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thatanimewriter · 5 months

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RETROUVAILLES.

➳ synopsis: v. to meet again, especially after a long time apart

➳ character/s: hayama akira, tsukasa eishi, riku dola, morinozuka takashi, lie ren, winter schnee, qrow branwen, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, jirou kyoka, shinsou hitoshi, togata mirio, dedue molinaro, felix fraldarius, shamir nevrand, vi, ekko, dan heng, blade, gepard landau, fushiguro megumi, zen'in maki, nanami kento + any of your faves

➳ warnings: fantasy!au (character is a knight, you are the royal they serve), medieval shit, major character death, descriptions of blood, descriptions of injury, childhood friends to almost lovers, accidental murder lol, intentional murder, reader described as beautiful, hurt/no comfort, angst, gn!reader (as always)

➳ word count: 2k

➳ notes: the thing got graded finally, so you can now have it. sorry for any hurt feelings (not really, that was the whole point of the story-). character list is just some characters i DO write for that i think work for this story. also this won't be tagged properly, but it's fine

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

to them, the weight of their golden armour is equal to that of guilt and grief. the castle they swore to protect is a permanent reminder of their shortcomings, though they never expected to return so soon. their metal-clad figure decorates the deteriorating structure in flecks of fragmented sunshine along the sandstone hallways. the kaleidoscope of light is no longer disrupted by the servants’ shadows. instead, the faux sun lurks on the walls as they drag their feet along the floor. the scraping of metal along stone replaces the low murmurs of maids and the light footsteps of staff as they flitted around the castle. the echo is deafening, and they realise they despises silence. it isn’t true silence with the clanking of their armour, but it makes them painfully aware that they are a survivor. the rattling of metal causes them to be uncomfortably conscious of their isolated existence. glancing through ajar doors that line the walls, they longs for a semblance of home, yet they are met by blood-stained tile and mangled corpses littering the floor in unappealing heaps of sunken cheeks and open wounds.

anita yasmine rosie luka penny william-

they step around them, gaze flickering to each of the faces paralysed by a still heart and wishes to lay with them, to feel the sticky black blood seep through their clothes and be held by the icy arms of death. they steel themselves against the pungent scent of rotting flesh, waving off the flies lingering around their head but failing to break through the helmet that conceals their shame and anguish.

the squeal of rusty hinges makes them close his eyes as they shakily exhale. their eyes flutter open at the quiet groan of the floorboards, and their breath hitches in their throat. it is as if colour returns to their vision, and they are several years younger, free of the faint crow’s feet stemming from the corners of their eyes and the dull ache in their chest.

it’s… the same. but you're not here.

silk sheets lay neatly atop the mattress, and the pillows remain meticulously arranged. they think if they sleep under the covers, they might smell your floral perfume on the pillowcases. they don’t entertain that idea. the sunlight filters through the translucent curtains, highlighting the blanket of dust that settles on the furniture and floor. the room hasn’t changed much since childhood; though it was sporadic, they were permitted inside. nonetheless, it was timeless. throughout all the phases of your life, it still felt like you.

they eye the vanity, clear of clutter but filled with nostalgia. the hairbrush is likely unusable – at least not without lacing dust and bugs through one’s hair – but it looked the same as when they originally gifted it. strands of hair weave between the bristles, and they wonder if their own locks are hidden away in the forest of DNA.

the maids would have cleaned the hairbrush since I was a child.

they don’t touch anything; they knows what is tucked away in the drawers and boxes. there is one thing they allows themselves to taint with their touch. they pry a brick from the wall, reaching into the pocket of secrecy they’d made with you. a matted velvet box graces their armoured fingertips. they don’t feel the texture, but the box size is familiar. they carefully pluck it from the treasure trove of memories and broken promises, sliding the brick back into place. gently unclasping the box, they smile softly at the two rings that lay side by side.

“one day, i’ll marry you!” they proclaim as you sit on the floor of your balcony. you giggle at their proposal and inquire about the rings you would wear if you married. “rings?” “you have to give me a ring to tell everyone that we’re getting married.” their little shoulders slump, and a pout forms on their lips. they sheepishly scuff their foot along the ground and tries to ignore the tears in their eyes. “...i don’t have one.” you sigh but give them a hopeful look. “but eventually you will?” they quickly brighten and grin through their tears as they lift their head to look at you. “yes! it’s gonna be like no other ring in the whole kingdom!”

they pocket the box and glance at the balcony. they kneel and bow their head, resting their right hand on their heart. when they rise, they look at the room before gently closing the door behind them as if you has retired for the night, and they don’t want to wake you. a practised method that hasn’t entirely left their bones.

as they descend the stairs to the ballroom, they nearly smile at the memory of the ball before the tragedy that befell the castle. they don't let it break through the perfectly crafted mask of neutrality. not when the ballroom floor is occupied by more lifeless bodies and darkened blood smears. they look to their side, wishing they could relive the memory of the ball and hoping they can look into your eyes as they escort you down the stairs, hoping you can share one last dance.

but you're not here…

they raise their arms, supporting the memory of everything they long to return to, and waltz. there is no music, yet their timing is precise, and despite having no dance partner, their form persists. they ponder the events of the tragedy as they glide along the bloody floor and skirt around the dozens of corpses, each bearing a face they'd seen a million times and maybe even a little more.

they can almost feel the weight of the spear they carried that day as they dance. they could hear your deafening scream as you were pulled into the crossfire. the sound follows them into their unconscious, a horrifying alarm. they never forgot the ache in their heart as their spear pierced through you. a human shield is a cowardly move in their mind, but the culprit had succeeded if the goal was to leave them with insurmountable guilt.

they come to a halt, bowing to the ghost of you. recalling your morning together beneath the gazebo, they gravitate to the imaginary scent of tea and pastries. the winter sun doesn’t fully reach them through the armour, and they attempt to resist the welcoming rays of warmth that beckon them to stay longer. they sit on the concrete bench they had called dibs on when they were twelve, ignoring the dull pain in their chest. slowly, they remove their armour. the metal feels warm despite the thin layer of ice along the lake the gazebo resided by.

the metal plates rest neatly on the bench, and they shiver at the fresh, cool air that tickles their skin. they sigh and roll their shoulders free of lingering tension, allowing themselves a moment of tranquility. their eyes – drops of sunshine that had fallen from the heavens according to you – scanned the garden that built their childhood and adolescence. the twitch of their fingers goes unnoticed as they reminisce about their training to become a knight. the tightness in their throat is unacknowledged when they see the statue of you standing tall, proud and beautiful atop a marble pedestal. they wonder if the sculptor had taken a cast of you rather than building beauty with a reference. they clench their fist, imagining your fingers laced between theirs. they've memorised the sensation, embedding it into their brain each time your hands embraced over the years. flicking the box open, they let the rings fall into the palm of their hand.

“like no other in the kingdom”. heh… what an understatement.

they chuckle at their craftsmanship. it is what is expected when an eight-year-old finds wire to make a ring. they observe the jagged circle – if you could even call it that – and the haphazardly hidden wire ends that made them feel like an ant had bitten them. it was irritating beneath their little armoured hand, often coated in a thin layer of sweat, but now they crave the sharp sting that fades to a dull ache. perhaps the discomfort has travelled from their calloused and scarred skin to their weary bones and heavy heart.

they mindlessly hum a tune from their childhood as they unwind the wires, straightening them as best they can. their nimble fingers falter as their vision blurs, but they intertwine the wire into a band of love as the soft melody cracks and fades away. in their tunic, they shed responsibility and don youth while they recraft the rings as if they could rewrite history. the art of creating jewellery didn’t embed itself in their flesh and bones like combat did, despite their parents teaching them before they left the village.

a cold wind kisses their skin, and they wet their lips, gazing at their workshopped rings with a smile you claimed could warm even the most hostile souls. they rise with a newfound energy, standing before the ethereal marble effigy. their breath crystallises as they stare into the stony eyes of the statue, slipping a halo onto their ring finger. they don’t dare to tear their gaze away and finds their vision joining the misty gardens again. a short apology escapes them as they climb onto the plinth, slide the accompanying token onto your marble finger, and lay a chaste kiss on your icy forehead. they dismount the pedestal at the sound of shouting and is struck with a familiar paralysing experience. they can hear their pulse in their eardrums over the voices, and their limbs itch with the desire to escape.

no. i stay.

the faces that emerge from the tall grass aren’t familiar, but the old, blood-stained uniform brings ease. they don’t hear what the intruders declare over their heartbeat, but they focus on the sword shared between the looters. a sudden movement breaks their concentration, followed by a new ache in their abdomen, and they are acutely aware of the sword skewering their organs and poking through their tunic. the sturdy marble pedestal makes an ugly screech against the metal before meeting their back. they hiss when it’s pulled from its temporary sheath, dripping with red and shreds of tissue. the blood that coats the blade slides down the statue’s base, gathering in their hair and absorbing into their shirt. as they slump against the surface, they let their eyes flutter shut, and they faintly hear the footsteps of the intruders grow distant.

they frown as they lay on the lawn, ripping dry skin from their lips with their teeth. “can i ask you a question?” “you just did,” you respond with an ounce of playfulness. “what if i fail?” you turn to face them with narrow eyes as if you dared them to elaborate. “what if i can’t protect you?” you stare for a moment as you debate your answer. they gaze into your eyes and look for a hint of uncertainty but is met with their insecurities as they reflect their image. you flash a gentle smile and pick a blade of grass from their messy mop of hair. “i’ll see you soon, won’t i?”

a final smile tugs at their lips, and they exhale, weakly lifting their hand to look at the ring that failed to shine in the sliver of sunset light. the warmth disappears beneath the horizon, permitting the stars to adorn the navy skies, and their hand falls to the ground.

see you soon. i missed you. in our next life, maybe…

#shokugeki no soma x reader #food wars x reader #no game no life zero x reader #ouran high school host club x reader #ohshc x reader #rwby x reader #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #fire emblem three houses x reader #fe3h x reader #arcane x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader

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frie-ice · 3 months

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This crossover ship collage of Izuku Midoriya and Ruby Rose was inspired by the artwork I have seen of this MHA/RWBY ship, on DeviantArt. Half of them were either made, requested by or were inspired from kecskefighter28's work on the cross ship.

From what I could tell this ship has quite a few titles. "Ruboriya," "Watermelon," "Emerald Garden," "Green Rose" or "DekuRose." There might be others, so please share them and please keep any negative thoughts towards this ship to yourself.

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bestshipsmackdown · 1 year

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Pre-qualifiers; Group Four: Subsection Three

Yaoyorozu Momo x Jirou Kyouka from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia]

Elizabeth Swann x Will Turner from Pirates of the Caribbean

Ruby Rose x Penny Polendina from RWBY

Kaz Brekker x Inej Ghafa from Six of Crows

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punkeropercyjackson · 11 days

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Top 5 worst ships in your opinions (can't be from the same franchise)

5.Weiss/Ruby(Rwby).Purely because of the fandom,i love Weiss but Ruby's way out of her league and ion like how the stans talk about Oscar,who is Ruby's canon love interest and a poor afrolatino boy to Weiss' rich white girl.Dosen't help that Weiss has more chemistry with Ruby's sister actually

4.Peter/Wade(Marvel).Do not care about Wade in the slightest bit and it ranges into full on hatred thanks to me maining Spiderfam when it comes to Marvel and i'm a firm believer in Gwenpool and her x Comics!Gwen as queerplatonic trans girlfriends superiority(Me and my gf fr fr)

3.Bakugou/Momo(Bnha).She deadass shows nothing except disdain for him in canon in all their interactions but she's his bestieeee according to Bakuriders because women don't have backbones if they're soft and peppy and kiddy-Momo is the walking definition of 'Silk Hiding Steel' and that's why she dosen't date nepotism dudebros.Shouto dosen't count because he's neither dude nor bro,he's just her pretty boygirlfriend who lives in her head rent free and vice versa(but for her it's 'pretty autistic girlfriend')

2.Percy/Annabeth(Pjo).Their couple song is 'Fake as hell' by All Time Low and Avril Lavigne because they're the fakest fake to ever fake-Percy is obviously comphet on Annabeth's part but also their whole dynamic is just built on lying to the reader and being shoved onto eachother against their consent by the narrative until they give into it and it's a severely unbalenced dynamic with almost all the favors going onto Annabeth and Percy enabling her because he's scared of her.They will never be the Dead Sea Siblings soulmateisms or Ghostflower and the shippers are such Luke and gods apologists ong

1.Harry/Draco(Hp).This ship has so much of it going around eternally for an eternity and it's all just white privilege and fetishization of minorities and glamorization of richness and i do not get the hype around Draco,it's always been so incomprehensible to me that BLACK WOMEN especially simp for him like honey he called Hermione slurs💀Yet another reason Hp and Marauder's era should've never gotten published,it's done nothing but damage to everyone and everything

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glazesunflower · 10 months

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I’m back from the hiatus announcement !!

Hello to everyone and thank you to all of you for still following me after the big hiatus! I’m happy to announce that I’m back to writing in this account 😊

Important questions to answer:

Are you accepting requests? Yes I am! Feel free to send them through my inbox. And please read the rules first!

What can we request? Any prompt you like, up to 3 characters!

What do you write for? You can read all the info (here!) but mostly for Genshin Impact, RWBY, Demon Slayer, My Hero Academia and FE3H.

What do you write? Requests, headcanons, drabbles and fanfics <3 Fem or GN reader.

What tropes do you write? Fluff and hurt/comfort are my go-to tropes. I will write angst, non requited, nsfw, etc as well. I am bisexual with a preference for girls, so I lean to writing more about fem characters and wlw drabbles!

Can we see examples of your writing? You can see the Masterlist to all I’ve posted (here!)

I think that’s all! If you have any questions, feel free to send them my way, along with your requests 😊 Thank you for being here.

#june talks 🥂#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin imagines #rwby #rwby x reader #bnha x reader #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x reader #ganyu x reader #ayaka x reader #childe x reader #fe3h

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jasontoddssuper · 2 years

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It's the first day of june,happy black girl summer everybody!!!

🚫Pro ship and Harry P*tter/D*smp/Att*ck on Titan fans dni🚫

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crossovershipsandedits · 10 months

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Character:ruby and Iida

Fandoms:rwby and my hero adcamy

Relationship:romantic

Characters: Tenya Iida x Ruby Rose

Fandoms: My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia | RWBY

Relationship: Romantic

Submitted by Anonymous!

Got to admit, the idea of Iida fumbling over his words and blushing as Ruby just, shines like she does, is SUPER cute!!

#crossover ship #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #rwby #my rwby academia #boku no rwby academia #bnha x rwby #iida tenya #ruby rose #dashing petals #tenru #f/m #romantic ship

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jurzanyt · 3 months

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hey. to anyone who can

- make FNF music

- make FNF sprites

- code in Psych Engine

and who has interest in shows like

- RWBY

- My Hero Academia

- Spy x Family

- One Piece

- Pibby

howdy! i make FNF songs about RWBY. specifically of the Pibby variety and i wanna make a full blown mod!

this is just a "for fun" thing (tho we'd give each other deadlines so things get done smoothly) but if anyone is interested, dm me! send me some of your stuff!

just editing to expand on stuff: i can chart well, compose decently and code FNF engines fairly well. i picked Psych Engine cuz its fairly beginner friendly. obv i wouldn't be sitting back, twiddling my thumbs lol

#mha #rwby #one piece #spy x family #learning with pibby #friday night funkin #fnf mod #bnha #my hero academia

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uunromanticized · 1 year

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hi!! im reviving this blog after years of inactivity; i have recently been inspired by luka couffaine. please ask me about luka couffaine.

i predominantly write for miraculous ladybug, however i also do work for the following:

- endless night encore

- corpse party

- boku no hero academia

- inu x boku ss

- hidan no aria

- soul eater

- fairy tail

- vocaloid

- i love yoo

- mirai nikki

- rwby

- diabolik lovers

- identity v

ive pretty much dabbled in a bit of everything, if you have a different fandom in mind just shoot me an ask and i can tell you whether i can do it or not

i write most things, but if a request or ask makes me uncomfortable i will probably ignore it; i also work best with x readers

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thisisourheroacademia · 2 years

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A look into the past of the Schnees and the long awaited battle between Bakugo and Weiss.

#mha #mha fanfiction #mha x rwby #rwby x mha #rwby #rwby fanfiction #bnha x rwby #rwby x bnha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero fanfic #bnha #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero academia fanfiction #our hero academia #weiss schnee

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cowcowdobedrawin · 1 year

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WOAH WHAT'S THIS?? COWCOW ART BLOG??? /pos

Hello fellow traveler!! :D I'm gonna be rebloggin' my art ta this blog to make findin' my art MUCH easier + maybe uploadin' more oc and personal art soon :]

Hope ye enjoy yer stay!! <33

#cow talks #I'm gonna put fandom tags below too so finding specific fandom posts is easier!!#amphibia #the owl house #dead end: paranormal park #arcane #cow's ocs #sorry fer spammin those tags I just realized that would happen ahh /gen #pokemon #wednesday #warrior cats #the dragon prince #rwby #miraculous ladybug #bnha #mha #spy x family #one piece #dungeon meshi

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thatanimewriter · 6 months

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DYING TO TELL YOU.

➳ request: Hello there! Ruby Rose, Izuku Midoriya, and Arven They and the reader (male) have been best friends all their lives, and certain events in their respective universes (maybe the Fall of Beacon, All Might vs All For One, Arven's Mabosstiff getting hurt) are catalysts for them to realise that hiding their romantic feelings for the reader is only hurting them. Life is short, and unpredictable, so it's time to take a leap of faith. Whether you do HCs or short stories, either is great. Thanks.

➳ character/s: ruby rose, midoriya izuku, arven

➳ warnings: blood (ruby), mentions of death (ruby), implied injuries (midoriya)

➳ notes: i love some good ol' angst and hurt/comfort >:)) but most of this is like, the confession more than the event that happened

── 𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄.

ruby was very shocked to see you with dried patches of blood on your face and arms when she met up with team jnr. she remembered seeing you passed out on the ground bleeding profusely before she ran to try to save pyrrha and she recalled the heartache seeing that she couldn't stop to save you. before she woke up at home and had qrow tell her the events of the fall of beacon, she had assumed you'd died.

she stood frozen on the spot and you sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck. "surprise?" suddenly, a wave of petals came rushing towards you and you were enveloped by a warmth that you'd memorised mere months ago.

"i thought you died," ruby said, sniffling into your shoulder.

you smiled at her concern and returned her hug, "eh, it'll take a little more than that to kill me."

"you're never leaving me again," she proclaimed, peeling herself off of you and holding your hands. you glanced at team jnr, who shrugged and smiled.

"just say you love me," you answered, flicking her forehead. ruby chuckled through her tears.

"i don't have to if you already know."

── 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔.

hospitals were never a comforting place to be, but midoriya found it to be a familiar place regardless. except this time he never wanted to see you beside his bed. your eyes were closed but he could see your chest rise and fall from beneath the thin sheets. a wall of tears covered his eyes and he took a shaky breath to try to calm himself.

"i wish you'd be more careful..." he murmured, slipping out of his bed to stand by you. "i worry about you when you throw yourself into danger."

"as if you're one to talk," you responded, frowning at him.

"y-you were awake?"

"yeah, the lights are too bright."

midoriya hummed at your reason, moving to turn the lights off before returning to you and pulling up a chair. he leaned his head on his hand and looked at you thoughtfully.

"is that better?"

you smiled and nodded. "much." the green-haired boy sighed in relief, gripping your hand in his. "why are you so concerned about me anyway? i'm not the only one in hospital."

he blushed and hid his face in your hospital bed. "because i like you..."

"what was that?"

"you heard me the first time!" he whined, burying himself deeper into the sheets (if that was even possible).

"i wanna hear it again."

"it's embarrassing," he said, pouting. you chuckled, running your hand through his hair.

"but i like you too."

"YOU DO?"

── 𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐍.

mabosstiff lay in your lap as you helped feed another herba mystica sandwich to him and arven's eyes softened. you'd been with him since his best friend was injured and here you are now, helping him heal mabosstiff. arven didn't realise how much he appreciated you until recently, but for fear of losing another best friend, he suppressed his feelings.

"when he gets better he'll ditch me for you!" he exclaimed, plopping down beside you to give his pokemon attention. "don't leave me, mabosstiff!"

"he would never leave you," you responded, giving his hair a ruffle and earning a protest from arven. "if anything, he'll get all healed up and you guys will run away into the sunset without me." arven frowned at the idea that you would be left behind, particularly by them, and he wondered if you knew how important you were to him.

"who do you take us for?" he asked, deeply insulted that you ever thought they would leave you.

shrugging, you looked away from arven. "i dunno, things will be different after he's all healed, won't it?"

the boy sat up and gripped your shoulders, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face. "i'm literally in love with you, how dare you think you're not important enough in this friendship."

you blinked cluelessly before smiling shyly. "you're in love with me...?"

now it was arven's turn to blink. "i shouldn't have said that." before you thought for too long, you leaned forward and pressed a short kiss to his forehead, gently pushing his hair out of his face.

"maybe i should have said it-"

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