#whitley schnee

[salemdominance]

Whitley in between Ravn and Neo's tits, smothered by the bussoms

Such lovely breasts, Whitley let it happen, running out of air before realizing he was really being smothered.

He woke up a while later with a pink lip mark on his chest and missing his wallet. Never trust a bandit and a thief.

[howlingday]

Setting - Willow Schnee has left Atlas, finding comfort in the company of the Belladonnas. Unfortunately, she couldn't bring everything and, more importantly, everyone with her. However, seeking help from an old friend of the Belladonnas, she's asked and hired Ilia Amitola to help keep Willow in contact with her son, Whitley. Tonight happens to be the last night of this contract.

Ilia: (Rounds hall corner, Knocks code, Whispers) Whitley...? You awake?

Click~!

Jacques: (Holding Whitley, Guards around) Oh, he is most certainly awake. He's also expecting you, along with the rest of us. Willow has nothing to fear; Whitley is being kept safe and sound until she learns her place.

Ilia: Where? On her back or in the kitchen?

Jacques: Perhaps once before, though the zoo might be more fitting nowadays~. (Bodyguards chuckle)

Ilia: Wooow... Really? You do realize I'm both Faunus AND a woman, right?

Goon: Really~?

Ilia: Ugh! Okay, I'm kicking your ass first!

Jacques: GET HER!

Ilia: (Kicks perverts ass, Beats everyone else)

Jacques: ENOUGH! Stop right where you are or else.

Whitley: (Winces in pain)

Ilia: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy! I didn't mean to step on anyone's TOES, okay?

Ilia: (Winks)

Whitley: (Stomps on Jacques' foot)

Jacques: YOW! (Unhands son)

Ilia: (Punches Jacques in his moustache, Grabs Whitley) Kid, do you trust me?

Whitley: Of course!

Ilia: Perfect! (Pulls, Running) First, hold tight. Second, don't let go.

Ilia: (Leaps out of manor, Dives to Mantle)

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Willow: ...You're late! You don't answer your scroll, you've been gone for almost a week, and now you pester me in the middle of the night to- Whitley?

Whitley: Mother.

Ilia: It was a long trip because I needed to get some extra preparations done before leaving Atlas to come here. For him. I know it wasn't part of the deal, but-

Whitley: (Leaps into Willow, Sobs)

Willow: (Tears roll down cheeks, Coos hushes)

Ilia: (Smiles at reunion)

[howlingday]

Whitley: Finally, at long last... I have waited a Grimm's age for... for... No... It- It can't be...

Whitley: DAMNABLE SHE-BITCH! IS THERE NOTHING YOUR FOUL GNARLED CLAWS WON'T CONTAMINATE?!

Whitley: DAMN YOU TO THE FURTHEST REACHES OF THE SHATTERED MOON, BETTY CROCKEEER~!

[howlingday]

GET BACK UP

Whitley: I have been so excited to speak with you, Mr. Arc. On paper, you are our ideal candidate~!

Jaune: Here's hoping in real life, too~!

Whitley: Ha ha... Hopefully...

Jaune: I understand PalaTech's recent work has been nothing short of groundbreaking in hunter defense, and I'd love to be part of it-

Whitley: You must have had a hell of a life for someone so young.

Jaune: ...Uh, heh... Y- Yeah, I guess you could say that I'm just... really lucky, huh?

Whitley: "Lucky" is one way to describe it, yes. Untrained, unqualified, and yet became a leader of your own huntsman team at Beacon Academy, though your huntsman license was revoked by Atlas after your siding with the terrorist organization which led to the downfall of the kingdom itself...

Jaune: Uh, wait, let- Let me explain-

Whitley: And this is all before your meteoric rise and fall with Knights of Arc, which is nothing short of criminal-!

Jaune: I'm sorry, but... Are we still discussing the job, or-

Whitley: The JOB, Mr. Arc, is me calling you a FUCKING IDIOT to your face! (Grabs pens) WE LOST MILLIONS, YOU FUCKER!

Jaune: (Walking away) This could have been an email...

Whitley: FUCKING MILLIONS~!

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Melanie: I'm sure you were ready for this, but what would you describe as your biggest weakness?

Jaune: Well... Would you say it's a weakness when you care too much about the job~?

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Rusted Knight: (Holding steel beam aloft) URGH... F-FOLKS... PLEASE MOVE... H-HEAVY...

Civilian: (Getting a selfie) Yeah, yeah, sure... SAY RESCUE~!

Rusted Knight: (Groans) Please run now.

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Melanie: I'm referring if you are aware of your actual failings. Such as your reference stating your spotty attendance.

Jaune: Oh, uh, heh, noted... Um... Which one of my references said that?

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Jaune: (Sitting on a box) Defense is a high priority now more than ever, and I intend to make it my highest priority. Also, um, could I have a chair?

Starr: Bro, you need to open your mind. We need a hands-on man at StarrLite D-Fence, bro~!

Jaune: Oh, I can assure you that I am quite hands on... um, bro?

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Jaune: (Shield bashes own face, Groans)

Jaune: Dear Jaune, shield buttons don't calibrate themselves. Thanks, Jaune.

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Jaune: (Face scratched to hell) With my strategic and logistical aptitude, I feel like I can be quite the asset at-

Ghira: What on Remnant happened to your face?

Jaune: Um...

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Rusted Knight: (Knocked over)

Neo-Cat: (Pounces on Jaune, Digs claws in, Leaps away)

Rusted Knight: ...Ow...

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Jaune: Uh, let's just say, I'm not quite ready to cat-sit for a while... Heh heh heh...

Ghira: Right... And you wouldn't be opposed to a drug test? Say, RIGHT NOW?

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Jaune: Um... Are those people going to be staying for the WHOLE interview?

Oscar: You're a huntsman celebrity, Jaune. Everyone's dying to hear the dirt on your last boss. Y'know... OZPIN?

Jaune: Oh, uh, well... He could be... a challenge to work with...

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King of OZ: (Strangling Jaune with cane)

Rusted Knight: (Struggling to break free)

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Jaune: (As crowd laughs behind him) Uh-huh... Great... Very professional, everyone... We're actually friends now...

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Jaune: It's... hard, y'know? You try to find a place that's just quirky enough to accept you for your quirkiness?

Employer: Well, we're no strangers to quirky here.

Jaune: (Scroll buzzes) Oh, hang on. My mother's feeling under the weather... (Checks)

Employer: Family first..

Scroll: Saw a baddie Scroll: Cn I fight? Hes old Scroll: PLEEEEEEEEEEEZ Scroll: PS this is squire Scroll: PPS did you get the job?

Jaune: (Knocks over chair, Bolts out office) VERYSORRYMOMVERYSICKNEEDSMED-

Employer: WHAT THE-?!

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Jaune: Fifteen failed interviews in the last nine days... I feel like the ol' Jaune Arc luck is still goin' strong...

Saphron: Well, the Saphron, Terra, and Adrian Cotta Arc luck is just as strong. We get to spend some extra time with you~!

Jaune: Well, as long as some of it is good luck.

Saphron: Will you be staying for dinner? Terra and I were gonna kick back with some friends from her work for playdatathon with pierogis and Real HouseMistresses of Patch Island~!

Jaune: Those three sound like made-up things.

Saphron: (Sighs) How did Mom and Dad raise such an uncultured swine?

Jaune: If pierogis is some kind of fancy dumpling, then I'm in.

Saphron: Great! Actually, there's somebody coming that I want you to-

Jaune: (Scroll buzzes) Oh, hold that thought. (Answers) Hello? Hi, I... No. ...Maybe? ...Yes. ...YES~! Oh, uh, sorry for yelling, I- Khm! Yes. Thank you.

Jaune: I GOT A JOB~! How does Senior Enlisted Supervisory Element at Armored Remnant sound to you~?

Saphron: Sounds made up, actually, heh heh... Now, what was that about Jaune Arc luck~?

Jaune: Oh, it's luck! Just, y'know, the good kind. The recruiter said an internal recommendation put me way up at the top.

Saphron: I'm guessing all your hard work is paying off, right~?

Jaune: Uh... Well, it's a nice thought, but no, actually. Um...

Jaune: You remember Cardin Winchester, right? From down the road?

Saphron: (Voice dripping with venom) YES. I. DO.

[rwby-confess]

Confession #1954

[salemdominance]

*Seeing Elm squatting over 300 kg* ...My boy Whitley, I'm a little worried about the integrity of your pelvis.

"I learned Aura for healing." Whitley said serenely. "Now shut up I'm watching my girlfriend."

[howlingday]

Winter: Tell me...

Winter: (Sitting atop mass of bandits) How do you want to die?

Bandit: (Squeals) P- Please! Spare us! We promise to stop attacking villages! Just don't kill us!

Winter: ...I won't kill you today. Because today... (Opens locket)

...is my baby brother's birthday~.

Bandit: Uh...

Winter: Go on. (Shows locket) Wish my Whitley a happy birthday... with everything you've got... THEN DROP DEAD.

[schneezburger]

Can you keep a secret?