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arc-misadventures · 1 year
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Is Ozpin's surprised by Dwarf Jaune making his own kingdom or is this normal Arc behaviour in they are all born to lead
The Cost of a Crown
Ironwood: Ozpin, we have a situation!
James Ironwood burst into, Ozpin’s office to be met with piles of paper strewed all about his office. Bag, cups, and mugs of coffee were laying about amongst them. And, at a desk covered by both coffee, and paper, a pile of spent pens lay about it. All the while a mad man signed his name again, and again on one piece of paper after the other.
Ironwood: Ozpin?
Ozpin: Leave the papers on the desk… I’ll sign them when I get to them…
Ozpin pay no attention to who was in the room, and just focused on signing whatever was before him.
Ironwood: Ozpin!
James grabbed, Ozpin by the shoulders, shaking him out of his paper signing trance.
Ozpin: Huw…? Oh, Hi, James! H-How is it going…?
Ironwood: Not good, but no where near as bad as you. You look like hell; what happened here? You’re signing blank pieces of paper?
Ozpin: What…? Oh gods I am… Ugh… The hell am I doing…?
Ironwood: W-What’s going on, Ozpin?
Ozpin: Arc… Arc, happened…
Ironwood: Arc? As in, Jaune Arc? The King of the Kingdom Lunaris?
Ozpin: Yes, that short little toadstool of a Huntsman! I sent him on a mission along with his team, and another team to protect a small village, and the dust mine on the outskirts of the village. It was a simple routine mission, perfect for a bunch of first years. But, we received no reports from them in days! Fearing the worst I sent, Glynda along with a third year team to go find them. The third year team returned a day letter with this?!
Ozpin then forced an envelope into, James hand as he broke down on his desk. As he held his head in his hands as he silently plead with the gods that be at what he could have possibly done to deserve this. This time.
James stared at his friend for a moment before deciding he best read the letter contained within.
Ironwood: “Dear Ozpin, I am writing this letter to inform you that as of now, I am tending in my resignation as Deputy Headmistress, and Combat Instructor effectively immediately…” Wait, this is, Glynda’s hand writing?! Did, Glynda quit?! W-Why would she do that?!
Ozpin: Keep reading…
Ironwood: “I have taken up the position as the new, Headmistress of the Lunaris Hunter Academy?!” They have a Hunter Academy now?!
Ozpin: Yep… I lost a third of my students to them in three days… I heard, Mantle’s been having similar problems as well…
Ironwood: “I accept this position as the first Headmistress of the Lunaris Hunter Academy at the behest of, Jaune Arc the Engraver, King of Lunaris.” The Engraver, what kind of nickname is that?
Ozpin: I believe it’s more of a title, at least that’s what, Oobaleck thinks. Probably something to do with him engraving the history, the rise of, something to do with him building his damn kingdom…
Ironwood: “As such I will be leaving my position at, Beacon for green pastures as they say.” So she quit for a better job opportunity? That doesn’t seem like something, Glynda would do.
Ozpin: It isn’t… But, the next part will also explain why she’s quitting…
Ironwood: This better be good then… “I will also be becoming his Highness Jaune Arc’s first bride, and become the High Queen of Lunaris?!” She’s getting married to that, Arc bastard?! How the hell did this happen?! She’s at least a decade older than him!
Ozpin: Glynda has had a thing for, Mr. Arc since he first arrived here. Apparently it was because of the power, and persona his small stature seemingly emanated from him. As well as his noble, and courteous gentleman like behaviour that she found quite attractive. At least that’s what, Port said…
Ironwood: “I will send you official wedding invitations as soon as the wedding date has been set in stone.” Please tell me that’s not some sort of joke.
Ozpin: Best not to think about it…
Ironwood: “Sincerely, Glynda Goodwitch. Headmistress of the Hunter Academy of Lunaris.” T-The hell is all of this?!
Ozpin: Hell itself my friend! As soon as I received that letter I’ve been trapped here at my desk for days. Signing, and filling out document, after document! I curse, Arc for doing this to me! If I had know this was going to happen, I would have never sent him away that day! But, here we fucking are! Up a sewer line, without a boat!
Ironwood: You didn’t expect this to happen?
Ozpin: Who the hell would expect this to happen? That short little stunted dwarf goes for a routine mission, next thing I know, in a matter of weeks he’s built a kingdom that rivals, Atlas, both in its economy, and military power!
Ironwood: He’s what?!
Ozpin: Y-You didn’t know? Oh… You’re going to be in for a rude awakening…
Ironwood: What are you…?! Hold on, I’m getting a scroll call.
Ozpin: This should be good…
As, Ozpin drank from his mug, he watched intently as, James pulled out his scroll, and answered a call he would have never expected before this day.
Ironwood: Specialist Clover, what is it?
Clover: Sir, I need to deliver a report on our trip to the, Kingdom of Lunaris.
Ironwood: Already, what happened?
Clover: We were attacked as soon as we reach the cities gate by the, Lunarians. They overwhelmed us in minutes, taking us as hostage, and brought us before the, King.
Ironwood: How is that possible? They should barely have a mock militia, how could they beat of team of highly trained, Hunters?
Clover: Those reports are outdated, Sir. They have a military force on par with us.
Ironwood: How is that possible?
Clover: Unknown, Sir.
Ironwood: I take it we won’t be getting access to their, Dust supplies then?
Clover: Not likely, Sir; They have a strong anti-Atlas, and anti-SDC bias amongst the people here.
Ironwood: Haa… The, Atlas council is going to love this. I’m going to be having, Jacques Schnee screaming down my neck for this.
Clover: Speaking of the, Schnee’s, Sir. We’ve had some… interesting developments.
Ironwood: What kind of developments?
Clover: Well, the King of Lunaris has made several threats to, and about the SDC. And, is witnessed to have said, and I quote: ‘I’ll take, Jacques wife, and show him how a real man fucks.’ End quote.
Ironwood: Well, Specialist Schnee must have loved hearing that.
Clover: Yeah… Uhhh… Sir, Specialist Schnee… has resigned her commission with the Atlasian Military…
Ironwood: SHE WHAT?!
Clover: Apparently as soon as she saw, King Arc, and his glorious beard… She dropped to her knees, and pledged her life to him. Hoping to improve relations between, Atlas, Mantle, and the SDC. Specialist Ederne has also resigned for similar reasons.
Ozpin: The, Arc charm strikes again…
Ironwood: You’ve got to be kidding me! I lost two, Specialists just because they looked at a man?!
Clover: And, his most glorious beard…
Ironwood: Haaaa… Is there anything that can be done to bring them back?
Clover: Not unless you convince her to leave yourself, Sir. There isn’t anything else I think we can do, Sir.
Ironwood: Understood, Specialist. Take what’s left of your team, and return to, Atlas. You’ll be debrief further on your return.
Clover: Very well, Sir.
James soon ended the call as he cusped his head in his hands, tiredly groaning as he took in all of this new information.
Ozpin: So… What are you going to do now?
Ironwood: …
Ironwood: Get drunk?
Ozpin: Good idea.
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bonez-yard · 1 year
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Time to hop onto this train-
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Clover/Marrow NSFW headcanons?
Hell yeah Ace Ops representation!
I wasn't sure whether you wanted separate headcanons or ship headcanons, so I decided to go with separate. If you want me to do Clover x Marrow headcanons just send me another ask and I'll do it!
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Clover and Marrow NSFW Headcanons
Clover Ebi
Clover is a playful lover through and through. He finds sex to be a lot of fun and happily enjoys every moment
His foreplay is quite sensual though. He loves to kiss your whole body, from top to bottom. Every part of you will be blessed by his lips. And when I say every part, I mean every part
He is also into small nibbles on your ears and collarbone, and if he gets into it he'll run his tongue across your skin. This man just love using his mouth, okay?
Likes to mix up your positions and isn't afraid to experiment if you have any ideas! But he admits, doggy style is a great default
Loves to tease you quite a bit. If you moan or are particularly loud, he loves to point it out and call attention to it
"Wow baby, I didn't know you liked it that much. I can feel you tightening around my cock, you sound so indecent. But be careful now, the others might hear us~"
Whenever you give him head, Clover gently rests his hand on your head, tangling his fingers in your hair, leading your momentum. It's not forceful, it's steady and comforting
Washes you with praise, making sure you know how good of a job you're doing. Uses a lot of pet names but defaults to "Babe" and "Baby"
Prefers to cum on your face or body, finishing inside doesn't do much for him. Seeing your lewd face covered in his seed is so hot to him
His luck somehow comes in handy, as he almost always climaxes at the perfect time
Likes to lay down after sex with your head on this chest, his arm around you. He is always down for post-sex cuddles where you just talk and laugh together
Marrow Amin
As the disciple Willam once said, "This Boy is a Bottom"
No but seriously, Marrow is pretty submissive in the bedroom. Being in a position who follows orders for a living, he likes someone that will take charge in bed. Something about being dominated makes him go nuts
Very into petplay, has a collection of collars and leashes. But he feels incredibly guilty about it. He is conflicted on whether this is enforcing Faunus sterotypes and negative societal issues. He knows he should probably be disgusted by the notion, but just the thought of how taboo it is turns him on so bad
At the start he can be a real brat. Disobeying, giving snarky complaints, he'll rudely question and turn down everything you want to do in bed. He obviously wants to get a rise out of you, and the longer you hold out the more annoyed he gets
When you eventually lose your cool and shut him up, the fun starts
Once you show you aren't taking his shit and just take what you want, Marrow just melts. Being thrown around and treated so roughly makes him feel so powerless, it's hot as fuck
You better push his face into the bed and force his arms behind him, and absolutely rail his ass
If you ask if or imply he is enjoying it he will try to deny it. But you can tell by the way his tail wags aggressively that it's a big fat lie
While at the start he is a bit more engaged, eventually he is just reduced to no words, just panting and howling in pleasure
After you both finish he just kinda lays there for awhile. His orgasms can get pretty intense so it will take a second for him to stop shaking
Marrow loves to lay in bed spooning with you. Despite being a sub, he doesn't mind being the big or little spoon. Just being in contact with you is enough for him
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merakiui · 24 days
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everything is going to be okay.
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yandere!trey clover x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, descriptions of unsettling imagery, derealization, implied drugging, descriptions of hyperdontia, descriptions of teeth falling out, non-graphic allusions to sexual assault, emotional manipulation, gaslighting note: 01110111011011110111010101101100011001000010000001101001001000000110110001101001011001010010000001110100011011110010000001111001011011110111010100111111
i. itchiness - the worst feeling in the world is knowing something is inside of you, and there’s nothing you can do to get it out.
A white rabbit blinks up at you with its beady, red eyes. Its nose twitches. Once. Twice. Thrice. A quiet breeze slithers through the field in which you currently stand, surrounded by lush greenery and colorful wildflowers. They sprawl endlessly, clawing at the horizon beyond with botanical fingers. You watch rainbows sway, dewy petals fluttering like butterfly wings beating against a cloudless, cerulean sky.
You take one step towards the rabbit and it takes off in a sprint, bounding through knee-high grass. You stagger after it, crushing flowers underfoot. Stems snap like spines, sturdy until smashed. You hear agony whispered in the wind: How could you? How could you? How could you?
Shrugging it off, you pursue the rabbit. The grass grows with every passing minute, thickening in abundance. It’s so tall it blocks your view of the sun, eclipsing your figure like a menacing shadow. You fight through it, your gaze pinned solely on the speck of white fur. Verdant blades brush your skin, soft like silk. Itchy like hair. Itchy like maggots wriggling in marrow.
Itchy.
You struggle through the infestation until, eventually, you burst through the grass. The other side is calmer here. When you glance back at the way you came, you find a wall of grass stretching up into the above. The wildflowers are nowhere to be seen, but you can hear them when you stick your head through the grass. They’re still weeping: Why? Why? Why? It’s not fair. We were so happy. You’ve stomped us out—ruined us. We’ll never grow back the same.
“You coming?”
You whirl at the sound of a familiar voice, scanning the field in search of him. Instead, the rabbit is just a few feet away. It tilts its head at you, ears pricked. You meet its scarlet stare.
Something tells you you’re better off waiting. There’s no point in chasing, but curiosity crawls into your cranium. You hurry ahead, single steps sliding into fast, frantic footfalls. The rabbit moves quickly, its little legs thumping against the ground. You run until your every breath squeezes your heart. Until your head is dizzy. Until you’re nauseous and panting.
You run all the way to the edge of a forest, the field falling away in patches, and you reach for the trees, fingers splayed. The rabbit is within your grasp.
You step with your right leg and crush a violet butterwort.
Pain shoots through your foot in a white-hot flash. The butterwort stabs through your sole, emerging from your flesh as if it’s simply a clay pot with soil for snuggling. You yank your leg away and roots are ripped from the ground with it, attached to the flower stuck in your foot. Warm blood trickles out. Green grass is stained rusty-red. It sweeps along your calf, a physical lullaby.
Itchy.
“Fuck,” you hiss, stumbling backwards. The root goes with you, an endless strand set deep into the ground. You tug, but the flower persists. It folds itself into a bow and wraps its petals around your foot in a parasitic hug. “Let go of me.”
At the edge of the forest, the rabbit remains. Watching. Waiting. Wondering.
You flop onto your side, breathing heavy and haggard. The pain is itchy. The blood is itchy. The flower is itchy. You grab at it with shaky fingers and attempt to pry it off. Trees tower overhead, bark bending forwards to loom like leering fiends. With all of your might, you yank the butterwort out. It comes free with a sickening snap, soil-speckled roots dragging through the hole in your foot.
Itchy.
Between the breeze and your devastated whimpers, you hear it—the withered wheezing of the earth beneath your body.
Suddenly, the trees have eyes. Suddenly, everything is alive.
Desperately, you stretch your arm towards the rabbit. It blinks at you. Once. Twice. Thrice. And then it turns and disappears into the forest beyond.
You roll over on your back just as more butterworts bloom from soil moistened with your blood. A garden germinates from flesh and bone.
You shut your eyes.
Itchy.
When you open them, you see a single blade of grass backdropped by a cumulus-spotted sky. He peers down at you, glasses glinting in the sunlight, and offers his hand.
“Nice day for a nap, isn’t it?” He smiles a boyish, lopsided grin.
You stare for another quiet second before closing your hand around his. “Trey…”
Right. Your friend, Trey, who offered to stay with you in the wake of…something. Something about companionship. Something about looking out for you during difficult times. Something about something. 
Was that it? What did he say again?
Words are a valuable thing for people like Trey. When strung together, they create stories and Trey is especially good at amazing others with sugared ambiguity.
You allow him to pull you up. When he moves to brush the grass clinging to your clothes, you jerk away. The two of you stare at each other for an abnormally long time.
A discordant note resounds within your head, a strangled cry from a pretty piano. The jarring crash of splintered glass. Looking at him now, in his green-and-white checkered jumper and boring, beige slacks, you feel…itchy. There’s a dull ache at the back of your throat. You think you might be coming down with a cold.
Spring is just starting to poke through the frost of winter. Even though today’s sunny and the weather is warmer than usual, there’s a frigid feeling in the air. A disconnect between seasons. That odd border between not-quite-winter and not-quite-spring.
“How long was I out for?”
Trey’s hand falls to his side. “Long enough to give the muffins time to cool.” He nods in the direction of the house, a quaint structure built at the edge of the forest. “I made your favorite.”
You brighten like candles lit in a birthday cake. Twenty of them, in fact, all arranged perfectly. It will take twenty more for you to overcome the tragedy of never having the chance to partake, for every slice was dragged onto the plate and devoured with haste. And all the while the flames flickered, burning wax down to tiny stumps.
Itchy.
Blueberry muffins are placed on a circular glass plate. The accompanying dome lid sits off to the side. You take one and turn it over in your hands. How does someone determine their favorite food? And when does that food stop becoming a preference? Memories attach themselves to everything: clothing, rooms, bodies. Even food. If something unsavory happens when indulging in a favorite, the memory soaks into the batter. The next time you encounter it, even if it’s in a dream, you avoid it. Not because the food has lost its flavor, but because the memory has corrupted the comfort of the gastronomic experience.
In a distant past, you think you liked blueberry muffins. Certainly at one point, right?
Still, you bring it to your lips and bite into spongy bliss.
Blood fills your mouth.
Trey’s initial placidity morphs into something disturbed. He moves to your side, to your aid, but you shove him away. The blueberry muffin lands on the table in a spoiled heap, crumbs scattering. You spit chunks of muffin into your palms. It feels like something’s lodged in your throat. A tiny porcelain hand pinching the skin of your esophagus in an unrelenting hold. A wad of something impossible to swallow. Like words or screams.
Crimson-tinged saliva dribbles past your lips. Lying in your hands, amidst bits of chewed muffin, is a sliver of skin.
“(Name)?”
Your name sounds wrong on his tongue.
“Hey, are you okay? Let me get you some water. Wait right there.”
Wrong. It’s wrong.
You stare at the flabby piece of skin. Your skin.
Trey returns with the aforementioned water. He pulls a chair out from the table. “Sit and have a drink. Not too fast. Slowly now.”
The rest of the muffin is swept away, destined for the rubbish bin. While you watch Trey clean up your mess, you sip at lukewarm water. Your tongue squirms in your mouth, searching for the space that’s now bleeding freely. You find it, almost like one finds the space where a missing tooth ought to be, and prod at it with your tongue. It’s raw and sensitive. Stinging slightly. You wince.
“Bit my cheek,” comes your reply when Trey walks over. He wipes his hands on a towel patterned with tulips. “Hurts.”
Trey frowns. Golden hues flick from the plate of muffins to your forlorn face. He lowers to his knees, peering up at you through his glasses. “Don’t eat so fast next time, all right? You could choke.”
“Tastes funny.”
“I can’t imagine it’s very appetizing. Blood and blueberry muffins… A crazy combo, yeah?”
“Yeah…”
He chuckles. “Well.” He runs his hand through his hair. It reminds you of the grass and trees outside. Of a summer that has long since passed. “Nothing like a little scare to liven the afternoon. How’re you feeling?”
You set your half-empty glass on the table. “Better. Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. You wanna try another one? I promise the next one won’t have you biting your cheek.”
“I… I think I’m good. Thank you, though.”
“As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters.” Trey smiles. “I’ll make something softer for dinner. Any requests for the chef?”
You think back on all of your favorites and choose something you wouldn’t mind losing. “Lentil soup.”
After tonight, you’ll never enjoy the taste of that dish again.
Maybe that’s okay. Soups are easy to eat. Easy to slip special sentiments in.
Soup is what becomes of your brain when your body is too itchy.
ii. incessant - static is buzzing in your ears. buzzing, buzzing, buzzing. fluffy like bumblebees. sharp as a sting.
The elusive rabbit is looking at you again, red eyes boring into the back of your skull. You glance over your shoulder at it. A little bow fashioned from blades of grass is fastened around its neck. It nods in a new direction, urging you to follow. For a moment, you stand there and wait. Deep down in some forgotten corner of your stomach, you know you’ll never be able to catch the rabbit.
So you fall into step as it hops off to its destination.
Hedges line the horizon, boasting roses and thorns. The rabbit leads you all the way to the entrance of the maze. A xylophone rattles. You step forward. Another hedge rises from the ground up to trap you inside. With the rabbit out of sight and no other way around, you trek onwards into the maze.
The frequency at which xylophone chimes are registered and translated in your mind are muffled. At best, they’re almost silenced. At worst, they are static—piercing and grating in your ears.
Amidst so much static, Trey’s voice has always remained at the same pitch. An immutable intonation, one that fills the clouds with buoyant assurances: Just relax. You’re all right. I’ve got you.
You don’t think you’ve ever heard him shout, but that makes sense. Grass only whistles and shivers in the breeze. It never screams. It’s soft and sweet—a wondrous embrace until it begins to feel itchy with time. Like a wool sweater. Like ants crawling in lines up your arms. Like cobwebs wrapped around your wrists.
The grass in your garden sounds more like static. Incessant, ear-splitting static. In your brain, bunching up like scribbles on paper, and falling in waterfalls from his mouth whenever he speaks.
It was static you heard when the grass cradled you in wispy tendrils.
Quiet at first, as if the world had been clicked off like a bad program on television, and then the static came seeping in. Rot was encroaching, grabbing at the rabbit and gutting it before your horrified eyes.
Somewhere within the maze, a jovial, uplifting song spills from a spinet. It puts you at ease, filling your soul with serenity.
Itchy dissonance. A rabbit split open, gooey innards tumbling free. Cotton fur tarnished. Lines running red.
Dead.
The spinet swells with rhythm. You’re walking yourself into corners, traveling in circles.
Incessant melodies, ringing in your ears like cicada shrieks.
The circle winds around and around. Where are you going? Hedges on either side, white roses blooming from comforting green. The deeper you delve, the darker they bloom. Mottled, petals wilting, white closes up and shrivels away.
Blotted black with tar, trailing in thick streaks.
Your feet pound against mossy meadows. You need to find the exit. It’s here and then there and then here again. It’s everywhere and then it’s nowhere. It’s here. Here. Here. Here. Here—
Now it’s there!
Static screeches. Blood trickles from your ears.
It hurts until it doesn’t. Until the static numbs everything and all that’s left is nothing. Blank and bitter, a wonderland set on mute.
The hedges breathe alongside you. It’s incessant, unintelligible static.
Frosting melts on cake. Pastels are sticky and spoiled. Candles droop.
A xylophone played in garbled glissando.
Quiet breaths. In and out. In and out. The grass whispers to you: “Hey, it’s fine. You trust me, right?”
In and out.
Out and in.
In and out.
Out. Out. Out. Incessant itchiness. Get it out.
Glass shatters. The rabbit’s heart, still beating faintly, is slit. 
That…didn’t just happen, did it?
It didn’t, right?
Grass is supposed to be soft and full of life when watered with love.
That didn’t just happen.
What happened?
The grass billows in a breeze. “You’re fine. I’ve got you.”
You’re not. You…are anything but fine.
What happened?
You run under an arch, past thinning hedges, over the threshold, and burst into the kitchen.
“Trey!”
He startles, almost dropping a bowl of cake batter. His glasses sit crooked on his face. It takes a moment for him to process your arrival. He sets the bowl on the countertop and turns fully to face you, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His concern makes your skin prickle.
Itchy.
“Everything okay?”
Incessant.
“Why…” Your fingers curl around the doorframe. You gulp down a gasp. “Why are you here again?”
He gives you a weird look. “You said you needed my help—that you were having trouble getting up in the morning. Remember? Actually… Here. How about this? Do you want me to fix you a cup of chamomile? It’ll help with anxiety and insomnia.”
Your once rapid-moving world slows to a screeching halt. You said that? When? When did you say that? When the fuck did you say that?
“I…don’t remember saying that. Ever. I don’t think I invited you here either…”
Trey shakes his head, tutting softly. “I get it. It’s rough. I know.” He folds the spatula through the batter. Calmly. “But you’re exaggerating. I’m only here to help.”
Static. Incessant, itchy static. You blink owlishly at him, straining to hear over it.
“What?”
“I came over because you asked me to, and I’m staying to make sure you’re all right.”
“I’m fine.” You point towards the door. “I think… Trey, I think you need to leave.”
His arm, which had previously been moving in circles, falls still. He sets the bowl down again. “We’ve talked about this before, (Name).”
“I don’t remember.”
“All the more reason for me to stay, yeah?”
“No… No, that’s not—”
Trey smiles, his tone lighthearted. “Hey, relax. You’ll feel better after something sweet. It won’t take long for the cake to bake. Wait for a little longer. If you want, you can lick the spatula when I’m done—”
“I don’t want cake.”
“No? I remember you told me it was your favorite, though. Am I remembering wrong?”
Is he?
“It’s…gross.”
“Gross?” He chuckles sheepishly. “That bad, huh? Not a fan of my baking?”
You gaze past him at the batter in the bowl. Confetti cake. You look towards Trey again. “What was that?”
He opens his mouth, but you don’t hear the words.
Static.
Incessant, itchy static.
You track his lips, his eyes, his hands.
“What?”
Sound seeps in, crunchy but audible.
“…a joke,” he’s saying. “I was just joking.”
“I don’t understand…”
“Don’t worry about it. My feelings aren’t hurt. I know you enjoy my baking.”
The TV tunes into a nonexistent channel. Static buzzes on the screen.
Loud. Louder. So loud!
You can’t hear yourself think. Can’t hear your lungs wheeze. Can’t hear yourself speaking slowly as you stumble into the grass’s green embrace.
Incessant. You’ll go insane. Static. Incessant. Too much. You feel sick. Bile drags itself up your throat.
Loud. Loud. Loud. Impossibly, incessantly loud!
Your arm sweeps through the air. The bowl is flung across the room. Ceramic shatters. Batter spatters on the wall and kitchen tiles. You feel the dull ache in the aftermath. Trey’s speaking, but it’s just static. All-consuming. Buzzing like flies over birthday cake gone bad. Incessant.
And then the TV clicks off.
And then it’s quiet.
iii. insanity - over and over and over and over and over and over and over and and and and and and and andandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandand01100001011100100110010100100000011110010110111101110101001000000110111101101011011000010111100100111111
Teeth. All thirty-two of them. Porcelain teeth. All forty-two of them.
They grow under your tongue and along the roof of your mouth in clusters. Insanity. It’s doing the same thing incessantly while anticipating different results. Insanity. It’s looking at too many teeth crammed where they shouldn’t be.
Opening your mouth as wide as it can go, you peer at yourself in the mirror. Your tongue runs along them. Smooth.
Teeth. All fifty-two of them. Hellish hyperdontia.
Grass is pesky when it gets in your mouth, reaching far with green fingers.
Flossing is important. If you forget, your gums will bleed and bleed, and then your mouth will be in for a world of pain. You’re smarter than this, so you need to keep up good dental hygiene. Brush and floss as you would, but not too hard or else you’ll break.
Insanity. It’s taking advice from butterworts and rabbits—from meadows tilled and filled with sin.
Teeth. Too many. Have you been flossing properly?
And then they’re at the back of your throat, sprouting from skin like the dainty heads of a dozen Frozen Charlottes. You stick your fingers down your throat to grab at one, but you can’t get hold of it. You cough. Teeth are closing up your esophagus. You look at your mouth and see a lamprey.
Insanity. It’s full of teeth.
You gag around them, heaving mouthfuls of air that struggle to reach your lungs. You feel teeth in there, too, growing in groups like an invasive species. You brace yourself against the sink, gripping the edge so tightly your knuckles sting. Your jaw is starting to feel sore.
Terrified, you find your reflection staring back with wide eyes. And then the first tooth comes loose. It falls into the basin of the sink with a pattering clink. You inhale through your nose, and that’s as much of your shock as you can express before more teeth follow suit. They shift out of your gums, one by one, until dozens of them are spilling out in calcium rain. Bent over the sink, you spit and spit. Tears threaten to pour from your eyes.
This can’t be happening.
You try to scream, to beg for it to stop, but the teeth keep coming. For every few that fall out, twenty more grow. It’s a cycle.
Insanity.
Incessant.
Itchy.
You sob helplessly, salt mingling with saliva and teeth.
When you look back at the mirror, you see blood stringing from empty gums.
The bathroom light flickers. Dizzying darkness. An unusual heat settles under your skin.
Itchy.
Incessant.
Insanity.
The bathroom light flickers. Blinding brightness. You’re still reeling. The heat won’t go away. Your eyelids are heavy. You feel sleepy, but it’s only early evening.
“Everything okay?”
You spy Trey in the mirror. His arm is propped against the doorframe as he leans in, half of his body shrouded in the shadows from the hall.
You swallow. It goes down smoothly. The teeth have retreated.
“T-Too much chamomile,” you grind out, reaching up to touch the column of your throat.
Teeth. All thirty-two of them.
The basin is empty. No teeth.
“How about a slice of bread? You’ve gotta eat something, (Name).”
“I’m not hungry.”
Your tongue traces all thirty-two of your teeth. They’re there, rooted firmly in your gums.
Trey frowns. “At least let me heat the leftover lentil. It’s liquid. You won’t bite your cheek again.”
“I might burn my tongue.”
“If you’re worried, I could feed you instead. Airplane it and everything.”
At your bewildered stare, Trey laughs and holds his hands up in mock surrender.
“Joking.”
“Are you really here to help me?”
He lowers his arms. An uncanny cold fills the bathroom.
“Nothing is going to get you.”
“What?”
“There’s nothing here, (Name). You’re safe.” Trey glances down the hall for good measure. The hair on your neck rises, alert. “It’s in your head. You’re messing with yourself, you know, getting worked up over things that aren’t really there. I promise you’re okay. Nothing can hurt you while I’m here.”
It’s not in your head. Of course not. It couldn’t be.
Right?
It’s not really in your head, is it?
You storm out of the bathroom, pushing past Trey in your impatience. He follows you soundlessly. Everything looks the same. The sofa. The wallpaper. The kitchen. The cracks and creaks. Nothing’s changed.
So is it in your head? What is it—the thing in your head? It’s itchy and incessant. It makes everyone gaze at you as if you’re insane.
If you could, you’d take a scalpel to your body and cut yourself out of your skin, put it through a long wash cycle, and hang it out to dry. Maybe then the thing would leave.
You stop at the front door, suddenly hesitant. Has it all been in your head? Are you going crazy? Is Trey right: There’s nothing here and you’re making everything up?
You wrench it open.
A black rabbit blinks up at you with its milky-white eyes. Its nose twitches. Once. Twice. Thrice. A loud gust slithers through the field in which you currently observe, surrounded by decaying greenery and wilted wildflowers. They sprawl endlessly, clawing at the horizon beyond with broken fingers. You watch monochrome tones sway, dried petals flaking off like scabs against a battered, bloodless sky.
You take one step towards the rabbit and it takes off in a sprint, bounding through—
The grass gathers you in a hug. It whispers strangely soothing static.
“Everything is going to be okay.”
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hadesisqueer · 1 year
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Very much probably tomorrow (if not, the next day) I'll start with the Best RWBY Ship Poll. It will include 32 ships (monogamous or poly, no incest) that I've selected, and it will have the same system as the Hottest RWBY Character Poll.
Ships included:
1) Renora (Lie Ren x Nora Valkyrie)
2) Arkos (Jaune Arc x Pyrrha Nikos)
3) Nuts and Dolts (Penny Polendina x Ruby Rose)
4) Bumbleby (Yang Xiao Long x Blake Belladonna)
5) Whiterose (Ruby Rose x Weiss Schnee)
6) JNPR Berries (Poly team JNPR)
7) Frosen Steel (Weiss Schnee x Ruby Rose x Penny Polendina)
8) Qrowin (Qrow Branwen x Winter Schnee)
9) Blacksun (Blake Belladonna x Sun Wukong)
10) Seamonkeys (Sun Wukong x Neptune Vasilias)
11) Bees Schness (Yang Xiao Long x Blake Belladonna x Weiss Schnee)
12) Poly STR (Raven Branwen x Taiyang Xiao Long x Summer Rose)
13) Martial Arcs (Lie Ren x Jaune Arc)
14) Sunny Bees (Yang Xiao Long x Blake Belladonna x Sun Wukong)
15) Schneekos (Weiss Schnee x Pyrrha Nikos)
16) Crosshares (Velvet Scarlatina x Coco Adel)
17) Hellbore (Winter Schnee x May Marigold)
18) Tauradonna (Blake Belladonna x Adam Taurus) (ew)
19) Cinwin (Winter Schnee x Cinder Fall)
20) Rosebird (Raven Branwen x Summer Rose)
21) Fair Game (Clover Ebi x Qrow Branwen)
22) Ladybug (Ruby Rose x Blake Belladonna)
23) Monochrome (Blake Belladonna x Weiss Schnee)
24) Freezerburn (Weiss Schnee x Yang Xiao Long)
25) Spicecream (Neopolitan x Cinder Fall)
26) Gemstones (Emerald Sustrai x Ruby Rose)
27) Emercury (Mercury Black x Emerald Sustrai)
28) Catmaleon (Ilia Amitola x Blake Belladonna)
29) Guard Dogs (Jaune Arc x Marrow Amin)
30) Schneewood Forest (Robyn Hill x Winter Schnee)
31) Arcotta (Saphron Cotta-Arc x Terra Cotta-Arc)
32) Prismatic Ponytails (Ilia Amitola x Weiss Schnee)
I know there are many (too many) more ships but I've selected these 32 that are mostly popular or well-known so. Have fun when it starts!
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spectralscathath · 7 months
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Same anon from the Tyrisummer ask - are there any other rwby ships you like that aren't that well known?
Hello again, Anon! And yes, I am a very big fan of many different less popular rwby ships, because the majority of the canon ships I loathe (not you taisummer you can stay), and a lot of the commonly popular ships don't do it for me either (not you freezerburn and ladybug you can also stay).
So here's a non exhaustive list of obscure-ish rwby ships I like, which I may or may not have discussed before:
Nora/May Marigold: if Nora lived in Antares this would be endgame this is MY SHIP
Ruby/Marrow: my need to make ruby aroace vs my adoration of 'little red riding hood X the big bad wolf'-themed ships
Elm/Ironwood: I'll be dead before I stop shipping this they're so soft
Yang/Mercury: this isn't even that obscure I just need to rep my favs
Theo/Leo: I love old gay war veterans (canon theo does not exist to me I see only Old Cowboy Theo (also featured in azre btw shoutout to azre))
Marrow/Adam: I'll die on the 'childhood best friends to idealistically-opposed to lovers' hill
Tai/Oobleck: they dated.
Marcus/Neo: It's the hamster with a banana meme if the hamster was a yandere
BRIR polycule: Sisterhood of Evil WLW Huntresses (them not being the true villains of arrowfell was a cop-out)
Vernal/Weiss: the princessXbandit vibes are immaculate, this was the real butch/femme rwby ship dynamic all along
Sun/Mercury: Mercury at all times deserves a buff blonde with big tits and a bigger heart
Clover/Watts: I'll ship this just for the shipname alone (it's 'phishing' btw)
Sun/Ruby: also not obscure technically but they're so qpr that I made a playlist for them
and finally,
the one that got me vagued on fucking
UQUIZ
Clover/Robyn: I know this uqiz was talking about me specifically because it mentioned that lucky shot had a fanfic and at the time I had the only purely Lucky Shot fic up on ao3 (no qrow involved), if nothing else can be my legacy I want it to be this.☘️🏹
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kob131 · 2 years
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"The writers aren't going to listen to their fans, because they can't even be bothered to listen to their own staff, because they "learned their lesson" to "listen to their gut" and "stick to their guns," and to ignore anybody who tries to educate their CisHet White Male selves on the matters of positive and accurate representation. Not just queer, but with everything. It happened with Jaune>Ruby, it happened with the White Fang, it happened with Emerald, it happened with Flynt Coal, it happened with Jaune>Ruby again, it happened with Yang, it happened with Cinder, it happened with Tyrian, it happened with Jaune>Ruby again, it happened with Pilot Boi, it happened with Ghira, it happened with Blake, it happened with Leo, it happened with Ilia, it happened with Sienna, it happened with Adam, it happened with Oz, it happened with Salem, it happened with Jaune>Ruby again, it happened with Terra Cotta, it happened with Ironwood, it happened with Marrow, it happened with Elm, it happened with Vine, it happened with Harriet, it happened with Clover, it happened with Qrow, it happened with Winter, it happened with Penny, it happened with Jaune>Ruby again - over and over and over and over and over, the fans have spent the past ten years explaining exactly how and why [X problem] was actually a real, tangible problem, with the writers either blatantly ignoring it, or hand-waving it away with vague and empty promises to "be better about it," only to pull the exact same shit all over again.
Ten years of hundredth chances, ten years of patient (or in some cases, not so patient, which is why we get villainized) adherence to the "Just Wait" rule, ten years of practically begging to see even tiny improvements only to be left hanging (or worse, to be directly baited as Eddy admitted happened with Fair Game, and then to be attacked directly by crwby itself and treated as if we were "just imagining things" and that we were "just horny salty fanboys" and that "it's not bait if we never intended to canonize the worm in the first place" and that it's our fault we were foolish enough to think Rooster Teeth would include queer rep and tentatively bit down on the hook) ten years of having it be PROVEN to us that the people who do most of the writing for RWBY write it specifically with a White Straight Male audience in mind, because at the time of RWBY's creation, data shows that Rooster Teeth's fanbase was 93% Male identified and 7% Female identified, and the separate demographic that was attracted solely to RWBY itself was just basically bonus income on top of that."
I saw this and I think it's a good showcase of an older RWBY critics. So let this be a lesson to the RWBY stans who not so coincidentally sound exactly the same.
For those who don't know what they're referring to, an old RWBY AMA on Reddit had this from Miles-
"-Boi howdy, did that take us by surprise. There's always a background character that gets super popular. Last season it was the Waitress. This season it was Pilot Boi and Cute Faunus Guard. Interesting story, we originally had a line for the Pilot that subtly told the audience he had a boyfriend back in Atlas (this was done in our attempt to get better about having more LGBTQ+ representation). However, when scripts went out to the team, a number of crew members were concerned that our first homosexual character with a line of dialogue addressing his sexuality was going to die in the very next episode and was "also kind of a selfish jerk". Soooo, we scrapped the line. Next thing we know, he's the most popular character of the volume and we're kicking ourselves for not sticking to our guns."
And the whole spiel is about how they wanted to keep Pilot as LGBT due to his popularity even though he's bAd rEP. Except that what makes bad representation (being stereotypical, being one dimensional ect.) makes a bad character IN GENERAL. It's why bad writers, no matter their subgroup, can't write good representation- You have to be a good writer. And given that Pilot Guy was so prevelant in Volume 5, he clearly resonated with/entertained so many people. So making him LGBT would have made a fan favorite LGBT, making it far more likely he'd be accepted. That's what happened with Illa. It's what happened with May.
But then, they don't care about the writing. Read it again- they care that the people don't have the right fucking genitals or melatonin content. Or rather, they don't get what they want EXACTLY when they want it. So they lash out like selfish children, crying about how thy don't get their cookie until after dinner. Except they DID get their cookie and they're being a greedy shithead.
Example? OP's own fucking examples.
Jaune>Ruby? Only happened in Volume 1...in the most shallow way possible (given that Ruby herself was a big part of JAUNE'S OWN ARC). Volume 2 gave her the involvement with the actual plot as well as her moment with Penny, Volume 3 gave her Penny's death, Pyrrha's death and being the driving force behind THE REST OF THE SHOW and Jaune got...a half baked arc that was made about Ruby in the only Volume where it got more than a episode (Volume 4).
The White Fang? Basically just "FUCK YOU FOR NO SUPPORING MY POLITICS!" With said politics being "Let me be as racist as a person from the 1920's.'
Emerald? Basically 'HOW DARE YOU MAKE A VILLAIN DARK SKINNED?!' while ignoring that she was a better person than her white cohorts (Roman, Mercury, Cinder).
Flynt Coal? Calling racism over a name (because 'black black')...while ignoring the German 'White White' girl.
Yang? That they skipped over her character arc...then gave her the lion's share of Volume 5 which they ignored because Jaune got mad at the woman who murdered his best friend for nothing was right there.
Cinder? Talking about her being a bland villain...which got shot and killed in Volumes 7 and 8.
Tyrian? Something something 'psychopath is offensive to people with mental disorders'. Completely ignoring LEGITIMATE PSYCHOPATHS..
Pilot Boy? See above.
Ghira? Something about him not being allowed to be seen as competent. ... Even though they accept Sienna being competent despite doing ACTIVE harm because Blake said so...in the same monologue saying Ghira was just as effective and more stable, just slower.
Blake? Her acting 'like a bitch' in Volume 4 despite the very clear reason of 'I just went through tramuatic events and am going through an arc.'
Leo? That having a Fanaus headmaster be a villain was racist. Even though he was still better than every other villain not named 'Emerald' present. He even got a shot in against Raven.
Illa? Psycho Lesbian...right in front of Adam 'Wannabe Racial Supremacist' Taurus. Also got redeemed and everyone went mysteriously quiet, almost like no one wanted to own up to their bullshit.
Sienna? See the WF section and add in racism accusations because Indonesians can't handle a fictional character dying apparently.
Adam? See WF section AGAIN.
Ozpin? Calling out the CRWBY for having the leader of the good guys preaching trust keeping VERY IMPORTANT secrets because 'uwu sad backstory'...after spending three years calling him the true secret bad guy.
Salem? Something about her not being a good villain because generic, cookie cutter complaints that really mean 'You will never appease us, slave.'
Terra Arc-Cotta? 'Racism' 'Why?' 'Fuck you!!!'
Ironwood? Some bullshit excuse about prosthetics that fails when you look at everyone with prosthetics which is just a cover for 'Gimmie my husbando or else.'
Elm, Harriet, Vine, Marrow? See above because no one talks about them outside of being an extension of James.
Clover and Qrow? 'We decided they were gay which not even half of the LGBT fanbase saw so you did a bad.'
20 swings, all misses.
This is not some grand outlier either. I have seen HUNDREDS, if not a THOUSAND criticisms. I have seen about a couple dozen stragglers and a half dozen consistent producers of good criticism...of which only THREE (Faboover, that Whitely Blog and Dual) are still around.
It's all just entitlement. 'You dared to ascertain your ownership over something you made so now I will bully you into compliance.'
As OP would say, over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.
Tens of thousands of chances on hitting a fucking t-ball. They always miss, split their head open on the bat and then try suing for damages after proclaiming themselves so much better than the coach.
Fair Game is a perfect example. Nothing was explictly romantic...or even implictedly. It was just some guys bonding. I have seen actual ship baiting (Amorshipping from Pokemon) and Fair Game does not fit. People picked up on some flirty animation that the WRITERS didn't intend for, used a character for their purpose and people shat themselves. Blaming them for YOUR immaturity is fucking disgusting.
But hey, this is how the crowd has ALWAYS worked. Don't give them what they want immediately? 'Kill yourself, Monty hates you.' Give them a background couple? 'Give us a major character, kill yourself.' Give them a tragic villain with a defined personality? 'Psycho Lesbian, kill yourself.' Give them a couple with a child? 'Doesn't count, kill yourself.'
Time after time after time after time after time- They demand shit by using their DEAD FRIEND as a soapbox and bludgeon and then move the goalposts so they can threaten and attack them.
We know this for a fact- the Camp Camp blog incident provided the psychos.
Oh did you think I forgot? Silly little fragile hypocrite- I will never forget.
You fucks are some of the most psychotic pieces of shit I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. I also remember how the very SECOND you got push back, that you had to eat your own shit for once, you cried foul.
No matter what you fucks try, I will not forget. And you will NEVER escape your bullshit.
You don't deserve to be listen to. You deserve every little bit of pettiness and disdain...times a hundred.
P.S. They do mention the Glassdoor incident...for half a paragraph.
"ACTUAL LIVING PEOPLE got hurt? Eh...BU WHAT ABOUT MY EGO?!"
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s1r3ns-c4ll · 10 months
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Request Rules/Who I Write For/Masterlist Link
 Hello hello! the name’s Siren and here’s the post where you can see what you can request, who I write for, and eventually a masterlist as I start putting up requests and my own little writing blurbs! You’ll Find all my Hogwarts Legacy and RWBY fics on the masterlists and the tags #Siren HL and #Siren RWBY
Masterlists:
Hogwarts Legacy RWBY (Coming Soon)
Fandoms I Write For (Might Expand Eventually):
Hogwarts Legacy
RWBY
What I’ll Write:
x Reader (GN will be the default if not specified, but I will write fem/masc reader focus if requested!)
Platonic
Poly
Non-Explicit Mature Themes (teasing explicit themes, but not actual smut will be written)
Headcanons
Ships
Angst
Hurt/Comfort
Fluff ( I love fluff with all my heart ;) )
What I WON’T Write:
Works glorifying S/A themes
Rape/Non-Con themes
Abusive themes (I can elude to pat experiences but will never explicitly write works with abuse being the focus)
Smut
Illegal age gaps
Incest
Hateful content that paints another character in bad light (ex: “Can you write something where [sweet character] does [bad thing] to [sweet character] and reader helps them through it?”)
Extremely dark themes
Hogwarts Legacy Characters:
Poppy Sweeting
Natsai Onai
Samantha Dale
Imelda Reyes
Anne Sallow
Garreth Weasley
Ominis Gaunt
Sebastian Sallow
Note: I’d love to write for every Hogwarts Legacy character! But on Tumblr, there is a heavy focus on Sebastian, Ominis and Garreth (Mainly the two Slytherin). So I don’t discourage requesting them, but please do send requests for our lovely women in the game :)
RWBY Characters:
Team RWBY:
Ruby Rose
Weiss Schnee
Blake Belladonna
Yang Xiao-Long
Team JNPR:
Jaune Arc
Pyrrha Nikos
Nora Valkyrie
Lie Ren
Team CFVY
Coco Adel
Fox Alistair
Velvet Scarletina
Yatsuhashi Daichi
Team SSSN(N)
Sun Wukong
Scarlet David
Sage Ayana
Neptune Vasilias
Nolan Porfirio
Atlas ACE-OPs
Clover Ebi
Marrow Amin
Vine Zeki
Harriet Bree
Elm Ederne
Others:
Winter Schnee
Emerald Sustrai
Penny Polendina
Ilia Amitola
Neo
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mean-and-rwde · 1 year
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More Thoughts
I hope the entirety of V9 won't be in this wack bootleg wonderland -- er, Ever After.
I want to see them dealing with the fact that their plan failed and they didn't save everyone, which they berated Ironwood for not doing.
In fact, their plan probably saved even fewer people than Ironwood's original plan (before he went all cartoonishly evil).
Kinda glad neither Ironwood nor Penny have shown up, even in a flashback because they've both been done so dirty. Let them rest.
Still wanna see what Neo is up to.
I'm hoping the others will be allowed to grieve Penny's death instead of her death being another Pyrrah, where only Jaune gets to grieve.
I am also so upset about Clover and Qrow. Qrow finally had someone he could confide in. But then Clover drank the dumb bitch juice and attacked him, leading to the fight where Tyrian killed Clover with Qrow's weapon.
Marrow deserved better too. I am still bristling over how they treated his character. I wish he and Blake could have talked more. Because he was literally the definition of "token [x] character", who only existed as a joke.
Though honestly, I think it was the whole disaster of Ironwood's "villain arc" that brought me here. Because wow. I'm. Wow.
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doomatnight · 7 months
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Clover x Marrow headcanons? SFW and NSFW?
SFW- Marrow loves when Clover plays with his hair and tail. Softly brushing through them as Marrow sits in Clover’s lap and rests his head against Clover’s chest. They shamelessly and proudly hold hands everywhere they go and the other Ace Ops and Ironwood just have to accept it and it’s hard no to because they’re so cute together. Little kisses on the cheek and forehead. So soft and loving and precious and they are so nice together.
NSFW- They have soft loving sex sometimes but most of the time it is the opposite of the stuff they do in public. Hard kinky fucking with toys and BDSM, and Marrow loves being Clover’s pet. Being groped and spanked and being on all fours and on his back as Clover pulls on his leash and pounds his ass while choking him and then of course aftercare and cuddles after.
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dragynkeep · 7 months
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much like the criticisms i had for sunflakes, this ship can also fall heavily into the "white saviour / using the faunus lover as a gotcha to prove this character is no longer racist" & it just immediately sets my teeth on edge. this does have a step up in that winter for the most part wasn't racist (until the marrow incident) & hadn't had those interactions with sun.
i could also see them just gelling in a better way due to winter being more flexible in regards to different personalities, we see that she gets along well with both penny & clover, who are alike to sun in personality: so personally i could see this being a ship where sun is able to help her loosen up some & winter can help him to be more responsible.
not something i actively ship, but cute. ✨
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Silver Shamrock and Wishbone!
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Silver Shamrock (Clover x Ironwood)
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I can see it! However, Clover in canon does not have enough substance for me to actually care about his ships, which is a shame :( Clover was actually a part that I enjoyed in V7. And we're not even gonna talk about what they did to my mans, okay? I cannot sobs.
So this is a really cute ship! Sadly it gave me no emotion at all.
Wishbone (Clover x Marrow)
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NB he/they Clover and transman Marrow, and that's the gospel.
Sadly, I have the same feeling about this one as Silver Shamrock. Rip Clover, you could've been great had your screen time not been used for Qrow's bitch ass.
Marrow...get behind me, my love. I must protect him from the nasty fuckers in RT and FNDM.
Thanks for the ask! And sorry that these answers were lackluster X(
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uncaught-coolfish · 1 year
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Adam/Sienna, Adam/Marrow, Adam/Clover, Adam/Winter and Adam/Cinder (Shackled Ambition, Bulldogs, Bullseye, Arctic Warfare and Tartaurus, respectively). That should be a good start. :3
OOOOH GIVING ME A PLATTER OF SHIPS WITH MY FAVORITE WORST GUY??? great start ok
Sienna/Adam? HARD NO
Why don’t you ship it? Canon wise, I don’t ship murdered x murderer. Non-canon wise? Uhhh…. 1. I’ve always headcanonned them as having some sort of mother-son relationship (oh wow the girl Literally Writing The Fic About That using big words) 2. AGAIN I AM WRITING THEM WITH THE FOUND FAMILY DYNAMIC 3. Again, headcanons, but… even canon wise, visually alone there is DEFO an age gap between the two me thinks(plus the “Sienna controls through the power of Pussy and Sex” tweet haunts my fucking nightmares)
What would have made you ship it? Uhhh probably nothing, always gonna be the “Surrogate Family Sienna and Adam” truther!!
Despite not shipping it, anything positive? “Shackled Ambitions” is a metal ass ship name
Bulldogs? Ship!
What made you ship it? From the super cute ship name and a whole lot of differing possibilities dynamic wise (given ONE DIES BEFORE WERE INTRODUCED TO THE OTHER), it’s honestly just a ship I can vibe with. And both characters are my little meow meows
2. What are your favorite things about the ship? Happy fun buddy x Edgeo the Hedgehog over here…
3.Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? Idk. Don’t see much of this ship anywhere but everything I do see is… fairly nice. It’s cute. Solid 7-8.
Bullseye? Ehhhhhh?????
Genuinely have nothing to say on this since I’ve LITERALLY never heard of it before LOL
Arctic Warefare? Honestly SHIP
What made you ship it? Literally came into my mind as a “this would be funny lol” and it has since plagued my mind like a parasite
Favorite things about the ship? what could have been (if bullboy over here ever got to interact with a Schnee). plus they’re both bad bitch cuntresses soooo
Unpopular opinion about your ship? I am a firm believer in the white and blue x black and red, Angel x Devil, “good” x “evil”, and the dynamic possibilities are very interesting. Probably wouldn’t ever want it in canon (because what they’re doing with Winter as of RN kind of suuuucks!!!!) but AU is where the heart is.
Tartaurus? Again, ehhhh?
Why don’t you ship it? I see them paralleling more in how their lives (—of child slavery man this show has a weird problem with making their villains margina—) shaped who they became as they grew older, and less less them as a. Thing. plus the whole “she killed a bunch of his men to get him to comply” shit YIKES
What would have made you ship it? Had Adam ever been allowed to interact with any other character outside of like. 5 and also if Cinder wasn’t soooooooo boring now
Positives? Again, cool ass ship name
sorry if this is cluttered asf, I’m new at this and yeeeeah :D
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eiiskonigin · 10 months
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I was thinking about that headcanon I posted about how, when in a relationship, Winter will often subconciously match her lingerie sets to her partner and you know what? because I'm filth incarnate, I'm gonna go a little more in-depth for her ships:
SNOWBIRD / WINTER x QROW. Winter's lingerie tends to shift to black pieces, primarily made of lace. A bit more on the strappy side, a little bit more of a display lingerie than functional pieces she could wear out during her day-to-day tasks. Considering how rarely she wears black, it's quite a statement piece on her. A shame they don't seem to last very long...
IRONWINTER / WINTER x JAMES. Usually something with minimal colour, though not in the same blasé gray of her daily wear matching sets. Despite not so much being a colour match to James, there is an attention to detail with these sets. Usually a bit more showy than she would get away with wearing under anything. These pieces also tend to be more intricate: she knows James is the sort who has no problem with taking his time.
TOUGHLUCK / WINTER x CLOVER. Less intricate styles, because there is less of a need to try and impress him. Still, the colour is quite intentional: she subconsciously chooses it to match his eyes, although it's difficult to find the exact shade of seafoam green. They usually wind up more of a teal. ( i don't write this ship super often so this may evolve the more i play with it )
WINTERWITCH / WINTER x SHION. Lavender or another shade of purple and usually with quite a few little details. Much like James, Winter knows that Shion appreciates the effort that goes into her lingerie, and is likely to take just as much time taking it off as putting it on would have taken, so any extra effort is appreciated.
PUPSICLE / WINTER x MARROW. Usually, just a simple, lacy white set. Wait, white? But that doesn't particularly match Marrow's colouring or aesthetics? You're right. That's because Marrow is one of the people who always made Winter feel like she was... simply enough. There was less of a need to try and mesh to fit him. This isn't to say this ship is better than any of the others, but there's a purity to it that I think is subconsciously reflected. She's never felt like she needed to pretend to be something she wasn't.
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eiiskonigin-a · 1 year
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@flightofaqrow​ asked: Uhhh Ruby x Oscar? Winter x any of the non-Clover Ace Ops?
Let's Play "Would You Ship This?" // accepting !!
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RoseGarden !! I love this ship so, so much. It's so cute! And while I personally read Ruby as ace-coded, there's just something so sweet about the way they interact. It's very 'childhood sweethearts' and I adore it.
As for shipping Winter with any of the Ace Ops, I love seeing Winter shipped with Marrow. I don't know, there's just something sweet about it -- how they were dealing with very similar struggles, but in such differing ways. I think he could be a shoulder for her to lean on in the future. They know more intimately than most what the other is going through.
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