#answer prompt

[rwac96]

What is Pyrrha's reaction to DILF Jaune?

"It's been a long time, hasn't it, Partner?" The Rusted Knight was revealed to be a bearded, slightly aged, and weary Jaune Arc to Pyrrha Nikos.

"...Daddy~," the Mistral Champion simply said, much to Jaune's confusion and embarrassment as she played with her red ponytail.

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

"The first step to fixing a problem is admitting you have a problem"

"No, I'm not fixing my problem. I'm just self aware"

Could be Langst or Klance or both

I give you klangst 

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Lance politely excused himself from the conversation he found himself in, borderline storming out of the ballroom. He mumbled curses under his breath as he headed to the observatory deck. 

He always came here when he was upset or missing home more than usual, usually the former than the latter. 

He plopped down on the steps, hugging his waist. Stupid mullet, stupid mister perfect. He could oversleep every single day and yell at everyone and still be the #1 best teammate. He looked up at the stars, begging for some peacefulness. I hate him. 

Okay, hate is a strong word, Lance felt the opposite regarding his fellow team member. He had a ridiculously unrequited crush on him. He knew it wasn’t Keith’s fault he was prone to jealousy and didn’t know how to manage it. It wasn’t Keith's fault that he compared nearly every aspect of himself to him. It wasn’t Keith's fault he was just Lance. 

Lance was always an insecure guy, being the youngest meant he had to fight for attention. His parents loved him and he knew he was loved but he never felt good enough; it was a weird feeling.

He just wanted to feel worthy for once. He wanted to be applauded for something he did, for a plan he created, for saving a species, for something.

Tonight just tipped him over the edge a bit. He and Keith had infiltrated a ship together, stopping a new Galran weapon from destroying an entire planet.

It was Lance's idea to go on the ship, it was Lance's idea to have the team distract the fighters from the sky as Keith and Lance made their way through. Keith had tagged along due to his Galra biology and he opened the doors for him. It was all Lance's idea.

So why did Keith get all the praise at the celebration?

The team clapped with everyone else and Lance gave a couple of weak claps before leaving. Lance didn't feel part of the team, he didn't feel valued as a team member, and he just wanted to leave.

He wanted to take Blue and just fly anywhere that wasn't the castle or the Galran empire. He knew he was being selfish. The team wasn't even aware of his issue so he couldn't really blame them.

He really hated his mind most of the time. He rationally knew he was valued and wanted but most of the time he couldn't convince himself that he was.

"Thought you'd be in here." Keith's voice rang in the darkness of the room and Lance rolled his eyes.

"What? Already tired of people chanting your name? Go, Keith! Our savior." He wrapped his arms around his knees, pressing his forehead against them.

He heard Keith sigh and take a couple of steps into the room. "If you didn't run away so fast you would have heard Allura correct them. Tell everyone you came up with the plan."

Lance scoffed, "sure whatever."

"I'm serious." He heard Keith sit down next to him, keeping distance between them.

"Wow one point for Lance, like twenty for Keith."

He heard Keith groan in frustration. "I'm sorry you hate me. But if I can make you hate me any less could you please tell me?" Keith said in a slight huff.

"I don't hate you."

"You don't like me."

"It's not," Lance lifted his head up slightly, not being able to face the other boy. "I'm just, angry with myself."

"Why do you take it out on me?" Keith's voice was laced with slight anger.

"I don't know."

"Bullshit. Ever since we save Shiro on Earth you've been trying to start something with me."

"Maybe I don't like your mullet." Lance turned to face him, Keith staring back at him with fire in his eyes.

"It's not a mullet!"

"Yes, it is!" Lance stood up, staring down at the other boy. "If you took like a minute to look at yourself in a mirror you would see that it's a mullet."

Keith stood up, "why are you obsessed with my hair?"

"It's not just your hair."

Keith crossed his arms, "what else do you hate about me then?"

"Just-Just you're perfect at everything! You're Keith Kogane! Shiro borderline adopted brother. You've never been scolded or belittled or told to do better. I'm just a fucking boy from Cuba stuck in space with mister can-do-no-wrong constantly reminded that I'll never be up to your standards. Or anyone's standards. The only thing I have on you is I didn't flunk out from the Garrison. Even when you were still top of the class." Lance looked at the ground, "I only go fighter because you left."

"Lance-"

"And maybe I'm just upset because I want to have that." He looked back up at the other boy, who was staring back at him with a somber expression. "I want for once to be the center of praise or approval. Not begging for someone to just acknowledge what I'm capable of."

Lance shifted his gaze up, looking out into the stars. "I'm the youngest, and they say the youngest gets spoiled but by the time I was born all my siblings were in high school. They were going into college, getting scholarships, and I was just...left behind." He wrapped his arms around his waist, "my family loves me. I know they do, but I always felt left out."

"I always wanted to find my place somewhere, somewhere I felt important or needed. Then you," he brought his gaze back down towards the other boy, "had to come into space with us and once again," his voice became barely a whisper. "I'm in someone's shadow."

Neither spoke for what felt like forever, the silence looming over them like a fog.

"I didn't know you felt like that."

Lance rolled his eyes, plopping back down on the step with a huff.

Keith looked down at him, "I'm serious."

"Okay."

Keith returned to his spot next to Lance, the air tenser between them. "You're not just a boy from Cuba, I hope you know that."

"I'm not much here. Just the 7th wheel if you ask me."

Keith shook his head, "I'm sorry you feel like that but Lance, you're more than that. You're vital to the team."

Lance scoffed, "sure."

Keith released a small sigh, "I'm serious. Without you, we wouldn't be Voltron."

"Allura can fly blue."

"So what?!"

Lance turned his head at the boy's outburst, his shoulders rising and falling as he tried to compose himself. "So I'm not needed."

"So that's it?! Someone else could fly your lion so you have no worth all of a sudden? You have worth, you are a part of this team you're-"

"I'm leaving the team." Lance surprised himself. He had always entertained the thought but he never spoke the words out loud.

Keith sucked in a quick breath, clearly not expecting those words to be said. "What?"

Lance took a shaky breath, keeping his eyes trained forward on nothing in particular. "I'm leaving the team. No matter what I do I'm not needed here."

"Jesus Lance, listen to what you're saying. If you didn't come up with your plan on that ship we would have been captured or killed. You did that, if you weren't here no one would have thought of that."

"You don't know that Keith."

"Well, you seem to act like you know what our lives would be like if you left." Keith's voice sounded a bit sharp in the quiet of the room and Lance couldn't blame him. If the roles were reversed he would be just as upset as Keith.

"I just want to belong."

Keith's face fell slightly and his body relaxed ever so slightly. "I'm sorry you feel like you don't. I wasn't aware you felt like that. I don't think any of us were."

Lance opened his mouth to respond but no words tumbled out. He suddenly realized how exposed he felt, how he basically spilled every insecurity he ever felt in his life to his crush. "I need to go."

He stood up, making a beeline towards the door, a gloved hand grabbing his arm and twisting him around. He was face to face with Keith, a bit closer than they usually stood. "You have a problem."

"Excuse me?"

Keith shook his head, "that came out wrong. I just...look I'm not good with words but you need help? Support I don't know."

Lance looked down at Keith's finger wrapped around his arm.

"The team will want to help you, I want to help you. Please just, don't leave before we get the chance." Keith looked down at his own hand, then back up at Lance's face. "Shiro used to say that the first step to fixing a problem is admitting you have a problem."

Lance met his eyes, quickly shifting his gaze to the scenery beside his head. "No, I'm not fixing my problem. I'm just self-aware. Me leaving will at least be a step towards something." He tried to turn again but he couldn't shake his arm from Keith's grasp. "Let me go."

"I can't. Not until you listen to me."

Lance stopped fighting against his teammate, this might be the last time he was able to touch Keith in any capacity so he might as well savor it. "I'm listening then."

Keith gave him a slow nod. "You're part of this team. Without you, we wouldn't have been able to access the Blue lion. She was waiting for you, Lance. You fought Sendek, you've come up with plans on the fly, you make the team laugh, you just...without you we wouldn't be the team we are today."

Lance didn't say anything, just simply staring at the spot beside Keith.

"You're our sharpshooter, you've saved all of our asses more times than we can count. We can explain how you feel to the team. We can all advocate for you, get you the credit you deserve." Keith tightened his hold on his arm ever so slightly, "please I don't want to lose you."

Lance was leaning forward before he could stop himself, softly pressing his lips against Keith's. He tried to pull back, but Keith held him close, holding on to him like he was a life raft.

When they eventually separated Lance slid his arm out of Keith's grasp. "I'm sorry," and he quickly left the room, trying to decide if he should go lay down or go get an escape pod.

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Ambiguous ending? I just,,,love writing angst sorry not sorry.

I hope I did this idea justice <3

Thank you <333

[rhomellegacy]

Hot damn! (take your pick)

“Lord Yuned’rar yes, I saw him at the Party. Saw a lot of people there, the Empire’s best and brightest and even best looking. He was kinda... I think shy? Mousy? Didn’t talk much. At the risk of being a jerk, gonna say 4 outta 10. Maybe if he stops hiding behind his lek and that other guy, haha.” --Khireno

[itsupermanti]

What's your favorite fairy tale?

Interesting question, but okay.

I’d say, that my favorite fairytale is “The Boy who Cried Wolf”, due to it’s unique nature of serving as a cautionary tale.

[procrazedfan]

10 for Junior. 14 for Chastity. 6 for Poppy. 3 for Lucius

Junior - He is confident and sometimes a bit sassy behind the computer screen/hologram or around his friends. Around his family, he has no self-esteem. His dad has a tendency to pull a Ted Cruz with the Austrailian public and throws his kid under the bus. That combined with sheer neglect/parenting with technology, Seth, his grandparents, and Uncle Pickles have no clue that this kid can talk at all.

Chastity- 5 years ago, she was in the tail end of middle school. She developed early, leading her to be the unwanted object of affection from boys and men and unasked for jealousy from her mom and other girls her age. She never thought she would have genuine guy friends or play in a band.

Poppy- She misses being a Klokateer in that it was a rough and tumble culture where she could express herself more freely with her fists and couldbe more crass, but she also understands that what she is doing is a mission of high importance.

Lucius - He was used to putting his own emotional needs on the backburner to accommodate the intensity of his life, which led to a lack of how to emotionally regulate. So he lets all the feelings sadness, rage, everything, build slowly. When he cries, that's when you know he's at the end of his rope. And he can't stop it. It's the same with his rage.

He gets some emotional regulation when he's with his friends, Sköll, and Poppy, more often, but he has to learn to communicate and be honest with himself and others about how he feels.

[faithbringers]

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Send me a ◆ and I'll rate how well I think you portray your muse

{it’s complicated bc you’re canon divergent, i have no standards, but i’ve read some of your rp’s n.n}

Muses Personality: okay| great| feaking amazing!| OMG HOW DO YOU HAVE THEIR PERSONALITY DOWN THAT WELL

-[I hoped she’d be more kind with yordles]

Muses Speech: okay| great| freaking amazing!| YOU SOUND JUST LIKE THEM!

[she’s a queen X3]

Muns Writing Skills: good| great| freaking amazing!| HOW DO YOU WRITE THIS WELL I DON’T UNDERSTAND

[simple, and gets all the emotions needed, i only see a lack of environment details but overall you’re really good n.n, and i’m not good with customized text like you ;w; ]

@heart-theft

[rwac96]

Savage Pyrrha- When she meets Jaune's family she wanted things to be normal. But when they make jokes about her being way above Jaune's level... that is when she doesn't give a fuck. She praises Jaune of how good he is in spite of his parent's lack in support. And then proceeds to tell them that she is going to ride him all night long tonight until she is pregnant with his child. She will make them regret making jokes on Jaune's expense.

Pyrrha thought things would be normal, at least that's what she thought. Though, Jaune's comments on his sisters 'placing him in dresses' should've been signs she should've taken. She already listened to Weiss putting down her leader and lover over and over again, she could mistake his sisters for making jokes about him being the usual sibling squabbles. But listening to his own parents' lack of faith in their only son was the last straw for the Mistrial Champion. When his mother said that she could 'do so much better', her savage side was let out.

"Will you utter jackasses SHUT THE FUCK UP?!" Pyrrha hollered at the top of her lungs, causing nine pairs of eyes to stare at her in shock. "Is this all you people do, put him down?!"

"It's...it's just a joke," one of the blonde twin Arc girls said, ignoring the fact that The Pyrrha Nikos had shouted the 'F-Word' in their household.

"Jokes are something everyone can laugh at together," Pyrrha corrected the girl, "what you're doing is laughing at your only brother's expense, you dense twat!"

"Hey now!" Saphron Cotta Arc spoke up, as she covered baby Adrian's ears, "You can't just--!"

"Oh, me swearing? Yet you mocking your brother around your nephew is expert fucking parenting," she rolled her emerald eyes. "Jaune worked his ass off to get where he is now! He nearly got fucking killed, he got harassed by four douchebags, and don't get me started on that twig of an heiress!"

"You mean Weiss--?" Terra spoke up, but her wife quickly placed a hand over her lips.

"He kept going, and I helped him to get better, academically, as a leader, and as a fighter!" Pyrrha stands up, grabbing hold of her lover's wrist. "While you jackasses think about that shit, I'll be upstairs in Jaune's childhood room and riding his big thick cock all night long!!"

"I...I don't think that's appropriate," Papa Arc began to speak but was met with the Champion's unamused glare.

"Says the man with eight kids!" She walks toward the stairs with Jaune in tow, "Oh, and expect another grandchild, Mr. & Mrs. Arc."

[georgialandersllclifecoach]

Mental Health

How do you practice self-care? Walking meditating on the word Mindfulness Nature Prayer Get in my garden Talk to my heavenly Father Sit still ( quietness ) Self-Love Being alone  Meditation Monday with Georgia Self-Care

[s-creations]

I'll choose 9 and 21 for the ask post c:

(Link to Post)

9. When is your birthday?

March 14th baby! Pi day! Woo!

21. How was your day today? 

In a word:

Stressful

I'm not going to go into detail because I do want to keep my work and personal life pretty separate. But I'm currently working with a lot of paperwork, numbers (which I strongly dislike math) and there's a big deal line looming over the horizon.

[itsupermanti]

Your Reincarnated Pyrrha AU gave me the idea that Jaune and Ruby would name second child Penny, maybe third child Summer, basically after people they have lost, to the point a friend (not sure which) jokingly asks what are they going to name their next kid once they run out of dead friend’s names. Needless to say, nobody liked that.

Just a thought that made me laugh and wanted to share.

I figured that they’d do that to.

[crescentslash]

♣

Send me a ♣ for my characters thoughts during any general conversation between your and my character

“Demacians and Noxians. Both the same pretentious fools. Differing goals, one hell bent to chaos and the other to law and order. Yet, one openly shows their path to power, the other simply hides their filth under glitz and gold.

Perhaps they are worse than the Noxians themselves.”

[waywardtravelerxiv]

📢 - Does your muse have a loud personality or a quiet one? Do they enjoy being the center of attention, or would they rather watch and listen?

Desi is naturally quiet, I think, but he comes off as loud due to his bad social skills in Eorzea; But I think he definitely enjoys attention coming his way more than he would be willing to admit.

[rwac96]

Is their anyone who can match Pyrrha's thirst for Jaune?

"T-Thirst?!" The Mistral Champion sputtered, her cheeks gaining a pink tinge. "I-I am not thirsty--!!" Pyrrha denied, folding her arms over her bust, but found herself interrupted.

"You're thirsty for him, P-Money," Yang teased her with a cheeky grin, which made the redhead's cheeks turn red as her hair.

As Pyrrha huffed, listening to the snickering of Ruby and Nora, Blake simply smiled at the exchange, and Ren exhales while enjoying his tea. Weiss rolled her ice-blue eyes, still uncertain of what the famed Champion sees in Jaune, who was in her opinion loveable, but a goofball. As Pyrrha was about to get into an argument with Yang, a loud 'manly' shout was heard; which was obviously from the redhead's object of affection. They turn to see Jaune Arc, who was being fondled by a black-haired girl in dark colors, who strangely resembled Weiss.

"Oh, no," the Schnee Heiress groaned in dread, "not her. Please, not her!"

"C'mon, Darling," Bleiss Gele says to the flustered swordsman, his cheeks crimson as she had her hands on his crotch and abdomen. "I thought you like getting hugs~?"

"There's a difference between hugs," Jaune clarifies to the Atlesian Blacksheep, "and fondling people in public, Bleiss!!"

As the crass, vulgar dark mirror of Weiss continued to harass the young blonde; Weiss and Pyrrha glared at the scene taking place. For Weiss, it was unpleasant to be related to the girl who resembled her, if she was a profanity-ridden, lustful banshee. Even though she was given away by their father to keep up the facade of him being a natural Schnee instead of marrying into the family, Bleiss' attitude made it difficult to relate to her. Plus, her sexually harassing Jaune was something utterly degenerate in her eyes. For Pyrrha, it was rage-inducing to meet an unpleasant version of Weiss. Sure, the white-haired Glyph Maker was difficult to get along with in the beginning, but she eventually grew on her in time. Bleiss, however, was everything opposite of Weiss and yet more unbearable. Plus, seeing her getting too close to Jaune made her blood boil.

"Oh, great," Yang said with a groan, "it's M-Rated Weiss." She exhaled, placing her cheek against her right hand. "Just, great," she said sarcastically.

"To think she makes Weiss, in the beginning, look like a saint," Blake said, which earned her an annoyed sneer from her teammate. "I'm just stating the truth," the Cat Faunus replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Yeesh," Nora grimaced as she watched Jaune back away from the approaching Bleiss, "talk about a greater thirst, huh Pyr-Pyr?" Nora turns to her teammate, who was cracking her knuckles.

"Her again," Pyrrha said as she rises from her seat, walking up to Bleiss and getting in between her and her leader/teammate/crush. "That's enough, Bleiss!"

"Hey," the Schnee Blacksheep scowls, "fuck off, Cereal Bitch! I was talking with Darling first~." She flutters her eyelashes toward Jaune, who gulped in response.

"You mean harassing him," she replied, wrapping her arm around Jaune's. "Bleiss, you do remember Goodwitch's warning, right?"

"When it comes to my fuckable himbo," the black-haired twin replies, huffing. "I don't give a fuck what Goodbitch says!"

"Bleiss, I swear," Pyrrha grits her teeth, "if you as so much attempt anything untoward--!"

"Rich," Bleiss snickered, "coming from a bitch thirsty as me, Cereal Bitch. At least I'm honest," she smiles smugly, which made the Champion's anger rise.

'I swear to the Brothers,' Pyrrha thought, gritting her teeth. 'I am going to punch this harlot's teeth in!'

"Yeesh," another feminine voice spoke up, this time it was mature but it wasn't one of the professors. "girls, give a guy some breathing room."

Bleiss, Pyrrha, and Jaune turn to a tall, voluptuous woman with long brunette hair flowing behind her approaching the trio. She wore a black, tight-hugging dress that clung to her hourglass figure. She stared at the situation with concerned chocolate eyes, though her gaze mainly focused on the hoodie-wearing knight. As she moved toward Jaune, pushing Pyrrha aside; they noticed that her ample bust was bigger than Yang's, and her wide hips made Blake's look slim. She pulls the swordsman into a hug, specifically placing his cheek against her bust; the top of her dress has a small cross between her breasts, holding them together like straps. She pats the other side of the blonde's face while pushing it against her chest, which made him blush greatly.

"You two should be ashamed of yourselves," the brunette scolds the two girls, "it's unbecoming of a Champion of Mistral, and certainly unbecoming of a Schnee, regardless if she's disowned."

"Excuse me," Pyrrha spoke up as if her rage was given another boost. "Unbecoming?!"

"The fuck you say, bitch?!" Bleiss grabs hold of Bitchbreaker's handle, preparing to unsheathe it, "Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

"Kendra Otani," she answers the Schnee Blacksheep, turning away from the two girls; beginning to take Jaune in tow. "a friend of his sister's, and someone who needs to keep him away from hormonal lil' hooligans." She caresses his cheek, "Isn't that right, baby~?"

"I...Uh," Jaune stammers, his entire face red and his brain becoming fried. "Uh, sure thing."

Team RWBY, the remaining Team JNPR, and Bleiss Gele watched with widened eyes. Blinking for a few seconds, before the black-haired diva opened her mouth.

"THAT CUNT!!" Bleiss shouts at the top of her lungs, "How dare she snatch Darling away from me?!"

"I don't know who that is," Pyrrha said, as she caresses Auko gently, "but I would like to have a 'talk' with her."

(Kendra Otani created by @rwbysmut4life)

[georgialandersllclifecoach]

The day my grandbaby

[sucktacular]

purple and yellow!!

Purple: describe yourself in three words

OH GOD OKAY UH 1) QUIET2) TIRED3) LAID BACK?yellow:favourite time of day? why?

THE EVENINGBecause the sun isnt super hot and lovely dim lighting and a nice cooler breeze (SWEATER WEATHER) and walking and adventures are so much better and it’s just so beautiful

[itsupermanti]

I must thank you, the story idea of Pyrrha being reincarnated as Ruby and Jaune’s child has filled me with so many fun and fluffy ideas. I know these happy feeling will be needed for tomorrow’s episode haha.

You’re welcome!