#ironwitch

[howlingday]

Jaune: Aunt Glynda, has anyone ever confessed to you?

Goodwitch: Hm... Not that I can recall...

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Years ago...

Ironwood: Glynda, I love you. Please, stand by me for the rest of my life.

Goodwitch: (Disinterest) Of course you do. We're friends, aren't we? Of course I'm going to stand by your side as your friend.

Ironwood: (Sulks)

#rwby #jaune arc #glynda goodwitch #james ironwood #ironwitch #snegovski #snegovski9623

[avengerscompound]

Wanda Maximoff & Tony Stark

Avengers United Infinity Comic (2023) #17

#marvel #avengers #marveledit #comicedit #tonystarkedit #ironmanedit #wandamaximoffedit #scarletwitchedit #ironwitch #tony stark #iron man #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #avengers united infinity comic (2023) #616 #marcio fiorito #marvel comics #avengerscompoundedit

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Ironwood: As the General of Atlas-

Glynda: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me. As top in this relationship, I think we should-

Ironwood: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me!

Glynda: YOU STARTED THIS!

#james ironwood #general ironwood #rwby #rwby shitpost #glynda goodwitch #ironwitch #ironglyn

[whentheynameyoujoy]

FYI, when it comes to fictional ships, “healthy” is just a pretentious way of saying “boring”.

#zutara #rayne #mileven #dramione #sparrabeth #ironwitch #sansan #kastle #lawlight #reylo #sherlolly #butchie #kimchie #sylki #gingerrose #darklina #shipping #''healthy'' aka the fastest way of telling me there's no story involved #daemyra

[lwde-encrusted-sideblog]

Ironwood: No Nut November is a childish distraction from important maters-

Qrow: You failed day one, Didn't you?

Ironwood: GLYNDA WAS WEARING A NUN'S HABIT QROW. Nothing, Not even if Mr. Arc used his Semblance on Mettle would I have been able to resist her!

#rwby #qrow branwen #james ironwood #general ironwood #ironwitch #ironglyn #glynda goodwitch #rwby shitpost

[theelderhazelnut]

The World is your Sacrifice

IronWitch is one of Ombra's alternative ships, but I also decided to post this art for the OCKiss event! (Zoom in to see Ombra's scars on her cheek lmao)

Leila belongs to lovely @takiisieju-moved

Art Taglist (to be added/removed): @inafieldofdaisies @elderglocks @zoetheneko @spacestephh @cassietrn @shegetsburned @admin-pipes @bloody-arty-myths @chadillacboseman @ninibear3000 @onehornedbeast @socially-awkward-skeleton @strangefable @voidika @sinclxirx @takiisieju-moved @vivilovespink @aceghosts @orbitinytheworld @cyb3r-v4l @scentedcandleibex

#ironwitch #ship: the world is your sacrifice #ombra the ironhead #mk leila #mk oc #mortal kombat oc #my art #ockiss24 #oc art #oc x oc

[lemonadesun]

I mean…Vol7 could end in 2 episodes if Ironwood had a good seggs. I can’t stop imagining Glynda arriving to Atlas, Ironwood finally meets his ex and they both can’t hide their longing for each other after those years. They make up, reveal all the misunderstandings in their relationship years ago and then…seggs. 😞💖 Actually, having seggs would help him recover his health both physically and mentally.

#rwby #james ironwood #general ironwood #ironwood #ironwitch #rwby au #remnant bluest eclipse #Not bluest eclipse spoiler i ssswwewearasdfghjkl

[helena-and-helena-meta]

Ironwitch headcanons

Here are some Ironwitch headcanons, like my normal James headcanons, I’ll do a few posts on these :)

James taught Glynda how to waltz, James taught Glynda how to tango

Glynda learned as much as she could about prosthetics to help James, she had Pietro teach her how to make small fixes so James wouldn’t have to wait for a doctor if they were on break.

James helps Glynda do her hair and sometimes fixes her uniform, in return Glynda sometimes fixes his ties and jackets.

Glynda often chases James out of the kitchen with a wooden spoon or the disciplinarian.

Sometimes when Glynda wears lipstick she’ll leave small purple lipstick stains on his neck, and not just in a few places. James is very flustered about this but also somewhat reluctant to wipe them off, but he starts to when one Qrow spots the stains and keeps teasing him about it.

James and Glynda stargaze together very often, Glynda is also the only person allowed to use James’ old telescope.

When Glynda heard James sing she couldn’t stop thinking about his voice for days, and when she asked him about it he got self-conscious. Glynda now regularly convinces James to sing with her.

Glynda doesn’t enjoy sweet things like James, and knowing this James usually gets her very bitter chocolates, which she enjoys. In return, Glynda gets him extremely sweet chocolates, mainly the types he can’t get in Atlas.

Glynda draws in her spare time, ninety percent of the time she draws James.

Seeing James take care of his students like they’re his children always makes Glynda smile.

Glynda helps James figure out what kind of gifts would be best for some of his students.

James’ hair is very soft, Glynda usually runs her hand through it and occasionally styles it.

James may or may not have bought a ring for Glynda, but he’s too scared to admit it.

#james ironwood #pro james ironwood #glynda goodwitch #james ironwood x glynda goodwitch #ironwitch

[takiisieju]

Them GIRLS!!

I imagined it as a small follow-up to this wonderful art. Ombra belongs to @theelderhazelnut as well.

taglist: @roofgeese @onehornedbeast @spacestephh

(You can read about Leila here)

#ironwitch #ship: the world is your sacrifice #ombra the ironhead #mk leila #mk oc #mortal kombat oc #my art #digital art

[lemon-butters]

A/N: Took me forever to finally write again after procrastinating. I also named my Ironwitch baby girl from my last story. (her name's revealed in this story)

The wail of a newborn tore through the stillness of the night, fracturing the silence that had settled over the household like a delicate frost. James' eyelids fluttered open, his senses immediately on high alert. Duty called, not as a Headmaster or General but as a father, from the small nursery down the hall, where his daughter's cries echoed with an urgency that tugged at his heartstrings.

With the grace of a man who'd navigated far darker terrains, he slipped from beneath the warmth of the covers, leaving behind the softness of shared slumber with his wife. The hardwood floor greeted his bare feet as he padded silently across the room. His tall frame, often clad in the crisp uniform of command, now bore only the rumpled edges of his pajamas, which whispered against his skin as he moved.

Upon entering the nursery, the soft glow of the nightlight painted shadows that danced along the walls, and for a moment. James approached the crib where his daughter lay, her tiny fists clenched and flailing as she continued to cry out into the darkness.

James reached down, his large hands cradling her tiny body with a tenderness that belied his imposing stature. As he lifted her, her wails subsided into sniffles, as if she recognized the safety enveloping her. And when her large blue eyes—mirror images of his own—found his face, something within him shifted like tectonic plates deep beneath the earth's surface.

In those wide, innocent eyes, he saw reflected not only his features but also the weight of a newfound love that was both exhilarating and terrifying in its intensity. It was a love that made him feel vulnerable in ways no enemy ever had, breaking through his armor and reaching the very core of his being.

"Hey there, my brave girl," he whispered, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he held her close, feeling her heart beat against his own. Her gaze locked onto his and at that moment. A father was awed by the life he held in his arms—a life he would protect with every fiber of his being.

James descended the stairs with a grace that belied his towering height, the weight of his daughter cradled gently in his arms. Each step was taken with the care of a man navigating uncharted territory, every bit the seasoned soldier on a nocturnal mission of utmost importance.

He crept into the kitchen's dim light, fetching the bottle and formula. As he scooped and measured, the silence was perforated by the soft rustle of her squirming movements, her tiny fists waving like flags of ceaseless determination.

With calculated precision, James tested the warmth of the milk against the back of his hand.

Turning, he made his way to the living room, where the black recliner sat in the muted glow of the nightlights. He eased into the chair, the leather calm and unyielding beneath him, and brought the baby to his chest. Her blue eyes peered up at him with an intensity that commanded his full attention.

"Shh," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as he offered her the bottle. She latched on eagerly, her hunger momentarily quelling the restlessness that had stirred her from sleep.

James studied her features as she fed—the delicate arch of her brow, the sweep of her lashes casting crescent shadows on her cheeks. With each suckling sound, a profound sense of wonder washed over him. He was lost in contemplation, adrift in the vast ocean of her needs and desires in the stillness of the pre-dawn hours.

His thumb brushed her cheek, a gentle gesture that spoke volumes. The darkness around them seemed to recede.

The house's quiet enveloped them, a cocoon from which James hoped neither would have to emerge too soon.

Glynda Goodwitch stirred, the sheets whispering against her skin as she turned in bed. The world was still shrouded in the soft hues of dawn, painting the room with a tender light that promised a new day. Her mind lingered in the remnants of sleep, those precious moments before full consciousness took hold. But tranquility was short-lived; a cramp tightened in her chest, pulling her from the cusp of dreams into stark reality.

She placed a hand on her breast, the sensation both achingly familiar and startling—a reminder of the life depending on her. With sudden clarity, Glynda realized she had slept through the night without tending to her daughter's needs. The rhythm of motherhood had been disrupted, and her body responded with insistent discomfort.

Rising from the warmth of their shared bed, the cool morning air brushed against her skin. She slipped into her slippers, the soft padding sound following her as she glided across the wooden floor towards the nursery. Her heart, usually so composed under pressure, now beat with a different urgency.

The nursery door creaked gently as Glynda opened it, but the crib lay empty, untouched by the slumbering innocence she expected to find. A flicker of concern sparked within her but was quickly extinguished by her trust in James. He would be there for their daughter as he stood steadfast for all who relied on him.

Descending the staircase, Glynda's senses heightened. The faintest aroma of sterilized bottles mingled with the comforting scent of home. As she reached the last step, her gaze fell upon the living room, where shadows and light played in a quiet dance.

In the embrace of the black recliner was James, his tall frame softened in repose. Their daughter lay nestled against his chest, her tiny form rising and falling with each peaceful breath. In this tableau of fatherly devotion, the strength and scars of the man she knew blurred into the moment's tenderness.

"James," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.

His eyelids fluttered open, an instinctual response from a man whose life demanded constant vigilance. Even in the depths of fatigue, he was always the protector, ready to awaken at the slightest call. His dark blue eyes met hers, clouded with sleep but clear with affection.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice rough with the remnants of rest.

"Let me take Artemisia," Glynda said softly, her hands reaching out with practiced ease.

#james ironwood #rwby #rwby glynda #rwby james #writers #ironwitch #fanchild #glynda goodwitch

[howlingday]

So I like the idea of Ironwood and Glynda dating the past but it going so poorly that everyone felt it. Now it's "touchy" subject as best. Even Qrow for all his jokes and jabs knows not to touch that baggage with a 12 foot long pole. Ironwood and Glynda are now friends but it took a while. Who do you think would bring up the baggage.

Honestly, I can't really think of anybody who would bring this up. I mean, it would have to be somebody who's close enough to him to both know this fact and how touchy the subject is. Somebody who has this information and knows how to exploit it to get what they want from Ironwood. Somebody who might even do this simply because they don't like Ironwood. But who would do that?

OOOOOOOH... Of course! How could I have missed it?!

It's Weiss, right?

#rwby #james ironwood #ironwitch #jacques schee #weiss schnee

[avengerscompound]

Wanda Maximoff & Tony Stark

Avengers United Infinity Comic (2023)

#marvel #avengers #marveledit #comicedit #wandamaximoffedit #scarletwitchedit #tonystarkedit #ironmanedit #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #tony stark #iron man #ironwitch #avenger united infinity comic #616 #marcio fiorito #marvel comics #avengerscompoundedit

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Winter: Sir, you have a meeting scheduled for tonight.

Ironwood: *Putting on a Hawaiian shirt* I have a date with Glynda tonight. The meeting can wait.

Winter: Sir, it is about the Defense Budget.

Ironwood: Sometimes, Winter, you have to choose between Duty and Booty. Unfortunately one must also live with the consequences of their actions.

Winter: Civilians will be put at risk if we don't sort this out.

Ironwood: ...

Winter: Professor Goodwitch will be more upset if you let that happen than if you had to cancel this.

Ironwood: ...

Ironwood: *Sighs, begins taking Shirt off* Get me my Coat.

#rwby #winter schnee #james ironwood #general ironwood #ironglyn #ironwitch

[divinecomedyproductions]

So here are some thoughts I've had regarding Ironwood pre Volume 5.

First of all, I personally disagree when people defending him call him disabled; losing literally half of your body and needing robotic replacements is more akin to life support, in my own opinion.

Secondly - and this ties back to the above comment - I think it's probably safe to assume that Ironwood can't have children. Again, my guy is missing HALF of his body, in an almost complete vertical angle. That's gotta have consequences, not to mention probably leaves him occasionally envious of male characters who are fathers.

And third, I actually like the scene in Vol. 4 where Weiss walks in on Jacques and Ironwood's argument. Now while I do like your plans for Jacques, I also think people overlook Ironwood's offer to let Weiss enroll at Atlas Academy. I know people will probably paint it as him being arrogant or the like, but listening to his offer, it's clearly Ironwood giving Weiss an escape route from her father if she chooses to accept.

Sorry, I've just been thinking about Ironwood a lot, and I felt like sharing my musings with you.

My theory is he lost his arm and leg while half of his toros is encased in some kind of life support shell due to damaged tissue, its the only way it makes it plausible he survived with half of his body replaced with machine.

Now how much *ahem* 'down there' is damaged is up to determination, but it would explain his fraternal instinct towards his students and his envy. Personally Im not gonna do that to him in this AU, but like many in my AUs, he's had high hopes about his future, notably promising Glynda he would marry her back in their school days at Atlas Academy, but now he feels like that's in the way of "the greater good" as his higher ups love to lecture him and others about.

But yeah, I really like James and it boils my blood what they had done to him with no end.

#rwde #james ironwood #glynda goodwitch #ironwitch

[lwde-encrusted-sideblog]

Glynda: Hey, wanna take a shower with me?

Ironwood: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

#rwby #james ironwood #general ironwood #ironglyn #ironwitch

[anironwitch]

Whenever I look at you excerpt



“I see a witty flirt who has and will knock me on my ass.”

A younger James wears a still in pajamas at noon while adjusting to walking around with his prosthetics.

“I feel like trash.”

“Well it’s my responsibility as a good samaritan to pick you up. How does 7 work?” She retorted not missing a beat.

James jaw was agape with a reply, “you smooth son bitch.’” His face flooding in fuchsia.

#rwby #ironwitch #rwby ironwitch #james ironwood #glynda goodwitch #fic excerpt #so that I am pressured to complete it