#also yeah it's salem's ears

[wis-art]

Hoppas ni får en glad påsk!

#wiki #lucy #lesbian #bunny suit #they're wearing bunny ears and bunny suit for easter #also yeah it's salem's ears #art #my art #oc #what can i say the girls are having fun #i love bunny suits #they are very cool #hi did you know #that the reason why we have an easter bunny #is because it is a symbol of fertility and sex in pagan religions #and did you know christians took what was native to european people and then made it all sexless and about jesus! #haha! #im not pagan but all im saying is in the spirit of the og meaning of the holiday put on a bunny suit and just look hot over the weekend #also very traditional for slavic pagans is to clean your room to get the evil of the world out of your dusty corners and such #very cool i will do that tomorrow #and painting eggs #that's fun too

[peachesofteal]

Peaches, You writing about Simon telling Darling about Soap’s death absolutely destroyed me (I loved it). But now I need some fluff to patch the hole your writing left in my heart (again, I loved it). Could you write a little blurb where the boys come back from deployment to find that darling rescued a kitten or pigeon or something, plz? She wouldn’t keep it but she’s just taking care of it while it gets better. How would they react? I think it would be perfect to showcase the kindness and compassion that made them fall for Darling.

Also, plz never stop writing. You’re so insanely talented ily<3

-♟anon

This is so cute 🖤

Not canon.

"We're-" Johnny stops mid sentence at the sight of you clutching something to your chest, something small, covered in black fur, with two pointed ears poking out between your fingers. "home?"

"Hi." You're still holding the kitten, thumb rubbing soft circles into it's head, and he blinks to clear his vision, like he's seeing things. You glance at them both, lip tugged beneath your teeth, apprehensive.

Is that... a cat?

"Darling?" Simon hums, low and sweet, dropping his bag to the floor before extending his arms. The motion propels you forward, into his body, and he exchanges a bemused look with Johnny over your head. "What's this?"

"I found her in an alley." Simon stiffens, but Johnny beats him to it.

"What were ye doin' in an alley?"

"I heard her crying. I took her to a rescue but she's too little to be on her own so I... told them I could take care of her, until they found her a home." You shrug your shoulders, and then nod towards the kitchen counter where two tiny baby bottles sit. "She has be to be bottle fed." Johnny moves, pressing closer to you and Simon, wrapping an arm around the slope of your waist, lips mussing across the crown of your head. Sweet, darling girl.

"Ye've been bottle feeding her?" You nod, tilting the little cat so Johnny and Simon can see it more clearly, green blue eyes and soft tufts of black fur, purring contently inside your palm. You smile at them, almost shy, like you're embarrassed, and Johnny wants to wrap you up tighter, hold you in his arms forever so nothing can take you away, so he can keep you sweet and soft and happy like this, forever.

"Did you name her?" Simon asks you gently, and you half heartedly shrug.

"Not really. I've just been calling her Salem, because she's a black cat and all."

"That's a good name." He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek and pulling away to take off his boots. "Does she have a bed?"

"Uhh. Yeah..." You make a face, and then giggle. "Ours?"

"Ach no." Johnny tilts your chin, his mouth finding yours for a long moment, doubling down on his protest against your lips. “Cannae have a little cat in the bed, darling. She might get squished.”

#peaches asks #dead disco #ghoap x reader

[grandlinedreams]

Hi sugar! I hope you’re doing fantastic! ya know Nickelbacks song Animals? But with our Ace boy. Just something about him and that song fit like a glove in my little noggin’.

Anon I need you to know that this has been rattling in my head for like the last two days so bless you but also OUGH some spice from Salem two days in a row?? I do have intent to write a follow up to this along the lines of save a horse ride a cowboy iykwim

[Heads up!: uhh we all wanna wear ace's hat, a little suggestive, ace gets a lil handsy, making out]

It starts because you swipe Ace's hat.

You're quick about it, his hand a few seconds too slow to keep you from taking it and plopping it down on your own head before you turn and promptly run.

Of course Ace gives chase, playful shout of your name and heavy clomp of his boots behind you. The flat, skull-faced cord lock bounces against your chest as you dart ahead, breathless with laughter.

"Give it back you little thief!" There's laughter in Ace's voice too as you spin to avoid slamming into a crewmate, shrieking when you narrowly avoid Ace's outstretched hand.

"Gotta catch me first!"

You round the corner and leap down the handful of steps, hoping to make it to your room ㅡ

Ace's arm snags your waist as you throw the door open and you tumble in with a peal of laughter. Ace's laughter rings in your ears, the shake of his body against yours before you both calm, breathing hard.

Ace squeezes at your waist. "Gotcha," he murmurs, "can I have my hat back?"

"Why?" You squirm out of his grasp to turn towards him, reaching to tip the angle of it aand peer at him from beneath the brim. "Don't I look good with it?"

Ace watches you for a moment, contemplative even as he nears you to pinch your chin between his forefinger and thumb, tipping your head back further. "Yeah," he finally answers, "you do."

And then he's kissing you, press of his mouth demanding against yours as he drags you flush against him. Warm hands span your hips before sliding down to coax you up, legs wrapping around Ace's waist.

He groans at the drag of your nails against his back, nipping at your bottom lip to deepen the kiss as he takes unsteady steps towards your bed.

The mattress coils creak in protest at the sudden weight and you gasp, breathless as he settles himself between your legs. His mouth is hot against the skin of your throat, sucking marks at his leisure while you squirm, whimper leaving your lips at the way he finally has mercy and starts a slow, rough grind of his hips against yours.

"You know what?" He pauses his onslaught, eyeing you with lust-blown pupils. "Keep the hat on for me. I have an idea."

#ㅡmine. #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #ㅡanswered. #anonymous

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

So I will say it would might be hard but what about Harriet as the Rusted Knight stand in. Spending years dealing with guilt and horror of her willing to nuke a city just because she was told too. She could call the Lighting Trailer or something.

(Fun fact! When initially thinking about the major plot threads for the Sharc AU, I was actually going to have Harriet fall into the Ever After, find the time fruit and become the Juniper of the Sharc Universe. I have since decided against that, and feel safe sharing it.)

Blake: My Gods! It's the-

The Galvanic Squall: You kids have been getting up to a lot, huh?

Blake: Y- Yeah? Wait, how do you know we've been up to stuff?

Yang: Have you been watching us or-

The Galvanic Squall: That was one of the things I was meant to do, among all the other-

The Woman wrenches her face mask down while pulling off her goggles and hood.

Harriet Bree stood before them, her face wrinkled with old scars covering her face and ears, her hair pulled back into a mess of cable-like dreads, all streaked with dull gray and Electric Yellow.

Harriet: A Shit that Ironwood was ordering us to do- What the fuck happened!

Ruby: HARRIET?

Harriet: Yes! HELLO! I've been stuck here for-Fucking-ever!

Harriet: I mean, fuck I lost count after about the second month here, but I've been looking for- look, what was the last thing that happened to you?

RWBY: *Share worried looks*

Harriet: Okay, I get it, I'm in rough shape, just answer, alright!?

Weiss: uhm ... We only woke up here a day ago. before getting here, We evicted Atlas and Mantle to Vacuo using the Staff of Creation.

Harriet: Uh huh, Caused Atlas to sink, I'm aware.

Blake: Cinder Fall and one of her Cronies followed us into the In-between, and made us fall.

Harriet: Yep. I was Running Civies to the exit because Flame Girl and Polendina were fighting.

Yang: We all got knocked down here, obviously, and Salem got the Relic, but we know she doesn't have the maiden powers.

Harriet: Well. That doesn't sound great.

Ruby: Well, Neo, 'Cinder's Crony' fell with us. She hates my guts and ... It ... isn't good. Penny died. For real this time, no rebuilding, no recovering she's just ... gone.

Harriet: ... Oh. I- I uh.

Harriet: Wow. That's- I'm sorry. I know you two were close- she would never shut up- Er, Stop talking about you.

Ruby: We've all lost people. We can't sit around feeling sorry for ourselves. You Didn't.

_WBY: *look worriedly between each other and Ruby, who doesn't notice*

Harriet: Yeah, Well, I did my best to. Hell, I figured out how to dye my hair, gave me something to do while I waited.

Harriet: Also if you see a technicolor Cat, Don't Trust it. A couple kids Ran through years back and uh ... I couldn't find them. They just disappeared. If that Girl hadn't poisoned me I'd be certain they were just delusions.

Blake: A Girl? Was her name Alyx?

Harriet: *Squinting Suspiciously at Blake* ... How'd you know that?

Yang: It's a Book. The Girl that Fell Through the World. It's a classic!

Weiss: But there was only Alyx in the Story.

Harriet: The girl I met had a Brother. Lewis, and he was a lot more nervous and forward-thinking. And a hell of a lot more level headed. Lewis could stub his toe on a rock and he'd apologize to it. Alyx would stub her toe and make a guillotine for whatever tripped her up.

Blake: It sounds like we have a lot to talk about. Uh, do you have a place to stay or ...

Harriet: Yeah, I've got a cottage, let's move out.

Weiss: Well I'm glad you're not angry at us.

Harriet: Well, if it means anything ... I think you did the right thing standing up to the General. I know I made a mistake listening to him. *She beings walking*

Harriet: Come on, we might make it before sundown.

#rwby #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #harriet bree #the galvanic squall #alternate rusted knight #rwby au

[rodeo-clowns]

Hi! I’m so happy your writing for Sarah Sanderson! Do you think you can write a thing about Sarah falling in love with the female reader… who’s apart of Becca’s friend group? Thank you!! :)

She's My Witch

Sarah Sanderson x fem!reader

A/N: Ty for requesting this, I hope it was to your satisfaction! I had to age up the character to 20 bc Becca and her friends are all 16 and I don’t think Sarah Sanderson should see 16-year-olds romantically even if she's from the 1600s. Sorry if this seems to drag on and if some things are exact to what happened, wrote this on my lunch break and I have a bad memory.  Also sorry this took so long my computer stopped working for a bit.

Word Count: This is 993 words, my biggest fanfic yet!

Warnings: Kissing, mentions of smut but nothing actually happens in the text, unproofread writing.

It was Halloween again, your favorite time of year. Not just because it was one of your best friend's birthdays, but because it meant that you could dress as spookily as you wanted and no one could say a thing, especially since you lived in Salem, Massachusetts. At this very moment, you were in Olde Salem Magic Shoppe looking for new crystals to buy when Becca and Izzy came into the shop. 

“Hey, guys!” You shouted, walking over to hug the birthday girl. You gave her a tight squeeze but noticed that she had a sad look on her face. “Oh no,” you said, turning to Izzy, “is she still upset over Cassie’s party?” Izzy looked at you with a look that said “duh!”

“We both are,” she sighed. 

“And so should you!” Becca said. You sighed, bringing them both in for a tight side hug. 

“Listen, guys…These kinds of things just happen, just wait until the party is over and she’ll realize that it was pointless to spend Halloween without you two.” You said, attempting to reassure them. That just made them look even more depressed. You sighed, “listen, I have to go feed my cats but I’ll be sure to stop by the woods just in time for our little yearly ritual!” That made them seem happy, knowing that you were still there for them. 

~That same night - the forbidden forest ~

You, Becca, and Izzy were sat in a triangle around a black candle. The full moon was out and you were starting to feel weirded out by the woods. You watch Becca light the candle and together, the three of you recite your usual birthday ritual. Once it's done you zone out, trying to not feel creeped out by being in the woods at night. You can hear Becca and Izzy bickering, something about the candle not blowing out. 

“Excuse me?” You say, “what do you mean the candle’s not blowing out just pour water on it!” Becca follows your instruction, pouring water on the unusual candle before it lights back up, leaving the three of you afraid. You blow it out quickly and begin packing up. The three of you walk a decent few steps before you hear beautiful singing. You start to run and before you know it, you run into three women. Becca and Izzy scream, but you stay mesmerized by the beautiful blonde woman on the left. Suddenly, you realize just who the three of you have run into.

“Holy shit!” You say. “It’s the Sanderson Sisters!

“Yeah, we gathered that!” Yelled Becca, slowly backing away, taking her hand in yours before sprinting away. You didn't make it very far before the sisters showed up in front of the three of you again. Already, they deduced that Becca and Izzy were teens, dismissing you. Well, not all of them dismissed you. The pretty blonde woman kept making eyes at you and even if she was kinda threatening to eat literal children's souls at the moment, you couldn't stop making them back.

You followed the girls as they lead the witches to the local Walgreens, tricking them into believing that skincare products were potions, watching as they gobbled them up. Eventually, they discovered that the three of you were lying and began chasing you around the Walgreens. You managed to escape without any of them noticing when suddenly a beautiful voice whispered in your ear, “where do you think you’re going?” You jumped. It was the blonde Sanderson sister! You recognized her as Sarah from all of your history lessons. 

“Uhh…Nowhere?” You said. She looked at you with a face of disbelief. You sighed.

“Look, please, just… don’t…harm my friends, I just wanna go home.” You said honestly. She looked at you with a teasing look. 

“I don't want your friends,” she said with a breathy tone, leaning in to whisper in your ear again “I want you.” She said, pulling back, smiling at you with a toothy grin. 

“M-Me?” You gasped. “Why?” You questioned. 

“You’re so beautiful why wouldn’t I want you?” She said like it was obvious. You blushed. 

“Wow uhh..Okay then,” you said, grabbing her hand. “You can come with me back to my place.” She seemed elated at that answer. 

“Oh we are going to have so so much fun!” she squealed, pulling you in for a kiss. You kissed back, the two of you entering a make-out session in the middle of the street. When you finally needed some air, you pulled back, smiling at her. 

“Come on.” You said. 

~The next morning~

You and Sarah spent the night together and falling absolutely in love with one another. At the end of the night, you ended up sleeping with each other, the two of you delighting in the bliss of being so close to someone so close to your heart. When you awoke the next day, she was gone. You got up sad and walked to Gilbert’s shop to start your shift. When you reached the door, it was unlocked. You shrugged and walked in to find Gilbert, Becca, Cassie, her boyfriend, and Izzy together standing there looking at you with expressions that read “What the actual fuck!” Confused, you shut the door behind you. “What?” You said, concerned that no one was speaking. Gilbert began to talk but Becca swiftly interrupted him. 

“Could you explain why when we did a summoning spell to bring Sarah Sanderson to the woods she arrived NAKED WHILE HOLDING HER CLOTHES TO HERSELF!?” she yelled. Your eyes widened comically. 

“I-I can explain I-” you stuttered, trying to think of a reasonable explanation when Gilbert began laughing, which prompted you to laugh as well. The girls looked horrified but you couldn't stop thinking of the beautiful blonde woman you spent the night with while crying laughing. You would never really forget her, even if you knew she was gone for good, your beautiful Sarah Sanderson. 

#sarah sanderson x reader #sarah sanderson #sarah sanderson x fem!reader #sarah sanderson x female!reader #hocus pocus #hocus pocus 2 #sanderson sisters #sarah sanderson imagine #sarah sanderson drabble #sarah sanderson blurb #sapphic #sapphic fanfic #lesbian #wlw #sapphic fanfiction #the sanderson sisters

[howlingday]

Can you the studio c scetch operation breakup with black sun and yang.

Operation Blake-Hole Sun

Blake: Thank you for helping with this, Yang. I'm not the best with ending relationships cleanly.

Yang: Hey, what are friends for if not to... end the friendships of other people?

Blake: I'm just worried I'm going to lose my nerve and do something I'll regret. Especially since I feel like Sun is a lot more invested in this relationship than I am.

Yang: No worries. I've broken plenty of hearts in my dating sim games. (Puts on cap) Got your ear-piece?

Blake: Yeah, I do. Do you wanna test it?

Yang: Sure. This is Golden Dragon. Do you read me Black Cat?

Blake: Could we maybe try a different name for me?

Yang: Uh, sure. How about Heartstomper? Soulstealer?

Blake: You know what? Black Cat is fine.

Yang: Fine, fine. Commencing Operation: Blake-Hole Sun. (Hides round the corner)

Blake: (Knocks)

Sun: (Steps out) Hey, Blake! (Hugs her)

Blake: Hey... I, uh, need to talk to you about something.

Yang: You are doing great. I repeat, you are doing great!

Sun: To be honest, I was worried, because I thought you forgot it was my birthday today.

Yang: You are Salem. I repeat, you are Salem.

Blake: N-No, I, uh... I didn't forget.

Yang: I did not sign up for this, Black Cat! You didn't tell me it was his birthday!

Blake: How was I supposed to know?!

Yang: There's this neat little thing called a scroll! You should try it!

Sun: You feelin' hungry? I'm feelin' hungry. What say we get some noodles?

Blake: Uh...

Sun: Tell ya what; I'll grab my wallet and you think about it. (Reenters house)

Yang: Are you sure you want to continue? If he's anything like me, then he is going to cry. A lot. Like, a lot a lot.

Blake: I have to! I can't keep living a lie!

Yang: You lie all the time!

Blake: Yeah, but I also really wanna break up with him.

Sun: (Comes back out) Of course, I could also take you to this awesome taco place.

Yang: Alright. Let's ruin his special day.

Sun: 'Course, it's your special day, too. Y'know, 'cause it's our six-month anniversary.

Yang: ...HAVE YOU A HEART OF STONE, WOMAN?

Blake: What do I do?

Yang: You need to stop the conversation and change topics!

Blake: STOP! I... want to talk about cheese.

Yang: ...Okay, now transition from talking about cheese to... breaking up with him.

Blake: This isn't easy for me, like how cheese isn't easy for me because of my... lactose intolerance.

Yang: But...

Blake: But-

Sun: Say no more. I saw this coming. So I'll save us the awkardness.

Yang: Great. Great so far.

Sun: I love you, Blake.

Yang: OOOOOH! Red alert! The L word has been brought into play! We need to regroup!

Sun: Hold tight! I gotta grab something! (Runs inside)

Yang: Stop him! Don't let him bring out any presents! Stop him!

Sun: (Comes out, Holding black kitten) What do you want to name her? I'm thinking BB. For Bitty Blake.

Yang: RRGH! That is such a cute name! We're losing control of the conversation! We need to regroup!

Starr: Well, howdy there! I'm Starr Sangzang, Sun's cousin. It's great to finally meet the Blake he's been gushing over.

Yang: Engaging multiple hostiles!

Blake: Yang, help me!

Yang: On my way!

Yang: Hey... there!

Sun: What's up, Yang?

Yang: I'm... robbing you?

Starr: ...I'd wished a bitch would friggin' try! (Jumps Yang, Pounding the daylights outta her)

Yang: (Crawls back to her corner)

Sun: That was... weird of her.

Starr: See, this is why you need to carry a bag of sand like I do. (Leans near Blake) Both a distraction AND a melee weapon.

Yang: ...Man down, Black Cat. Man down... D-Don't worry, we can still pull through this...

Blake: Mhm.

Starr: Y'know, it's really great to see Sun all happy again. Considering this is the one-year anniversary of when his last girlfriend broke up with him. Can you believe that? And on his birthday, too? Only way it got worse was when Uncle Buck-Bill died.

Sun: (Cuddling kitten) You won't die like Uncle BB, will you, new BB?

Yang: ...Abort mission.

Starr: I mean, what kinda sick, twisted kinda person would do that?

Yang: Abort mission, Black Cat. You gotta date him for at least three more weeks before breaking up with him. I... My conscience and my ribs are screaming at me!

Blake: No, no, I... I would never do something like that. Uh, just let me slip into this alleyway to grab your present.

Yang: (Dragged away by Blake) Requesting MedEvac.

Blake: Oh, shut up!

Neptune: (Rappels down from the roof) Mission accomplished. Nicely done, everyone. Operation "Stop Blake From Breaking Sun's Heart And Come Up With A Better Plan Name Later" was a complete success!

#rwby #studio c #black sun #blacksun #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #sun wukong #neptune vasilias #starr sangzang

[kaiyeti]

Ruby: *looking out at the desert* Can I do this?

Random person: Huh? Do what?

Ruby: Can I really help lead everyone and stop Salem?

Random person: Hmm... *confusingly walks over* I mean, I guess? It's like you are alone in this.

Ruby: I know. I know. I have my friends and family supporting just like I am going to support them.

Random person: There. See. You got nothing to worry about. *turns to walk away.*

Ruby: But when I was in the Ever After. I... I took the easy way out.

Random person: *stops and turns back* Wait what?

Ruby: I mean sure it was actually killing yourself but from the examples of ascension I saw it may as well been. Losing all my memories, and turning into someone else. Possibly a worse version if not for the mother of the gods helping me through my PTSD and reminding me of mom's promise.

Random person: I'm sorry you were in the ever after? Like in the story the girl who fell through the world ever after? And That's were the actual mother of the gods is?

Ruby: Yeah but How... How can anyone trust me? How can I trust myself? Not to break down again. To give up.

Random person: ... Sign, okay. Putting the you were in a different universe when missing thing and fairytales are real aside. You survived. Yeah people when learning this are going to lose some trust and faith in you. Hell, I been the same situation before, just not with the weight of the world on my shoulders. But you got a second chance, you survived and not only got stronger from it but also learned you're not alone in the shit show called life. And with this second wind you are back to fight the good fight with new resolve. That's takes guts and shows you've grown and got stronger. *goes to place their hand on Ruby's shoulder* You got this kid-

Ruby: *the moment the random person's hand touches Ruby* DAAAAH! *she screams and jumps, turning drawing her scythe*

Random person: *jumps back with hands raised also scream* DWHOOA WHOA WHOOOOOA!

Ruby: Oh my gosh! Sorry! Ah hold on a sec. *Ruby puts her weapon away and lifts her hand to the earbuds in her ear.* Dad. I'm okay. Just got jumpscared by someone. *looks up at the random person.* Sorry about that. I was talking to my dad.

Random person: *realizes Ruby didn't hear a word of what they said.* Y-Yeah. No worries. My flaw anyway. Thought you were someone I knew. Have a good night. Sorry.

Ruby: oh right. You too. And sorry again.

Random person: *waves and starts walking away but stops and turns half way and calls out.* Hey kiddo.

Ruby: Hmm?

Random person: Glad to have you back. You and your friends are doing good work.

Ruby: O-oh. Thanks.

~later~

Random person: *slams down his mug* I could handle the huntsman academies being vaults for magic item made by the gods. I could handle the gods actually being real. I could even handle an immortal bitch controlling the Grimm trying to kill us all. But this. *chugs the rest of his mug and waves to the waiter to get them another* the whole the gods are really from a fucking fairytale story. This is fucking ridiculous.

Qrow: *sitting a table next to them with Winter, Raven, and Robyn.* ... if they thinks that's crazy, while how they'd react to who they are sitting next to.

Winter: Qrow no.

Raven: *already a raven* I think we all need the la-SQUAW!

Robyn: *quickly grabbing and wrapping Raven with her coat* Not tonight birdbrain.

#rwby #ruby rose #qrow branwen #winter schnee #raven branwen #robyn hill

[flower-seller]

In Regard to Scars

Salem Flowerseller here! For funsies I decided to post a few streamlined segments of writing that give just a smidgen more context to FS!Volo's facial scar and also mostly show off some of Noodle's fantastic writing as Volo from our RPs! 👀

This one was a very fun one and these bits are taken from the very emotional tail end of it.

It can be found below the readmore and I'm stating a warning for referenced past harm to Volo as a child.

"Flattery can only get you so far, Golden Boy," Euphorbia tutted, her own face warming from his blurted compliment. "I do think so, though. When the light hits you right, your hair shines like a second sun. You're going to have to tell me your secret to that sheen!" A slender finger waved his way as she spoke, the woman's eyes sparkling with something warm. 

There was a pause, then she continued in a softer, cautious voice. "May I…touch it?"

……

She looked like she was serious. 

She was serious. In what world would she have jokingly asked such a thing? 

His hair practically puffed as he buried his face deeper into his hands for another few seconds. Then, he dropped them entirely. His eye was screwed shut as he tried to speak, failing at first, but on the second pass he managed an actual sound. 

“Yyyy—” He held the note, hesitating. No one had really touched his hair outside of his family. And well, that was to say it had been a long time. He kept his hair in such a way not just for the sake of style, though over time he had come to like it the way he usually had it. The shagginess he’d fallen into was a result of lacking care. Subconsciously, his body shied away from hers, suddenly very self conscious. 

Truthfully, he knew well that he was good looking. He had many a customer tell him as much. He wouldn’t lie, he occasionally laid on the charm to get what he wanted. A bat of lashes here, a coy smile there, but always out of reach. But that was because he hid the damaged parts that such a tactic worked. Hell, Euphorbia was taken aback by the sheer amount of scars that littered his tattered body. He didn’t want to think about what anyone other than her would truly think. 

He wished his scars stopped at his shoulders. 

“—eee—“ He was physically fighting the word, his mouth stuck in a grimace as he suddenly spiraled. What if she thought he was ugly? What if she thought he was ugly? 

He began to sweat. His breath hitched, caught in his tightening throat. He was pretty! He was handsome! Right?

Right?

And suddenly he felt like he was going to vomit and die on the spot. 

He didn’t even realize tears started streaming down his face until he had to wipe them away. She was going to think he was ugly, and his entire facade was going to shatter. He already began to crumble before she even had a chance to cast her judgment. There was that tiny, rational voice rattling in his head that knew she wouldn’t reject him, and certainly not after all he had already said and done, and yet—

He pressed his forehead to her shoulder, trying to keep the world from spinning. 

He cursed himself inwardly for losing it like he was over something so... Asinine. He swallowed hard, his brows pinching together tightly as he tried to focus. 

She was going to touch his hair. She was going to see. 

“—es.” 

“Yes.”

He nodded against her, afraid his voice was far too quiet to hear, the sound so far from his ears he couldn’t tell. 

He wanted this. He wanted this so badly it hurt. He wanted to feel kind hands upon him, upon his hair, upon his face. He starved for it, that closeness. He was so very desperate, melting in the woman’s arms as he was. 

He grasped her once extended hand and pulled it to his face, pressing into the warmth of her much smaller and softer palm. Hot tears trailed between her fingers as he, in his own mind, ripped the bandage off himself. 

There were scars there too. 

“Please. Please…,” He pleaded. For what? He didn’t know entirely.

“Y-you can… You can touch my hair, yeah?” He practically panted against the panicked thumping of his anxious heart. 

……

It was like Volo was fighting with himself over her request, cringing away yet pressing forward all at once. Fear radiated off of him in waves like heat from stone.

She wanted to be so careful with him and treat her friend like a fragile porcelain doll, or maybe a small, scared animal. But was that what he really needed? 

Brushing the tip of her nose against Volo's ear as he leaned into her, she didn't think so. He needed tenderness, undoubtedly, a soft touch. Euphorbia would instead forgo hesitance.

"Let me know if you need me to stop." There was a second where she resisted his hold as she spoke, making sure he heard her, and then she laid her hand upon the blond's cheek and cupped it.

Euphorbia studied her dear companion through lashes of ice, smiling as she ran her free hand along his scalp, trailing fingers that followed the shining gold flow from root to pale tip with a look of intrigue. She'd thought it was a trick of the light before, but Volo's hair did indeed lighten near the ends. It wasn't in scattered early greying streaks, the paleness crept up from the ends in a soft gradient before stopping entirely.

"No wonder it's so shiny. It has a texture like silk," she hummed, sinking her fingers in further to carefully thread them through a section. "And it goes to this soft cream color at the tips. I don't think I ever noticed that before."

The hand on his cheek shifted, her thumb gently swiping some of his tears away before she continued her exploration.

Both hands worked now, grown confident from the lack of complaint as they mapped out the curves of Volo's skull beneath his mane of sunlight. Until finally, her fingers flitted along the curtain of bangs at his right side that had always hidden half of his face from her.

They did not pull the curtain back so much as caress it out of the way, a soft smile creasing Euphorbia’s lips as she picked a few stray strands out of the way of the final reveal.

……

He held his breath. Bracing.

She carefully pried away strand by strand until. 

Until he had to face her completely.

He slowly opened his eyes, both of them. His face burned in embarrassment, in shame. Between his right eye and eyebrow nestled a deep burn. Different from the ones that marred his body. This one held shape. 

It was a brand. 

The purposeful mark permanently forced his right eye into a harsh squint. He knew he could never open it any further due to the stiffened and damaged flesh. The eye itself was a notable few shades lighter than his other, cloudy and hazed over the years. 

The mark looked to be that of some sort of flower held within a simple circle; small but effective. 

His hand reached up to hide his face again, but he forced it back down. This was it, this was him in all his broken glory. He’d have laughed if he was so utterly mortified. 

His eyes darted about Euphorbia’s face, immediately searching for that tinge of disgust or unwanting he feared so deeply. He couldn’t convince himself she wouldn’t recoil. 

They had ruined his face for life. Marked him as their property. He wasn’t theirs, no, not anymore. But that would never change the fact that he once was.

……

The soft smile that curved Euphorbia’s lips remained unchanged as she unveiled what had made Volo so terrified to be seen, truly seen, by her. Though in the shadow of her lashes, those hollow rings making up the woman's pupils contracted smaller. The warmth that filled her dimmed, shrinking back into the core of her chest while she swept a finger across his cheek.

She had a good idea where such a clearly man-made mark might come from, given his story. One that didn't match the crest that she'd seen in his mother’s book nor the half desecrated iterations around the property.

Euphorbia sighed softly, bringing her face closer to Volo's.

Carefully, deliberately, the woman brushed her lips across the upper edge of the cauterized scar when he didn't flee away. 

Was it a kiss, or just a tender motion so like it? That didn't matter as much as what that little brush truly meant.

Acceptance.

"You know," she murmured once she drew back, head tilting. "When I offered to relay you information about the Himura before, a different thought occurred to me. But I thought I was being needlessly grim."

Idly, Euphorbia adjusted the blond's bangs, tidying them to either side to keep his full face in view as she spoke with a calm that crackled with dire weight. "My first instinct was offering to bring you their heads for confirmation should I find any. Sounds silly, mm? But I…didn't want to rob you of something more personal than that."

Oh, but she would if he asked her to.

"I think I stand by that decision more than ever."

Who would do this to a child? He said he was thirteen at the time, still wet behind the ears. 

People could be truly foul.

……

He had inwardly prepared for the worst as a contingency, knowing well he would have taken even the slightest draw back from him as a sign he would need to leave immediately. 

Only so many people knew of the mark, and he’d always been met with shock or pity or worse and he couldn’t handle that from Euph too. He’d have been too embarrassed to stay. He knew if he just slid through a particular pocket of the floor behind Euphorbia, he could have disappeared into the walls. 

Not that he made a habit of lurking in the walls or anything. Definitely not that. 

But she didn’t do either of those things, at least if she had he thankfully peered through veiled and failing vision anyway. Crisis averted! He practically deflated against her caress, realizing she wasn’t one to recoil. They’d both had their scars, and perhaps that was something of a bond between the two of them. 

Broken. 

They were broken.

But that could be ok. It would have to be ok. 

Volo’s good eye kept focus on hers, his other eye trying to follow suit as his gaze flicked to and fro. Then she leaned in. He inhaled sharply through his nose but remained still as she closed the space and… 

And, and, and—!

His face burned anew as her lips brushed past his scar. She’d… She’d…! Her words gripped him and pulled him out of whatever spinning his brain was starting up again. He pulled back when she did, though admittedly a bit faster than intended. Still he found that her hands remained upon him, and for that his nerves tamped down again. He idly wondered how he even was still breathing, but he carried on doing just that. One breath at a time, he kept his focus on her and only her. 

He feared he’d fly away on the breeze if he didn’t.

She drew him in with the beginning of her self revelation, and he watched her closely. Watching her mouth form her words carefully, the sun beside them bathing her in golden light and highlighting just how… Pretty she really was. 

Even saying such things as willfully beheading people she personally never knew on his behalf. 

His breath shuddered in his throat. 

His mouth went dry. He licked his lip. 

He stared at her, wide eyed and frozen in time. 

She was… The most beautifully tangible thing he’d had the pleasure of laying eyes upon. 

He buried the hands that framed his face into his own and embraced them. The way his own eclipsed her’s so completely was far from lost upon him. He squeezed them both tenderly, sighing as he did.

#Salem Flowerseller #Noodle Flowerseller #FlowerSeller: Euphorbia #FlowerSeller: Volo #Volo #Pokemon Legends Arceus #Also horrifically fluffy in its own way #They love each other your honor #I put them both in a blender and sip them like a smoothie and IMMEDIATELY get tooth rot #Flowerseller writing

[rosemaryblossoms]

You’ll be in my heart

Quick author note: there is no ship and there is nothing of romance, it’s nothing but comfort, all platonic baby 🎤😎.

Warnings: mentions of blood and gore in a nightmare.

Loveless biker boys by @ewwwabug

The character Dusiao belongs to @a21487246-duya

It’s also a present for @a21487246-duya

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜= 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎´𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚎

This= Dusiao’s dialogue

It was a rainy afternoon, the smell of freshly cooked potato soup filled the kitchen and worked its way into the living room. On the couch sat Dusiao, just sitting there waiting for Vince to come out. Earlier Dusiao came over at the Trout brothers house to go and check on them, Aubrey was out with Salem to meet up with Jeff and Varai while Vince stayed home to cook. The man didn’t let Dusiao take a step in his kitchen, Vince is a bit old fashioned when it comes to being a host at his house, he just makes sure you’re comfortable while he does the chores, cooking is one of them, when Dusiao came over he was almost done with the soup (all he needed was to add a little bit more spices and bacon bits as well as some green onions) and when he stepped in to the kitchen Vince leads him into the living room, saying that he is a guest and that he already does so much for the gang he should just relax. So there he is, drink in one hand and his other on his thigh trying to not fall asleep.

Vince came in with two bowls in his hand, the two men then started to eat and chat about different events of their lives, almost choking on their meal due to the funny ones. They cleaned up a bit when they were finished then head back to the living room.

"𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍?" “Yeah a little bit.” "𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗´𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍. “Are you sure? "𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝙸´𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎.

Dusiao hesitated at first, he wasn’t getting the best sleep lately due to his past sneaking up in his dreams. He took a deep breath and laid down, closing his eyes and relaxing. Letting the warmth of the soup and sound of the rain lulling him to sleep.

.

.

.

Screams. Blood. Eyes. Laughter. Pain. Endless dark void. Dusiao woke up in a cold sweat, when he opened his eyes he saw a worried Vince in front of him holding his arm in pain. Dusiao now catching his breath he looked at Vince with worry. “Vince are you ok, I’m sorry if I hit you.” "𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎?" “Yeah.” "𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝?" Dusiao looked down at his hands, he could still feel the blood and skin of the fallen child. “No thank you.” Vince thought over what to do then a light bulb went on in his head. "𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝." Dusiao then sit up and scoot over. Vince then sat behind him then laid Dusiao on top of him, Dusiao’s head on his chest so he can listen to his heartbeat. "𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚔?" Dusiao look at the man and told him he was fine. There was a familiar feeling of comfort. Vince started to hum and pet Dusiao’s hair with one hand and the other held Dusiao’s hand. Vince then begins to sing. "𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝." Vince then tucks a strand of hair behind Dusiao´s ear. "𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. "𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞." "𝙸 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚍𝚘𝚗´𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚢." Vince continued to hum the lyrics, nearly falling asleep himself. Dusiao smiled softly as he closed his eyes, listening to the humming and Vince’s heartbeat. There was no screaming. No void. No eyes. and no pain. Just a peaceful meadow and friends, along with a tall man with reddish brown hair who oddly had similar features to his friend Aubrey.

#gift #loveless biker boys #lbb #lbb oc #not my oc #lbb Dusiao #my oc vince

[etincelleart]

Honestly, my ideal Penny is one who's mostly or entirely mechanical, loves being mostly or entirely mechanical, but is able to refuel using food somehow.

Just, getting rid of the mechanical body feels like taking away Blake's cat ears, an important part of the character's identity is just GONE all of a sudden.

Plus, Penny being entirely mechanical was the one thing stopping the Atlas Arc from being disgustingly ableist. (I'm just going to say there's a reason I put more focus on how Ironwood treats other people's bodies versus him exercising his own bodily autonomy when I want him to raise red flags in my fics.)

Heck, my ideal Winter is a paralytic who relies on mobility aids to get around. (Here's how Cyborg!Winter can still win!)

There's a reason I'm hoping that reviving Penny would cost Winter the Maiden Powers. We need more positive disabled rep in canon.

I see what you mean, but in that case they shouldn't have made her human at all then. I completely agree about the fact that her robotic functions and abilities are amazing and make her really strong and unique, like when she gave precise directions to go in the military base, or when she detected Cinder's warmth in Amity so she was able to tell the difference with all the clones. But what I think would be cruel is to make her human (and she was surprised/shocked, but not displeased by it), and put her back in a robotic body. What's the point of making her human and open so much doors and possibilities for her to explore every aspect of humanity, if it's for closing it right away and putting her back into a body we already know ? We had several volumes when she was there to discover her android abilities, and even if she's always full of surprises, I think making her human kinda makes it impossible (to me) for her to go back into a robotic body. It's like a step forward for her to really live her life, and it would feel weird for me if she was just in a metallic body once again. But I can understand why people would prefer a robot Penny, and I would be completely ok with it IF she didn't have that human body from Ambrosius at the end of Volume 8. But putting her back into a robotic body really feels like gaining the ability to smell, to touch, to feel the world in a empirical way, only to shut it down immediately and keep her to what she was before. Narratively it wouldn't really make sense to me :'] And even if robot Penny was incredible during V8, I think human Penny still has a lot to discover ! I mean there's this whole empirical aspect of course (what would I do to see her eat food or drink for the first time--). But she also doesn't have any Semblance, during the short time she was human she didn't get the time to discover it. Depending on what it is, it could be something really interesting to discover, just like Jaune unlocked his Semblance !

As for Winter, I like how she was helped by some exoskeleton at the beginning of Volume 8, it was nice to see her struggling for a bit after what Cinder did to her at the end of V7. I like Winter as the Winter Maiden tho, it makes sense for her and she seems more confident in that position than Penny was, because Penny never wanted these powers and Winter finally learned to accept them and embrace them to help her do her best. I wouldn't be mad if the Maiden powers could just disappear too someday, I don't want Penny to be the Maiden back, it's either Winter stays the Maiden, or the powers finally disappear because idk, who knows what could happen at the end of RWBY, the two Brothers and the Blacksmith could definitely be involved. But yeah I thought that if Ozma and Salem finally stop their war and decide to rest, then the magic they gave to people (as Ozma gave magic to the Maidens) would disappear as well.

#rwby #rwby discussion #discussion #theory #rwby theory #penny #penny polendina #penny revival #penny 3.0 #robot #android #human #maiden #winter maiden #winter #winter schnee #cinder #cinder fall

[owl127]

Bees first time in Vacuo;

After (Ao3)

Yang heard the familiar clicking of Blake’s heels and sat up straighter against the balcony railing. She watched Blake’s smile bloom and fade as she turned the corner of the long hallway and spotted her.

"Yang?" Blake’s pace slowed as she approached, and the simple gesture tugged at Yang’s heart. She stopped before reaching closer, one hand holding her elbow, her eyes cast down. "Do you want to be by yourself?"

Yang smiled—a tired pull of her lips—and beckoned her girlfriend closer. Blake’s ears perked up at the invitation, and she sat down, laying her head on Yang’s exposed shoulder.

"It’s okay if you need time for yourself." Blake searched for her hand, and Yang let her hold it. "There’s nothing wrong with that."

The tight vine around Yang’s heart eased, even if by a little. She had to remind herself that yes, she was worthy of this woman who chose to love her. Maybe one day she would learn to love herself like Blake loved her.

"I wanted to get away from the crowd." Yang relaxed her shoulder against Blake. "At this point, there’s no more planning we can do."

"Tell that to Weiss."

Yang chuckled and lifted their hands to kiss Blake’s knuckles. The nights in Vacuo were hot, and Yang had reached the Academy’s third-floor balcony in search of a reprieve from the heat. She wasn’t very successful, but it was cooler than the main floor, where most hunters and huntresses planned their defense against Salem’s approaching army. It went unsaid that, for a lot of them, this would be their last night.

Blake didn’t tell Yang that everything would be alright; that was a lesson learned from the Ever After: sometimes it was better to sit down and silently share the heavy feelings instead of trying to spin them in a positive way. Blake couldn’t make any promises tonight, so instead, she was present, offering what she knew to be true.

"Did you talk to Ruby?" Blake asked as she played with Yang’s fingers. A cooler breeze wafted from the small oasis garden below, and Blake shifted closer.

"Yeah. She’s alright. Working with Crescent Rose."

Blake hummed, her chin rubbing lightly on Yang’s shoulder. There was a warmth there—not the suffocating heat from Vacuo’s desert, but a small spark of desire that Yang swallowed in her dry throat.

"Do you think we could—"

"There you are!" From the same corner Blake had come from, Weiss approached the couple with a confident stride, eyes hazed with tiredness and something else Yang couldn’t put her finger on. "Have you seen Ruby?" Weiss lowered herself to the floor with grace, her skirt flowing around her as she sat in front of her teammates.

"She’s tinkering with Crescent Rose," Yang said, touching Weiss’ knee. "Is everything alright, Weiss?" She winced at her own question. Of course, not a single thing was alright, and Weiss' deadpan stare proved it. "All things considered," Yang added, and Blake lifted an ear.

Weiss rolled her eyes but didn’t push Yang’s hand away. "I talked to my mom," she confessed, and she saw both Yang and Blake take a breath and hold it. "It went… well." They still held their breaths, eyes fixed on Weiss. Weiss exhaled first, long and bleary. "She was sober. Has been for a while. She mourns him, and I cannot comprehend why, but talking to her made me feel lighter. And—oof!" Yang’s arms were the first around Weiss, and Blake’s followed.

"What are you two doing up here?" Weiss asked while surreptitiously pushing a single tear away with a gloved hand.

"It was too crowded downstairs," Yang explained. Blake shrugged. "Did you also want to escape?"

"I was looking for Winter, actually. One of the Shade professors was asking for her. Something about the last line of defense." Weiss’ words were heavy with the knowledge that their defenses would have to fight beyond the last line.

"I saw her leaving with that professor... What was her name?" Blake touched her chin in thought, and Weiss pursed her lips.

"Giovanna?"

As if on cue, one of Blake’s ears peaked up, and she turned to the garden below them, a beautiful oasis on the grounds of the academy. "Found them," Yang said as they saw Winter and the Shade Professor walking in the garden. Under the moonlight, Giovanna’s wings shone dark, a stark contrast to Winter’s pale bun.

"Ugh," Weiss complained from her spot with her chin perched on Blake’s shoulder as they all watched from above. "I can’t stay for this." Weiss pulled back, her face flushing.

"What do you mean?" While one of Blake’s ears remained focused on the women in the garden, the other turned to Weiss. "Is there a story here?"

"You have no idea." Weiss chewed on her lip but smiled when she looked up. "I’m not one to partake in rumors"—two pairs of impassive eyes stared back, and Weiss rolled her eyes—"alright, less judgment, please."

"They know each other, don’t they?" Yang looked from her shoulders at the way Giovanna walked next to Winter, a step behind, her head inclined in honest interest as Winter spoke in a low tone. On heels, Winter didn’t reach Giovanna’s shoulders, and the faunus’ wings curled in her direction in the same way Blake’s ears did when she was curious.

"Winter’s team back at Atlas Academy was called Wings. Like, W-N-G-S. Guess who was the 'G'?"

"Kinda on the nose, that one... or should I say, kinda on the back?" Yang tried for a joke, and while Blake chuckled, Weiss mumbled, "No."

"I was young, but I’m almost certain they dated. Or sort of. You know how Father was."

Yang turned to check on the couple below. "What happened?"

"Giovanna went back to Vacuo while Winter chose to serve in the military."

"And now they have the chance to reconnect after years apart," Blake added, her fingers closing around the railing.

"I’m not sure if it’s that dramatic, but sure," Weiss concluded the story, shrugging. "I don’t think Winter dated anyone after that, unless you count the Qrow debacle."

"The what?" Yang hissed, wide eyes looking back at Weiss.

"More like a rival's encounter than anything romantic," Weiss explained. "My siblings and I are trained to be codependent on alcoholics; it’s a whole thing." Weiss stood, balancing herself on the railing and dusting off her immaculate skirt. "And that’s my cue to leave." She pointed down at the garden where Giovanna—Gio, as Yang remembered her peers calling her—had beckoned Winter on a tree, and their faces were dangerously close. "Please don’t engage in voyeurism," Weiss warned, and before she turned to go down the open hallway, she eyed Blake’s hand in Yang’s. "Ruby and I won’t be back in our quarters until sunrise, Belladonna." Weiss didn’t wait for a reply and walked away with the same pose she had arrived.

"What was that about?" Yang laughed quietly but frowned at Blake’s darkening blush. "Blake? Why did Weiss tell you that about the room?" Warmth prickled at Yang’s chest, a trickle of heat pooling there.

Blake’s cheeks flared a beautiful pink, and Yang gulped.

"I think she wanted to let us know the room would be empty." Blake didn’t meet Yang’s eyes as she spoke, one hand playing with her hair.

The heat in Yang’s chest made its way up to her neck and cheeks. "Oh."

"Yeah," Blake said with a small laugh. "We don’t have to do anything; I mean, there’s no need to—"

"Hey." Yang leaned down to kiss Blake’s cheek. "I know we don’t. Not if you don’t want to," she added in a whisper, one arm around Blake’s waist.

"Yang?" Blake’s voice was barely a breath, her eyes widening as she looked at Yang’s eyes, then back at her lips. Yang swallowed nothing and turned her head to the side, her sight landing on the garden.

"Oh, damn."

Blake followed her line of sight and gasped, one hand over her mouth. 

Against one of the few trees in the oasis, Gio had Winter pinned, the Maiden's legs around her hips, as they shared a long, passionate kiss. Winter’s bun seemed to have crumbled a while ago, and from their higher view, they could see Gio’s muscles—a flash of dark skin—flexing as she held Winter up.

"Can she hear us?" Yang, blushing furiously, whispered to Blake.

"Bird faunus are not known for their hearing. They’re known for their sight."

Gio chose that moment to break the kiss and turn her head in the direction of Blake and Yang. Winter, kiss-swollen and breathless, squinted her eyes up. Gio’s hazel eyes shone bright in the night, frowning.

"Oh, damn!" Yang repeated as she scrambled to her feet, a giggling Blake hurrying behind her as they fled. They heard the murmur of voices and the unmistakable flap of large wings taking flight.

In a burst of barely contained laughter and giggling, Yang pulled Blake inside the quarters team RWBY shared, shutting the door behind them with a bang, which only made them laugh harder. Blake hid her burning face in Yang’s neck while Yang’s back rested on the door, their chests heaving.

"Do you think they saw us?" Yang asked when she could catch her breath.

"They saw us." Blake lifted her head to take a full breath, sharing it with Yang. Kissing came naturally for them now, a manifestation of feelings bottled up for too long. Yang opened her mouth to welcome Blake’s tongue, their gasp filling the quiet room.

"Should we invite them here so that we’re even?"

"Yang, no," Blake muttered over smirking lips before catching them again. Their chests touched as Blake pressed Yang against the door, and Yang spread her legs to welcome Blake’s hips. "May I?"

Yang agreed without knowing what the request was and felt nimble fingers probe at her bandana, exposing her neck to a warm breath. Yang exhaled loudly as Blake latched on to the soft skin under her jaw, licking the trembling rush of blood there. Yang shifted her thighs to adjust, but ended up lifting her girlfriend off the ground for a brief second. The kiss broke with a soft whimper.

"You okay?" Yang’s voice was hoarse and tight, and the blush on Blake’s face had taken over her neck all the way down to where her skin hid under her jacket. The zipper at her neck had started its great descent, exposing a soft throat that bobbed with words Blake was not finding.

Blake took a long, deep breath, her eyes closing. She hissed it out, tucking her hair behind one ear and taking a step back. "Yeah."

Yang shortened the distance between them again, placing her hands on Blake’s elbows to pull her close. "Talk to me," she pleaded, searching Blake’s eyes. Blake shook her head and fumbled with her jacket’s zipper.

"It’s not bad."

"What?" There was no stopping Yang, and they both knew it. So Blake took another steading breath, her nostrils flaring as she took in Yang’s scent, her body heat, and her touch. One hand landed on Yang’s cheek, red from heat and love. The hard lines on Yang's forehead softened, and she leaned into the caress. "What?" she mumbled into Blake’s palm.

Blake’s eyes were dark in the dim room as her breath fanned over Yang’s mouth. "That really turned me on." For a second, Yang stared at her, eyes wide. "Is it too much?" Before Blake could take another step back, Yang held her close to her chest.

"No, not too much. I like it. But." Yang’s heart ran wild in her chest, a seed of doubt fighting the growing warmth in there. "I’m scared."

"About tomorrow?"

"Yes, but…" Yang looked around the room before settling on Blake’s serene stare. "About tonight, too."

"What about tonight?"

Yang’s skin felt as hot as if she had activated her semblance. "Don’t you want to be with me?"

Blake's hands were tender on her cheeks. "We don’t have to do anything just because tomorrow... we really don’t."

"No, Blake, I want it." The air was thinner as Yang spoke, her heart doing its best to escape from her thundering ribcage.

"I need you to be specific, Yang." Blake’s nose was warm at the soft spot under Yang’s chin. "What do you want?" She breathed the question, followed by a kiss on the same spot as before, right on Yang’s pulsing heart.

"I…" Yang took a deep breath, and Blake pulled back to find her eyes. "I want to have sex with you." Yang gasped at the way Blake’s pupils dilated.

"Does it scare you? Being with me?"

"I don’t have a lot of experience. I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you."

"That’s impossible," Blake reassured her with another kiss to Yang’s neck.

"Blake." Yang laughed quietly, closing her eyes against the furious blush heating her cheeks. "You date a huge virgin bimbo."

Blake’s soft laughter was like spring water on a summer afternoon: calm, comforting, and refreshing. "And I love her." Her laughter faded, and Blake stared at her own chest. "Does the fact that I’m more experienced bother you?"

"What? No!" Cool, metallic fingers touched under Blake’s chin. "Hey, Blake, look at me. Everything you went through made you who you are today. And I love who you are. I love every part of you." Yang leaned in for a kiss, and Blake accepted it, welcoming her inside her mouth. "I love you," Yang repeated. Fingers threaded through Yang’s hair, bringing her down to deepen their kiss. In a break for air, Blake placed Gambol Shroud against the lower bunk bed and shrugged off her jacket. Yang watched, her chest heaving. "You’re beautiful," Yang said.

Blake blushed a shade darker, one hand lowering the zipper on her neck all the way down. Yang watched its descent; the sound was sharp and thin, reverberating in her head. She shrugged off her overalls straps without thinking, kicking her boots and the entire thing in one swift breath. Ember Celica clicked on the ground, discarded. Blake, still working on her zippers, startled at Yang, who now stood in front of her in a white top and underwear.

"A little eager?" Blake said with mirth, sitting down on the bed to remove her shoes. Bouncing on her feet, Yang nodded.

"You have no idea."

"Come help me, then." Blake kicked off her last shoe and crawled back onto the twin bed. Yang thought about jumping on top of her, but she had real concerns about whether the bed rails would survive, so instead she placed one knee on the bed, then another, and her finger found another zipper to undo. Blake, bless her soul, helped Yang remove her shirt and pants, and soon Yang found herself with a warm, solid weight on her hips as Blake straddled her.

Vacuo’s heat had nothing on Blake.

"Can I?" Yang asked, her lips tingling from kisses. Blake nodded, leaning closer so Yang could fuss with the clasp of her bra. Blake massaged the tension knot between Yang’s eyes as she fumbled behind her back. But the little sigh of relief that escaped Blake at the snap of tension was addictive, her arms tracing a graceful arc as she let the garment slip.

Yang didn’t speak when presented with a topless Blake, her fingers digging into her thighs instead, her lilac eyes wide.

"You good?" Blake prodded, one finger lifting Yang’s chin, and even like that, it was hard for Yang to find her eyes again. Yang nodded, swallowing.

"You’re gorgeous," Yang whispered as if it were a prayer, eyes closing. "Can I touch you?"

"Gods, yes." Warm fingers were back in Yang’s hair, and she traced Blake’s torso to cup a soft breast, her prosthetic holding steady on Blake’s hips. Blake whimpered at the touch of a thumb on a hard nipple, moving her body so she found pressure on Yang’s abdomen. "Yang!" Blake gasped when a mouth replaced Yang’s hand, a curious and warm tongue wrapping Blake in a soft kiss.

"Down," Blake demanded, and she pushed Yang to lay on the bed, with only minor protests leaving Yang’s mouth at being denied her new-found favorite activity. But Blake caught her pouting lips in a kiss, wild and feverish, ready to devour her whole. "Can I see you? All of you?"

It took Yang a moment to process the words, her mind threading through molasses at all the new ways her body could shiver. "Yes," she agreed, but only when Blake probed at her bandeau did she understand and lift her arms. Blake was delicate, her fingers leaving trails of heat on Yang’s skin as she freed Yang from the tight compression.

Yang’s first reaction was the need to cover herself, but Blake’s ears were high and twitching, her face and chest blooming in pink, and her lips opened, but no word came out. "Blake?" Yang asked in a small voice, her hands gripping Blake’s hips.

"I should not be surprised with the way you never quite hid them—"

"Hey! I run hot!"

"But Yang," she leaned down to lick a hot, wet path from Yang’s collarbone to her jaw, "you’re marvelous."

A sound escaped Yang’s throat, high and embarrassing, and her hips canted, bouncing Blake above her. Blake responded with a whimper of her own, her wet breath tickling Yang’s ear. "Can I kiss you?" At once, Yang knew she wasn’t asking about her mouth. And also at once, Yang nodded with vigor, her chin bumping Blake’s cheek. "Let me take care of you, babe," Blake whispered on warm skin, leaving traces with her nails and mouth. "Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" The phrase sobered Yang from the stupor of want that had taken over, and she nodded with the certainty that there was no one else she trusted more than Blake.

If Yang wanted to remain quiet, she failed miserably, panting loudly at each inch Blake covered with kisses. There was no air in her lungs when Blake finally found her breasts; her tongue was diligent in showing Yang how much she was loved.

Yang took a deep breath when Blake halted her journey down, but it got caught in her throat when she saw the golden eyes between her legs; that wasn’t the cat faunus Belladonna. Those were the eyes of a wild being—a predator ready to pounce. Yang shuddered, desire dripping from her.

Blake guided the hands that had been fisting the bedsheets to her head. "Watch for the ears," Blake warned in a tone too casual for the way she eyed Yang’s underwear, her cat ears twitching in response to Yang’s tentative touch. "May I?" Yang’s hand trembled against dark hair as she nodded, lifting her hips to let Blake slide down her panties. The air was cool against Yang’s heating skin, but too soon it was hot and wet again, and Yang’s head hit the pillow as she moaned, loud and unabashed. Blake smirked, and Yang felt it, her hips responding to meet tongue.

Like everything else she did, Blake was excellent at taking care of Yang. She responded to Yang's little sighs, the push and pull of her hips; when Yang failed to muffle a curse, Blake latched on the spot, her ears flat in utter concentration. Her fingers splayed on Yang's thighs would leave marks, and that idea alone made Yang hotter and the air humid and heavy.

It was good. Great, even, like she had never felt before. It was a lot, and Yang tried to keep up, muffle some of the sounds, and not pull on Blake’s ears. That intensity was new—that kind of shared heat, burning and growing, the endless tightening of her muscles. Something was about to happen, and Yang was approaching a cliff, looming closer with each ragged breath. It was good, so good, and then it was too much. She needed to breathe.

"Blake?" Yang said, her voice hoarse and clawing its way out of gritted teeth. "Blake, stop," she panted, her right hand over her thunderous heart while the other tugged firm on Blake’s hair.

Predatory gold met her and morphed into concern, with Blake climbing her way up to cup Yang’s cheek. Yang wasn't sure if she should feel embarrassment or relief. "Yang, open your eyes," she asked softly. "Please."

The never-ending tightening in Yang’s belly receded, and sweat ran down her temples. Blake’s hand was hot on her clammy skin.

"Just breathe with me." Blake embraced her, reading the comfort Yang needed. "There you go." Yang could smell herself in Blake’s breath, and the sense of possession was new and exotic, like a tropical fruit exploding in her mouth in the dead of winter.

Yang’s heart didn’t really slow down, but it took a break from its escalating panic attack. She did as Blake instructed, breathing in and out, in and out, until she couldn’t feel her heart in her throat and yet only the solid warmth of Blake on top of her, around her, holding her.

"There you are." Blake kissed her nose when Yang opened her eyes, hazed with tears. "Yang, did I hurt you?"

"No." Yang hid in the crook of Blake’s neck. "It was overwhelming. I never felt it that intense before." Yang nuzzled the spot there, taking a deep breath of Blake. "It was good, but then it was too good? Does that make sense?"

With hands that were always warm and soft, Blake coaxed Yang from her hiding spot in her neck. She kissed the tear stains, her nose snuggling into Yang’s cheek, until she smiled.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, I’m… I’m okay."

"Do you want to stop?"

"No. Do you?"

A little sigh escaped Blake, and she kissed Yang on the mouth. "No. Why don’t you show me how you prefer it?"

"How I—"

Blake’s fingers spread between Yang’s, a small push downward. Yang felt the tight feeling in her belly peeking its head again, adjusting against the single pillow and spreading her legs. Blake bit her lips and nodded, their foreheads touching.

"Better this way?" Blake asked.

"Yeah. Stay with me," Yang added without thought, her right hand grasping the bedsheets. She could see Blake’s eyes and the tenderness in them. And also the focus as their hands traveled down through Yang’s quivering stomach, past her hips, until—

"It’s me. Yang, I’m here." A gasp trapped itself in Yang’s throat, and she nodded, bracing herself for the heat. "It’s me."

It was Blake, and Yang could trust her. When Blake felt for what made Yang moan, she leaned down to kiss her mouth again, the earthly undertone in her tongue making Yang slightly dizzy. "Here?" Blake asked on quivering lips, and Yang nodded, another moan escaping her as Blake moved their fingers in circles. Yang guided Blake's hand instead to an up-and-down slide, their digits teasing her wetness only to crawl up with more pressure. "This way, then? Up and down?" Yang's thoughts in Blake's lower voice were the sexiest thing Yang had ever heard. She nodded, her heart galloping strides. "I thought so." An afterthought affirmation came on Yang's neck, Blake's hand setting a pace between her legs as she held on to Blake's waist, letting her do what she wanted. Yang felt the familiar growing sensation in her abdomen, but when it threatened to tip the limits of what she could take, Blake would slow down, kiss her, and whisper how much she loved her. "You're doing so well," Blake purred at an increase in pressure, and Yang's legs spread further on the covers, one foot rubbing against static cotton, the friction good but not the friction making her gasp Blake's name.

"Blake," Yang warned, her fingers digging into Blake's biceps, eyes wide. "I feel it. I, I feel it." It was like a strong leather band had been fastened over her stomach, crushing the muscles into spasms, tighter and tighter, and Yang felt herself spiraling again.

"I'm here." One hand guided Yang's face to meet calm gold, and the intervals between Yang's desperate pulls for air elongated. "It's me, love. Let it come to you."

Yang's hips thrusted of their own volition against Blake's hands, the valley between her breasts flowing in rivulets of sweat.

"Blake, Blake." She heard the name but didn't realize it came from her own lungs; her attention was solely on Blake's eyes, never flickering from her. The tightness increased, and suddenly Yang arrived at the cliff, boundless, hurling toward it, impossible to stop. A drop of sweat ran down Blake's temple and lingered, suspended, at her chin, like Yang felt: suspended, waiting for something, immobile, waiting, waiting, waiting.

Yang saw the words forming on Blake's lips, and she knew them; she had heard them before, but the ringing in her ears overtook the voice she craved. Her mind, now having heard it many times, filled the deaf emptiness: I love you.

The tight band around Yang's torso snapped, stealing all her air.

Her back arched from the bed, lifting Blake with her, the steady rhythm between her legs failing as Blake struggled to balance, but the broken sequence only amplified the white heat wave crashing on Yang. She threw her head back, felt it hitting the bunk bed post, and didn't care about it in the least. She smashed Blake in a hug, their hips rolling together, and throwing herself over a blissful cliff had never felt better.

For how long Yang fluttered like a lost fish on land over the bed, she didn't know. But Blake was there the whole time, holding her, coaxing her to another sequence of tremors, licking the sweat from her neck, kissing the quivering of her lips—Blake was everywhere, and it was all Yang ever wanted.

Her throat was hoarse as she gasped for breath, and Blake was panting just as hard above her.

"Yang," Blake insisted, her strong fingers closing around Yang's cheek. Seeing her concerned gaze, it wasn't the first time she had called her back from her haze. "Are you okay?"

Blinking took a tremendous effort, but Yang blinked once, twice, adding the herculean effort to nod. Gods, yes, she was alright.

"Good?" Blake probed, concern melting into something akin to prideful desire on her face.

"So good," Yang whispered in a long exhale, throwing her arms around Blake to keep her sheltered against her chest. "I can feel it in my toes." She buried her face in black hair, nuzzling the twitching ears there. "I love you."

Blake released a long breath on Yang’s skin. "That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen." The shine in Blake’s eyes betrayed nothing but truth. "Gods." Blake’s voice broke at the word, and Yang felt her moving on her thigh, a wet slide pressing over Yang’s muscle.

"What can I do?" A bout of strength awoke Yang’s mind, and without thinking, her hands helped Blake glide over her. Blake had lost her underwear at some point, and the thought that what was touching Yang was raw, pure Blake made her mouth salivate.

"Flex your thigh for me." The order made Yang shiver. "Yes, like that."

Yang's jaw ached as she gritted her teeth, her forearms bulging as she helped Blake grind over her skin, back and forth, like a retreating and cresting wave. "Yang?"

Yang moved her fixed stare from where Blake’s legs embraced her to pleading amber. "I want you to touch me." Yang had never heard that tone in Blake's voice—an unveiled restraint of want, revealed by nails biting her shoulder.

When Yang didn't move, Blake held her left hand and brought it to her mouth. Blake closed her eyes as she sucked two of Yang's fingers, and whatever brain cell was left in Yang's mind declared retirement at that sight. So, thoughtlessly, Yang let Blake guide her hand down and watched in awe as Blake lifted herself enough so Yang could finally know what heat felt like.

"Yang?" Blake's shoulder trembled as she hovered over Yang, desire dripping on Yang's wet fingers, her eyes darting between their bodies and Yang's face.

Yang nodded, the now-familiar tightness in her center increasing.

And then Blake lowered herself, and Yang froze for a moment before catching up, her fingers finding something, and Blake gasped, and her hips met Yang's, and Yang was—by the gods—Yang was inside her, and her brain cells reanimated, sending the only command she could follow: move.

She would never forget the way Blake moaned her name as she moved her fingers and watched Blake establish a pace, her body dancing over hers in a rush to find her own cliff.

And Yang would be the one bringing her there.

Part of Yang wanted to ask if Blake was okay, if it was too much or too slow, but Blake commanded her without words, her body molding Yang to what she needed. Breathing hard, Yang followed the little sighs and quiet confessions, her wrist burning but burning good.

Blake’s hips increased the pace, her chest bouncing, her muscles shimmering with fresh sweat.

"Touch yourself." Yang met Blake's widened eyes with the same surprise at hearing herself say it. She swallowed, repeating, "Touch yourself, Blake."

Ears flat on her head, Blake nodded and moaned, one hand leaving Yang’s shoulder to hide between their bodies.

"Fuck," Blake whispered, eyes tight, hand faster than their hips, and Yang smiled, bright and alive.

Blake’s body tensed, and she leaned over Yang, her breath wet on her cheek. Yang hoped she was close, her own brain in overdrive. Her right hand landed heavy on Blake’s back, their movements sloppy and desperate between their glistering bodies.

"I got you," Yang whispered, and she meant it now; she meant it tomorrow under Salem’s onslaught; she meant forever. "I got you, Blake."

The sound that ripped from Blake’s throat was something Yang had never heard before. It was a new part of Blake reserved for her and her only, a trust that had taken Blake years to place on anyone again.

Blake tensed, the tendons in her neck tight in climax, her entire body shivering, and she fell.

Yang didn’t stop until a shaking hand begged her to, and slowly, she pulled back, allowing a panting Blake to fall over her. Yang was panting just as hard, her ears ringing with how visceral the experience of watching Blake Belladonna come—to make her come—had left her breathless.

They could only breathe for long, long minutes, their tangled, damp limbs sprawled on the twin bed as if they had defeated a Nevermore by the sheer power of shouting at it.

Yang’s right hand tangled itself in Blake’s hair, opening and closing, nails light against a soft scalp. Blake’s hum of contentment might as well have been a purr for the way her entire body vibrated and relaxed.

"Good?" Yang found her voice, and a grin broke across her face.

Blake chuckled, their bodies shaking in tandem. "Very good."

"I want to do it again."

Blake lifted an ear but didn’t move her head from Yang’s chest.

"Maybe not now," Yang amended, "but after."

"After," Blake repeated, kissing a collarbone.

"After." Yang slept with all her senses full of Blake, the weight on top of her a warming comfort.

"I won’t open that door."

"Weiss, please."

"I’m not doing it, Ruby!"

Yang blinked awake, groaning at the kink in her neck. Her nose itched when ears moved below it.

"She’s my sister." A discussion continued outside team RWBY’s door. "Imagine if it were Winter in there."

"That’s low." A tired sigh.

Three knocks sounded on the door, and Blake stirred next to Yang.

"It’s Weiss; I’m coming in," Weiss said as she opened the door. Blake must have coaxed Yang into pajamas because she was wearing the tan, oversized Shade Academy shirt, and a similar shirt covered Blake’s torso. Under the blankets, they had nothing else.

"Really." Weiss’ voice was cold. "In my bed?" She ruffled, making a show of opening the window. Early morning light strode inside. "I’m picking up dust for me and Ruby. We need to go otherwise we’ll be late for breakfast."

"Good morning, Weiss," Yang croaked, limbs heavy.

The door closed with a pompous hmf.

"Do you think she knows?"

"She knows, Yang."

Yang hugged Blake closer in that early morning, feeling a good soreness in her body, like the endorphins of a well-done exercise. She kissed Blake’s hair, smiling at the muffled yawn on her neck.

"When it’s all said and done," Yang kissed the spot between Blake’s ears, "let’s go to Menagerie. Just chill at the beach."

"Is that going to be our happily ever after?"

"For a while."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Her dad is 6’11," Weiss said from the other side of the door, to which Yang froze.

"Ignore her," Blake said with a kiss on her cheek.

"Is he, though?"

"And a panther faunus. Sun told us!" Ruby completed from outside, and Yang gulped.

"Maybe we should go to Patch first."

"No, you have that horrible creature."

"Zwei is adorable!" Ruby defended from the hallway.

"Really? You think Zwei is a threat? Your dad can shred me to pieces."

"He probably would have if he had smelled this room!" Weiss said from the other side of the door.

"Can you two just go to breakfast!"

They heard Ruby and Weiss’ voices echoing down the hallway. 

"Blake?" Yang kissed her head again.

"Yeah?"

"They know.”

#rwby #rwby fanfiction #bumblebee #bumblebly #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #weiss the beekeeper^TM #fanfiction #look at me delivering on my promises #*pat pat* #winter getting some love in the background because I couldn't help myself #let the schnees love and be loooved #bees in love #introducing #sex in bunk beds #vacuo's heat #sweat #fluff #first time #drabble

[activate-shadow-of-the-window]

Hermittober Day 30 (Late): Warden

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X didn’t know what to expect when Etho requested a meeting in the Paths of all places, but participating in a raid with the assemblage before them was absolutely not on the list.

Cleo sighed as she approached the commander, playfully poking her dagger-axe at their dragon-skull helmet. “Not even judging from the look on your face, for obvious reasons, I can tell that you don’t know what’s really going down either.”

X sighed, pressing a gauntlet to whatever was within their headpiece. “Yeah, I really don’t. From what I’ve gathered, you and Bdubs were… manipulated? Paid? Maneuvered or something? Into making this thing that could control a warden, while E and Hels and Hypno and Iskall apparently were supposed to get the warden, but something happened to Iskall, and Keralis got an investigation started, and all sorts of stuff happened—“

“That’s the gist of it.”

“Okay, b-but there’s still a warden on the loose somewhere, and I suspect that somewhere is where we’re going right now.”

Etho cocked an ear before responding. “Yup! We’re heading straight for wherever Cub says the thing is!”

X eyed the stooped, white-coated figure of the half-vex in question. “Of course, there’s also whatever Cub has got going on with his sculk. I haven’t asked; it seemed like it would be rude to, and… y’know, I’m just not going to think about that now.”

Plant-of-the-Void didn’t even bother to turn around, let alone break their stride. “Thank you. We are very. Very. Very tired.”

Bdubs sighed. “Aren’t we all.”

The strange bedfellows continued walking in silence, save for the constant transmissions between Salem and Mini, each of whom were stationed at one end of the group. Both were constantly feeling with the portable Sensor system for any intruders in the Paths.

Etho abruptly stopped near an old exit to the Overworld. “Here we are, I think.”

The door was a foreboding wooden thing, lacking the floating motes of all six, or perhaps seven, magic types that indicated a bridge between dimensions. The frowning, long-nosed face of an illager marked the threshold as a dangerous one, the effect only improved by the raggedness of the carving and the single green glass eye.

Tango tapped the old wood with the handle of his morningstar. “Are you sure this thing opens up to anywhere that isn’t the Void itself?”

Etho shrugged. “I’m not sure about where any of these doors lead, but I’m rather inclined to think this one goes to somewhere within the Eastern Mansion.”

X placed a gauntlet on the door. “Then let us enter.”

#horizon to horizon au #fanfic #fanfiction #hermitcraft au #microfiction #hermittober #hermitcraft

[carladuquette]

Happy Halloween! Here’s a little Elite x Hocus Pocus (feat. Witch!Lu 🔥)

I put a spell on you

"Thank you for joining us, Mr. Garcia," Mrs. Birch said dryly. "I'm glad you're here to hear the story I'm about to tell about some of our town's most famous daughters…"

The whole class intoned it with her: "The Sanderson sisters."

Samuel had never heard of these supposedly uber-famous sisters, but considering that the entire town was bursting at the seams with black cats, pointy hats and broomsticks, he had a pretty good idea of what was coming.

"The Sanderson sisters were the most powerful witches Salem had ever seen."

Yep. Witches. Of course it was witches. Samuel tuned out his teacher's overdramatic voice and stared out the window at the falling leaves. Why did his mom have to get a job not only in New England, where fall was cold and the air annoyingly crisp, but in Cuckoo Central? People here took their childish ghost stories so damn serious-

“Mr. Garcia!" Case in point.

"You should be paying particular attention." Mrs. Birch looked at him with raised eyebrows until Samuel made a show of sitting up straight and folding his hands on his desk. When he saw Polo whisper something into Carla's ear, making her laugh, his fingers tightened.

Mrs. Birch reprimanded Carla, too, who apologized with a sweet smile, then added that she could tell the story of the Sanderson sisters herself at this point. The teacher encouraged her to go ahead and Carla turned around, looking directly at Samuel for a second before letting her glance wander across the classroom.

"The witches didn't just kill livestock, ruin harvests and set people's houses on fire." She paused for effect. "They also stole children, sucked the life force out of them and ate them!"

Samuel snorted. Sure they did.

"What, you don't believe that, West Coast?" Polo asked him with a smirk.

"Not everyone is as gullible as you, you-" Mrs. Birch interrupted before Samuel could come up with a list of names to call that preppy jerk.

"Well, the eating part is still up for debate," she said as seriously as if they were discussing a new theory published in Scientific American. "But Carla is right, they killed many, many children before they were finally caught and hanged at dawn on All Hallows' Eve, 1693. But right before they died, the eldest, Lucrecia, placed a curse on the entire town. If a virgin ever lights the sisters' black-flamed candle on Halloween night, they will return to Salem and kill all the children in it!"

None of his classmates laughed. Samuel looked around to be sure and yeah, not a grin to be seen. How was this real?

"You have got to be kidding me," he said, perhaps a little too loud. "How are you believing this? You do know what all these women we call witches today really were, right? Lucrecia and her sisters probably minded their own business and dabbled in herbology a bit until their Puritan neighbors decided that unmarried women were suspect and hanged them."

"How very feminist of you, Mr. Garcia." Now the entire class laughed. Samuel rolled his eyes. "But you are sorely mistaken. If there was any doubt about how wicked and powerful the Sanderson sisters were, you'd only have to look at the fate of Lucrecia's lover. Who can tell me what she did to poor Guzman Nunier?"

All hands except for Samuel's rose and Mrs. Birch picked Carla to finish her story.

"One night, she caught him cheating on her with her youngest sister, Cayetana." Samuel was pretty sure he wasn't imagining the sparkle in Carla's eye or the glee in her voice as she went on. "Lucrecia poisoned him and hexed his mouth shut so he would never be able to lie again, not even in the afterlife."

#happy halloween #i had a lot of fun with this #especially with the witches #hocus pocus #the sanderson sisters #elite #carla x samuel #carmuel #samuel garcia #carla roson #lucrecia montesinos #guzman nunier #lu x guzman #fanfiction #writing #halloween

[deedeli-liveblog]

RWBY ReWatch Volume 5: the one where jaune learns to heal and that’s the only important thing that happens, trust me

From here on out, I’ve only seen these episodes a grand total of once, during my initial liveblog of them. I have not rewatched Volumes 5-7 at any point, so these episodes are going to be the major refresher for me, as far as plot and details I’ve forgotten.

That being said, I remember liking Volume 5 least of all, but I don’t really remember why. IIRC (and I probably don’t) it felt like Volume 5 should have picked up the slower pace that Volume 4 set, but because the story was so divided, it didn’t really accomplish that. It ended up being pretty disappointing.

So, let’s see if Volume 5 fairs better with a rewatch.

I’m trying to remember the song for the Volume 5 OP before it plays, and I have NO idea what it was, or what it was even about. The same for Volume 6, but I adored the Volume 7 and 8 OPs, so I remember those pretty well.

Going through the character shorts now, and I forgot that the action in Volume 5 took a dip in quality too. It’s not anywhere near bad, but it’s noticeably slower than the action in RWBY usually is. Not nearly as exciting.

Sad to know that the reason Lionheart was so happy to know where the Spring Maiden is was so he had new information to funnel to Watts.

How did Oscar find Qrow? Did he just happen to see him, or did Ozpin tell him to walk into every bar in Mistral until he found Qrow, lmao.

oh my god, I never noticed when Qrow was drunk, he boops Oscar on the nose before he walks inside akfhklsdjhlasd

Hm, yeah, I don’t remember this OP at all. The song is nice, but not as immediately catchy like some of the other songs are.

Adam’s new model in Volume 5 make his horns much easier to see.

I forgot how absolutely gorgeous Sienna Khan’s design is. It’s such a shame how underutilized she was.

So. Why does the leader of the White Fang need a whole ass throne room?

God, I hate Adam SO much.

“This curse was bestowed upon me by the Gods, because I failed to stop Salem in the past.” Isn’t it interesting that the Gods are always far more interested in punishing someone than just giving them the tools they need to accomplish their goals? I’d think it’d have been far more useful to Ozma to make him immortal in the same way Salem was, than to just have him reincarnate himself over and over.

There was probably a reason for that that wasn’t just punishment, but like I said, only watched Volume 6 once, so the finer details escape me.

Kind of funny that the bandits thought they could keep a Schnee contained. I mean, even without her weapon, her semblance is pretty versatile, as she later demonstrates. 

The scene with Yang just calmly whooping bandit ass is soooo *chefs kiss*. Like, god, I love her. 

This is the first fight she’s been in since she fought Adam, right? Such a simple spat that she easily wins, but the rush of adrenaline just reminds her body of her last fight, so she can’t even enjoy it. :c

The hug between Yang and Weiss is so beautifully framed. The lighting, the colors, the way the knight shimmers away, Weiss’ feet not touching the ground, she’s just holding onto Yang for dear life. But also the fact that she fully trusts in Yang and her strength that she knows Yang could easily hold her up.

ALSO Home starts playing?? Cause Weiss is finally ‘home’ with a piece of her family and why am I crying???

So. Who is that a painting of that Corsac and Fennec are standing in front of? I have to assume a family member, cause it looks like they have Fennec’s ears.

It’s almost funny what a poor job Raven does at trying to convince Yang to stay. “You’re family and friends that you’ve known for so long have been lying to you, but I, family in name only and a practical stranger to you, will tell you the complete truth if you stay with me.” And she says this after being antagonistic to Yang the entire conversation. 

hehe, get fucked raven

Yang says “no more lies” if they’re gonna work together, and Ozpin agrees, and then immediately proceeds to keep lying alkdhskhahfks

“I know all about your master.” Wait, that’s right. Raven must’ve found out that Salem can’t be killed, that’s why she ran away from helping Oz.

“... a fall maiden with a surname so appropriate, she probably picked it herself. Something tells me you’ve got a slight case of ego-mania.” afkjsdkhalsfsfs

Cinder was so blinded by her ego and the chance to enact revenge that she readily agreed to inviting Ruby and Co. to Haven, and couldn’t see how obviously that was part of Raven’s plan. Like, if they had just followed the plan the way Watts wanted to, Cinder would’ve had the spring maiden’s power and the relic relatively easily. Then she could’ve just  hunted Ruby afterwards. 

Ohhh, the song that plays when Ilia and Blake finally face each other and grab their weapons is soo good. A dramatic swell that highlights the tragedy of the moment.

Knowledge, Creation, Destruction-- all of these are pretty self explanatory in what they might do. But what the hell could the Choice Relic possibly do? Something big, I assume, if Oz wanted it hidden directly under his guard, and he made it much more difficult to find than the others.

Also, I’m sure there’s something to be said about Choice being the most powerful of all, but I’ve not the brain power to put that into words, and being hidden under the incredibly manipulative Ozpin.

And speaking of the relics, I imagine the first thing Salem would ask Jinn is how to find the relic at Beacon.

“I’m not afraid, I’m smart.” What?? lol Salem’s goal is the destruction of Humanity, and you are human. There’s nothing smart about not choosing to fight her because if she wins you’ll still die.

what the hell is Kali’s tray made of that it can block bullets

oh my god, she killed a man with that tray

I love Ilia’s character arc this volume. I hope we see her again.

This entire volume the captions have been delayed on Rooster Teeth’s site. :/

“Take out the Aeris” who the fuck is doing these captions. Not only have they been delayed, but they’ve also been completely wrong multiple times, and now we’re just making words up

It’s kind of sad to see how reliant on her summoning Weiss became. She’s trying very hard to summon her knight, even when she doesn’t really have the opportunity to, and gets taken down by Vernal in a few hits because of it, but she’s normally such a capable fighter.

Hazel and Gretchen, Hansel and Gretel is the inspo, I suppose.

Hazel’s motivation is so weak. Like, Ozpin wasn’t even the one who killed her, he just didn’t tell her no. And Hazel’s really willing to kill all of humanity just to spite Ozpin??

Ohhh, damn. It’s crazy to see just how far Cinder’s Grimm arm encroaches onto the rest of her body in the future. In the reveal she still has her shoulder at least.

hehe, get fucked adam

Holy shit, I forgot Weiss stabbed Hazel in the kidney with the lancer stinger.

Raven’s lucky that her daughter is actually a good person, and didn’t tell anyone that she was the spring maiden.

i mean... blake could’ve still apologized for abandoning them like that :V she had her reasons, but it was still fucked up. Ruby at least left a note when she left and apologized to Yang when she later saw her.

That was Volume 5! All in all, not bad. I still enjoyed the volume, there’s nothing immediately wrong with it. Plot wise it was good, and I wouldn’t say it was slowly paced. Just that the story being split between so many characters made it feel a lot slower, at least until the last 5 or so episodes. There was also a notable lack of action this volume, in comparison to previous volumes, and what little there was was just... alright. For a show like RWBY, whose action segments was a major selling point, it is pretty disappointing.

That being said, I enjoyed a lot of the character moments and plot threads that we were given here.

Onwards!

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Bumbleby Week DAY 2 - Meet the Parents

Day 2 of @bumblebyweek-blog set of prompts and its meeting the parents, always a fun one, though I think mine turned a bit serious/angsty but hey its Bumbleby after V3 they’ve always had a bit of angst over them (at least to me, they really do need this island vacation). Still liked where this went and hope you’ll enjoy it too.

To say that Yang was nervous was an understatement. Which of course was crazy for anyone else to imagine. She was the blinding star of Team RWBY, the heavyweight brawler that personally threw hands at Salem herself. Yet here she was frozen in the team’s tent trying not to overthink what was about to happen.

After coming back from Ever After, where she finally grasped her heart and asked Blake to be with her together. Granted it had come after Blake tearfully tore into her for her sacrificial nature for them all. That had been an ugly conversation, especially when Yang had snapped back asking what was she supposed to do. Neither was able to answer the other and they had stormed off to cool their minds. Of course, neither was ready for the island to react to their emotions and the two soon found themselves slammed back together. It had been painful, emotional, and ultimately needed time that helped them clear whatever was between them. In the end, they both just wanted to be with other during and after the war.

It was a bond that had helped them escape Ever After, and even helped beat back Salem’s agents' attempts to infiltrate Shade. Their nights were easier together and both were finding out more about each other. At this point, Yang knew she could keep going as long as Blake was with her, heck she even managed to get Blake and her dad to enjoy a brunch together, despite both being terrible morning people, a fact the two bonded wonderfully over.

Now though she was on the receiving end of meeting the parents and truth be told her nervousness was quickly turning into genuine fear. Oh sure Blake had done everything to assuage her fears, but deep down Yang knew that maybe just maybe she might drop the ball. She did not want to mess this up, this was Blake’s parents. Parents who she had only recently reconnected with, parents who had willingly let their baby go into fight a war that could end the world. Parents that had almost lost her to one person Blake had given her heart to. 

Yang suppressed that thought, it would only make her angry, and that was the last thing she needed to be. This was to be a joyous occasion, if somewhat muted. Salem was slowly gearing up for a full war, and the people of Remnant would need more than a smattering of Hunters to protect them. They needed an army, and only the Kingdom of Menagerie Guards, along with the reborn White Fang, had the numbers to provide a solid foundation for the rest of the world’s buildup for the final fight. So not only was Yang going to meet her girlfriend's parents but also two of the most influential individuals alive in the world.

“Yeah, I’m the one who's supposed to overthink things,” Blake’s voice whispered into Yang’s ear which caused her to jump with a shriek.

“Blake!!” she cried out as Blake chuckled, and Yang felt her indignation disappear. Blake’s laughter was precious and absolutely a delight to hear.

“Sorry Sunshine,” Blake said and grinning as Yang flushed at the nickname before she enveloped Yang in a hug. Yang melted back into Blake with her own hug as her heart enjoyed the calming moment. “You know it will be okay,” Blake continued on, “I wouldn’t have you doing this if I thought it would end badly,”

“I know, I just…want to give them my best,” Yang stated, somewhat embarrassed that she was this obvious.

“And you will, now come, dad managed to figure out how to make a sandfish taste like it's a tuna,” Blake said planting a quick kiss on Yang’s lip, as she dragged Yang out of their tent toward her parents’ temporary shelter. The walk was far shorter than Yang could ever imagine, and though she tried to focus on her hand holding Blake’s, her early worries started to creep back. So much could go wrong and--

“Yang,” suddenly she found herself staring deep into Blake’samber eyes, oh she could look into those gems all day. “If you’re not ready we don’t--”

“No, if I don’t do it now it's gonna just make it worse,” Yang quickly interrupted her girlfriend’s sentence, already steeling herself for the worst. “Besides I do need to see just how well your dad managed with the sandfish, that stuff has been nothing but leather.”

“Alright, Mom! Dad! We’re here!” Blake announced through the tent’s entrance and was quickly answered by a soft come-in, as well as shuffling sounds of people moving. Blake threw Yang a quick smile before dashing in, and Yang followed in. Now Blake had shown pictures and talked about her parents to Yang, so she easily knew just what Kali Belladonna was. The older woman seemed to glide toward her daughter, sweeping Blake up in a hug.

“It’s so good to see you,” Kali crooned as she peppered her daughter’s face with kisses.

“Mom, we saw each this morning,” Blake playfully complained before touching her forehead to her mother’s, before turning her head back toward Yang. “Anyway, Mom here’s Yang, my girlfriend,”

“Hello, Mrs. Belladona, a pleasure to meet you” Yang instantly straightened herself and stiffly extended a hand toward Blake’s mom. The two Belladonnas looked at her for a brief second before Blake had to turn away to stifle a giggle, while Kali gave Yang a wide smile.

“Oh you are just as sweet as Blake mentioned dear,” she started before opening her arms out for a hug. “Please no need for formalities,” she continued, while Yang shot Blake a look, who nodded and then hugged Kali. “Ah it is nice to meet you too, Blake has been giving tidbits of your adventures.

“All yangtastic ones right?... Oh shades,” Yang’s face bloomed red in embarrassment at what she said. The feeling was not helped as Blake’s giggles turned into chuckles and Kali herself let out a laugh as she stepped back.

“And she was right about your humor,” Kali started grin still on her face as Yang tried to hide her face with her hands, “but now let us get seated, I can smell my husband finishing tonight’s dinner,” Kali finished and Yang soon also smelled the wonderful aromas that were wafting from the tent’s rear. No sooner than the three had taken their seats, Blake’s father Ghira Belladonna arrived carrying a massive skillet, still steaming with four sandfish and a bevy of herbs and spices that enthralled Yang’s nose. In a flash after Ghira had set down the skillet then two of the fish had moved from the skillet to the plates of Kali and Blake. The atmosphere soon became a homely one as the Belladonnas plied the two girls about their adventures, with the two partners easily focusing on the better parts of their time together. Yang had no idea how much time had passed and honestly was ready to keep talking till they all dropped asleep when a sudden cough cut through their discussions.

“Make it quick,” Ghira announced sitting straighter as one of the Menagerie Guards swiftly made their way over and whispered something in Ghira’s ear. It obviously wasn't the best of news as his lips went straight before he turned to Blake. “Dear can you go with him and help Ilia, there’s a slight scuffle between some of the recruits and our allies?” he asked and Yang instantly knew just what was about to happen. To be fair she too had left Blake with her dad, via a long bathroom break, but this seemed a bit much to her. A thought Blake seemed to agree with by how her eyes narrowed, but before she could Yang placed her hand over Blake’s.

“It will be fine, besides you know I’m best for ending fights not preventing them,” she quipped flashing her signature smile at her girlfriend. The tension in Blake eased away before she leaned in for another quick kiss and turned to face her parents and the guard.

“Lead the way please,” and with that, the two disappeared out of the tent and into the night.

“Hm perceptive she is,” Kali quipped as she leaned against her husband, who maintained his stoic expression. Yang knew that she needed to say something, proclaim her love and devotion to Blake, promise that she won’t hurt Blake ever. Yet just as she opened her mouth Ghira held up a hand.

“Please Ms. Xiao Long, before you pour out your heart for Blake please allow me to start,” he said as Yang could only nod, “Firstly thank you for defending her against…Adam.” Yang couldn’t blame the man for the hesitancy, even she and Blake were rarely able to say anything when those nightmares struck one of them.

“Sir that was something anyone of us would have done--”

“And yet I missed it,” Ghira interrupted her, “I let myself out of her life, which is why I must thank you again for letting Blake be herself again,”

“Uh wait what do you mean?” Yang asked not exactly sure what he meant by that, sure Blake had the issue she tended to close herself off, but it was still her…right?

“What my husband means is that around our daughter chooses that the person to be is herself,” Kali stated, “not a lieutenant, not a criminal, but her honest self, and it is so good to see her make that choice,”

“My wife is correct,” Ghira pushed “Blake with you has been the most we’ve seen her be true to herself, and we can not thank you enough,” Yang herself was shocked at the news, she honestly assume that Blake mostly just kept to herself before opening up to others. Hearing that Blake had apparently always had her barriers up and that she had helped let her be herself again was definitely a bit much.

“I…I don’t really have words for that,” She started as the two Belladonnas let loose a chuckle, “but other than your daughter has helped me to, given me the strength to live for her and others that are in my life,”

“Well then, let's get going before my daughter again decides the best response is to burn a house down,” Ghira stated as he stood up.

“And that is the best way to live,” Ghira stated his voice a bit melancholic, “too many have died for their loves these days,”

“Agreed,” Yang stated, and for a moment the three let the silence honor those they lost.

“Wait what did she do?” Yang asked now thoroughly confused.

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So small little thing I don't think I've ever explained

WHY MARON AND SANGRIA HAVE POINTY EARS

This really only applies to a rp server I'm in/people that have also decided this so no, it's obviously not canon to rwby(yall know this why am I saying this)

So this came from something a friend (Lester) came up with. Basicly, all magic users(Ozma, Ozcarnations, Salem, The Maidens) have pointy ears/fae like features. Maron and Sangria have them because their mother was a magic user. Maron himself can't use magic, but he still has the trait as it was passed down to him. Sangria on the other hand can use magic, but she's not very.. good at it, nor can she do alot of magic. THOUGH SHE DID SET PART OF MARON'S HAIR ON FIRE ONCE WHEN THEY WERE KIDS. SO.

anyways yeah silly guys

(LOOK AT ME GO! IM DOING WORLD BUILDING)

#rwby #rwby oc #ever after rwby #anyways stupid oc art #maron russet #sangria russet #greenlight volume 10 #Ozmas rants