#RWBY Reader-Insert

[sirshankss]

Valentines gift for my breast friend @kaprisvn (ft @tobiekn and me)

I hate my friend fucking stupid ass sun moon fnaf fan!!! I hate her so much she makes me draw them all the time >:( /j

(I probably wont be posting fnaf stuff in the future)

Credit to my stupid nerd ass friend for doing the tags @kaprisvn

[muteshortgirl]

When They Have A Crush

Ruby Rose-

Nervous and Excitable: Ruby becomes noticeably more jittery and excitable around the reader. She might stumble over her words or fidget with her weapon, Crescent Rose, as she tries to gather her thoughts. Her enthusiasm and energy reach new heights whenever the reader is around.

Blushing and Shyness: Despite her typically bold and courageous nature, Ruby finds herself blushing more often when the reader is nearby. She might become slightly more reserved and bashful, occasionally avoiding direct eye contact or hiding behind her red hood.

Extra Attention: Ruby goes out of her way to spend time with the reader. She constantly seeks opportunities to be around them, whether it's training together, offering assistance with missions, or even just sitting together during downtime. She may also use any excuse to engage in conversations or start playful banter with the reader.

Overwhelming Support: Ruby becomes the reader's biggest cheerleader. She offers unwavering encouragement and support, always believing in the reader's abilities and offering a helping hand whenever needed. She frequently compliments the reader's skills and achievements, making them feel special and valued.

Random Acts of Kindness: Ruby shows her crush through small acts of kindness. She may surprise the reader with little gifts or notes, leave cute doodles on their scrolls, or bring them their favorite treats. She genuinely wants to make the reader happy and often goes above and beyond to do so.

Awkwardness and Clumsiness: Ruby's infatuation sometimes leads to her being more accident-prone than usual. She might accidentally bump into things, trip over her own feet, or drop objects when the reader is nearby. Although embarrassed by her clumsiness, she tries to laugh it off, hoping it brings a smile to the reader's face.

Unintentional Staring: Ruby finds it hard to tear her gaze away from the reader when they're not looking. She often catches herself staring, only to quickly avert her eyes when caught. Her infatuation makes her genuinely captivated by the reader's presence and she finds them endlessly fascinating.

Weiss Schnee-

Blushing and Nervousness: Weiss, who is known for her icy composure, finds herself blushing whenever the reader is around. Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink, and she becomes slightly flustered, often stumbling over her words or losing her train of thought.

Awkwardness: Despite her regal upbringing and confident personality, Weiss becomes surprisingly awkward when interacting with the reader. She might trip over her words, say something strange then stand there silently berating herself wondering why she spoke those words.

Increased Attention: Weiss pays more attention to the reader than she does to others. She listens intently to their conversations, making an effort to remember small details and personal preferences. She might surprise them with thoughtful gestures or gifts related to their interests, showing her desire to impress and connect with them.

Supportive and Encouraging: Weiss becomes a strong supporter of the reader's goals and dreams. She offers words of encouragement and provides assistance whenever possible. Whether it's helping them study, training together, or offering advice, Weiss wants to see the reader succeed and believes in their potential.

Jealousy: Although she tries to hide it, Weiss occasionally shows hints of jealousy when she sees the reader interacting with others romantically or spending too much time with someone else. She may try to mask it with a snarky comment or a subtle change in her behavior, but those who pay close attention will notice her slight pangs of jealousy.

Vulnerability: Around the reader, Weiss lets her guard down more than with anyone else. She feels safe opening up about her fears, insecurities, and aspirations, trusting that they will understand and support her. Sharing her vulnerabilities shows how much she values their presence in her life.

Lingering Glances and Slight Touches: Weiss finds it difficult to tear her gaze away from the reader when they're nearby. She steals glances, her eyes filled with a mix of admiration and longing. When conversation permits, she might lightly touch their arm or shoulder, seeking physical contact to feel closer to them.

Shyness with Compliments: Weiss struggles to express her feelings directly, especially when it comes to compliments. She might stumble over her words or turn a deeper shade of red when attempting to praise the reader's qualities or achievements. However, her sincerity shines through, making her compliments all the more endearing.

[mixoloveseveryone]

RWBY SPOILER WARNING!!!(?) - Ozpin x Reader

"You... Can't die?"

Ozpin nods. It's almost like he's processing this just as slowly as you are. You think for a while. "You... Come back? In someone else?" You ask again, and he nods. Maybe he can't find the words- maybe he doesn't want to. The only people he's told are you, and the other headmasters. And Glynda and Qrow, of course. But now you.

"You... Can't die." You finally hit it home. He can't die. "... Yes." He whispers quietly. You sit there in silence, the ticking clock in your shared house filling the heavy silence. You open your mouth plenty of times, but are quickly hushed by his saddened look. You finally look up at him, pressing a light kiss to his nose. "... Well. I'm, lost. With a lot of this. But I know... If you die before me," You hold onto his slightly trembling hands.

"I'll find you." You say with a smile, and his brown eyes connect to yours widely. "... You'll what?" He asks quietly. "Find you." You smile wider. Tears slip down his face without him knowing. "Thank you," he whispers breathlessly. "Thank you."

---

"So... Who are we waiting for again?" Oscar asks, his hand grasping the other. "..... Y/N." He says. "Right." Oscar mutters. "How are we... Sure they'll show up?" Oscar trails, and Ozpin doesn't answer. "They will."

The two wait, and wait, and wait. Soon enough, Oscar takes matters into his own hands, bumping into a familiar man who had feather like hair and red eyes.

"Oz?" Qrow asks, and Oz- through Oscar- nods. "Where's Y/N?" He asks, and Qrow swallows down a billion words. "... I don't know." Qrow says. Ozpin widens his eyes. "No, no." Ozpin whines. "No, no, no." Ozpin repeats, his small hands grabbing his brown hair-- no, they weren't his. He didn't want them to be his. He wanted to be in his old body. With his familiar body, familiar habits, familiar people.

Ozpin spent centuries in other people's bodies, but nobody impacted him quite like you. You smiled at him even after he spouted the most insane shit ever. But nothing hurt worse than you being ripped from his grasp. He wasn't even there to see you go. He'd prefer to watch you die, than fear you're out there, slowly dying. Wishing he'd help.

He never was useful, anyway.

[haz3-daz3]

Requests Open

I haven't written in a whole while and I don't wanna be rusty so I think I wanna get in to writing requests. This is my first time,

pls be gentle 👉👈

Headcanons mostly!! But I would take the odd full on story/request if the premise/idea is doable enough.

REQUESTS BY DEFAULT ARE SFW! IF YOU DON'T WANT THAT, PLEASE SPECIFY IT.

Fandoms

Dragon Age Origins and Dragon Age II

Drifters (I'M BEGGING YOU)

Fate/Stay Night and other Fate related stuff except FGO cuz I stopped playing the game, I'm familiar with most of it though

Fire Emblem Fates/Awakening/Heroes (I'm familiar with most characters, not all, but most)

RWBY (because vol 10 is taking longer than anticipated)

Rules

-I only do character x reader not character x OC sorry folks. But Character x Character? Eh, why not. Depends on the pairing so feel free to send them.

-NSFW is welcome. I can do SFW/Fluff too.

-Nothing too vague or super-duper specific or restrictive when requesting please, it's a little hard to get inspired when all I've got to go on is "general" like, what kind of general?? Fluff? Smeggs? Eh?? And it's also hard to think or write a scenario/headcanon with an all-too restrictive premise.

-But uh, nothing super restrictive too if that be okie 👉👈. I can accommodate of course but not ultra specific to the point where I can't work with the scenario properly

-I am female so uh, by default Y/N is female. I can write in the male perspective but not as comfortably as female so I tend to ignore requests where Reader is a male. So unless specified/asked, Y/N is female by default. Gender neutral Y/N is a-okay.

-I'm comfortable with most things except truly depraved things like forced/non-con or incest. I'd really rather not write about those things, ya know?

Don'ts

-As of now, I don't write Modern AUs. I have difficulties in writing a character from older/fantasy realms and putting them in Modern eras. RWBY's settings are fine since it has fantasy elements and a bit of medieval in it.

-Requests that are too restrictive or ask for too much. Everyone has their limits. I certainly have mine.

-Minors and NSFW combined. Fuck off with that shit. If someone asks me to write a smut fic with Ruby from Volume 1 or anything similar I'm deleting that on sight.

-Fire Emblem Three Houses and Engage. I've since stopped consuming Fire Emblem stuff outside of the ones I played (GBAs and the 3DS games and the gacha). So uh, yeah. Requests featuring characters from those two games won't be dignified.

Not every request is guaranteed. Some would be deleted due to various reasons and some will take longer than others depending on how my life goes. Please understand.

[ridingthechaos]

Pairing: Ozpin and Lilium

Fandom: Rwby

Ship Type: Canon X OC

Lilium was just calmly sitting in the ruins of Beacon, allowing the foliage to take over the area. Salem wasn’t a threat anymore, trauma wouldn’t be inflicted anymore. But the one in the ruins looked tranquil, she looked as if she hadn’t had trauma inflicted onto her whatsoever. The sound of footsteps drove her out of her thoughts, Lilium’s silver eyes flitted towards the source of the sound. She spotted Ozpin approaching, he himself looked to be in a good mood. Which can be expected when your undead ex-wife is no longer at large. A soft chuckle escaped Lilium as she returned her focus to the flowers, walking around idly and letting them grow. She watched as daffodils, lilies, tulips, and so many more took over the chaos of the old campus of Beacon.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding?” Ozpin chuckled, Lilium could practically hear his iconic smile.

“So what if it is? I need away time.” She raised a hand and a rose grew, a soft smile graced her lips when she saw it.

Ozpin let out a hearty chuckle, his cane made a soft tapping sound against the cracked and overgrown pavement, “Why don’t you come to the new campus of Beacon? I’m sure we’d enjoy having you as a teacher again. I know how you felt about Weapons Care.”

Lilium paused, was Ozpin offering her old position to her? He was, wasn’t he? She turned to face him, a guarded expression on her face, “Isn’t someone filling the position now?” She asked carefully, Ozpin only shook his head. Her eyes flit down, not having expected that. She could return to her post at Beacon, wouldn’t that be lovely? Return to how things were before the fall? Her hands balled into fists, she didn’t know how to respond.

It's as if her world came crashing down on her. Lilium suddenly remembered the fall of Beacon, the pain it caused her, and more specifically.. Ozpin’s death. Well it technically wasn’t his death, since he inhabited Oscar Pine for a good while until four months after Lilium’s return from the Ever-After. As if sensing her pain Ozpin walked over, enveloping her in a hug. Lilium froze up even more, she hadn’t been touched, let alone held, in a good seven years. And if she was touched it usually wasn’t in a nice, unharming, way.

Tears swelled in her silver eyes. Damn it, Ozpin. She thought, her own arms wrapping tightly around him.

“I know you're still hurting. You went through the most hell out of all of us.” Ozpin cooed, rubbing her pale green hair. He sighed, was this really the woman he knew and loved? This broken, traumatized woman? It was, deep down, still her though.

“I was so scared, Oz.”

“I know.”

“I felt so alone.. It hurt.”

“I know..”

“I can’t do this alone, please don’t leave me alone… I don’t want to be alone.”

“I won’t…”

Ozpin felt pity for her, but that would do neither of them good. So he just held her tightly. The sound of Ozpin’s very much beating heart made Lilium more calm, more relaxed. It felt nice that this wasn’t caused by some tree’s leaves, or Neo’s odd clones, or this being a hallucination from lack of sleep. Good lord, on the topic of sleep, when was the last time Lilium slept? She could feel her eyelids drooping, tears coming to a stop. Ozpin could feel her breathing slow down as she fell asleep. Soon her arms fell from around him, she was asleep in his arms. A chuckle came from the white-haired male, picking her up carefully in his arms. He somehow held her and his cane in his arms. Ozpin walked back to the new campus of Beacon, leaving Lilium’s overgrown safe-haven.

When Lilium woke up, she realized she was neatly tucked into a well kept bed. Ozpin’s bed probably. She didn’t hear his movements outside in his office, was he even here? A soft groan came from her as she forced herself up and out of the warm bed, where was Ozpin if he wasn’t in his office?

“Oz?” She called out into the quietness. No response, “Ozpin??” She called again, hoping for a reply. But there was still no reply, “Ozma???” Lilium called that name knowing full well he’d reply to it. Then a white tuft of hair peaked out from under his desk.

“Am I in trouble?” He asked, obviously slightly surprised Lilium would call that name. His first name, the name he had gotten in his very first life.

“No, I just didn’t know where you were.”

He narrowed her eyes at her. Ozpin came out from under his desk, staring at Lilium was a glaring expression. Lilium just smirked at him, handing him a red rose. Ozpin stared at the rose before carefully putting it into the vase on his desk. He enjoyed her flowers, he always did. Lilium’s flowers were a gift in themselves since they came from her. Leaning in close to her, Ozpin planted a small kiss to her nose. A small sign of affection from someone who hadn’t wanted a relationship since the undead Grimm witch.

“You just..” Lilium looked at him surprised. Ozpin nodded, a light blush dusting his features. It looked odd, considering it was rare he blushed. Yet again, he was never one to show affection willingly.

Ozpin sighed, “I think it's time I started a relationship. It has been too long, this is far overdo.” He adjusted his glasses and his expression softened, “Lilium, will you do me a favor and..,” He paused, growing uncomfortable with the words.

“Of course, Oz.” She smiled at him, “I’d happily be in a relationship with you.”

Lilium yelped when Ozpin pulled her in close by her waist. It was a notion she wasn’t expecting. But it meant a lot to both of them. Laughter collectively escaped their lips, comfortable in each other’s embrace. Lilium’s arms wrapped willingly around Ozpin’s neck, she hadn’t mourned over this man for nothing. But here he was, alive and well and in her arms. They stood there for a good while before they heard the snapping of a scroll.

Lilium’s head snapped towards the sound, only to see Ruby Rose holding her scroll up in an ‘Oh my gods I just saw Professor Mycelium and Professor Ozpin hug.’ way.

“Delete that.” Lilium hissed.

“No.” Ruby countered.

“Ruby Rose.”

“Lilium Mycelium.”

Lilium broke away from Ozpin to charge at Ruby, aiming for her scroll. Ruby used her semblance to run away from Lilium, to which the plant manipulator used her own semblance to block Ruby’s path.

Ozpin just stood there watching this happen, a snicker coming from him. He took a sip of his hot chocolate and smirked as the flashes of green and red ran by. In his opinion, he thought it made it look like Christmas with how past they were going. But now he had a partner for the first time since Salem, Ozpin was in a great mood.

[shutthehellupcaboose]

Hey you! Yeah you! Do you wanna be shipped with your fave character from Red Vs Blue??

Hi I'm doing commisions for match ups (match ups being you and a character of my choice to who I think will fit you the best) ADULT ONLY! 18 + MINORS DO NOT DM

The price is 5 to 10 USD (preferably venmo if possible)

You can give me a description of yourself in dms

And I will give you a 100 to 300 words of a character I think you'd fit best with

The characters!

I will write for almost anyone in RVB (excluding Theta, The Director and The Counselor and a few others)

I will also do other RT media such as

Lazer Team, Camp Camp, RWBY (if I do this with younger characters it will be after the time skip to when they are 18).

If you have another fandom in mind I am open to writing for then I will absolutely do that too

Won't do: EXTREME NSFW, Hazbin Hotel, or MCYT, or any IRL people in Rooster Teeth (Michael Jones, ect.)

(ADULTS ONLY CHARACTERS)

This will super help me out a lot and I would really appreciate it if I could get some comms, if not feel free to browse my blog and my art, I have art commisions open too!

[syndicate-of-swing]

Bit of an announcement

I've revised the rules a bit.

I will occasionally write smut now.

I'm an adult now, it's about time I wrote like one.

18+ characters only, of course.

[buggyboba]

This Will Be The Day

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A/N: Hello yes, lesbian sword fight…that is all. The prompt is from this list; x.  I listened to the RWBY soundtrack, and this is the result…it wasn’t going to be a sword fight in the beginning, but listen….The Master is a swordsman, ergo Missy is a swordsman, and Reader is well….reader, enjoy!~ This has been another episode of Buggy pulling from other media, but this time I haven’t actually listened to the masterful audio drama but shut up sword fight in a castle. 

Also, someone please send help, I said it was going to be a drabble, it’s a whole ass short story….insert the babadook meme here ‘Why can’t you be normal’ ‘screaming’

Pairing | Missy x Fem!reader.

TW| I don’t think there is any real ones, please let me know if I missed any, there are petnames. SPOILERS FOR THE MASTERFUL AUDIO DRAMA.

Wordcount| 4000

A03 Link | x

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Things were quiet, which wasn’t terrible, but you knew a silent Missy was a dangerous one, as with her previous incarnation. So you slipped out of your room, checking the usual places that Missy would be. When you didn’t find her, you sighed and started towards the console room. As you entered the console room, so did she; only she was coming in the front through the tardis doors. The distinct smell of smoke from a fire hits your nose. Her usually pressed and perfect plum skirt was singed along the bottom and higher up; she had a bit of soot on her cheek. 

You moved to go take her umbrella, gloves, and hat, putting them where they went. The umbrella in the umbrella rack, the hat on the hat rack, and the gloves on the little shelf nearby. After a moment, she walked over to put her jacket on the rack too. The smell of smoke was heavy; what did she do—skip through a bonfire or something? 

“Nice stroll?” You grinned a bit. “Burn down any towns?” you teased, to which Missy raised an eyebrow, but then let a small little smirk escape. 

“Only a little one; well, there are going to be a few; I may have accidentally started a teensy little wildfire.” She gave a slight chuckle. 

“Missy! Accidently?” You sounded exasperated. “Why would you start a wildfire in Siberia?” you asked.

“Don’t worry, your pretty little head; while I was there, I thought, I haven’t taken you on a proper date lately,” she mused.

It was true, unfortunately. The last date you had got crashed by the Doctor and his companion, and the one before that, she took you to some really unsavory planet, where a plant almost ate you. Before that, it was 1940’s Paris. The one before that you were having dinner at a nice restaurant on Darillium, and Missy had taken you to see the singing towers, The Doctor and a woman had shown up but left you and Missy alone, and she made it a point to leave them alone. It was Christmas after all; that one wasn’t so bad, but still, needless to say, the last few dates had not been good; you both needed a good proper date. You looked at her and nodded. “Oh? Can I pick something this time?” you asked lightly. Missy seemed to think about it for a long time before she nodded. 

“Oh! Okay!” you said excitedly, racking your brain. “I want a picnic,” you decided. Missy looked almost offended. Out of everything you could pick, you decided on a mundane picnic? All of time and space, and you wanted to sit on a blanket and eat sandwiches? You were not allowed to pick the date again, but she would give you that. 

“What’s wrong with your face?” You asked, crossing your arms. 

“A picnic, who do you think I am? The Doctor? A picnic,” she muttered. 

“Yes, it would be nice to just sit down and relax, talk, and eat.” You spoke, trying to make your case for a picnic. 

“We do that when we eat dinner together.” Missy pointed out as she stalked towards the console past you, leaving you following her. “Why would you want to eat outside, fighting off bugs and the elements for your food….I could always release bugs into the dining room.” She teased, and you made a face.

“You wouldn’t; you don’t like bugs, and you wouldn’t want them to escape into the tardis.” You said.

“Yes, that’s true, but what is your interest in picnics?” She mused, her icy eyes sliding over you. 

“It’s romantic,” you said, nodding and leaning against the console next to her, watching Missy as Missy turned her attention back to the console. 

“I could think of other romantic things to do that don’t involve picnics.” She mused. “More private things,” she trailed off. 

“Mis! Fine, we have a picnic, but you pick the location; is that a fair compromise?” You asked softly, trying to find a middle ground. She was quiet for a few moments before she nodded. 

“Deal,” she purred out. “Now go make the lunch... at least pack something good,” she said, her hand grazing your hip as she pushed you off the console. 

“No, just because you said that, it’s going to be all jelly babies and crisps.” You laughed and moved away. You walked down the long hall, slipping into the kitchen. You immediately began taking out things to make simple sandwiches; you found some French bread, cheddar, and ham, and you found cream cheese and fruits. Which gave you an idea: you would make some sweet sandwiches and some savory ones. 

You would bring some strawberries along, wondering if you could find chocolate to go with them. You really wanted to make this romantic; you knew Missy had a secret soft spot for romantics. Even if she would never admit it, let alone never show it publicly, there had been things she had done for you that made you believe she liked them. Well, it was that or she was using manipulation, but you chose to decide it wasn’t that. 

She didn’t show love normally; it was more like a mix between a cat leaving presents and someone who was actually good at seduction. It was a mixed bag, but she kept things interesting. She was also very possessive when she brought you out for adventures; there were so many rules, and god forbid someone looked at you in a way she didn’t like. You had watched her disintegrate no less than six people this way, and she never mentioned it after it happened either. 

You made quick work of making the food for the picnic, wrapping everything carefully, searching the kitchen for anything to carry it in, and for once, Missy’s tardis seemed to be on your side because you found the perfect picnic basket. You packed everything you needed. You even snuck in some wine and some jelly babies and crisps, so those would be the first things she pulled out when you sat down. You were pleased by your little joke. 

You felt the rumble of the tardis moving; apparently, she had picked out a place. You heard her heels click by the kitchen, heading towards her room, no doubt to change. You should probably do that too; you wanted to look good for the date. You put the basket in the fridge just for now before quickly heading to your room to change into something comfortable since you were going to be outside, but something nice that Missy would be fine with being seen out in public with you. A nice little black summer dress and flats that you could walk in since you knew you would be carrying the picnic basket. 

You finished up getting ready. You moved to go fetch the basket, bringing one of your blankets with you and moved to wait in the console room. 

You heard the footfall, but no heels. You turned and blinked a few times, opening your mouth as you saw her. She wore a white ruffled top; the shoulders were still puffed but the sleeves were tight against her arms; she wore a pair of black pants; they were tight against her legs; she wore a black corset-like belt; she wore boots, but they weren't heeled. Her hair was pulled up, and a clip held it in a fanned-out ponytail. You had never seen her in anything else but her skirts; you didn't know she owned pants. She knew you were staring, and when you finally looked up to meet her eyes, she was smirking, making a motion with her mouth and hand to tell you to close your mouth as she walked past you to the console.

You closed your mouth and licked your lips subconsciously before you followed her a bit. “Should I put pants on?” That was the stupidest thing that could have slipped out of your mouth, but it was the only thing that wasn’t pining over her or questioning, How come you had never seen her in pants? And why was she so incredibly hot?

Missy snorted at your question, shaking her head. “Now now, my pet, I think your attire is fine. If I wanted you to change, I would tell you to do so, would I not?” She grinned a cat-like grin as she watched you open your mouth a few times to say something, but you shrugged and nodded instead. 

“But, um, you usually...” You spoke and pointed a bit at her outfit.

“Something wrong, dove?” She asked, to which you shook your head, and you finally noticed the long black case she had brought with her. 

“What’s that?” you asked. 

“You know not to ask questions you don’t really want to know the answers to.” She smiled and poked your nose with her red-painted nail. You recoiled a bit and sighed. "Plus, I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise,” she said with a self-satisfied grin. “You wanted a proper date; well, this will be better.” She gave a small nod, like she had picked the perfect location and had the perfect idea to elevate this silly little picnic you wanted her to go on with you. 

You frowned a bit but nodded. You would just have to wait and hope whatever it was wasn’t bad, or part of some other plot to destroy the doctor, or take over Earth, or Mars, or whatever Missy decided she wanted to do. It was fascinating watching her plan and scheme because you never knew what you were getting; sometimes she could be playful, and then other times it was very much watching a whole different person working, the intricate planning, and just how brilliant she was. You hoped whatever this was was playful and fun; you really needed a good date. 

You shifted the picnic basket and blanket before starting over towards the door. Missy followed after a sort of sway to her steps as if she were mentally rehearsing something; you didn’t question it. You opened the door and slipped out, pausing when you stepped out. It was not the picturesque setting you had hoped for; it was desolate and the sky was clear, but you could see so many stars and a rather large moon, maybe. You felt the air shift behind you. Missy stood behind you, leaning her chin on your shoulder as she looked up. 

“Rather pretty, isn’t it?” She breathed into your ear, and you could feel her lips press against your neck before she walked past you. “Kiamet, or what is left of it, but the sky isn’t why we are here.” She moved to motion behind her tardis, which had disguised itself as a lone burned tree. You looked and paused when you saw a large, imposing black castle. 

“Spooky,” you breathed out.

“Is it? Oh, come on, maybe there are ghosts, monsters, or Tim Curry in fishnets.” She chuckled and grabbed your hand, pulling you up the hill towards it. You kept up pretty well with her long strides. 

“So why are we here for a spooky castle?” You asked her. Her grip on your wrist slid down, so she was holding your hand, but neither one of you acknowledged it. 

“Adventure... and the courtyard is nice; we should have a few hours of peace.” She nodded once again. Her movements were swaying as she continued to practice something in her mind.

“A few hours of peace?” You asked lightly. 

“Oh yeah, collapsing universe, a double paradox now that I am here, bit sticky, but if I’ve timed it right, we won’t run into them.” She grinned a bit.

“Them?” You breathed out, suddenly not so sure about any of this.

"Oh, the other me’s, long story, silly little play for lives, I am ever so naughty and really can't be trusted even by my selves...don't worry about it, pet.” She nodded, pushing the door open to allow you entry. The castle was decorated in all black. “Don’t mind the decorations; he is so dramatic.” Missy shook her head. “I would have added pops of color—some purples, more red.” She hummed as she led you past rooms; it was like she could feel your questions rising, and she looked over you, her eyes dancing across your features. "Oh, don’t worry about it too much, my dear; I am fairly sure we will have enough time…”

“Okay, one, who is he? Who’s castle is this?” You spoke quietly as you took in the decor; it was very heavy, black, with deep reds and flashes of gold. It felt cold; whoever owned it must be a real –

"Oh, technically mine,” she said. “Well, long story, past regenerations, an arse of a man,” she smirked. “Maybe you remember the short-lived Harold Saxon?” 

“The ex-Prime Minster...” You asked, "Wait, you were the Prime Minister?" You shook your head in disbelief.

"Yes, I was incredibly charming, wasn’t I? I said all the right things. Well, I said some right things. Well, I mostly used high-grade, low-frequency mind control to suggest everyone vote for me, but I digress. Yes, you see, I had some adventures, and I was a bit of a naughty boy.” Missy grinned a bit in thought, looking around. “Killed the doctor, then called all my past regenerations here and didn’t invite me, which was so rude, and you know how I feel about manners.” Missy teased.

You were quiet for a few minutes, trying to think of what to say. You decided to skip over the fact that she said she killed the doctor and called previous regenerations, as fun as the thought could be, the implications that she had managed to kill the doctor as Saxon, and then called her past selves to celebrate. Well, not really celebrate; you remember her saying something earlier about stealing lives? and not being able to trust her past selves, paradoxes hurt your head, and you didn't know how Time Lords could handle remembering events during paradoxes.

“Well, I didn’t vote for you.” You smirked a bit watching her reaction; there seemed to be a few moments where she was deciding what to say to you. "Not my prime minister,” you teased in a playful manner.

“Now wait a minute.” She started. “I was pretty decent….did you not find me charming? You find me charming now.” She said, grabbing your arm a bit, slowing the pace of your walk. 

“Well, now you are a gorgeous woman, not a baby-faced man.” You nodded. 

“Babyfaced? Babyfaced?” She gave the most offended pout, her lips curled down, and an exaggerated frown. “Take that back,” she muttered a bit. You moved to keep walking, not knowing where you were going. “Hey! No, now, pet, you don’t get to walk away from that; only I’m allowed to be mean to my past selves,” she said.

“But, like you were, I mean, not my cup of tea, but you were a golden boy; everyone wanted you; at least that's how people were talking.” You laughed a bit. “Round babyface,” you doubled down, knowing it was a dangerous game, but it was thrilling to be able to tease her. 

"Yeah, it was a bit round... None the less, you should say sorry, or I’ll have to punish you.” She grinned. 

“You won’t; you like that I have some fight in me.” You replied. “I’m not a meek little thing; I bite.” You nodded softly.

"Yes, I suppose I do like the challenge, as long as you know your place at the end of the day.” She nodded, once again taking the lead and leading you out a large set of doors. You were once again outside; the courtyard was large; there was what looked like what used to be a fountain, but it had long since dried. You figured it might have been a beautiful courtyard at one point, so you decided to put the blanket down there, setting the basket down. You busied yourself fixing the blanket; there was a moment when you felt cold steel against the underside of your chin, forcing your gaze up. Slowly, you looked up, and you found yourself at the end of a rapier. Missy was staring at you with a stoic look until your eyes met, and a small smirk twitched at the corner of her mouth. 

“W…what?” you asked. She let the blade tip trail down your throat slowly, not hard enough to hurt but definitely catching your attention as she lightly stopped prodding the middle of your chest, but slightly to your left where your heart sat. “Mis?” you asked. 

“Get up.” She said firmly, there was almost a predatory growl at the end. You hurried to your feet as you felt her bump your hand with the hilt of another rapier. Your fingers curled around it, and the moment you took it, she gracefully moved away, spinning away and into a proper stance. 

“Missy, I don’t know how to swordfight,” you said quickly.

“Sink or swim, lovely. Nothing like a sexy sword fight to get the blood pumping, don't you agree, my dear?” She grinned, and in a movement, she was on the offensive. Her movements were fluid, like a dance, yet she held such learned power. You held the blade like you had seen in movies, but it didn’t feel right, and her blade crashed down against yours, forcing you to step back sloppily. She tutted at you, and with a gliding move, she swiped up, barely missing your cheek because you had flailed the hand guard up at the last moment. You tried to put space between Missy and yourself, watching her movements. You were not ready for this impromptu sword fight, but you had to admit that watching Missy was definitely doing something for you. While in your thoughts, Missy moved again. This time you saw it and moved to let the blade crash against hers, moving to lunge forward, but she moved her foot around yours, using your momentum against you. She pulled her foot back, causing you to fall forward, but she caught you by the arm, so you didn’t hit the ground. Her blade against your throat for a moment before she laughed. “You are bad at this.” 

“I’ve never sword-fought before!” You whined exasperatedly, and as you breathed more rapidly, the cold metal on your throat made you shiver.

“Reset, try again, watch me, follow my moves, calculate, feel the movement, and follow through.” She instructed and moved the blade, letting go of your arm, so you fell the rest of the way. You got back up and brushed yourself off before awkwardly holding the blade in a pose you thought could be proper, which only got an amused look from Missy before her eyes darkened again, and she was moving forward again on the offensive, forcing you into the defensive. The sound of metal whipping together filled the courtyard as you backpedaled, trying to watch her and the blade at the same time, trying to calculate. She was fast and fluid; this felt very one-sided, like a child with a wooden sword fighting Zorro or something. You tried to lunge and swing back, but she easily dodged or blocked; she peddled you all the way to the fountain, forcing you to move onto the lip, backing up more, and she followed gracefully. 

You tried to get her to go on the offensive by stabbing at her shoulder, but it didn’t matter; she used the guard to block and the pommel to shove you away from her. You almost fell off the lip of the fountain, but you caught yourself, feeling your ankle almost twist. You stood and were about to try to tap out when you felt a sting against your cheek, and a playfully teasing giggle came from the woman. 

You blinked and felt something thicker than water against your cheek; she cut you. How rude. Her smirk made it so much more: "I can't wait to wipe that wicked smirk off of your smug face." You moved forward with a bit more gusto and a lot more anger; your movements were not graceful but much stronger; you actually got her to step back a few times, putting her on the defensive for the first time; you were certainly not using the rapier in the intended fencing way, but that was fine; you had an excuse. “Oh…there she is, think you can? Then come on, wipe it off my face.” You heard Missy tease. "Are you mad? Are you so hurt that I gave you a love tap, my dearest?” She giggled again, "I had to give you a reason to fight back, not be such a scaredy cat... go on, hit me, try it lovely, make me sad and cry.” She said her tone was goading. You made valiant attempts, but she dodged them or parried them away. That was until you caught her arm. You both looked at each other in shock for a moment. Your eyes were wide as a dangerous smirk crossed her lips. "Well, now that we’ve both drawn blood, the fun can really begin.” She said, “This is fun…you are having fun being awful at this, I’m having fun watching you try so hard...now I am really going to play.” She said with a grin. You didn’t like the sound of that; you could tell she hadn’t been really going hard on you, but now you feared what would actually happen when she went after you for real. 

It happened so fast. She had locked your blade against hers, forcing you back off the fountain, staying right on you as you tried to keep backing up to unlock your blades. Your back hit the wall hard, and you felt her tighten the blades, pushing harder against you. You forgot how strong she was. The blades slid up almost against your throat. You did the only thing you could do. You leaned forward, suddenly throwing caution to the wind as you crashed your lips against hers. Your eyes closed as you felt her seem to think of what she wanted to do here before she kissed back. It was chaotic and so passionate, but there was biting and tongues. Her free hand grabbed you right above your hip, keeping you pinned as her tongue forced its way past your slightly parted lips. There was a soft sound that escaped your throat as she moved to pin you with her body instead. You managed to get your blade free before you tried to pull back, but she wouldn’t let you go. She let her blade go, and it clattered, causing you to jump. She grabbed yours roughly and yanked it from you. It also clattered on the floor, but then her hand was cupping the side of your neck. Before it slowly moved down, the pads of her fingers traced slow patterns down to your thigh before pushing past the hem of the skirt you wore. There was a moment you assumed she was going to go further, but she didn’t; instead, she stepped back just a bit, licking her lips some as she watched you open your eyes. Your skin was blushing, your body was hot, and your breath was heavy as you stared at her, her hand still lingering on your upper thigh, almost your hip under your skirt. 

“That was almost a good strategy,” she said calmly before she slipped her hand away as she moved to sit down on the almost forgotten picnic blanket. 

You stood there for a moment and then eventually moved to follow. Sitting down, she grinned at you, "Oh, my dear, you seem flushed. Just wait until I get you back to the Tardis.” She said in a playful tone, but you knew it was anything but playful; it was a promise of something more intimate.

She threw open the picnic basket and paused at the jelly babies and crisps. “You think you are funny,” she said, looking at you, and you nodded with a soft grin. 

“I am.” You nodded, ready to have a romantic picnic on a desolate planet in a collapsing universe, trying to race the clock before her past selves showed up. It was so crazy, but you were definitely looking forward to what she had planned for you when you got back to the Tardis. 

[teganstable]

rwby fanfic observations

Okay so bare with me here but being a consumer of all things rwby naturally i read and enjoy some of the fanfics associated with the show, however recently after browsing ao3 for a bit I've noticed the amount of smut fics is just astronomically high and there isnt anything wrong with that if thats your thing but it does sorta feel like..... that's all there really is? This sorta ties into one of my earlier reblogs about how you don't need to write smut to write a good fanfic or whatever but like it just feels like the types of rwby related fics are limited to:

Smut

Rewrites

Gigachad Jaune

self inserts

Isekais

or one shots

again NOTHING WRONG with any of these like at all I mean we all write fanfics for fun and your own personal enjoyment but the lack of storybased rwby fanfics is considerably lower compared to the before mentioned types.

And I know what you're about to say "if u don't like it make your own" and I totally would except I suck and writing and I'm literally just an idea generator slapped into a meat sticks body writing is not in my skill set but I am a reader and these are my observations.

Speaking of fic ideas, I'm never gonna write this but it would essentially be rwby in the firefly verse because wouldn't that just work spectacularly? (the answer is yes. Yes it would if done right of course) obviously Joss beetle or whatever the heck his name is is not a great guy blegh do not approve BUT FIREFLY IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING and usually I'm not one for crossovers but for some reason I think this one would kinda work. Like it would be an intresting concept and I can see it so clearly

Kaylee? Ruby for sure

Yang? Definitely Malcom

Blake could totally pull off Inara vibes

Everyone else feels a little iffy but for the Tams Winter and Weiss obviously fit the bill naturally Zoe and Washburne are classic Renora, I think fusing the two universes together could come up with some intresting ideas which could lead to a cool story driven fic but I could yap about this idea forever instead I'm gonna shut up though because it's like 7 am and I haven't slept

[erectrohammered]

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🌑 fandoms: film and television ; sex education, alice in borderland, wednesday, stranger things, barbie, she's the man, teen wolf, riverdale, house of the dragon

🌘 fandoms: books ; divergent, the mortal instruments, harry potter, percy jackson, game of thrones, the vampire diaries

🌗 fandoms: comics books ; dc comics, marvel

🌖 fandoms: anime/manga ; naruto, one piece, attack on titan, rwby, panty and stocking with garterbelt, haikyuu!!, my hero academia, jujutsu kaisen

🌕 fandoms: animated films/series ; avatar: the last airbender, avatar: the legend of korra, adventure time, studio ghibli, voltron: legendary defenders, she-ra and the princesses of power, the owl house, arcane

🌔 fandoms: games ; pokemon, danganronpa, persona, dungeons & dragons, final fantasy, baldur's gate, fire emblem, league of legends, the legend of zelda, stardew valley

🌓 fandoms: webseries ; rwby, critical role, sword af

🌒 fandoms: youtubers ; smosh, smosh game

🌑 fandoms: musicians ; vocaloid, hatsune miku

🪐characters ; misa amane, annie leonhardt, jean kirschstein, pieck finger, porco galliard, kara zor-el, stephanie brown, cassandra cain, jason todd, kyoko kirigiri, peko pekoyama, miu iruma, pyrrha nikos, mitsuru kirijo

🛰️ groups ; batfamily, the titan trio, the warrior unit

🛸 ships ; shikatema, korrasami, aruani, hitchannie, timsteph, stephcass, fuyupeko, kiiruma

🔭 others; important posts, fav posts, text posts, art, icons, headers, layouts, references, playlists, stage plays, master lists, recommendations, fanfictions, headcanons, alternate universe, incorrect quotes, social media au's, self-insert/x reader

[whyd01d0th1s]

:p my requests page!!

Please consider these things before you ask me to write. If you’re color blind the “I will write” section is in green and the “I will not write” section is in red.

I will write;

Smut

Fluff

Canon x canon

Canon x oc

Canon x reader

Incorrect quote ideas

Fanfic starters

I will not write;

Minor x adult smut

Minor x minor smut

Aged up minor x minor smut

Piss kinks

Shit kinks

Somnophilia

Noncon

Minor x self-insert

Fandoms I will write for;

RWBY

BNHA

AoT

Good Omens

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

LoTR

The Hobbit

Stranger Things

The Umbrella Academy

The Promised Neverland

CoD

Demon Slayer

Baldur’s Gate 3

And a lot more!!

[thatringboy]

New NEW Rules Post

I am so sorry for posting in the main tags in so many fandoms

So apparently the last time I opened up for writing requests was in 2021. Crazy.

Anyways, here we go with the update on my rules for requests

Under a read more because this got longer than I expected, all tagged fandoms are ones I've written for before!

What I will NOT write:

Non-con/Dubious Consent

Self-Harm

Yandere Themes. I do not negotiate on this one.

Your OC x someone else’s OC unless I have permission from both creators separately

Incest. I do not negotiate on this one.

Discrimination of any kind. I do not negotiate on this one.

Explicit Spoilers (depending on the request, I’ll tag as a spoiler if I really want to do the request, but to be safe, no spoilers)

Multi chapter stories (however, if you really want something to be in multiple parts, PM me with more details. I’m pretty flexible about this one and would love to partner with you about writing a full fledged fic)

What I will write:

Character x Character

Character x OC

Reader insert

Headcannons

Rarepairs

Found Family situations/Platonic pairings

Fluff/SFW

AUs/Fandom Crossovers (If I am not a part of one of the fandoms in the crossover, that doesn’t mean I won’t write it, but I’m gonna need more information so please PM me with info)

Theories about upcoming content (will tag as spoiler but is not the same as the above)

[For the items with the words “I do not negotiate on this one. “ at the end of them, that means that the request will automatically be denied and you will be blocked if the request contains forbidden topics/themes. Any request breaking rules that I have not explicitly said can be negotiated will be denied]

If you want a request that is NSFW, I'm not against it as my ao3 will surely show you the smut I've written before, however: All requests are to my discretion.

If you have any questions, feel free to PM me or send an ask to clear up anything!

You can send in requests in my PMs or in my ask box!

I hold the right to refuse any request without giving a reason as to why. If your request is denied and you are not anonymous, I will let you know. However, I do not owe you an explanation as to why.

Fandoms I will write for:

(bolded titles means you can find previous fics I've written about this fandom here on tumblr or on ao3 under the same username @/thatringboy. other fandoms are ones I have written for but not posted here or on ao3. I'm also open to exploring new fandoms!)

Percy Jackson

Demon Slayer

My Hero Academia

RWBY

ATLA

Genshin Impact/Honkai Star Rail

Hades game

Cookie Run Kingdom

Buddy Daddies

Heaven Official's Blessing

Six of Crows/Shadow & Bone

Twisted Wonderland

Arcane

Wotakoi: Love is Hard for an Otaku

Wuthering Waves

Jujutsu Kaisen

Dungeon Meshi

Pokemon

Legendborn

Leviathan

[nov4-rocket5]

Not sure why some of FNDM (mostly Seeker) are always so eager to bring up edgy Abused and Neglected Reader fanfic.

Yeah. Terrible fanfiction exists. This isn't a moral failing on anyone's part bro. And nobody I know in RWDE ever defends them either. Lousy fanfiction written by middle schoolers is stupidly low-hanging fruit that really isn't worth much discussion. Especially when Wattpad fanfic has always been completely unhinged.

Seriously, have you looked at any of the other RWBY Reader-Inserts there? When you get to the ones where the Reader is an isekai'd WWII/Vietnam soldier, Chernobyl scientist, or a Soviet, you really quit being shocked.

[foxwitchaine]

For the fic ask game: 3, 6, and 10 ✒️

Oooooh, good ones. Let's see what I've got ^^

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Ohohoho, good one. Good one. I can't really say I have any favorites. But if I were to name one, it would have to be the old fics that paved the way for my partner Rafe and I to succeed. My old Ib fic Please Remember Me is one catalyst that started me on the path to writing online fanfiction and got me out of my shell. Later, Rafe and I tried to do a Noblesse x RWBY crossover... that ultimately ended up flopping. We started to hit our stride with our current ongoing fic The Wolves in the Woods, which is an OC-centric MLB salt fic. I'm hesitant to say it's fully salt since we're just applying the reality hammer to the world of Miraculous Ladybug.

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

All the goshdang time.

I mean, I read just about everything I can get my hands on if it catches my interest. OC x Canon and reader insert romances are among my favorites when they can nail the personality of the canon character. One such fic I utterly adore is LocalPlagueNurse's As Gold as the Ginkgo Trees, which does Zhongli's character justice in a reader insert. Another one I absolutely love is the ongoing (as of this writing) fic The Winding Path of Fate, a Neuvillette-centric reader insert that actually portrays Neuvillette as he is. And he's a challenging one to nail down, I won't lie.

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

😅 ...

Somehow, this felt unavoidable.

But to answer that, there are two fics that got a different response than I was expecting.

Recently, my partner Rafe (he doesn't have a Tumblr) and I tried to dip our toes into Genshin fanfiction while our Miraculous fic is on hiatus due to real life. I'm gonna say it outright that it's entirely on us that it got the tumbleweed response. I suppose I was expecting an onslaught of "wow!" and such after chapter one, but that ended up not happening. In short, we attempted to do another longfic with an OC-centric cast in Fontaine titled Rains Come and Go, but My Love Holds Strong. We were so excited to publish this story that we forgot to do our usual quality checks and that's why it flopped harder than a fish on land.

We've since taken it down after discussing the lackluster reception.

Another fic was a solo project I did when I first got into Twisted Wonderland in mid 2021. It was yet another "OC in Night Raven" fic that ended up getting a lot of traction after Chapter 2.

The very same chapter where my OC Suravi beat the stuffing out of Grim with a broom. It also had the twist of "Yuu" being a pair of siblings who got isekai'd to the world of Twisted Wonderland. I'll stop there to avoid spoiling the whole thing.

I did have to stop that one after real life decided to be a witch. It's currently undergoing a rewrite now that I see all the flaws and plot holes in Round 1. I haven't forgotten about it, I've just had a lot to deal with in real life. But I'm very much looking forward to finishing it after the Diasomnia arc concludes.

Thanks a bunch for the ask. It was hecka fun ^^

[tht0nesimp]

Halloween requests?

I see that Halloween is coming up and if you haven’t seen like…any of my content? You might not know this, but I love writing dark stuff! I don’t know how other events work so I’m just making my own tiny little request event

Up until the day after Halloween, I basically will write kind of horror/Spooky stuff! So like here’s some ideas I’ve seen from like other events…..

Watching horror movies with (INSERT)

Slasher/Horror character x reader

Miscellaneous characters like serial killer, sadist, etc

Darkfic with INSERT

Dark topic/concept/idea with INSERT

Other Halloween dark stuff!

So please, don’t be a stranger! Rules still apply and here’s some reminders of my big fandoms/characters

HxH

Mahito

RWBY

(Teen) Liquid snake

(Teen)Psychomantis

Alright, I’m gonna go slither into my favorite writers windows and nibble on their thoughts like a hamster!