#Navi belladonna

[lazlolemurs]

Drawings I think didnt really Need their own post so I’m putting them next to here :) the doodles are a part of a “what if this oc didn’t have a major life event happen to them” sort of character design idea. I hope to make full illustrations of them at some point :-)

had some time to do unwind sketches after baking :-) this guy has been my muse lately haha sorry for the spam of him

[therealmofamorus]

Ask

Original Male Stud College- Art Teacher & History Teacher AU

Is this actually the new "mandatory school uniform" that Professor Navy and Professor Taupe is making Velvet and Blake wear? Why did you decide that only they have to wear these? And how do the two feel about the new outfits that they have to wear?

Blake: *Blushing* There's no way this is mandatory!

Velvet: *Dying from Embarrassment*

X—xx—X

Navy: Why the hell not~?

Taupe: *Licking her lips like a predator*

[foxzai]

Happy Birthday,

My Love

Note: I'm making this story for the love of my life, Osamu Dazai. It's his birthday today and I can still remember the first time I fell in love with him. Anyway, this story is gonna be about the reader making breakfast for Dazai and giving him a surprise. Happy Birthday Osamu Dazai!

You were cuddling up to your boyfriend, Osamu Dazai. You and Dazai were sleeping peacefully. You were laying your head on his chest and wrapping your arm around his waist while, he had his arm wrapped tightly around you. You were happily content until you felt the Sun hit your face through the window, indicating it was morning. You slipped out of your boyfriend's arm, so you could make him his birthday breakfast since it was Dazai's birthday. You grabbed your navy blue robe that Dazai got for you and put it on as you walked into the kitchen. You wanted to make a heart-shaped pancake and some bacon for him. You grabbed two pans out from the cabinet. You turned on the stove and put the pans on it before you went to grab the bacon and pancake batter. You placed the bacon on one pan and poured the pancake batter in a heart shape on the other pan. The smell of bacon and pancakes cooking wafted through the house waking up Dazai. Dazai woke up, missing you from the bed but, smells delicious food cooking and immediately smiled, knowing you were cooking for him. Dazai put on his matching navy blue robe but left it open because he knew you liked looking at his toned muscular chest. Dazai walked into the kitchen and stealthily sneaked up behind you as he wrapped his arms around your waist and left kisses on your neck. You moaned softly, as he was kissing your sweet spot. Dazai chuckled softly hearing your moan and said, "So rude of you Bella, to leave me in bed alone." You kept your eyes on the food so it wouldn't burn as he continued to kiss your neck. You whimpered from the pleasure of his kissing and replied, "Please, Baby, I'm trying to make you breakfast." You heard Dazai sigh and stop kissing your neck before he said, "I suppose I can stop for a little while." Dazai walks over to the table in the kitchen and sits down as he watches you cook. You grab two plates and put some bacon on both of them before putting a pancake on both plates. You place butter on both pancakes and place the plates on the table, giving Dazai the plate with the heart-shaped pancake. You go to grab the syrup and fill two cups of orange juice, bringing that to the table before sitting down. Dazai blushes slightly when he sees the heart-shaped pancake and he utters, "Belladonna, this is so beautiful, just like you. I'm so lucky to have you." I blush slightly as well at his compliment and reply, "You are so sweet, Baby. It's all for you. Enjoy your breakfast." Dazai and you start eating the breakfast you made, you both enjoying the food. When you both finish the food, you get up from the table and walk over to him, placing a kiss on his cheek before you say to him, "Now, that we finished, I wanna give you your birthday gift." Dazai's eyebrows rise in interest and responds, "How sweet. You got something for me." You nodded your head and went to the room to get his birthday gift, which was hidden in the closet. You walk back in and give Dazai the two gift bags to him. Dazai saw one gift bag was smaller than the other and opened that one first. You heard Dazai gasp when he pulled out multiple cans of his favorite cans of crab. Dazai got excited to see what was in the bigger gift bag and immediately went to see what was in it. Dazai pulled out 3 bottles of liquor, One was his favorite wine, the second was his favorite sake, and the last was his favorite whiskey. You heard Dazai gasp at the surprise you got for him and he said, "Bella, you got all of my favorites." You walked over to him and sat on his lap wrapping your arms around his neck before placing your lips on his in a gentle and passionate kiss that showed your love for him. Dazai immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he returned the kiss. After a few minutes of kissing him, you pull away and smile brightly at him as you exclaim happily, "Happy Birthday, My Love! I love you!"

Happy Birthday Osamu Dazai! I will always love you! I hope everyone had a good Dazai Day!

[chiliyue-archived]

Joie De Vivre

↬ domestic morning blurb thing

Includes; Dazai

Entry; 🥞 - lazy Sunday morning

Tags; lovesick Dazai !! im it's #1 fan

[Event Navi | M.list] | [Bsd M.list] ♡

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Sleepy brown eyes settled over you; glazed in a warmth unmatched to the sunlight that bid its welcome through the windows crevas. Unbeknownst to you, a placid candor became graced upon Dazai's features, cheeks stretching the further he indulged in his shameless stupor.

The leaking golds of sun cascaded over your figure, light dust particles meandering around. It was akin to the stirring that became pervasive in his chest, heightened by the snores and light murmuring you emmited. Its tone was mellifluous to his ears even when laced in a raspy undertone or simply muttering puerile phrases.

The scene felt entirely picturesque and it was astonishing even now for the burnette to be bestowed with an interlude as addicting as this.

" Belladonna~"

A pair of bandaged limbs and abrasive fingertips curved along your arm, random circles and patterns traced— the wake of his touch diffused a tincture of sentiments left unspoken on the tip of his tongue. His eyes were more than telling, however, the dilation showcasing his keen attention to you even during such leisurely hours.

His gaze would ultimately softened admist your presence, and it was almost hard to believe he was the object of manys affections and a flirt; internally, he had always became stupefied, hearts aglow where his pupils should be when it came to you.

Inquiry over his devotion never dwindled too long - the answer was evident in his ministrations and physical stature. For someone who exhibits lax behavior, he notably straightens and beams a pair of pearly whites when he catches your silhouette. His stride is all but eager, smothering you a deluge of affections that did nothing to satiate his ardor.

Exultation always felt like a brevity to Dazai and yet it seemed universal when you were just within arms reach. Even in the rare taciturnity of passing moments, it was deterred by the grin pasted on him that gave way to his festering emotions. He always regarded himself as a reserved individual, and yet it was nearly painful how his emotions threatened to seep into his demaneor at this moment.

As though feeling his intense lingering gaze, you peeked an eye open, greeted by the benign other. He could feel his pulse hasten, momentarily lapsing from his meticulous control as you fluttered your eyes at him.

" Good morning, 'Samu."

The corner of his eyes wrinkled almost by impulse, empathized by a wave so strong, he struggled to contain himself. A dainty finger reached out to mindlessly trail around your face, curling your bangs and strands around the digit. Meanwhile, his eyes trailed south to your hand, and he couldn't stop the pronounced twitch that made his lips arcuate.

A ring. A gift only appropriate for you.

The small metallic band rested on your finger, its prescence accentuated wordlessly. Its resplendent surface gleamed and reflected against the intruding rays, meeting his awestruck gaze. It almost fascinated him how a small jewel could betoken the significance of his purdurable cherishes. And just looking at it made him feel more alive.

His own finger mirrored a similar piece, but he was far more beguile seeing it on your finger - knowing he was responsible for placing the object into its proper orientation.

He was thoroughly devoted to you even when he struggled to voice it outloud. But the inability became increasingly marred and exposed a vulnerability only evident to your eyes.

Then again, the depth of his emotions were abundant and the jewel was just a testament of that ceaseless infatuation. Not enough orchestrating, sweet nothings or offerings can properly allude to the accumulation that harbors within his previously wilted chest cavity.

Consider him captivated, entranced, bewitched - through and through wrapped around the finger that housed the representation of his joie de virvre.

Dazai's grin remained intact as his thumb continued to work along the edges of your face - the veracity behind the lineaments palpable.

" Good morning, my love."

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A/n; srry for 2 dazai in a row, the brainrot was too powerful 😒 I hope this isn't too ooc...

Joie de vivre means - joy of living btw !!

I believe in lovesick dazai and rings have been stuck in my head all night. I wrote this before going to sleep hueueue

Taglist; @eynnwwyjth @anqelically @seisitive @iheartpieck @seiiblue @himebwrries

^ if you want to be added let me knowww

[elfboyeros]

You're Mine

I never thought I would venture into Wilhelm’s turning backstory, but the brain be braining lol because @beelucidity wanted angst so I tried my best.

More vampire lovelies here | You’re My Husband

“Beloved…”

Her voice sounds like how satin and silk feel.

“My swan~”

She’s a version, wearing a red form-fitting long casual dress. Her hair is long and straight, not fitting with the current time period’s beehives and sleek updos. Her bright dark red lips greet him with a smile.

“Are you okay?” asks Belladonna.

Wilhelm reaches for her as she approaches, “I’m fine, just need some air.”

Belladonna hums with a cocked eyebrow, he is very aware that she doesn’t fully believe him as he kisses her knuckles, “I promise you, I’m alright,” he reassures before wrapping an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.

Outside a beautiful large Swiss home, owned by a vampiric friend of the Con Vester’s one. Rare for the two of them to have any true friends of the same species truly because of the women. Dita Meier, the human wife of Elmo Meier (An older acquaintance of Wilhelm’s) quite liked Belladonna upon meeting her for the first time, right after the human woman had married her Vampiric paramour. So, Belladonna and Wilhelm were invited to see the young baby when the couple had children.

“Would you like to leave?” Asks Belladonna.

Wilhelm shakes his head, “You are enjoying yourself, take all the time you want to.”

“You just don’t seem like you are enjoying yourself.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle, “I mean there is a reason why Elmo and I were acquaintances before our wives came along.”

“Oh?”

“Elmo likes the finest of things, I do not,” Wilhelm states, “He said years ago that I would enjoy life a lot more if I would stop working and just have a good drink, or at least I think that’s what he said… he was inebriated at the time”

Belladonna giggles, “The day you stop wanting to work on something is going to scare me.”

“Then I shall intend to not scare you, swan,” he remarks kissing her forehead, “I enjoy Elmo’s company, however his drunken company…. I enjoy a bit less.”

“And of course, the women here are not keen on having a very large man in the corner staring at the newborns,�� Belladonna adds.

“My swan, I would be staring at you.” She smiles looking up at him, the loving and sincere look on his face, saying more than words ever could. His lips were fashioned with a soft smile as he pressed his forehead to hers. “If we are in any room together, I am staring at you.”

“MRS. BELLADONNA!”

The sounds of feminine screaking interpreted any tender moment the two of them were having, a young girl stood in the doorway out to the garden the vampires were standing attempting to catch her breath.

“Mrs. Belladonna… we need your help! Dita is attempting to put the babies down and Abraham is being fussy. We have all tried to help but—”

Belladonna looks to Wilhelm, who smiles and nods before kissing her lips and letting her go. While she runs off with the young woman, Wilhelm leaves the garden as well, intending to return to Elmo's study. He stops in the hallway, peering into the drawing room, and sees his wife with the baby Abraham in her arms as every woman in the room was mesmerized by Belladonna’s ability to calm the baby. He no longer cries, soothed by Belladonna’s rocking, swaying, and cooing.

She looked so beautiful… he wished it was his child she was holding.

“Wilhelm, baby!”

The sultry deep feminine voice makes him freeze in place, looking down the hallway his eyes meet hers.

A woman, with curly short blonde hair, and pale skin, wearing an extravagant dark navy dress. She holds a smirk, across her horribly chapped lips as she approaches Wilhelm with her dark stony eyes staring into his soul. She appears as if she has recently been in a fight, rouging on her under her eyes, cheeks, chin, and nose trying to cover up the yellow healing color of her skin.

“It’s been ages,” she chuckles.

There is an indescribable rage that fills his body. The type of rage that seems to cut his vocal cords and prevents him from speaking. There is an overwhelming desire not to be here filling his core. He can see her mouth moving however there is a ringing in his ear that prevents him from hearing any outside noise.

“Wilhelm?”

Yet there is her.

“Who is—” Belladonna places a hand on Wilhelm’s back immediately feeling how stiff he is, “Beloved, are you—”

“Beloved? Have you found yourself a little girl to play with?”

Belladonna looks at the vampiric woman in front of her with narrow eyes, “I’m 83.”

The woman scoffed, “Baby…”

“Ernestine,” Wilhelm says with gritted teeth.

Ernestine chuckles after Wilhelm says her name, and Belladonna’s eyes widen. “Oh, come on, baby. Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“You!” Belladonna gasps.

Ernestine smirks at Belladonna, however, behind her eyes there is a rage, an anger, at Belladonna’s presence. “So, he told you about me?”

“He did,” Belladonna replies if her gaze could kill Ernestine would no longer be standing.

Wilhelm can hear the anger in Belladonna’s voice, he wraps an arm around her waist to prevent her from leaving his side. The last thing he wanted was for her to get into a physical fight with Ernestine if he could he’d just fucking leave, but it feels like he is fused to the floor.

Ernestine giggles at Belladonna’s reply, “What kind of lies did he tell you, mhm?”

“His turning resulted from your want to have yet another man to control.”

“Mhm, and why is that?”

“All because he wanted nothing to do with you,” Belladonna answered rather crassly.

Of course, it’s deeper than that, Wilhelm turning was a result of Ernestine wanting to grow a little cult of men she could always have take care of her and fuck her whatever she wanted. However, obviously, it didn’t turn out that way. It left Wilhelm mentally scarred for his entire life and his hair permanently white.

Ernestine scoffs at Belladonna’s response, “He told you nothing then.”

“I know that you meet at an Inn. You were a waitress, he was doing carpenter work nearby, you wanted to have sex with him, he turned you each time you propositioned him as a way to get your revenge you violently turned him into a vampire and—”

“Violently,” Ernestine scoffs, “All it did was turn his hair that awful white color.”

She attempts to reach for him, but Wilhelm grabs her wrist squeezing it in his grasp trying to break her bones, “You’ve gotten strong,” she remarks, “I can understand why she likes you so.” She tilts her head trying to study him behind his angry expression, “Do you ever think about me being her.”

There is silence as Wilhelm lets go of her wrist, “You are always the one I liked the most,” she mentions, “I really wish you would have stayed it would have been so amazing if we—" Ernestine continued to ramble on a fictional life they could have had if Wilhelm had given and just stay with her. Speaking of marriage and children, things Wilhelm had wanted for ages of course, not with her. Completely absorbed in the sound of her voice she is oblivious to him holding Belladonna closer, his arm tightening around her waist as if she is his mental anchor.

And Belladonna is no better she is fuming, she is angry, and she’d much rather be back at home instead of being in an unfamiliar country in front of a sardonic woman she wanted to kill with her bare hands.

“—Here you are with such a young girl—”

“Enough,” He mutters.

Ernestine lets out a little laugh, as Wilhelm walks past her with a tight arm around Belladonna, “You’ll never be rid of me, baby, you’ll always be mine!” she calls.

Down the porch steps and out to their vehicle, Wilhelm grips the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white, “I’m sorry—”

“Don’t do that,” Belladonna mutters reaching for one of his hands, “Beloved, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

Sitting close to him thanks to the bench seat, he let go of the steering wheel dropping his head to the wheel, “It’s okay, Beloved, I’m right here,” Belladonna cooed a hand rubbing his back as his rests against the leather of the steering wheel.

“I’m sorry that—”

“Stop,” she replies, “you’re not at fault.”

“I never wanted you to meet her.”

“Will I did,” she scoffs with a laugh.

“I—”

“Wilhelm stop,” Belladonna huffs, fingers under his chin getting him to look at her, “We have been married for 63 years. Nothing is going to make me leave you, not vampiric society, not the things you have done, and not some crazy old bitch’s fantasies about you.”

He hums, kissing her forehead, “Thank you, my swan.”

She scoots back to give him enough room to drive comfortably before he starts up the car and drives off. After tossing her heels off her feet slid onto his lap once they were comfortably on the road, where he dropped an arm from the steering wheel and began rubbing circles into her ankle with his thumb.

“You’re mine,” Belladonna comments after minutes of comfortable silence.

“You say that as if I’m not,” Wilhelm remarks a small smirk crossing his lips.

“I just wanted to make sure you knew.”

“I’m always yours, Belladonna, just as much as you are always mine.”

“Damn right,” Belladonna mutters getting Wilhelm to look over at her with a smile making her giggle.

[crowrave]

More facts about the Cains! Hope you enjoy!

Crown:

Is quite close with Commodore Kai. Has even been known to take bribes from him to do sketchy things. However, if he believes that the action is too far, or is something that Edward would not like, he’ll deny the offer.

Hoards gems and has a whole chest full of them in his office. The crew likes to joke that he’s a dragon in human form. He doesn’t even use the gems that often, he just likes the shine and glow of them.

Goes to the Palo Town executions as a ‘treat’ or ‘entertainment’ after a long day of work. On very rare occasions, they may bring their crew along with them to watch. However, their seafarers don’t seem to enjoy watching someone die as much as he does.

Has been known to break into Whitesummit and exterminate all the assassins there. However, he always leaves the small crooks alone. Only goes after Assassin Syndicate members.

Connors:

Isn’t all too comfortable about the idea of having his parents looking for him since he doesn’t even remember anything about them. Holds onto the heirloom necklace despite this.

Is weary of the Grand Navy. He knows that Commodore Kai hides secrets and the files that hold his previous life’s time as a Vice Captain. Sometimes, he purposefully gets himself caught and jailed just so he can talk to the man.

Visits Tucker’s grave every now and again despite not knowing who he was. They always leave some Lifebloom flowers and some cooked fish at his headstone. They always leave before anyone can see them do it, however.

If one were to go into his office late at night, they may catch him eating gems. His jaw is strong enough to easily crush bones, and his favorite so far has been those of the Greenwish Cult. He also loves the taste of Tanzanite, it’s his favorite gem to eat.

Crest:

When it comes to working under pressure, Crest is the best at it. You could tell him that all of the Gods of Olympus would die if he didn’t somehow exterminate all Giant White Eyes, eradicate the Dark Sea, and destroy all Sea Curses; and he would do it in 24 hours flat.

He is notorious amongst the Grand Navy for his unassuming figure; luring them in to seem like an easy target, before crushing them mercilessly without so much as a flick of the finger, or a drop of sweat on his face.

He adores shiny gems, and will often incorporate them into anything he owns; ships, armor, weapons, you name it, there’s a gem somewhere on it. He even has King Calvus’ crown that he stole shortly after killing him.

His favorite flowers are Belladonnas, and he’ll often feed them to those whom he ‘loves’ most :)

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @mk-writes-stuff!

Rewrite Tag

My line: Belladonna seated herself at the table in her place – at the end – just as Cassiopeia strode across the room on Septimus’s arm. She looked stunning, Belladonna had to admit – her vivid blonde hair was done in a fancy, intricate updo, and she wore a long blue gown with detailed gold embroidery. Septimus was staring at her with obvious adoration in his eyes as the two of them walked together.

Cassiopeia always had an elegant grace to her, and tonight was no exception – she was slender and beautiful, with a perfect face and sharp features. She was everything Belladonna wanted to be, her beautiful, mismatched eyes glinting with incisive amusement and her tasteful makeup highlighting her elegant appearance. She was… stunning. It took Belladonna a few seconds too long to tear her eyes off of Cassiopeia, and by that time Cassiopeia had noticed her.

My rewrite: Belladonna had just found her seat at the end of the table when Cassiopeia made her appearance. It was as if the room suddenly experienced its own private dawn. Her golden hair was done up with impeccable style, while her navy gown sparkled with starry embroidery. Septimus, for all his importance, seemed like a simple accessory hanging off her arm. He stared into her eyes with an undeniable ardor.

As always, Cassiopeia walked with faultless grace. All of her angles, her proportions, seemed exactly right - as sharp and slim as a stiletto blade. That was the sort of image Belladonna yearned for. Maybe if she was disciplined enough, strong enough, she could come close. It wasn't until Cassiopeia's mismatched eyes flicked her way that Belladonna realized she'd been staring.

Your line: Suddenly, but gently, the memory of a great plaza trickled into Izjik’s mind, filled with hundreds of dancing people, their skin and hair shining with all the colors of Illaros. A vast, tile mosaic covered the floor and the dancing people followed its geometric lines. Above, the vaulted ceiling was painted with swirling, spiraling rays of sunlight and though the space was indoors, potted palms swayed with artificial wind.

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I'll tag @albatris @chaotictravelerrants @frostedlemonwriter @somethingclevermahogony and anyone else who wants in :)

[rose-of-oz]

cute character questions + bellatrix — @xoteajays

Thank you so much for this, TJ!! Also gonna tag my other One Piece babes @auxiliarydetective, @supermarine-silvally, and @oneirataxia-girl!! <3

the basics:

name: morvant bellatrix. age: thirty-four years old. zodiac sign: virgo. one good trait: her determination. one bad trait: her ruthlessness.

habits:

one bad habit: manipulating everyone she interacts with. one good habit: always being on time for things. one habit they can’t break: viewing every new person as a potential threat. one they’ve broken: lashing out when angry. what they’re afraid of: death, drowning, fire.

family:

their parents’ names: unknown birth parents, morvant hana (adoptive mother, deceased), morvant isamu (adoptive father, deceased). their siblings’ names: n/a. favorite childhood memory: one of the only times her adoptive mother ever hugged her, after she had sprained her ankle while training at ten years old. favorite childhood toy: she didn’t really have any “toys” that weren’t weapons. embarrassing story: right after her first kill at twelve years old, she burst into tears and threw up all over herself; a completely normal reaction, but she’s embarrassed by it now. favorite family member: she absolutely does not have one. a story about that family member: n/a.

what they prefer:

coffee or tea?: coffee. showering in the day or night?: day. taking baths or taking showers?: baths. tv or movies?: tv. writing or reading?: reading. platonic or romantic love?: romantic. iced tea or lemonade?: iced tea. ice cream or smoothies?: smoothies. cupcakes or cake?: cake. beach or mountains?: beach.

favorites:

song: “seven nation army” by zella day. band: florence + the machine. outfit: her navy blue blouse-slacks-coat combo that she often wears to meetings she deems as important. place: the prow of her ship, the belladonna. memory: the first time she met mihawk. person: dracule mihawk. movie: death becomes her. show: how to get away with murder.

send me an oc!!

[whumpily-ever-after]

Dude, do I have a whumpy book for you Just finished it today It’s called The Gentlemen’s Guide to Vice and Virtue It’s a historical adventure with romance (except alchemy also works?) Spoiler warning for the whole story Basically this rakish eighteen year old son of an earl is going on The Grand Tour as rich Europeans did back then with his best friend, who he is in love with and pines for for a majority of the book, and his sister who they initially intend to drop off at a finishing school This all goes to hell when an impulsive decision leads to him stealing a macguffin from a duke that leads to a massive manhunt for him and his companions So this of course leads to all the whump that comes with being on the run, there’s a part where someone puts belladonna in his system which makes him almost death-like and his friends are extremely worried for him They stowaway on a ship that gets taken over by pirates and are taken hostage until they actually get on good terms with the pirates when they help the French navy from arresting them THEN the duke catches the main character when he doesn’t have the macguffin on him and the duke sets up an exchange for it with the mc as a hostage - gun on the temple style In some ensuing chaos later in this scene he gets his ear partially shot off! He’s in shock and it’s all great as his friend is trying to get his unmoving self out of an underwater catacomb that’s collapsing on them (oh yeah, they’re in underwater catacombs) His whole ear has to get cut off Now there is some stuff that could make someone uncomfy rather than the usual hurt/comfort we usually enjoy such as a scene that really goes into the physical abuse the mc suffered at the hands of his father, the friend character’s family planning on putting him in an asylum because of his epilepsy and the racism this friend experiences because he is dark skinned But yeah, I didn’t pick this up intending to find lots of whump but rather happily stumbled upon it

You definitely sold the whump for this book anon! I have read this one before but I honestly forgot about all the whump. Thanks for the recommendation! You should check this out if you’re looking for some new whumpy books.

[shadeops21]

Ruby Team

9th Fighter Squadron, 2nd Air Division of the Royal Valean Air Force.

While the unit's name predated her transfer into the squadron, it is certain that the impact that Flight Lieutenant Ruby Rose had during the unit's involvement during the Second Great War has etched both her name and her unit's into the history book.

It was observed through the latter stages of the war that her mere presence in an airspace or over a battlefield directly affected the morale of all involved, either for the good or bad.

"That jet; we called it the Burning Rose, for the flames it left behind were akin to falling petals." - Separatist Atlesian POW

(Rafale M of the RVAF's 9th FS, serial 0148-011, dubbed "Crescent Rose")

Originally based out of Beacon AFB, located just outside of Vale's capital district, the 9th FS specialized in precision ground attack and tactical strike operations. Trained for interdiction, tactical bombing, precision and maritime strike, as well as the capability to self-escort to and from a target area, these pilots were renowned for their accuracy and tenacity.

However as the Second Great War progressed, Ruby Team found themselves at the spearhead of offensive and defensive operations across the theater of war. Ruby Team were also only one of the few from a handful of squadrons across both the Royal Valean Air Force and Royal Valean Navy's Maritime Air Arm to escape the fall of Vale to friendly territories.

"I swear, you could hear the confidence of the troops skyrocket when those four were seen overhead. You could be on your last magazine, but hearing those four sets of engines made you feel you could take on an entire armoured column." - Valean Army 'Hunter' operator.

(Rafale M of the 9th FS, flown by FLTLT Weiss 'Ice Queen' Schnee. Ruby Team's #2)

Few actually know of the four pilots of Ruby Team beyond their names, ranks, and posting at the time of the Second Great War. Part of that was attributed to the loss of records as a result of the Fall of Vale, but anecdotal stories from allies and onlookers alike show that whilst not aloof the members of Ruby Team did tend to stay out of the limelight and out of view whenever they were on the ground between missions.

One common trait was clear though, remaining consistent regardless of whoever was interviewed about their encounters with the Burning Rose:

She inspired others with little more than a smile and a 'follow me'.

"If you were on the same [frequency] as them, you wouldn't have known it. They were at the level where merely a few words needed to be exchanged before each pilot moved to act. It was as if they had telepathy or something. And to watch them fly was just awe-inspiring." - Senior Lieutenant Wukong, 10th Fighter Squadron of the Mistral Aerospace Forces

(Rafale M 0240-009, "Gambol Shroud". Flown by Ruby Team element leader, FLGOFF Belladonna)

Many theorised over the factors and reasons why Ruby Team performed as well as they did during the course of the war. They weren't the only squadron to have considerable impact on the war and it's progress, with many successful operations attributed to other units that formed up the Remnant Strategic Allied Forces (RSAF).

One key attribute that some have indicated may have been a factor was their composition of pilots: a young Valean prodigy born from renowned ace pilots; the daughter and prospective heiress of one of the largest mega-corporations on Remnant; a reformed activist looking to right wrongs done in the past; and a free-spirited yet loyal daredevil who never gave up even in the worst of odds.

"Ruby Team saved our lives, both personally and collectively. When things were at their darkest, they were the ones who said 'Fuck that, we aren't dying here. Let's go.' And I think that was what did it for everyone, once you cut out all the other bullshit." - FLTLT Arc, "Juniper" Team flight lead, 11th Fighter Squadron, 2nd Air Division, RVAF.

(Rafale M 0122-009, flown by Ruby Team #4, FLGOFF Xiao Long.)

Regardless of the anecdotes, the stories, and the varying pieces of news reporting from all sides of the conflict, it is undeniable that if it weren't for the efforts of Ruby Team, there may very well not be a Remnant left to live on.

Yet, despite their impact, once the fires were extinguished and cities were rebuilt, nary a trace of the The Four Beacons could be found. I personally would not blame them; they've more than earned their peace and quiet.

I just hope that their rest is not disturbed by another conflict.

Excerpts taken from "The Beacons, The Rose, and the Second Great War - An Account of the War from the tip of the spear", written by Oscar Pine.

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Yeah, back on my crossover bullshit. Working on a whole series of skins of different aircraft and squadrons as "what if's" - Namely, what if RWBY was set in a world like Ace Combat.

Squadrons tend to follow matching paint schemes, and I also didn't want to give Ruby and her team a uber-distinctive and unoriginal livery like full black and red or something like that. I've kinda pulled inspiration from different Ace Combat titles and liveries of primary and secondary characters. It may not be visible on the renders above, but each aircraft has a personal touch, apart from the character's respective emblems located behind the cockpit:

Ruby: cursive "Crescent Rose" in red written below the cockpit in front of the right intake.

Weiss: a red arrowhead/dagger shape representative of her scar.

Blake: has the two lines seen on Gambol Shroud running along the spine of her aircraft from nosecone to tailfin

Yang: pin-up girl silhouette with the words "Ember Celica" flanking on either side, lower left nose in front of the intake.

I have an entire word doc with an order of battle drafted up, assigning each team of students and hunters to squadrons from specific air forces. I may post this up later if there's significant interest...

Anyway, thanks for getting to this point. Long post and different from the usual programming. Still fun to do this though!

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

I wanna know abt love don’t know how to rest helloooooo

Oh of course you do :3c Deliladonna senses tingling eh? Take the dialogue with a grain of salt because I haven’t gotten to rewatch the recording to make sure it’s what was actually said and I’m going off of memory :3

Moonlight streamed through the five-pointed window, casting half of the bedroom in cool silver-white light, while the other half was painted a striking gold by the softly roaring fire in the hearth. A thick, downy comforter of navy blue covered the massive bed, big enough to share with space to spare–but they had an inkling that space would be unnecessary, finding herself carefully entwined in Belladonna’s arms more nights than not.

Something else caught her eye, the sheen of polished wood and the glint of steel strings stirring a sense of excitement in her chest. Delilah tapped Belladonna’s shoulder–careful not to think too hard about the tenderness of her own gesture, when most would receive a rough but affectionate elbow instead–and pointed out the guitar.

Belladonna followed the gesture, a far too gentle smile gracing their scaley face.

“You, uh,” Delilah murmured, her mouth suddenly dry and full of cotton. “You wanna play a song?”

The dragonborn didn’t pause a moment, an affectionate chuff escaping their chest.

Delilah scrambled onto the bed, eyes sparkling with excitement and completely glued to the burly cleric before her. Belladonna picked up the guitar, pulled something–a pick, she realized–from the bag, and then rested in the lounge chair, adjusting until the instrument was held comfortably in their grip. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she waited for Belladonna to strum a few notes before tuning the guitar.

Belladonna’s shoulders shook as she took a deep breath. Delilah swore for a moment that there were tears glittering in those sapphire eyes she adored, and for a moment, a pang of regret hit her square in the chest–but Belladonna quickly blinked the tears away and their trembling hand steadied–

And then she began to play.

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Who are your OCs?

Team KRML Of Haven Academy

Leader's Name: Meliny Kopper

Species: Snake Faunus - Heat Pits Trait. Blends in with Freckles

Skin Tone: Dark Brown

Body Type: almost Ballerina-esque, very thin and smooth. Yellow-Orange eyes. 5'7"

Hair: Black-Brown, Yellow highlights. Braided.

Clothing: (Vol 1) A knee length Yellow skirt, leggings, a basic pair of Sneakers, and a short sleeved white shirt.

Weapons: A large amount of Throwing Knives (Fangs) that link into a whip (Viper), and a Bat that open and unfolds to reveal a 3 barreled 4-Gauge Shotgun (Slugger). Meliny can decide on whether all three barrels fire at once or not.

Personality: Quiet, but friendly and helpful. Very perceptive and prefers to face problems indirectly, and focuses on smaller targets before bringing down the big guys.

Semblance: N/A

Home Kingdom: Menagerie

Family: A Mom, Two Dads, and a younger sibling on the way. Personally knows the Belladonna Family.

Status: Average Citizen/No major Connections (that are Known)

Emblem: A Snake eating it's own tail, it's head is Copper colored, while it's tail a blue-green. It surrounds a Fruit Tree.

Inspiration: The Name Meliny is Derived from Melinoe, a Greek Nymph, the daughter of Persephone and Zeus, and Melinoe is likely derived from Greek for Yellow, which is connected to a mildly toxic Yellow fruit from Greece. Kopper comes from CopperHead Snakes, commonly found in eastern North America.

(Meliny is the Least Polished of the OC's. Still kinda figuring her out.)

~~~~~ Name: Remington "Remi" Umber

Species: Human

Skin: White. Not pale, just. White. He gets more tan as time progresses.

Body type: If he were and Animal, He'd be a Least Weasel. Scrawny, and thin, but like. No fat, all meat. stronger than he looks. Brown Eyes. 5'1"

Hair: Short and Brown. Gets messy over the course of the series.

Clothing: A white/Gray pinstriped long sleeve shirt, with somewhat poofy sleeves (Imagine a Wild-West Barber or Store Clerk), a pair of dark Khaki pants, and a set of clean work boots.

Weapons: A set of Hatchet-Big Frame Revolvers, one is Levy, the other is Dividend. Dividend gets replaced by a Threaded Cane after the Fall of Beacon, named Bounty.

Personality: Angry. In the beginning he refuses to process his emotions and chooses to get angry over everything. Once he starts getting healthier, and his true colors shine, He's still very loud, and a little abrasive, but willing to laugh and smile. But no Matter what, he always, Always makes sure people know they aren't alone, and never, Ever gives sarcastic compliments.

Semblance: Marked, where he attaches a bit of his soul to a target and is able to track them until the target's aura breaks or the target dies (If Attached to a Grimm)

Home Kingdom: Technically Mistral, spent most of his life in Atlas.

Family: Mother (Deceased) and his Father.

Status: Heir to the Amber-Oak Weapons and Parts Manufactory, the number-One Producer of weaponry and Specialized Parts. Favored among Huntsman and the Atlas military

Emblem: a generic Rifle Round, set in front of a Revolver's Cylinder.

Inspiration: Remington, a Firearms and Muntions company, and Umber from Brown, for the Browning Arms Company. While it becomes more evident as time goes on, he is based off of the Wild West as well.

(He is the most fleshed out of the Team.)

~~~~~

Name: Marigold "Mari" Féasóg

Species: Human

Skin: White. A little pasty, TBH.

Body Type: Built like a truck. Very Rectangular build, and the Second Strongest of her Team. She has a fair amount of fat on her gut, but her arm and Back Muscles are not obscured by that. Chunky. She wears brown contacts, but her natural Eye Color is Silver. 5'5"

Hair: Brown, thick curls, about Mid-Back. Loose.

Clothing: A black, leather, tricorn hat with gold trim, Navy Blue overcoat, dark Brown Pants, and a set of dark boots.

Weapons: A Buckler (Unnamed), and a SubMachine-Gun/Jack Cutlass named Bend.

Personality: Very earnest and Compassionate, as well as smug and loves puns, but is easy to peer pressure in to bad situations due her her often lacking foresight.

Semblance: Heading allows her to "Charge" a dash, and launch herself in a single direction with great force, depending on how long she charge for. She must launch off of something, or someone.

Home Kingdom: Technically not a citizen anywhere, but lived in/around Vacuo.

Family: Father (Missing, presumed dead), Mother, One older sister, one younger half-Brother.

Status: Second Daughter of a major group of Pirate/Privateers. All her family are wanted criminals.

Emblem: (I Haven't decided. Either a Sun on the horizon of an ocean, or a Wave cresting over itself.)

Inspiration: Marigold, From Mary Read, a famous Irish pirate known for sailing in the Caribbean. Féasóg, Irish for Beard, as in BlackBeard. 

~~~~~

Name: Wilhelm Licorice

Species: Otter Faunus - Long Tail.

Skin: Tan, sort of a dark olive?

Body Type: The phrase "Brick Shithouse" Doesn't Cover it. This man is a whole ass city block. 6'10". Brown Eyes.

Hair: Jet Black, just reaching the base of his neck. Put in a small ponytail.

Clothing: Leather Armor, dirtied and stained white clothes underneath. Wears worn-out Combat Boots.

Weapons: Dam, a Tower Shield, and Enlighten, a Heavy Crossbow.

Personality: Very open, always tries to see the bright side of things, willing to help people out, even to his detriment. When he gets mad, he stays mad for a very long time.

Semblance: Uplift, Greatly reduces the weight of whatever he holds, including himself, allowing him to hold Enlighten one-handed and move faster than anyone his size should be able.

Home Kingdom: Atlas, specifically Mantle.

Family: Two Mothers, one is missing an arm, the other suffers from major Respiratory issues, and memory issues caused by her medication.

Emblem: (Undecided)

Inspiration: Wilhelm- Derived from William, meaning “Resolute Protector” and “Strong Willed Warrior”. Licorice - Black, as in the color of Gravity Dust, and the Black Forest of Germany/Europe. Also based on the Eurasian?Old World Otter, which has had it's habitat threatened by humanity daudling about. It can be found in the Blakc Forests of Germany, among other areas across Europe and Asia.

[madmanwonder]

Ask Team BBNT AU 💕 Team BBNT

Bleiss: Darling and Jailbait

Ying: None of your damn business (Jaune)

Navy: Lotus (Ren) and Bun-Bun (Velvet)

Taupe: Lieutenant Belladonna

[workplacefire]

ok give me a second

@average-deathwing-knight @atropus-belladonna

@the-red-planet-mars @david-hater-of-workplacefire @thee0ne-with-rabiesx2 @the-asexual-painter @wikipedia-the-official @eggdoesthings @accidental-fandom-reference-hub

@asphalt-8-official @accidental-tally-hall-reference @bisexual-airforce @bisexual-navy @bonafide-browser-brave @big-mayo-official @communist-usa-real @cp-snitch @canadian-tire-real @creatures-in-posts @comprenale @definitelygoodwill @demiboy-army @denmark-forreal

these are all the ones I could think of

Okay doing this cause I've seen other people do it

25 notes and I'll work really hard to learn to juggle a reverse cascade

50 notes and I'll ask my mum if I can dye my hair

100 and I'll clean my room

200 notes and I'll try to do better on Duolingo (I'm bad for procrastinating doing it )

250 and I'll try to cut down my screen time

350 and I'll start reading the books I keep meaning too (it's a long list)

500 and I'll knit 10 pumpkins of random sizes and colors (

1000 and I'll write a rlly obscure and dumb fanfic I keep meaning too

Spamming is allowed

[tokufan700]

Muse List (subject to multiple updates. I'm open for suggestions, but I need to at least know enough about the character to add them)

Canon:

Legend of Zelda: Zelda (BOW, Smash Bros Ultimate, Hyrule Warriors), Mipha, AOC Impa, Purha, Urbosa, Riju, Lana, Cia, Navi, Midna (Imp and Twili forms)

Pokemon: Cynthia, Dawn, May, Misty, Nurse Joy, Officer Jenny, Jessie

Kid Icarus: Palutena, Viridi, Phosphora, Medusa, Pandora

Mario: Peach, Daisy, Pauline, Bowesette

Sonic: Amy Rose, Blaze the Cat, Rouge the Bat, Vanilla the Rabbit

Shantae: Shantae, Sky, Rottytops (zombie and human versions), Risky Boots, Twitch, Vinegar

RWBY: Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long, Jeanne Arc (F!Jaune), Nora Valkyrie, Pyrrha Nikos, Lie Rin (F!Ren), Glynda Goodwitch, Penny Polendina, Winter Schnee, Neopolitan, Cinder Fall, Emerald Sustrai, Ciel Soliel, Illia Amitola, Summer Rose, Kali Belladona, Willow Schnee, Raven Branwen, Athena Nikos Toku: Poppy Pipopapo/ Asuna Karino, Izu, Yua Yaiba, Azu, Rita (Super Sentai Strongest Battle)

Xenoblade Chronicles: Pyra, Mythra, Nia, Morag, Brighid, Sena

Konosuba: Darkness, Aqua, Wiz, Luna, Eris, Chris

Steven Universe: Peridote, Lapis, Pearl, Amethyst, Garnet, Holly Blue, Priyanka Maheswaran

Teen Titans Animated: Raven, Starfire, Blackfire, Terra, Jinx, Bumblebee

Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid: Kobayashi, Tohru, Lucoa, Elma, IIulu

Star Vs. The Forces of Evil: Hekapoo, Eclipsa, Moon Butterfly (both teen and adult versions), Janna Ordonia, Jackie Lyn Thomas

Scooby Doo: Velma Dinkley, Daphne Blake

Street Fighter: Chun Li, Sakura, Ibuki, Makoto, Juri Han

Ben 10: Gwen Tennyson, Charmcaster, Julie Yamamato

Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel: Millie, Loona, Mrs. Mayberry, Verosika Mayday, Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie

Avatar TLA/LOK: Katara, Toph, Azula, Ty Lee, Mai, Korra, Asami, Jin Yugioh: Alexis Rhodes, Akiza Izinski, Carly Carmine Scott Pilgrim: Ramona Flowers, Kim Pines, Knives Chu, Julie Powers, Natalie V. "Envy" Adams, Lisa Millier Re:Cutie Honey: Honey Kisaragi/Cutie Honey, Natsuko Aki

Misc: Samus (Metroid), Rebecca Bluegarden (Edens Zero), Miko Kubota (Glitch Techs), Chel (Road to El Dorado), Zangya (DBZ), Ryofu Housen (Ikkitousen)

OC:Konami, Alex, Lucas, Rook, Suzy, Kat, Ethan Mazenta , Amanda, Marciline, Daiki Atarashi Jade Zion Gray, Azura Emo Nushi Nathaniel Wilson (Nightshade) Briar Rose

RulesOpen RP's (no new ones for now)

[3rdand6]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: BELLADONNA VELVET NAVY BLUE DRESS W/ ELASTIC HEM SIZE LARGE L.