#assume things about saph

[dear-ao3]

you will be lactose intolerant

is that a threat

[marcsnuffy]

I don't think that differently about Kaiser now

[sweetandscarlet]

sub rosa - pt 1

warnings: handmaiden!reader, queen!wanda, slight jealously, wanda being an overprotective mommy, mention of beheadings. smut coming soon !

words: 1.8k

an: hi all! i haven't written or posted any work in so long so i'm breaking this one shot up into 2 parts just to play the field a little and see how well it receives. - saph xo

as you walked through the castle halls your hands fidgeted slightly behind you as they rested against the small of your back, your eyes stayed trained on red locks that swayed gently in front of you and every so often they'd flicker to the tall man who walked alongside the woman you worked for.

you tried not to pay attention to their conversation, instead, you focused on the details that lay before you. the walls that were decorated in gold, the maximoff family crest that had been sewn onto red banners that hung gloriously, and the gentle breeze blowing through the golden tassels that were attached at the bottom. 

you distracted yourself with anything you could see, letting your mind focus on the elements of your adopted home instead of letting jealous thoughts eat away at you as a rabid dog would to a rabbit.

"i suppose that's all for now, ser jarvis. will you be attending the celebration tonight? it wouldn't be a true carnival without the commanding officer there to toast with me"

your head turned towards the redhead, your feet coming to an instant halt as you awaited the goodbye you had been patiently anticipating for the last hour.

"of course, your majesty" the tall man nodded with a smile, his left hand never faltering from the handle of his sword. "i can imagine my men will drink the castle dry after the battle we endured"

the redhead smiled back in response before turning away, the heels of her shoes clicking with every confident step she took as she continued her walk through the halls. you scrambled behind her, your feet hurrying to catch up with her pace.

as you eventually returned to the redhead's side, you cleared your throat before speaking. "wanda, i'm not a knight by any means but.. are you sure this battle is won? starks men grow fewer every day but he still has thousands left remaining, he could-"

wanda's head whipped to where you stood, an eyebrow quirking slightly as green eyes bore into you. "what have i told you about calling me that outside of my chambers? if anyone hears you addressing me as anything other than 'your majesty' then they'll be bright enough to assume the queen is spineless by letting her handmaiden speak to her that way"

your eyes widened slightly, your hands once again fidgeting behind you as you realise your mistake. "i- i'm sorry, your majesty. it won't happen again, i promise"

a smile itched at wanda's lips as she scanned the delicate features of your face, warmth swirling deeply in her chest as she gazed upon you. "good girl, now follow me.. i have some more business to attend to and your presence is the only thing right now that's keeping me sane"

an airy chuckle escapes your lips and you nod your head in response. your fingers twitch as the urge to run your hand down the length of wanda's arm inches its way into your mind but as always, you know better than that. so instead you busy yourself with the material of your dress, allowing the fabric to course through delicate fingers and ease the desire to touch the woman before you.

ᗢ

"your majesty, if i may.." all heads that are gathered around the table at the small council meeting turn towards yelena, a savvy blonde woman with a thick russian accent who sits to the left of the queen. with her striking nobility and tranquillity, you have never doubted the famously significant role 'knight of house maximoff' being handed to the blonde. apart from you, yelena is the only other person in the walls of her kingdom that wanda trusts wholeheartedly.

as all eyes focus on yelena, you watch as wanda gently nods toward her, granting her permission to speak freely.

"i've conversed with my sister up north and she feels it important to continue your alliance with the house of harkness. with the numeral amount of men pledged by her side and her domain over wheat and rice, we'd solely benefit during this war and the harsh winter that threatens our people and this land"

wanda hums at the thought and you can see the gears turning in her mind. "alright, you make a great point yelena, thank you. could you send a raven and tell her-"

"your majesty.. wait, do you think it to be wise to have your handmaiden involved in our small council meetings? for all we know she could be travelling to stark and disclosing all of the delicate information that we share in this very room"

your eyes widen as they shoot toward a voice on your far right, one that belongs to a tall, well-built man named steve, wanda's master of the coin. his narrow gaze never falters on you, causing you to avert your eyes back to wanda. you swallow a lump of humiliation, mentally willing away the tears that threaten to spill at any given moment.

wanda clears her throat, placing her hands on the large oak table situated in front of her before rising from her seat. the chair scrapes against the floor and all heads quickly turn back to the queen, seemingly copying her action until all members of the council are stood, including steve.

"no no, everyone remain in your seats.." the sound of wood scraping the floor returns once again as they obey the command. "apart from you steve, stay on your feet"

the arrogant expression stutters on the tall man's face, his features altering to a more concerned state.

"everyone, please let steve be an example to all of you as to why you shouldn't voice your apprehensions towards me unless i grant it. y/n.." wanda motions a hand to you, her hard expression faltering for a split second when her eyes fall upon you before it quickly reverts back to a stern gaze. "has been my handmaiden for quite some time now and she is someone whom i trust greatly. anyone who has hardship with her, has hardship with me, your queen. so i suggest you all choose your words carefully in future, or i'm afraid heads will roll"

you turn your attention back to steve who now stands frigid and skittish, his eyes bulging out of his sockets at the mere threat. it's a sight that almost makes you laugh but you swallow the motion down and remain collected.

"do i make myself clear?" wanda spits, the flat of her palms moving from the wood to bunch into fists, her knuckles turning white at the pressure.

a collective of "yes, your majesty" quickly sings out into the room.

wanda smiles at that before returning to the comfort of her seat. "steve, you can sit now. if we've all finished voicing our useless opinions, let's get back to what's important shall we?"

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heels clicked furiously in front of you as you struggle to keep up with such an intense pace. it was evident that wanda was still rattled by steve's comment regarding you, and you couldn't help but feel warmth and the familiar sensation of butterflies swirling around in your chest at the rage and protectiveness she was struggling to maintain.

"your majesty.." you gasped out, your feet practically dragging across the floor as you failed to match wanda's speed. "please, slow down. i don't care for what happened, steve he-"

"i care!" wanda bellowed, her voice practically roaring with fury as she whipped her head around to face you. your feet came to a quick halt, your body only stopping a few inches away from the redhead. "and so should you, he has no right to be speaking of you in that manner, you're just as important as him, if not more"

your eyes darted around, worry growing quickly as the realisation hit that you still were yet to reach the queen's chambers and that anybody could overhear this conversation. "my love, please.. someone could hear us" you uttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

wanda sighed, her chest heaving greatly as the weight of your words set in. she quickly scanned the halls and when she was sure it was void of people, she grasped your hand in hers and tugged you down the hallway to your left and toward her chambers.

when you and wanda eventually reach the entrance to her room she pushes open the heavy door with her free hand before promptly ushering you inside, she nudges it closed and then turns the large silver key until she hears a loud click, indicating it is locked and you were both safe to speak freely.

"i apologise for my outburst," wanda starts as she turns her body to face you, her features now softened and movements gentle as she steps toward you. "but i won't apologise for protecting you and your feelings. i care about you too much to let some narrow-minded prick think he can convey his opinions regarding who sits in on my small council meetings"

you emulate wanda's actions and step forward, seemingly closing the gap between you until you can feel the redhead's hot breath hit the cool skin of your nose. wanda's eyes stay trained on yours and it takes everything in you not to nervously avert your gaze. raising your hands slightly you cusp one of wanda's, your thumb stroking delicately on her soft skin.

"thank you, wanda, it means more than you know to hear that" your voice is gentle as you speak, something wanda admires greatly. the way words ostensibly sound as sweet as honey while they roll off of your tongue with complete unrestraint. "and i must admit, watching you defend my honour like that.. it evokes something in me that i can't explain"

wanda quirks an eyebrow at that, the corner of her lips upturning in a slight smirk. "oh? care to elaborate, darling?"

the knots in your stomach tighten slightly as wanda wiggles her hand out of your soft grasp and snakes her arms around the small of your back, pulling your bodies flush together.

the way her voice drops slightly and her tone swiftly switches to a teasing one never fails to elite a fire within you.

"well, i-"

a knock at the chamber door echoes throughout the room and wanda groans in frustration at the sudden interference. green eyes disappear as her eyelids flutter closed, and you watch the queen inhale deeply before you're once again faced with her captivatingly piercing embers.

a small chuckle escapes your lips and you lean forward, placing a chaste kiss on her now flushed-rosy pink cheeks. "go on, your majesty. duty calls.. i'll be here waiting patiently for your return"

wanda entraps her bottom lip between pearly white teeth with a soft hum, her eyelids growing hooded at your use of her title. "god, words can’t express how much i love it when you call me that”

[fulltimesapphic]

When I joined tumblr it was first because I was shocked I could. Then it was for the fan stuff. Then it was so I could post some crappy shitty Azicrow one-shot that was sadly (not really) lost when I deleted my old account. Then I found something. I found friends, I found some fake parents, I found a kid, I found a brother.... and I found you.

@sparrow-the-tired-lesbian around Christmas time (2023) we started flirting. As a joke at first. We strictly used /j's and I once even asked you if it was ok that we were like hardcore flirting because "I do that with all my friends" I cringe at that by the way. Then we started using /hj's and a few less /p's. Then we dropped even the /hj's. And on December 26th I told you that I had feelings for you.

Now I didn't know what it meant or what we could even do because at the time I was trying to figure things out with my ex. I didn't know a lot but I did know that I used to love her and now I love you.

And that feeling hasn't changed. We talked about it, I still have screenshots from it because you were so kind and so patient. I thought you were the prettiest person l'd ever seen and to top it all off you were nice and loving and smart.

It took my ex a little convincing but when I told her that I had fallen for someone else who gave me what I needed without me having ask she let me go. After that I ran to tell you and I was so excited to start something with you. Later that night (Dec 31st) you said “Your partner (?) with the shitty humor made a joke about “kerchoosing you” which ok hold on

You were so kind and considerate to not want to assume anything. Respecting boundaries is super hot btw

You have such a weird sense of humor and I will always Kerchoose you

You are kind, smart, beautiful, you make stupid jokes and make wonderful music. You care for me when I’m struggling and aren’t afraid to ask me for help.

You’ve called me Babe, Baby, Saph, Snoth, Bug and so much more. Once you called me darling and when I asked you if you could not you said absolutely and changed it. You also asked if I wanted you to call me by my irl name.

You have helped me start to love things about myself. To love myself as a whole. Things that I used to hate about myself I can look at with love because you love them. You have helped me learn things about myself and start to learn who I could be.

I have gotten so much better, so much happier because I have you to lean on if I need it. And you have me to lean on as well.

I still have my ups and downs and so do you. But when have those moments we know that we can go to each other. And I think that is so special.

I know that if I’m hating myself I can text you something random and you will make everything so much better. You deserve so much mon coeur.

I just know that when we meet (I look at that moment with a when not an if) I’m going to hold you in my arms for as long as we can stand it.

Thank you for helping me realize that I deserve be loved and that I deserve a safe place. That I deserve a home.

It’s hard to think that we haven’t know each other our whole lives, I hope to spend the rest of mine with you

Thank you Sparrow. From the bottom of my heart. And from the rest of my heart.

Happy brithday birdie

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Shark arc the little arc girl oscar Whitley on date

Oscar: So. You would like to date us?

Olivia, tail swishing behind her: Yes! Exactly! You both know my brother, and are both very Cute~

Whitley: I only know your brother because He's dating my Sister.

Olivia: If we get married first it isn't a problem.

Weiss: *hiding in a bush* Oh I'm going to skin her-

Jaune: *Hiding with her* Ahem.

Weiss: ... Some. Potatoes.

Oscar: Well ... She's not wrong?

Whitley: Okay, assuming they marry first, given that they've been in a relationship longer than we would have been, what happens then?

Olivia: Well I've been looking into the laws-

Jaune: She's been studying?!?

Olivia: -and so long as we don't share a common ancestor within the last four generations, everything is legally fine.

Weiss: is it uncommon for her to study?

Jaune: The only things she studies are animal tracks! She must be serious about this.

Whitley: But won't it be weird?

Olivia: I mean yeah? But what part of our lives isn't. Well, most of that come from our siblings, so why toss the ball the other way for once?

Whitley: ... I'm listening.

Olivia: As much as my brother, Saph, and An' want to think of me as a kid, I gotta show 'em I'm growin' up. And yah do truly interest me. Both of yah.

Oscar: ... What's up with your voice?

Olivia: Oh! Sorry about that. It kinda slips out when I don't keep track of it!

Weiss: Wow. Did you know she did that?

Weiss: Jaune?

Jaune: *Is missing*

Olivia: Wait Jaune where did you come from?!?

Jaune: WHO MADE YOU HIDE YOUR ACCENT!

Olivia: Jaune! Relax it's ... Fine! I'm getting over it!

Jaune: I NEED NAMES!

Olivia: Look, Amile apologized-

Jaune: Amile Corsive? THEY SHALL PAY!

Weiss: Jaune wait!

Whitley: Sister!?! What are you doing here!?

Oscar: Were you WATCHING us!?

Yang: Of course we were! You're like our little brother!

WOW: YANG!?!

Olivia: *Clinging to Jaune's leg* Jaune stop! Jaune stop! Jaune stop!

Jaune: DEUS VULT!

[binickandros]

wip game

I was tagged by @anniecrestaodairs, @staceymcgillicuddy, and @erythromanc3r. Thank you and huzzah!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

I name all my wip files hellcheer-whatever, so assume that all of these have hellcheer as the first word!

Salt

Saph

Lost

Demonc

Supersecretproject113

10things

Gap

A couple of things Dylan and I are writing together, also hellcheer:

Megstiel

Teacher

I’m not sure who to tag because I’ve seen this around so much lately but ummm @uwusillygirl, @cyraclove, and @floggingink

[oh-shtars]

@signed-sapphire

Ooooh Saph! That’s actually an interesting question! ✨✨

So how would RFTS!Starsha deal with the KOW!villains…?

I had to think about this. I guess it depends if the duo are just suddenly plopped into the KOW!universe while still retaining their respective backstories in my AU. Or are we assuming they went through the same thing as KOW!Starsha?

I’m going to be assuming the former, because RFTS!Starsha are who they are now because of their original lore. You know what they say. “Your past experiences shape who you are today.”

It’s kinda difficult to imagine it since the KOW!storyline and RFTS!storyline are sooooo different. I don’t know 🤷 😂

But RFTS!Asha, I believe, would be a lot more slow to taking action since she’s less confident than KOW!Asha. Something’s going to have to happen to reaaaaally push her forward. That’s why I put a deadline in my story (Rosas’ 100th Anniversary). Her greatest trait is her love and empathy for those around her, so it was her driving force to fight through her comfort zone to protect the ones she loves before it’s too late.

But other than that, she will do anything at all costs for her friends, family and kingdom. Like KOW!Asha :D.

So it would probably go down the same way with her.

……..

RFTS!Star on the other hand? Ohohoho- Let me tell you 😂😂. KOW!Magnifico would DESPISE him…

I remember that KOW!Mag loves his spotlight, right? Make himself look grand in front of his people? And you know how when first encountering Aster and Asha, he made the fakest ever sympathetic introduction?

Well RFTS!Star ain’t having none of that. He’s seen Mag’s face and that’s way more than enough proof that he’s a terrible person. That king has got the bad vibes. So he would already be dashing away with RFTS!Asha before KOW!Mag could even finish one complete sentence. And suddenly, Magnifico’s job got a lot harder.

Greetings? No. Fake compliments? Nope. Favours or deals? Not buying it. Just hear him out at least? Nuh-uh. Dramatic Monologue? Pfft- no bye.

(Little Context: RFTS!Mag didn’t bother to hide his dark side from Star. He’s a lot more straight-forward compared to KOW!Mag. He’s less show-y, I think?? RFTS!Mag likes his fun but doesn’t like waiting or dragging it out for too long or make it a show for Rosas. He doesn’t even care about them in the first place. So RFTS!Star doesn’t bother hearing out people who he decides is very bad news.)

And now, poor, poor KOW!Magnifico can’t even do one of the things he loves best with this boy or even approach a kilometre from him or RFTS!Asha.

Even if Star does stay long enough for Mag to speak a word, the Peter Pan side of him shows. Remember how he likes frustrating or annoying people he doesn’t like? Come on, you seriously think I’d make Starboy not even an ounce mischievous??

I’d think their interaction would be something like this scene from “Finding Dory:” But minus Dory’s forgetful innocence and replace it with Star being a mischievous troll while staying out of reach. Magnifico is approaching his last nerve. LMAO-

(RFTS!Star is mute and speaks in sign or stardust, so can we pretend KOW!Mag is fluent in it just for simplicity’s sake?)

…..

KOW!Mag (Trying to hang on to his sanity): “You want to go back home to the sky, don’t you? Whoo, that’s a hard wish, kid. Forget about it at this point. Unless…. Well, there IS one thing I could think of to help you with that…”

RFTS!Star (sarcastically): “You can? Well, why didn’t you just say so before? Actually, why didn’t I think of that??”

(KOW!Mag had been trying to catch him for the past few hours and is trying to not let his eye twitch.)

KOW!Mag: “Hehe yes. You see, if you could just…come a little bit closer… maybe I can see what we can do here-“

RFTS!Star: “Sorry, I thought I saw a butterfly. Aren't they just the cutest little things??”

KOW!Mag: “I-…..JUST.… Sure, I suppose they are. Now young prince, can we-“

RFTS!Star: “Wait, what are we talking about again? I haven’t a clue what just happened and I was barely really listening to your blabbering before all this.”

KOW!Mag: “………Oh that’s alright! We can all be a little scattered at times. Haha. You were just going to come down from there so we could properly talk.”

RFTS!Star (with the biggest sht-eating grin): “Hmm, well I kinda like it up here. Why would I want to come down?”

KOW!Mag:

“SO I CAN FINALLY JUST-💢“

You did a little something on canon!Asha and KOW!Aster. Basically, the story wouldn’t have worked out great. Now if KOW!Aster (or even Asha) were in other AUs, do you think it would’ve been a happily ever after?

And how do you think other Starsha duos would have handled KOW’s villains?

Saph this ask is quite a lot for my brain lmao I honestly can't imagine how they would interact in other AUs as I don't fully know the AUs completely... So sorry, but I don't think I have an answer to this one

However, your last question made me curious, and I wanna hear it from you guys @kstarsarts @gracebethartacc @oh-shtars @wings-of-sapphire how would your Asha and Stars handle the monarchs from my rewrite?

[dear-ao3]

you use tumblr in light mode

anon thinks im satan confirmed

[tricoloredillusion]

@lugubriouseudaemonia

She had zero clue what had happened that ended up getting her thrown here, to wherever the hell she had ended up at after that fight with Sapphira, but regardless, now she was having to deal with a bunch of weird beast things, and she was NOT HAPPY. 

’First I have to deal with that crimson eyed bitch, then Lady Opal has to go pull all sorts of crap out of her ass, NOW I GET THROWN TO ANOTHER WORLD AND HAVE TO DEAL WITH WEIRD BLACK BEAST THINGS?!’

As she burnt the creatures to a crisp with blasts of fire coming from her hands and easily dodged most of their attacks, the black haired girl simply cursed internally, for due to her muteness, she couldn’t verbally let out her frustrations, and thusly internally swore at the godforsaken things-

And flipped them off a few times for good measure, even if they were clearly mindless things that were only focused on murdering her. Still.

‘Aaaaaaaaaand that’s what you get for messing with me, fucking pieces of shit…’

The green eyed girl silently huffed when she finally had annihilated every last one of the black creatures which had attacked her, hands on her hips as she watch them disintegrate. 

(Now, let the mute criminals interact! xD // lugubriouseudaemonia, Layla. HONESTLY, WHY DO I PRESUME SHE MEETS NEO BECAUSE CINDER IMMEDIATELY ASSUMES LAYLA IS LIKE THE SUMMER MAIDEN OR SOMETHING BECAUSE MAGIC (unlike Saph, Layla has 0 qualms about using magic, since…SHE BE A WITCH, PART OF A COVEN). Even if she lacks the eye magic thingy…still. But its your choice what time you want this to be set at and all that!)

The ruckus and show of magic is what caught Neo’s attention first. She was sent to Atlas not long ago, alongside Cinder, so they could steal the Relic and give it back to Salem- working together would lead the mute to achieve her revenge, and that’s all she needed.

Although, last time she expected, was to find herself with a woman that seemed to be familiar with the usage of magic, or at the very least, the fire reminded her of Cinder’s Maiden powers.

She wasn’t here alone, surely, this also caught Cinder’s attention, and as they separated to look where the source of that magic was coming from, the girl with mismatched hair was the first one to see the other, in the distance.

‘Oh my. If this happens to be a Maiden Cinder is surely going to be happy.’ Thinking so to herself, the girl would then half-smile rather mischievously. ‘But she’s being too noisy for a Maiden. Surely, the others were all hiding somewhere, so what's up with this one?...’

There was only one way to find out.

Neo gave a swing of Hush, and then let it hang on one of her arms, all before she approached the stranger from behind. The only sound she would make to catch the other’s attention was a whistle, a sharp and loud one, at that.

‘And if this happens to really be a Maiden?...well, better distract her until Cinder finds our position, I suppose.’

[ofviolentdeath]

"Well, there are a couple of people in the family you could talk to for that. I know Sapphira fell some time after Dae and Az did, so she might be able to figure it out or point you in the right direction. She's with one of my grandsons, so getting ahold of her isn't too hard," Ava mused, figuring if Luca's mother had left after Az and Dae had that Saph would be a good starting point.

"It's not hard to make a day trip," she countered, a faint smile tugging on her own lips. "I'm assuming Nik didn't tell you about shadow travel?"

It seemed like the sort of thing he would have mentioned, but it was something so normalized within their home that she could understand why it would have slipped his mind.

“I’m not quite sure who my mother really was. She changed her name when she started living with my father,” Luca admitted. She knew her mother had been an archangel, she just couldn’t tell which one. There were obvious ones that she wasn’t, but….

“That sounds amazing, but unfortunately if I disappear longer than a day, I stand to risk my brother messing something up with the business we both have a part in.” Luca said with a small, almost sad smile. She loved her brother, really, but he didn’t understand how to run a business, no matter how much he tried. “And my father would absolutely lose his mind. But I do appreciate the information, really.”

The last thing she needed was her father making any attempts to find her when she just wanted to help herself or find some sort of help. He was insistent that nothing was wrong with her, despite seeing almost everything that had happened.

[mikespeed777]

Pyrrha: Jaune,Why did you have to die on that mission? It’s not fair!!!

Jaune: *Shows up out of nowhere as a Saiyan in Ginyu Force armour complete with scouter* Huh? Never thought I’d ever be back here again, one minute I’m on Namek fighting Kakarot and Vegeta and the next moment I’m back here

Pyrrha: *sees Jaune* Jaune is that you? Are you really here?

Jaune: Yes Pyrrha it’s really me and yes I’m really here

Pyrrha: *tackles Jaune into a hug* Jaune!!! I missed you so much

Jaune: I missed you too but I have done terrible things in my absence

Pyrrha: How terrible were they, but I will try and understand

Jaune: *Explains what he did in the Ginyu Force and who the Ginyu force and Lord Frieza are*

Pyrrha: it’s okay my Ginyu Knight you’re safe now,safe in my arms

Yang: What’s going on here and why does he look familiar?

Weiss: and why should we care?

Pyrrha: It’s Jaune!!!

Yang: Sure he is and I’m The CEO Of the SDC

Jaune: No it’s really me, Jaune

Weiss: ok “Jaune”

Jaune: If you’re going to ask about that serenade, I practiced two whole weeks to do that

Yang and Weiss: oh my god it really is him and what’s with that armour VB?

Jaune: *explains to Weiss and Yang the Ginyu force as well as lord Frieza*

Yang: Wow that’s a lot to take in but anyway let’s get you back

—Le TimeSkip—

Ozpin: Welcome back Mr Arc we had assumed you were K.I.A.

*The rest of team JNPR show up*

Ren: you called sir?

Ozpin: Just welcoming back your leader

Nora: FEARLESS LEADER!!! YOU’RE ALIVE *Tackles Jaune into another hug*

Jaune: *Chuckles* it’s good to see you too, mind the Armour and scouter though

Nora: Ok

Saphron: Baby Bro?

Jaune: Hey Saph, I guess I have some explaining to do again *explains the Ginyu force*

Saffron: Okay then

Jaune: I’ll let you tell the family

Saffron: Do you want your weapon back

Jaune: No Need, Keep it

Saffron: What do you mean keep it?

Jaune: *fires Ki Blasts*

Saffron: Ok then

*Fasha appears out of nowhere*

Fasha: Where the hell am I? *Notices Jaune in Ginyu armour* You Ginyu Force Bastard

Jaune: Whoa calm down Fasha It’s me, Jaune

[whump-me-all-night-long]

Jeweler!Sapphire AU (not canon)

Welcome to 3k words of this amazing AU idea that may or may not become a multi-parter. No editing, we die like.. idk. Please let me know what y'all think!!

Tagging the usual group (let me know if you only want to be tagging in canon stuff): @newbornwhumperfly @unicornscotty @itsleighlove @whump-scribbles @getyourwhumphere @skunkandgrenade @penny-for-your-whump @lektric-whump @just-a-whump-lover @thelazywitchphotographer @restrainthenmaime @angstyachesplus @lilbitwhumpy @leaderofthebeanarmy @aquard-skaii @whumprincess @thatgaysnail @finaldreams1106 @reveriedeludesme @kemonoinuzuka @circlingravens @whumpasaurus101 @spicy-wendigo @femmewithadhd @wafflestakethecake @lonesome--hunter @as-a-matter-of-whump @broadwaybabe18 @whumpinggoodtime @temporary-whump-sideblog @dumb-and-lesbian let me know if you want to be added/removed!

CW: talk of death (in a pretty disrespectful manner), talk of human trafficking, intimate whumper, hair pulling, noncon touching, some pretty noncon vibes near the end, uhhh Saph/Dustin is a real asshole, let me know if I need to tag anything else!

Masterlist

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The sound of a ringing phone woke Dustin. With a groan, he rolled over in bed, blankets tangled around his legs. Blindly groping along his nightstand, he found his phone and answered the call, from an unknown number, blue eyes squinting against the flash of the bright screen.

“Yeah?” he answered, stifling a yawn.

“Is this Mr. Moore?” a timid male voice said.

Rubbing a hand across his face, Dustin sat up, glancing at the clock with a groan. “Yes, this is he,” he responded, voice tight. “Now who the fuck is calling me at four a.m.?”

A throat was cleared on the other end of the line. “Sorry to disturb you, sir, but I’m Nicholas Jameston.” There was a pause, as if he expected Dustin to recognize the name. “I’m your uncle’s lawyer.”

Dustin blinked, brow furrowing in confusion. “My uncle? You mean.. Uncle Spence?”

A curt “Yes, sir.”

“Okayyyy,” he drew out. “Listen, I haven’t talked to him in years. Since I left for college at least. Probably before even high school. You see, my dad and him, they didn’t really get along-” He cut himself off. Why was he telling this man anything? “Anyways, there must be some confusion. I don’t know why he wants his lawyer contacting me all of a sudden.” Shit, he thought. Did I break or steal something last time I was at his place? Is this what this is about?

There was an awkward beat of silence before the lawyer cleared his throat again. “No, sir, there’s no mistake or confusion. You see, you’re Mr. Spencer’s closest remaining blood relative.”

Dustin was really not awake enough for this conversation. “Just say what you need to and be done with it.”

“Your uncle is dead,” the lawyer finally said. “And you’re his sole heir.”

-

Dustin pulled up in his car, a shiny BMW he’d bought using his dad’s life insurance money a few years ago. He squinted against the darkness of early morning, checking the address again. This place looked less like a family home and more like a fortress. A prison.

He wondered, for the millionth time since getting rudely awoken and told that a man he’d met only a handful of times was a) dead and b) giving him everything, what exactly he was doing here. His dad must be rolling over in his grave. Not that Dustin particularly cared about that.

He knew that the brothers had never gotten along, that his dad, the older brother, had apparently “abandoned” the family business because it was “amoral,” but Dustin had never really been privy to the details. He rolled his eyes just thinking about his dad and his need to be righteous and perfect all the time.

That apparently had gone out the window at some point, but the bastard was too proud to go back to his brother - their parents were already dead by that time - and instead decided to start his own company, selling.. who knew? Certainly not Dustin. No, the young twenty-six-year-old was perfectly content enjoying his bachelor playboy lifestyle, feeding off mommy and daddy’s blood money.

“Mr. Moore?” A man was standing on the doorstep, fidgeting nervously with a thick manila envelope.

Dustin took one look at him and barely withheld a sigh. This man, short, balding, oily, was a lawyer alright. He raised one lazy eyebrow. “Jameson, I presume?” he called back, making his way slowly up the path to the door.

“Uh, it’s Jameston, sir,” the man corrected quickly.

Dustin didn’t bother to hide his smirk. “Whatever. Let’s just get this over with. It’s early and I have a busy day ahead of me. Left a pretty girl waiting for me to call. Wouldn’t want to disappoint.”

Not bothering to wait, Dustin stepped up to the door and opened it, stepping inside a grand foyer. He whistled softly, taking in the shimmering chandelier, the sweeping staircase, with a gold-woven rug running down the middle, and the many large and well-furnished rooms branching off from the entrance.

“Now this is a nice playhouse, huh?” he said, grinned indolently.

He saw Jameston’s jaw tighten fractionally. “Yes, sir,” he responded. “Now, I can give you a complete tour of the house now. However, Mr. Spencer’s real estate agent can do that when she arrives here in-” he glanced at his watch - a fake, Dustin had noticed - “a couple hours or so. Furthermore, there was a, erm, rather sensitive matter that Mr. Spencer tasked me with familiarizing you with personally.” He adjusted his tie slightly, clearly nervous, before motioning Dustin down one of the smaller hallways to the side.

His curiosity piqued, Dustin followed. “What do you mean? Oh, don’t tell me, was the old man into some shady illegal business? Drugs? Girls?”

Jameston shook his head, Adam's apple bobbing. “No sir. Your uncle, he was an.. art collector, of a sort. Well, he created his own art, really. However, it was not necessarily, um, legally acquired.”

Dustin barely held in a laugh at the lawyer’s clear panic. “Of course it wasn’t,” he scoffed. “Do you know how much shady shit has gone on in this family?” He couldn’t stop the bark of laughter this time. “Of course you do, you’re the lawyer.”

Jameston’s face flushed but he remained quiet until he reached an indiscreet door at the end of a short hall. If Dustin didn’t know any better, he’d assume it was a closet or something. Jameston cleared his throat as he opened the door. “Welcome to the Jewelry Box, sir.”

-

Carnelian sighed, his head falling back against the wall as he stretched his legs out along the small bed. The only sounds in the large room was the occasional movement from one of the others.

“That’s it,” he muttered, standing up and marching over to the glass wall. “Is anyone else wondering where the bastard is?” he called, frowning as he caught the gazes of several of the others.

Emerald just shook his head, silently warning him. Amethyst, however, scoffed, picking at her nails intently. “Why do you care?” she snapped. “It’s not like you’re ever doing anything but yelling and cursing.”

“So?” Carnelian shot back. “Aren’t you at least a little curious as to what’s going on?”

As if to answer his questions, he heard the door hiss open. Turning his gaze towards it, he felt his lips tugging down into a frown.

“Here we go again,” he muttered. “I knew the bastard would be back before long.”

Then he met the gaze of a stranger, arrogant and lazy and startlingly bright blue. Eyebrows flicking up, he blurted, “Who the fuck are you?”

Smirking, the stranger glanced at a smaller man next to him, one Carnelian had glimpsed down here once or twice before, always with the Jeweler. “I think I’d like to ask you the same question.”

The small man cleared his throat and began speaking, quietly enough that Carnelian couldn’t hear. Instead he took in the stranger, as if he couldn’t quite tear his eyes away.

The man was attractive, annoyingly attractive from Carnelian’s perspective. His skin was a bronzed tone, clear and smooth. He was tall, probably taller than Carnelian, with a lean, slightly muscled body. He had on a dark t-shirt that clung to his body and somehow looked expensive, with form-fitting jeans and some Converse high tops on as well. His dark brown hair was slightly wavy, with the top grown out long and falling into his face. Carnelian’s eyes drifted down towards his mouth before he forcefully pulled them back up to his eyes, which were-

Still on him. Carnelian felt himself blush and then scowl as he met the man’s gaze. Already he was getting on his nerves. And where the hell was the Jeweler? Was this stranger some new client of his, looking to buy one of them? At that thought, Carnelian felt a flash of panic through him and glanced over at Emerald, who was looking subtly at him as well, clearly thinking the same thing.

Carnelian tuned back in when the stranger exclaimed, “Are you shitting me right now?” The stranger was now looking at each of them, studying them more intently.

His gaze almost completely skimmed over Diamond and Ruby, both of them still curled up in their beds, watching with wary and confused gazes. He barely even noticed Amber, the new one still drugged to high heaven after mouthing off to the Jeweler yesterday. Carnelian doubted the kid could even remember their own name right now, much less stand up from where they were sprawled in their bed. He took a bit longer looking at Emerald, his defensive stance, wise eyes, then Amethyst, with her crossed arms and haughty expression, before finally settling on Carnelian.

After several long, tense seconds, he looked back at the other man. “So you’re saying,” he drawled slowly, deliberately. “That this, all of this, the house, the business, the.. Jewels-” his mouth twisted into a cruel smirk- “they’re all mine?”

Swallowing, the other man nodded. “Yes sir, that’s what I’m saying.” He drew out a piece of paper and, clearing his throat, began to read. “‘I hereby give the entirety of my properties, including my family home, my businesses, and my Jewelry Box, to my closest remaining blood relative upon my death.’ That would be you, Dustin Moore.”

There was a gasp from one of the other cells, where Diamond had stood up, flying to the window, eyes wide and frantic. “Death? Wait, no, Sir, he- he can’t be-” They dissolved into sobs, sliding to their knees on the floor.

Carnelian glanced around at the rest of the Jewels, the only sound coming from Diamond. The rest of them had frozen as well, not sure how they were meant to respond. Carnelian was reeling, glancing down as he took a shaky breath. On the one hand, he was glad the bastard was dead. On the other, well, the Jeweler had never looked at him the way the stranger, Dustin the other man had said, looked at him. The Jeweler looked at him like some prized object, something to be shown off proudly and then put back into storage. The Jeweler treated him less than human; Dustin’s gaze said he knew precisely how human Carnelian was, he just didn’t care.

Before he knew it, Carnelian was raising his head to glare at the other man, only to find him still looking at him. As Dustin slowly moved forward, he asked, “Did my uncle give these.. Jewels any names? Because I think I’m seeing a theme in them.” He stopped a couple feet away from the glass, his head tilted slightly. “The only one I can’t seem to figure out is this one.”

Carnelian’s lip curled. “Stay the fuck away from me,” he snarled softly, looking him up and down before raising his brows slightly. “Bastard jr,” he added.

Dustin almost seemed caught off guard before letting out a laugh. “I thought you said that he trained them to be all submissive and whatever,” he called over to the other. “Jameston, this one seems to be a bit feral.” He stepped even closer, lifting one hand to touch the glass. Carnelian fell back a couple inches, eyes still narrowed.

Jameston cleared his throat yet again. Carnelian would almost feel bad for the guy, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was complicit in letting him stay kidnapped. “Yes sir, your uncle had his ways of training them. However, he didn’t train them all the same way. He found that one’s fight to be..” He skimmed his notes quickly. “..rather appealing, sir.”

Carnelian made a noise of disgust as Dustin grinned. “I can’t say I blame him.”

Carnelian barely breathed until Dustin stepped away, turning back to Jameston. “Well, I’ve seen them all. Let’s go back upstairs now. I think I saw a nice liquor cabinet that I’d like to raid.”

Once they were both gone from view and the door had hissed shut, Carnelian leaned his head against the cool glass.

“You okay?” Emerald asked.

Carnelian just shook his head, a sudden lump in his throat. “The way he looked at me,” he said softly.

“I know,” Emerald murmured back.

He glanced up to find the older man looking at him with concern and pity.

“Well then,” Amethyst said loudly, breaking the silence that had fallen thick and heavy. “That was certainly something.”

Diamond sobbed loudly. “That.. that can’t be true. Can it?” They looked up, searching the others’ faces. Carnelian felt a twinge of pity for them. After over a decade of being trapped down here, they had been reduced to a mere shadow of whoever they might have once been. At whatever they might’ve seen on their faces, Diamond dissolved back into inconsolable sobs.

Resting her head on the wall, Ruby quietly asked, “So what happens now?”

There was a beat of silence before Emerald replied, “Now we wait.”

-

Back upstairs, Dustin was finally alone after getting rid of that annoying lawyer. He had had to practically shove the man out of the house to get him to leave. Even then, he had only left with promises to call later about the details.

For now, Dustin was sprawled out in a large, overstuffed armchair, a bottle of expensive whisky and a half empty glass next to him. He was already on his second glass, and he had no plans on stopping any time soon.

His mind drifted to the one who had glared and cursed at him. The smaller one, with the hard gaze, numerous freckles, and bright curly hair. The one Jameston had said was named Carnelian. Dustin looked up the stone and smiled at the pictures that were pulled up. Bright, fiery stones, of varying shades, Dustin had to admit, he could see the resemblance.

Pouring himself another glass, he sunk down further into the chair. He supposed he should be more concerned with the fact that there were six human beings locked in some creepy basement that he had apparently just inherited. But, after living the life that he had lived so far, Dustin had to admit that this was far from the craziest thing he had seen. He knew plenty of friends whose families had, well, less than legal people working for them, and now that he thought about it, he swore he could remember some show a few of his friends had gone to where the host had all his pets or whatever they were called designed as gemstones.

He laughed softly, quietly murmuring, “Carnelian, huh?” before draining the glass and pouring one more.

-

It was hours later when Carnelian awoke in the darkness. The bright lights, luckily, were still on their automated timer, so they had shut out at their usual time. It had been hours since Diamond’s sobs had slowly petered out and since the others’ quiet, stilted conversations had dwindled. Now, everyone was asleep.

Well, everyone except Carnelian. It took him a moment to figure out what had awoken him, a soft tapping on the glass wall of his cell. With a soft groan, he rolled over, out of the bed, squinting in the dim light.

In front of him stood the silhouette of a man. A couple seconds later, Carnelian recognized him as Dustin, his new.. owner. He almost snorted at the title. This man wasn’t any older than Carnelian, and he looked and behaved like an entitled, overprivileged frat boy.

Carnelian slowly walked closer. “What the hell do you want?” he whispered, because he didn’t want to accidentally wake the others and unleash the chaos that would bring with it. It took him a moment to realize that Dustin was fiddling with the lock on the door.

Without answering him, Dustin finally figured out how to unlatch it and swung the door open. He looked back up at Carnelian and made a silent motion for him to follow as he padded back towards the door.

Frowning, Carnelian carefully stepped out, towards him and the hallway beyond, where he could see light spilling out from the door. Knowing it probably wasn’t very smart, Carnelian walked into the hallway, squinting slightly at the suddenly bright lights.

Before he knew what was happening, there was a hand fisting in his hair and pushing him up against the wall. Carnelian looked up, eyes wide, to find Dustin standing much too close to him and several inches taller than him.

Feeling his breath stutter and his heart skip a beat, Carnelian breathed out, “What the hell do you want?” He barely dared take his eyes away from Dustin’s.

With the hand not pinning him to the wall, Dustin leaned closer and wrapped a curl around his finger, pulling until Carnelian wince slightly before letting it go, watching it bounce. This close, Carnelian could smell the whisky on his breath.

“Are.. are you drunk?” he asked, swallowing hard when that steely blue gaze met his, hazy yet surprisingly clear.

“That’s irrelevant,” he said, smirking as he pushed closer to Carnelian, who tried to pull away, but one vicious yank on his hair had his eyes watering and stilled the rest of his body. Dustin raised a hand and slowly traced over Carnelian’s cheeks, ending with one finger following the outline of his lips. “You’re Carnelian.”

Carnelian barely resisted the urge to squeeze his eyes shut and instead held his breath, eyes wide and searching Dustin’s. He didn’t dare to breathe, much less speak, so he didn’t ask why Dustin had said something he already knew the answer to.

It felt as if an eternity had passed before Dustin pulled away, shoving Carnelian roughly back towards the door. “I’ll see you in the morning,” he said glibly, pulling the door shut once Carnelian was through, leaving him back in the darkness.

Immediately, Carnelian went back to the one place he never thought he’d call safe. Once he had pulled the glass door closed, hearing the lock click, he curled up in his bed, as far away from the door as he could get, the thin blanket pulled over him as his heart beat in his throat.

He didn’t sleep a wink for the rest of the night.

[jammatown919]

Splash

This one’s for @saph-ruby, who requested the Dolts on a rainy date!  Well, this certainly wasn't how Ruby had imagined her day going. At the very least, she'd expected herself and Penny to able to enjoy more than twenty minutes of their park date before it suddenly started pouring on them.

Personally, Ruby didn't mind the rain all that much. It reminded her of the occasional storms she would see back on Patch, and of trying to slip out of the house with Yang to play in the puddles when they were kids. Penny, on the other hand, was adamant that they needed to get somewhere dry before Ruby caught a cold. And so here they were, hiding underneath the awning of a closed ice cream stand, waiting for the rain to let up enough for them to leave.

"Y'know," Ruby said after about five minutes of staring out at the rain in silence. "We don't have to go. I kind of like the rain. Plus, we get the whole park to ourselves."

"But you might get sick!" Penny protested. She'd backed herself right up to the stand, as far away from the falling raindrops as she could possibly get.

"Isn't that a myth, though?" Ruby inquired. "Like, water can't actually make you sick, right?"

"Well, no, but being in the cold rain for extended periods of time can temporarily weaken your immune system." Penny replied matter-of-factly.

"Oh, c'mon Penny, that's such a small chance of me getting sick." Ruby insisted. "Isn't having some fun in the rain worth the risk?"

"Nothing is worth risking your health." Penny said seriously. She wrinkled her nose and added, "Besides, rain is gross."

"Okay, first of all, it's a cold, not the Black Death. I'd be fine in two days, tops." Ruby assured her. "Second of all, you bite your tongue!"

Penny gave her a confused look, but nevertheless, she poked the tip of her tongue out between her teeth and gently bit down on it.

"Figure of speech, Penny." Ruby chuckled, and Penny immediately released her tongue with a small 'oh'. "What I meant was, rain is awesome! How could you think it's gross?"

"I do not like it when my clothes get wet." Penny explained. "They get sticky."

"What if I let you borrow some of my clothes after?" Ruby asked. She grinned as Penny's face flushed. It was common knowledge among pretty much everyone they knew that Penny loved wearing Ruby's clothes and would take any opportunity to do so, but she always got flustered whenever anyone called her out on it.

"Can I wear your big sweater?" She requested softly.

"You really like that sweater, huh?" Ruby replied with a chuckle. Out of all her clothes, her oversized sweater was the one thing Penny asked to borrow the most. Sometimes she'd even swipe it when Ruby wasn't looking. "You can have the sweater for the rest of the day if you let me show you how fun the rain can be. And if you really don't like it, we can head back, okay?"

"Alright." Penny reluctantly agreed. "What did you have in mind?"

Ruby smirked and ducked out from underneath the awning, walking right into the huge puddle that had formed just beyond it. She shivered as cold water seeped into her shoes and pulled her hood up to keep the rain from messing up her hair too much.

"Ever been in a splash fight?" She asked. Penny shook her head and stayed where she was, waiting for an explanation. "Well, it's exactly what it sounds like. You just try and soak your friends as much as possible. Yang and I used to do it all the time as kids."

"How do you know who wins?" Penny inquired.

"There's not really a winner," Ruby replied. "It's just a fun way to spend a rainy day."

Penny considered this briefly, then slowly stepped out into the rain. She stood there for a moment, as if trying to get used to the sensation.

"Now try splashing me." Ruby prompted.

Penny glanced down at the water at her feet, then gently kicked some of it in Ruby's direction. A few drops spattered across Ruby's already wet shoes. In response, Ruby sent a real splash her way. Penny leapt back with a yelp as water struck her legs.

Ruby paused, thinking that perhaps this was too much to start with for someone who already disliked the rain. Just as she was about to open her mouth to ask if Penny wanted to stop, her girlfriend kicked out at the puddle again, much harder this time. The ensuing splash came up to her hips, soaking through her clothes in spots the rain hadn't quite been able to reach.

Ruby smirked and splashed again, and this time Penny let out a sound of delight as the water hit her. She dodged out of the way as Penny splashed at her one more time, leaving the puddle entirely.

"Having fun?" She asked.

"A little." Penny admitted with a small smile.

"Good." Ruby said as she dipped her toes back into the puddle. She kicked upward and sent a thin spray toward Penny's face, then turned to run before her girlfriend could retaliate. Behind her, she could hear Penny's quick footsteps giving chase.

"Come back here!" Penny shouted with a laugh. Ruby sped up, entirely leaping over another puddle in an attempt to outpace her.

Not even five seconds later, the sound of footsteps was replaced with a splash and a short shriek. Ruby, assuming Penny had slipped and fallen, stopped and turned around with the intention of helping her girlfriend up, but Penny was nowhere in sight.

"Firefly?" She called out cautiously, looking around. No response. "Penny, where'd you go?"  

Realistically, there was no way Penny could have gotten out of sight that quickly, but a whole person didn't just vanish into thin air. She had to be around here somewhere. Ruby stepped forward, squinting through the rain, and realized that there were ripples moving along the surface of the puddle she'd jumped over. No way, she thought.

But then Penny's head broke the surface and she scrambled out, her eyes still wide with alarm.

"Oh my God, how deep was that thing?!" Ruby exclaimed, hurrying to help Penny to her feet.

"Nearly six feet." Penny replied, blinking water from her eyes. "I suppose that was a hole that the rain filled, rather than a real puddle."

"Are you okay?" Ruby asked sympathetically. She almost wanted to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of a person having fallen into a six-foot deep puddle, but making sure her girlfriend was alright took priority.

"Yes, I'm fine." Penny nodded, though she seemed more than a little uncomfortable. "But I think I would like to get somewhere dry now."

"Okay," Ruby gently pressed a kiss to Penny's cold cheek. "We'll head back to the Academy now, and you can have my big sweater."

Penny smiled at that, and Ruby put an arm around her shoulders as they began walking toward the park's entrance.

"Sorry today didn't go the way we were hoping." Ruby said as they walked. "But you had at least a little fun, right?"

"I did." Penny affirmed. "I still believe that rain is gross, but you made it more enjoyable."

"So enjoyable you'd be willing to try this again, maybe?" Ruby prompted with a tiny grin. "Possibly when we're better dressed for it?" She added, not at all pleased with the feeling of her soaked cape clinging to her back.

"Alright," Penny agreed. "We can try again next time it rains."

Ruby's grin widened and she pumped one fist into the air in a celebratory motion. If nothing else, she'd gotten her girlfriend to stop hating rain quite as much.

"Mission accomplished."

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[imtooobsessedrn]

Tagged by both Saph and Eli so ❤️❤️‼️

What is your favourite planet: SATURN 🪐‼️ Bestie just has rings like that’s so fun of her honestly

If you had to bring an item with you to space, what item would it be: Probably one of those cute cameras, I mean I’d probably spend all the time just taking photos while I’m floating around 😭

What is your favourite celestial body: Honestly comets! Specifically Halley’s Comet because like that’s so cool?? This one thing that like hundreds of generations of humans know about and all we can do it really just look at it .

Do you believe in life outside of Earth: Oh absolutely. There’s all these galaxies with planets there’s definitely one with some living organisms. Blobs just vibing or something. Idk it makes the universe feel less empty somehow like a few galaxies away some alien is probably eating dinner or something.

What is your favourite piece of space themed media: Exo alien concept you will always be famous 😭🙏 like I do believe Sing for you’s album cover is one of my fav covers ever. Oh and Super Mario Galaxy 😭

What is the moon phase while you’re answering this: New Moon phase? I don’t really know what these things mean but it sounds cool.

What are your three big signs? Libra sun, Aquarius moon and Aries rising. I wish I knew if that was cool or not I’m gonna assume it is 😌

What do you think of astrology? I don’t personally like use it in any part of my life but I don’t judge anybody that does. I mean it’s cool as hell I get it I get it 😭🙏

npt: @eyeslikewatercoolers @ca44en @jinkx-monswoon @sexynetra @thecollectionsof idk if any of you guys alr did this sorry if u did 😭

Got some space to know you

Got tagged right back by the lovely @rialitysworld, so let's answer some space themed questions. And to the wonderful people I'm tagging, I hope you'll have fun with these questions as well.

What is your favourite planet: I'd have to say Saturn for reasons that are slightly embarrassing.

If you had to bring an item with you to space, what item would it be: Some ibuprofen. I feel like I'd need it.

What is your favourite celestial body: I find nebulae so gorgeous.

Do you believe in life outside of earth: Maybe not life as we understand it on Earth, but it'd be some degree of hubris to think that we're entirely alone in the universe.

What is your favourite piece of space themed media: It's loosely space themed and might be related to my first answer to these questions – Sailor Moon. It's always a good comfort to watch and I've loved it in every iteration that I've consumed. Currently I'm enjoying something that's a bit more space related – 23.5. It's such a cute little Thai drama.

What is the moon phase while you're answering this: It's a new moon tonight <3

What are your big three signs: Pisces Sun, Cancer Moon, Cancer rising.

What do you think of astrology: It's a good deal of fun, but not something I base my life around. It's pretty useful for writing fanfiction though, so in that regard it's great.

I'm tagging @themetaluna @aqpippin @eyeslikewatercoolers @inasapphoteur @bru1s3v10l3t @mappingthesky @sweetestberryofthebunch @sweetlikesunflowersandhoney @puppywritesthings @holywaterzzz

[ask-rwby-multishipper]

Ladies, call your mothers and tell them you love them, yes even you Yang. (Orphans, record the reactions they get)

((Since we don’t know about the families of all the girls, let’s just do the ones with known mothers))

Weiss, sighing, holding her Scroll to her ear: Hello Mother....I don’t know when you’ll get this message, but....I love you. I haven’t told you in a long time and I know you probably miss me a lot, so....I hope you’re doing okay....I love you.... *hangs up*

Ruby: *hugs her*

~~~

Blake: Hey mom!

Kali: Blake! Well this is a surprise, how are you?

Blake: I’m well. Really well, actually. I’ve made a ton of friends at Beacon. I’m honestly really happy.

Kali: That’s wonderful to hear!

Blake: Is dad there?

Kali: I’m afraid not. He’s on a diplomatic trip abroad. But I’ll be sure to tell him all about how things are going at Beacon!

Blake: Thanks, mom. Oh, and I love you! Just wanted to tell you that since it’s been a while.

Kali, smiling: Aww...I love you too, my baby girl.

Blake, blinking: Oh....wait....I haven’t told you guys?

Kali, confused: Told us what?

Blake, facepalming and laughing: I can’t believe I forgot to tell my own parents that I’m non-binary.

Kali, gasping: Oh! I’m sorry, uhh....my baby....baby?

Blake, giggling: Honestly, “baby baby” sounds really cute.

Kali: I’m so happy for you! And you already came out to your friends?

Blake: Yeah, it was a really good day.

Kali: That’s amazing! I’m really proud.

Blake, smiling: Thank you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys sooner.

Kali: Don’t be! I’m just happy to hear from you.

Blake: I’m happy to talk to you, too. *starts walking out of the room, continuing the conversation* So how are things at home?

Kali: They’re alright. The drought hasn’t let up at all....

Their conversation continues for about another hour.

~~~

Yang: I can’t believe I’m doing this. *calls Raven*

Raven, answering: How the hell did you get this number, who is this?

Yang: Hello to you too, mom.

Raven: ....Yang?

Yang: Yyyyep.

Raven: Oh, uh....what is it?

Yang: Just calling because I was forced to, and to tell you I love you.

Raven: ....Uh, Okay?

Yang, sighing: Right. Well, goodbye, I guess—

Raven: I love you, too.

Yang: ....Wait, wha—

Raven: *hangs up*

Yang, listening to the dead signal tone: M-mom??

~~~

((Assuming Red Haired Woman is Pyrrha’s mom))

Pyrrha: Hi mom!

Theta: Oh! Pyrrha! Perfect timing!

Pyrrha: Oh? How so?

Theta: Well you know how you told me about that boy Jaune Arc?

Pyrrha: Yeah?

Theta: And that you liked him?

Pyrrha, giggling: Yeah?

Theta: Well it turns out he has family in Argus!

Pyrrha: Woah, really?

Theta: In fact, I’m coworkers with his sister-in-law.

Pyrrha: Wow, that’s quite the coincidence.

Theta: Indeed. And not to spoil anything, but....they’ve gotten calls from Jaune, too, about how much he likes you—

Saph, trying to wrestle the phone away: You weren’t supposed to say anything!

Theta, laughing: Sorry!

Pyrrha, giggling and blushing: Well, that’s nice to know.

Saph: Hi Pyrrhaaaa! I’ve been dying to talk to you!

Pyrrha, chuckling: May I ask who this is?

Saph: I’m Saphron, Jaune’s big sister! He’s told me and my wife a lot about you!

Pyrrha: Well I’m flattered.

Saph: Now while I’m excited to get to know you more, I have to talk to you about dating my brother. Rule number one: If you break his heart I’ll fight you—

Terra: Honey, we talked about this—

Saph: I’m his big sister, I have to!

Terra: Give the Scroll back to the girl’s mother.

Saph: Ugh, fiiiine. Bye Pyrrha!

Pyrrha, laughing: Bye.

Theta, back on the phone: They’re nice girls.

Pyrrha: If they’re Jaune’s family they must be.

Theta: So did you need to tell me something?

Pyrrha: Oh yeah! I love you, mom! I felt like calling to tell you!

Theta: Aww, my sweet little hero, I love you too!

Their conversation continues, again, for about an hour.

~~~

Ruby, standing in front of Summer’s grave: Hey mom!! I know it’s been a while since I visited. Things have been craaaazy at Beacon. Uncle Qrow says things were just as crazy when Team STRQ was at Beacon but I feel like I’ve got y’all beat. Team RWBY gets up to a lot of crazy stuff. But I’m still being a good student, too, don’t get me wrong! Weiss is a great tutor, and Yang has been doing really well, too! And Blake has become an amazing friend! I guess you were right about how there’s always more to see than what’s visible. You know Dad quotes that saying all the time. Blake was pretty antisocial at first but, after we got to know them, they’re actually really sweet! I’m really happy....I wish you were here to see it all, though. I love you, Mom.

Yang, holding Ruby’s hand: We miss you, but....we know you’re looking after us. I love you, too, Mom.

Ruby, sighing and hugging Yang: Ehhh....

Yang, sighing and chuckling: I know, I know...if you need to cry I’m here.

Ruby: I don’t wanna though. *sniff* I don’t feel like it but I also kinda do.

Yang, laughing and patting her head: Me too, sis. *hugs her tighter* Me too.

[turtle-steverogers]

alright babe heres the first 5 I saw: "why are you covered in neon body paint?" "best not to ask" and "I cant breathe, I cant-" and "I cant walk just go on without me" and " ive had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with" and "hey guys im here and im ready to bitch"

hey guys, saph and i were facetiming earlier and she dared me to finally answer this ask she sent in like fall 2018 except i had to use all the prompts and the result is…well, i’m not sure what it is.  but its got criminal race and spot and a cryptic ass albert who makes lava lamps for his niece.  so yah. enjoy!

warnings: its pretty much crack, but there is a brief anxiety attack

ship: platonic race/al/spot

word count: 2490

editing: no

Something a Little Off-Kilter

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Race was nine years old when his ma grabbed him by the chin, turned his face towards her and told him in all her harsh Italian-mother sternness, “We do not run from people, Antonio.  You have Mancini blood in your veins and Mancini’s do not run!”  And Race, with eyes blurred from tears and nose dripping with blood from the fight he’d just fled, nodded vigorously before trudging miserably to his bathroom to clean up (and cry a little more).

But he’d learned two things that day.  One: what a maiden name was and that his ma’s is Mancini and two: running is for losers who never want to stop running.  And he’d more or less kept up that sentiment, even if it cost him a black eye and some dignity in some circumstances.  Like that one time in eleventh grade when Spencer Reiding called him a fairy and in turn, Race had beat the living shit out of him until his little entourage had shown up and knocked him out cold.  But seriously, ‘fairy’? It’s not 19-fucking-50.

Race supposes, though, that all good sentiments meet their maker at one point or another.  Self-preservation over morals and all that, right? 

“Floor it, Christ, are you flooring it!?”  His grip on the ‘oh shit’ bar is white-knuckled and he can hear himself panting as he twists in his seat for what’s probably the hundredth time.  The blue and red flashing of the cop car that had been following them is nothing but a speck at this point, but Race isn’t really keen on taking any chances right now.  Tonight had been a close fucking call.  

“Yes, I’m flooring it, asshole!” Spot shouts, swerving around a lone subaru that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere on the otherwise empty stretch of desert highway.  Normally, Race would be surprised at the sheer lack of cars that are out, but he supposes 4 am in buttfuck Arizona is not prime time for travels.  

Letting out a little whine, Race turns to face forward again, stealing a quick glance at Spot as he does so.  He can see the faint worry lines on his face, reflected from the miniscule lights of the dash.  They’d opted to leave the headlights off for optimal covertness, but the moonlight over the desert proves to be more than sufficient.  

Spot’s anxious, Race can tell.  He remembers a year ago when the two of them had first met in that dingy bar in Brooklyn.  Spot had been nothing but a stoic mask at that time, only showing faint hints of amusement every now and then.  It had been incredibly disconcerting, especially to Race who wears his heart on his sleeve, to behold such utter passivity, but Race had since learned to read him.  Spending everyday together for twelve months is really the best lesson in a person’s tells, Race has found.  And really, when he spares a second thought to it, their situation and relationship therefore, is a strange one.  Two broke college grads down on their luck and bearing fuck all from their families meeting by chance and somehow finding themselves stuck in a loop of money laundering and identity theft in order to stay above ground.  Maybe not the best solution to their problems, but hey, Race never claimed to be smart with his choices.  And the rush of adrenaline is as much of a drug as the coke they sell on the side.

“God fucking damnit, is he still following us?” Spot says, eyes flitting to the rearview mirror.

“Dude, he caught us balls deep tryna break into a fucking bank.  He ain’t gon’ let us off that easy.” Race says, “Jesus fuck I told you we should stick to the other stuff.  We were making big cash just fine pulling paychecks from easy civvies.”

“Yeah, yeah, you can tell me ‘told you so’ when we get somewhere I can think.” Spot sounds exhausted and on-edge and Race himself is looking forward to this whole ordeal blowing over so they can find a place to ditch this car and grab a new one and maybe crash at some shitty inn no cop would think to look.  Yeah, laying low for a couple of days sounds perfect right now.  They don’t even have to leave the room.  Denny’s orders in, right?

“Oh, I will.” Race says, sighing an internal sigh of relief as the distant lights of a small town come into view.  Thank god.

Spot mumbles something that sounds like, “Fucking finally,” and eases up on the gas, turning abruptly once they enter the city perimeter.  

They’ve gotten good at this: losing tails, but Race still holds his breath as Spot loops around the backroads of the town, looking for a place to dump the car.  It’s a few minutes until Race can see the lights of the cop car reflecting off the drug store they’d passed upon first entrance and he hisses out another curse, jabbing Spot in the arm.

“Stop here,” He says, “If he finds the car, fine, but he sure as hell ain’t finding us in it.”

Spot looks like he wants to fight back, but instead, he surprises Race by pulling to a surprisingly quiet stop by an old auto-shop.  He gestures for Race to get out and swiftly grabs their duffels from the back seat, tossing Race’s to him, both pausing when the cop car cruises in front of the alleyway closest to them.  Inaudibly, they let out synchronous sighs of relief when it continues on. 

They cheat behind the auto-shop and are barely settled into identical crouches when a quiet, “Psst,” captures both of their attention.  Race jumps violently, only barely recovering in time to slap a hand over Spot’s mouth as he begins to shout in surprise.

“Over here,” the voice whispers again.

The two of them turn to look at where the auto-shop’s back door is now open and Race squints as the silhouette of a man comes into view.  He can see the man waving a hand in front of him, beckoning them closer, before exchanging a look with Spot.  A silent conversation passes between them, we’ve made bad choices before, what’s one more? And Spot shrugs a little before hoisting his duffel back onto his shoulder and tiptoeing towards the man.  Race follows behind warily. 

Now that he’s closer, Race can see that the man is about their age- young and a little rugged looking with hair that curls towards his jaw at the nape of his neck.  His face and arms are splattered with- well, Race’s first thought is that it’s blood, but upon further inspection, he sees that it’s paint.  Bright yellow and orange neon paint.

He has a lot of questions.  Like, how the fuck did you notice us lurking behind your building at four am? And, why did you think it was a good idea to interact with two obviously suspicious looking men? But all that comes out is, “why are you covered in neon paint?”

Spot drops his head in a groan and the guy laughs somewhat maniacally, “best not to ask, it’s a long story.  Well, actually it’s not.  You see, it’s my niece’s birthday tomorrow and she really likes lava lamps so I’m hand making a few for her and that includes painting the bases and she’s going through that quirky eight year old phase where everything rainbows and neon is super cool, so I’m making them neon tie-dye,” he says it all in one breath and Race finds himself struggling to keep up, “anyway, the names Albert.  You two look like you need some help.  Wanna come in?”

The whole situation’s fucking weird, but Race and Spot exchange another look, this one holding the quick debate of, what other options do we got? And a moment later, they’re hustling into the dingy auto shop.

The lights are dim on the inside, but it’s a surprisingly cozy set up.  The side dedicated to cars is immaculately organized, with a few hanging from the ceiling and others lined neatly on the ground, propped up on floor jacks where necessary.  On the other side is clearly where Albert lives, with a couple curtains sanctioning off a twin bed and desk, where sure enough, three lava-lamps, varying in color and size, are set on a few sheets of newspaper.  

Spot frowns as Albert locks the door, turning to them with a smile, “I’m assuming the cop car out there’s for you guys?”  When Race and Spot don’t answer, he continues, too lighthearted for the situation, “Yeah, figured.  Feel free to lay low here ‘til the threat’s passed.”

“If the police are clearly after us, aren’t we the threats?” Spot asks, “Wait, no, hold on, aren’t you gonna ask us what we did?  Aren’t you put off at all?”

Albert waves a hand, “Nah, I do this all the time.  Just don’t try to murder me and we’re good.  You look like nice enough people, just a little down on your luck.  I don’t mind you camping out here while ya need.” He sets off towards his desk, seemingly to finish the lava-lamps, “The door across from the supply closet is technically an office, but I stuck a mattress and some blankets there for people like yourselves.  Feel free to crash.  If the bull comes by, I didn’t see anything.”  With that, he’s gone.  Behind the curtain as if he’d never been there.

Race blinks, bemused, and looks at Spot.

“What the fuck did he mean, ‘I do this all the time’?  Who the fuck is this guy?”

Spot shakes his head, looking more lost than Race has ever seen him, “Hell if I know.”

The office-turned-guest-room turns out to be more spacious than Race had anticipated and he and Spot are sitting on the mattress, munching on granola bars that were placed unceremoniously in a bowl by the door, when they hear a knock from outside.  

Race feels a pit of dread form in his gut and he lowers his granola bar, appetite lost.  It’s the cop, it’s gotta be.  Who else would be knocking before dawn?  And oh god, they’d left the car right out front, how much more obvious can they be?

Race glances at Spot, who’s also stopped eating, and hisses, “If he catches us, run.  Go on without me.” 

He means it, but Spot just huffs out a bitter laugh, “As if.  Now shut up.”

They strain their ears, listening as Albert opens the door, feigning sleep they know he hasn’t gotten in his voice, “Officer.  Is there a problem?”

They can’t hear what the cop says, but Albert’s side of the conversation is fairly clear, “Hm? Oh, the paint?  I was working on a project for my niece and must have dozed off before cleaning up.  Anyway, how can I help you?”  There’s a pause, “Two- what? I haven’t heard anything about no bank robbers, that’s terrible! I- oh, that car, that’s…strange, that wasn’t here when I went to sleep.  Sure, you can check around back, but I doubt ya’d find anything.  I’da heard if someone were moving around out there and I didn’t hear nothing last night.  Yes sir, I- oh?  Nah, I’m afraid I can’t letcha search my shop.  Not without a warrant.  Mm, sorry officer.  Yes, I understand the caliber of the situation, but it is my legal right to deny your entrance to my home without substantial reasoning.  Mhm, but see, that’s a hunch.  I don’t see no warrant.  Okay, officer.  Yes. just around back.  Go ahead.  Alright, officer, okay.  Nice chat.  Goodbye.”

The door closes a second later and Race lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.  All at once, the adrenaline of the night hits him.  They’d almost been fucking caught, Christ, what if they’d ended up in jail?  What if they still end up in jail?  He couldn’t survive jail, fuck, he wouldn’t even be able to afford and lawyer and shit-

His body is shaking, vibrating really, and a weight is steadily growing on his chest.  Involuntary tears prick at his eyes and he brings a hand up to the front of his shirt, tugging as if that would release some of the pressure from his lungs.  

“Race?” Spot sounds distant and Race turns to him, knowing he looks panicked, but having no capacity to change that, “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” Race says, voice high and pitchy, “I can’t really breathe, I can’t-”

“Shit, hey, it’s okay.  I think you’re having an anxiety attack,” Spot says, sounding uncharacteristically gentle, “I know a lot happened tonight, but we’re okay,” He places a comforting hand on Race’s shoulder, “Just breathe, it’s okay.”

Race nods, closing his eyes and focusing on Spot’s touch, allowing it to ground him.  A few moments later, he’s feeling calmer, if still a little shaken.  

“You alright?” Spot asks, not removing his hand.

“Yeah, I dunno, man,” Race says honestly, “It’s been a rough ass night and all I want right now is something to drink and someone to cuddle with,” his eyes fly open as soon as the words are out of his mouth.  He hadn’t meant to say that.  He’s not sure why he said that.  It’s not even like he and Spot have that sort of relationship, nor is he particularly seeking that out.  But now that it’s out there, Race wouldn’t say no to some good old physical comfort.

Spot seems to sense that and laughs a little as he removes his hand from where he’s still gripping Race to sling his arm around his shoulders.  It’s a little more intimate than they usually are, but friendly and comfortable nonetheless.  Race takes a deep, shaky breath and rests his head back against the wall, leaning into Spot’s side.

“Yeah, it’s been a fucked up night and I think I’m still deciding whether or not it’s real or just some weird fever dream,” Spot says, “Like, who even is that guy?  What the fuck is his deal?”

“Lord even knows,” Race says, “But I think I got my fill of crazy for a while.”

“Yeah, me too.”

They lapse into silence and Race is just starting to drift off when the door to the office opens and Albert pokes his head in, somehow covered in even more paint than before and holding up a bottle of tequila, “hey guys, I’m here and I’m ready to bitch.  The cop is gone now, though I wouldn’t recommend skipping town just yet- better safe than sorry.  Also, bank robbers, huh?  Haven’t had your kind in a while.  You’re a fun type, though the arson that I met last week was pretty spicy.  Anyway, drinks?  I know it’s early for alcohol, but I get the feeling y’all need it.”

Spot doesn’t even try to lower his voice as he says, “Yeah, I don’t think our fill of crazy is over yet.”

-

don’t ask me what that was about, i genuinely don’t know

thanks for reading, chiefs

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