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brokentrafficknight · 2 months
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Made this one like a year ago before I started posting
Which should hopefully explain why it's even lower quality than my usual low quality trash
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notmaplemable · 4 months
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Wolf Ruby: Jaune, you need to stop trying to go after Weiss. She just doesn't see you that way.
Jaune: Yeah, you're right. *Sighs* I should probably go apologize to her.
Ruby: You can do that later, night now I need to tell you about a girl you have a really good chance with.
Jaune: Really, who?
Ruby: That's for you to figure out, but I'll tell you that she's a very adorable wolf faunus with some fluffy ears she would love for you to pet.
Ruby: And she's in desperate need of some breeding.
Jaune: Oh, I think I know who it is.
Ruby: Yeah~?
Jaune: But are you really okay with me asking you mom out?
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littlelewdmable · 4 months
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Yang: What are you planning on doing this weekend?
Jaune: I'm gonna fuck your sister.
Yang: ...
Jaune: And your mom.
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howlingday · 3 months
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Summer: (Wolf!Faunus) Ara ara~! My daughter has brought home such a handsome human man~! I wonder when's the wedding~? Ufufufu~!
Summer: Also, when you're done with my daughter, you can knock me up, too~!
Jaune: O-Oh my...
Ruby: (Wolf!Faunus) MOOOOOOM! Stop! You always do this! You always steal my boyfriends! Why can't I just have this one to myself?! You're so unfair!
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rwac96 · 7 months
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Shipping Name Question #4
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Comment the reason for your choice, or place it in a reblog. Remember to reblog to spread it around.
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thatorigamiguy · 1 year
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Summer: "And for dinner tonight, I made us... Oyakodon!~"
Yang: "..."
Ruby: "..."
Jaune: "...Are you trying to imply something? Because I feel like you're trying to imply something."
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This post was inspired by the fact I made Oyakodon for dinner tonight. It was delicious!
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cheesecake-beech · 2 years
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Haven't drawn Mary in forever and with a hc @soda-nebula made that Bishop likes essential oils I knew I had to get her BACK and redesign her and everything
SHES THE ONE WHO SUPPLIES THE ESSENTIAL OILS SKAJFHKJSAFJKSDFHFHGDKAG
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gemmahale · 24 days
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WIP Wednesday (5/8/2024)
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Reboot Games AU: Medieval fantasy
Working Title: Palace Hallways
Pairing: Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, John 'Soap’ MacTavish, Simon 'Ghost’ Riley x OC Petal
Rating: E (this snippet is rated T)
Synopsis: It’s not awful being the newly crowned Queen’s lady-in-waiting. What is awful is the attention you’ve unintentionally garnered from Sir Garrick. What’s even worse, is the Royal Artificer MacTavish and the Royal Druid Riley seem to be paying you the same kind of attention. You’re a mess, and no one - not your Queen, not your King, nor the Knight Commander Price - will do anything about it.
CW's: TBD Snippet CW's: None
Remember that question I posed over the weekend? This is a snippet of one of those options. (BTW, y'all had some phenomenal ideas in the comments - thank you!)
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You follow the flagstone path around the curve, certain you’ve escaped detection by the Artificer. That is, until you hear his familiar voice call out to you.
“Bonnie lass! Where are ye scarperin’ off to?”
Casting a glance behind you, you hurry toward the wrought iron gate that would lead to your successful escape. You glimpse the Artificer, the court colors of his livery blooming through the shrubs behind you, and hear the faint clanking of his tools hanging from his belt.
Your progress is suddenly halted, a rosebush’s thorns tangled in your skirt. In a desperate attempt to flee, you yank on the fabric, wincing at the tearing sound.
The skirt breaks free with a loud ripping noise, and you stumble away. Your shoe finds the edge of one of the flagstones, and everything slows around you as you fall.
You expect to meet the cold, hard surface of the flagstone with your cheek and you brace yourself.
Instead, you find yourself swept up against a warm body and soft fabric. 
“Steady there, Petal.”
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roseapov · 8 months
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Roseapov Reblog (Reblogs)
Colour Guide: Black - Games, movies, fandoms etc. Pink - irl reblogs
Crowley is Levan Theory
Yan!Vil x Reader x Yan!Rook
Rollo Flamme x Reader with bits of Malleus x Reader
Genshin Man Isekai'd into the creators world
Bye bye bugs
Riddle and Vil bonding art
Fragaria memories meme (Hallritt and Hello Kitty)
Malleus x Yuu x Ace comedy
Sad Idia comic
HSR chars as vampires
Halloween ghosts decoration
Halloween ghosts decoration
Malleus calling Yuu by their name and not Child of man
Argentiiiiii
Fic based on my Twst Self Aware <3
Cheka and Leona wallpaper
Rosebush Sneak-peek
Fragaria Memories Red Bouquet
Yuu snaps and bullies OB gang (most of them) and they like it
Lilia cooking meme
How to win the heart of Vil Shoenheit
Masterpiece
How to not kill your computer
Invite quality guide Twst
Rosebush 001 Twst, Riddle Rosehearts
Vitamins cheat sheet
How you mince my heart, Vil Shoenheit
Twst inhuman traits
Moose
Vampire Epel fic
Alhaitham and Kaveh in somewhat Fontaine clothes
Shrimp, Jade x Yuu
Great Seven avenue backgrounds
WIP Heartslabyul reincarnation, Riddle Rosehearts
Chosing who to write for
Morning people vs night people
Leona Playful land art
Jack Playful land art
Epel Masquerade art
BAT ATTACK!!
Rook x reader, Royal AU
OT3 Playful Land Scenarios (Lilia, Reader, Knight of Dawn)
Genshin 4 archons
Loved by a fae
Rosebush additional chapter
Dearest mother additional chapter
OB Vil design art
Malleus and Lilia stickers
Learn French Twst Rook and Epel meme
Pomefiore arts
Rook meme
TWST MAFIA AU!!!
Twst art that reminds me of mafia au
Dorm Uniform Malleus Card Analysis
Writer!Yuu and yandere
Cater personality problems
Crowley sets up Overblots theory
Dearest mother additional chapter
Dearest mother / Rosebush art
Lilia's revenge on Rollo
Playful land big bro behaviour
Vampire memes
Eggleus and Lilia meme
Genshin sagau
Jade, 'Do be gentle with me' line
Love Potion Leona x reader
Honest Fellow meme
Malleus and Grim superduo
Lilia and Baby Silver headcanon
Trey dad, Vil mama
Jade / Floyd and their S/O headcanon
Jing Yuan
The Great 7 AU Masterlist
Always second 001 Twst Leona Kingscholar
Malleus x Reader, The promises we made
The ghost groom
Azul Octopus headcanon
Sebek heart locket comics
Perfect harmony meme
Vil's deep character analysis
Rollo Flamme memes
Silver and Parent Lilia, killing them will take like 5 minutes
Malleus 3rd spell lines
Vil Playful Land
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scalamore · 6 months
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(Thoughts) Interesting Novel detail - baby Lari knew she didn't belong in Belois + Lari's original personality
One of the uncanny things about Lari, is that she doesn't remember much of her past at all. In comparison, Rupert remembers his past quite clearly, even as young as 3 years old. It might be because of the extreme stress she suffered at the end of her life in TL1, where the trauma of everything caused her to forget a lot of things (like Lehan's face), but there's a hint she has some repressed memories from the household violence going on. That would also explain why she had so much difficulty remembering specific details of events happening, but only vaguely remembered small bits and details of "happiness". As we know, Lari doesn't remember much before age 12, such as often being disciplined in the Room of Repentance, and she forgot about how she was often caned/whipped as discipline for relatively minor insubordination. This detail is brought up again in the Vacation Arc, where Sir Baileys reminded Lari she had given him a handkerchief when she was six years old (easy to forget, small detail), but what stood out to me was he said "you were a handful (little troublemaker), that loved to play hide and seek, and often tried to run away from the mansion, to the point where the Count assigned a whole team of page knights to monitor her whereabouts and form search parties if she was missing for too long."
Again, Lari thinks that "she has no recollection of the past, she just has fragmented, inconsistent recollections of the time". But she was surprised to hear she was such a troublemaker, because as far as she knew, "she was always a well-behaved, quiet child", because that's what the family said. But Sir Baileys added, that even though she was a handful, she was still very kind: when he cut his hand on the thorns when trying to free her from being tangled in a rosebush, she cried when she saw he was hurt and offered him the handkerchief. When Lari sees the portrait of Cecie, she again recalls Baileys words: "that as a child, she often wanted to run away and go home" in addition to the other evidence of Aunt amelia, Amanda and Cecie's friendships, Viscount Coen and Countess Lemille's words that finally sink in.
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Once again, the story hints that Lari's original personality is a naive, impulsive, temperamental/slightly hot-headed, impatient, sweet child, but all that was disciplined into submission and etiquette classes, so what she's left with in TL1 (and the start of TL2) is a aloof, ignorant, passive doormat that listens to whatever the family says, and has no shred of independence. But through her freedom to be herself around Rupert, she again reverts back to her "original/natural" self: naive, impulsive, hot-headed, impatient, and sweet person, as we see throughout the story as she grows up. So what the story hints at is: Baby Lari knew she didn't belong in Belois, and wanted to "go home" by leaving the estate to the point she had a team of knights to monitor her. The older Lari completely believed she was part of House Belois, but baby Lari had some sort of idea something was wrong. Whatever personality she had, was beaten into submission into a defeated 'doll' that House Belois could control through physical and mental disciplining. It was such a long-term, ongoing thing where she blocked out those memories and was unable to remember anything after the age of 12. She was completely gaslight into having low confidence, she was ugly, and undesirable, and affected her prospects of romance because she would rather be alone than to rely on someone who doesn't exist (sorry Rupert ^^;)
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brokentrafficknight · 4 months
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Can we get some Wolf Faunus Summer? (Can be horny if you so choose)
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notmaplemable · 5 months
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Ruby: Mom, you taught me to be a proud and independent wolf faunus.
Ruby: To never submit to being a pet.
Ruby: And now what are you doing?
Ruby: Letting Jaune treat you like a lap dog!
Summer: To be fair, dear, the head pats are amazing. And the chin scritches are heavenly.
Ruby: ...
Summer: ...
Ruby: Then you better start sharing!
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Wolf!Faunus Ruby: Oh Jaune~ Pease help me with my heat! I need you! I need you IN me! Badly~
Ruby: *sniffs Air* I can Smell You! Me and Mom will find you soon!
Ruby: There's no where to RUN! *Turns the corner around the house*
Jaune: I know I can't out run you.
Ruby: So you're Finally gonna help me with my Heat?
Jaune: Yeah. I'll help you cool down!
He Lifts the Sprayer Head of the hose he had been hold, A Jet of water Splashing against the Red Wolf
Ruby: Ack! Cold! Ack! *biting at the water* Ah!
Ruby: Stop! Stop! I'm done! you win! Ugh! Now I'm all wet! Thanks A lot Jaune!
Jaune: *He tries to spin the Sprayer and Fails* Heh. I knew I could do it!
Wolf!faunus Summer: Clever Boy Jaune!
Jaune: I'd say so! Thanks Sum ... mer ....
Jaune: ...
Jaune: *He tries to spray her with water*
Jaune: *It doesn't spray*
Jaune: So. You turned the water off?
Summer: Mhm! Now you can Help me with My Heat~
Jaune: ... Well Fuck.
Summer: *Jumping Him* THAT'S THE INTENTION!
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littlelewdmable · 5 months
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Jaune: Some people say that they have two wolves inside them.
Jaune: Me? I just have two wolves who really want me to get inside them.
Ruby and Summer: FUCK US ALREADY!
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howlingday · 1 year
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Tai 2.0 Part 13
Part 12
Qrow: (Leans into the kiss)
Winter: (Pulls away) I love you. (Heaves) I love you, I love you, I love you.
Qrow: I love you, too.
Jaune: (Grin) I wish you guys the best of luck. (Turns away)
Qrow: Hey, kid...
Jaune: Yeah?
Qrow: Same to you. You're gonna need it.
Jaune: Uh, what do you mean?
Qrow: (Points)
Jaune: (Turns)
Summer: (Sultry smile)
Ruby: (Shaking)
Pyrrha: (Blushing, Covering her mouth)
Yang: (Licking her lips)
Jaune: Oh...
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random-conspiracy · 10 months
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A fucking prompt I need to work on
I'm not gonna detail all the stupid idea I have and I already gave hints about it but I NEED to write it down now or I will explode. Finishing this I need to log the fuck out of here and do other wips.
Picture this character: A girl in her 20's. Aromantic and with an amazing grunge vibe. Jesus christ. Dark long hair in waves of black and heart shaped shades. Her weapon is a croquet style mallet and a dagger and oh boy her title is "The Hearthbreaker". The Knight of Hearts! Unbreakable, unstoppable, hiding her loneliness behind her glasses. She doesn't take shit from anyone. Not a bossgirl but an intimidating failgirl.
(You pieces of shit I know you're already connecting dots. Keep that for yourselves ahshahsa)
Now, set the place as a post-apocaliptic city. What kind of apocalypse? Doesn't matter right now. The point is that the city is a fucking nightmare of psychedelic bullshit happening a la Weirmaggedon. Reality bending shenanigans in a landscape of pure imagination and civil chaos. It's grotesque, and dangerous. That's all you need to understand. Now our crew of heroes need to find a way to solve this or do whatever they are suppoused to do.
And finally, think: What is the most powerful force you can imagine? Nuclear power? Wrong! Because we all know that the most powerful force in the universe is not other thing than Love. Love that makes a man weep and transforms a falcon into a white dove. The power of love that destroys armors and shine like a supernova.
Now, move back to the city. Our heroes are thre, trying to fix whatever this hell is. Our protagonist is out of the city, trying to fight and flight back because she discovered the goverment is planning to nuke the fucking site before it can expand or become worse. She needs to alert them, evacuate all the people that are still hiding. And then, she sees it. The plane that's about to drop the bomb over what is gonna be next nothing more than a smoking new Great Cannon.
Narrative bulsshit happens, Idk. Let me marinate this later. The case is that (probably) with the power of an object or anything like that, someone thinks "do love, not war" as an strategy and changes the nature of the bomb into something inoffensive. Love! Love cannot hurt right? If the bomb is fueled by love it cannot destroy, right?
The bomb falls like Damocle's sword from above the sky and then...
It explodes.
A magestic cloud of white and rose. Pinks and shades of gold irradiating from a magestic cloud in for of a bouquet of flowers. Our protagonist just arrives on time to see the cataclism. La vie on rose of Edith Piaf sounding slow and distoreted in the background. The change didn't made the weapon innofensive, it only changed the effects.
When the plane finally lands she finds the opposite of a vaporized city. The city was a nightmerish hell born from the mind of Hieronymus Bosch. Now the place is atonishing clean and white. The sky is rose and all the skycrappers are built in white and gold without any hint of destructions even from the first apocalyptic event. Everything is nice and cute and that's the gimmmik. That it should not. She soon discovers how traumatic the changes are: All the flora has been modified into flowers. Specially roses, that climb is massive rosebush over the buildings. There is nothing left of anything. Nor a trace of identity of imperfection.
Her house is completely desvastated. Nothing was left behind from the "constructive" wave of power. All the clothes are clean and ironed. All of them are lady-like dresses in tones of pink. The hole place has been erased and forced into perfection without questions.
The same with the survivors. When she finds her friends and the monsters that before were hunting the city, finds only empty shells of creatures fueled by love. Dressed with perfect clothes and others with greek robes. All of them reducted to dumb candy zombies of cursi poetry and tenderness.
She asks hersefl, due I need to change this? Are they happier this way? Is this safer for all of them?
She thinks she thinks she thinks. Plot shenanigans and she decides that not. She's not willing to leave them behind. She is gonna find a way to fix this.
In the exact place where Cupid's Arrow (the bomb) impacted is the Heart of the City. The powerful condensed core of all the power that irradiates the place. She´s decided to destroy it, and so she does. The power it expells is so intense that reality bends before your eyes the closer you get. Your mind is destroyed into pure love and delight. She goes closer and closer trying to keep her sanity. No one else can go closer. Only she due to her lack of romantic attraction can go ahead without the light messing almost instantly with her feelings and her mind.
With every step closer, her clothes change into a more "beautiful" version of themselves. Her shoes, her jacket, her pants. All of the muting into the most perfect wedding dress ever seen. She's cryng. She can feel the power of the Heart burning over her skin and her thoughts. All she can feel is loneliness and the weight of "love". She doens't want to marry anyone. She's not gonna bend over the force of love. She's not gonna break apart over the weight of the expectation.
Now she's only two yards away. Her tears are turned almost instantly into roses petals. The dress is every step bigger and bigger and imposible to walk with. The core is trying to stop her. A massive veil covers her face impeding her to see. And with all her forces, with all the strenght in her body and her soul. With the crushing doom of the loneliness in her heart, she rises the bouquet of flowers whose ribbons wrap around her hands like handcuffs inmovilizing her, to reveal the dagger in the middle. She breaks the Heart, forcing it to rip apart with the wounds of a star bleeding light and joy.
The Heart explodes, mitigating the effect of contamination over the place. Her frieds recover the reason and run to see what is happening. She's there, bleeding too from the skin and the eyes, completely dressed in her wedding dress. She faints away.
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