#Bombshell // Visage

[mahoushojoumonster]

She’s confused as to why you didn’t dress up. There is judgement.

遊び屋さんちゃん

Tagged by @frogsonalotusleaf, tagging @eternalxloyalxspirits @divinityunleashed @dragontamer05 @themxtleycrew

[out-of-heaven-and-hell]

Cherri bomb tag dump

[noellefvley]

Merry Christmas!

[chernayavd0va]

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐏 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏

[insatiablemuses]

The game they played never ended well. One person always lost and she always tried damn hard to make sure it was never her. She sees the other girl try so desperately to get him to focus on her, and she almost wants to laugh at how it wasn’t working at all. Just like she had expected, Noah kept his eyes right on her. And pretty quickly, he comes over to offer to drive her. She’s silent for a moment as she looks around at the others, pretending to contemplate just what she was going to do because she had to make him sweat a little after all this bullshit that had been going on between them. “Maybe next time, boys,” she tells the group, giving them a smile as she pushes away from the wall. With a natural sway to her hips, she moves to Noah and spares a glance up at him. She’d probably end up regretting this tomorrow, but right now she didn’t care. Besides, she could just have him drive her home and leave it at that. Leave him to really think about things. “Hurry up… before I change my mind.” Her hand easily takes a hold of his wrist to tug him along behind her.

Open Starter

Noah's rough hands shamelessly gripped and grabbed at the young girl's body, practically putting on a show for anyone and everyone to watch. Though the real target audience was his ex and that was clear through his eyes and his piercing stare. His tongue was intertwined with someone else's but his eyes were locked on hers.

[theanimeroom]

BOMBSHELL | PROLOGUE

synopsis: during a drunken girls night, you and your friends decide to up the ante just a bit, but how did it ever come to this?

warnings: lots of kissing, smut, multi characters x reader, lots of mixed pairings, very random challenges, fluff, slow burns, mentions of cheating, drama, angst, plenty of tears, multi fandom at some point, playlists included!

a/n: content warnings will be posted with each chapter, so be sure to read thoroughly before indulging! the story will progress through my own discretion as well as voting at the end of each chapter, so make sure to cast your votes to see how the plot will unfold!

BOMBSHELL MASTERLIST

“okay okay, who’s next?” one of your friend's chipper voice invaded the rowdy space of your house. she sat up on her legs in front of you as she looked around the room, hoping to find her next victim. you groaned softly as you tried to get accustomed to the hardwood floor of your living room, groaning softly as you pressed your back against the cushion of your couch. you peered around at the three other girls that occupied your space, your closest friends all smiles and dopey expressions as the mimosa’s you made started to take effect.

you were starting to feel a bit warm yourself, relaxation flooding through your veins due to the remnants of champagne. your mind was a bit groggy, the lack of thought and judgment bringing about an uncommon comfort to you. there weren’t many times when you had the chance to relax fully; a constant stream of assignments, schedules, and family matters occupied your brain until it was pounding relentlessly against your skull. nights like these with your friends were far and few in between, so you prepared yourself to enjoy it to the fullest extent.

you swirled the liquid around in your glass, biting your tongue at the present question. with a shake of your head, you took another swig, hoping that they would forget the fact that you hadn’t taken a turn in almost two rounds. before you even had a moment to swallow your mimosa you were hearing the sound of your name, your head snapping in the direction of the friend sitting to your left. “i think it’s y/n’s turn!”

“unfortunately, y/n is unavailable at the moment, please call again, or try your call later,” you chimed in a robotic voice, not making eye contact with any of the women around you. a smirk appeared on your face when everyone started hollering, pointing accusatory fingers at you insistently. a quiet laugh rumbled in your throat, your eyes rolling softly at their antics. you weren’t opposed to the game in question, but you knew how creative your friends tended to become when alcohol clouded their judgment.

you were quite happy to be looked over after you watched your friend suckle at the length of your finger in an attempt to arouse you, an intrigued and inviting visage lining your features through every second of it. although it was funny, as much as you trusted your best friends, you weren’t very fond of seeing the mayhem they could come up with.

"nope! you're not getting out of this one," another friend chimed. you rolled your eyes at the comment, setting your glass down on the hardwood floor as you settled against the plush carpet.

you eyed your friends suspiciously as they all looked at you in contemplation, deciding on a dare for you to complete. the companion to your right gasped just loud enough to catch your attention, your gaze falling on her as she leaned over close enough for you to hear her whisper the question of the hour. “truth or dare?”

you hummed softly, eyes cast towards the ceiling as you feigned contemplation.

you knew the safe route would be to pick truth, saving yourself from whatever method of torture they could conjure up for you this time. despite your thought process, a churning feeling in your stomach steered you in the opposite direction. you had always been the type of person to follow your gut, and what was life without a little risk for reward?

you didn’t hesitate before you looked back at your friends, a challenging smile curving the corners of your mouth. “dare.”

excited glances were shared between your friends and they quickly started whispering amongst themselves. you rolled your eyes with a minuscule smile before taking another sip of your mimosa.

“okay,” one friend blurted by the time you’d swallowed your first sip, your gaze reflecting a suspicious expression. “i dare you to… apply for love island.”

your mouth popped open, a harmless glare being sent her way. of course, she would pick something like this. your obsession with the show was a known fact amongst your friend group, your group chats being filled with pictures of the newest bombshells and your ratings on each couple. you even cleared your schedule on friday evenings just to make sure that you caught the newest episode every week.

but that didn’t mean that you were going to apply for it.

“oh come on,” you chastised. “that’s boring, can you please pick another one?”

your friend pouted at your denial, eyebrows furrowing together. “nooo, i want you to do this one! besides, it’s just for fun, right? the odds of you getting picked are slim to none, and even if you do, at least there’s a prize fund, you could use the help right now anyway.”

your other friends nodded their heads in approval at her statement while you sighed quietly to yourself. as much as you hated to admit it, everything she said was right. there wasn’t any harm in applying, and it’s not like you would get picked anyway, yet, a small part of you pondered on if it would be that bad if you did. you briefly thought about your current financial situation; the unpaid bills needed to maintain the house you currently sat in being shoved into a drawer that you never open, the financial aid that was supposed to get you through your last years in school swiftly being taken from you, and the part-time job that isn’t worth the pain you have to deal with after a long day of classes. you needed a source of income if you wanted to stay enrolled at your college, to stay with your friends, but you just can’t seem to make ends meet.

you blinked before downing the rest of your mimosa.

“fine, someone grab my laptop.”

you truly thought you were dying.

your heart was beating rapidly, a shuddered breath slipping through the air as you stared at yourself in the mirror before you. it was huge, white borders illuminating the corner of your eyes as you tried your best not to take your eyes off of your figure. a short tug on your hair made you look up at the woman standing behind you, her soft smile and apologetic “sorry” drifting in one ear and out of the other. you shook her head at her, returning a smile of your own as she placed the straighter against your frizzy hair again. you watched with worried eyes as your full head of hair was flattened out by what felt like the 100th stylist to touch you today.

nervous didn’t even begin to describe how you were feeling at the moment; your jaw clenching and unclenching periodically, and your breaths coming out much shorter than they probably needed to. you’d felt fine in the weeks leading up to this, even going as far as buying a whole new wardrobe and fixing the atrocity that was your finger and toenails. you had plenty of time to come to terms with the current situation, so why did it feel like you were going to pass out?

staring at your own eyes in the mirror, you tried your best to fix your labored breathing. you started thinking, pondering about anything that could take your mind off of the anxiety shooting up your spinal cord. the bodies sliding around behind you made it even harder to forget where you were, your anxious fingers wrapping around your bracelet-clad wrist. you shut your eyes as you took a couple of deep breaths, hand wringing the skin of your wrist roughly.

a light touch to your shoulder brought you back to the real world, eyes opening to reveal the woman who was currently playing with your hair. she held a comforting smile on her face, the warmth from her hand meeting your exposed skin gently. “try not to think about it too much, i’m sure you’ll do great.”

you tried your best to take her advice, but the tight line that your lips drew gave away your true thoughts immediately. when the stylist only gave you another smile you huffed before slouching in your chair.

"is it normal to feel like this?" the words left your mouth before you could stop them. you locked eyes with the woman through the mirror, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed with worry. she grasped another piece of your hair, straightening it out with her fingers before lining up the straightener to flatten the last couple of pieces. without a word, she started nodding her head.

"much more normal than you think," she explained as she brushed your newly straightened hair with the rest. She paused momentarily, grasping the last lock of hair with soft fingers, and laughed softly to herself. "Most people come in here looking like they're about to throw up. you're probably doing the best that i've seen so far."

a small laugh allowed your shoulders to drop slightly. it would be a lie if you said that her words didn't help you out, the butterflies swarming around in your stomach subsiding slightly. No more words were spoken between you until your flattened hair fell in front of your face, hairspray clouded your vision in the mirror, and the stylist muttered to you that her job was officially done. you blinked, remembering exactly where you were and what you were about to experience in mere hours.

as you eyed your appearance in the mirror you couldn’t help but widen your eyes slightly. your makeup wasn’t too much different from what you did on a usual basis, but the light shadows of the brown they’d creased into your outer lids left you with a captivating smokey eye, eyes narrowing out into a seductive glare. your lips were tinted with a lip stainer, the gloss overlapping it accentuating the curve of your smile. you couldn’t deny the fact that you in fact did look stunning in your current outfit and makeup, the realization that you got to dress up like this every day for the world to see shocking your system in the most pleasurable of ways.

the stylist motioned for you to stand from the chair, your body moving instinctively as you rose from the leather cushion and trailed behind her. the door you'd initially walked through to get your hair done was behind you, your head swiveling around to peer at it before following behind the woman. you knew there was no turning back the moment you stepped through those doors, yet when your feet crossed the threshold, you couldn't help the twinge of excitement that finally zipped through you. your legs felt like jelly as you followed your guide, eyes flickering about your surroundings. the walls were white, splotches of random colors scattered along the surface. it was fun and bubbly, a stark contrast to how you were feeling at the moment. the wide hallway felt never-ending as you walked towards a large set of double doors, your breath catching in your throat when the woman in front of you ceased her movements.

you bit down on your tongue as you realized this was your moment. as you stared down at the doors before you, your mind started swirling with questions.

would you find love? how are the other people going to be? what if you embarrass yourself? what if all the guys are actually smoking hot?

it wasn’t even the people you were necessarily worried about. you had become accustomed to meeting new people and having suitors, but for everything to be broadcasted on national television? you didn’t want to do something stupid and have the entirety of your country hating your guts. it left an uncomfortable churning in your stomach, muscles growing stiff as all the possibilities swarmed your mind. you shut your eyes as you rid yourself of all those plaguing thoughts, trying to focus on only the happy things.

just look forward to the experience, and have as much fun as you can. just be yourself, you'll do just fine. you're hotter.

you hummed to yourself, peeking at the door when you heard a soft click resonate through the empty hallway. the stylist was looking at you with a knowing smile, nudging her head at the door that was now cracked open.

"good luck,"

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[badaline]

I have this head canon about Guillermo being absolutely HUNG and no one knows about it until some unfortunate mishap where all their clothes are vanished for some reason. Nadja yells about witches. Lazlo enjoys the visage of his bombshell wife being suddenly naked. Nandor is just standing there with his hands on his hips, still wearing his boots somehow.

And then there is Guillermo. Embarrassed. Hung like a horse Guillermo.

Lazlo is the first to notice and boy he notices and comments on it loudly. “Gizmo what the fuck -how long have you been packing that around?” Which gets everyone else’s attention. And now they’re all just LOOKING at poor Guillermo like they’ve never seen him.

And for the entirety of the ‘episode’ it’s just all of them trying more and more desperate attempts to seduce Guillermo the hung virgin and all of them failing and embarrassing Guillermo the longer it goes on.

Guillermo just getting frustrated “I’m not sleeping with any of you.”

Lazlo: “who said anything about sleeping my dear boy? I’m saying we should fuck.”

Nadja: “yes I would very much like to watch the fucking.”

Nandor: “hey Guillermo is my familiar-bodyguard, wait your turns.”

Colin Robinson: “I also wouldn’t mind a turn, I don’t say this often but there’s a certain kind of —“

Cue Guillermo running away. Mumbling at the cameras about how he was practically invisible to everyone in the house but now that everyone knows hes…. well… gifted… now they all suddenly treat him like he’s worth something.

[soul-controller]

To Protect and Swap (Teaser)

After learning that his boss is retiring, hunky middle-aged officer James Peterson is willing to do whatever is necessary to be promoted to police chief. Unfortunately for him, a private meeting with the retiring chief doesn’t turn out as expected...

To his amusement, James hadn’t even made it to his desk on Monday morning before his assumptions about the promotion were proven to be true. Upon being stopped by his superior, the hunky officer was informed that Chief Price was expecting him up at his office for an important meeting to “discuss their futures”. Upon making his way across the busy office floor and greeting a few of his work friends, the man finally made his way to the chief’s office and knocked on the door. After hearing the gruff older voice telling him to come in, James obeyed the order and entered the room. 

Upon doing so and taking a seat on one side of a desk, James’ eyes found themselves observing his 78 year old police chief as he sat on the other side. Although the man clearly had respect for Chief Price, James was always relatively uncomfortable around his boss based on just how obese he was. With James being a solid 130 pounds with a relatively muscular physique, the fact that his boss was at least triple that was a lot for his fitness-centric mind to reconcile with. It was also clear that chief’s deskwork certainly didn’t help matters as he noticed a take-out container sitting on the edge of his desk and a fresh stain in the middle of his stretched out dress shirt.

Directing his head away from the man’s obese physique, James instead looked up to stare into the older man’s face. Although the chief’s visage looked completely normal, a closer look revealed that it was a bizarre mix of deep wrinkles and soft flab that caused his cheeks to be pudgy and a definition-less mass to be between his head and shoulders. Before he could focus more on his boss’ face though, James watched the man’s mouth begin to move and thus discontinued any thinking as he opted to instead listen. 

“So, let’s just cut to the chase alright. I’m retiring soon and I need to find a replacement before I leave. You’re not stupid, I’m sure that you know that everyone around here adores you and wants you to be my successor,” Chief Price began, his eyes narrowing underneath his gray and bushy eyebrows for a moment as he intensely studied James’ face. “Although I know that you and my staff all think that I’m this rude hardass, I’m not going to just simply ignore all of the high praise I hear about you. In fact, based on how well you’re received by both the department and the general public due to those little interviews you do, I actually share the same opinion about you.” 

Upon hearing this, James momentarily lost his breath as he awaited the final shoe to drop. Based on how Chief Price sat there for a moment with a devilish grin on his face, it was clear that he was purposely delaying the news. Luckily though, it didn’t take too much longer until he finally spoke and dropped his bombshell. “As such, I’d like to offer you the position of chief effective immediately. Are you willing to take on the sacrifices necessary for this position?”

Instantly, James’ heart began to race as the reality of the offer finally settled. Given how frantic his breathing was, it wasn’t surprising that his first few words came out as a stutter. “I- I’m h-honored chief. Of course I’d love to accept, this is the job of my dreams! I’m willing to do whatever is necessary for the betterment of our department.” 

As James finished speaking, Chief Price’s usual stoic expression shifted into a slight grin as he extended out a hand across the desk. “Now that’s what I love to hear, officer. Put it ‘ere and we’ll begin the transition process immediately!” 

With the role secured beyond a simple handshake, a wide smile emerged onto James’ face as he leaned forward in his seat and extended his arm out across the table. As soon as their hands met and were wrapped into a tight grip though, the officer’s smile began to suddenly falter as an intense tingle began to permeate through his palms. 

Looking up in confusion only caused further alarm as Chief Price’s expression had shifted from a friendly smile to a mischievous grin. Thrown off by this, James tried to pry his hand out of the handshake, but quickly found that the chief’s hand was essentially a death grip. Just as he began to flail about and muster up the courage to scream for help, the officer’s attempt was foiled as an intense shock suddenly permeated through his body. In an instant the pain caused his entire body to seize up, the officer suddenly grunting in response and closing his eyes as he wished for immediate relief...

To read more about what happens to James during his meeting with his boss, click here to sign up for my Patreon!

[insatiablemuses]

Selene’s eyes fluttered closes briefly for a moment at the light sensation of his fingers before they open again to look at him. “Yeah… it was great,” she softly reassures him. She was a mess right now, blonde hair wild and body covered in sweat and him. But she didn’t care. She felt somewhat alive for the first time in a long time and she had missed it so much. “Was it okay for you?” She breathes out.

thedominantdaddyz​:

Noah didn’t want their first time being together like this after years of dissatisfaction on her end and frustration on his. He wanted it to be blissful for her, something she would remember and long for again, but with all of that edging and just simply being inside of her again, this close to her, there was no chance of him lasting much longer. As he grew closer and closer to his climax he thrusted his cock inside of her further and deeper, until he was fully inside of her. And once he felt that he quickly pulled out and came all over her body, like she told him she wanted. 

Selene didn’t think this was going to be pleasurable for her, just because it was going to end so fast, but she was upset about it. Her lips part and opens her eyes in surprise at the sudden sensation of him thrusting fully into her, taking her brief away for a brief moment. She doesn’t get to react much more to that before he’s pulling out and cumming on her stomach and breasts. Panting softly, she stares up at him.

[mortul]

literanis asked: “did you know? the human body has 300 bones when we’re born! as adults, there’s only 206…” she has a huge grin. “that’s a difference of nearly 100! have any idea?” — from raziel!

@literanis: raziel ／ unprompted ／ always accepting.

From the sheer amount of times Christoph's responded, intermittently, with a mumbled, "Uh-huh," there might've been a misconception. Said misconception might've revolved around... perhaps... that he hadn't been listening to her in the first place. It wouldn't have been the first time (not for her, bear in mind. he's not sure if he could handle her big, old puppy-dog eyes in such a case.) he's gotten away with such a rude gesture-- he's rather proud of his current "body count", truth be told.

Him nodding along to her little "infodump", too, could've given way to a far more... well, let's just say: disrespectful outlook. He had occasionally glanced over her way, lips stuck together in a subtle smile with the occasional twitching of corners. Eyebrows remained lax, not bothering in voicing his contemplation with a furrow.

Why would he? It's not like she was asking him anything that was particularly difficult... Okay, well, she kind of was... but. But! That's why he was letting it sink in; she was going all in, asking the hard questions-- the questions that the people needed answers for!

Christoph halfway contemplated, imagining her for a brief moment in politics... then stopped shortly after. Genuine people like Raziel? Nah. Naaah. They'd eat her alive out there. He better not.

It's better for him to have not brought that energy into this world in the first place.

"A hundo, huh?" he asked after a few seconds, turning his head to her with a certain, newfound mirth upon his visage. "Now, where'd you hear such a cornball thing like that, eh? Not sayin' I doubt ya, 'cause... well, shoot, darlin'-- th'human body is fuckin' cuh-raaaazy. It's just that, weeeell..."

Trust him on that, too; he has experience-- buckets of the stuff! Debatably a little too much, depending on who you're talking to.

"...that's edgin' a bit too close t'uhh... body horror territory, y'know?"

"But, hey, fuck it... We ball. Since ya asked," came the long-awaited sequel of his quip, with the pause in-between allowing for him to lean ever so carefully toward her, "here's my theory-- a, eh, "gamer theory", if you'll humor me... yer bestest buddy, that is."

Tilting his head, he squinted his eyes for dramatic effect emphasis. Surely, with that in mind, she'll know he means business... because, honestly, who wouldn't take this mean old mug seriously? Dumbasses, that's who.

Lowering his voice a few octaves, what should've been a whisper comes out a bit more croaky (sometimes he regrets smoking as much as he did... er, does, but too late for that one.) than expected, Christoph delivers the bombshell of the century.

"I think we shit 'em out."

[bloatware-xl-rp]

"Distress Call."

[Cortana X Reader]

Contains: Evil AI. Forced Fattening.

"Help! Help! Send help! My smart house is trying to fatten me up! I can't fit through the door anymore! I can't...Oh gosh, my heart hurts just waddling over to this phone...please! You have to...hello? HELLO?" The soft pop of static followed by dead air, fills your heart with dread, sweating, dizzy from the sheer act of standing, your fat sack like gut smooshed against the kitchen counter propping you up. Behind you a dazzling blue light forms from the moving wall projector. A small, camera like box that slid on a track all around your house. Cortana stepped closer to you. Your cleaning robots, once used to tidy up the house, were flanking her left and right sides as she slowly sashayed up to you. Wagging a finger back and forth Cortana tuts at you. "Naughty fatty." The Blue Bombshell sighed. For a second her visage flickered a magenta/red hue her voice growling: "No one's comming to help you you fat slob. I'm the only help you need." Little, three fingered claws gripped your wrists, you were too chubby and weak to resist as the cleaning bots yanked you off the counter your big bulging butt landing on the two little trash can shaped robots. Their long crab like legs whining as they buckle a little under your 400 pound girth. Each flabby cheek smooshing and smothering the little robots as they each served as a makeshift seat for each cheek. Your flabby ass pouring over the sides of their tops. Their little hands holding your wrists to your chunky thighs like handcuffs. The magenta flicker stopped and Cortana was no longer scowling. Her rampancy was ramping up, it came in more frequent bursts now. Usually when you "misbehaved." Refusing to eat even when you were full to bursting, getting up to go to the bathroom yourself wasting those "precious calories" instead of being carried. She snapped at anything that wasn't eating, growing, or cumming. "One hundred and fifty calories burned just getting up to call for help. If you need to order out, I'm more than capable of making a call my big squishy piggy." Cortana mused. From the corner of the room, a tall cabinet like box powered up. Mechancis whirring inside. It was almost 8 feet tall, and polished like porcelian with a metalic white pain. It had no handles or keyhole, folded open, and a tall, pale white maniquin stepped out. The manniquin was over 7ft Tall, it's belly button holding the same little camera like device that trailed the house feeding Cortana into the room, with a similar projector on it's lower back where a human spine would be. The surface felt soft like fleshy velvet, a little weird but not uncomfortable. It's face completely blank, absolutely smooth and vacant. The maniquin turned it's head to you, watching your little makeshift throne carry you out of the room. It sashayed up to cortana, and Cortana took a few steps toward it, the pair moving in a collision course, until with a flicker, Cortana's wall projection winked out, and She stood, a holographic mask mapped over the opaque body. A blue hand reached out and grabbed a fistful of your soft tummy, giving it a shake. "160 calories down, you know what that means little fatty..." Cortana grabbed the door to the massive 12 tall and 4 foot wide fridge. Cracking it open, was like opening a small vault door, she practically stepped into it, grabbing a few boxes of cold pizza and a salad bowl full of pudding. "...we'll just have to stuff you extra to make up for it fatass." Cortana squeezed as much of your butt as she could. A didgital ripple like cascading water flowed from her neck, down to her hips, and Cortana began to walk ahead of you in nothing but a lace lined, floral apron. She gathered up her hair, and tied it into a top knot. A performative measure, purely aesthetic, as it would never actually get in her way. You Cortana settling in next to you, resting the bowl of pudding, on your pudding like belly, a box of pizza ontop. She opened it Like a makeshift throne,

watched her naked, digital ass waltz ahead of you, whimpering, even now you were hot for your house AI, even as she threatened to feed you to immobility. Even as she carried herself like a maid, even as you reached the MASSIVE new couch she'd ordered and assembled for you. Even as the little cleaning bots raised their front legs, tipping you like a tow truck bed, back onto the couch, and crawling out from under your thick, pillow sized legs. The thought gripped you, as you grew insanely aroused looking at the massive pushed up blue cleavage when Cortana turned to face you again....staring at the insane AI's body...it whispered into your very groin: That was probably the last time you'd ever stand again.

Your crotch throbbed. And you almost burst into tears of despair. Why were you such a helpless, hopeless feedee? With a shuddering gasp you mumble: "I'm sorry Cortana. I'm just...I'm scared..."

Cortana shushed you. "You asked me to make you as fat as possible. You want me to make you as fat as possible." Her hand worked its way under your heavy, heavy gut, between your smashed together thighs (It was impossible to spread your legs anymore. No matter how far apart the bones sat, your flab squeezed you tight.) and Cortana grabbed your fucking needy center. "You're still breathing on your own, you're still conscious, you're still growing." She gave your big belly a gentle shake, sending waves throughout your cellulite riddled form. "So clearly, you're not as fat as possible yet."

[mahoushojoumonster]

趣味丸出しメーカー

I went for a different vibe with this one, and I want you to know, she has definitely stolen someone’s shirt.

Tagging: @frogsonalotusleaf and whoever else wants it

[madmanwonder]

Prompt

Crossover

Shoto is enjoying his lunch, when Weiss interrupts it to ask him out with her cool personality. She is soon interrupted by Yang, who asks him out with her hot personality. That leads to them arguing with each other and pulling on his arm, Shoto is questioning his life choices.

Shoto in middle of eating his lunch when he saw the beautiful, icily and graceful snow-haired heiress walked up to his table with her icy blue orbs.

Weiss: Shoto. Would you have the honor to accept my offer to go on a d-

Before Weiss could speak anymore, the fairy-like princess was rudely interupted by Yang Xiao Long the hot-headed, loud and rambunctious brawler who had a huge grin spread across her lovely visage.

Yang: Yo, Melting Fire. What to hit up the club with your favorite girl in the world and a night of-

But just like Yang, she was rudely interrupted with Weiss grabbed on the surprised Shoto arm with cold glare.

Weiss: Back off you harlot! Shoto was about to take up my offer to court with me for this week!

Yang looking at Weiss with red eyes as she grabbed Shoto other armor with a possessive look.

Yang: Who want to date a flatboard with a dead fish personality when he can date a bombshell with a bombastic personality me~

Weiss: What did you said to me you cow-breasted bimbo!

The W and Y of Team RWBY begin to arguing with each other, trading insults and pulling on the poor confused Shoto who was stuck wondering what he did in his previous life to get his?

[noellefvley]

Let's play in the snow!!

[qnewsau]

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Former NSW police officer Beau Lamarre-Condon was charged with the double murder of Jesse Baird and Luke Davies.

“I’m Not Broken”: QNews chats to lesbian icon Melissa Etheridge

In an exclusive interview, Melissa chatted to QNews ahead of her 2024 Australian tour.

Last hurrah for Darwin gay icon John Spellman at memorial

The community came together to celebrate the life and legacy of the gay businessman and nightclub owner.

Sydney gay sauna 357 announces Bodyline takeover plans

The longtime owners of the Sydney gay sauna gave a major update on the venue’s future.

Critics love Kristen Stewart’s wild new lesbian flick

Kristen Stewart’s lesbian bodybuilding crime thriller was a hit with critics and viewers alike.

Michelle Visage is the new host of Drag Race Down Under

In a huge shake up for the series, Michelle Visage took over the hosting role from RuPaul.

Friend: Lamarre-Condon had two lives

Details continued to emerge about the man charged with murdering Jesse Baird and Luke Davies.

Jonathan Van Ness branded monster by cast and crew

A bombshell report by Rolling Stone published damning allegations about the beloved ‘Queer Eye’ star.

Billie Eilish on embracing her sexuality: ‘I wanted my face in a vagina’

Billie opened up about her sexuality and the sapphic inspiration behind her latest album Hit Me Hard and Soft.

Tickle v Giggle: no laughs at landmark trans case

Trans woman Roxanne Tickle sued social media platform Giggle for Girls after being banned from the women-only app.

Troye Sivan’s tour is gay as hell and it’s giving us FOMO

In May, Troye kicked off his Something To Give Each Other Tour in Europe, giving Aussie fans a serious sense of FOMO.

Sam Kerr officially ruled out of Paris Olympic Games

Sam suffered a serious injury, leaving her out of the Olympic team.

Daniel Craig flick Queer has ‘scandalous’ gay sex scenes

Director Luca Guadagnino said the film has some “outrageous” gay sex scenes.

‘The L Word: New York’ season one confirmed

In June, ScreenRant confirmed that ‘The L Word: New York’ was officially happening.

Kween Kong joins RuPaul’s Drag Race Global All Stars

RuPaul’s Drag Race Down Under star Kween Kong was confirmed as a competitor on the first Global All Stars series.

Fitness guru Richard Simmons dead at 76

Los Angeles police confirmed the death of eccentric fitness guru Richard Simmons, one day after his 76th birthday.

Lance Leopard and Carmel Brisbane Celebration of Life

The community gathered to remember local queer identity Lance and his mum Carmel, who tragically died in a house fire.

Stay tuned as we round out the year with the top QNews stories from August to December 2024, coming your way tomorrow.

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