I think we have to work together guys and figure out a good ship name for Ava/Eva Stratt because if we are crackshipping Simon/Grace then we can ship the ladies too!!!
There have been five I've heard so far but I think it would be cool to hear more suggestions! Maybe we could do a poll and see which one is the most popular?? Here are the five ship names I saw in order and I would also like to throw my ship name in the ring too!
Strava by @faerieinthehumanworld
Trolley Operators by @convenient-plot-device
Mission Control by @mrtreesnek
Ăva by Unknown (Might have been wolfythewitch but I can't say for certain) + (Minus points for the ship name needing a special character to work)
IronWill by @theultimatesandwich
Stardeciders by @blonsh (me!)
CapStratt by @causticflower
If there are any more suggestions I will add them here!
Love Calculator Result: 67% - This level of love is equivalent to a cat's love of boxes. It may not be immediately evident, but take a look in the box and you might just find something ready to jump out at you.
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The air thickened, a palpable hum of challenge and anticipation. The love calculator's whimsical pronouncement had done little but ignite a more primal game between them.
âThis level of love is equivalent to a catâs love of boxesâŚâ
They stare at the screen in silence.
Vergil exhales through his nose, unimpressedâand faintly amused. âA crude metric. Yet⌠not inaccurate.â
Across from him, Satsuki Kiryuin folds her arms, chin lifted. âA box is not affection,â she says coolly. âIt is territory. Once claimed, nothing else is allowed inside.â
Vergilâs eyes flick to herâslow, deliberate. âPrecisely. You donât see it at first. Then it strikes.â
The air tightens. Neither moves. Neither looks away.
Satsuki steps closer, heels clicking like a countdown. âSo which of us is the box,â she murmurs, voice edged with challenge, âand which is waiting to spring?â
A thin smile ghosts Vergilâs mouth. âCareful,â he replies. âCuriosity invites consequences.â
Her gaze dropsâjust brieflyâto the hilt at his side, then returns, sharpened. âGood. I despise boredom.â
The screen times out. The result vanishes.
What remains is the charged space between themâunresolved, claimed, and very much ready to bite.
Satsukiâs hand, with a deliberate slowness that mocked him, reached out and traced the edge of his immaculate blue coat, her fingertips barely brushing the embroidered patterns. Her touch was a question, an assertion, a silent gauntlet thrown. Vergilâs eyes, glacial as winter skies, narrowed infinitesimally, but he did not flinch. He let her claim that inch of space, that fraction of contact, allowing the tension to coil tighter, like a spring wound to its breaking point.
âYou speak of territory,â Vergilâs voice was a low rumble, barely above a whisper, yet it resonated with an undeniable authority that seemed to vibrate through the very floor. âBut a true sovereign claims more than mere space. They claim⌠allegiance.â
Satsukiâs hand slid from his coat, moving with predatory grace to cup his jaw. Her thumb brushed over the sharp line of his cheekbone, a gesture that was both possessive and testing. Her gaze, as unwavering as his own, bore into his. âAnd what form does this allegiance take, demon? A surrender of will? A bending of the knee?â Her voice was silk over steel, a challenge wrapped in an invitation.
A flicker of something akin to genuine interest, a dangerous spark, ignited in Vergilâs eyes. He leaned into her touch, a subtle shift that was less yielding and more a predatory closing of distance. His own hand rose, not to remove hers, but to capture her wrist, his fingers firm, unyielding, yet not bruising. It was a lock, a counter-claim.
âPerhaps,â he murmured, his voice now a silken threat, âit takes the form of a desire so potent it eclipses all reason. A hunger that demands satisfaction, not just from the body, but from the very core of oneâs power.â He pulled her closer, his grip on her wrist tightening just enough to convey his absolute strength, yet leaving her free to resist, to fight, if she dared.
Satsukiâs breath hitched, a faint, almost imperceptible sound, but her eyes never wavered. Her body, taut and ready, pressed against his, the rigid lines of their uniforms a barrier that only amplified the raw current arcing between them. She knew this dance. She lived for this clash of wills, this assertion of dominance.
âAnd if I refuse such a claim?â she challenged, her voice a low growl, her free hand coming up to press against his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath the fabric. It wasn't a push, but a brace, a defiant stand.
Vergilâs smile was a dangerous thing, a flash of white predator. âThen, Kiryuin, you would be denying yourself. And I would simply⌠*take*.â His grip shifted, releasing her wrist only to slide his hand to her waist, pulling her flush against him, the undeniable press of their bodies a silent, potent declaration.
The air crackled, thick with unspoken challenges and the electric promise of their inevitable collision. This wasn't about love, not in any conventional sense. It was about power, about wills clashing and yielding, about two indomitable forces seeking to dominate, to consume, to claim. And in that charged space, the true game had only just begun.
Do you got any headcanons for an AU where James Ironwood x Willow Schnee (Iron Will) raise the Ace-Ops and the Schnee siblings?
RWBY Ship Headcannons #60: Iron Will
Okay so after Whitley was born, Willow booked it away from Jacques. She managed to get Winter, Weiss and Whitley out with her and she went straight to James, who wasnât gonna abandon her when sheâs so distraught and also holding a baby, a toddler, and a very stern little girl. He helps Willow get the SDC and full custody of the kids in the divorce, and over that time they fall in love. Simple.
They started picking up the future Ace-Ops along the years of raising the Schnee siblings. Marrow was first and they found him as a Mantle orphan while Willow was going through the divorce case. Harriet and Vine were found as a pair trying to escape from a sketchy orphanage, and Elm was tossed out of the same orphanage two months later and found by James. Clover was actually found last and came into the picture as a teenager trying to sign up for the military by lying about his age just to get a roof over his head. Safe to say that Willow wasnât allowing that and took him in instead.
With so many kids, itâs a big and busy household. Except for Whitley, all of them want to be Huntsmen and Huntresses, so itâs a lot of training and calling in favours from friends and Academy applications over the years.
Winter and Clover, as the oldest siblings, are basically the second parents. Clover takes responsibility for a lot of the othersâ mishaps because he âwas supposed to be watching them and had a lapse in judgementâ, whereas Winter will have none of it and is least liked by Elm and Harriet.
Harriet is blatantly Jamesâ favourite, actually. He times her running even before she gets her Semblance, heâs the one who picks her up after school a lot, etc. (Heâs also the one who bailed her out of her first hundred fights.)
Willow, on the other hand, is the favourite parent. As well as being the one to find and take in most of these kids or being their bio mom, sheâs very lenient and understanding on a lot of things. When Winter ends up coming out as gay, sheâs the first one to make sure sheâs as comfortable as possible by doing all she can for her baby girl. Sheâs also a pretty good influence, seeing as she manages to talk a little sense into Marrow to stop grabbing his tail to stop it wagging.
Theyâre good parents is what Iâm trying to say.
Thanks for the suggestion! Remember ask box is OPEN for Ship Summaries, Ship Trials and Headcannon Requests!
Dear LORD it has been awhile. Switched to a new phone, done some customs, and I'm back to share! Here is one of the few Earthruse figures I actually care to buy LOL. Hope you enjoy!
Upload from my twitter another collab work I had with @kawarayane - coloured her lines and added a complex background. It was challenge for myself trying to get that late Fall cold windy mornings - the âLast Dawnâ which Jake might not see anytime soon again. Playing with mood/atmosphere and story depth.
Coloured both versions :>
Also something small I did for @calmspirited a while ago.Â