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[vulturelanding]

Not a very good apology but he’s getting there

[jasperwithproblems]

As a fandom, I think we need Pitaya x Burning Spice enjoyers out there. If you're not convinced, here is why they would work:

1. They both are on the search for a formidable opponent to get them out of their daily rut, someone who they could fight without getting bored or it ending too soon

2. Fire themed; burning spice could probably stand pitaya's flames, and take him on in general

3. Prone to destructive outbursts; they could either cancel each other out or combine into a force much worse than if they were separate

4. They would insist they are not a thing, but all their battles would basically be "are they fighting or fucking"

For your consideration.

[theashen-fox]

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Ash was one of those students. Everyone knows the type: the type that stands out but tries their damndest to blend in. While his grades in Beacon were quite good—not “prodigious”, but definitely good—he rarely ever spoke in classes, be it to ask questions or even whisper to other students. He just sat in the back, away from everyone else, even his own Team. This was evident even during lunch periods and between class hours. Any chance he got, he would slink away to a secluded spot in the courtyard with several trees, sit beneath one or climb up into one, and just read for a while. In some ways, he was like Blake, as Yang might have observed. However, unlike Blake, he made next to no effort to interact with others unless absolutely necessary, whereas she at least made an effort. He had heard the whispers among the nastier students that circulated—phrases like “what a creep”, “I heard he put some kid in the hospital...” “don’t get too close, I think he likes to carry knives,” and “why the hell are we letting him stay here? How do we know he’s not with the White Fang?” were among his personal favorites. The last one, he was often tempted to actually attack people for; if they knew how much he hated the White Fang, they’d know just how damn wrong they were.

Ash never expected to hear anyone approach his “sanctuary.” Hardly anyone ever came here, and when they did, they usually left rather quickly. So, deciding to adopt his more snarky persona, he said from his place in the branches, “Freak show’s closed, I’m afraid. Come back tomorrow, kiddo.” This had been his standard go-to phrase to tell potential bullies to piss off, but with Yang, odds were pretty good she wouldn’t get it.

[theancientpowerawoken]

Fresh Embers

Chandra had done it, She had left Vacuo and started a new life in Vale. Her dream was coming true. Now all she needed to do was smash the grimm population into the ground, take out an early retirement, and live to a ripe old age. The hellscape of Vacuo behind her, and a home she was renting in Vale, everything seemed alright.

It was never that easy, was it?

On crisp afternoon in the forests south of Vale, Chandra had taken a bounty on a bunch of grimm nestled in an abandoned town there. She needed rent, and she was happy to help clear out the town so people could go back to living there. Confident she could take the weaker grimm out by herself, she set off. She arrived to her destination without much fuss, and began staking out the town, in an attempt to see how many grimm were there, and decide her approach.

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