#Yes Yang still loses this fight

[lipeg]

Bad Jaune had left Ever Alter. He had barely taken the first step in Remmant. He was old again.

Jaune: I should have killed that girl

Weiss was jumping for joy in her mind.

Yang: Look on the bright side—

Yang's sentence was interrupted as Jaune armor crumbled to dust.

Underneath the armor.

Jaune was wearing a black shirt that seemed to be clinging to his body, showing off his muscle very good work.

His arms were strong and huge, full of scars.

Jaune looked at team RWBY.

Weiss had her mouth open and was drooling as blood spurted from her nose.

Blake's face turned red.

Ruby just blinked.

Yang: You are now Dilf! A, your sword shining

Yang pointed to Jaune's sword that had fallen to the ground.

Jaune turned to see that his weapon was indeed emitting a strong glow.

His eyes widened for an instant.

He grabbed his weapon and said something very low.

Jaune: Calm down

All except Blake, who was confused by what Jaune had said.

His weapon stopped glowing, Jaune sighed.

Jaune stood, holding the weapon in his left hand. He wasn't holding his weapon by the hilt, he was holding it by the sheath.

Because he didn't have the accessory to hold his weapon.

Ruby: What happened to your armor?

Jaune: Ruby, that armor should have been destroyed a long time ago

Ruby: ?

Jaune: That armor was rubbish, I wish I had gotten rid of it long ago and replaced it with a new one.

Yang: So.... Why didn't you do it?

Jaune: I was cursed

Ruby: By whom?

Jaune: A cursed creature that I should have killed at the first opportunity. That thing still laughs! Just remembering it makes me angry

His eyes began to glow for a moment.

Weiss: What was the curse

Jaune calmed down.

Jaune: I could never take off my armor. If my armor was destroyed, I would die instantly. Also, the armor would lose its resistance with every hit I took

Blake: But your armor is still quite good

Jaune: It's because of my aura

RWBY: What?

Jaune: It is serious? I was in that place for years, do you think I had no training?

RWBY:.... 😶

Jaune: I spent most of my youth training to improve my fighting skills. This allowed me to develop my skills and to evolve my Semblante

Yang: Then why were you so easy to defeat?

Jaune: Curses also diminish my skills a little

Weiss: Wait a minute. You said your armor didn't break because of your aura right?

Jaune: Yeah

Weiss: But that should be impossible. And who was this creature that cursed you, and why did he or she do it?

Jaune: Why didn't I sleep with her

...

...

Yang: She was sexy?

Blake: YANG!

Yang: There must be a reason he doesn't want to have sex

Weiss: Let's get back to the main topic. Who is this woman

Jaune: None of you know her, her name is not found in any fairy tale

Ruby: So who is she, where did you find her

Jaune: She called herself Merlin. I found her while exploring the underground of that place

Weiss: Does that place have a underground?

Jaune: Yes, I would say or I could say that the underground is better than the surface. I had a good time down there and discovered and learned some really interesting things there.

Yang: Come on, does it really matter if she was sexy or not?

Blake: YANG!

Yang: THAT!?

Jaune: *sigh* Yes, Yang, she was sexy

Yang: So why didn't you sleep with her?

Jaune: Why didn't I want

Yang: You are a shame

Jaune: Have you ever looked in the mirror?

Yang: It is clear! I am wonderful, there is no one like me

Jaune started laughing.

Yang: I told the funny guy

Jaune: Yes, in that one I saw the most beautiful women there are

Yang: I doubt

Jaune pulled his scroll out of his pocket.

Jaune: So see

Team RWBY was impressed.

Blake looked at Yang.

Yang looked at Blake.

The two of them were nothing compared to this woman.

Jaune put his scroll in his pocket.

Jaune: Let's go before we get caught in a sandstorm

Ruby and Yang were crying in their uncle's arms.

Weiss was reunited with her family.

Jaune...

Ren:...

Nora:...

Ren:...

Nora:...

Ren:...

Nora:...

Ren:...

Nora:...

Jaune: You're not going to say anything?

Nora: What do you want us to say!?

Ren: Nora is right, we…… We don't expect you like this

Jaune: Like this?

Nora: You look taller!

Jaune: I'm still 180

Nora: You've become a wall of muscles!

Jaune: I'm not even that muscular

Nora: That beard and that ponytail and... That's Pyrrha's

Nora pointed to the piece of cloth in his hair.

Jaune: * Sigh * Yes, that's what was left of her, I couldn't save the rest. I went through hell on earth

Nora and Ren looked at their former leader and saw a man breaking.

Nora: Jaune, can I take a picture of you?

Jaune: Can

When Jaune crossed his arms, Nora ran very quickly and lifted his shirt.

Jaune had a well-defined six-pack and a few scars, but there was one that stood out.

Four horizontal claw marks on the abdomen.

Nora took the photo very quickly before Jaune could do anything.

Jaune looked at Ren.

Ren raised his shoulders and then lowered them because he didn't understand anything.

Jaune: Nora who did you send this photo to?

With a smile on her face, Nora showed her scroll.

His eyes widened a little.

Saphron Cotta-Arc

Single mothers of Atlas

#rwby #jaune arc #old jaune #Dilf Jaune #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #nora valkyrie #lie ren #yang xiao long #RWBY after V9

[babyhedonistt]

Too Close To Touch // SEVEN

warning: violence

“Nick, please, let’s talk about this.” You plead to your brother as he pulls you by the wrist into the dressing room, closing the door behind you. He was too quiet and you didn’t like seeing this side of him. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand. “Y/N, why were you kissing Noah? I thought you couldn’t stand him.” He says. “That’s not true.” You spat, sounding a little too defensive. “Okay, he’s the one who had a grudge against you but, I’m just not understanding how all that tension between you two ended up being sexual.” He stares at you, looking genuinely confused. “Don’t say it like that.” You cringed. You forget that your brother didn’t know the extent of your and Noah’s relationship. He doesn’t even know that the two of you dated three years back.

 Props to Jolly for covering that up.

“I thought Noah was always like a brother to you. You two were close until you suddenly stopped talking. Now Ruffilo is beating him up? His best friend? You tell me everything Y/N, what aren’t you telling me?”

Your brother was always understanding. He was your Switzerland. The Yin to your Yang. “I-I like him, Nick. I think I always have.”

“We got that much, Y/N. Even when you two were younger, he always asked about you, he always watched you while you were in the room. He always made sure you were the first to eat at gatherings. You never noticed it, but I did. That’s why I didn’t flip out when I found out you two were kissing outside. Noah’s in love with you.”

You felt a lump in your throat as you looked at your brother. You weren’t convinced. “Love is an exaggeration, Nick. Infatuated yes, but I don’t know about love.” You tilted your head. “I know how broken he was about losing you 3 years ago.”

Your heart may as well have stopped when your brother said this. “What are you talking about?” You say, barely above a whisper. He leans against the door, tilting his head upward. “C’mon, we were all living together at the time Y/N. He came back home and his eyes were puffy. Tried to push it off as allergies. “he chuckles at the last word.

So he was upset? He didn’t even say a word when he left that day. “He locked himself in his room and he didn’t come out for two days, Y/N.”

Why didn’t Jolly tell you any of this? “Wanna know the best part too?” He adds, taking a step towards you. “When he did, eventually come out, he had 3 songs written with them, one of them was called ‘Just Pretend.”

You couldn’t handle this. You know how much passion Noah puts into the lyrics of his songs. The idea that Just Pretend, their most successful, most intimate song, most sad, and most personal song, one you’ve been ending each show with every night, was about you.

“I know how you two feel about another. That’s why Noah didn’t fight back when Ruffilo started beating him up. “ Folio explains.

“What?” You ask, confused at what he meant. “Y/N, Ruffilo is half Noah’s size. If Noah wanted to defend himself or even throw a few punches back, he could have.”

“Then why didn’t he?” You retort, in disbelief of this man. “Probably because he didn’t want to come off as violent, given how he’s been treating you this past month.”

You felt your stomach just drop. All the way down to your toes as your mouth fell agape. “Where is he?” You asked. Folio shrugs, “Jolly went after him but no one texted me yet. “ He explains checking his phone. You pushed past your brother, going back to the outside alley where the fight happened to see Matt and Ruffilo still standing there. You were fuming. You were upset. You were angry.

You walk straight up to Ruffilo. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

“Y/N don’t start.” He retorts. “He didn’t deserve any of that Nick!” You exclaim pointing to where Noah had stormed off. “Not only did you beat the shit out of your best friend but you slut shamed the fuck out of me for something that you have no business speaking on!” You yell.

Ruffilo fell silent. “Our relationship hasn’t impacted the performance of this band ONCE. You were already getting on him about bitching about having me substitute for my brother, and then you give him shit about attempting to save the reputation of the band by keeping us a secret, because he knew the minute he would have the balls to tell you about us then you would have kicked his ass. And look what happened!” You yell pointing to the spots of blood on the pavement from Noah’s face. You don’t even give him time to respond before you storm off towards where Noah and Jolly had disappeared.

It didn’t take you long to find them at all. They didn’t make it very far. You go around the  side of the building to see Jolly standing over Noah, who was sat on the ground with his head resting against the brick building and his eyes closed. Jolly saw you approaching them and he tapped Noah on the shoulder. “Hey.” He says. Noah opened his eyes and locks eyes with you before waving weakly. “Are you okay?” You asked him, squatting down to his level. “I’m fine. My face has seen better days though.” He admits, chuckling with a sad sigh. His lip started swelling and the blood began to dry, his eye started bruising ever so slightly at the corner. “Is Folio upset?” Jolly prys. You shake your head looking down. “No. I kind of bitched out Ruffilo though, I walked away before I gave him time to respond.” You cringed.

Noah chuckled, his brown hair slightly falling in his eyes before tilting his chin up. “We have a show in less than an hour, I hope we can get this fixed before then.” Jolly sighs. “I’ll be back with the rest.” He ushers his head back around the building, leaving just Noah and I.

A comfortable silence filled the air before you sit cross-legged in front of Noah. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I don’t see what you have to be sorry for.” You responded. He shrugs, playing with the bracelets around his wrist. “I guess I kind of deserved that beating.”

“No. Don’t even try to excuse what Nick did. He had no right to come at you like that. It was childish. He could have really hurt you.”

He looks down before clearing his throat. “It’s been a long time coming with him Y/N. He’s acting like a protective older brother I’ll admit I don’t handle my emotions very well.”

“Is that why you wrote Just Pretend?”

You could see that comment struck a nerve. He stopped playing with his bracelets and he wouldn’t take his eyes off the ground. “Where’d you hear that?” He scoffs. “Noah, I know you’ve lied to me about a lot of shit, but for the love of god please don’t lie to me about this one.” You practically beg him. His eyes slowly work their way up to yours, and they were glossy. “Three years ago, I tried everything in my power to make you leave me.” He admits.

Your eyebrows burrowed with confusion. “Why?”

“Because I had a feeling if three years ago I couldn’t balance my bands popularity, how the hell was I going to handle it now?”

You remained silent as he contninued,

“I figured if I could make you the bad guy, it would save me the trouble of having to break your heart. After that night, when I left, I went home, and I wrote. I wrote Just Pretend about you. I needed to get it out somehow. If I had gotten it out on paper, recorded it and produced it. Then I wouldn’t have my feelings for you pent up and I wouldn’t have to deal with the repercussions.”

To be continued....

Authors note: This was a tough one babies. Lemme know what you think about it :")

#bad omens #bad omens fanfiction #jolly karlsson #nick folio #nick ruffilo #noah sebastian #badomenscult #too close to touch #@flowery mess #@lizzyanthony3 #@darkmxgician

[otto-apocalypse]

Basically, Otto is the main antagonist of HI3. I said antagonist, because while a villain actively wants ill for the main characters, he doesn't want that. He was born in the XV century in Austria, and was the most frail and sickly kid, fifth born of House Apocalypse. He then mets Kallen Kaslana, who instead compliments him and believes in him, and from then on he idolizes her. When they were teenagers, they witness Kallen'a father die to save them, and since the oath of the Kaslana family states to protect the weaks, Otto is then terrified that Kallen will also die the same way. It's then that he unlocks Void Archives, trying to sacrifice his live to resurrect Kallen's father, but she stops him.

Ten years pass and Otto is willing to do anything, even less… ehtic things, to protect her. He also SINGLEHANDEDLY CURER THE PLAGUE. In the XV century. Then she finds out he's doing questionable things and that th Church of Schicksal, founded by the three noble familie Apocalypse, Schariach and Kaslana, is also very sus, nd she flees. In the East she meets Yae Sakura, and they fall in love. But Sakura become sort of a Herrscher (powerful emissaries of Honkai, the main threat of the world) and Kallen has to kill her. She then returns, and sends a letter of excuses to Otto (who never received it) stating that she was wrong to criticize him for what he did for her, when she did the same for Yae. Once back, Schicksal sends her to death, Otto tries everything to stop it, asking her in marriage as last resort (he's always been in love with her, but never confessed because he knew she didn't feel the same, and only wanted her happy). But she refuses, saying that she doesn't want to live if it means being someone else's puppet. So Otto, as the very last resort, asks for help his older sister Risa, who with their newphew was aiming at gaining power over Shicksal. She help, by releasing Honkai beasts during Kallen's death sentence. She tries to protect the people, and ends up dying.

Otto kinda loses it for a while, goes around opening orphanages and taking care of kids, helps the rebellion take Schicksal back from Risa (who was doing even worse experiments), and ends up travelling to the East, to seach for that Immortal who defeated even Kallen, the strongest valkyrie, hoping to find a way to revive Kallen. He mets Sushang, stuff happens, this is the untranslated, unfinished Seven Swords visual novel (where he gets called Raksha and has an outfit similar to HSR) Thanks to VA, he's pretty much immortal himself, but can't revive the dead

For 500 years he protects the world from Honkai. Valkyries exist thanks to him. If humanity managed to fight off Honkai it's thanks to him. All the technologies that allows Valkyries to fight are thanks to him. In the fifties he tries to clone Kallen, and has the clones fight each other, and one refuses to kill another. This clone is Theresa Apocalypse, which he adopts as his grandaughter, and the other is Amber (his secretary). At the same time, the First Eruption happens, and Welt Joyce is the Herrscher of Reason. This is the plot of the Anti-Entropy visual novel. In summary Welt Joyce (welt is literally the german word for "world") is on the side of humanity, but Void Archives does some tricks, and Otto ends up killing Joachim Nokianvirtanen's father, who inherits the core of the Herrscher of Reason from the dying Welt Joyce, thus becoming Welt Yang (Yang is from his mother). Yes, our Welt Yang.

Fast forward in the '90s, the Second Eruption happens, with the Herrscher of the Void, Sirin. They fight, yadda yadda, stuff happens, Welt dies but then resurrects, and not without difficulty humanity manages to kill Sirin. Otto keeps the cores of the Herrchers, because he tries to find a way to make Herrshcers on the side of humanity. At this point, his plan is still to be able to capture the power of the future Herrscher of Death and use it to resurrect Kallen. But an encounter with the Will of Honkai, suggest that this is not the way.

Meanwhile a few years earlier, a descendant of the House Kaslana, Siegfried, has met Cecilia Schariac, they end up together and have a kid, Kiana. Cecilia ends up sacrificing herself to save all Siberia from Herrshcer of the Void, and while she was conscious of this, it was literally her choice, Otto made Theresa, her great friend, think that he killed her with a nuke. Otto tries to find a way to control HoV powers with clones of Kiana, and one of these clones succedes. Little Kiana, of roughly 10 years, decides this clone in a tube must be saved, so her and her father sneak into Schicksal to steal it. Things go horribly wrong, and Kiana gets left behind, almost dead. Otto saves her, and since she doesn't remember anything, gives her the name Bianka Ataegina, aka Durandal. Meanwhile Siegfriend is with Kiana clone, and he gives her the name Kiana, grows her for a while and then leaves to avoid her Sirin personality to emerge. She then goes to school to become a Valkyrie and meets Mei and Bronya. When Sirin ends up awakaning, Otto kidnaps her to Schicksal flying HQ (had she awoken at the school, it would've been a massacre).

She fights, and Himeko's sacrifice awakens Kiana's humanity. She hides away for a while and other stuff happens to other characters. Meanwhile Otto has discovered, also thanks to Su from Previous Era and Durandal, what he has to do to resurrect Kallen. You see, he witnessed many, many parallel universes, and Kallen ALWAYS dies (this is a nod to GGZ).

But to enact his plan he needs HoV powers, and Kiana won't help him willingly. So he devises a plan: in Kolosten, the old Schicksal HQ, he calls everyone. He sends a threat: he's going to reverse time, everyone who's currently in Kolosten will be safe, but everyone else outside will simply cease to exist as time gets reverted back to when kallen was alive. He taunts them all to come and stop him. This is actually a bait, and also his plan B. If the girls couldn't stop him, they'd have no hope against Honkai and future dangers, so 500 more years would be needed. His main plan is to trick Durandal and Kiana to kill him using theyr powers, so he could trascend existence itself.

All the "traps" he devised were actually personalized to each girl and her power, a sort of training. They fight, he gets killed, and manages to reach the Imaginary Tree. There, at the cost of his existence, CREATES new braches of possiiliy to let Kallen live.

His morally grey character has the best writing I've ever seen. His love for Kallen is something so… wonderful, it doesn't fit into romantic nor sexual, he doesn't want her for himself, heck, he doesn't even get to meet her once she finally has a new chance at life. He just wants her happy and safe.

#otto apocalypse #honkai impact 3rd #honkai star rail #luocha #hi3 #hsr #honkai impact

[morethanwonderful]

Out of all of Wei Wuxian's traits, one of the ones that fascinates me the most is how incredibly casual and chummy he is with corpses. All the other cultivators are a bit desensitized to the dead by nature of their profession, yes, but Wei Wuxian in particular treats the dead very much the same as he treats living people, and I think it's simultaneously one of his best and most concerning attributes.

On the good side, the way Wei Wuxian treats the dead is absolutely an extension of his overall goodness and empathy. He stands on the side of those that are looked down on, and nobody faces more discrimination that the dead. He treats the dead like people because they are people, and they deserve to have their voices heard. That's what Empathy's for, and that's why he revives Wen Ning to stand as witness to his own murder. Wen Ning is not a thing! And even when Wei Wuxian is raising armies of dead Wens to fight on his behalf, we get illustrations of him giving a helping hand to a weak old corpse that can't stand on its own.

Wei Wuxian is painted in very deliberate contrast to Xue Yang, who treats the dead as tools and deprives them of agency. His closeness with them is a symbol of his kindness.

However, beyond treating the dead decently and like people, there is a point where his chumminess with them starts to get unsettling, and that's the point where it becomes a reflection of his loneliness and trauma. In particular, I'm thinking of his cuddliness with the ghosts he uses to torture Wen Chao and the corpse girls he's hanging out with when he invites Lan Zhan to drink with him. Because treating the dead with respect is a very different thing from having a corpse lay in your lap as you stroke its hair. And fierce corpses by definition do not have personalities (with Wen Ning as the exception that proves the rule), so treating them as companions to socialize with is rather concerning behavior.

So why is he like this? Isolation and trauma!

It's easy to understate the trauma of Wei Wuxian's three months in the Burial Mound, especially given that we don't see them play out but do get details about so many other horrible moments. But those three months? They Fucked Him Up. In particular, beyond the trauma of the near death experience (or presumably many many near death experiences in a row), he spent the better part of three months without seeing a single other living human. People are not meant to do that.

So what is a person gonna do when he spends three months in Worse Solitary Confinement? And when that solitude is spent on Fierce Corpse Mountain? He's gonna get really weird about corpses. He's gonna turn into the kind of man that would let a murderous ghost he's controlling lay in his lap as he strokes her hair, because for an extended period of time, that is the closest thing to human contact he's had access to.

And later, post-sunshot-campaign, Wei Wuxian does regain access to living humans and society, but he's still incredibly isolated. Just about everyone besides his siblings and Lan Zhan hates and/or is scared of him by the time we hit the scene of him and the fierce corpse girls throwing flowers, so it's no wonder he's hanging out with dead people. He already picked up the habit of replacing company with corpses once, so of course he doesn't see anything wrong with it. Maybe they're there as bodyguards, maybe he's just extremely lonely and doesn't have any human companions to drink with him, or maybe (probably) it's a mix of both. But in any case, it's a pretty clear expression of a horrifying degree of both past and present isolation.

That's why, though he doesn't lose his respect for the dead or his desensitization to touching corpses, we never see him just Hanging Out With Mindless Ghosts in his second life. It's a substitute for real companionship, not a healthy behavior, but lack of company is no longer an issue he has after being resurrected.

He doesn't need an entourage of corpse girls, because this time, when he wants company, he's always got Lan Zhan.

#see also: xy spending years with sl's fierce corpse as his only companion #his fierce corpse that he was controlling completely #respect for the dead is good #but Hanging Out With Corpses You're Controlling is pretty deeply unhealthy #and it's a good habit for wwx to have broken #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mdzsposting #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #oh and this is why I'm so mad that the donghua cut out that creepy-ass scene of the Wen Chao torture #Wwx being a fucked up little guy with trauma that makes him Weird About Corpses is deeply important to me #and important to his character #and the donghua really nerfed his fucked up little guy levels #(and I'm guessing cql did as well. but I haven't actually watched it) #wei wuxian #wei wuxian my beloved #english major hours #long post

[itsclydebitches]

I think one of the things that bothers me most about the way RWBY has handled the whole b/umbleby thing is the fact that volume 9 kind of puts paid to the idea that their relationship was a 'slow burn'.

If it were a slow burn, if their relationship had been steadily growing and changing over the past few volumes and according to their experiences, then that burn ultimately resolving and becoming explicit and them getting together would have been a significant milestone that changed things between them so completely they could never go back to how things were before.

But... nothing changed. If you took out the confession and the kiss and Ruby's (understandable) anger... you'd never be able to tell anything had changed between them. They have the same level of physical affection and tenderness they've had since volume 6. They don't talk to each other any differently. There's been no change in their behavior, no evidence they are now a couple in a way that they were not before except their one single kiss. And that's just deeply unsatisfying to me.

This criticism popped up after the episode aired and I came across a couple of posts that, with lesser and greater respect, pushed back against it. One in particular was rather snide, asking what RWDE folks expected to change: for them to be kissing non-stop? Declaring their undying love at ten-minute intervals? Pulling out a ring for marriage? People are still themselves while dating, you know. Besides, they're a little busy at the moment!

Now, I personally believe that yes, there should be changes to their behavior. I likewise believe that this could have easily been accomplished if a) Blake and Yang hadn't already gone through the physical displays of affection that RWBY uses to confirm a romantic relationship (primarily hand-holding) and b) if they hadn't jumped straight to "I love you." Removing the numerous moments of hand-holding since Volume 6 would have left that as an easy, visual indicator of the change in their relationship (rather than the confusing "So are they canonical or not??" we got for three years). Likewise, having them admit to having a crush could have opened the door to actually dating which in turn could have eventually led to the big "I love you" moment. That's how you do a slow-burn post-confession: breaking up all those relationship milestones and thus making time for the characters to run into obstacles and celebrate the success of each step forward. The way bumblebee has been written, it simultaneously feels far too slow (why did it take 4+ years for them to admit they like each other?) and simultaneously way too fast (they don't actually admit that they like each other, but that they're IN LOVE).

Beyond what all might have been added though, I think it's worth considering what might have been lost in a better written romance. Slow-burns, as mentioned above, thrive on obstacles. There has to be a reason why the characters don't get together, whether that's internal ("I'm too afraid of commitment to date them") or external ("Our families will lose their shit if we date"). Seriously, this is like writing 101, yet Bumblebee gave us NOTHING. For literal years there was no reason, internal or external, why they couldn't/wouldn't admit to their feelings, which not only begs the question of why in the world it took a magical prison to force them to confess, but ensures that their relationship doesn't change as a result of that weight being lifted from their shoulders. If Blake was scared of what it would mean for her to love a human, or if Yang was scared to commit after losing so much else in life, or if there was homophobia to deal with in Remnant, or if they both wanted to wait until the Salem fight was over, or if they honestly didn't realize they had romantic feelings, or if one of them needed to come to terms with being queer first, or if there was a literal curse at play that hindered the relationship somehow... there are a HUNDRED ways to provide obstacles and the removal of any one of them would have changed both the character(s) and their relationship with each other.

Not to continually bring up my blorbo Trent Crimm, but Ted Lasso does this beautifully. With the removal of his obstacle (inability to admit that he's gay) Trent becomes a radically different person from who he was in Season One; a more authentic person. His style changes, he smiles more, his conversation becomes more "dorky," and his relationships with the rest of the cast likewise develops. What would Yang look like if she went on a journey of coming out as queer? What would Blake look like if she kept her activist roots by fighting for the right to date a human? How would they both act post-kiss if they'd been afraid, for whatever reason, to show that level of affection in public before? Something like holding hands could have been a radical act -- it IS for real queer people!! -- rather than a generic, cutsey detail we've been getting for years now.

Instead, as you say, anon, literally nothing changes. I am 99.9% convinced that Ruby wouldn't even know Yang was now dating Blake if they hadn't exited the storm still kissing because them sitting close and occasionally holding hands has been their norm since VOLUME SIX. Nothing changes because RT didn't do any of the work to write an actual, romantic relationship. They wrote a couple of years worth of implied queerbaiting and then confirmed it when it looked like RWBY would be cancelled. We don't know anything about them in regards to romance and/or sexuality. When did Yang realize she likes girls when she started the series only appreciating guys? Is Blake expected to marry anyone in particular given her status as the pseudo-princess of Menagerie? Have either of them ever been in a relationship before? Do they have any idea what they want out of a relationship? Does the fact that they're on a supposedly doomed quest with their world hanging in the balance have any bearing on their long-term plans? There are fictional couples who avoid admitting feelings because of the presumed hopelessness of their plot and there are those that grab at a relationship and hold on with both hands because they're determined to live and love for whatever time they have left. Bumblee offers none of this. Their love exists only between the two of them, primarily off-screen, separate from both the plot and the rest of the cast.

The fact that Yang never once talks to Ruby about her feelings and then the Volume drops Ruby's annoyance really says it all. Of course nothing changes. RT doesn't want to write a Blake/Yang subplot. They just want to have a queer couple among the main team to bring in viewers and sell merch. The fandom has done ALL the work to make Bumblebee a nuanced, heart-felt love story. It literally, barely exists on screen and what little we have gotten often makes no sense. They hide their feelings when they have no reason to. Yang is worried about a fight with Blake that never happened. They both say they love things about the other that sound like a list of generic Good Characteristics, rather than traits that actually align with these characters. They're caught kissing thanks to the magical world they're in and the characters treat this as a given, giving the story an excuse not to engage with their reactions because again, the story isn't interested in that. One reaction is tossed in for the drama? Don't worry, the tree will cure Ruby of her understandable anger that Yang is more concerned with holding Blake's hand than her sister's tragedy-inducing depression. Everything is only canon in the moment.

Outside of the kiss checkbox there's no romance here and, thus, no reason to show its development. All RT needed was to get one kiss on screen and then boom, their merch sells out and (they hope) Volume 10 is greenlit. Don't get me wrong, I'm still pleased it's actually confirmed now, but it's nevertheless the fans who are doing all the work to make this an epic love story, not the writers.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

[howlingday]

Weiss: But there's something else. Having these two characters fight each other isn't just two people fighting. They've been iconic symbols for generations, so it could also be classified as a fight between ideologies, or even cultures! When you put that at stake, who would want either of them to lose?

Yang: Uh... Ya think maybe you might be overthinking this by just a smidge?

Weiss: We'd never intend this, but when you ask the questions about what we're doing, how could people NOT take what we say and conclude as anything other than fact, even when fiction itself is always up to the viewer's interpretation?! Are we stripping characters of their value by simplifying their feats as a way of having them compete in a vacuum of violence? And if so, then what's the point?! (SLAP!)

Yang: Because it's fun, Weiss! God dammit, woman! Don't you know there's always more than one way to appreciate something? We're having a great time talking about super awesome characters, slapping them against each other like action figures out on the playground! And that's okay!

Weiss: ...Y-Yes. You're right.

Yang: Like it or hot, whether your favorite won or not, that fight was a hit... girl!

Weiss: Ugh! That was your worst pun yet!

Yang: Oh, come on! It fit them both!

Weiss: It's just so lazy!

Yang: Well, I don't see you coming up with the puns!

Weiss: I do the math! You do the puns!

Yang: Well, maybe if you did your math better than I punned, then maybe my favorite character would have won!

Weiss: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

Ruby: (Shuts door) See you next week, Blake.

Blake: See you, Ruby.

Ruby & Blake: (Leave while WY still fight)

#rwby #death battle #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #ruby rose #blake belladonna

[chaikachi]

Speaking about tension and conflict to build romance:

Bumbleby's conflict was Adam stalking Blake,and Yang upset by her leaving because Blake was scared,but gradually more relieved as she proved that she would always stayed by her side and fight together

Renora's conflict was Ren being stubborn and almost risking his life to a grimm that killed both his parents and Nora stopping him,leading them to a better strategy attack

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We already saw Oscar suggesting Ruby to tell Ironwood the truth,maybe Oscar will struggle to 'share her burden' because she's like her sister and doesn't like being vulnerable? Or maybe it will be about the merge and we'll have a parallel to Blake in V1 talking about "the man with two souls fighting for control" ?

Of the main three ships, they all had a big tension and conflict leading up to V8, and then had a secondary one just by virtue of the separation in Atlas.

Yes BB's conflict was Adam plus Blake running away while Renora's was Ren's tunnel vision in v4... but then in V8 Yang is worried that Blake thinks less of her for prioritizing Mantle over Amity. And Ren and Nora are having a conflict of ideals AND miscommunication.

For Rosegarden, their conflict started with not agreeing on how to handle Ironwood and then became stretched out by ending up on opposite teams while Atlas was falling. The difference between RG and the other ships is that eVERYONE ELSE GOT TO STAY REUNITED AT THE END OF V8, BUT RG DIDN'T. 😭😭😭

I have a feeling the rest of their conflict in the Vacuo arc is going to have multiple layers and be very personal to their individual characters. For starters, there's a matter of how to sort out leadership. Ruby used to be head of the team and became the symbol of hope for All of Remnant after her broadcast... but in her absence, Oscar will have stepped up to the plate in her place. There's going to be some fumbling to get them back on the same page again to a point where they are properly sharing the weight of their burdens together.

Then we know that Oscar probably thinks she died! :'D Which, in tandem with his attachment, admiration, and protectiveness of her in the past, sets him up perfectly to not want to lose her again. Be that struggling with sticking too close, keeping his distance from not wanting to get too attached again (too bad boy, you can't run from this), or a mix of both... it's anyone's guess how he'll handle it.

We also know, thanks to Neo, just how important Oscar is to Ruby and that the thought of losing him is something she literally could not handle. So there is almost certainly going to be a mutual protectiveness going on there. they can have a LITTLE codependency, as a treat. /lh

We also have VERY SOLID SETUPS for their individual character arcs mirroring each other so strongly. And it's impossible for those themes to not be explored at this point.

From their very introductions, they both address each other's core conflicts with their first words to each other.

Oscar: Woah, you... have silver eyes.

Silver eyes being symbolic of her burden as Salem's adversary and the mirror that reflects humanity's hope back onto darkness.

Ruby: Who... are you?

Oscar being the next (and likely final) Ozcarnation who's entire character arc is a struggle of identity.

Oscar's "I always knew I wanted to be more than a farmhand... but this? Who would ask for this?" to Ruby's "I wanted to be the hero, like the stories that my mom read to me."

Oscar's "I thought the idea of falling through Remnant into a new world was... exciting. I never understood why she was so sad when she finally made it back home." to Ruby's "I don't want to be me anymore."

Ruby's "What if you could be anyone?" to Oscar's "I'm just going to be another one of his lives, aren't I?"

god the way they've written this story... i sincerely don't understand how people can watch ALL of this, all the moments i didn't mention cause i'm too lazy to turn this thread into another essay, and still say they don't see it. 😭

however their conflict is handled, i know i'm going to be very not normal about it every step of the way and i'm so freaking excited

#asks #ask #anon #anono #rwby #rosegarden

[misrepresentedmorallygrey]

PROPAGANDA

Raven Branwen

she's so fucked up she abandoned her child and her teammates and became the leader of a tribe of bandits but also she abandoned her child and teammates because she felt she couldn't contribute to them in helpful ways and they were better off without her but it could also be seen as selfish because she didn't want to do the work to become better and she felt like they were fighting a losing battle and she couldn't keep the same hope as them. fandom either sees her as sexy did-what-she-had-to-do-did-nothing-wrong or as an evil irredeemable villain and she's not either!!!!!! she's somewhere in between!

Gon Freecss

It's ALWAYS the beef between people saying he's actually a monster and the ones saying "he's just a kid and he never did anything wrong in his entire life". The first ones won't accept the fact that Gon is kind with his loved ones. That he's hurt and did bad things when he was hurt. That he cares for his friends. That he is naive and really acts as a child. That the monster he is inside isn't ALL that he is – only a part of what he is. That a big part of how he acts was caused by the fact all of the adults in his life never saw the red flags and pushed him to keep acting like that because "haha quirky kid". The second ones won't accept the fact that Gon is selfish – it's literally said multiple times in the canon that he is but you know, selfish is an "actually bad flaw that only bad people have so he can't be". They won't accept the fact that his naivety is the thing that makes him morally grey because he can't tell the difference between good or bad. That he doesn't really care for anyone except him and his friends / family. That he was literally called a monster, canonically. That he would destroy the world and then himself with no hesitation because he's hurt. That him being young is, yes, a point, but that doesn't mean he's "just a little angel uwu". That's simply NOT how his character is written. The worst problem I think, is that none of these people seems to acknowledge the fact Gon is supposed to represent the yin part of yin and yang (while his best friend, Killua, represents the yang). Gon is supposed to be "in light there is darkness". How the light can actually be monstruous, maybe more than darkness, but it is still light. While Killua is supposed to be "in darkness there is light" and how darkness can be pure, maybe more than light, but it's still darkness – they seem to get the yang part more for some reasons ? The yin and yang analogy is my favorite trope ever and it's so sad to see this fandom watering it down because they won't accept the fact Gon is morally grey.

#misrepresented morally grey #round 1 #bracket c #both bracket #rwby #raven branwen #hunter x hunter #gon freecss

[ronaldofandom]

The Sun will Shine on us Again!

RRR short drabble. RamBheem. No warnings.

Bheem teaches Ram how to hope. How to count his blessings.

Coming out of my retirement to write for my friend @carminavulcana. She deserves all the love/positivity right now, and she categorically demanded that I don't give up writing.

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It was no secret that Ram and Bheem were poles apart. Yin and Yang. Classic case of opposites attract. Two forces of nature, brought together by destiny. 

Ram looked at life as a duty. Always dreading new curveballs that his treacherous destiny would throw his way next.

Bheem looked at life as a journey with both ups and downs. The lows can be low, but the highs can be very high. Irrespective, life finds a way for you sooner or later if you submit to the journey and trust enough. If you give all you have, yet not losing hope that someone up there has some plan for you.

The differing mindsets came to the fore many times. This was one of those times.

Ram and Bheem were sitting on a makeshift bench in the community courtyard while the villagers in Adilabad were gearing up to prepare for a wedding that evening. The first major celebration since Bheem had safely brought Malli home a month back.

They looked at the festive mood. Dressed-up women rushed from one hut to the other, checking if anyone needed any help. Men checked the arrangements and food preparations. Bride and groom getting ready in huts far apart, with their set of friends giggling around them. 

The energy and joy were contagious. It made Bheem giddy. It made Ram melancholic.

Both had come back from a week-long trip just that morning. They needed to do some supply runs and check for any information on enemies sniffing around them. The trip was a mixed bag. The nearby villages were iffy to join in the revolution - not finding the courage to fight or get involved in something that was ‘not their fight.’ Ram made a passionate speech that it was everybody’s fight. But Bheem saw the fear behind the hesitation and stopped Ram from insisting further. He wished everyone well and walked away, leaving Ram extremely confused and borderline irritated.

The irritation intensified with the celebratory mood.

‘Anna - what’s wrong?’

Bheem had been side-eyeing Ram for a while. His constant foot tapping a giveaway to his restlessness. 

‘The question should be - ‘what’s right’? And the answer is ‘fucking nothing.’

Bheem glared at Ram for using the curse word when the women & children were so close by. Ram looked at him in disbelief.

‘Seriously, that’s what bothers you? Not the zillion more terminal things facing us?’

‘Yes. Because none of that is an excuse for us to misbehave like this.’

‘WHY? WHY THE HELL NOT?’

‘If a man had a terrible day at work, if he worked for 18 hours like a donkey but still got humiliated every second, would it be justified for him to come back drunk & slap his wife, to take out his frustration on her?’

When Ram stayed mum, clean-bowled by his analogy, Bheem patted his shoulder and smiled at him.

Ram jerked under his touch and slid a bit further away on the bench. He didn’t like being schooled like that.

Bheem gave him his space and went back to enjoying the hustle and bustle, forgetting all his troubles in the momentary joys.

Ram felt like a child who had just thrown a tantrum, which was not being entertained by any elder.

That irritated him further. Ram knew he wasn’t talking crap. His misgivings were justified. He wasn’t throwing a fit for no reason. In fact, if anyone was being unreasonable, it was Bheem. For ignoring the obvious. For not worrying about the mountain of danger staring them in the face.

‘Isn’t this silly, Bheem? This celebration, this community gathering, isn’t all of this pointless? How could any of you lose focus on such trivialities? We are being constantly hunted. We just heard on our trip how the Empire has brought in heavy reinforcements. They want to make an example of us. They want to skin us alive for the country to see what happens if anyone revolts against them. We should be thinking of plans, strategies, supplies, and alliances, instead of frolicking around like this. Can you not see it, or are you being blind on purpose?’

Upon hearing this tirade, Bheem swiftly dragged Ram to the edge of the courtyard, near the trees, away from everyone else. They didn’t need to hear his cynicism.

‘Anna - have you ever stopped worrying about tomorrow and focused on the now? Have you ever tried to count your blessings?’

Ram looked at him like he had suddenly grown horns.

‘My blessings? Mine?’

‘Yes, yours.’

‘And what would those be, pray tell?’

‘For starters, you are alive, aren’t you?’

Bheem had never been this upfront with Ram before. Never used this direct tone before. It made the older man sit up and take notice.

And he wasn’t wrong. Rotting in that solitary cell, Ram didn’t think he would survive. But he did. Because of Bheem.

‘You have food to eat, a roof over your head, clothes to cover yourself. Most importantly, you have people who love you unconditionally. The people in your village - they will follow you to the end of this world. Even though they didn’t hear from you in years, their trust in you remains. Is that not something to be thankful for?’

Well, Ram hadn’t thought of it that way. Amidst all the burden of responsibilities and the guilt of not getting to his Baba’s target fast enough, he never paused to count his blessings. He didn’t think there were any. Did he take his people and their love for him for granted? Ram couldn’t tell anymore. 

He never thought how his Uncle gave up everything for the mission too and made his whole life about Ram, leaving his own family behind in the village. Yet, he never compromised his morals, unlike his wretched nephew. The man had a silent strength, like his Baba, and he shielded Ram with everything he had. In all these years, Ram had never heard him complain or crib about his duties. Why couldn’t he do the same? Did he not have the fortitude of his Uncle? Did he not have his spirit? Why did he put himself in a jail of his own making all these years?

Bheem watched how his words had started to resonate. And like the hunter that he was, he went for the kill then.

‘You also have the most valuable blessing in the world, in the form of that woman over there who worships you. Her trust never wavered, her love never faded, her hope never vanished, her spirit is as resolute as ever. The only thing that has changed is you. She sees a man devoid of feelings, a broken shell of a man. Was this the Ram she knew all her life? The one she waited for, the one she will wait for, always, not matter what happens. Is this what she deserves, the remnants of whatever soul you had, because you refuse to stop blaming yourself for everything?’

That hurt. Like a slap in the face. Ram recoiled from the imaginary impact. His heart’s shield was compromised, but his brain refused to submit.

What did Bheem know of what Ram went through all these years? What did he know of his pain? He was alone in a world he hated, in the company that looked down on him, that treated him like some despicable rodent. He had always been alone. What did Bheem know of that?

Ram didn’t realise he had blurted half of it out loud. It was Bheem’s turn to give him a melancholic smile.

‘Anna - you are not the only one touched by tragedy. My parents died when I was very young too. My father was murdered, brutally. In front of the village. And he wasn’t even starting a revolution. He was killed for just being who he was. Who I am. Who they hate. For breathing in the same air as they do. For living on the same land. For just existing. They hate us for that. And they killed my father for it. I saw it too. And then, I saw my mother wither away from the pain of it.’

Why didn’t Ram know this? Why hadn’t Bheem shared this before? But then, Bheem rarely talked about his troubles. Bearing them on his soul, yet managing to keep it intact and alive. Ram was so envious of that ability.

No one could tell Bheem was carrying such a burden. While everyone could tell something was wrong with Ram from a mile away. Bheem was stronger, not just in physical abilities.

‘I was made protector at the age of 15, because I was my father’s son. The burden of that duty was beyond anything I could imagine, but I did it out of love. Till date, it hasn’t felt like an obligation, something that is tying me down. My people look at me the same way yours look at you. But I draw my strength from it, instead of being weighed down.’

Bheem was saying a lot without saying much directly. Quite frankly, no one had spoken that way to Ram in his life. Shown him the mirror like this. Sita could have, but for some reason, she hadn’t. Was it out of love or unconditional faith? Ram didn’t know. Maybe she didn’t think Ram was ready to face the harsh truth, that she was as much a victim of this whole thing as he was, yet she came out of it like a warrior, and his real self had succumbed to the pain of it.

She was also stronger than him. Like Bheem. Like his uncle. The list was getting longer.

Bheem wasn’t done yet. It killed him to speak that way to his Anna. But it needed to be done. Ram was killing himself every day, and Bheem couldn’t bear to see it anymore. To see his best friend throw away his life like this.

‘Look at these people, Anna. Do you think they haven’t lost loved ones? They haven’t been subjected to the trauma that you and I have? I can tell you one thing safely - every man, woman and child in this village knows about loss. About fear. About death. About injustice. Should they give up hope and live in that gloom every second of their life? No, they will wither away like that. As would you. The glass will always be half empty - such is the way of life. At least, our life. Which is probably one tier below your village also, since we don’t have the protection of caste, or civilisation, or traditional education. But if we stop living, stop trying to find joys in little things, then what are we even fighting for? Isn’t the purpose of life to be happy? Isn’t that the goal for everyone?’

Ram felt like he was in the city square in Delhi, tied, while Bheem was giving him whiplashes. Not physically, but with his words. They didn’t hurt much lesser than the actual ones.

He suddenly felt very small for holding this tiny celebration against the villagers. If he had killed his spirit, that didn’t mean everyone else’s had died too. 

‘I think you get my point already, my dear brother. Life is too short. It will be what we make of it. At least, we can try right? It will keep throwing curveballs like it always does. But we can run, dodge, duck, do whatever it takes to survive. Time and tide wait for none. Life carries on. We have to find a way to go along with it, and make whatever memories we can in that short span. We can’t control everything. Heck we can’t control anything. But there is still joy and respite in believing. In going with the flow. In trusting the universe. You tell me, if there was no divine intervention, then what the hell is that woman doing in my life?’

Ram looked up to see his friend gazing adoringly at Jenny, who had dressed in ethnic attire today, and was sitting in the middle of the ladies, playing with their little ones.

Their bond had flummoxed the hell out of Ram. It was the most impractical, illogical and nearly impossible thing in the world. They barely even understood each others’ words. Yet, here they were. Together. Fighting all odds. It didn’t make any sense, yet, somehow, it was their reality. Some stars had aligned somewhere to make this work.

Bheem turned to his friend then. Smiling. Gosh, that smile was infectious. And those eyes, which were a window to his pure soul, were gleaming with hope too.

‘Someday, Anna, our kids will call this country their own. Our future generations will live with pride and rights. No amount of oppression can block that. It’s only a matter of time. We may lose a few battles in the next few decades. We may even have to sacrifice our lives. But, we will win the war. I know it in my heart. And that, Anna, is what gives me hope. Despite the setbacks we face every day.’

Ram’s mouth opened and closed like a mute duck. He didn’t know what to feel. Rather, he was feeling way too much after many years, and he didn’t know how to handle that. He didn’t know what to do with himself.

Bheem wrapped an arm around his shoulder, his usual sunshine smile plastered on his face. He looked so much like the Akhtar he had known. His best friend. His only friend.

‘Go towards what gives you hope, that’s all I can tell you. That’s what will bring you peace. I am going to mine now, will you go to yours?’

He wiggled his eyes in Ram’s face and then jogged back to the gathering.

Jenny had saved a spot next to hers. Bheem went straight to her and sat down. Their eyes met. Followed by their hands. In a few seconds, they were submerged in their own world. Dreaming of a future.

Ram wanted to throw a rock at Bheem that very instant, for being able to switch off so easily. While a zillion therapists would quit their profession if tasked with sorting out Ram.

But Ram didn’t need a zillion therapists. His Bheem was enough.

He thought back to Bheem’s last words, which he uttered while jogging back.

‘I forgot to mention myself in your list of blessings. You have me. What more do you want? People tend to find me quite loveable and adorable.’

He was indeed that. And a lot more. Bheem had saved Ram in more ways than one. He had shown him the right path. And maybe, just now, he had saved him one more time. 

Ram looked tentatively at Sita, who looked as serene as ever. She hadn’t saved a spot next to hers. She didn’t have the assurance of Ram’s company and togetherness. Because unlike Bheem, he hadn’t made any conscious effort to communicate. While Bheem had poured his heart out in the last one month, despite the language barrier, Ram had barely spoken to Sita outside of the things necessary for the mission.

Was Bheem right? Was potential contentment staring him in his face and he was too blind to see it? 

Life is what you make of it.

These precious words of his closest friend played in his heart over and over. Maybe there was hope after all, even for someone as beyond redemption as him. 

Maybe, the sun will shine on them again. Soon. And forever this time.

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Whoever got the reference of 'the sun will shine on us again' is extra special - it's my favorite movie bond ever :)

Would love to hear your thoughts, as always :)

@irisesforyoureyes @rambheem-is-real @thewinchestergirl1208 @eremin0109 @eenadu-varthalu @rorapostsbl @yehsahihai @budugu @maraudersbitchesassemble @justmeand-myinsight @rambheemisgoated @rosayounan @jrntrtitties @obsessedtoafault @rambheemlove @jjwolfesworld @alikokinav @iam-siriuslysher-lokid @dumdaradumdaradum @lovingperfectionwonderland @chaanv @ssabriel @milla984 @kaagazkefool @boochhaan @mesimpleone @filesbeorganized @ladydarkey @teddybat24 @stanleykubricks @burningsheepcrown @veteran-fanperson @ronika-writes-stuff @beingmes-blog @yonderghostshistories @nisreenart @chaidrivenwhore @bheemaxrama @umbrulla @mizutaama @rosefulmadness @gifseafins @fangirlshrewt97 @voidsteffy @maooyinysparkle @amalthea9 @vijayasena @stars-in-the-distance @astrafangs

#rrr #tarak #jr ntr #bheem #ntr jr #charan #rambheem #bheem rrr #ram #bheemjenny #jenny rrr #sita rrr #ramsita

[citadelofmythoughts]

Admittedly Tai has always been kind of a sore spot for me cause while he did heavily mess up his oldest daughter and does poorly in his attempts to help her, he also gives genuinely good advice during Yang’s tough time. Now, I’m not saying that he did it for the right reasons as it mainly seemed like him trying to rush Yang out of the house to help Ruby, but his advice DID help her by addressing issues that she DID have and I so often see people dismiss it.

Specifically about her fighting style and semblance. He tells her that she’s can’t always face opponents head on (The Malachite twins, Junior, the Nevermore, Torchwick in the Paladin, Neo, Neon, Mercury, and of course Adam; maybe Arslan too since she consistently had Yang stumbling during their fight). Practically ever opponent she faced has been with a “rush ‘em” strategy that so often ends with her nearly losing or at least taking a bad hit.

Additionally, he tells her that she can’t rely on her semblance; which she had for nearly every fight previously listed, because her’s (unlike most people’s semblances) is a very limited one with a high chance to fail and leave her vulnerable as a result.

Yes he uses frustrating terms like calling her semblance a “temper tantrum”, but his advice is genuinely good and she obviously takes it to heart with how much better her fights go afterwards.

My bottom line is he’s a good fighting teacher for her, but not really a dad beyond the biological title. And it’s kind of annoying to see the single good thing he’s done be spat on.

Ehhhhh, I'm still not convinced that Tai's advice was even that great or applicable to Yang.

Yang was strategic in her fights and the only times she lost were to Neo who was an unknown quantity and is OP and Adam after she'd been out fighting Grimm, looking for Blake and emotionally compromised after seeing her stabbed.

Yes, she has been using her semblance more effectively but I'd argue that comes with experience not to mention she's been shown recently to be able to use her semblance mid-fight without leaving her vulnerable.

[cowgremlin11]

For vikdecai ideas/prompts:

Mordecai 'visits' while Viktor is still healing from a wound, maybe it's vague on whether he actually did it or not as it's from Viktors perspective who might not have a clear head at the moment

Mordecai meets Viktor after the kneecapping incident, things are very very awkward and tense and neither of them are happg about it but for whatever reason they can't fight right now (maybe both are in a position where they can't currently give their location away by yelling at each other)

anon your BRAIN.

anyways i did the first one since i could have fun fucking w viktors head :) its pretty loose cus Someone Is Having A Sick

ficlet under the cut hehe

Viktor’s stuck at home after taking a bullet to the chest. He’s lucky to be alive is what he was told. Viktor stubbornly believes that he can do his job fine, but the horse doctor Mitzi called to the scene had given him strict orders to stay home and let himself recover. He isn’t happy about the situation, but he’ll rest if it means everyone gets off his case about it.

It’s honestly awful being all alone like this. Yes, he hates the way noise incessantly chatters on, but dead silence is far more grating right now. The emptiness of it all makes him feel like he’s going to lose his mind. It leads to his thoughts running wild as Viktor desperately tries to catch them before he falls into a depressive spiral.

As of late he’s been failing at the task of wrangling his own mind. He ends up thinking of all he’s lost. He thinks of the things that were taken from him. The honourable man he once was. The family he tore from his own hands. The happiness he once felt. Everything had been ripped to pieces over the years by himself and the people he once knew.

Mordecai was the one who took the most from him that day he left a bullet in Viktor’s knee. Mordecai’s the reason he’s stuck standing behind that damned counter. Mordecai’s the reason he’s been in this downward spiral for the past few months.

It’s not like he enjoys thinking about what Mordecai did to him, but sometimes his mind has other plans. Every time his mind lands on his old partner he starts out angry, but then his thoughts begin to trickle down into the fuzzy memories of their time together.

He likes remembering how it felt to hold the smaller one close to his chest. The intimacy of when they would press their foreheads together. The smell of a warm breakfast in the morning. The sound of rain drumming against the window.

He misses his old partner every day. He can’t help it. They had a real connection that he’s never had or will ever have again. They’re completely different ends of a spectrum the way left is to right, north to south, yin to yang; both opposite but reliant on the other. That's how they worked so well in the past, after all.

He’d give anything to see Mordecai right now. He’d rather spend the awful weeks of recovery ahead with Mordecai at his side. He just wants to hear that familiar-

Ra-ta-ta.

Viktor shakes his head. He must’ve just been hallucinating that knock. But again— Ra-ta-ta. More urgently— Ra-ta-ta.

“Viktor, it’s me. Open the door.”

The voice is all too familiar to him. Smooth with no discernible accent, but so distinctly the voice of the black and white triggerman who’s running from his past. Viktor’s heart tightens with a myriad of emotions.

Viktor tries to sit up, but Mordecai’s already walked into the flat. Had the door been unlocked? Viktor rubs his remaining eye and struggles to recall what he has and hasn't done. He looks up and focuses on the image of Mordecai Heller. He looks the same as he did all those months ago: beautiful.

Mordecai stands a few feet away and gives him a once over. “I heard about your injury,” he says.

Viktor just keeps staring in awe. He doesn’t know what to say at the moment. He’s just stuck sitting in his chair with a dumb look on his face. It’s more so the fact that Mordecai’s here at all that has him so stunned. He’s dressed in what Mordecai considers casual: a nice button up, a crisp tie, silk pants, and his business shoes. Can’t forget his classic pince-nez pinching his muzzle to stay in place.

He should punch those glasses right off his face, but he can’t bring himself to it.

“Vhat are you doing here?” Viktor asks with a rasp to his voice.

Mordecai doesn’t answer him. Instead, he feels Viktor’s cheek and forehead to check his temperature.

“Have you been taking care of yourself? Ugh, you haven’t changed one bit,” he says with an annoyed tone. “Stay there, I’m sure you haven’t been eating as well as you should be. I’ll make you something.”

Viktor’s ears flick back grumpily as he watches Mordecai go to the kitchen. He can sit and sulk all he wants, but he has to admit to himself that he’s missed the fussing. He’s missed their time together. He’s missed Mordecai.

But Mordecai doesn’t come back with anything. He doesn’t come back at all; the flat is quiet once more. Viktor is alone with the painful memory of a love he once had, and the strain of a bleeding lung.

#unsure if ill post it to ao3 #im abt to go see a movie so if i do thatll be in a few hours #vikdecai #viktor vasko #lackadaisy #lackadaisy cats #mordecai heller #mordecai x viktor #fanfiction #lackadaisy fanfiction

[bridgyrose]

One hundred and twelve days. It had been one hundred and twelve days since Penny had been rebuilt after her death at Beacon, every day filled with training to keep her from falling once again. Every day became a new challenge. A different grimm to fight that was caught from the tundra, missions to clear out caves and tunnels that the grimm like to rest in, all in an attempt to hone her skills. 

“Penny Polendina.” 

Penny jumped up as she heard her name being called by General Ironwood, saluting him as she looked up at him. “Yes, General?” 

Ironwood looked her over before motioning her to follow him. “Its time for your test.” 

Penny gave a quiet nod as she followed him, running the protocols that she normally did for each training session. She gave a little skip as she tested the thrusters in her boots, pleased that they were still working as needed. Her swords started to make their way out of her back as she tested their movement again, putting them away once she confirmed everything was working. Thrusters: on standby, weapons: ready, power levels: ninety percent, plenty of time before her next recharge was needed. Ready for anything she was going to be put up against. 

Or atleast, she thought she was. Penny nearly froze as she laid eyes on Amity Arena, memories flooding in when she felt the wires of her swords wrap around her. She put her hand on her arm, nearly squeezing it like she had seen Ruby do to calm herself in a panic attack before closing her eyes and purging the memories of her death. They were unnecessary. Distractions that would keep her from doing everything she needed to be the protector of Atlas. 

“I know it wasnt that long ago that you were here and killed,” Ironwood started as he led her down to the arena floor. “But this will be your final test to prove that you’re ready to defend Atlas. You wont have to worry about grimm or any of the training bots that Specialist Schnee liked to put you up against. Instead, we’ll consider this… target practice.” 

“I am not sure I understand,” Penny said as she followed Ironwood down to the bottom of the arena, looking around at the rebuilt stands. She could remember where everyone was sitting that day, how Ruby was there one moment and then gone the next, that Weiss and Blake had chosen to skip out to go around the festival grounds, Yang being on house arrest until the end of the tournament. Her fingers twitched as she held onto each memory, trying to focus on everything in front of her. “If I am not fighting grimm, then what will be my targets?” 

“Images of those who you’re supposed to protect Atlas from. I’ll give you a few minutes to prepare before we start.” 

Penny nodded as she watched General Ironwood make his way up to the control room, closing her eyes as she tried to focus on the task at hand. All she had to do was destroy the targets that appear, prove she can be the protector of Atlas. Defeat the targets, become the protector of Atlas. 

The arena started to awaken and Penny opened her eyes as she watched the floor open up and hard light platforms started to appear. Then, she saw the targets as the appeared: small disks with the faces of past enemies of Atlas. It only took a moment for her to start tracking them as they moved around with the platforms, powering up her thrusters as she took to the air. With a blast of energy, she shot at the first target, releasing a shower of sparks. Then, she shot at the next target, running through the sparks that came from the targets. Her vision faltered for a moment as she landed on one of the platforms, losing track of the targets. 

“Dont falter now, Penny,” Ironwood said through the speaker system. “Only a few more targets.” 

Penny nodded as her vision started to clear up and she was able to start tracking the targets again. She rushed through, slicing through the rest of the targets as showers of sparks fell over her, only one thing in mind: to become a weapon for Atlas. As she sliced through the last target, she felt her body start to power down and her thrusters give out, finally powering down as she slammed onto the arena floor. 

“Penny?” Pietro asked. “Are you awake now?” 

Penny slowly woke up as her body powered back on, memories a haze of data filled with holes. “Did… did I pass the general’s test?” 

Pietro smiled, almost relieved that Penny was awake. “Yes, you did. Though you took a bit of a beating to go through whatever he wanted you for.” 

Penny looked over herself, patches of her synthetic skin singed along with a few patches missing from her landing. She moved her arm, hearing the joints grind. “I-I remember powering down and falling..” her eyes went blank as she tried to remember, unable to recall much beyond the desire to be a weapon, a protector for Atlas at the General’s disposal. “It must have been classified. I… I can not remember.” 

“I’ll repair the damage, and then you can go see the General. Mentioned something about an airship not responding with the right landing codes.” 

Penny nodded and closed her eyes to put herself into standby mode until her repairs were completed. She’d need to be in her best condition to protect Atlas, and if an airship made it through the blockade, then Atlas would need its weapon to keep it safe.

#rwby #penny polendina #james ironwood #pietro polendina #repurposed au

[kayleen756894]

Have another preview of my Bee’s Schnees fic to prove I’m working on it. It’s taking longer than I hoped but I’ve been having lots of fun with it! Weiss’ sarcastic ass is an absolute joy to write. I’ve missed writing for this fandom honestly, it’s been too long. (RWBY Volume 9 Spoilers)

“So you... uh...”

The bashfulness in Yang’s typically brash tone shook Weiss from her elaborate reverie. Yang’s mouth opened and closed, fighting for words, buying time by rubbing the back of her neck. She gestured between herself and an equally sheepish looking Blake. “You know?”

... What was that supposed to mean?

Yang’s comedic timing was abysmal, truly, but the jokes themselves, though crass, were usually decent. Unlike whatever that was. How dare Yang mock her developing humour, which honestly was stellar given her strict upbringing, when she believed something as pathetic as that could pass for—

Hm. How quaint. Yang didn’t look like she was joking, no trace of mischief anywhere. But that would be absurd, because how could she believe this was in any way a secret? Maybe she really was that dense because Blake, completely contrasting her Semblance, hadn’t been remotely stealthy about this. She’d been openly coy since they got here, overcame her former inhibitions, and simply couldn’t hide how Yang’s goofy encouragement during battle made her blush.

So why did she seem surprised, too? It couldn’t be that they both...

Oh for the love of—

“What do you mean ‘you know’?” Weiss squawked indignantly, migraine returning with the force of a shotgun. Blake’s ears skyrocketed and Yang winced at her volume, both leaning back like it would save them from her dignified wrath and it absolutely would not. “Of course I know! Anyone with eyes knows!”

Yang’s widened at that. “Really?”

“No, Yang, I’m lying,” she retorted flatly. “No one has ever noticed how you always conveniently end up in each other’s arms touching foreheads.” She felt a twinge of smug satisfaction when Blake’s shoulders hunched, red creeping down her neck, and maybe Weiss would’ve taken pity after teasing Blake’s favourite form of affection if they both weren’t so maddening. But it was Yang’s perpetual owlish gawking that drew a beleaguered huff from the depths of her lungs, wishing she was close enough to whack her arm. “Yes, really, you brute!”

Blake’s lips twitched like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to smile or not, losing the battle at Yang’s faux-offended gasp, her melody of lovesick giggles like an annoying song Weiss couldn’t get out of her head. But she allowed it, cherished it, because she remembered when Blake never laughed at all. As Blake calmed so did the colour in her cheeks, and when her eyes locked with Weiss’ they sparkled with curiosity. “So you gave us space... on purpose?”

The hesitancy, like Blake believed but was still trying to comprehend, had Weiss comprehending a hard truth of her own. “Please tell me you’re not just considering that possibility now.”

Weiss didn’t know what response she expected but Blake and Yang sharing a flustered look told her all she needed. She kept her composure until Yang’s hefty shrug, the smack from her palm meeting her forehead echoing in the quiet forest. “Why do I associate with you people?” she muttered under her breath, full of exasperation but inexplicable endearment. Idiots, both of them. But her idiots. More importantly, each other’s. Idiots finally obtaining a bite of bliss during a buffet of despair, so she couldn’t stay annoyed at them for long.

She was hungry, too.

“If that’s the case,” Blake started, prompting Weiss to peek up. Blake’s prior conviction tapered off, giving an uncertain wince while tucking her hair behind her human ear. “It’s not that we... don’t appreciate it.”

And the annoyance was back. “Then please enlighten me on the issue.”

Yang sucked her teeth. “Maybe ‘issue’ isn’t the right word.”

Weiss sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m so tired of riddles after today.” Her headache was only getting worse and Yang being a direct cause was the least surprising thing ever. “Do me a favour and just give it to me straight.”

Yang snorted, parting her mouth to reply but stilled her tongue as Blake tossed her a monitory glare. Yang settled on a cheeky grin and Blake rolled her eyes fondly, and Weiss was perplexed when those eyes, no less fond, then directed at her.

“What we’re trying to say,” Blake clarified, “is you don’t need to keep your distance. I mean, if you’re more comfortable where you are, then stay. But there’s...” Blake paused with a nervous waver, cheeks dusting pink, before her lips curved in a small, welcoming smile. She offered a hand to Weiss. “There’s plenty of room with us.”

#slowly but surely making progress #rwby #bees schnees #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #fanfiction #fan fiction #rwby spoilers #rwby9 #rwby9 spoilers

[impossiblycolorfulpanda]

Alternate ending of ATLA if there was a book 4: air, and Ozai was actually Vaatu, the dark avatar, a one-man team avatar, and the true instigator of Sozin's war:

Aang: Azula’s plan worked. Raava is now the spirit of darkness/chaos/yin as well as light/peace/yang, the spirit of balance itself. She can now also embody and control the sources of any/all bending.

Zuko: I don’t even know what to say.

Katara: You were incredible!

Toph: You pull off the craziest stunts.

Ty Lee: The way you turned all gigantic like that, wow! Just when we were losing, a miracle happened!

Mai: There’s never gonna be a dull moment with you, is there?

Sokka: Are the elemental spirits ok? Appa? Yue? My dad?

Aang: Yes. All souls that were absorbed, including Yue, Appa, and your dad, are now free and are going in peace. But I no longer draw power from the lion turtle spirits or elemental spirits, they all draw power from me.

Sokka: OK. Good. As long as they’re ok.

Suki holds onto Sokka’s arm and rests her head on his shoulder. Cut to Aang and Azula at the northern portal.

Azula: Now that you’ve reconnected with Raava, have you also regained your past lives?

Aang: No. That link is gone forever. I am now the first Avatar in a new line of Avatars.

Azula: You don’t say. Let’s just close the portals and call it a day.

Aang: (Reaches for the portal but stops and hesitates) Maybe I shouldn’t.

Azula: What makes you say that?

Aang: I think with the spirit portals opened, it’ll restore the ancient balance between our world and that of the spirits and it’ll help eliminate the illusion of separation that divided us for so long. Appa’s physical body may be dead but I can still sense his spirit. Iroh’s spirit is here too. Everyone we’ve ever loved and lost. What do you think?

Azula: You’re the avatar, this is your type of situation, whatever your decision is, I’ll support you.

Aang looks at the portal and smiles. Cut to the rest of the gang gathering together in front of the third middle portal. They all collapse in exhaustion. Zuko and Katara held on to each other, Sokka and Suki did the same thing as well as Aang and Azula.

Zuko: I can’t believe a year ago me and my sister’s purposes in life were competing against each other and hunting you down. And now…

Aang: And now we’re all getting along.

Zuko: Yeah…we are.

Aang: I can’t believe a year ago I was still frozen in a block of ice. The world’s so different now.

Zuko: Yeah…

Katara: The fight is finally over. But how long will this peace last? So much chaos and death have happened. I can’t help but feel like we’re the only ones left.

Azula: (To Aang) Hippie, what do you think? Are we the last ones alive?

Aang entered the avatar state and put his hand on the ground. After a few moments, he went back out of the avatar state.

Aang: No. Less than 50% of all living creatures in the physical world manage to survive but they’re all headless. All of their homes and establishments have been destroyed. No nations to govern them. No rulers to lead them. Every member of the white lotus and the original benders are all still dead.

Azula: That’s where we come in. We’re the only ones left alive who know the goals of the white lotus, so it’s up to us to complete them. The white lotus and the original benders shall be reborn through us. (To Aang) Any bright plans that you would like to share regarding that?

Aang: Even though we should learn from those who came before us, we must also forge our own path. So, as we rebuild, we should announce that we are bringing back the era of energybending and give everyone a choice to bend more than one element like me, I'll continue to be the avatar only because of my avatar spirit. This may blur up the avatar cycle but the avatar being able to reincarnate at all is good enough for me. The portals will also remain open, which means I will no longer be the bridge between the two worlds. Humans, spirits, benders, non-benders, nations, and elements will all learn to live together as one, with all of us leading them. Things will never be the same again, we are entering a new age.

Everyone nods and stands back up. They all look at the third portal. Pan to the sky, which is filled with spirits. All are flying and dancing in the sky.

#atla #aang #azula #zuko #katara #sokka #suki #ty lee #mai #toph #zutara #azulaang #raava #vaatu #ozai #dark avatar #atla book 4 air #energybending #team avatar

[itsclydebitches]

Am I the only one that feels like that Maya!RWBY would get washed by Poser!RWBY, combat-wise? Comparing the scenes from Poser-era to Maya-era, and I find that Team RWBY in the former had better weapon usage and Semblance/Aura versatility than the latter - especially when you look at each of the trailers (I know it's 'Rule of Cool', but still...), not to mention much more coordinated team attacks. Like, Beacon!Weiss is proficient in Time Dilation and Elemental Glyphs while being a proficient fencer; in comparison, Maya!Weiss is just... a summoner. That's it. Like, she's written as if she has no other skills. 'Blek' is knocked down so easily these days and uses her Semblance as a means of escape; Blake, on the hand, not only is a proficient swordswoman but shows versatility with a Kusarigama, marksmanship, and double wielding. Oh, and that's not including her masterful use of her semblance to create afterimages to pull off blitzkrieg combos, and later infuse them with Dust for surprise feints. And how can I forget her fucking aura slashes! Yang, is tankier in Poser, and she uses her Semblance as a last resort/'uno reverse' - letting her CQC skills do the talking; meanwhile, "Yang" just... activates her semblance at the drop of a hat, ruining that surprise factor while slowly becoming heavily reliant on both it and her "weapon upgrades" (which are, in reality, downgrades since her previous explosive rounds were much more versatile in comparison). And Ruby... I can't really say much except that scythemanship-CQC combination and semblance usage were more dynamic. I know it's partly due to Monty and Shane's insane animation skills, but I feel like there's more to it than that. Sorry, these are just my observations.

Wholeheartedly agree. I mean yes, we're all continually acknowledging that we can't have the choreography and vision of the Monty years, but even beyond that recent fights have, for the most part, been shockingly forgettable for me. An immediate exception to that is Ironwood vs. Watts (which uses the environment really well) and I liked portions of the WBY vs. Chessman fight from V9E3, but on the whole the girls feel nerfed despite the claims of, "We're full-fledged huntresses now, capable of beating some of the best in the world."

To add to what you've already got above, some details that immediately spring to my mind are:

Yang repeating the same combat mistake that she made back in Volume 3, resulting in "dying" rather than losing an arm

Ruby now using her semblance primarily to travel (within Atlas HQ, out of the Red Castle, etc.) rather than pulling off cool dodges, ping-ing off of things for extra speed, or creating a tornado-like effect as seen in the food fight. As mentioned many times in the past, sometimes it's not even used for an obvious need, like scaling the mountainside while fighting Cordovin, because the story wants a 'cliffhanger.'

One of the reasons I liked the chessman battle was because we had some actual team attacks, but recent Volumes are still weighed down by separating the teams - even when the story claims that's the key to victory (AKA Ace Ops battle).

This extends to moments like YJB just taking turns against the Hound, or Neo standing there dumbly as Oscar runs the length of a hallway to punch her.

I rarely feel like fights are won with any exciting flourish or narrative satisfaction anymore. (Which is another reason why Ironwood vs. Watts works so well for me: destroying your arm as a massive 'fuck you' to what your enemy thinks you're capable of withstanding to catch them unaware in their confidence is AMAZING.) I still think about Weiss summoning a wall of ice for Harriet to knock herself out against and I'm like... really? That's it?

Ruby doesn't really use her sniper rifle anymore. I loved that she used that to obey Qrow's "Stay back!" command while still trying to help. That used to be another way to slow descent, get in quick shots between swings, help an ally like when she hit Nora with the lightning dust...

I could go on. So many of the new fights are just plain boring to me. Think about how much is solved through the Big Powers now. Ruby takes out The Apathy with her eyes (though I put that in only to establish the pattern. I do like that the emotion-based grimm was defeated via care for another, not fighting.) The Hound goes the same way. Oscar sets off an explosion of magic against Salem. Winter Maidens up to blast Ironwood, etc. They're all incredibly easy wins that, for the most part, just require the magic wielder to stand there and shoot the Powerful Magic Beam at the enemy. Meanwhile, other potentially well-choreographed fights are seeped in narrative problems, like Qrow and Tyrian vs. Clover. Now toss in moments like Blake begging Ruby for help, or her and Weiss being unable to get up the vines, or them straight up forgetting that Cinder is in the city (because strategy is as important as power) and yeah, OG!RWBY would wipe the floor with them.

OG!RWBY is made up of a prodigy child wielding "one of the most dangerous weapons ever designed," a sword master capable of manipulating time, her teammate's powers, versatile glyphs, and her family's dust supply, a tank who supposedly went on a journey to better harness her ability to absorb and redirect energy (which as you say used to be an awesome surprise, not a response every time Yang gets mildly annoyed at someone), and the child of combat activists who, by her own admission, had to fight early and well to survive outside the Kingdoms. Team RWBY now feels like they're powerful primarily because a) they claim they are and b) they've got various forms of magic in their back pocket.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

[johnnyraine]

My Crazy Roommates (Smut!)

Suguru Niragi (Alice in Borderland) x Male Reader x Xue Yang (The Untamed)

Words: 2273

3rd of September, 2022

XXX

The day starts as it does most days, you wake up, do your morning routine, eat breakfast, and go to work.

Later on, you return home, throwing your shoes off, not caring enough to pick them up, and making yourself comfortable, eating snacks, and watching whatever you want.

…That is until a bright flash blinds you.

“Ah!”  You exclaim.

Once the light is gone, you try to blink your blurry vision away. Succeeding, you see…

NIRAGI AND XUE YANG!

You sharply inhale before trying to escape, your breathing erratic.

Fortunately, they are still blinded by the light.

Unfortunately, you trip and fall. A glance back shows your discarded shoes. Refocusing on the situation, you try to scramble to your feet, but are kicked, landing on your back. You grunt as a foot lands on your chest. Following it up, you see its, admittedly attractive, owner, Suguru Niragi.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You stumble over your words, unable to get any coherent words out, pissing him off.

“Answer me!” He stomps on your chest.

Fight or flight kicks in and you grasp his leg, but he is kicked off of you, stumbling into the wall.

Xue Yang purses him, not letting a moment pass as Niragi does his best to defend himself.

You miss the snarky comments Xue Yang fires off as your heartbeat fills your ears.

Using this moment to escape, you soon find yourself at your friend’s house, who calls the police for you. But, not even a minute after, your neighbor calls you, telling you that they called the police because of what sounded like “fighting,” and that the two occupants were already in their custody.

For whatever reason, after hanging up, you feel compelled to go to the police station and check on them, much to your and your friend’s bewilderment. But you go and talk to the police, giving them some completely bull story, which later on, you can’t recall how it went, only that you somehow knew what to say.

By the end of it, you say, “They’re my roommates.”

And they let you bail them out.

‘WHY THE FUCK DID I SAY THAT!’ You think, feeling like some higher being must be forcing you, for whatever reason.

By day’s end, Suguru Niragi and Xue Yang, are your “roommates.” Your very dangerous, and attractive, roommates.

~~~

Months passed and... you lived.

Though your life wasn’t great at first. You were the only one doing most of the work: cleaning; cooking: shopping: and having a job. What with your “roommates” threatening you, even if they did lose the weapons, you weren’t having a great time. You had expected worse though, you’ve seen their shows after all, which was another thing.

When they found out that they are, were, fictional characters, you expected them to likely lash out.

So you were surprised when they weren't that shocked or skeptical. But after some thinking, you could see why. Niragi was transported to The Borderland, a place that looks like home but hosts death games which, if you win, allows you to live a few more days until you have to do it again. While Xue Yang came from a wuxia world, where the people fight with magical martial arts, that can allow you to fly and raise the dead if done right.

Following the first two months of your new living arrangement, the two seem to have “mellowed out” a bit.

Niragi was forced to stop his more… violent tendencies, as he was reminded that, yes, the law does, in fact, exist here. While Xue Yang, “mellowed,” it’s very obvious that he only did so because of modern technology and that he’s gotten craftier to work around it. Not great, but it is an improvement… maybe.

On the topic of your two “roommates,” you didn’t fully know how they felt about each other. What happened after your first meeting is still a bit unknown, but you’re fairly certain that Xue Yang beat Niragi.

With that in mind, you’d thought they would hate each other, at least Niragi would. But that changed somewhere in the second month when you discovered that your bed had the look and smell of an… “we fucked in your bed” situation.

You were pissed.

Unfortunately, that led to you yelling at the two, leading to you losing a week of sleep, too afraid that they’d kill you.

The rest of the month passed and you were somewhat sure that you’d live.

Another month passed and you grew a bit bolder, getting more used to the idea that they weren’t going to do anything.

Two more months and you can now call each other roommates, without the quotations!

You all seem to be pitching-in in your own ways, you still have your job, Xue Yang and Niragi… do things. You don’t really question it, you think they’re likely doing something illegal, but you’d rather not know. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that they pay their share of the bills, so who cares? Now and then, you process this and think about “moving out” because of the possible danger… but it passes.

All seems good, it is good.

…You wake up in the middle of the night, remembering how yesterday, the two continuously glanced at each other like they had a plan.

“I’m gonna fucking die,” You whisper to yourself.

~~~

Come morning, you are on constant edge, even as you watch the two eat their breakfast. Your mind racing with possible situations and possible escapes you’ll have to make. So preoccupied, you don’t even notice that you’re staring.

They do.

“What’s wrong with you?” Niragi asks, even though it sounds somewhat like an insult.

“See something you like, Y/n?” Xue Yang asks, teasing you, though you still feel in danger.

Eyes shifting between the two, you move your chair back, “I forgot I have to work early guys, see ya.”

Xue Yang grips your thigh.

“Relax Y/n,” He says, wearing a saccharine smile.

“Yeah, Y/n,” Niragi says, gripping your other thigh. “You’ll really enjoy this.”

You feel a chill run down your spine as these predators gaze upon their prey.

~~~

“Haa,” You let out a breathy moan, looking down at your roommates. On their knees giving you a blowjob.

Their tongues lick either side of your length. Xue Yang gives it a long lick, going up to take you into his mouth, but Niragi beats him by just going for it.

Being glared at, Niragi doesn’t care his tongue circles the tip, his piercing adding to the pleasure as it glides over your slit. Your hips jerk from his ministrations. Not content with standing by, Xue Yang gives a mischievous grin before gripping Niragi's hair and forcing him to take you to the base.

“Ghlgk!”

Niragi gags but makes no motion to stop him as Xue Yang continues to facefuck him on your cock. You feel his throat convulse around your cock, making your toes curl. A few moments of this passed before Xue Yang yanks him off and dives in, taking his turn.

Catching his breath, Niragi tries to do the same to him but fails as Xue Yang forces him to lick the rest of your cock that he doesn’t take into his mouth.

Feeling you getting close, Xue Yang’s mouth leaves your cock before jerking you off, his tongue hanging out of his open mouth in anticipation. Niragi follows after making an annoyed face at him, his tongue piercing shining.

You grip your chair at the sight before letting out a weak moan and cumming.

Just as your cum lands on his tongue, Niragi grabs Xue Yang’s hair and yanks him away with some landing on his face. Niragi, taking most of your load in his mouth, puts his lips around your tip, getting a small jump from you as he sucks.

Xue Yang is growling when Niragi finally leans back, showing you his mouthful, smirking.

Xue Yang opens his mouth to speak but Niragi silences him with a kiss.

The two’s tongues fight, sucking and rolling over each other. Although you are sure this moment is between the two of them, once they separate, you realize that you’re ready to continue.

You’re unsure if they notice because, after their moment, Xue Yang is laying on the kitchen table as Niragi practically makes their pants and underwear disappear.

“Hey!” Niragi exclaims, getting your attention away from his ass.

“Huh? Y-yeah?”

“Bring it,” He says, pointing to what’s on the counter.

Lube.

You are somewhat ashamed that you hadn’t noticed it before, it was that blatant. Then again, you were worried that you’d die today.

Grabbing it, you hear spitting preceded by grunts and low groans.

Turning around, your assumption is proven correct by the view of Xue Yang's legs up against Niragi, who's hilted inside him.

Cringing as they rut against each other, you let out an exasperated sigh and walk over to Niragi’s back.

The next time Niragi pulls back, you reach around him and grab his cock with your lubed hand, startling him. His head whips to look back at you, his thrusts stilted.

“I know you two like each other, but please take of yourselves.” You chuckle softly, feeling more confident.

“Shut up!” They say in unison.

“Calm down you two, I’m merely teasing.” You kiss Niragi’s kneck, feeling him shiver. “Besides, doesn’t it feel better?”

“Hm, Niragi?” He softly moans an affirmative.

“Hm, A-Yang?” You practically purr, your other hand grabbing his leg.

You feel Xue Yang’s leg flex under your touch.

“Yesss,” He moans.

Niragi, who has been thrusting more into your hand than Xue Yang, grabs your wrist and pushes it away, surprising you.

“I can feel you poking my ass, hurry up.”

Letting go of Xue Yang’s leg, you add more lube to your hand and length before helping Niragi, all while he goes back to fucking Xue Yang.

When you are sure he is ready, you lay a hand on his hope and sink into his hot ass.

"Hsss," He hisses, not stopping his thrusts.

With building thrusts into his slick hole, you feel him push back against you with his own thrusts into Xue Yang. Gently, you grasp his balls while your other hand snakes its way up his shirt, teasing his nipple and fondling him as his legs start shaking.

“F-fuck!” Niragi yells, throwing his head back.

Looking over at Xue Yang, you see him stroking himself as he rocks upon the table.

“Take care of A-Yang, will you Niragi?” You whisper in his ear.

Though he grits his teeth, he does, taking Xue Yang’s cock from his grasp and jerking, hard.

His loud moaning stops you from saying anything.

Focusing on the way Niragi's ass feels around your cock, you lean into him, gently tugging and fondling his balls.

His legs already shaky, Niragi falls on the table, landing on his outstretched hands, barely saving himself, and folding Xue Yang in on himself.

"Hhhmm." Knocking him out of breath as Niragi reaches deeper into him.

Niragi's eyes widen as he discovers this. Smirking, he grabs Xue Yang's legs and pushes them to either side of his head, plowing into him.

Xue Yang was breathless and yet, he was harder than ever. With Niragi's cock stretching him to new lengths, he forgot to pay any attention to his own cock.

Niragi's new pose not only helped him but you as well. His ass stuck out more and gripped onto his hips, slamming into him, pushing him even deeper into Xue Yang.

Falling to his elbows, Niragi grits his teeth as it turns more into you fucking him, making him thrust into Xue Yang.

"Fuck me, Y/n. Harder." He grits out.

Following his command, you grab his shoulders forcing him back into your thrust.

Almost lost in his pleasured daze, Niragi heard Xue Yang whine beneath him and, perhaps out of generosity, he jerks him off.

Toes curling, Xue Yang lets out a strangled moan and cums in Niragi's unstopping hand.

Xue Yang knew he was a babbling mess, only coherent enough to moan and enjoy the pleasure.

Seeing this, you chuckle and decide to end this. Taking a different angle, you slam into Niragi’s prostate.

Once more alert, Niragi endures your harsh thrusts, but before long he feels your hot cum filling him. With that, his cock starts throbbing inside Xue Yang and he cums.

Niragi falls atop Xue Yang, refusing to move, though it doesn’t seem Xue Yang minds. That or he’s just tired.

Just as tired, you lay atop the table, your gaze moving between the two before settling on the ceiling, sort-of zoning out.

“Hey,” Niragi gets your attention. “What are you thinking?”

“Probably about us debauched men, sullying him,” Xue Yang teases.

“I’m just thinking that it’s amazing the table can handle so much weight.” Which you were.

Xue Yang cackles while Niragi pushes you off the table.

On the ground, you think about how your lives are going to change, and it does. Somewhat.

The three of you are in a sort-of relationship, there’s more kissing, touching, and sex, but none of you actually talk about being in a relationship. So life just continues as is, you, your house, and your crazy roommates.

…Oh! Uh… a few months later, you end up in the hospital because of an allergic reaction that Xue Yang claims is revenge, though, from the worried look in his eyes, you’re pretty sure he just didn’t know what you were allergic to.

Oh well, you recover and go about doing your regular routine.

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