#step mama arc

[howlingday]

I don't know if it was something me and buds thought of or something just funny but......

Step-Mama Raikou Au

Teams RWBY and JNPR we're in the forever fall forrest a small mission given to them as a test. During a spread out Jaune was seperated from the others and from there met a Ursa variant trying to fight off unfortunately got his sword disarmed and stuck into its hide. That was until a few arrows struck it in the eyes and familiar purple lighting slices the grimm in half.

"Jaune?" The young man flinched when he heard the words said behind him in a familiar voice. "Jaune, is that you?"

Jaune gulped, then slowly turned around. Of all the people in his life he expected to find at Beacon once more, his stepmother was not high on his list to expect. Finally meeting her lavender gaze, Jaune felt a lump in his throat grow bigger. She gave him a soft smile, as she brushed her hand against his cheek.

"My son." She cooed, pulling him into a hug. "It's been too long. Are you unharmed?"

"Mo-" Jaune cleared his throat, pushing away. "I mean, what are you doing here, Misses Raikou?"

"So formal." She rested her head in her hand. "You've grown into such a gentleman that you'd address your own mother by her name." Removing her cheek, she brought a finger under her eye, catching a tear that slipped away. "I can't tell whether to be proud of you or sad that you've grown up without me knowing."

"I..." Jaune shook his head. "I'm in the middle of a test, Misses Raikou! I need to get back to my team."

"Will you allow me to escort you, my son?"

Jaune looked to the Ursa his stepmother annihilated. This might have been the closest Jaune ever felt pity for a heartless monster driven by a lust for destruction of all things man-made. That said, Jaune knew that though his stepmother assisting would be a boon that ensured him finding the rest of his team would be the easiest thing possible, but it would also rob him the chance to prove to everyone, including himself that he had what it took to become a huntsman.

"No." He shook his head. "I have to do this on my own."

She smiled at him, then brought him close for another hug. This time, he accepted it, and hugged her back. At this, she squeezed a little tighter. They then let go, though who let go first would be up for debate at a later point, if ever.

"Go." She said. "Do your family proud."

Jaune nodded, then fled from where she stood. Behind her, a Grimm reared back to strike her. In a blink, everything around her had be sliced and destroyed with little more than a clack of her sword seating in it's sheath to prove that there was any movement at all. She then walked through the ashes of the foul Grimm, already spewing ash from it's lifeless form.

#rwby #fate series #fate/grand order #minamoto no raikou #type moon #jaune arc #step mama arc #step mama arc au #rwby au #my answers #my answer

[herequeerexitentialfear]

fuck it its lesbian week of visibility im dropping the Amelia lore. too many bisexuals* in Cela & co, time for Celias lesbian protégé to shine<3 so time for a ramble<3

[*Rametto is ace aro they just dated a boy for a few weeks to try [read: to rub it in Cecios face that he is chronically unable to get in a serious & honest romantic relationship] but the rest are bi/pan] anyway clarification over:

Amelia is one of the less doomed characters, mainly because shes 1. not part of the immediate family group [of her own volition] E.g. she never has her main residence be with Celia except for a few situations for a short amount of time where she he nowhere and 2. Shes part of the 'second generation' aka not Celia Tesoro, Conficcare or even Elenas cohort, so like Rametto, she gets the benefits of the older ones hard work as well as their protection as they grow into their own.

Her story is fairly simple, her mother is disabled due to a gang related attack, so she steps up to avenge her mother as well as make money to support them both. shes barely a teenager, but so angry at the world for her mother getting hurt that she starts hunting down local gang members to find out who did it and where to find them. she starts shaking down students at Rametto's school, leading to a fight where she breaks one of his year mates arms, getting her expelled from her current school. Rametto is curious at to why she was picking fights, especially given with Celia and Conficcares not so long ago rise to the district squad, people are looking to him as their future successor & leader of the younger members. Rametto tells her it wasnt any of them that hurt her mother, hoping to end the issue

but Amelia ends up joining Ramettos school, and thanks to her already existing reputation, she makes a name for herself as an excellent fighter and a smart one too. Her and Rametto are, to put it simply, rivals for the leadership of the students, and have their own followers and factions, but will join ranks when a threat appears from outside. they gain a lot of respect for each other, an open lesbian, and a glass closet case of gender nonconformity. she was traditionally strong and charismatic and he was manipulative and a chess master- they made very interesting enemies, but when united they were terrifying- and Celia noticed and not only fostered that competition, but also [with Tesoros help] carefully made them closer.

Celia became the adult Amelia could unload her worries to [when shes worried about burdening her mother], acting as an uncle of sorts, and Amelia remains one of the only people who Celia has talked about being a woman [or not] with, after Amelia eventually snaps at Celia about being a coward and not being herself, instead hiding behind masks and masculinity, and hiding from the misogyny she 'should' be receiving, but instead all of which gets placed on Amelia's shoulders.

[shoving my old tags here for an explanation for the implications of that argument: #idk why i havent really taled about her before#oh yea its her complicated relationship with Celia re: womanhood & the rejection of it#Amelia is not being transphobic? well thats not her intent. but Celia hiding something that Amelia gets plenty of shit for is important#i mean none of these characters even my beloved butch lesbian are meant to be paragons of virtue#but none of these fuckers are going to therapy ofc they be yelling at each other# and like i get it i feel shit that im genderqueer and yet just pretend to just be a man to be safer. #idk when i write that argument its gonna be uncomfortable but like. that why im writing these characters ]

like Rametto, she has a complicated relationship with Celia, and especially to do with what Celia has and has not chosen to do. still, because Amelia still has her mother who she can talk to, she fares a lot better than Rametto.

Eventually Rametto is forced to join Passione, and she is now the de facto leader after years of progressively friendlier competition. they are still best friends and rivals though, and they keep each other grounded, joking that they are blood brothers [despite neither being men]

if its not already clear, she a parallel to Elena [a openly girl leading] as well as a contrast to Celia who had to hide her own genderfuckery, where Amelia is openly a butch lesbian. but still, she can be so, in large part to Celia hiding her own identity. her & Ramettos friendship is so fun, both bitchy petty and extremely meaningful for the both of them [ALSO her mother survived and so she has a lifeline & family outside of the violent life, even as she needs to enter it- just like how Celia would have never fallen so deep if not for her mothers death. which is why Celia is seen by her as an uncle of sorts, whereas Rametto has said your not my father one to many times for him to not see her as one]

#gold & silver #amelia #i love her<333 #need to talk about her more #the shenanigans her & Rametto get into are infinite #and i didnt talk about it. but she has an arc about coming to terms with her greif for how her mother was injured and also realizing its no #the end of the world for her mother. she can live life even when mostly wheelchair bound and just because Amelia has to step up #doesnt mean she cant lean on her mother. they just have to relearn a lot of things #and she realizes for the better that strength doesn't mean everything #despite what shes learned from it being the only thing that people respect from her #shes a total mamas girl<3

[whereflowerswenttodie]

prologue.

houses without fathers seldom count for happy endings

[ft. gojo satoru] [angst]

you are both six when you meet satoru, megumi is six when he brings the boy and his sister to you for the first time, and it’s 6:00 pm on a mundane evening when satoru says goodbye to you.

content warning: child abuse, female reader, abandonment, implied infidelity (for minor characters), fear of commitment, religious themes, deaths, heavy angst, gojo being a huge idiot.

spoilers: jjk vol. 0 & gojo’s past arc.

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You write your poems in red ink, you have always used red ink, and he asks you why red every-time you ask him to buy you access ink on his way back home before he steps out in the morning to go to work.

You smile and tell him just because.

Red looks pretty, you think. Red is also the color of the blood that flows in your veins. You like red.

You and Gojo Satoru share a routine like you share your bed, neither of you has ever agreed to it, but living together came to you as naturally as light through stained glass; the different shades made it look more beautiful than it was. You are both products of your own failures, and of those who came before you. You think in another world you and Satoru could have made for more than a routine — a balanced morning and another balanced night — in another life Satoru would bring home red roses, not red ink like you ask of him. You wonder if you’d write your poems with love in some other life. And you think a lot, and wish for much more.

You know, you daydream by the window of his room; you find home in his sky-high apartment more than in your own. You suppose you must be in love, but you don’t know what love is supposed to feel like because nobody has loved you before. He tells you he loves you most nights. Some nights he is not home. Some nights, there is a faint, putrid scent of blood on his otherwise white shirt that gets red patches on it. He tells you not to worry about it, but you think you know better because most nights your mother fretted by the old coffee-stained couch in your living room while you cried in your bed. But you nod to him because he is not yours; you don’t think he owes you his truths when he lies to you. But in every universe, you will always want Gojo Satoru to come home safe and sound.

When he comes home, you watch him cook dinner as you cut vegetables and set the plates, he cleans the table and you do the dishes. You both fall asleep in the same bed, and wake up in each other’s arms, and it’s beautiful he tells you. He says he likes lying beside you; it reminds him of better days, and you believe him because you have always had him. You lay in his lap at seven, he slept in your bed at fourteen. The routine has been constant, even when he wasn’t with you; the ghost of his promises haunted you at seventeen.

You have known each other since you were six. Six is a fickle age, you know? Mama calls what you have with him fickle too, but you sing songs of him every time she holds you when he hurts you, and you don’t feel the blood that gushes out of your wounds.

Blood that should be red like the ink you use to pen down your poetry.

You write about broken people, like yourself and Satoru, even more so on hot summer days like today. You’re both fighting again. You don’t remember who started it, you think you were angry first and then Satoru threw a tantrum.

“You cannot understand the plight of a jujutsu sorcerer,” he’d screamed at you, partly out of frustration, mostly fueled by unresolved emotions. Tsumiki had to intervene and pull the two of you apart. Both of you breathing hard through rage and exhaustion alike as your other kid stood by, silent as he observed the two of you. You wonder if loving Gojo Satoru was always meant to be an endless cycle of blazing passion and icy detachment. You can only hope for a middle ground amongst the tumultuous pattern of your relationship.

“I’m sorry,” the words escape you in a mere whisper as you glance at Tsumiki halting your car at the red light, the last one before their school. Within that soft utterance, you yearn for her to discern the weight of shame and the sting of embarrassment that accompany your apology. You always tell Satoru that decency is the least you owe to these siblings who’d already witnessed another set of parents walk out of their lives.

“We are fine, don’t worry about us!” Her voice, a cheerful melody that always seems to uplift even the darkest moments, fills the car. You turn to look at Megumi, sitting in the back seat, silent as he always is. As the light turns green, you focus back on the road, guiding the car towards the school.

“Take care, finish your lunch, and Megumi,” you turn to look at the boy, “no fighting please.”

Pausing momentarily, you search for words that convey both authority and understanding in order to reprimand him for adhering to impromptu decisions of your white-haired friend without informing you.

“Next time, call me,” you finally instruct, sternly, but with a touch of gentleness, and you know he will.

As you continue your journey back to your home, you can’t help but feel grateful for this life. With its lack of stability and foundation, you still find this little life that you’ve built with them beautiful, this is the happiest you’ve ever felt. And you would never trade it for anything else, except for maybe the desires of Satoru. The beautiful, the strongest Satoru.

“Message from Satoru,” Siri speaks through your radio, “We are going out for Mochi, no kids.” And you know it’s an olive branch, the only one he knows how to extend. Because Gojo Satoru is an enigma too. One that you have learned and accepted. Integrated as an intrinsic part of yourself. Much like your routine, he too has become habitual and you cherish him.

He is beautiful like red ink on paper, you think he is even prettier than the moon, and so, so far away like the moon. You can see him like the moon. You can’t hold the moon, so you hold him and call him your moonlight.

Gojo Satoru calls you his north star, but he has not gone home in six years.

i’m so nervous about this, oh my gosh, also thanks to @nanamis-baker and @hayakawalove for having a sneak peak and helping me out with this!

divider credits: @/benkeibear, @/saradika-graphics.

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[dixons-sunshine]

hi I just wanted to start with I really love your writing its just so good. I do have a request and if your not interested its okay it is angst but with a possible happy ending.

so its a daryl x reader where before the apocalypse r and daryl were together and they ended things right before everything went to shit and then when the group gets to Alexandria r is there and she has kid/s (maybe twins?? boy and girl??) so turns out r found out she was pregnant right when everything started happening so daryl didn't know and idk he like puts two and two together yk? and if you're okay with it can she be hispanic/ latin (maybe that can be one of the reasons they broke up bc yk merl is an ass to POC)

anyways sorry if that was a lot or didn't make sense

anyways have a good day/night much love <3

Two Plus Two Makes Four | Daryl Dixon x Hispanic!Fem!Reader

Summary: A week before the apocalypse, Daryl was forced to break up with you by Merle, leaving you heartbroken, but not alone—soon after he left, you found out you were pregnant. Now, two years later, you come face to face again with the man that broke your heart, and he finds out something shocking.

Genre: Angst, some fluff towards the end.

Era: Alexandria, pre Saviour arc.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth.

Word count: 1.3k

A/n: Sorry this took so long to finish. I hope this is good enough to make up for the wait! Please note that I used Google translate for this, so the translations may be incorrect or awkward! Feel free to correct me if you spot any mistakes! (Translations will be at the bottom.)

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“Kids?! Ya were pregnant and ya didn't fuckin' tell me?!” Daryl bellowed angrily, grabbing your arm to halt you from walking away from him.

You ripped your hand from his grip. “¡No me toques!” You spun around, furiously pointing a finger in your ex boyfriend's direction. “Don't you even dare put this on me, Dixon! You left. You walked out because you cared more about your brother's opinion than you did me! I'm sorry I wasn't gonna baby trap a man who didn't wanna be with me!”

“I deserved to know! I missed two years of their lives 'cause ya didn't tell me! I could of been there fer 'em, for ya, but ya chose to keep it from me!” Daryl exclaimed angrily, following you as you walked into your kitchen. “How could ya keep tha' from me?!”

“You chose to run to your brother the first chance you got! Four years down the drain in an instant for that racist asshole. I didn't owe you anything after that, maldito idiota!”

Daryl stopped in his tracks, instantly regretting starting up this particular argument. You spoke nothing but the truth. You didn't owe him anything. After all, it was him who walked out on you. He chose to let Merle's judgement get to him and influence his relationship. Hell, if it weren't for Merle, he would have proposed to you. He already had a ring picked out and everything back then, but he let Merle ruin everything. It was his own stupidity that cost him two years of his children's lives.

“Mama?”

At the sound of a small, timid voice coming from behind you, both you and Daryl turned and came face to face with your kids, your two year old twins. Your son, Luka, was nervously looking up at you and Daryl while your daughter, Camilla, was standing behind him, holding his hand.

Daryl was struck by the similarities both children shared with him. They both had his eyes, and his hair colour. They were spitting images of him. There was no doubt in his mind that these two children were his. He wasn't blind. He could see they were.

“Everything's fine, amores. I'm just having a conversation with Mr Dixon.”

Camilla stepped forward, her eyes lighting up with wonder. She looked up at Daryl, a smile spreading across her chubby cheeks. “Dixon?” she asked, pointing up at him. “Papa?”

Daryl was surprised. He looked up at you in confusion, silently asking for an explanation. You sent him a strained smile, forcing a relaxed look in front of your children.

“I always talk about you. They deserve to know who their father is. Well, who he was before he left me,” you explained, looking back down at Camilla and Luka.

“Papa?” Luka asked as he stepped forward, his blue eyes that reflected Daryl's sparkling with wonder. “Our papa?”

Daryl looked at you for permission, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. You nodded, silently giving him permission. He was their dad, after all, and he had just as much right to have a relationship with them as you, even if he did leave you. However, that was between him and you, and your children didn't deserve to be denied a relationship with their dad because of it.

The archer bent down, looking between Luka and Camilla as they stared at him in wonder. “Yeah, m'yer papa. M'sorry I wasn't here before, but m'here now. I ain't goin' nowhere.”

Daryl wasn't sure how much of his speech they understood, if they understood anything at all, but it didn't matter. The speech was mainly meant for you. It was to let you know that he wanted to be a part of their lives, and there was just about nothing that could stop him from that.

Camilla and Luka, as if having some sort of twin power, both simultaneously rushed forward and into his arms. Daryl wasted no time in hugging them back, somehow managing to pick them both up and rest them comfortably in his arms. It was relatively late, nearly eight at night and well past their bed times, so they rested their heads on his shoulders, making Daryl's heart swell with fondness. They didn't even know him, only having heard of him through the stories you told them, but they already trusted him. And even though he just found out he had kids, he would kill for them.

“We need to talk, sunshine. This ain't somethin' we can just sweep under the rug,” he told you, allowing you to take Luka from his arms to lighten the load. He adjusted his hold on Camilla, letting out a fond chuckle when he heard her yawn and nuzzle her face deeper into his shoulder.

You let out a sigh and nodded. “I know. But let's get these dormilones to bed first.”

Approximately half an hour later, the twins were tucked into bed and asleep. You and Daryl were back in the kitchen, both having a glass of wine in your hands—liquid courage for the conversation you were about to have.

“M'sorry fer leavin' ya,” Daryl broke the silence first, nervously sloshing the liquid around in his glass. “I dun' even know why I did. Merle's opinions should've never influenced our relationship. I loved ya. I still do. I regret leavin' ya more than anythin' else in my life.”

You inhaled deeply, willing the tears away. For two years you had wanted an explanation, and now you were finally getting one. However, hearing him admit that he still loved you, that you weren't stupid for still loving the man who broke your heart, was both relieving and hurtful.

“You hurt me, Daryl,” you whispered, feeling a lump form in your throat. “I get that Merle was your brother, but you should've never let him influence you like that. I had to go through everything alone. Do you know how hard it was being pregnant and fighting for my life against the dead out there? Do you know how terrified I was? I was lucky enough to find Alexandria a couple of days before I gave birth. If I didn't, I would've given birth out there with the walkers. I probably would've died. Camilla and Luka too.”

Daryl felt the guilt gnawing at his insides. He really hated himself at that moment. “M'sorry, sweetheart. I really fuckin' am. I promise I won't leave again. I dun' expect you to give me a second chance. God knows I dun' deserve it, but I promise I'll be here fer ya and the lil ones. I ain't ever gon' let ya down again, I promise.”

You gave him a small smile, reaching over to take his hand in yours. You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles, something you always did whenever the two of you had a serious talk. “Give me some time, Daryl. I still love you, but I need some time to adjust to the idea of 'us' again. It's been just me and the twins for two years. As far as I knew before today, I thought I wouldn't see you ever again. Just focus on the kids for now, okay? They deserve to know their daddy.”

Daryl's lips twitched up into a smile, and he nodded. “I'll wait as long as ya need me to. I ain't ever gon' let anyone influence us ever again, I can assure ya of tha'. And I ain't ever gon' leave ya to raise 'em alone, never.”

➳༻❀✿❀༺➳

¡No me toques!: Don't touch me!

Translations (May be incorrect! Please feel free to correct me if they are!):

maldito idiota!: fucking idiot!

amores: loves.

dormilones: sleepyheads.

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[pixeechix21]

The Ritual

Reader x Slytherin boys (Matteo and Theo)

Summary: When the ritual begins, the dark gives light to desires that need to be satisfied. You are a Slytherin and there’s the initiation for Last Year students. Pansy begs you to go, but what makes you agree is because, the Slytherin boys were betting you wouldn’t because you're a goody two shoes. When you arrive at the bonfire in the Forbidden Forest you're teased by Matteo and Theo.

TW: where do I start??? degradation kink, praise kink, primal, threesome, rough, M/M/F, blood, fighting, oral, p in v, fear kink, being chased, almost suggestion of rape (didn’t happen phew), trapping(idk wt it means necessarily but like it makes sense), teasing

WC:2.8K ish

Heading towards the dungeons you were ready to take off your tie and huddle up, hidden away from them. Entering the high vaulted main room, you search for them making sure you're safe. Pansy shrieks excitedly as soon as you take a step further. She runs up and hugs, “bitch where the fuck have you been!” she takes hold of you and steers you to the large leather couches situated in an arc, full of giggling girls. “Hey, y/n,” a couple smile and continue gossiping in whispering voices. You let yourself curl up between Pansy and Oliva. 

“Yeah, Snape wanted me after class to talk about extra work,” you explain, trying to play it cool and that you definitely weren’t getting some from Gryffindor. 

“Boo! You overachiever,” Pansy teases. “So you going?” She looks eagerly. It takes you a moment to realize what she was asking.

“Ehhhhh-”

“For the love of god, you better be,” she threatens.

“But I have to study and honestly I don’t want to be out there freezing my ass off,” you complain. You wanted to go but you really did have work you hadn’t done any of the assignments for tomorrow.

“You won’t be freezing your ass off if someone’s grabbing it. Pleeease,” she grabs your arms giving you faux puppy dog eyes. “We can even leave. After midnight,” she negotiates. You’re unsure, you’re low key excited about the Ritual, but… your brain tries to reason.

“Yeah pleeease, I know someone that’d want to get some,” Matteo's voice mocks from behind us. Aw shit, the Heirs. 

“Shut up Matteo, go find a fourth year to play with,” you retaliate facing the group of boys. Each tall and darkly handsome each in their own right. 

"Aww don't say that you know i prefer third years," he mockingly puts a hand to his heart in hurting. "I was merely offering an option."

"Ew Matteo," you, Pansy and Liv say in unison, rolling your eyes. "Anyways she would go for a dick like you, she's got Simon from Ravenclaw to help" she points out completely forgetting that that was said in confidence and that he broke it off to pursue "true love" or some shit. 

"We all know Simon couldn't please you," Tom chirps in walking along, already bored of this child's play. You roll your eyes and face forward ignoring their laughs echoing down from the boy's dorms. 

"He's not wrong he has that rat out of a sewer vibe," Liv agrees watching as your face screws up in a smile as you agree. 

"I'll go," you finally say.

"Yes bitch!" Pansy squeals again, jumping up and running to your room. 

The ritual is a customary initiation for final year Slytherins. All the staff know about it but they don't have enough energy to deal with stopping it from happening. It happens on the last weekend of autumn term, where everyone drinks endlessly and there's always a game involved. Hunt or be hunted; separate the mundane from the ambitious. 

As soon as Snape is reported to be tucked away in his master room, the students slowly scuttle out of the dungeons like mice, out to the dark forest. 

Pansy is readjusting her tits to be pushed out further, you shake your head giggling. "Shut up you're blessed with amazing tits," she dismisses you pulling down your shirt to stop you from hiding yourself. "Show what your mama gave you babies." The cold encircles your body and the full moon lights the path into the forest. In the middle behind a tangle of trees there's a small clearing in the middle a large bonfire burns. You see a page flutter up in the flames, probably used old books instead of fire, you think. You're nervous, unsure of the darkness and the rowdy teens drinking. Pansy spotted her boy toy and she left the bottle in hand. You walk around talking to others, slowly warming up as the fire burns brighter. Then just as everyone settled down, there was a shouting announcing, “everyone shut the fuck up!” On top of a newly fallen tree stood Draco. 

“As you all know tonight is the sacred night of the Ritual!” Everyone lifts their drinks shouting in excitement. “Alright alright, tonight’s special game is Tag, boys versus girls, as we are gentlemen we’ll let the ladies have a head start.” He goes on mischievously. “The Forbidden Forest is filled with monstrous creatures, but don’t lose sight of the real dangers. Us.” There’s geering all around. You search for Pansy but she’s nowhere to be seen. Don’t be a pussy, a small voice tells you. Inhaling deeply you accept the consequences whatever they will be. It’s a game, and you’re the chestmaster you got this, you hype yourself out. 

“We’ll start in 10 minutes,” Tom shouts. Everyone spreads out, you head out to search for a route. “The winners will be given the honorary title of King and Queen of Slytherine, and will be placed as head girl and boy of Slytherine house.”

“You warmed up?” Matteo cuts you off, eyeing you up and down. “I can give you a hand. Get you ready,” he steps closer. You instinctively step back. 

“Where you off to little bunny, we haven’t said go,” Theo breathes out smoke. The pungent smoke fills your lungs as you suck in your breath. He’s directly behind you, sandwiching you in.

“Go fuck yourself,” you say snarkily. Your chest rising up and down, tits rising and falling out of your small shirt. Matteo’s dead eyes look down to your chest, and smiles slightly, running his tongue over his teeth. Like a wolf ready to eat. 

“Trust me, I’d rather you do it,” he says slowly, inching closer. Theo chuckles as you step back again, this time his large hands take hold of your waist to steady you. A small hum of agreement comes from him. 

“I’d fuck your dad before you,” you spit out glaring up at Matteo. Challenging him further.

“Ha! I never thought power would be what gets you hot and heavy y/n,” he teases.

You’ve had enough, there’s too much adrenaline and alcohol running through your body to the point you’ve lost all reasonability, because suddenly you’re getting extremely hot. There’s a stirring down between your legs as he grabs your chin so that you look up at him. Feeling both of their hands holding you there, you feel trapped, encircled and being toyed with. 

Draco is counting down to zero and you’re starting to anticipate your escape. “Be careful little bunny,” Matteo starts.

“Wouldn’t want a big bad wolf to catch you,” Theo finishes, flicking his cigarette away. As Draco shouts zero, they both step aside, a devilish smirk plastered on their faces. They watch you intently as you start to walk away backwards then you turn around and bolt it.

There’s screams and giggles of girls as we make our way through the dark forest. I don’t even want to be the head girl you think regretting coming, the comfortable thought of your books and studies sounds like a much better option. You’ve slowed your running shouting and giggles only  distant echoes now. “Run run, bunny,” a voice says. You stop spinning around trying to gauge where the voice came from. The silence chills you to your bones, and you go into a sprint again. There’s laughing all around. You want to barf from the heavy breathing and alcohol. You check behind you, “GOT YOU!” Caleb James shouts, scaring the living shit out of you as he jumps out and takes hold of you. “Look who it is, the slytherin heirs’ slut,” he jeers, his breath stinks as he talks closely to your face, you turn your head in disgust. “Bet you’ll open your legs for me,” he starts to manhandle you and you scream for help. Your wand had fallen to the floor when he caught you. “Shut up slut,” he shakes you vigorously. There’s a snap of a twig in the dark. He stops his movements. You try to break free. Two dark figures step out of the shadows, their black clothes like camouflage. You never thought you’d be happy to see them. One of them advances upon you guys, he raises his fist and punches Caleb. A splatter of blood falls on your face, you step back watching them. Matteo dodges a swing and gets him in the ribs. Theo goes from behind and holds Caleb in a lock, “don’t you ever fucking try that you mud blood,” Matteo growls as he lands punches mercilessly. “Let him go he’s mine,” Theo steps back and Matteo tackles him to the floor.

Caleb gets Matteo breaking blood, a small stream coursing on his face. “Stop! Teo stop you’re going to kill him!” You yell. “Stop him Theo!” You jerk your head to Theo who’s watching happily taking a drag from his cigarette. 

“No this is all him,” he chuckles. Matteo’s knuckles are covered in blood and the boy isn’t responding any more. Face swollen and already purpling. After a second of two, Theo pushes off the tree, “alright I’m bored. Get off Matteo,” Matteo grabs Caleb's shirt and pulls him close, he says something that you can’t hear and then pushes him down.

He looks up at you as he gets up. “You okay?” He says quietly. His breath is erratic, a wild excited look fills his dark eyes. “You didn’t have to do that,” you start.

“A thank you would be polite,” he says sarcastically, approaching you. You can smell the blood and mint and he exhales from his mouth. Without you realizing your hand goes up and swipes his split lip, wiping some blood away. Suddenly he stops you by your wrist mid air. He takes you in close. He towers over you, “thank you,” you whisper. You’re released and snap out of the trance. Theo offers his blunt, taking it you relax as the smoke cradles you. “You caught me,” you laugh, not sure how to process those brief seconds you were scared for your life. 

“What’s the prize?” Theo teases, raising an eyebrow. 

“Come here and I’ll give it to you,” you joke. Well you thought you were joking until his shadow blocks the light of the moon and his black eyes gleam cravingly. You pull his head down, he opens his mouth slightly. You kiss him. His hands wrap around you and his tongue dominates your mouth. Ravaging your lips. Wanting to play with them like they did you, you break apart he looks disappointed at this. You put the blunt to your lips and breathe, exhaling as you eye Matteo who’s looking jealous at the scene in front of him. “And you,” you direct at him. Already your panties are wet with the idea of having them both. At the same time. 

Pansy would laugh her ass off, you think humorously. 

He comes to you with his hands snaking to your ass as he pulls you in close. He licks his lips, his eyes hooded heavily in lust. His kiss was determined. He wanted to show you. Force you to see that he’s the one you need. Behind you you feel Theo press himself into your ass, already growing harder you feel his dick on your back making you gulp. Reaching for him you pull his face into your neck, obediently he places hurtful kisses and bites up and down it. Matteo’s hot body firmly pushes you to Theo. Matteo’s hand needs your tits, as Theo’s moves down in front to your panties, his cold hands play between your wetness. You moan as you're over-stimulated. Turning your face to take Theo’s lips and bite. A clash of teeth and tongue. “You’re so wet for us bunny,” he moans. Matteo distances himself and looks at you both. Staring. He gets turned on at the idea of you entangled in his best friend's hands. He envisions himself giving you unbearable pleasure. How it’s hard to restrain himself and take you all for himself. “Take it off. Now.” He crosses his arms glaring at you as you make eye contact with him. Theo breaks away. First your pants fall to the floor. Your nipple hardens evermore at the chill and pure neediness. “More,” Theo presses. Lifting your shirt over your head that joins your pants on the floor. Tantalizingly you undo your bra. Then look through your lashes as you take off your pink panties.

They inhale at the sight of your beautiful naked body, both of them on the edge of tearing you apart. Your skin buzzes excitedly as you get on your knees in front of them. Your mouth starts salivating at the thought of having them both. “Want us both?” Matteo provokes. You nod your head, your hands eager to undo their belts. 

“Greedy little bitch,” Theo takes your hair and pulls it harshly. Your clit is crying to be touched, throbbing painfully. You can’t take it anymore. An unspoken agreement went between the boys, Matteo took you and Theo stood and watched. You have no time to react as you're thrown down, you hear the jingle and zipper coming undone. His hand palms your ass bruising it, you feel him slide his large tip up and down your slit, pushing in slightly then pulling out. Sexual frustration builds in you so much that you press your ass to him. “Needy little whore,” he chuckles as he thrusts himself in. Your back arches as he unfurls his hatred for you. There is no gentleness in his thrusts, none. He takes his hand to your front and starts edging you to your orgasm. Circling fast then slowly, taking you almost to the top then lets you settle down. Over and over he plays these cruel games. Theo eyes flare up as you look at him, eyes half open as if drugged by the sex, mouth open, you pant and moan. 

“You sound so pretty,” he crouches down, clearing a loose strand of hair, tucking it delicately behind your ear. He kisses you then stands up taking off his belt. “Take this Matteo, give her a lesson or two about power,” he hands his belt to Teo. He releases his grip from you and snaps the belt. The loud snap echoes in the dark.

 The Ritual so sexual and forbidden, it inspires even the most demonic of creatures. 

Matteo lets the belt hit you once, twice, three times each time, stinging more than before. You’re going to hate sitting down tomorrow. Theo comes back into your sight, his hard cock begging to be released. 

“Open wide bunny,” Matteo commands, setting down the belt and going back to circling your clit feverishly. As you come opening your mouth to let out sounds of pleasure Theo thrusts his dick into your mouth. His hands steady your head as he face fucks you, “fuck you’re better than I’d ever imagined,” you see sweat build on his forehead. “Look at you, such a beautiful little whore,” he wipes the strands of hair that are plastered to your face. 

“Fuck- God y/n you feel like heaven,” Matteo brakes out, as his own fucking doesn’t slow. You're so full that you start to feel another build up, it’s too much. It’s just enough. It’s not enough. Delirium comes over you as you cunt throbs, and you can breathe. The boys’ moaning and animalistic fucking sounds like a symphony to you. You cry out as you come again losing all control of your body. Theo finishes and wipes his come from your lips and you lick them clean as told so. Matteo’s nails mark you as he finishes ruthlessly. 

All three of you are a mess. Theo offers you a hand to stand up as Matteo helps you dress, picking out leaves from your clothes. Both treating you like a queen. You are lost, and they guide you back. “We found her! The Queen of Slytherin!” Theo takes your hand and bows. You are absolutely bamboozled at the fact that there were students playing tag and that they’re all cheering not knowing what just happened. Pansy yelled happily and you just nodded, thanking people as you passed by and headed to bed.

Because God knows the pain you’ll be in tomorrow.

#slytherin #slytherin boys #matteo riddle #fem!reader #smut #hunted #hogwarts houses #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #theodore nott #x reader #draco malfoy #temptation #so hot 🔥🔥🔥 #degrading k1nk #praise

[our-happygirl500-fan]

The Raph & Casey friendship is a classic dynamic within the many iterations of TMNT but unfortunately due to Rise not getting a season 3 we never got to see the Rise Raph & Casey dynamic after Foot Recruit was revealed to be the Rise version of Casey Jones in the final episode of season 2.

However the small interactions that Raph & Casey do have in Rise gives some insight to what their friendship might have looked like

Raph: Come on!

There are a few times where Raph faces Casey as an enemy back when Casey was still part of the Foot Clan but the one on one interactions that Casey & Raph have even as enemies are kind of fun as they seem to bring out the sillier sides of each other.

In the episode Insane in the Mama Train when Raph & Casey face off against each other they both try to get the other to make the first move which leads to them both flapping their hands at each other for a few minutes.

Eventually Raph decides to get back to the mission but the fact a few minutes alone with Casey made Raph slightly break out of the ‘serious Hamato mind set’ that the Turtles were in during the episode & the fact that Casey looks like she’s having fun trying to goad Raph into making the first move, shows that Raph & Casey bring out the less serious sides of each other.

Raph: Get away from me!

The trend of Raph & Casey bringing out each others less serious sides isn’t just found in one episode, in the episode How to Make Enemies and Bend People to Your Will, Raph & Casey also have a silly moment where Casey gets covered in the juice of a corpse flower & chases Raph around in circles 

Raph: I only do that because you guys are irresponsible 

Even though all the Rise Turtles get chances to be silly & act like the teenagers that they are, Raph often has to be the responsible on of the group due to being the oldest of the brothers & the fact that he was the leader for most of the series. 

The fact that Casey seems to bring out Raph’s less serious side even during serious moments despite being an enemy means that now that Casey is a friend of the Hamato clan, the intended Raph & Casey friendship that we might have seen in Rise could have been Casey giving Raph more opportunity to relax & have fun for himself.

The fact that Leo has stepped up as a leader & is taking some of the burden of leadership that Raph had to carry for most of the series also seems to encourage the idea, that Raph might have had a character arc in season 3 where he learned how to have more fun for himself without having to worry about being responsible for his brothers all the time & Casey who seems to bring out Raph’s sillier side might have become a friend that Raph was comfortable having fun & goofing off with.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #raphael hamato #casey jones #cassandra jones #rottmnt #tmnt

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Jaune: Hey Pyrrha! I've got great news!

Pyrrha: What is it Jaune?

Jaune: My Parents just got Married!

Pyrrha: ... Huh?

Jaune: Oh, Well, My parents have been looking for a third member to their 'Deal' and they finally found someone!

Pyrrha: Oh that's wonderful! Good for them!

Jaune: And- you're not gonna believe this- They've added the name Nikos!

Pyrrha: What?

Jaune: We're Step Siblings! *Hugging Pyrrha* I'm a bit bummed I'm still the only guy, but you're one of the first choices I'd have if I got to add anyone else to my family!

Pyrrha: That's Wonderful, Jaune. Thank you. I need to call my mother.

~~~~

Pyrrha: Mama! WHY!?!

Athena Nikos: You gushed about that boy so much, I just had to meet the rest of his family! And since you were taking so damn long, I decided to not lose my chance at an Arc! I managed to get two in less time than it took you to get one!

Pyrrha: You are going to get an annulment.

Athena: Dear, do you remember what I often told you? one of the biggest lesson's in your training?

Athena: "He (Or she in this case) Who hesitates has l-"

Pyrrha: *Breaking her home's door down, Raising Milo and Akouo* Divorce.

Athena: Hmm. *Raising a Tower Shield and Gladius* Perhaps I need to teach you some discipline, My Dear.

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #mama nikos #athena nikos #rwby shitpost

[mncxbe]

Kintsugi

Part 2 .... Part 1

𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂, 𝑲𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒂, 𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡/ light angst??/ Fedya's redemption arc

// little warning for toxic relationships

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𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂

doesn't understand at first why you're so emotional when he brings you little gifts or asks for your opinion/ consent all the time; but he doesn't ask about it

he only decides to press the matter when he notices you're kinda wary around him, especially after he had a rough day at work and isn't in the best mood

and oh mama

when you tell him your exes would take their anger out on you (doesn't have to be physical abuse, even if they just yelled or so) he is so distraught

he's like name and address please; he wants to go after those guys

but after you reassure him that it's all good now, he promises he'd never harm you in any way

'Why is she acting like this?' he asked himself for the nth time that evening. Arm resting on the side of his couch, his piercing gaze followed your every move; in the background the TV rolled a generic movie, the high pitched voices of the actors going right past him.

You were in the kitchen, occupying your time with meaningless activities: scrubbing the counters, cleaning the dishes, polishing the cutlery, refolding the towels to make sure they weren't getting crumpled.

But why? Why weren't you spending time with him?

Your boyfriend had a terrible day at work and all he wanted was to spend the rest of the day with you. But the second he stepped into your shared apartment and uttered a healf-hearted 'Hello love' you turned your back to him and did everything in your power to avoid him.

At first he thought you were simply busy, but three hours have passed since he returned home and you were still haphazardly moving around the apartment.

"Hey, Y/N. Can we talk for a bit?" he asked eventually.

Akutagawa watched you place the wet sponge on the edge of the sink and make your way to his side, still avoiding eye contact.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes" you said briefly, fixating a spot on the carpet.

Your boyfriend only huffed in response, hooking a finger under your chin to make you look at him.

"Look, Y/N. I'm not sure what's going on but if I upset you in any way please let me know."

The tinge of sadness in his voice caused you to sigh, your eyebrow knitting in frustration.

"No, Ryuu. You didn't do anything wrong. I just noticed you weren't in the best mood and assumed you wanted some time alone, that's all."

Your boyfriend was baffled, at a loss of words. "Why would you just assume that?" he pressed, eyes narrowing.

"I... I guess it's a bad habit I picked up from my past relationships. Sorry, it was silly of me. I should've asked what you wanted me to do." you said with a smile.

But Akutagawa wasn't happy with your answer. He had noticed this recurring behaviour and wanted to know more, so you told him everything: how your last partners would yell at you whenever they had a bad day and how you learned to just mind your own business in moments like that.

"Did they ever hit you?" he eventually asked and you could see the shadow of relief in his eyes when you shook your head.

"No, it wasn't anything bad. Don't worry."

Your boyfriend nodded, his lips curling in a gentle smile. "At least that"

His slender fingers let go of your chin and took your hand in his, pressing his lips to your knuckles; causing a pink hue to rise to your cheeks.

"I hope you know I'd never lash out on you, no matter how shitty my day is. My work and our relationship and two different things and I won't let one influence the other, ok?" he said in a gentle voice, earning a smile from you.

"Thank you love. And sorry for ignoring you all day. You don't even know what it took for me not to hug you"

With that your arms wrapped around his neck and he leaned back, propping himself up against the edge of the couch. You cuddled against his chest, body flush against his as his arms came to rest loosely on your hips. He breathed in and chuckled when he noted the fresh smell of cleaning supplies on your skin.

"Don't worry your pretty head about it. I'm not mad at you. Plus, the kitchen it spotless now so I have nothing to comment."

His remark caused a mirthful laughed to roll off your lips and he smiled again, placing a kiss to the crown of your head. Now, with you by his side, Akutagawa could finally relax.

𝑲𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒂

he's so oblivious omg

doesn't really think your reactions to his kind gestures are out of place; but he does wonder why you're so impressed all the time

he strongly believes that you deserve to be treated like the queen you are so ofc he does just that

at some point he asks you about past relationships; just because he's curious

but when you tell him that your exes were all a bunch of assholes who've never treated you well he's so sad

I see him almost crying because he loves you so much

you're the one who ends up reassuring him that he's a great boyfriend and that you're happy with him djjdjdj

"Love, are you ok?" you asked in a worried tone as you watched your boyfriend lean forward, head resting in the palms of his calloused hands.

Kunikida's mind could not comprehend what you just told him. It all started with a harmless conversation about your past relationships; he was simply curious and wanted to know what they were like. But he certainly didn't expect you to tell him something like this.

At a loss of words, your boyfriend's gaze fixates his shoelaces, counting the number of times they looped in and out of the eyelets.

One...two...three...four...

He just couldn't believe it: how could anyone treat someone like you so harshly? so badly? How could anyone raise their hand at you or deny you things or raise their voice at you? It was beyond comprehension.

Kunikida thought of all the things you went though, all the toxic relationships you had to endure and felt tears pooling at the corner of his eyes; a burning sensation grazing at the back of his throat.

"Love?" you asked again, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

Your boyfriend straightened his back and arranged his glasses. "Yes, I'm alright. Sorry for that."

But the slight quiver of his voice didn't escape you, your lips curling in a sad smile.

"Oof Kunikida baby please don't be mad over this. I'm okay now."

Taking off his square-framed glasses you cupped his cheeks, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Don't bother with those guys. What matters is that you treat me well and make me happy. Never doubt that" you reassured him.

Your boyfriend smiled softly, glossy eyes finally rising to meet yours.

"You sure you're happy, right? I mean if there's anything I'm doing wrong please let me know and-"

"No, no. Shush." you cut him off "You're amazing Kuni. You're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for and I'm truly so grateful for you."

Your gentle words got to him this time and he sighed, feeling the knot that formed in his chest slowly untangle.

"I'm glad then, sweetie" he added, kissing you briefly on the lips. "I'll keep giving you my best, I promise. I'm never gonna give up on us."

"Oh I know darling but don't worry" you said sweetly, leaning closer to kiss him again "You're already perfect"

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓

I don't think he's surprised to find out you've been in toxic relationships; he knows how cruel people are at heart

still feels bad you had to go through toxic relationships

insists you tell him everything that bothered you about your exes and damn he realizes that he himself has many of those toxic traits👀

ofc he's not toxic to you but overall? he gaslights, manipulates and lies like it's his second nature so... yea. this discovery kinda hits hard

he does however try his best to be a better man for you, because he knows you deserve the best and he'll give you just that

Cold sweeps of rain poured down the tinted glass windows as you and your partner quietly sipped on a glass of red wine. It was a rare occurance to see Fyodor drink - he considered drinking to be immoral, a mere vice for lowly humans- but he did indulge you from time to time. It helped him let loose and gave him the courage to ask or do things he wouldn't normally do.

"So, myshka" he began, glossy gaze darting from your eyes to your lips "Tell me about that ex of yours. What was his name... Haruki?"

A lighthearted chuckled rolled off your lips. "Yea, Haruki. Well... He wasn't the best really. Looking back I'm not really sure why I stayed with him for so long."

"How comes?"

"Well..." you said sheepishly, thumb sliding along the brim of your glass "At first he was really nice: always bringing me flowers and taking me on dates. But when we grew accustomed to each other he changed quite a lot. He became avoidant. Whenever I'd bring up an issue I had he'd just dismiss it."

You took a short break and exhaled deeply before continuing your story.

"At some point I asked him why he didn't spend as much time with me and why he stopped putting effort in our relationship and he simply said that I was overreacting and it wasn't at all like that. I guess... for a long while I settled for the bare minimun with him. And then for even less."

"He started gaslighting me all the time and I hated it, but I couldn't bring myself to leave because I still cared about him. And I hoped that deep down he was still the same lovely boy I fell for. But I guess it was hopeless..."

Fyodor listened to every word you said, violet eyes fixated on your features. He searched for any sign of hatred or resentment, but no, you talked about your ex so nonchalantly.

"And how do you think this relationship affected you?" he asked eventually

"I guess... I know my worth now. I won't accept that type of behaviour from anyone now. Although I don't think I'll face these problems with you. You're an amazing boyfriend" you said sweetly, a smile rising to your wine stained lips.

Despite your positive attitude, Fyodor's mind was haunted by dark thoughts. It may have been the effect of the alcohol, but for the first time in a long while he reflected upon himself:

He was a first class terrorist who has killed multiple men with his bare hands, who has deceived and manipulated countless of people without feeling any remorse.

And yet... you thought he was a good man; although you were aware of his crimes. The faith you had in him was like a punch to the gut, a reminder that he had to truly be good for you.

"Myshka" he said softly, setting his half empty glass on the floor before gently taking your hand in his, cold fingers holding tightly on your own. "You know I would never dare to do such a thing to you. I love you too much. And I know I'm not a good man for I have sinned more than anyone else, but I will always treat you right because you deserve the best."

"I know love" you chuckled, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I don't doubt you."

Your words swirled around his foggy mind as he smiled gently and leaned in, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.

"I know" he replied before nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. "Thanks for that"

"Of course" you said back as wrapped your arms around his lanky frame, feeling him relax in your embrace.

You relished this affectionate moment, the way he just let go and allowed himself to be soft for you and once again, were grateful for your boyfriend's low alcohol tolerance.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #bsd kunikida #kunikida doppo #kunikida x reader #fyodor bsd #fyodor x reader #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #akutagawa x reader #bungo stray dogs akutagawa #kunikida x you #bsd akutagawa #fyodor x you #akutagawa x you #poor kunikida

[notmaplemable]

Summer: *Carrying a basket of laundry*

Summer: *Steps on a LEGO*

Summer: ...

Summer: *Calmly sets down basket*

Summer: *Lays down in the fetal position*

Summer: *Deep inhale*

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Mama Arc: Now, what are you going to say when we go meet Ms. Summer next week?

Jaune: Hello Ms. Summer. I want to-

Summer: *In the distance* FUCK!

Jaune: Fuck?

Mama Arc: Hmm, I see you've already picked a wife. Good choice, she has great hips, perfect for child bearing. I shall inform your father.

Jaune: ???

#rwby #rwby shitpost #jaune arc #summer rose #mama arc

[spahhzy]

When little Jaune Arc got to the playground, he honestly thought it would be the same old playing by yourself thing. Most of the other kids were in the process of being trained by their families in the way of being a huntsman.

Jaune sighed. He, too, wanted to be a huntsman... but for some reason, his family never wanted to train him. No matter how many times he asked or begged, it was still a resounding 'No' from both mom and dad.

Jaune feet kicked up some dirt as he made his way towards the swing set, but to his surprise, instead of it being empty, their was actually someone sitting in the swing next to him.

Timidly, Jaune got into the swing next to the stranger, feeling a bit uncomfortable as the stranger face was covered with a hood, but Jaune did his best not to pay attention to the stranger but them sitting and NOT doing anything wS beginning to scare him.

???: Don't be afraid friend.

Lil Jaune's blue eyes widened as he heard the stranger speak, how did he know!?

???: I promise you I mean you no harm, I'm just here to think is all.

Jaune: o-okay...

???: Why are you here all alone?

Jaune: ...uhm cause I-I don't have any friends.

???: Really, well, that makes two of us...I too don't have any friends....well, that would be a lie...I had one good friend but I haven't seen him in a long time.

Jaune: Wow... I'm sorry, I'm sure you guys were very good friends.

???: You betcha, you could say we were inseparable!

Jaune: Wow... I wish I had a friend like that... Everyone is just off being cool heroes and stuff...

???: You want to be a hero?

Jaune: Oh boy, do I, that's like my dream!

???: What does a hero usually do?

Jaune: Hero's....uh they help those I need, like in the stories and fairytales.

???: So you want to help people?

Jaune: Mmhm! I wanna help everyone!

???: Everyone, you say, hmm? You know what, you're going to be someone hero one day, I can already see it.

Jaune: Really, sir, you mean it?

???: Mmhm! And you know what, if I may, could you help me out? Think of it as part of your hero training.

Jaune: But I'm not a hero...

???: Not with that attitude you won't be. Think of this little request as the stepping stones of your training!

Little Jaune pondered for a moment but reluctantly nodded if he could begin to start being a hero in training then he would help the stranger.

The stranger reached into his cloak before pulling out...

Jaune looked on in awe...their in the strangers hands was a small blue sleeping... kitten?

???: Can you watch after this little fella here? They have been through a-lot...

Jaune paled...he couldn't bring home a cat, his mom and dad would be upset!

???: I know what you're thinking, and don't worry, only you and some other folks can see them.

Jaune: Really...

???: Oh, most definitely! Your mom, dad, and sisters will see nothing.

Now Jaune was beginning to have doubts...a invisible cat?

Jaune: Wait...who are the other people who can see them?

???: Bad bad people, they tried to hurt the poor fella. I don't have names, but I can tell you one will have a metal arm with red eyes, another will be snow witch with a scar on eye, another will have gold eyes and cat ears just like our friend here and another one will have silver eyes and a large scary stick...

Jaune just gulped. These people seemed like real villains. Why would they want to hurt this poor cat!

???: lastly, watch out for the silent double colored terror... she will be the most persistent.

Jaune just nodded as the stranger gently handed him the blue kitten.

???: You're gonna be a great hero, Jaune. I can already see it in you.

Jaune: Y-you think so?

???: Oh yes, I already see a little bit of my friend in you, and he was my greatest hero.

Jaune: Wow!

???: Yep, but it's time for me to go now, little hero. Remember, take very good care of our little friend here, and when the time is right, I will meet you again in a land where fantasy comes to life!

Jaune: O-okay, uhm...

???: J.C.

Jaune: J.C?

???: mmhm!

Mama Arc: Jaune, honey, come on its time to go!

Jaune: coming mom...uhm thanks J.C for...giving me a chance to become a hero.

Jaune then carried the kitten close to his chest as he turned his back to the stranger, who waved at him, Jaune turned and waved back before finally returning to his mom as they both left the park, and Jaune found it weird but he thought he saw bright blue eyes coming from the stranger...ah well must have been a trick of the light.

The stranger watched as Jaune and his mother left the park before looking at his hand that began to fade away.

???: Yes, you will become the hero, Jaune...my hero!

A gust of wind blew around him as his hood fell and revealed a mess of blonde hair and a slightly old face marred with a disturbing chesire grin and bright blue eyes.

CCJaune: My hero forever!

#jaune arc #neopolitian (rwby) #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake bellodona #curious cat

[novankenn]

From Full House to Four of a Kind!

/===/ @ sirnoobsalot I mean May Zedong is a redhead. Neo could change her hair color on a fly. If you wanna go the Milf route Glynda is there, it's a good sequel since she'll be stopping this shenanigan (presumably) only for Pyrrha to hoist her over her shoulder and drag her back to her full house /== Master Post List ==/

The students of Beacon were giving Pyrrha a wide birth, with many red-heads and blonds donning hats or just dying their hair completely to hide from the "Red Queen" and her obsession with whatever she was doing with the girls she had already... absconded with.

Yang: I'm scared... like what if?

Blake: Pyrrha has already said you are off limits. You're my blond remember?

Yang: She's on the prowl again...

Blake: Well I doubt she'll... crud! Crap!! SHIT!

Yang: Blake?

Blake: The transfer students!!

Yang's eyes open wide, but it was too late. There wasn't enough time to warn any of them. It was like watching the circling of a shark as Pyrrha moved about the outskirts of the cafeteria, her emerald eyes watching, appraising, and then selecting.

Yang: Wish me luck.

Blake: Yang?

Yang jogged the short distance from where she and Blake and been standing to intercept Pyrrha as she prowled.

Yang: P-Money... what cha doing?

Pyrrha: I came to a revelation last night...

Yang: And that was... maybe you should stop collecting people?

Pyrrha: Heavens no! It was that four of a kind is better than a full house.

Yang: Four of a kind? You mean you're going to...

Pyrrha: Oh she's adorable...

Pyrrha points out a shy red-head wearing a beanie pulled down over one eye...

Pyrrha: How could I forget that Arslan was a blond! She's perfect! Excuse me.

Yang wanted to shout out a warning, but Pyrrha was upon her quarry in a heart beat.

May: (Cradled under Pyrrha's arm) EEP!

Arslan: (Thrown over Pyrrha's shoulder) NIKOS! WHAT THE HELL?

Pyrrha: You two are perfect! That's four of a kind for red-heads... but only three of a kind for blonds...

Arslan: Put me down!

May: Four of a kind?

Pyrrha: Hush! Jaune is very loving and will father so many beautiful children with you!

May/ Arslan: HUH???

Yang slowly made her way back over to Blake. As she and everyone else watched as Pyrrha started to walk off with two stunned young women...

Glynda: Ms Nikos! Enough of this! You are not only disrupting the peace of this school, and interfering with the composition of other teams... why are you looking at me like that?

Glynda took a step back, as Pyrrha adjusted Arslan and May, before taking a step forward, and strange unnerving smile on her face.

Pyrrha: You're... blond...

Glynda: Yes...

Pyrrha: Four of a kind!

Glynda: What? HEY! OUCH!

Pyrrha: Everyone comfy? Time to meet You baby daddy!

May/ Arslan: Baby Daddy?

Glynda: Help me! Call Ozpin! Call Ozpin!

Everyone just froze as Pyrrha walked out of the cafeteria. May Zedong under one arm, Arslan Altan over a shoulder, and dragging a panicking Glynda Goodwitch by the ankle behind her.

Glynda: (Desperately clinging to the door frame) Help me!?!? Please?

Pyrrha: Now, now professor... just think of all the blond bundles of joy you will give Mama Arc!

Glynda: Ahhhhhhh!!! Hhhhheeeeeellllllppppp!

Everyone shivered as the door frame leg go and the authoritarian professor vanished into the hallway.

Yang: Blake?

Blake: Yes Yang?

Yang: I am VERY happy to be your Blond.

Blake: Thank you Yang. That means a lot to me.

Off in a corner of the cafeteria silently sat a young woman. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the display of pure power and insanity. She titled her head to one side then the other. before standing up and making her way out of the cafeteria, hot on the heels of the one she was sure people were calling the "Red Queen".

#rwby #pyrrha nikos #may zedong #arslan altan #glynda goodwitch #this is all mama arc's fault

[howlingday]

Can we get the trio of lesiban arc moms again. Maybe threatening Ozpin and Ironwood, meeting the Rwby parents, or getting revenge on Cardin for bully their baby boy in different ways. Or something else you came up with. I just want to see the trio of mama arcs.

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Ozpin: And that concludes the minutes from our previous meeting. Once again, I'd like to thank you for attending the Beacon Academy Annual PTA meeting. Now, are there any emergent gripes the parents would like to bring forward regarding their children that was not adressed previously- Yes, Mrs. Arc?

Madame Arc: Yes, Uriel-Mauve Arc, and I'd like to discuss the issue with bullying situation at this academy.

Ozpin: Yes, we are aware of the bullying issue in the Academy, and we have done what we can to ensure that it will not happen again.

Madame Arc: And what HAVE you done? After all, I'd like to make sure my son isn't being tormented by Winchester's son.

Papa Winchester: Now see here!

Madame Arc: Oh? See where? I'm sorry, but could you speak up from down there?

Papa Winchester: Why you-

Ozpin: Order! Order! Please don't turn this into another brawl, Mrs. Arc and Mr. Winchester.

Mama Arc: (Leans over, Whispers) Hardly a brawl when she can just step on him.

Misses Arc: (Giggles, Clears throat)

Ozpin: Ugh... Are there any other issues to be brought up?

Misses Arc: (Stands) Yes, Alice Arc, and I have questions about the academic quality of Beacon Academy, and the efficiency of the faculty teaching here.

Ozpin: I can assure you, Mrs. Arc, that our faculty are the best suited to teach their students, and that the students are never in danger while under the tutelage of our professors and doctors.

Misses Arc: You say that, and yet I hear statements regarding these "best suited" faculty from my son. Such statements include-

Ozpin: (Under his breath) Oh god, she's pulling out a list...

Misses Arc: "Always being paired to battle..." Khm! Well, I'll refrain from naming OTHER students.

Papa Winchester: (Grumbles)

Misses Arc: But it was the decision of the Beacon faculty to do so. Also, "Having to share notes because the doctor spoke too swiftly".

Ozpin: Brothers, why do you torment me?

Misses Arc: And "being able to goof off because of a long-winded tale" that I will assume is not in the curriculum.

Ozpin: Damn you, Port. Khm! Yes, well, I'll be sure to evaluate our faculty members to ensure your children are properly being taught all they will need when they graduate and enter the real world. Are there any- Hah... Yes, Mrs. Arc?

Mama Arc: Yeah, uh, I was just wondering- Oh, right! I'm Juniper Arc, and I had questions about the quality of meeting our children's dietary needs.

Ozpin: I would literally take my ex-wife over this right now...

#rwby #mama arc #ozpin #papa winchester #my answer #my answers #mama arc au

[jboy44]

daddy arc  take  too.   Jaune  hands  Adrian  to  coco,  “thanks  for  watching  him  for  a  little  bit  coco.”   ten  mintues  later  Coco  holds  out  paper  to  the  women  who  want  to  be  Adrian’s  mother,  “I  always  wanted  to  be  a  mom,  Now  not  into  Jaune  but  this  paper  work  clearly  states  I  am  legally  Adrian’s  mother  now,  and  there  by  Jaune’s  legal  baby  mama.  You  will  have  to  settle  for  step  mama  bitches.  Now  the  kid  has  his  lesbian  mommy  straight  Daddy  life  style  back  <3  “  *cuddles  her  newly  adopted  son* 

#rwby #Jaune arc #daddy jaune au #coco adel

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

RWBY Models Left to Make

01.) Ivori (FNKI Team Mamber AKA Black Femboy)

02.) May Marigold

03.) Fiona Thyme

04.) Amber

05.) Sienna Khan

06.) Mama Nikos

07.) An Ren

08.) Meg Scarlatina

09.) Coco Adel

10.) Cinder's Step-Sister

11.) Jinn

12.) Mama Arc

13.) Arc Sisters

14.) Atlas Milfs (Jaune's Fanclub)

Might Do... (Note sure yet)

15.) Alyx

16.) Lewis

17.) Robyn Hill

#models #goal #new year resolutions

[rocknroll7575]

Mama arc upon hearing about the jfsm and there by your army of step grand babies what was your reaction?

Yang: Quick! Activate protocol Granmama Arc!

Nora: *Smashes Button*

The J.F.O.M Club:

#rwby #rwby meme #rwby shitpost #rwby jfom #rwby j.f.o.m club

[yellowhollyhock]

I don’t know if you talked about it but would you say Raph is a weak fighter compared to his brothers o ask because people talk about how strong and capable Don is and how talented Mike is but what about Raph

Okay, so. Short answer

Raph is an extremely skilled, massively strong, and deeply motivated turtle. He is an undeniably skilled fighter, and without him they would not win nearly as often.

Long answer under cut

First thing, I really am clueless about martial arts 😅 This will all just be from the perspective of your Slightly Less Than Average Viewer, I tend to focus on/notice the character beats much more than the action beats.

The cool thing about TMNT though, is that the character arcs and the fighting styles are very closely connected

Raph is the team’s Rock in so many ways. The most obvious, the one I think we tend to talk about, or at least that I usually focus on in fics, is his sheer determination. You just can’t knock this guy down. Especially if he’s protecting someone, which he pretty much always is (exception being the Battle Nexus. More on that later). But also, though. He brings out their strengths.

He makes himself a stepping stone for the brothers he believes in. Let’s talk about their strengths for a second.

When Mikey fights, his quick wit is a huge part of it. He uses intimidation tactics. In the H.A.T.E. episode he sees an enemy with the same weapon as him and, literally looming over the guy, grins like a maniac and says “This is just too good to be true.” When Bishop is about to literally cut him open he acts scared right up until the exact moment when he needs to act, and in that split second he takes the time to say “You should never take your eyes off of me.” He wants Bishop to remember that moment. There are times Mikey wants his enemies to underestimate him. But he also very often scares them on purpose, both to throw them off so they’re easier to beat, and so that he won’t actually have to hurt them. You cannot intimidate a guy like that.

And when we think about the people he lives with, and their fighting styles. And especially their specific relationships with him. Who do we think Mikey learned how to trash talk during a fight from? Who do we think taught him to always stand his ground?

Oh I don’t know maybe Mr Yo Mama himself

Not only is this something Raph and Mikey both do, it’s something we see them practicing together all the time. And it’s the way Mikey beats him at the Battle Nexus.

Honestly? I think that’s (one of) the reasons that defeat bothered Raph so deeply. This is his little brother who he taught how to stand up for himself. He’s the one who showed him how to keep your head and not let your enemy take advantage of your sensitivity (they are both so sensitive)! So if by this point Mikey has surpassed him, does that mean he can’t really protect him anymore?

Does it mean Mikey doesn’t need him anymore?

Reminder that his initial reaction is not, “Mikey will be impossible to live with” (and we do know that Mikey will be difficult to live with over this). What he actually says as he hysterically shakes the nearest stranger is, “I’ll never be able to live with myself.” He wants to be a better than his brothers because he feels like he needs to be able to protect them.

Now from Mikey’s pov, he just did a really great job at something Raph taught him, something he’s always been trying to mimic about Raph, and instead of being proud Raph is angry. In spite of all his bragging, I don’t think Mikey sees this the way Raph does. He thinks he won one time and that should be celebrated, not that he’s passing Raph up and leaving him behind.

Now in the end, is Mikey better at this skill than Raph? I don’t know, they both use it very well. They both also have their slip-ups, and the Battle Nexus was one of Raph’s. But the point is that Mikey learned it from Raph in the first place.

Ultimately Mikey will become better at it. Because why would Raph keep pushing himself once he sees that his little brother can do it?

For Leo, throughout the show his biggest strength is his refusal to give into fear. He overcomes his fear of heights. He won’t be afraid of the Shredder. When Master Solinter goes missing he won’t assume the worst and give up, and he’s there for his brothers, giving them hope to balance out the fear. His ultimate victory is to overcome his fear of failure. Well, speaking of the Battle Nexus, who else is afraid of failure?

Early in the show we get little interactions between Raph and Leo showing Raph pushing Leo outside of his comfort zone. They’re out in something Donnie’s built that wasn’t fully tested and Leo reminds him to go slow, just to be safe? Raph’s slamming on the gas. They’re separated from Master Splinter and the only way around the rubble is up towards the surface, something Leo has been taught to fear all his life? Raph is the one who’s talking to him, waiting for him, making sure he’s with them. Even his fear of inadequacy—does anyone else remember when Leo was spending all that extra time with Master Splinter perfecting this one specific kick? When he gets a chance later to use it in battle, it’s Raph (out of his bros) who in the heat of battle takes a moment to watch and rates him on it (only a six because that’s all his fingers. Leo even says “only six?” Which I know is a joke but can you imagine little Leo being used to getting tens from Raph because he’ll use his toes?).

The point is that in the small moments as well as the big ones, right from the very start of the show, Raph knows fear is the big thing Leo’s going to struggle with and he is very deliberately helping him with it.

Then Leo fights Shredder, gets thrown through a window, and it kinda looks like he might not make it. The first thing he says when he wakes up?

I will not live in fear.

We see a pretty big shift in him thereafter. He’s much more confident to pursue what he thinks is right without first consulting Splinter (he still values his input but he’s maturing into his own person). And his fear of spending time on the surface, while always present, I don’t think we ever see being paralyzing again. And it’s Raph who sees this change and gives him the nickname “Fearless Leader.”

It’s usually Raph who calls Leo the leader. Splinter calls them a team, he rarely singles out Leo.

The reason Leo makes such a great leader is because he will always hang onto hope that there is a third option, a way out, an end of the tunnel. And he knows how to impart that hope to his brothers and spur them to action when they might otherwise be overwhelmed.

He knows how to do that because it’s what Raph has been doing for him all their lives.

Donny, the smart one. He didn’t learn that from Raph, right? He’s always simply been a prodigy.

Ahem, in my humble and correct opinion, wrong.

The turtles started mimicking Splinter’s moves when they were little. All of them were obsessed with ninjitsu, because Splinter was obsessed. And you know who, out of all of them, has the most obsessive personality? The most one track mind of anyone ever? The most reserved, passive even? The most likely to have the development of his own personality subsumed by his singular goal of succeeding at the task set in front of him, of perfecting this one specific skill and earning praise from his chosen authority figure?

It’s not Leo. He struggles with this some, but balance is a natural strength of his. Mr. I Literally Will Not Sleep Until I Have Rescued the Underground City, on the other hand….

But you know who is the best at prioritizing his goals, keeping an eye on his surroundings?

Maybe the turtle who’s always watching not only over his own shoulder, but every single one of his brothers’ when they fight together.

So we don’t see any of this. It’s all headcanon territory now. But I think Raph was interested in cars and machinery first. Leo and Mikey didn’t want to talk about it. So he looked around, and there’s Donny, who even Splinter is always saying needs to learn how to take breaks. Donny’s always been a good listener. Once Raph gets him started, he’s hooked—and now he has Two hobbies to obsess over which is slightly healthier than Only One.

I think from there he’d learn how much he loves learning and become obsessed with dinosaurs and other subjects all on his own. But still it’s usually Raph who’s grounding him back in reality when he gets so deep in thought he loses sight of the Task At Hand, or so overly focused on one thing he misses Life-Saving Details (such as, hey bro, there’s a guy standing directly behind you with a sharp weapon).

Anyway we see both Raph and Donny use this skill—whaddaya call it? Multitasking?—during important fights when they’re at their best. It’s elbowing the guy behind them on their way to grab their weapon. It’s throwing enemies at each other or getting out of the way at the exact right moment. And it’s especially, keeping eyes on their team.

So overall, yes, he did learn to be a genius from Raph. Not just from Raph, sure, he had his whole family helping and a lot of his own natural talent. But I think Raph is the one who would have been able to pull him away from his First Chosen Obsession to see that there’s a whole world out there to learn about. And out of all of them, I think Raph had the most interest in learning about the outside world at the earliest age.

Conclusion: In many specific areas Raph is second best, but this is precisely because he’s the one helping his brothers find and fully realize their individual strengths. So Jack of all trades, yes, which is a type of strength a master can’t have, but also a teacher. The skill he is the best at is recognizing and nurturing others skills. In that way (and some others), he is the most like Splinter of all the turtles.

I forgot to make this about his fighting style specifically and just ended up rambling about him, but! His passion by itself makes him near unstoppable, and he has worked hard to add deadly skill to that passion. I care him a normal amount (this is a lie she cares him so much)

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #2003 raph #character analysis #my beloved sister added the parentheses at the end #she keeps me honest