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~In the Shower Room~
Jeanne: Cardina! What are you doing?
Cardina: *Following Jeanne in* Tsch! What does it matter? I'm just sizing myself up to ... you ...
Jeanne: Look, I know your Taller, but really? the Shower? Have you no shame?
Cardina: *Shocked Jeanne's Breast size* ... whoa ...
Jeanne: Please don't do this now ... I'm so tired of this stuff.
Cardina: Huh? Y-Yeah! Sorry! I gotta go check on the girls! Sorry!
~Later that Night~
Cardina: Stop thinking about her boobs. Stop thinking about her boobs. Stop thinking about her boobs.
Cardina: *Closes Eyes*
Cardina: *Boobs*
Cardina: ... Shit.
Cardina: *pulls out scroll* I can't get some Nerd's tits out of my head, am I gay?
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misterlazer · 6 months
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Nora: Do you ever wonder why Cardin bullied you so much?
Jaune: No, I figured he was just a jerk.
Nora: Have you considered that he might be...
Jaune: Might be what?
Nora: That he might be a Tsundere?
Jaune: What? Nora, those don't exist.
Nora: But it's a possibility!
Later
Cardin: *Pushing Jaune against a wall* You think you're so cute Arc? With your beautiful blue eyes and adorable smile. Well, I'm not falling for you!
Jaune: Umm... what!?
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a just-for-fun rwby rarepair tournament poll featuring only my favourite ships. take two of round three because i accidentally managed to make the polls only a day long this time. sorry about that. im gonna do something for the winner. adorable art by @rubyneo
@rwbyrarepairs
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doomatnight · 2 months
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Cardin jackhammer fucking Jaune, who's rolled up on his shoulders, with Cardin jerking Jaune's cock until his femboy lover is cumming all over his own face
Content: MLM
Cardin wasn't holding back pounding into Jaune. His tight ass was squeezing Cardin's cock perfectly like it was made to take a pounding from Cardin specifically. He reached around, jerking Jaune off as the two made out. They loved each other, even if they didn't fuck nasty every night. Watching Jaune cum on himself and how tight his ass was almost made Cardin cum, but Jaune whispering how he wants to be Jaune Winchester one day did the trick and made Cardin empty his balls deep inside his lover. If Jaune could get pregnant, he would have been more than knocked up by now.
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illusory-torrent · 9 months
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sorry arkos fans this was just hilarious
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howdoyoudothedew · 3 months
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Cardin (Little Miss Perfect)
Rated: G
Pairing: Archester (Jaune Arc/Cardin Winchester)
Word Count: ~700
Despite having blackmailed Jaune, Cardin was rarely ever alone with him. As was his own plan. If he ignored Jaune as much as possible, he could ignore the way his heart fluttered around him like something small and weak. Cliched. Falling for the straight guy. Even after they formed a weird friendship, after Jaune stood up to him, after Cardin apologized, he kept that space. Still, they end up alone in Cardin’s team dorm, at the little bench he’d set up next to the window within his first week at Beacon so he could watch the stars. Neither of them are in armour. Like they can actually trust each other enough to be vulnerable. Though Cardin knows it’s only because it is night. As soon as Jaune leaves this room, he’ll probably get ready for bed even if he won’t sleep. A socked foot nudges his own. Cardin looks up to see Jaune standing over him. Wisps of blonde frame his face unevenly and the lights from outside play in his eyes like glowing stars. There’s a chuckle. A smile much softer than Cardin could ever deserve gets directed down at him. His body warms, spreading out from his chest and into his extremities like a campfire. Jaune tilts his head and his hair brushes his collarbone.
“You’re not paying attention, are you?” Jaune’s voice isn’t accusatory. If anything, it’s amused. The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk. “Am I not entertaining enough? Do I have to get you to blackmail me again?”
Cardin snorts. A harsh, inelegant sound that makes Jaune’s smile widen so Cardin can see the incisor that grew in crooked. Whatever breath that’s in his lungs feels like it gets stuck there. Jaune’s eyes are closed. He reaches out and his hands grip onto the collar of Jaune’s shirt. There’s a confused noise from Jaune, but it gets cut off as Cardin pushes up at the same time he pulls Jaune down. Their lips connect. His brain blocks everything out except the pressure. Except warmth. They're soft. They’re chapped and smooth in uneven patches. Just as Cardin figured they’d be from all the times he’s seen Jaune biting at them. Once they part, the air stuck in Cardin’s lungs finally releases. Opposite it a shaky breath is taken. Cardin’s eyes snap open and all he can see is his own reflection in Jaune’s wide eyes as Jaune stares down at him.
Every bit of warmth leaves at once. He pushes Jaune away hard. No no no. This isn’t something he can do. He can’t. It’s not- It’s not good, it’s not worth it, he won’t be the gay guy who falls for the straight guy. He won't be. He can’t be. Love isn’t even anything he really knows, not like this. Jaune looks confused and Cardin turns his head to look out the window. “Get out.”
“Car-”
“Get out!” Cardin barks. It’s quiet for a moment, an audible indicator of Jaune’s hesitation, before footsteps and the door closing. The second it does Cardin curls into himself. The glass is cold where he presses his side to it. He breathes deeply until it stops hitching oddly.
In the quiet he drifts. Eventually the door opens behind him again, but he’s not clear on how much time passed. It feels like a lot. At the same time, it doesn’t feel like enough. He doesn’t look over. The possibility is so low because of his actions tonight, but he doesn’t want to take the chance Jaune actually came back. A hand settles on his shoulder. He glances at it just enough to see chipped, sparkly silver nail polish. Like a balloon he deflates.
“Cardin?” Russel asks.
“What did I do?” Is all Cardin can say. There are no tears in his eyes nor emotion in his voice. When Russel sits down next to him and wraps an arm around his shoulders, Cardin leans into him.
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archester-creations · 6 months
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Rated: M
Pairing: Archester (Jaune Arc/Cardin Winchester), brief Cardin & Velvet & Russel siblings
Word Count: ~2k
A/N: @whumptober alt. prompt 5: body modification, fire, body horror, gore, being burnt alive, phoenix faunus Cardin au
Cardin knew what it was like to get burnt. The heat that danced across your skin. The way that it lingered and stung for hours, days. Knew from experience how long it took for a bad burn to heal, how the skin never looked or felt the same, how the shape of the flame seemed seared into the flesh forever. So why did he push Jaune out of the way? Why did he rush into the heart of a fire he saw coming instead of turning the other way.
"You like him-" he heard a voice that sounded like Russel's whisper. "You know how it felt and you don't want someone else to go through the same. You're not as much of an asshole as you fear you are."
He knew the pain to expect.
Cardin screamed. For the first time in a long time, he screamed in pain. It tore through his throat with all the subtlety of a battering ram. The pain was wrong. It was all wrong; it was nothing like he experienced when the fire danced along his hip a few years ago, when it boiled and scarred the flesh there. The fire felt like it tore deeper: claws that seared and tore into his flesh, ripped it apart so the flame could feast on the blood and bone inside him. Just under his own screams, he thought he could hear a crack.
At some point he must have fallen. Or maybe it started with him on the ground. Dirt– ash– dirt was under his fingertips, under his nails. He clawed at the earth. The fire prevented any blood from being spilt as the skin at his back ripped and peeled apart under the heat. His screams ratcheted upward in intensity. Even so, he heard the cracking as it came more insistently now, coupled with the heat intensifying at his back. Something rolled there, under the muscle. Something pushed at the shoulder blades– at the old scars he hardly noticed anymore– until it broke through his body all at once. The scream froze in his throat as the pain slammed into him with a force yet unknown. With a force like death.
There was the blue of the fire's center around him, close to his skin, feeding on him; the orange of its edges flickering in the air, warping the world; the black of it all fading away suddenly, extinguished as his body and mind finally gave.
  In all honesty, he didn't expect to wake up.
A hand shook his shoulder as a voice called out to him from far away. Cardin tried to blink, but he felt disconnected from his body. The only thing that truly let him know he was the was the weight against his back– it pinned him to the earth, let him focus on something other than just how hollowed out he felt. He breathed there with his eyes closed, in out, in out. The hollowed feeling remained, but whatever pain caused him to pass out drained out his fingertips. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw were his fingers. Stained by dirt, blackened by soot, and completely unharmed. What? He tried to move but couldn't. The weight on his back failed to shift. The attempt to move seemed to catch someone's attention, though.
A choked cry, and the voice finally registered. "Cardin." Jaune.
With a great effort, he moved to see Jaune. To make sure he was okay. His hands left smudges of ash against tear stained cheeks. "Were you hurt?"
Jaune's face morphed into pained incredulity. His hands came up to cup the ones against his face. "Aren't you my bully? You're not to- to fucking-" A harsh sound came from Jaune's throat. A cry? A laugh? "You're not supposed to fucking do that."
"You wouldn't've moved fast enough," Cardin said.
This one was definitely a laugh. Wet, very wet, but a laugh. "Thank you."
Cardin shrugged and looked down. He jolted the second he did. The lack of clothes barely registered against the lack of scars. Every wound he'd ever gotten, that he tried his best to take care of, that ultimately ended up as a marked reminder of his failure, gone. He desperately turned his head to try and see if the ones littering his back were gone, too, and got a face full of wings for his trouble. That jolted him worse than the scars had. Panic clenched a vice grip around his heart. Where had those come from? He remembered ripping, and pulling, where scars rested all of his life across his shoulder blades. Were those attached? Experimentally, he took a handful of feathers and pulled hard. Pain crisscrossed against his senses in foreign ways, lighting up foreign limbs and exploding across his spine and down familiar ones, when several ripped out. There were feathers, lightly crumpled, between his fingers, in a red similar to his hair with two golden ones among them, and the pounding of his heart was nothing to do with the lingering pain or the bits of blood that dripped from the feathers' hollow shaft. These were his feathers; these were his wings. It was very, very rare for Cardin to curse.
He swore: quiet, shakey, full of disbelief despite the damning evidence. A hand touched his arm and despite its gentle touch, he flinched harder than he ever did. The hand moved down, gentle fingers pried the bloodied feathers from his grip. He stared dumbly at the feathers as they were placed on the ground. Continued to stare dumbly at them. Those had been attached to him. On limbs sprouting from his back that felt large and weighty and wrong wrong wrong. Cardin buried his head in his hands and pulled at the short locks of hair that fell into his eyes. It wasn't like he still disliked the faunus. He grew past his father's hateful words over the past months at Beacon.
But that— He wasn't— He couldn't be. This was too much. A hand touched his knee and he flinched away again, hard. Hard enough that he felt it connect with something before he heard the hiss. He peaked past his fingers to see Jaune's hands against his forehead. That must be what his knee connected with.
"Shit, Cardin," Jaune groaned. Cardin didn't say anything back, just curled his legs in close to his chest. The weight of the wings at his back nearly toppled him when he did. It sent a shot of something through him, fear or anxiety or maybe a damning wrongness. He's not stupid– he knows the scars means the wings were originally there, that they were taken before he could remember. There were stories Lazuli and Simin told Russel and him growing up about birds who would be set on fire by the sun to be made new. He swallows. What were those based on?
He thinks he may have an idea.
"Are you okay?" Jaune asks, no longer holding his head but staring warily at Cardin's knees.
"I don't know," Cardin answers truthfully. How should you feel when you suddenly learn in one of the weirdest and worst ways that you are one of the things that you were taught to hate? How do you react when you learn something like this was taken from you? Cardin rests his head on his knees. The wings on his back fold in and dip without him thinking about it, seemingly already in tune with emotions they shouldn't yet know.
  He goes to Velvet that night, because he doesn't know what else to do but go to team CFVY's dorm room and hope that his older sister is there. He hasn't talked to Jaune since they got back, he's barely spoken to his team outside Russel, he's avoided Professor Ozpin and Miss Goodwitch at every turn. When Velvet opens the door, her eyes widen. There are questions on her lips, but they don't fall yet. Instead she steps to the side and lets him in. There is no one else in the dorm room. For that, he's happy. It means no one else to ask questions and no one else to see him struggle to get in the door, the edge of his one wing clipping the frame painfully despite them all being large enough for a winged faunus student to enter.
Her grace only lasts for as long as the door is open.
"You're a-" Velvet doesn't finish the question, but Cardin's shoulders draw in and his wings flatten to his back with the action. Her eyes follow the movement. He tilts his head and gives half of a nod.
"Were they cut off?" Velvet asks quietly.
Cardin shrugs. He supposes, it would make the most sense, but he has no clue what that might've meant. Did his father take a saw to his crying infant's back? Did his father force the doctors to sedate him and surgically remove them? He doesn't really want to know. It's enough to have them back. That's all the weight he can handle. Velvet nods like she understands all of it, despite not a word being spoken.
She sits with him for the rest of the night, just the two of them in the room until Russel shows up and the three of them deal together with a hurdle he never considered– how to sleep with wings. More, how to sleep with two other people wrapped around you with wings. It takes several minutes of maneuvering until Cardin ends up on his side with Russel in front of him, one wing under him and the other wing draped over him like a blanket, and Velvet behind him between the space where the wings now were.
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dragynkeep · 9 months
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hmmmm Heresy for the ship bingo?
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not something i actively ship because idgaf about jaune but i'm always appreciative of the bully x former bullied ship vibe ✨
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chynandri · 7 months
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this thing is fking scary wtf get it out of here....
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hua-fei-hua · 11 months
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last week's lab was so incredibly short and simple that i'm, like, staring at my lab notebook notes like, "is this it? is this really it?" because the experimental section of the report is literally 221 words and three paragraphs long.
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Cardin: Fuck you Arc!
Jaune: Fuck me yourself, coward!
~One Hour later~
Cardin: (Getting of the shower) You will tell no one about this.
Jaune: (getting dressed) Don't worry. It wasn't anything worth talking about anyway.
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sirazaroff · 7 months
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i cant reply to you because its a side blog, but THANK YOU! :D -archester-creations
@archester-creations
Of course! Thank you for the lovely read
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Weiss: Truth or dare?
Cardin: Dare
Weiss: Kiss Jaune
Cardin, blushing: Absolutely not
Weiss: You can’t back out of the dare, Winchester
Sky and Nora, in unison: Sha-la-la-la-la-la, don't be scared, you got the mood prepared, go on and kiss the girl~
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doomatnight · 2 months
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Jaune can't go more than a few hours without sucking Cardin's cock. He's even asked that Cardin stop washing it so he can do it with his mouth instead. He just loves that cock so much, and how much bigger it is than his. And Cardin likes Jaune's tiny cock too, he finds it cute how small it is.
Content: Cock Worship, MLM, Musk, Sweat
Cardin loved how eager Jaune is to worship his cock, to be a good addicted cock sucking slut. Under Cardin's desk, on the bed, sitting at a table, sitting on the couch, while Cardin was gaming, even when Cardin was benching. Jaune's mouth was nothing but a cock sleeve for Cardin. He just couldn't enough of the taste overwhelming his tongue, and the scent flooding his nose. Jaune was a good boy and always swallowed Cardin's cum as well, even cumming just from sucking cock from his little dick. Cardin found that extremely cute~
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gianlodi · 1 year
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Pulcini... da monitor! #archest #openspace (presso Palmanova) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co4A9WQouSx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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howdoyoudothedew · 3 months
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Jaune (Ordinary)
Rated: G
Pairing: Archester (Jaune Arc/Cardin Winchester)
Word Count: ~600
All Jaune can see is wide, scared eyes and the largest sudden burst of aura he’s ever seen from Cardin. From anyone not in a fight. There’s still pressure on his lips, but he knows it’s not really there. It’s just a phantom. A phantom of lips that are warm and chapped and just a little wet. That press just a little too hard. He buries his face into his hands. It felt like a dream. It still feels like a dream. He knew Cardin felt something for him. Despite what Nora says, he isn’t that blind, he sees the looks. Even if he didn’t fully suspect…
It hurts to be pushed away. And not just emotionally, Cardin barely held back his strength. If he hadn't caught himself, he would've hit the floor. Jaune scratches his hands into his scalp, letting his fingers catch and pull at every tangle in their path. What does he do? If he wants to, he can just forget about it. Completely let it go and act as if it never happened; as if the press of Cardin’s lips on his doesn’t linger like adrenaline. The thought’s tempting. Just be a mostly normal student, make it through school without being the student who was kissed by the boy who blackmailed him during the first quarter. It’s so tempting Jaune feels guilty for it. But he lets himself think about it as he sits there, looking at his hands clasped between his knees, until he huffs and shakes his head.
He can’t. He can’t pretend it was a dream, can’t act as if nothing changed, when that one kiss flipped his entire world inside out. When his lips still tingle with it. When there is a boy, who blackmailed him for their first quarter and has since become his friend, sitting in his own dorm. When the thought of that boy makes Jaune nervous. Makes his palms sweaty and his heart light.
Jaune looks up at the door, and he finds his feet moving toward it, out of the room and into the hallway in the space of a single blink. A single thought. Fuck it. Never once has he wanted to be plain, or normal, and this boy who’s slowly become his friend– who he’s slowly developed a crush on through days and weeks and months of time– has kissed him. He’s not going to let Cardin just— Just get away with it. He’s not stopping with just one kiss.
Jaune refuses to just let them move past it. To forget. He’s not letting it be just a dream.
He enters the dorm without knocking and doesn’t stop until he’s in front of Cardin. The other boy looks up at him from Russel’s shoulder with dry eyes and whipping aura, bright with confusion. Jaune grabs him by the collar and pulls up at the same time he leans down, until their lips press together again, firm and hard, fireworks lighting up behind his eyes. Real. When he pulls back, he breathes, and watches Cardin do the same.
“I want this,” Jaune says, voice firm as his kiss. “I want to be here, I want you.”
Cardin grips his forearms, fingers pressing into Jaune’s skin till it crinkles and Cardin’s nails leave moon-shaped indents. His mouth opens, but nothing comes out. Jaune leans down, pressing his lips to Cardin’s again, brushing them softly together in answer anyway. When Cardin’s hands loosen, and he pulls back to see the disbelieving smile, Jaune kisses him again just to taste the curve of his mouth. This time, Cardin kisses back, soft.
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