Apr 15, 2020
when you hand stitch leather horns so you can half-assed cosplay @volarent‘s ren. maybe ill do it again when my actual good pink contacts come in the mail dgkjgh
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when you hand stitch leather horns so you can half-assed cosplay @volarent‘s ren. maybe ill do it again when my actual good pink contacts come in the mail dgkjgh
@volarent ‘ s jaune » " baby, would you still love me if i was a worm ? "
what a strange question to be woken up with in the middle of the night . . . sleepy groan , blake flops on her side &. moves closer to jaune ‘ s form , kiss to cheek before burying her face on his chest. that ‘ s a yes. ❝ go back to sleep. ❞
belladonna released a reverberating growl as she snatched her notes up, flushed and nursing a growing headache post history class. frustration came from grudgingly refusing to admit defeat in that lesson's debate against renatus, and she thought she'd known the source material so well. " ugh. " her ire was sent at the closest unfortunate nearby. " how can you stand him ? " @adrestia.
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Adrastia stared blankly at the Beacon student. Was she talking to her? Surely this girl (Belladonna, was it?) knew better than to come up to her unprompted, and yet here she was, looking at her and speaking in her direction, so they must be talking to her. Tch.
And then it became clear that it was very deliberate, once the topic of conversation was revealed. Ah. Now that’s why Belladonna had approached her. This was about Renatus. That was fair enough, Adrastia supposed. They were partners; childhood friends. Who knew him better than she?
How did she stand him?
“Gladly.” Adrastia replied simply, sharp violet eyes bearing down on the student with the little black bow. “And without reserve.” Well, maybe a little reserve. What Ren didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
She could hazard a guess as to why Belladonna was so incensed. Their little debate in Professor Oobleck’s class had been quite the display. Most students had tuned it out, just glad to have the excuse to zone out and be spared the attentiveness of Oobleck, but Adrastia... There were few things more entertaining than watching Renatus tear into someone. He had a way with words that matched her skill with a knife. His tongue was certainly as sharp as one. And now it upset poor, baby Belladonna. Boo hoo.
“You strike me as a girl who isn’t used to being challenged.” Adrastia’s tone was dry, bored even. “Someone who thinks they know best but hides behind it with a veil of false humility. Of course, I’m just being an armchair psychologist here. I’m sure that I’m just talking out my own ass. But I’m willing to bet that you secretly find the prospect of a challenge rather exciting, given how flustered you are.” She mused, finding her nails much more interesting to stare at. She should paint them later. A dark purple, perhaps?
Finally, she turned her attention back to Belladonna, a cruel smirk on her face. “I give you a week, maybe two, before you two start going on coffee dates together.”
@volarent ‘ s fox » fox was idly running his hands through feathered hair, a habit he never grew out of even after the long years they'd spent apart. yang's locks had a texture he'd never encountered with anyone else. fingers calloused and capable of so much harm were gentle, playful, trailing nail tips against her scalp and letting gossamer run over his fingers. < soft ... > he projected, unintentionally.
this is the very thing yang has let slip between her fingers throughout her life , &. she ‘ d be lying to say it still doesn ‘ t terrify her. not fox , but rather this closeness they share , how fleeting their affections are &. how close they can be at the same time. phoenix girl has always been used to this ; fading heat on ruffled sheets , the roar of her bike ‘ s engine as she speeds away from forgetful tryst faster than the event itself , leaving the face of a stranger behind never to be found nor seen ever again. but fox is different. fox isn ‘ t a stranger. fox isn ‘ t forgetful in any way shape or form. &. it terrifies her. how could yang ever forget those times he ‘ d visit her after beacon ‘ s fall ? knocked her flat on her ass to encourage her to rise from the ashes once more like he knew she could. they ‘ ve gotten closer than either cares to truthfully admit , forged these hidden feelings in a fire so hot it rivals the intensity of the very sun itself. maybe that ‘ s why vacuo feels so cozy now , even in the confines of cfvy ‘ s dorm where the two most commonly flee when not wrapped up in various missions &. information debriefings. gods , just breathing in his scent makes yang ‘ s heart flutter in a way she never expected it to.
but i ‘ m definitely not catching feelings. don ‘ t get it twisted.
a long day slaying grimm in the desert leads them back to vulpine ‘ s dorm bed &. unceremoniously shall they PLOP ! unto the mattress so hard xiao long ‘ s shocked it doesn ‘ t break. girlish giggles , sweet honey in vocalization as a toothy grin stretches along expressionism. yang ‘ s readying to open her mouth , utter some stupid joke that she knows fox will snort at , though ever quick is she to be silenced by the mere motion of someone carding digits through thick golden bundles. normally this would be the time where yang engulfs everything around her in an ethereal inferno , scorch everything in her path , but it ‘ s fox. anyone else could only dream of such a thing. silence to the girl of molten suns , scathing eyes widening &. warmth flooding tanned cheeks. not just from his touch , but the very word uttered between their psyches. golden heart skips a beat &. yang gulps. plays it off by playfully butting into the palm of his hand with head.
no . . . i ‘ m still not catching feelings. they ‘ re catching me.
@volarent said: 18 & 19!
sexuality and gender diversity headcanons // accepting
18 ) how does their family feel about the matter? friends? coworkers?—and does their thoughts matter to your muse?
this is one i hem and haw about a lot if only because miles has mentioned somewhere (i think it was miles) that in the rwby world it’s more ‘normal’ that sexualities are all different, that’s it’s not like the real world. i think the only person that really gives a crap about who jaune dates is his father, oddly enough. but that’s because the guy has always been very proud of the arc line and ‘family tradition’ and all that. jaune is his only son, and he wants jaune to be with someone that can give him children. it’s an entirely outdated and stupid look at the world and john-pierre gets better about it as jaune ages, but in my verses with @becomestorm it’s been an ongoing argument between the two arc men. jaune only cares what his family thinks because he loves them, and his father’s expectations for him really bum him out.
19 ) what’s your muse’s relationship with the current state of their body?
i was hoping someone asked this one because it’s one of the few topics i haven’t really embellished on before. after his first growth spurt, jaune has never really caught up in feeling like he’s big enough for his body. he knows he’s tall, knows he’s only getting taller, but he feels as if he still has two left feet. or that he’s learning to walk like a baby deer. he still considers himself the least capable member in the current dais, and that can sometimes stem directly to how he views himself physically.
basically, he feels like gumby sometimes, has for a while. he’s built out significantly since season four but jaune is so used to feeling awkward he doesn’t really see it.
@volarent ‘ s blake » " you said my kisses sent you to space. " they hadn't ... touched one another, not in the same way. blake hadn't even dared think about it since enrolling into beacon, but there had always been the curiosity, a small flame of desire that hadn't quite died out. " did you really mean that, or were you just trying to ... " felid paused, eyes narrowing as she tried to find the right words. " ... were you just trying to make it seem like more than it was ? "
was she that obvious in her sickly sweet confessional , or was yang just bold enough to where it became too good to be true for blake ? poetic prose &. pretty things were never the dragon ‘ s specialty , but she wants to try this time. there ‘ s not much that renders yang completely speechless , very little in this world that can safely quell her intense dragon flame , but blake . . . has she done just that ? the unthinkable ? yang bites &. chews on lower lip , scathing eyes cast downwards as sun &. moon sit in this silence that can only be described as painful. vivid are the memories of nyx - chosen ‘ s touch upon ignited flesh , the bruising kisses &. claw marks radiating hot for hours to come even after their little rendezvous that fateful night , leaving yang to think she ‘ d never see blake ever again as she fled into the moon . . . what a fool she was to think such things. gold dragon nods once in her seat , the rest of her frame slouching &. arms coming to fold tight over her chest. ❝ of course i meant it. ❞ she finally admits within lines of softened tonality. all of yang ‘ s flings have never lasted &. she was beyond content with never seeing their faces ever again after the night came to a close ; why would she wish to reminisce in faces of those she hardly remembers now ? she does that enough with blake already , for how could yang ever forget those piercing amber eyes that stared into her soul &. ripped it apart at the seams ?
❝ i never forgot about you , even when y ‘ didn ‘ t leave me so much as your name that night. ❞ murmurs nova girl , almost guilty in her speech. blake wanted to run away that night , she never expected to run into an old flame once more upon enrolling to beacon. did yang disrupt that desire completely , then ? a foil to the plans so securely woven in darkness &. pretty dark lashes. yang sighs &. exhales , puff of beastly smog betwixt lips. maybe she should be lucky that she &. blake ran into each other again in the emerald forest , instead of festering in these feelings whenever belladonna came near rather than ignoring them like yang was so used to. her fingers curl into her palm. ❝ i knew i had to find you again one day , ‘ an i did. ‘ wasn ‘ t expecting to – but i did. ❞ it hurts to be admitting this. painful. akin to thousands of tiny needles being stabbed into flesh void of aura ‘ s protection. what if this scares blake into leaving her all over again ? what if this heartfelt spilling of yang ‘ s golden innards are too much for nightshade to stand ? too overwhelming to process all at once. that ‘ s what terrifies yang the most , to be perfectly truthful. blake could reject her &. she ‘ d feel no ill intent , but to lose the very person she ‘ s spent so long thinking about . . . to never see or touch her again after having her toxins between fingertips once more. please no. please let me have this happy dream , just this once. xiao long licks dry lips , sigh trembly &. confidence pouring out in waves as she turns to face blake once more instead of just talking to the empty space before her. fuck. even know does yang ‘ s heart skip a beat just looking at her. fuck.
❝ blake , i – i never forgot about you.❞ i never stopped missing you.
" i picked these up while i was travelling. " belladonna let out a nervous puff of laughter, flush dusting cheeks as she looked off to the side. they're old-ish martial arts action movies, from the thrift stores she likes frequenting on well loved holo-disks, but still working. the cases are wrapped with a festive gold ribbon, afton's name written on a little notecard and tucked under the bow. " i thought we could settle down with the rest of your family to watch them ? order in ? "
*AFTON & BLAKE. / @volarent (afton’s bday bash 2k20.)
he takes a long look, at the holo-disks. some of them... were titles he recognized. one or two, ones he’d watch, as a child. before renji, before... everything. a small smile, and he looks through the titles, before shaking his head with his own almost nervous laugh. pats the disks once, midnight eyes finally looking back at felid.
“... thanks, blake,” holds them tight in his hand - the hand still wearing the glove she got him last birthday, plated knuckles and all. “i think, uh. i think that’s a great day. i think we all deserve a day off, huh?
... thank you.” clears his throat, and reaches across, giving her a kiss to the cheek.
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Ren manages a weak smile but it doesn’t stay on his face long. He’d always wanted to try this as a kid. But now, on the cusp of turning twenty, it just reminds him of better times, of all that he’s lost.