SHIELDED.

[jaunearcs]

@crescentburst​

   “--Ruby! Just the person I wanted to see!”

   Dancer chimes, hands clasped together, and eyes of ocean’s blue are alight with mischief; the Arc clearly having a plan brewing. Poor rose has little choice in listening to his disarray, hands fluttered in the air in accompanying gestures to the voice of muddied thoughts that begins to spew.

   “Okay, so, I was THINKING--for our next game session, we should home-brew our own! I’ve been reading all this stuff online about it, and we could put together this big World and just do whatever we want with it. We could like--make our own monsters! Like spooky wolves and birds, made out of shadows or something!”

   Hand waved dismissively, head shaken to follow and a needed breath is taken before he’s able to continue.

   “Just as an idea, I want to hear what everyone might come up with, but it’d be cool, right?!”

[jaunearcs]

I need more active threads on Jaune.

Give this a like for a starter, I’m gonna cap it at 3.

[jaunearcs]

“I’m going to show you a magic trick.”

Aries Chaotic Kitchen - NOT ACCEPTING.

   “–Is it going to make ME disappear?

                       Because if you could do that before my test on Monday, that would be great.”

   To say Jaune was skeptical would be an understatement; unsure if Neptune truly meant a trick of magic, or, if this was some meme that the Arc wasn’t up to date on. Either way, only but a small, somewhat uneasy smile works its way upon pale features, fingers absently beginning to card through styled hairs of gold. 

   Magic was not particularly–…cool, given most tricks were easily seen through, so Jaune is a bit rattled that Neptune of ALL people had brought such forth to him. Though, given that it was the ‘cool guy’ of the school, a benefit of a doubt would be given. 

[jaunearcs]

thunderxthighs‌:

You could feel the energy buzzing in the gym. It was almost like an electric current had spread across the field as the redhead finished her warm-up work out. Normally, days like this were spent on the kids at soccer practice, but during the holidays, the lessons died down as many took their vacations.

With that being said, her free time became a little too much. She was constantly wanting to go and do something. Whether that meant work out, play a friendly game of basketball, or even walk around the town, she would do it.

Lucky for her, unlucky for anyone who had the pleasure of trying to keep up.

Jaune had made the offhand comment one day in the dining hall, that he needed someone to train him. Someone who could make his noodle arms into something more sturdy. Taking the project upon herself, she wrote up a tight workout plan that not only helped her bulk up but would either make or break Jaunes will to get stronger. Of course, this was only to see where he was when it came to how in shape he was. He was tall and lanky, which meant there was definite room for improvement. Spying his blonde hair from across the room, she jumps up and points at his face.

“YOUUUUU.” She screeches, yet nobody in the area seems to be phased. “ITS TIME.”

@jaunearcs​

   Oh no.

   To say Jaune was expecting such theatrics would, well--...it would be a lie. Sure, Nora’s list was a TAD intimidating, and sure, she never was known to back down from a challenge, but apart of the Arc was hoping most was just a ploy; something to scare him into working hard rather than lazing about. 

   No, Jaune was not in the BEST shape of his life, but, he wasn’t in the worst, either. To be able to keep up with his dance routines he had his own daily rituals of stretching, and light exercises for his legs, but otherwise? ‘Noodle’ was a good way to describe his physique. 

   Though now, a better way to describe such, would  be positively terrified as the Valkyrie seemed to APPEAR before his vision with a finger in his eye-line. 

   “GAH!

           Nora--!”

   Jaune exhales a stuttered breath, a palm whipped to his chest to press and catch lost breath from the sudden fright. 

   “T-time--? For what? You--...you’re not going to KILL me, are you?”

[jaunearcs]

“I don’t need supervision.”

Aries Chaotic Kitchen - accepting

   “That might be true, but, Professor does say it’s better to practice your routine with a partner.”

   A heft of shoulders, and a gloved palm is offered to his fellow dance major, each digit giving a small, enticing wiggle.

   “C’mon! I promise I’m a good dance partner, I wont even step on your toes. Probably.”

[jaunearcs]

“Have you ever considered NOT doing it to ‘em?”

Aries Chaotic Kitchen - accepting

   “Let me THINK about that–”

   Jaune hums, bobs his head from side to side, and for a moment, his expression melds to seeming thought; as if he’d completely lost himself to such. Eyes close, and he sighs out with a sag of shoulders, 

   “You know, Ren, maybe you’re right–”

   But then, a twist on his heel, and he fully faces his roommate–…with hands cupped at his abdomen, and a broad, humorous grin splayed upon pale cheeks.

   “But I just had to do it to ‘em.”

[villainsmemes-deactivated202503]

“It is the season of extra.”

“Welcome to my extended birthday party that lasts a month long.”

“I’m going to show you a magic trick.”

“I really don’t care.”

“I don’t have all the ingredients for this…”

“Should I flip this?”

“Okay, done, easy, what else you got?”

“Now [she’s/he’s/they’re] never gonna leave.”

“All I’ve ever known is doing it to ‘em.”

“I’m really not mad at it.”

“See…what you need here…is a knife.”

“I need to apologize before anything begins…”

“You’re gonna like it.”

“It’s gonna be good for us.”

“How are you holding that in your hand?!”

“I don’t want to go to the emergency room today.”

“I know you have urges to grab knives by their blade, but…”

“I knew I should have come down here and supervised you.”

“That’s fucking really loud.”

“I don’t need supervision.”

“I had to do it to ‘em.”

“I love when you cook and I do nothing.”

“I’m going to go lay down.”

“How did you get it to taste like that?”

“I wasn’t listening.”

“Exspandex these muscles to open this bag!”

“I can’t stand when you’re so charming and sweet and the best.”

“If you weren’t so funny and adorable, I would just fucking move out.”

“I don’t see the issue.”

“Impress me! Don’t go out of your way, don’t kill yourself, but impress me!”

“I might not have done the absolute perfect job, but that’s irrelevant.”

“How can I fight a recipe?”

*box jumps onto the counter*

“How hot are you?”

“Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well.”

“Have you ever considered NOT doing it to ‘em?”

“Welcome back to my kitchen.”

“I need to come to an understanding that sometimes people make mistakes. And I am about to make one today. 95% sure what a big mistake will take place right here.”

“Maybe try sitting down before I say this next part.”

“I made it out of scratch just for you.”

“You might be asking yourself: that’s disgusting.”

“What you did is really unforgivable.”

“They don’t know how to do it to ‘em!”

“You might not be Australian.”

“That’s not allowed. That shouldn’t be allowed?”

“I’m too tired for this.”

“If it goes horribly wrong, as it often does…then whatever.”

“I heard cheese sauce and I just came running.”

[jaunearcs]

@kisumshi​

   “...Alright, so, I know I’m not exactly the BEST on the team.”

   The Arc begins, throat cleared against the back of a gloved hand, and it takes all the will he can muster to even look at Kisumi. Sure, by some MIRACLE Jaune had been accepted to join the University’s basketball team; but that miracle did not follow as to keep him from landing flat on his face or tripping over his own, untied shoelaces in the middle of practice. Not to mention how slippery fingers couldn’t quite seem to ever grip the ball as it came towards him, often times instead, smacking him directly in the chest to be dropped and rolled. 

   “But, I’m tall, and I’m--...no, no, I’m not really fast, but I can block people! I can...stand at the hoop, and not do anything else. Maybe it’ll be intimidating?”

   If anyone could find anything intimidating about a 6′3″ string-bean looking as if he may vomit from his nerves alone. 

[jaunearcs]

@liescore​

   “Oh crap.”

   When Jaune had FINALLY made his way back to the male dormitories, sweat still on brow from dance practice, and legs feeling as if they’d crumble out from beneath him, the only thing he wanted to do was relax. To kick his feet up, pull out a comic book, and zone into his own little World for the rest of the afternoon; oh, it sure sounded like heaven, and each agonizing step back to his dorm was looked forward to knowing that joy was to come.

   Well--...it was SUPPOSED to, anyway. When pushing the door to his dorm open, his roommate wasn’t in sight, which was not out of the ordinary given the time, but what was odd, was the fact that something else was missing. Something that really should not be. The cage that sat stationary at the side of Jaune’s bed was left ajar, the mesh covering that kept it enclosed was only covering half of the tank, and instantly, did the Arc know he had made a mistake.

   “Crap. Crap crap crap--!”

   He’s positively FRANTIC, dropping to his knees to look beneath each bed and dresser, tossing off blankets and pillows, and shaking out book-bags in hopes that a little someone would show himself. Nothing. No sign of any creature was left, and with a swift turn, Jaune’s eyes are fixated upon the door and the room beneath that one could possibly slip out and escape from. Without much thought, Jaune rushes back out into the hall to begin looking, but with his eyes low, he finds his body crashing into another in his haste; but before an apology arises, his voice slips out in fright, and arms grasp onto the other boy’s shoulders.

   “Hey--hi--sorry--have you seen a--um. A little thing around here? It has kind of--uh, claws! And a tail with a barb! It’s--it’s a Scorpion. Have you seen a Scorpion around here?!”

[jaunearcs]

lotusstorm‌:

Having already being Jaune’s roommate for just over a year now, Ren has become rather used to the way the blonde…is, to put it simply. A kind person, a loyal friend, but also rather silly and more often than not, pretty clumsy. Often times he seems to get himself in trouble with his little antics, but they never really go as far as to bother him or anything remotely like that. Truly getting on the black haired boy’s nerves takes a great deal, seemingly having the patience of a saint. 

He breathes a small sigh, rolling his eyes slightly as his friend describes his so called “theoretical” predicament. Pretty much, code for he’s actually done what he’s described, despite his claims. However, being used to this sort of thing, he can’t help but smile a little bit at the sheer ridiculousness of this. Classic Jaune, it seems.

“Jaune, let’s say that this ‘theoretically’ did happen. You…know I haven’t played a single game of basketball since my freshman year in high school, right? ‘Theoretically’, of course. I was never that great at it.” he pauses, shaking his head slightly. What a predicament. He feels as though the easiest option in this scenario is to go and find the basketball team himself and tell them straight up that Jaune was lying about what he said to try and save himself from embarrassment, but what kind of friend is he should he actually do that?

Breathing another large sigh, he’s unable to believe that he’s actually willing to attempt this for his friend’s sake. “But…if it really means that much to you, I guess I could try and give it a shot? I can’t guarantee we won’t both be embarrassed, though.”

   “Theoretically, no, I did not know that.”

   Exasperation and utter embarrassment is flush upon a forced smile, skin slick with a thin sheen of sweat as he begins to regret near every decision he’s ever made up to this very moment. At the time, Jaune honestly wasn’t sure what he was thinking bringing Ren into his escapades--it seemed easy. No one REALLY knew much about his roommate, so would they really question whether he was a basketball star or not? No, of course not--...

   But, Jaune never thought they’d actually ask to see it. 

   The Arc is near ready to get onto his knees and begin begging, hands already clapped together in preparation, yet, before he can even move, by some miracle, Ren agrees. 

   “--Wait, really?! Oh, Ren, you are the BEST.”

   That expression of discomfort quickly contorts into one of relief, the forced grin left upon his features now melding into pure joy--and before he can even give Ren the option to move, strong arms are tossed around the other’s body to squeeze and lift off his feet.

   “Thank you, thank you! You’re a lifesaver!”

   Another moment of holding his poor roommate in the air, and then quickly does he put him back on his feet, unwind his arms, and take a quick step back; now flushed with crimson in the cheeks as fingers reach up to tussle through styled, blond tresses.

   “Uhhh--I mean, you’re really saving my hide! The guys would probably make me sit on the bench forever if you didn’t actually show!”

[jaunearcs]

sunsguns‌:

          ouch! that looks like it hurt. actually ─ it definitely hurt. that much is clear by the way sun’s own hand burns from the impact, so he can’t imagine how jaune must be feeling. judging by the welts already rising and red that blossoms across his chest, he’s not feeling too good !! as his poor classmate stumbles back, sun reaches forward and grabs his bicep to keep him from falling. he can knock the wind out of him, but falling? that’s crossing a line! but as soon as jaune’s steadies, sun can’t help but  LAUGH.

❝ seriously? that wasn’t even my full strength! ❞  sun preens, shoulders back and his own chest jutting outwards. and then, in that moment, he has an epiphany. sun’s tearing his own shirt off  ( any opportunity to discard that attire, right? )  and motioning jaune with his hands with wide eyes. he doesn’t even take into consideration whether jaune has recovered from the slap or not.

❝ now you hit me!! c’mon, hit me with all you got! show me what a dance major is all about! ❞  he challenges. he hops from foot to foot before settled, digging his feet into the ground to prepare for impact, ❝ and i won’t even flex! so let’s go! hit me! ❞

  “--Not your full strength?!”

   Despite the stinging encompassing his chest, Jaune begins to pout; because by Gods, that HURT, and if Sun was holding back? The Dancer could not even imagine how much strength his fellow held--...perhaps he should feel lucky that Sun didn’t knock him flat onto his back. Yet, even so, he feels almost offended by it, knowing that the other held himself back. What, did he think he couldn’t take it? 

   The Arc’s brows furrow, a near grimace settling to his features the longer he thought about it--but then, he’s back to reality as Sun is throwing his own top off, outshining literally EVERYONE within a five mile radius. 

   Okay, NOW Jaune felt offended. Was it even legal to be that muscular?

   “--You want me, to hit you?”

   He’s positively bewildered--sure, this all started because of Jaune, and sure, it was only fair that he had his own crack at it; but why was Sun so damned thrilled to try after exposing his own strength?

   Either way, Jaune wasn’t going to say no.

   A breath, and one last rub of a palm against his reddened skin, and the Dancer himself is changing his stance with a foot back and a hand held low at his torso. He shouldn’t do this, logically, he knows he’ll only feel pain; but, was that going to entirely stop him? No, of course not. With a wind back of his hand, he swings it forward, arcing it into a karate-chop much like Sun’s own, yet, when he comes into contacted with that chiseled chest, the only thing he feels is regret.

   Pain. Sudden and sharp, and he’s sure he’s just broken his own wrist with the slap following the harsh contact against the other’s body, and despite his attempt at revenge, Jaune lets out another yelp and draws his hand back to cradle and nurse.

   “Geeze! Why are you so muscular?! This is ILLEGAL.”

[jaunearcs]

@lotusstorm​

   “So, Ren.

       Theoretically---”

   The Arc begins, palms upturned and chin pointed high, his tongue lapped against the roof of a drying mouth as he searches carefully for his words; determined not to startle any alarms in his roommate’s head. A soft pop of his lips, a twist of a sneaker against the flooring, and his voice begins again, slow and cautious.

   “If say, I, THEORETICALLY told one of the guys on the Basketball team that you taught me a super cool, super secret move that’d make it so I could make. Uh. A throw from waaaaay on the other side of the court. This is all Theoretically, of course, but if I told them that, so they would let me on the team, and now they wanna meet you so you can teach them--....in THEORY, how mad would you be?”

   Cue the large, forced grin, eyes of pure blue wide like a puppy begging for scraps. Something in the way he spoke sure made it sound like less than a theory.

[jaunearcs]

sunsguns‌:

bye, @jaunearcs​​ !!

         ❝ok, dude, for the official record, you consented to this. ❞  his unsure expression has since faded and a grin has taken it’s place. he gives his fellow preforming arts major a glance up and down his body, brows quirked. well, he’s the one that wanted to test out his strength and balance! or … something like that. actually, sun can’t really recall why they’ve decided to do this. was it a DARE ?? oh, well. it doesn’t really matter! it’s fun! and it definitely won’t be the worst thing a college student has done. 

❝ you ready? pretty sure you’re not ready. ❞  but he doesn’t waste any time as he flexes his arm and winds back, his arm and hand straightened, and …

wham !!

❝ YAH !!! ❞  without a warning or a countdown, sun lunges forward and karate chops jaune. right in his chest, with a very satisfying but painful THWACK. 

   “I’m ready, I can take it.”

   He wasn’t, and he couldn’t.

   The logic behind such an illogical request, well--...there was not much to begin with. A hypothetical, perhaps the pride of men, or, the idiocy of boys. Either way, there Jaune stood, shirt off and in hand, his pale chest harboring a touch of definition out in offering to be absolutely OBLITERATED. 

   He sucks in a breath to steady himself, but without much warning from his willing companion, the side of Sun’s hand comes in contact with his chest with a MEATY SLAP. Pain blossoms in his chest, sharp and stinging, and the dancer finds his balance broken; stumbling back and near falling on his backside before his heel makes contact with the ground to steady. 

   Jaune yelps, and his own hand flies to his chest to rub the already reddening skin with a pathetic whimper.

   “GEEZE.

           I didn’t think you’d hit that hard! .....My poor chest.”

[jaunearcs]

It is I again, Dust, who also plays Erengyl Mourn! I am here with my positively favorite muse in the entire World, and I am excited to get things started. BUT, since I am watching Extra Life today, a starter call will be sent out likely tomorrow! But, if you wanna plot with Jaune, feel free to message me. 

[applexcat]

some jaunes

[jaunearcs]

Tag dump.