl in a single night. She was no stranger to hard work, and her mother was there for her until she died years later from a sea-faring illness. She learned the way of the sword and skull and bones from her grimy benefactors. She got the idea to disguise herself as Sienna Kahn after re-re-rereading "Of Knights & Knaves," a story where a squire pretends to be his slain master to uncover a hidden plot against the king. She even took to writing stories herself of her sneaking into a squire's bedchamber and-

"Blake? Are you okay?" Jaune asked.

"Yeah, I am." She sniffed and stepped away. "Let's go back."

"One sec." Jaune held up a hand. "I need you to hit me."

Blake blinked. "What?"

"I brought us over here so you can keep up your disguise when you came back." Jaune explained. "But we need to make it look like you won. So hit me."

"Jaune, I'm not going to hit you." Blake placed her hands on her hips. "We've seen each other for the first time in years, so I'm not going to- Aie!" Blake yelped as she felt him roughly paw her breast. She growled, her face red with embarrassment.

"Eh heh." Jaune nervously chuckled. "Uh, oops?"

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"A toast!" Blake raised her glass high for her crew to see. "To the White Fang Pirates, and their newest crewmate, Jaune Arc, The Hound-Dog of Menagerie!" The crew howled in response, some barking for good measure as their crewmate grew green in the gills from the fading medicine. "I hope you're ready, crew, because tomorrow, we return home to Menagerie!"

"To Sienna Kahn!" One of them cheered. "The greatest Pirate Queen for the last fifty years!"

"Huh?!" Jaune balked as he was about to take more Maiden's Touch with his drink. "Fifty?!"

"Yeah, don'tcha know?" One the crewmembers said. "Sienna Kahn was near forty when she took that Belladonna job. Cap'n don't look too bad fer a GILF, does she?"

Jaune threw up over the side. He spit for good measure. Some folks were just too gross for their own good, and sailors were no exception.

"Having fun?" Blake asked, leaning against the railing. "I'm glad you're alive. When I lost my father, I didn't know what to do. I thought about finding my way to your father, but I was afraid he would turn me away for getting into politics."

"Dad wouldn't have done that." Jaune replied.

"Maybe not, but I didn't want to risk my home on anything less than a sure chance."

"Adam Taurus is dead." Jaune pointed out. "He was killed by the Ace-Ops, the best of the best in Atlas. If we go against Atlas, we'll probably lose."

"Maybe." Blake said, then smiled at Jaune. "But for some reason, I have this weird feeling about you."

Jaune quirked an eyebrow, smirking at the beautiful woman next to him. "Good weird?"

"Good weird."

[dragonblaggin]

Yummmmm, I love shish kebabs 😍❤️😍❤️

[sunbellalover33-6]

Sienna Kahn from RWBY: Amity Arena. Since RWBY: Amity Arena will be closing on January 28, 2021, I've decided to upload all the images of cards I have. (4) (Posted December 29, 2020)

[laserdog10]

Vlad, to Sienna: Fuck you.

Vlad, to Adam: Fuck you.

Vlad, to Tyrian: Fuck you.

Vlad, to Blake, Sun, Ilia, Velvet, Ghira, and Kali: You're cool!

[ask-the-cordium-crew]

team cordium (valentines day) facts militant tigar (William x Sienna Kahn)

how they both feel about the holiday

Sienna:

she wasn’t a big fan of the holiday besides the fact it was one of few times she and William could spend together alone she much preferred Christmas but still would go out of her way and get William a gift cause she knew every year he’d get her something and although she was embarrassed about the idea she might wear something a bit more naughty for William every other valentines day. 

William:

he loved this day a lot he would always try and spoil his lover Sienna he would get her a necklace every single year ever since they started dating along with some chocolates and cook her a fish dinner and of course, he’d get her tigar roses her favourite flower.

Sienna would get William just a box of dust crystals to eat every year and he was happy with that they loved spending time together and yes if they were both up to it they might get a bit frisky however it was uncommon since they both were tops so it’s kinda awkward 

after Sienna’s death William has started to leave roses on her grave and often not sleep that night crying himself to sleep at around 8 am the day after but he doesn't drink thinking it would spoil the memory of her