#did the grimm one first and than i realized how i do cool stuff for grimm but not always for yarrow like hey wait a minute
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#art#body horror#coyotes#digital#grimm#yarrow#ocs#honeybee#my art#did the grimm one first and than i realized how i do cool stuff for grimm but not always for yarrow like hey wait a minute#anyways these are both partially inspired by songs on their playlists#a kindling of sorts by the oh hellos for yarrow and slate by model/actriz for grimm hee hoo#doing those studies of the disco elysium art style in 2022 fucking rewrote my own style i swear
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About A Boy: Final Part
Pairing:Â Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count:Â ~2.3k
Warnings:Â canon angst and violence, extra angst
Summary:Â Dean gets turned back into a teenager and realizes one thing: his Mark is gone. Is this his salvation or his downfall?
Season Ten Masterlist
Authorâs Note:Â I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3
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"Yeah, we have that stuff in the trunk," Sam clears his throat. "So, we'll get you changed back and light Sabrina's ass up."
"About that," Dean chuckles. "It turns out, this whole freak show has an upside." Dean pulls his shirt sleeve up to reveal his arm doesn't have the Mark. "The Mark is gone."
"How?"
"This witch slammed me back into the body I had when I was fourteen. I didn't have the Mark back then. If we reverse this spell, it's gonna come back. What if we don't?"
"Wait a second. Are you saying you want to stay like this?" you ask.
"No, but if it's between a psycho rage monster/borderline demon or a teenager, well..."
"Really?"
"Look, I'm not a fan, either but this is a problem solved. I'm still me. I can still hunt. I'm just, you know, dewier."
"You kind of have a point, but--"
"There are no buts, Sam," Dean cuts his brother off. "Good news is I have a virgin liver. So, what do you say when we're done doing our hero thing, we take her for a spin?"
"Yeah, sure. I mean, you can drink again in like seven years?"
"That's not funny," Dean says seriously.
"That's kind of funny."
"That's not funny."
"It's kind of funny," you smirk.
Silence fills the Impala and something comes over Sam and Dean. Both brothers are thinking the exact same thing. If Dean never changes back, what's going to happen when they shove a fourteen-year-old soul back into your body? Did Dean's soul revert back to that age, too? If so, did yours? Does this mean your soul is purely white now?
Sam arrives at the house Dean was kept in and immediately follows his brother to the small window he escaped from. This window is too small for either you or Sam to fit through so you'll have to find another entrance into the basement. There is a light on inside the house indicating someone is home.
"Looks like someone's home."
"We gotta get Tina out first. The window is still open."
"There is no way I'll fit through that," Sam says.
"First time you ever had to say that, huh?" Dean smirks.
"Big talk coming from the dude wearing underoos."
"Okay, good one," Dean nods. "Go find another entrance."
"Come on," Sam says to you.
Sam finds the back door and easily slips in. Tina and the witch might be upstairs but Dean is downstairs in the basement. When you get there, some big man has Dean in a chokehold. Sam hits the man in the back of the neck causing him to let go of Dean. The man falls to the ground and Dean joins your side.
"Don't!" Sam yells when he is about to get up. "Where's the girl?"
"Upstairs. Alive."
"What did you do to us?" Dean asks.
"Nothing. I'm not a witch. I just work for one."
"Shitty gig," you scoff. "Where is she?"
"Upstairs. Her name is Katja and she's the worst person in the world."
"I don't know. I work with this one," Dean gestures to you.
"Yeah, truth be told, I'm as evil as it gets," you smile.
"I've been with her for centuries. The things I've seen her do. She made my sister and I hurt and kill people. When we tried to escape, she caught us and tortured me, then she made me eat poor Gretel's heart."
"Gretel? Witch? Are you saying you're Hansel? Gretel and Hansel? Like the fable? Like Brothers Grimm?"
"It wasn't a fable." Hansel gets up and dusts off his pants. "It was based on a true story. They just gave it a happy ending."
"Oh, okay. We get to barbecue a celebrity. Cool," Dean shrugs.
"You can't kill her. You're just men and a woman."
"We're more than that." Sam takes out the Molotov cocktail that will be used to kill the witch. "We're hunters."
"Then let me help."
"What's in it for you?"
"Because if you're going to fry that candy-coated bitch, I want in."
"Tell me how to turn him back," Sam says and keeps the gun trained on him.
"Sam, it can wait," Dean sighs.
"Tell me how!!"
"The hex bag that I'm wearing will reverse the spell. Squeeze it and you'll return to your proper age." Sam lowers his gun. "Look, we waste the witch, I give you the cure. Deal?"
Once both brothers agree to the terms, Hansel takes all three of you upstairs. Katja is cooking in the kitchen and Tina is tied to a chair with a gag over her mouth. Katja chops onions up and places them into the large pot that's on the stove.
"Your friend JP didn't have much meat on his bones," she chuckles, "but a good cook works with the ingredients she's given." She tastes the soup and grins happily. "Mmm. Wunderbar!" The witch is originally from Germany so she'll put a few words in German from time to time. Tina cries quietly and Katja sees this. "Oh, don't worry, liebchen. You're too good for soup. I'm thinking of a nice, sweet chili glaze with a few hours of roasting in the oven. Ooh! An apple in your mouth to top it off."
Hansel steps into the kitchen alerting the witch.
"Hansel." You three appear behind him. You have a knife in your hand, Sam has a gun, and Dean has the Molotov cocktail in his. "Well, our lost lamb. I thought we'd have to go looking for you. Maybe even abandon our home sweet home here. I never dreamt you'd be stupid enough to come back on your own. Hansel, take care of them."
Hansel doesn't respond and walks to the right side of you, between you and Tina.
"Yeah, he's not exactly your biggest fan. Maybe you shouldn't have made him chow down on his sister."
Katja smirks and looks at Hansel.
"I never made Hansel do anything."
Suddenly, the knife is knocked out of your hand and Hansel pushes you into the wall behind you. He kicks Sam and grabs his gun, disarming him. Hansel quickly grabs you and places you in front of him, putting the gun to your head. Dean curses and tries to light the Molotov Cocktail but Katja uses her magic and sends it flying against the wall. The bottle breaks which means the spell is useless against her.
"Now, who's hungry?" she grins evilly.
Sam tries to move but Hansel shoves the gun further into your head.
"Don't move or I will kill her."
You're not scared, obviously, but you do value your life. If you were to make a move, he'd kill you. You'd like to live to see another day so you don't move an inch. Katja walks up to Dean and feels his arm.
"Ooh, scrawny. We'll have to fatten you up."
"Don't fucking touch me," Dean glares and yanks his arm away.
"I'm gonna do more than that." She walks back to the kitchen island. "Children. They're so sweet and delicious. You'll see." She looks at Hansel and nods once. "When I cook him up, I'll give you some, hmm?"
"If you like kids so much, why not go after kids? What's with this whole fountain of youth?" Sam asks.
"In the olden days, if a child went missing, it didn't matter. The young died all the time. Now, with all your AMBER Alerts and your milk cartons, a person fillets one rugrat and people get so angry. So, I improvise. I take adults no one will miss and give them back their youth. It's the only way I can eat in peace."
Sam slowly reaches into his back pocket where his knife is. Dean sees this and decides to stall the witch and keep the focus on him.
"Is it worth it? I mean, the word on the street is people kind of taste like chicken."
"A bit. European children are more free-range and gamier. Americans, though, are Heaven... fattier. The meat is so finely marbled that it's almost buttery. I just can't get enough."
"Awesome," Dean rolls his eyes.
"No! I am in awe. This is my first visit to your country, and I have to say, God Bless the U.S.A!"
"Oh, so, you're a tourist?"
"No. It's business, not pleasure. An old friend is causing trouble and the Grand Coven asked me to take of her. Poor, stupid Rowena."
"Rowena?" you bark out a laugh. "That bitch? Does she have red hair and have a thing for ritzy hotels?"
Katja drops the vegetable she is holding in shock.
"How do you know that?"
Sam finally gets his knife out without anyone noticing but you and Dean. He immediately lunges for Katja with the knife while Dean tackles Hansel to the ground. You jumped out of the way just at the right time so you didn't go down with them. You back up and stand next to Tina to watch this unfold.
Katja goes to stab Sam with her knife but he knocks it out of her hand. She uses her magic and flings him into the bookcase by the door, and he crumbles to the ground along with everything else on it. Hansel elbows Dean off him and grabs him by the collar to repeatedly slam him into the ground. Tina looks at you to see if you're going to do anything but you wave her off.
"He's fine," you shrug.
Katja opens the fiery oven, and Hansel shoves Dean three times against the fridge. Dean slides to the ground and looks at Sam who is too weak to get up. He looks at you and sees no regard for his safety in your eyes.
"Now you'll burn!" Katja yells. "Turn them!"
Hansel turns to you and Sam with an evil grin on his face. He grabs his neck where the hex bag should have been but realizes it's gone. He turns to Dean and goes white when he sees Dean has the hex bag. Dean clutches the bag and squeezes it, giving off a pure white light that is too bright to look at. Dean, now in his normal adult body, grabs the knife Katja dropped on the ground and shoves it deep into Hansel's chest.
He stomps over to Katja and shoves the hex bag into her mouth so she can't use any spells against him. She struggles against him but he shoves her into the open fiery oven and closes the door. She screams and begs to be let out but Dean closes the little door that lets the smoke out.
Dean didn't use the Blade to kill someone but he did take two lives. Your Mark is tingling in the most delicious way.
With the witch and Hansel dead, Tina is let go and forced to face the gravity of the situation. The brothers bring her outside the house to talk while you're off to the side picking the bark of a tree.
"That was crazy. Like psycho crazy. You three do this all the time?"
"All the fucking time."
"Not all the time," Sam mutters.
"Can you turn me back?"
"The hex bag went up in flames. I'm so sorry, Tina." She looks disappointed but not as much as she should. "We may be able to reverse engineer the spell, though."
She looks at her reflection in the window and decides to come to terms with who she is now.
"Maybe you don't. I have three ex-husbands, fifty grand in debt, and not much else. I was kind of a shitty adult. Maybe I'll do better this time around. Get out of town and get a fresh start. This is my second chance. Everybody wants a second chance, right?"
Dean looks over at you but you're not paying attention to them. Do you deserve a second chance? When she shoves this soul back into you, you'll remember every horrible thing you've said and done. Does he really want to do that to you? He'll have to make a deal with Death and put a wall in your head to make you forget.
That will be your second chance.
"Are you sure you're going to be alright?" Dean asks.
"Like I told you, I always am."
"Can we at least give you a ride somewhere?"
"To a bus station would be nice."
You and Tina head for the car and Dean sticks his hand out toward Sam.
"Give me the keys."
Sam and Dean take Tina to the nearest bus station while you stay in the car. Both of them give her all the cash they have so she can use it to get herself out of town. She thanks them and heads into the station, and the brothers return to the car.
"So, Grand Coven. Any ideas?" Dean asks.
"It doesn't sound good."
"It sounds like an 80's hair metal band. You know, a lot of hair spray, a lot of eye shadow, and a lot of keytar." Sam stares blankly at Dean. "No? Nothing? Come on, man. I'm painting a word picture here."
"Is it back?"
Dean sighs and lifts his sleeve to show that the Mark is indeed back on his arm.
"Look, I know what you're going to say, okay? But you were in deep."
"I know. You saved me, Tina, and Y/N. You pulled a Dean Winchester. Thank you."
"Anytime," Dean smiles.
"Do I wish the mark was gone? Yes, of course, on both of you," You roll your eyes, "but I wanted you back more. Here you are and you didn't Hulk out. I'll take the win. As for the rest of itâthe mark, everything else--we'll figure it out. We always do."
"Damn right. Let's get out here." Dean starts the car and he smiles when she purrs. "I'm back, baby."
Dean turns on the radio and Taylor Swift's Shake It Off plays over the radio. Sam looks to Dean expecting him to switch the song but he keeps it playing. Sam continues to stare at Dean but the older brother shrugs and leaves it on. He peels out of the parking lot with it still playing.
"I don't know about you two but we need to figure out where the hell my soul went. I want my magic back."
"That's something considering you're out for blood."
"What can I say? I want to switch it up this time."
If you can get them to believe you want your soul back, then you can trick them into giving you the remote for the device on your neck. Your time is up on this ride, and you finally want off it.
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> iâd love to get like headcanons for the bros with a m!mc who has a habit of collecting things?? like whether itâs just pretty rocks he finds on the ground or some random collectible GAKSHTKDJDKS IT IS GODS GUESS what he has like 50 of in his room!!!
   Hello anon!! Thank you for being the first request on the blog! đ One habitual collecting M!MC coming right up for you! To preface this, this is my first ever time sitting down and writing imagine-style requests so if anything isn't right please don't hesitate to shoot me an ask or IM to correct it! đ
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â¸â¸ You have a habit; to you it was never a big deal, but to creatures of various core vices, your behavior is a strange little thing to learn about! You've always collected objects for various reasons â perhaps the sentimental value, or just because it looked cool. And... it started to really show in your room.
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Lucifer at first doesn't pay too much attention; you're likely just curious about the Devildom's native geology, and he wont reprimand you for a harmless fascination. It served as a great tie-in for some of your classes at RAD too. However when you started to buy more and more shelves and display cases, he took a lot more notice â he was feeling a Levi 2.0 coming on. But the brothers would often fuel your collection habits, especially Mammon and Leviathan, and would always stand up for you: "He's just collecting some neat stuff! Leave him alone!" So he would... mostly.
He does, however, support your little collection in his own way. You started to receive texts about optimal ways to lay out your gemstones so they took up less space and could still stand out, he helps you pick out shelving that fits your room, and even offers an old storage room in the House of Lamentation to store some things for you to rotate in and out as you please. He does this song and dance with Leviathan already, and at least your hobby is way less intrusive or expensive.
"Y/N... Make sure you do not crowd your room out too much. If something breaks, these may fall and injure you, so please exercise caution. ⌠For my own peace of mind, if nothing else. I know I can't dissuade you from collecting more... nor would I want to. Though they may sparkle and shimmer brightly, the way your own face lights up is far more brilliant than any gemstone could ever hope to be. So please, let me know if I can assist you further."
Mammon is over the moon to hear you pick up little discarded items! That's his human! Sure, you end up keeping them, but Mammon's thrilled nonetheless at the fact that you've got a keen eye for these sorts of things. Initially he uses that as an in for you to unwittingly pluck out some valuable knickknacks that had been discarded for him to pawn off later behind your back, but... Well, when you first discovered what he did and ignored him for a week after you ended up deeply upset, he realized you collected those things for their sentimental value. Oops.
Mammon ends up fretting and eventually tracks the items he sold back down, returning them to you; "Normally I wouldn't be goin' through all this trouble for just one guy but... You're my special human, ya got that?!" And you heard it loud and clear. Now you often find Mammon's crows bringing you new shinies for your collection as part of his gifts to you, and he loves seeing that smile on your face every time you receive a new item for your collection. He sometimes even tries to weave these fantastic stories about how he came across them â nearly always something to amp up how great he is â but in the end you can tell each item was picked out because it fit your collection to a T and he knew you'd love it.
"Don't let the others pick on ya, man... Collectin's a good hobby! Ya never know when somethin' ya picked up could sell for hundreds, thousands, or even millions of Grimm! ⌠But, not that I'd want ya to sell the stuff I gave ya... Hey, you wont go sellin' my gifts off right?! Every one of those little trinkets has a piece of my heart in 'em, so they're stayin' put, ya hear?!"
Leviathan is another one firmly in the encouragement squad; he really can't argue otherwise given he's got the worst collection habit of the brothers rivaled only by Satan's own dragon's hoard of books. When he hears you have a fascination with collecting little chibi figurines, even for series you never watched, he's immediately going on Akuzon and selling you on collecting stuff from the series he likes. This sort of immediately spirals in to a daily routine of you two swapping whose displaying what in which rooms, and needless to say it gives Lucifer a hell of a migraine to figure out what's going on. And if anyone pick on you for collecting "girlish" stuff as a guy, Levi's gonna step in to verbally berate them; he's knocking at the knees later on, but hey, no one picks on his follow otaku!
As you two grow closer, Leviathan finds himself buying more of these figurines for you, often making up some kind of excuse: "This one is part of that Devi-Sentai set, so I went ahead and got it for you!" or "This one just has to be displayed with her twin sister, it's total blasphemy to the otaku culture to have one but not the other!" ⌠In truth, he's just glad to see you smile and enjoy his company, and these figurines are the excellent bridge that brought you two closer. Now it's just something you two do together without thinking about it.
"Hey, Y/N! There's gonna be this new sale for figurines going on at the next Ruri-Hana concert; you can't get these anywhere in the three realms otherwise, so let's go together, okay?! You being there will ease my poor heart and make all those crowds much more bearable too s-so you have to say yes!"
Satan is another one who gets the whole hoarding thing but excuses his own as a quest for knowledge rather than anything frivolous like Mammon or Leviathan, so when he sees you collecting origami initially he's rather perplexed by it. Why origami? Why so many of them? Were you building an army of familiars to one day unleash on everyone? As interesting as that would be to use on Lucifer, you inform him it's just something you collect because seeing them dancing and swaying in the ambient light of the moon is a sight you'd never get anywhere else. ⌠Colour him intrigued, so he spends a night over and immediately understands the fascination once the lights are turned off.
After that, Satan offers you a few origami pieces of his own to add to the collection, most being unsurprisingly feline in design; he's just pleased to be able to contribute in a meaningful way to your happiness, even if the others call it a silly hobby. One day he even leaves you an intricate origami cat that has writing on it â a poem he wrote to you to wish for your happiness before he folded it up in just the perfect way to reflect the key words. It's just another in a sea of quirky little additions, but he finds that's what makes you so special.
"I don't see many men, much less human ones, getting in to such a delicate hobby, but I think it suits you if I might be honest. When I first saw all their paper figures sway and sparkle like the stars in your room, it reminded me of how your own eyes shine when you're overtaken by joy. I want to continue seeing that cute face of yours, Y/N â whether through more of these origami, or through other ventures."
Asmodeus saw you going out to buy little dolls when you started earning Grimm and almost immediately became rather curious what you were doing with them; he hardly was one to judge, but he heard men in the human world hardly ever touched dolls. He'd tail you sometimes to see you were meticulous in which one you picked, sometimes even going out to buy or commission clothes to be made for them â and that's when it hit him. This would be the perfect chance to get you to notice his impeccable fashion tastes through making clothing for your dolls! Though he hadn't quite anticipated you having so many in your room, that too would actually become part of the fun plan he had cooked up.
"Let's plan up a fashion show for them, Y/N!" You were surprised to see Asmodeus carrying a whole box of doll-sized clothes in one arm and a box of human-sized clothes in the other; he brought the wardrobes to your room where he let you pick the dolls and he pieced together the outfits for them following a theme. You both then made an impromptu catwalk to strut your stuff for the miniature audience, with Asmodeus especially enamored with you and the reserved little way you walked. He expressed that it was lots of fun and gave him plenty of fun ideas for outfits, so he'd definitely be an avid supporter of your doll collection where possible and would love to do that more in the future.
"Y/N! Wasn't that just so much fun?! âĽâĽâĽ Ooooh, I hope those little dolls enjoyed seeing our beautiful selves put on that show for them! I'll make sure to find more for our audience in the future~ And if anyone gives you hassle over trying to buy more, you call me and only me to your side to deal with them okay? âĽâĽâĽ"
Beelzebub ⌠tries to understand. When it comes to collecting anything, he's never really understood why people keep so many things that couldn't even be eaten or enjoyed beyond looking at them. The first time he stumbled in to your room to see tons of Devildom sports cards all proudly on display however, well... shocked was certainly one word to use. He'd only ever purchased those for any of the snack promos that came with them and gave the cards away after that â to see they ended up in your hands was quite interesting to him.
At least it gives him an idea of how to spend some time with you; he sits down with you in your room and helps you catalogue your cards, then looks up on Akuzon the remaining ones you still need that are tied to any food or drink promos. You both end up going a little overboard with it, but the look on your face when you unwrapped that premium foil Fangol card you've been dying for was worth the lectures from Lucifer about flooding the common rooms out with boxes of snacks again.
"Y/N, if there's a day where I end up getting a card made after me, I'll make sure to get it for you before anyone else. And you'll have my signature on it, too. I don't really get the buzz around it personally since you can't eat them, but I like helping you get them. Your smile is the most precious thing to me, maybe even more than cheeseburgers... so I want to see you smile a lot."
Belphegor doesn't understand at all initially, assuming he even noticed at first. It takes him longer to pick up on what you're doing due to the initial hostility, but once he's clued in, this demon gets really confused. Isn't it a lot of effort to go and get a collection together? And for what purpose? When he takes a visit to your room it only generates more questions than answers upon seeing you hoarding a collection of old maps of the Devildom; they were all outdated and wrong anyways, what was the appeal?
Eventually though as the two of you draw closer he starts to see a value in those maps; some may even show places that were omitted from the new maps, some may contain history of buildings once there then removed off the face of the layer they once occupied, some may even have hidden napping spots. When he gets the idea of wanting to take a trip with you and Beel, the idea of the maps clicks and you find he's suddenly buying up or earning some more for you through favors he accrues.
"When you, Beel, and I take that trip we've been dreaming of... I want you to bring copies of these maps with us, okay? That way we can discover things no one else has seen in hundreds of years, maybe even centuries... Then we can lay under the stars together, far, far away from all the commotion. I think it sounds like a fantastic idea... That way me and Beel can spoil our favourite boy without ever having to worry about our brothers catching wind of it. What do you think, Y/N?"
Thank you again anon for sending this in! I hope these were to your liking! đđ
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corbinthemysterypirate asked:
I wanna know, since it seems that most people don't really realize this but, are there any other kids in candle cove. And if so has Janice ever met them, how does she react to others?
Ok, I can only really speak for my au, not other people's, but yes there are other kids in candle cove besides Janice, it's just that she's the only one there from our world.
I know on the wiki Nathan is mentioned as another kid member of the Laughingstock Crew who was Janice's neighbor in the real world, but because I think that's kind of distracting and takes away from Janice being the focus of the story (and creates a HUGE plot hole for my au's world building) in my version he's also a puppet like everyone else. He's also a little older than Janice in my version, about 13 (just to make sense out of why Calvary seems more chill with him being on the crew than Janice at first), and while he and Janice are pretty close friends and can come to each other as kids about stuff in a way they can't with the other adults I also cut the tid-bit about them having a crush on each other out cuz, again I made him older and it felt like another distracting thing.
There's also Auburn! I don't nearly talk about her as much as I should considering how much she rots my brain (again just referring to her in my own au not the wiki). In my version Thade and Lillian aren't her biological parents, but rather she was a stowaway on the Tarantula ship (for reasons I'll get into later) and was just sort of...adopted by the crew over time? Lillian did practically become her mom and while it's more difficult to discern what relationship she had with Thade, since I hesitate to call him a dad sometimes because they feel like a more terrorizing little sister and very tired older brother duo, they were all family none the less. This also means Auburn was there for Red Mary's attack on the crew though, and along with Thade and Percy, was the only survivor (though the other two aren't aware of this and presumed her to be dead since they were separated).
I can't really get into her too much since I also have a big sequel au where the good guys and bad guys team up to defeat Red Mary and Auburn is involved in a big way, but the basic gist is after the attack she was just on a hellbent path for revenge which ended up getting her involved in a bunch of magic stuff, as well as hurting others and herself. In the same au she does end up joining the team and by this time both her and Janice are a bit older, Janice 14 and Auburn 16, but they actually get along great. Much like how Janice has Thade parallels in her characterization and story arc, Auburn has a lot of parallels to Lillian in the same way, so the two of them have a similary dynamic personality wise. Janice honestly just thinks Auburn is super cool and learns much more about magic and abyssians through her, and Janice helps Auburn give herself a break and move past some of the survivors guilt from the attack on the crew and how she was never able to avenge her mother on her own. I think they may also bond over losing their moms at young ages and having to live without them.
I've always loved to imagine Janice, Nathan, and Auburn just being this super chaotic trio of rag tag kids doing pirate crimes and getting into trouble. Auburn is usually the one to start chaos, Nathan tries to stop her, and while Janice helps her with it she's also usually the one to get them all out of it. It's their thing :] They should have like....a "Traumatized pirate kids who have been through some shit" therapy group they all need it.
Also, even though in my version she never actually makes it to the cove itself, me and a few friends on discord have come up with this sort of spin off story focusing on Melrose and what's happening back in Ohio after Janice goes missing that has more of that og candle cove cursed tv show feel than the main candle cove story I have where the feel is more aligned with grimm fairytales.
It's basically Melrose, who's going through guilt hell after Janice goes missing, seeing her sister in candle cove on the TV one day, basically the actual candle cove show described in the og creepypasta. Because everyone else only sees static though, she feels like she's going crazy, until one day a kid from school tells her "I saw your sister on TV too." From there Mel and a few other kids who have also witnessed the show (all oc's I'll share later) form this little group aiming to figure out what the hell's going on and to hopefully get Janice back from where ever she went. It sort of has that 80's horror movie vibe with the group of kids banding together over weird shit happening to them and having to solve a mystery or face off against something evil before it's too late. It's fun, it'll be fun I'm definitely not going to drag them all through trauma.
(April 12, 2022)
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âMammon raised Satanâ headcanons pt. 2
brainrot part 2, the self-indulgent boogaloo
came up with these while writing the part 1 post on this subject, but didnât include them bc I wanted that post to focus more on Satanâs evolving relationships with all the brothers. these first few points are follow-ups to or extensions of part 1, while the rest mainly center around Satan and Mammonâs relationship specifically (feat. their other brothers occasionally)
â§Â When Satan was still tiny and going Rage Mode⢠half the time, Mammon would read aloud as a way of distracting him. Seeing how effective it was at getting Satan to calm down, Mammon started getting childrenâs books for Satan and teaching him to read. Once Satan got named an official Avatar of sin, Mammon promptly dropped a solid chunk of Grimm on books for him; he didnât have to take care to hide such âuncharacteristic purchasesâ from Lucifer at that point, after all. Heâd justified it to the eldest by claiming that he got to take a break from babysitting whenever Satan got absorbed in reading.
â§Â (In truth, Satan would ask Mammon to read to him even well after he became a proficient reader on his own. Mammon always did a good job narrating, and he would give all the characters unique voices, too. Satan stopped asking Mammon to read to him after he entered his âwanting to be seen as a cool and mature personâ phase, but he still finds himself wanting Mammon to narrate whenever he encounters a particularly good book. Heâs too self-conscious to actually ask, though.)
â§Â While he was still raising Satan by himself, Mammon started keeping a photo album. Most of the pictures are of just Satan, but a good number of pics feature the two of them together. Pictures of Satan with Levi and/or Beel show up about two thirds of the way in, and the other brothers start making appearances towards the end. The album stops at a family photo of them all together.
â§Â After the âtrying to kill Satanâ incident, Barbatosâ view of Lucifer soured dramatically. It was the ultimatum Diavolo gave to his father that ensured Barbatosâ place on the palace staff indefinitely, but Barbatos was the one who chose to care for the young prince. As a result, he got a front-row view of how parental rejection affects a childâŚand as Diavoloâs primary caretaker, he was personally less than pleased every time the cheerful prince would deflate after being dismissed/ignored by his father. Though Diavolo was willing to give Lucifer a chance to make amends, Barbatos was just as ready to help Mammon kidnap Satan and run off to the Human Realm; if thereâd been a timeline wherein he couldâve gotten away with it, itâs exactly what Barbatos wouldâve done for a young Diavolo. Barbatosâ opinion of Lucifer recovered after the eldest brother finally accepted Satan, but it was a gradual process.
â§Â Once Mammon had recovered from their fight, Lucifer slowly began trusting him to help out with his work. Previously, Lucifer had fully bought into the âI can do this myselfâ mindset and refused to let his brothers help him. The tasks he relies on Mammon for normally involve surveillance, sabotage, and so on â stuff Lucifer doesnât want to risk being directly associated with, either because it would hurt his status OR because his status would compromise the task itself. He himself never realized it, but both Barbatos and Lord Diavolo noticed a marked improvement in Luciferâs disposition after he began interacting with his brother more often.
â§Â Although he accepted Luciferâs apology for hurting him, Mammon never fully forgave the guy for trying to destroy Satan, or for rejecting the kid for so long. Whenever Lucifer is being especially hostile and makes a rude comment about Mammonâs irresponsible behavior, it takes restraint Mammon didnât even know he had to not fire back with âat least Iâm responsible enough to raise a child.â He knows heâs gonna mess up and actually say something like that one day; he just hopes itâs worth it.
â§Â Satan is a little more lenient with Mammonâs sticky fingers than the other brothers. Spending centuries with Mammon as his sole caretaker meant he got to witness firsthand how much Mammon struggles with the compulsion to steal. He still gets upset when Mammon steals books from him, of course. (Mammon will occasionally steal books for him as well, though, which Satan certainly doesnât mind.)
â§Â Mammon steals from Beel, Belphie, and Satan less than he does from the other brothers. Beel and Belphie are pretty self-explanatory â neither of them have a habit of collecting valuable objects. With Satan, Mammon claims the family bookworm has so many cursed books just lying around that it makes stealing from him too much of a hassle. The truth is that he knows how much Satan loves reading, and how much the activity calms him. The books Mammon does steal are usually ones Satan doesnât seem to care for all that much, or the particularly dangerous ones.
â§Â Satan views Mammon more favorably than he does the rest of his brothers. This doesnât stop him from joining in on making fun of Mammon, because Mammon really does annoy him sometimesâŚbut Satan is still usually the first to cut Mammon down whenever Lucifer hangs him from the chandelier.
â§Â Mammon taught Satan how to drive, but Satan ultimately decided against getting a driverâs license. He wonât admit it, but itâs so that he has an excuse to ask Mammon to drive him places.
â§Â Satan has a standing invitation to hang out in Mammonâs room if he ever wants/needs to avoid any of their brothers, especially Lucifer. Mammon never really makes it a point to clean his room, but heâll start straightening things up, throwing away trash, etc if heâs there when Satan drops by.
â§Â When he first learned about Fatherâs Day, Satan got Mammon a #1 Dad mug as a joke gift. Mammon did NOT tear up over it and totally doesnât keep the mug hidden in his room so he can look at it whenever he feels down. (Satan got the same mug for Lucifer, but with the #1 part crossed out. Lucifer stored it away and uncomfortably ignores it.)
â§Â When Satan got into his âI am a mature adult and absolutely not a childâ phase, he wanted to get rid of most of his childhood things. Mammon, who knows exactly how this goes after raising 5 younger siblings, kept some things he knew Satan especially loved â a childrenâs encyclopedia, a well-worn stuffed cat, etc. He waited a few centuries, then brought it all back to Satan in a box, saying heâd stumbled across it while looking for things to sell. (Mammon counted it as a success when he spotted the cat doll sitting on the arm of Satanâs chair the next time he visited.)
â§Â Due to how often Satan would ask him to read them aloud, Mammon still has a lot of Satanâs favorite childhood books memorized by heart.
â§Â Mammon lowkey wishes he and Satan could be close again, like when Satan was younger, but simultaneously views it as impossible. His lil bro is all grown up and successful and accepted by the others now; Mammon wouldnât trade that for anything.
â§Â When Mammon gets especially hammered, heâll sometimes text Satan to make sure the other brothers arenât âbullying him again.â Satan used to view it as just drunken rambling, but the one time he responded that they were, he was caught off-guard by how legitimately upset Mammon got about it.
â§Â When Mammon semi-adopted that one orphan girl and went to Lucifer for help, Lucifer could only sigh and shake his head. What was it with Mammon and unintentionally getting attached to strange children? Was this going to be a recurring thing? (When he hears Mammon refer to Luke as a âkid brother,â Lucifer can only sigh again. Itâs definitely a pattern.)
â§Â Exactly two people are allowed to hug Satan: Beel, because he gives the best hugs in the Devildom, and Mammon, because his hugs are calming.
â§Â Mammon is an honorary member of the Anti-Lucifer League, at least in Satanâs opinion. This is due to the number of times heâs voluntarily taken the blame for something Belphie and/or Satan did, as well as the number of embarrassing stories about Lucifer (even some from his Celestial Realm days!) that heâs recounted to Satan.
â§Â As cruel as it sounds, Lucifer is glad that Mammon and Satan arenât as close nowadays. If he had to deal with a united front comprised of Mammonâs constant troublemaking and Satanâs rebellious streak, his mental health would be in shambles.
â§Â Mammon SWEARS he didnât teach Satan how to cuss. Lucifer absolutely does not believe him. (He didnât, is the thing. Satan picked it up from Leviathan after overhearing some Heated Gamer Momentsâ˘.)
â§Â Heâs never said it outright (and probably never will), but Lucifer truly does appreciate all Mammon did to raise Satan â especially after he was named Avatar of Wrath. Modern-day Lucifer isnât exactly good with kids, so he can only imagine how badly trying to raise Satan on his own wouldâve gone back then.
â§Â Initially, Satan didnât want to sleep in his own room. He was used to sleeping in Mammonâs room, and would usually go over in the middle of the night to sleep there instead. Mammon halfheartedly discouraged this, but didnât really do anything about it until Lucifer put his foot down. After that, Mammon tried sleeping in Satanâs room for a while, sneaking out once Satan had fallen asleep. It did work, ultimately, though there were a few times Satan would intentionally latch onto Mammon before falling asleep to keep him from leaving.
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me headcanons#mammon#satan#obey me mammon#obey me satan#little d no. 2 speaks#a couple spoilers but nothing too major i think
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HC: They see MCâs sketchbook!
Art. Itâs a private thing. Showing someone your work is akin to showing them a piece of your soul, an insight into who you are and everything that lies within. So when the Obey Me! boys get a glimpse of your sketchbook, they find themselves wanting for moreâand all in different ways.
Word Count: 6.0k
*Mild NSFW themes for Asmo & Diavolo
Characters: All Brothers + All Undateables + Luke
MASTERLIST
Lucifer
At the beginning of the year, there is 0 trust between the two of you
Not only has he actively tried to kill you, but heâs already so suspicious of the pacts youâre making with his brothers that he canât help but be wary every time you cross paths
So when he realizes that youâre always absentmindedly scribbling in a notepad every time you interact, heâs more than a little perturbed by it
100% thinks youâre secretly taking notes on his and his brothersâ behavior to use it against them
So, obviously, when he next sees you using it in his presence, he wastes no time in snatching the notebook from your hands
âOh hey, Lucifâwhat are you doing?!â
âNothing you should be concerned with, human.â
âThatâs my sketchbook youâre holding!â
âSketchbook?â
Instantly flips it open and sure enough, inside thereâs nothing but doodles and sketches
luci.is.confuzzled.exe
Heâs still convinced that there must be something incriminating in the book, so he continues flipping through it. But the more he sees, the more he realizes how wrong he is
Itâs only when he flips to the section with his family that he begins to feel guilty
In the beginning, you just draw basic poses. Mammon, glancing at you over his shoulder. Asmo, posing for a camera. Beel, about to bite down on a hamburger.Â
But the further he goes, the more elaborate the sketches get, and as he flips through the pages, he can feel the amount of work that has gone into each piece
And then he gets to the page where you drew him
Keep it lowkey, but he thinks his heart stopped for a second
He stares at the picture and wonders if thatâs what you see every time he shifts into his demon form, because for the first time since his fall, he canât help but think about how beautiful he looks. Everything looks so right in your art style, from the diamond on his forehead to the way his wings flutter out of his back.
Itâs perfection
âIâm confiscating this,â He says quickly, not looking you in the eye.
He then escapes the room faster than youâve ever seen, and never speaks of the incident again to you
But roughly a week later, you find a small red book on your pillow, and you know that it's a sketchbook from him, to replace the one he took
And even laterâafter the two of you grow closeâyou find your old sketchbook stored in his most secure drawer, locked away with a key he keeps hidden. And you know that heâs spent hours looking through the book on rough nights, through the doodles of him and his brothers and everything else youâve ever drawn
And though heâs too proud to admit it, you know he loves your artÂ
Mammon
He found it when he was going through your stuff, absentmindedly checking to see if you had any valuables on you
And the moment he flipped open to see your little notebook of doodles, his mind went B I N G OÂ
He loves your art the second he sees it, spending a whole hour just sitting on your bedroom floor, flipping through the pages
Adores everything about your art style
And when he starts to see the little doodles you do of his brothers, heâs even more enraptured
You draw all the things heâs imagined but never seen: a sketch of Lucifer dressed in a onesie, snuggling a giant teddy bear. Beel, using a sleeping Belphie as a food tray for a pile of snacks as large as the sixth-born himself. Asmo with cat ears, being chased by Solomon, who appears to be a wolf.
And yet, there are no pictures of Mammon
Man is hurt by the fact that youâve drawn all his brothers but not him. Heâs your first man, after all. You should have been the first person he drew!
Gets a bit upset about it and throws your sketchbook back into the drawer he found it in, stomping back to his room with childlike indignation
Is just a bit petty about it afterward
âHey, Mammon, can you walk me to school? Class starts in half an hour.â
âHuh? Oh, so now ya want me to do it, huh? Well, why donât you ask Asmo instead?â
âOkay? I will???â
Soon everyone in the house has realized that Mammonâs being a bit off, and while it was nice at first to have peace and quiet from the resident troublemaker, you guys grow concerned pretty quick
And eventually, you go to his room to talk things out
Letâs just say that when you found out heâd been going through your stuff, you were not pleased. But seeing that he wasnât going to be the mature one, you sucked it up and whacked the demon on the back of his head, telling him to âwait a secondâ while you went to âget somethingâ
Cue the retrieval of your second sketchbookÂ
And when Mammon sees it, heâs not sure what he feels more of: guilt or happiness
Every single page in this second notebook is of him. Only a few are colored, but Mammon finds himself enraptured by even the casual doodles in the corners, where heâs doing little things like eating a banana or flashing the viewer a few Grimm
Man is touched. Heâs never had anyone do this for him, and certainly not out of their own volition. So suffice it to say that when he tackled you for a hug that night, he didnât let you go for a long time
And maybe some other stuff happened too. Who knows? ( ͥ° ÍĘ ÍĄÂ°)
Leviathan
TSL
The second Levi sees you sketching in your artbook (after an incoherent stumble of words which you assume are synonymous with praise), the only phrase coming out of this manâs mouth is TSL
Begins begging you to draw fanart of the Shadow Lord, asking you to sketch him in different outfits, draw him in different poses, put him in various backgrounds, etc.
Basically wants you to bring his imagination to life
âOh! Oh! Can you draw him baking a cake now? Wouldnât that be so cool?!â
Absolutely does the wwooooooOOOOOAAAHAHHHHHHH sound effect every single time you show him your work, even if youâve only made minor changes from the last time you showed him
He takes you on a spending spree, pulling up Akuzon and offering to pay for whatever supplies you want if youâll just make him a super fancy poster
And so you start
It actually gets to be a pretty good way to grow closer: every day, after school, you head up to Leviâs room to work on the poster he asked you to make him. In exchange, he lets you borrow his manga and you guys watch anime together
Eventually, boi gets the idea of throwing Ruri-chan into the poster, and the second he thinks it he wonât shut up about it
âOh, come on! You can do itâlook, just put her in this little corner right here!â
âHow many times do I have to tell you, Levi?! Ruri-chan and the Shadow Lord are two completely different characters who are meant to be drawn in completely different art styles! If I mush Ruri-chan into the corner, itâll ruin the posterâs dynamic!â
âBut pleeeeeaaaassseeeee?â
Cue extra pouty Levi
Eventually, you agree to make a separate drawing of Ruri-chan for Levi to hang up next to the poster, because you think that otherwise, heâll go crazy
When the date rolls around where youâre almost done with everything, Levi formally sends out an invitation to everyone of importance
Man invites everyone from Luke to Diavolo over for the ârevealing ceremonyâ where he plans to hang the poster on his wall
Actually tried to get the demon king to come as well, but Lucifer stopped him before he could get an invitation out
When everyone sees what youâve been working on for so many weeks, theyâre all MEGA impressed because hello??? they did not know you were this skilled???
It quickly turns into a competition, with each one of them trying to outdo each other with how vigorously they can compliment you
And soon enough you find yourself swamped with requests from every other demon in the room, begging you to make them something as elaborate as you did Levi
Satan
Itâs a system you guys have set up, where every Tuesday and Thursday night, youâll sit in the common room on the couch facing each other and will simply open your books to do what you will
You always draw, and Satan always reads
And neither will bother the other until the grandfather clock chimes twelve times, whereupon you both bid each other goodnight and wait for the next session where you do it all over
Except for today, that is
âWhat are you drawing?âÂ
Ah, there it is
The one question you were hoping Satan would never ask
You subtly (incredibly awkwardly) change the subject, commenting on the color of Satanâs jacket to distract him from his inquiry, and he picks up on the hint, quietly huffing as he turns back to his bookÂ
But the mild irritation he feels doesnât let him fully delve back into the realm of the nonfiction novel he was reading, so heâs more than a little distracted as he goes back to reading about human anthropology
And itâs in this state of distraction that he notices the little glances youâre stealing every so often, before returning to your sketchpad
Yeah, it doesnât take long for Satan to put two and two together
âAre you drawing me?â
An incredulous question, asked in such an offending tone
He sounds so irate by the fact that you canât help but helplessly deny it, muttering something about drawing plants and flowers instead
But Satan doesnât believe it, and in an instant heâs standing behind you, staring at the sketch in your hands which has oh-so-beautifully captured the essence of him on the couch, engrossed in a book with the light from the flames in the fireplace flickering gently against his skin
The anger at being drawn without having agreed to it quickly melts into a quiet awe for your skill
âCan I see your other drawings?â He asks gently, no longer irritated but actually impressed
âI-Iâm not sure if youâll want toââ
âNonsense. Show me.â
And so you do
You hand him the sketchbook, avoiding his eyes as he flips to the very first pageâand imagine his surprise when he sees that even that is a sketch of his face, though the artwork is significantly less advanced than the piece he just saw. Satan flips to the next page, and then the next, and the next, and sure enough: theyâre all of him
âI-I just needed a model to practice my artwork on,â You mumble, gaze fixated on the couch. âAnd you were right there, so I couldnât resist...and then I needed a model again. And again. And you were always there, and I know I never asked, but Iâm sorry, and if you donât want me to, I wonâtââ
âNonsense,â Satan murmurs, pressing a finger to your lips. His smile has never looked as sincere as it looks now, his gaze flickering back and forth between your face and the sketchbook in his hands
âIâll be your model, if you so desire it. Just tell me how you want me to sit.â
Asmodeus
Your model for everything
Youâre trying to draw the Hulk and you a good frame of reference? And you need a really muscular model? And Beel ABSOLUTELY fits the bill?Â
Yeah no, Asmoâs your model
You want to draw a child? Someone small and short, roughly the exact same height as Luke (who is an ANGEL and would absolutely help you)? Yeah no, Asmoâs still going to be your model.
Want a cute guy? Asmo. Cute girl? Asmo. Cute animal? Still Asmo.
Man refuses to leave you alone - the second he learns that youâre an artist he insists on gracing your work with the holy sight of his body
Highkey wants to model nude
And youâd be lying if you said that he was a bad modelâman can hold a pose for hours without moving even a little, his only fault is that he talks incessantlyâbut you can easily quiet him by saying that youâre drawing his lips - and the moment you do so, heâs suddenly heâs stiller than a statue, doing his absolute best to remain frozen so that you can capture his perfection
Boi posts 100% of your content on his Devilgram, and while you were hesitant about it at first, now youâre just used to it
Thanks to him, youâre a lowkey celebrity
Like demons love your art styleÂ
Itâs apparently very refreshing and human-like as compared to the dark and dreary art found in the Devildom, so people go wild over Asmoâs Devilgram page for it
Man thinks that theyâd go even more wild if you drew something where he modeled nude
In fact, itâs lowkey a business deal that the two of you have - you allow Asmo to post your work on his Devilgram (giving credit to you, of course), and in exchange he pays for all your art supplies, acts as your model (though thatâs really more of him wanting to than it being your choice), and even goes as far as to keep Mammon apart from you while you work, insisting that you need âprivacyâ and âquietâ while you draw
100% acts like he isnât even more chatty than Mammon when given the chance
On the bright side, itâs thanks to these weekly art sessions where you draw and Asmo models and talks that youâre always up to date on the latest gossip. Youâre 100% caught up with the fact that Zahhak just found out he has another illegitimate son and that Baphomet just liked Rusalkaâs post from fourteen centuries ago
So yeah, the two of you have a mutually beneficial relationship
Asmodeus still insists that one thing would make it better though: him modeling nude
But Asmo is a sweetheart about everything, and he goes out of his way to pamper youÂ
Specifically, your handsâafter all, those are what work your artistic magic!
Expect him to always��be peppering your dominant hand with kisses, massaging it whenever you look tired, giving you weekly manicures completely free of charge, all out of the goodness of Asmoâs heart
*ahem* and weekly requests to model nude
Beelzebub
a m a z e m e n tÂ
Boi is entranced
Like, heâs so mesmerized by your art that heâs not even paying attention to the food sitting right in front of him, simply opting to stare more intently at the drawing youâre holding up so eagerly
Itâs quite beautiful, really: The seven demon brothers surrounding you, a reworking of a photograph Lucifer took a few months ago but in your art style. And for that last fact, Beel thinks he likes this version better
âWow,â He finally manages to say, still too impressed to really think of anything else
He lets his brothers shower you in praise and compliments, silently nodding along and agreeing with every plaudit they thrust your way
But the moment youâre alone, expect to be scooped into his arms and carried to his room
Boi instantly wants to know the process
When do you draw? How long does it take? Where do you do it? How are you getting your supplies? Who pays?
Itâs not so much the physical process heâs interested in, but rather the nuances of art that make your work look so you. Heâs not interested in learning for the sake of doing, but simply for the sake of understanding because he already appreciates your art so much
Absolutely invites you to his room to have you show him the art process the next time you start working on a piece
And after the first time, then, he invites you back a second - then a third - and then the two of you have settled into a routine where after school, you come to his room and pencil away in your sketchpad, with Beel watching in the background, munching on snacks
Itâs quite relaxing for him, actually
He likes watching as you bring a piece together, going over previously flat areas with a second layer of shading to make certain elements popâand even if he doesnât completely understand what youâre doing, heâs entirely willing to learn, listening peacefully as you explain what the various tools do
By the end of the month, man has actually memorized all the names of your supplies, handing them to you every time you ask for it - be it something as simple as a request for an eraser or just the blending stump
Lowkey, your work has actually improved since you began working up in Beelâs room
Not only does he have the most comfortable setup, but the man pampers you like royalty, always making sure that thereâs water or food for you in case you need something
(And if you do happen to require something that isnât already in Beelâs room, man will 100% get it for you so that you donât have to stop what youâre doing)
Honestly, itâs the perfect arrangement: he gives you the ideal working space and you give him hours upon hours of intrigue
And if you happen to begin sitting in his lap one day while you work, something which quickly turns into a pattern, whoâs there to stop anything? ;)
Belphegor
Man naps
A lot
And you just happen to be his favorite pillow, so itâs hardly a surprise when all your free time is spent in the presence of a dozing Belphie, always passed out over your legs
So once, just once, you pull your sketchpad out from under your pillow and work on it, a cautious eye trained on the seventh-bornâs every move in case he stirs
And when that first time goes smoothly, you pull your sketchpad out a second time
Then a third
Then a fourth - and suddenly, youâre caught in a pattern
It was really just a matter of time until Belphie woke up one day and you didnât notice
And itâs already too late when the drowsy demon lifts his head, peering curiously onto your lap to see what youâre working onâmuch to your horror
âY-youâre awake,â You mutter halfheartedly, a sick feeling settling in your stomach as you watch the demonâs expression shift as he studies your artwork
You hate it
A bubble of anxiety begins to rise, fear over whether he will like your work or call it bad, whether heâll make fun of your work or tell the brothers, whether heâll be kind about it or mean
But then, much to your surprise, he flops back onto your lap, utterly unphased
âNice,â The demon comments casually, stretching as he rests his head along your thigh. âItâs pretty.â
You can only blink as he falls back asleep, utterly confused as to what just happened
He woke up, right? And he saw your art? And he complimented it, telling you that he thought it was nice and pretty?
A sound of disbelief escapes your mouth as you try to process the utter nonchalance with which the whole exchange had concluded with, your shock only interrupted by the light sound of Belphie, whoâs already snoring
You groan
But now that Belphie has seen your work, itâs not like thereâs much point in hiding it any longer, right?
You pull your sketchbook out, silently continuing to work on the design that the man napping on your lap had said to be ânice,â adding some finishing touches to itÂ
And when Belphie wakes up, he speaks nothing of the entire exchange
From that point and onward, you become a little more comfortable around him, relieved that you donât need to talk about it with him
And he gets it
For all your free time, while he naps, you draw, and the two of you find a comfortable form of peace together, an odd tranquility lurking in the fact that there are no questions, no answers, just you and him, the sound of scribbling and snoring, your sketchpad and his pillow
And really, who needs anything else?
Solomon
Heâs probably the first one to realize, on his own, that youâre an artist
The two of you have nearly all your classes together, thanks to Lord Diavolo, so itâs hardly surprising when the ever-astute sorcerer picks up on the fact that every time he casts you a second glance, youâre working on some mysterious sketch underneath your desk
Doesnât really care at first
Until he sees your work
Man actually stops when he picks your sketchbook up off the ground, inspecting the page it had flipped open to after you dropped it
âHoly shitâ
Doesnât even ask for permission, he just begins browsing through the sketchbook, growing more and more impressed with each new page he sees
You only snatch the book back from his hands when you realize that the sketch heâs staring at so intently is one you drew of him, thanking him for picking it up with a huff and awkwardly trying to remove yourself from the situation as fast as humanly (heh, yes that is a pun) possible
Wizard boy stops you, ofc
âCome with meâ
âBut I have class soonâ"
Again, doesnât even wait for your agreement, man just drags you by the forearm to the library and flips open a book, throws down his own notebook, and demands that you use your âart skills or whateverâ to help him
Sigh
Precious wizard boy isnât very good with words when heâs all worked up
It takes you a good 5 minutes to understand that he wants you to compare the summoning circle outlined on the book with the one he sketched to identify where he went wrong, because apparently you have an âartistâs eyeâ and therefore you should be able to assist him - and he refuses to believe you when you try to convince him that no, this is not your strong suit and you will likely be unable to help him
He gets whinier than Asmo (probably where he gets it from) and will not stop nagging you even as you try to leave, so eventually you just give in and agree to try to help him - and it wounds up being surprisingly easy for you to realize that he missed the secondary outline of the inner circle, among another few minor mistakes
Huh, maybe you are naturally inclined toward this
From that moment and onward, Solomon decides that you are officially valuable (not only do you have magical potential, but you have an eye for summoning circles too? how UNFAIR) and begins spending all his time with you
Doesnât really care about the fact that youâre an artist at firstâis really more interested in how your skills can be applied
But then one day, after a particularly rough night of going through twelve whole summoning circles for twelve powerful demons, he takes a nap and wakes up to find you passed out on the floor, sleeping on top of your sketchbook where you fell asleep doodling him
Highkey touched
And slowly, he begins casually âfalling asleepâ around you more often, to see and flip through more of your artwork when he wakes upÂ
Sigh
Bby is fucking shady even when he does wholesome shit
Simeon
Okay letâs be real
Thereâs no peace with the seven demon brothers. Solomon is chaotic. Luke, as much as we love him, is just a lot to be around. And even with Barbatos next to him, Diavolo is a walking tornado that tends to wreak havoc whenever he wills it (and he usually wills it).
So honestly, being with Simeon is the only place of tranquility you can find in the entire Devildom
Specifically, his room
*Which is off-limits to all the aforementioned individuals
He extended the invitation for you to spend some ârelaxation timeâ in his quarters whenever you pleased at the beginning of the year, his angelic heart already sensing the absolute whirlwind of disaster you were walking into when you joined RAD
And while you declined his offer immediately out of politeness, you found yourself sheepishly knocking on his door not one week into the program
And now itâs become an every-day sort of thing
So yeah
Simeon knows about your art
In fact, you canât seem to draw unless youâre in his presence, because at this point, he naturally soothes you so much that your hand is only steady when you hear the sound of his calm breathing in the background
In fact, you work best when the two of you are spread out on his couch, your back resting comfortably on Simeonâs shoulder while he writes (yes, he manually writes all his books on pen and paper) and you put your legs up on the couch, sketching away in your notebook
Itâs the very image of peace, something you canât seem to find anywhere else in this realm
And Simeon, bless his heart, may be a master of calligraphy, but the precious angel cannot draw to save his life - a fact which you have taken it upon yourself to handle
See, the angel gets tired every now and thenâunderstandable, given that he produces literal masterpieces at his hands
And so when he gets tired, what does he do?Â
Make incomprehensible doodles in the upper left corners of his papers
So, of course, youâve taken it upon yourself to bring those doodles to life (even if it requires a half-hour of inspection before you can make out what the sketch was supposed to be) and Simeon loves it
The expression of eagerness that surfaces every time you inform him that youâve finished a piece is so rewarding, because the childlike glee with which he takes the paper from your hands to inspect it always sends a rush of warmth to your heart as he gushes in appreciation
But uhÂ
Simeon is a special kind of chaotic, something that manifests every time he doodles something on paper
You stare at the angel in disbelief as he informs you that his latest doodle (what appears to be a banana-looking creature in sunglasses?) was actually a monkey ironing clothesâunsure what to say in light of this information
But itâs okay :) There only needs to be one artist in this relationship, and it clearly isnât him
Luke
It started with cake
He needed âinspirationâ to make something for Barbatos, as a thank-you gift for the pastry lessons the elder gave him, but Luke claimed that everything he made, while it tasted fine, lacked in the aesthetic department
And while normally you would play it Simeon-style, leaving it to the younger angel to handle things on his own so that he can grow individually, you felt too bad watching him discard another batch of cupcakes into Beelâs mouth, rubbing his head in aggravation over how annoying it was that nothing was looking right
So you helped him out
It was nothing major, really
Just eight doodlesâsubtle yet elegant designs for a triple-tiered cake, childish and bouncy arrangements to store flan, little details in frosting to give cupcakes the added element of specialty that makes them infinitely better
But the second Luke saw your paper, he went wild
Boi was running to the kitchen so fast he barely even had the time to shout âthank youâÂ
Apparently, your little sketches sparked inspiration in him so strongly that the flames burned til midnight (much to Simeonâs disapproval), but when Luke was finally done with everything, he walked out of the kitchen with a tray of desserts that looked so perfect it was hard to imagine that he brought them to life from your sketches
Luke spent ages thanking you, shoving desserts down your throat even when you insisted that you were full, so unimaginably grateful that you helped him out of what he called âchefâs blockâ
Each âthank youâ was accompanied either a brownie or a slice of mango mousse or whatever new pastry Luke was creating that day, and before long you were getting to enjoy luxury foods on the daily (much to Beelâs jealousy)
Boy only believed that the debt was paid when you told him that there was no debt to pay, that you sketched those quick little doodles for him out of kindness and not obligation
Believe it or not, Lukeâs eyes actually welled with tears for a second at that, before he wrapped you up in a giant (is it really giant if the hugger is so little?) hug, wailing something about you being too âpureâ and âperfectâ for the Devildom, and that one day you would be very happy in the Celestial Realm
You pat his head, telling him that if it truly made him this happy, you would be glad to help him out again and sketch some food doodles whenever he wanted some new ideas
Cue another round of hugs, muffled crying, and sobs about how amazing you are
Barbatos
Barbatos knew, of course
Not because he used his powers or anything, he would hardly use them for something so trivial, but he was aware from the start that you were an artist because it was he who prepared for your arrival in the Devildom, ensuring that you had all the same amenities and comforts you were used to in the human realm
And, as such, that included art supplies
So the very moment he set his eyes on you, he was aware that you were an artist
What he didnât expect was for you to actually be good at it
He sees your sketchbook when heâs casually strolling through the RAD library, finding you completely knocked out on one of the tables, the spiral binding of the sketchpad still digging indents into your cheek where you lie on top of it
At first, the butler rearranges your position as a courtesy
He lifts your head and rests it on your hand - which makes a much softer pillow -Â coincidentally placing your books back inside your bag and taking a moment to organize the papers strewn across the desk
But then he just happens to glance inside
And the second he does, heâs mesmerized
Thereâs not much in the world that can surprise Barbatos - not after heâs looked after Diavolo, of all people, for so many millennia - but the butler still finds himself holding his breath as he flips through your sketchpad, each piece telling a story so evocative that it leaves him wanting more even when he arrives at a blank page, abruptly realizing that heâs just gone through your entire sketchbook without your permission
Of course, you just have to wake up at that precise moment - sleepy eyes glancing up at the butler and wondering if youâre hallucinating, but the book in his hands is far too real and the shocked expression on his face is impossibly jarring and you flinch, suddenly feeling self-conscious as you realize what must have happened
Barbatos is a perfect gentleman about it, kindly telling you to get more rest so that you donât pass out in a public library surrounded by demons who want to eat your soul, but he ends the sharp warning with a rather kind remark about your artwork
âI liked the second-last piece best,â He murmurs, casting you a cryptic smile before bidding you farewell
And obviously, the moment heâs out of sight, your nose is buried in your sketchbook, fingers flipping furiously to find the second-last piece you drew which you cannot seem to remember at all, andâ
Oh
A flush immediately erupts on your cheeks as you see the colored sketch, something inspired by nothing more than a whim
Itâs simply two people on a walkâboth of them vague imitations of what your mind had wistfully conjured upâone of them bearing the telltale mismatched hair and olive green eyes, the other sharing a quiet resemblance to yourself - a conscious decision, of course
But just as youâre about to flip off the page, another detail youâd forgotten about draws your attentionâand your cheeks suddenly burn in embarrassment as you realize why Barbatos singled this piece out
The figures are smiling, gazing at each other from the corners of their eyes. And there, in the very center of the piece, it is obvious:Â
They are holding hands
Diavolo
RIP to Diavoloâs royal painter
They have been replaced
By you
As much as you fought it, as much as you argued that you were not fitting of this position, as much as you pleaded with the demon lord to not force this title upon your shoulders, Diavoloâs decision to appoint you as the honorary Devildom painter was finalâand nothing can change his mind once itâs made up
The title is really just that: a title. Diavolo knows that youâre a busy student, and while he honored your artistic talents with this position, heâs not about to actually force you through the expected proceedings of a true royal painter, not while youâre trying to survive being an exchange student in hell with an entirely unfamiliar curriculum in front of you
But on occasion, heâll send you a text, asking if youâre free
And youâll head on over to his palace, ready to paint him
And unlike every other demon, angel, and human in the Devildom, when Diavolo models for you, he actually models nude
Asmo is jealous
Sexual tension is high when you paint him, letâs just leave things at that
And honestly, it really doesnât matter what you paint - Diavolo seems to be more interested in the fact that itâs a human who did the art in the first place
He once saw your RAD binder, noticing the little doodles youâd drawn on the corner of all your papers, and he immediately took themâdeclaring that they were art to be preserved for all eternity for historical documentation purposes
So yeah
Thereâs a hall in Diavoloâs palace filled with your RAD math homework, an eternal reminder of the assignments you copied off of Solomon
(Youâre not sure whatâs more embarrassing: the fact that youâve drawn some rather inappropriate doodles on those pages or the fact that, despite having copied all the answers, you still managed to get nearly one-third of the problems wrong, and now your mistakes are to be showcased in the Devildom for centuries to come)
It gets to the point where you and Solomon start making bets over how basic you can get with your art for Diavolo to still consider it âamazingâ and âutterly awe-inspiring,â as he likes to put it
In honor of that bet, there is currently a banana peel with a few marker doodles on it hanging in a preserved case in an iced room in the lowest levels of the palace, as none of the âartâ can be wasted
But in truth, the demon lordâs fixation with human culture is endearing, especially when Diavolo tries so hard to be accepting of it
So eventually you stop giving Diavolo wacky art and actually start putting your full effort into your creationsâyour reward being the fact that the final piece you complete gets hung in Diavoloâs private bedroom, where he promises to gaze at it every night for the rest of eternity, vowing to remember his time with you every time he sees it
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Take Me For A Ride (NSFW 18+)
A spicy F!MC x Mammon smut mixed with a little angst and fluff, my first time trying out writing! Donât judge too harshly, I tried my best yâknow!
Topic warnings: F!MC, angst, smut, fluff, intercourse, car sex, fellatio, rough play (nearly BDSM-ish), biting, blood, curse words, yelling, dirty talking. Read at your own risk!Â
Words: 5,419
Y/N has enough of the brothers attacking Mammon, and comforts him when he needs her the most. One thing leads to another, and, well... letâs just say they go for the ride of a lifetime.
18+! MINORS, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!
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It was a gloomy day down in the Devildom, just one of those days where tensions were high in the House of Lamentation. You were in your room, having just completed your homework so you began studying for a test coming up in the next few days. You had a good feeling you were going to ace it, so you began to organize your books and papers and stash them away in your bag.
You were tired. You had felt overworked as of late, always having work to do, or having one of the brothers drag you into one of their troubles as usual. But today? Nobody had reached out. Everyone had seemed so distant from one another. That wasnât normal, it was always loud in the house no matter where you went. The fact that it was so quiet for once was shocking.
You finished packing up your school supplies and leaned your backpack against your desk in your room. You just wanted to relax, so you decided to ease your chest and arms comfortably onto your desk and scroll through Devilgram for a while. Looking through the brothersâ profiles always put a smile on your face, because they sometimes posted the most hilarious pictures. However, you found yourself on Mammonâs profile for the longest.Â
He was a model, of course he was stunning. Perfectly-tanned skin, luscious snow white locks gracing his head, the most beautiful blue eyes that almost glowed gold. You could never tell him how you really felt, he would just push you away. Plus, there was probably some model out there who was after him already anyways. Why would Mammon want to be with some weak human?
You jumped slightly as a text notification popped up on your screen.
âDinner is ready, please make your way to the dining hall. You wouldnât want Beel to get to your plate first,â Lucifer sent. You chuckled and began to make your way down to have dinner. Hopefully, it wouldnât be as awkward as it was earlier that day.
You make it down to the dining hall, not a single of the brothers making eye contact with you. You froze in your tracks. You canât lie, that hurt a little bit, you figured at least one of them might greet you.
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âGood to see you, Y/N. Come, take a seat. I know you have been working hard up there, you need to eat well,â Lucifer stated, a slight smile on his face. He was glad that at least one of you was focused on your studies that day.
You smiled, finally someone broke the awkward silence. âThank you Lucifer.â
You made your way around the long table to find an open seat. Your heart fluttered as you walked your way past Mammon, smelling the arousing scent of his cologne waft past your face. You smiled and let out a low but happy sigh, and he looked up for just a second having heard you, a light blush on his face. âYâknow I donât bite, you can come sit next to me human,â Mammon said lightly, making eye contact with you for the first time that day.
You felt a shudder run down your spine. His voice is so alluring, you could listen to it all day every day. A blush forms on your cheeks as you take a seat next to him.
Everyone around you is surprisingly in their own conversations with one another, which is pretty odd after earlier. Although, you were happy to hear the voices of all of your favorite people around the room. You couldnât dare to complain, it was nice seeing everyone let go of the awkward tension that had previously filled the House of Lamentation. This, however, was short-lived.
You were almost done with your dinner, only a few forkfuls left, when you heard an argument start. âOh great, here we go again,â you thought to yourself as you looked up to see Lucifer standing up behind Mammon. You didnât have a good feeling about this.
âYou worthless scumbag, what did you do with my new Ruri-chan figure?!â Levi yelled, close enough to Mammonâs face to spit on him whilst speaking.
âMy new perfume went missing too, I bet it had something to do with that idiot,â Asmo shouted across the table at him, a sour glare on his face.
âCome to think of it, my new mystery novel went missing last night, I was going to read it but I couldnât find it,â Satan added to the fire.
The twins began to spew on about how much of a moron Mammon was, him having done nothing to either of them. Lucifer began to holler at Mammon about every little thing he finds wrong when you realize that was the last straw. You werenât going to sit there and let everyone torment the demon that meant most to you. You looked over at Mammon, trembling in his seat, trying to hold back tears as his brothers kept pushing him further and further over the edge. He looked like he could break at any second. You know for a fact he didnât take anyoneâs things, he was with you all day yesterday. It couldnât have been him.
âKNOCK IT OFF, ALL OF YOU! BACK OFF! I THINK HEâS HAD ENOUGH ALREADY!â you shouted at the top of your lungs. The boys all froze in shock and fear, never expecting that out of you. Tears began to stream down your face. You never thought you would see the day that you would have to break up an argument, especially when the only people Mammon trusted were his brothers. Seeing them all treat him like shit made you angry and upset.
âY/N...â Lucifer sighed and began to speak, but you werenât going to give him the chance to continue.
âCâmon Mammon, you donât deserve this, letâs get out of here,â you gently took hold of Mammonâs hand and dragged him away from the table towards his bedroom. The dining hall fell completely silent once again.
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You make it all the way to Mammonâs bedroom door when he stops you in your tracks, pulling your arm back towards him lightly. You turn around to see his cheeks burning red, the tears that formed earlier finally starting to come down his face. He looked somewhat relieved, somewhat embarrassed at the same time. He just barely lifted his head to look you in the eyes.
âYou didnât have to go and do that for me human, ya know I canât handle mâself, right? I-I just needed to think of what tâsay...â he said softly, not enough confidence in his voice for you to believe it for a second.
He was shaking, more so than when he usually gets yelled at. You gently let go of his hand and lifted your hand to cup his right cheek, brushing away his tears with your thumb. He felt so warm.
âMammoney, I wasnât just going to sit there and let them stomp all over you like that. They have NO evidence to prove that you took anything from them, but they kept going anyway. Iâm so sick of their bullshit, watch them find all of their things that they misplaced themselves. I hope they hate themselves for treating you like that.â You loosened your hand from his cheek and tucked your body against his, arms wrapped around his warm shoulders, bringing him in for a cozy embrace.
This broke him. He leaned into your embrace, the tears streaming down his face as he sobbed into the crook of your neck. The two of you stood in a hug for at least 2 minutes straight, neither of you daring to break away. It just felt so nice, you never wanted to let go.
âTh-thank you Y/N, Iâm glad you trust me enough tâknow I wouldnât steal their boring stuff. Why would I need Asmoâs perfume, let alone Satanâs book? Yâknow, I-I wonder if they think before they point f-fingers like that. Câmon human, letâs get inside, I just w-wanna relax.â Mammon explains with the slightest blushy grin on his face. He opens the door to let you in first, and closes it behind him.
You had never been in Mammonâs room before, heâs never let you in before now. Your eyes scanned around the room, in awe of how cozy it was. His plush leather sofa and a mahogany wood pool table beside it, bottles of alcohol and a few grimm strewn across it. He has a projector rather than a television, two speakers beside the coffee table below it. He has an open concept closet, adorned with studio lights, and his bed pressed flush on the other side of the wall. His room has two floors, the only things up there being his entryway door... and a car? How did he get this in here? What kind of car was it? How interesting. Rather than walking down the stairs as Mammon was expecting you to do, you made your way towards his car and leaned against the hood.
âIs this your car? Itâs so amazing! I canât imagine how much money you must have put into this beauty,â you exclaimed, being somewhat an admirer of cars, having been raised by your father whoâs life revolves around them. You grazed your hand over the headlights and the grill along the front, a glint in your eyes from the spotlights shining down on you and the car.
Mammon was standing next to the door, choked up to say the very least. He was blushing furiously, gripping into his lush white hair with his hand, head tilted down and giggling. âYâmean my Demonia? Itâs nothing really, Lucifer helped me get it a while back once I got my license. Pretty cool right? Of course the Great Mammon is cool!â he chuckled, barely able to keep eye contact with you. The truth was, the car meant a lot to him and it did cost a lot, but he couldnât focus on that right now. He was too busy staring you down, lights glistening against your soft skin, looking oh-so-hot leaned up against his car like that. Little did you know you were his treasure, he admired you every second he got, whether you realized it or not. He began to walk over to you, leaning next to you on the hood, resting his hand softly against yours, interlocking fingers with you.
Needless to say, you were surprised. You jumped slightly at his touch, hesitant to move. You returned the favor regardless, locking your fingers between his, the warmth of his body flushing through your veins, instantly calming you. He means everything to you, and now this? How can you not tell him how you feel now? This was the best opportunity you could get your hands on. You let go of his hand and made your way off of the hood of the car, locked his bedroom door, dimmed his lights slightly, and made your way back over to him. You inched closer to him, barely hugging distance away.
He was looking up at you softly, still blushing. He was shaking a little bit, but you were too, of course. Now was your chance. It was now or never. Either you tell him how you feel now, or hold it in and never find out if your feelings are reciprocated. Your heart was ready to burst out of your chest, but you couldnât hold back any longer.
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âMammon, you know I care about you... more than myself sometimes, if Iâm being honest. Any time I see you enter the room or my eyes meet up with you, I get tons of butterflies inside. You make me feel like Iâm not just some useless human that nobody likes. You make me feel special, and I just want you to know that... I love you. Iâm in love with you...â you paused, too nervous to continue.
Mammon.exe has stopped working. You... love HIM? The moron, the idiot, the scumbag? You deserve better, but he canât deny how he really feels. His brothers arenât anywhere around, so nowâs his chance.
âI-human I... I love you too. Yâmean everything to me. I canât stand seeing my brothers eyeing you up and taking all of my time with ya away from me. Youâre MY human... my... my treasure. You deserve better than me, Iâm just some lousy good-for-nothi-â he couldnât speak anymore. You held him by his cheeks and pulled his face to yours, kissing him on his lips. The first tender moment shared between the two of you, your first kiss. He sits still for a moment before realizing whatâs happening, leaning into your kiss and holding you by your waist. Your chests graze against one another as the kiss turns more passionate. Mammon slides his tongue against your lips asking for permission before you slide your tongue in between his. You felt higher than a kite at that moment, the butterflies seemingly flying out through the top of your head.
Before long, you were straddling his lap on the hood of his car, breathing into his neck as he planted kisses along your collarbone, nibbling at you and caressing your lower back. You both pulled away from each other to look into each othersâ eyes.
âSo this is really happening huh?â you blush and look down, feeling a tad bit shy. Mammon brings his hand up to your cheek, some of his fingers lacing into your hair. âWe donât have to do anything ya donât wanna do, but first...â he places his hands lovingly on your hips and looks into your eyes. âI want you to be mine and only mine, ya hear? No mackinâ on my brothers or anythinâ... youâre MY treasure. Well, if youâll let me have ya...â he starts blushing too, barely able to keep his eyes on you. The words you have been waiting to hear, that youâre HIS and only his... it makes you melt. You hold onto his hips, and lean in to whisper into his ear. âOf course Iâm yours, and only yours. You can have all of me if you want it, and I mean ALL of me...â you whisper and nibble on his earlobe, a smirk forming across your face.
He canât hold back anymore. He slams his mouth against yours in the most passionate kiss, moaning against your lips and pulling you in closer, pressing you against his chest. His hands start to slip under your shirt, making their way up your bare back until he reaches about midway. He looks at you as if heâs asking permission, to which you respond by grazing your hands over his upper thighs. You lean in once again to whisper sensually, âSo have you ever done it in your car?â
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His excitement cannot be contained, his body heats up hotter as the bulge in his pants grows harder. Without another word, Mammon scoots off of the car, grabbing you underneath your thighs and carrying you into the backseat of his car, placing you gently while he pushes the seats back and reclining them back further. The open space has grown larger. He climbs his way into the car and shuts the door behind him, hovering over you.
He doesnât waste any time before he starts to undress you. He slips your uniform jacket off followed by your tank top, revealing your black lace bralette. You whisper in his ear âYou like that? I bet youâll like it more when you see the panties I have to match.â
You set off a fire in his chest, a low growl seeping out from his throat. He sheds his uniform jacket and tears off his undershirt, a huge ripping noise emerging, making you increasingly wet as the tension increases. His bare chest is a glorious sight to behold... so sexy and strong, so protective.
He pushes you back against the seat and makes room to slide off your uniform pants, whilst you slide your shoes off and kick them into the passenger seat beside you. He makes his way down to your feet, carefully sliding off your socks which he notices have a grimm pattern on them, and slyly smirks. His eyes scan your exposed skin from your head to your toes and back up, revving him up even more.
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He begins to kiss you from your feet, up your calves and your thighs, until he reaches your inner thighs. Your black lace panties meet his face, becoming more and more flushed. He slides his hands up to the waistband and toys with the lace, planting his face against the fabric. That smell... the smell of arousal... itâs so strong. He could only imagine how wet you are for him. He looks up at you and you nod, giving permission to continue.
Mammon growls and grabs your waistband with his teeth, the sound of tearing lace floods the car. You moan in response, wishing you could hear him like this all the time. Your hands reach down to your now exposed heat and stroke the lips, shining from how slick he made you. Mammonâs eyes start shining, staring down as if heâs a predator whoâs just hunted down his prey. He licks his lips and flashes his teeth, slight fangs showing. You spread your lips for him and make your legs more comfortable, inviting him to take a taste.
âMn... youâre so perfect Y/N, so wet for me, I can almost taste it,â he leans down and begins lapping his tongue at your clit. Shudders run up and down your spine from the senastion, bringing out a sensual moan from your chest, back arching. Mammon grips onto your thighs and holds them open. He drags his tongue up and down your opening, sliding it inside of you. He moans into you, admiring how you taste, your flavor. He makes his way back up to your clit, the tip of his tongue dancing around it. He looks up and you and smirks, sliding two fingers inside of you, pulsing them in and out at a steady pace, curling his fingertips from time to time. You canât help but let out a moan, never having felt so stimulated and so turned-on before.
âM-Mammon... p-p-please... k-keep going b-baby...â you moaned out as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. Did you just call him your baby? Oh, he heard that. He wants to hear it again. He pulses his fingers inside you faster and faster, sucking on your clit, giving you no mercy. The heat inside of you is unbearable. You begin to buck your hips against his face and grab him by the hair, pushing him against your heat, your other hand gripping tightly against the leather seat below you,
It was taking everything Mammon had to not whip himself out and slam himself into you, but he had to make himself more comfortable. As he continued, he used his left hand to undo his pants, releasing his bulge hidden by his boxers. He was only getting harder as you moaned his name again and again.
âIâm... Iâm gonna.. gaaaAAAHH!â you moaned out as you reached your orgasm, letting your grip loose from his hair as your body let go of the tension. Mammon laps his tongue down to clean up the mess you made. He gathers some on his tongue, looking up to you with his tongue sticking out, when he suddenly takes it into his mouth and swallows you.
He notices the flaming blush that adorns your cheeks. He brings himself up, sitting on your thighs, his bulge prominent. You stare down his body, glazed in sweat, realizing he lapsed into his demon form as you came down from your orgasm. His horns were shining, wings folded against his back as the car wasnât a big enough space to let them free. You were positioned on the driverâs side back passengerâs seat, so you decided to slide into the center seat. You reach your hands to touch Mammonâs back, stroking his wings ever so gently. He moans in response, realizing heâs sensitive there. You begin to help guide them open as he leans into you. They fly open and block the whole view out of the windshield, darkening the space between you.
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Your hands come down to meet his waistband, tugging on it carefully. You look up into Mammonâs eyes, he can see the desire written over your face. He makes his bulge dance in response, prompting you to go for it. You drag down his boxers and out springs his length, glistening from his precum. It looks so tasty. You lean back in your seat to where you are practically laying down, gripping behind his thighs and urging him to come forward. He was on his knees, his length shadowing over your chest, his tip just barely against your lips. You hold yourself up by your elbows, turning up to him, teasing him âI bet you want your cock in my mouth, donât you Mammon? You want to see your fragile human squirm under you, taking all of you inside of them?â
Oh, you did it now. His claws getting ever so longer as a growl comes from deep in his chest. âIf you want it, show me just how badly,â your last words as he gripped your hair and pushed your mouth around his length, letting out a choke. He moaned in pleasure as he felt himself at the back of your throat, vibrations coming from you barely fitting him inside you. Mammon begins thrusting his hips back and forth, you sucking up on his length oh-so-perfectly. The smell of arousal and the sound of moans fill the car, enveloping both of you. All either of you can feel is bliss. He breaks the silence.Â
âY-Y/N... y-youâre so warm, ya s-suck me off so well, k-keep going, Iâm getting close-â He canât speak anymore, feeling the surge of pleasure rush up through his thighs as you swirl your tongue around him, bringing him to the edge. You pull your mouth off of his length and put his hand around it, urging him to get himself off. âI would love if the Great Mammon would cum for me, I want to feel it all over my face, I want you to make me yours, show me who owns me,â you moan up at him, pulling down your bra to release your warm breasts, toying with them to tease him.
âOh f-fuck, y-youâre all mine, my treasure, my b-baby, Iâm.. Iâm...â he groans out, and heâs pushed over the edge. He bucks forward, letting out a deep deep growl, moaning your name and climaxing all over your face and your chest, his cum hot against your skin. He looks down at you taking his load and lets out another groan, watching as you lap it up with your fingertips, eventually licking them clean.
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He pushes you down against the leather seats, his length rubbing against your throbbing heat, aching for you. You let out a squeal from your sensitivity, your chest arching up towards him. You reach your hands down to try to push him into you but he stops you, grabbing your wrists and pinning them down above your head. He pushes his lips firmly against yours, exploring your mouth with his tongue. Your chests are touching, heâs just about burning you with the heat radiating from his body.
He pulls away from your face and looks down to you, it looks like he wants to say something. He looks... nervous? After all of that?
âMammon, are you okay?â you asked gently, turning your head slightly, a smile on your face. âY-yeah, I just donât wanna hurt ya. I tried to open ya up for me but what if itâs too much for your human body to handle?â he sighs and stares away for a moment. He loosens the grip on your wrists and you cup both of his cheeks, whispering up at him softly, âI trust you with my life, Mammon. I feel so safe with you, youâre my protector. The Great Mammon. I promise if itâs too much Iâll tell you right away. Itâs okay baby.â
He nods and smiles with a blush in response, he couldnât be happier to hear you say those words to him, as unexpected as they are.
You spread open your legs for him, situating your body in a more comfortable spot, preparing for the time of your life. You lift yourself up with your hands and whisper into his ear, âTake me for a ride, wonât you?â
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He growls and stretches his arms and his back, preparing himself. You want a ride? A ride is what youâre gonna get, and itâs gonna be a bumpy one.
He picks up your bottom half by your thighs, dragging you towards him, putting you in the perfect position. He takes hold of his length and lines himself up with your opening, rubbing his tip up and down your heat. You squirm under him, pleading with him in your head, dying for him to give you what youâve only dreamed of for nearly a year now. He hears you struggling and lets out a low chuckle, a bit evil. He likes to see you all worked up for him, thereâs nothing better, honestly.
He begins sliding his length inside of you, the heat from within immediately making him jolt. He canât help the arousal from feeling you around him, squeezing him tight. You let out a small whimper and look up to him, concern suddenly written all over his face.
Your wrists had been freed a while ago so you take this opportunity to grab onto his soft bottom, pushing him further into you, moaning right in his ear. It hurts... it hurts so good. Heâs so big compared to you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he hits the deepest parts of you. You must have awakened something in him, the look in his eyes giving him an almost primal vibe. He leans down and whispers into your ear along with a growl âThatâs a good human, take all of me inside of ya, scream my name, âm gonna fuck you so hard ya wonât walk for a week...â
He thrusts in and out of you at a fast pace, hitting your core over and over again. Youâre both moaning and groaning into each othersâ ears. Mammon grips hard onto the headrests of the seats, pounding into you like itâs his last day to live. Your hands grasping at his shoulders, you canât help but claw your nails down, leaving red scratches all over his back. He almost hisses in response, causing you to moan out louder. He takes his right hand and brings it to your throat, silencing you. Your eyes roll back into your head once again, your back arching and your hands gripping tight against the leather seats, nearly ripping them open.
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His thrusts speed up, bringing you closer and closer to the biggest orgasm of your life. Mammon's hand around your throat, you try to let out a sentence, âMammoney baby, Iâm gonna c-cum for you, p-please, d-donât hold back,â you managed to say. His face goes beat red and wings flutter behind him.Â
You stroke his horns atop his head, barely letting out one last sentence. âF-fill me up with your cum, m-mark your t-territory, Iâm a-all yours-â your sentence is cut off as your orgasm takes over your body, Mammon releasing your throat, you proceeding to scream his name in pleasure as you gripped his length inside of you, trying to juice him.
He pounds his length into you faster and faster, bringing himself to the edge of his climax. He canât hold back, canât speak. He brings his head down to bite your neck, leaving teeth marks and a little bit of blood afterwards, marking you as his. He sucks on his marking and groans out loudly in pleasure, unable to contain himself any longer. You can feel his length twitch as he fills you up inside, heating the inner walls of your core, giving you the most butterflies youâve ever had.
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You both look down and giggle along with deep breaths, you did a number to the seats of his car. You look at him in worry as he sees the condition of the leather. He notices that you look scared so he holds you tight to him, body-to-body warmth between you.
âI can already tell what youâre âbout to say, and itâs alright. Yâmean more to me than some leather seats. Now I can look at my seats ân remember my first time with ya, amirite?â he says with a smile, placing the most gentle of kisses on your lips, glazed with sweat.
You go to try to stand up to get out of the car but your body is beyond itâs limits. Mammon notices you struggling to get up and chuckles. âI told ya you wouldnât be able tâwalk for a while.â
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He pulls his boxers back on and picks you up bridal style out of the car seat, carrying you down the stairs and onto his bed gently. He remembers tearing up your underwear so he dashes to his closet, finding one of his favorite t-shirts and a pair of pajama pants and swiftly bringing them over to the bed.
âPut these on, we donât need ya walking out with stains on your uniform and no underwear,â he explains with a giggle. He looked up at you to see you looking sad. âWhatâsa matter treasure?â
âWell, I was hoping... maybe... that I could stay with you for the night?â you ask, nervously waiting for a response. Mammon helps you take off your bralette and get dressed in his comfy clothes, and cups your cheek, looking into your eyes.
âOf course yâcan stay with me, youâre my human! My treasure! Who wouldnât wanna stay with the Great Mammon anyway?â he smirks and chuckles, you smacking his chest in return.
He crawls up into the bed with you, laying you next to him and pulling your back into his chest. He covers you both with his bedspread and begins rubbing your arms, resting his cheek against your ear. He had never felt this way before. He really fell for a human. Does he regret it? Not at all, he wouldnât have it any other way. The only problem now? Now he feels like he has to protect you forever, all the time. He loves you too much to ever see you get hurt.
âS-so... does this mean... y-youâre my girlfriend?â Mammon let out shyly, almost expecting you to say something negative or reject him.
You turn back to face him, your arm around his waist. You smile up at him, âI would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend... your treasure.â You plant the lightest kiss on his forehead and turn back around as he begins to spoon you again. Within the next few minutes, you fell asleep in his arms, not a care in the world, no thoughts besides the thought of being his treasure forever.
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The brothers felt bad about what happened earlier and were worried about Mammonâs well-being. Lucifer approached his door with the brothers, quickly realizing itâs locked. He took his master keys out of his coat pocket and unlocked Mammonâs door. He took a few steps in and froze in place. His brothers glanced with him over his shoulder to see Mammon with his arms around you, protecting you, sleeping next to you.
They all couldnât bring themselves to make a sound. They couldnât believe their eyes. Y/N... and Mammon?
âItâs about time he told her how he felt!â Asmo shouted as the brothers all shushed him, not wanting to wake the two of you.
âWe can talk to him in the morning, let him have peace for once today. I can only imagine Y/N needs rest as well,â Lucifer explained.
Lucifer and the brothers turned around and Lucifer locked the door behind him, a cheeky smirk on his face. He was proud of his brother for finally being honest with himself and taking pride in what he wanted. Would he ever let Mammon know that? Oh, hell no.
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Iâve wanted to see a fic about this ever since I fell in love with Mammon and saw his room, so I wrote it!
 Iâm only comfortable with F!MC writing since Iâve never familiarized myself with GN!MC or M!MC. My apologies!
I do NOT give permission to post this anywhere else. I also have this posted on Wattpad, my username is daradoodlebug. If you like my work, please feel free to like, comment, follow, share, or REBLOG. Thank you for taking the time to read my first piece!
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My Date with the Presidentâs Daughter
Spencer Reid x Female Reader (Spencer POV)
Summary: Spencer has a date with the Presidentâs daughter, who heâs been dating for a while in partial secret. He hasnât seen her in person for a while so heâs had to settle for another form of communication.
A/N: Ok just to get this out of the wayâ this is not a politically charged fic, I donât express my own political beliefs in this fic nor do I express my opinion on the beliefs of others. The president in this fic is entirely made up and I just thought it would be cool to release it on Inauguration Day like the nerd I am. I do not want a political debate in the comments, this blog is not meant for that. This fic is for fun and to make people a little happier in these trying times. Please respect my wishes. This was a really fun way to write a twist on Spencer dating someone famous and- I wonder if anyone can spot the West Wing reference I used đ¤Thanks to @spencers-dria again for always helping me out with my fics đĽ°This is also apart of my unlinked fic series called Spencer Reid & Letters! Requests are open and thank you for reading!
Warning: Vague political talk, References to keeping their relationship secret earlier, Avoiding the paparazzi- that should be it.
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She didnât have to put her short little letter to me on the back of a postcard, but she always did it this way. I remember when she first told me why she did it. We were sitting cuddled up on my couch at the early start of our relationship. I had asked her why she always insisted she send her letters on the back of a tiny card, she wouldâve had so much more room if she got out a piece of paper.
She said she got into the habit of sending them to her father whenever he was away on business. Her handwriting had been horrible as a child according to her and her father had suggested she try to fit all of her thoughts onto a postcard. So, now she sent all of her letters neatly handwritten with the smallest of letters, so small you could almost barely read them, on the back of a postcard.
The postcard I had gotten late today, delivered by one of the last people on duty this late at night, was a picturesque view of the White House. The grass bright green and the outside covered in pure crisp white, a statuesque image of American democracy. Now, she didnât send this to me because she wanted to express her political views and patriotism in a postcard, it just so happened to be where her father lived.
The fact that she was the Presidentâs daughter used to intimidate me a lot when I first met her. I hadnât immediately connected the dots in my head that she was the first daughter when we first met, though I could tell I had seen her somewhere before. Though, my first assumption was that maybe she had been a regular at my favorite coffee shop, not the daughter to the President of the United States. Literally my biggest boss.
First time I met him was also my first time in the east wing; she had some help from her secret service detail to sneak me in through the back. I only ever nervously stutter when Iâm in intimidating or stressful situations and Iâm pretty sure I barely got a sentence out the first ten minutes after I had met him. Luckily, he did seem to like me, though Iâm not really sure why. Y/N told me once it was because he found my intelligence extraordinary and my constant willingness to share facts endearing. I always blush when I remember that, she was always so sweet to me and the fact that her family loved me as well caused my heart to swell exponentially. I stared at the captured view for a few seconds longer before the dots had fully connected in my head, I may have an eidetic memory, but sometimes it took me a minute to get her subtle hints. She didnât actually live at the White House, she had her own house in D.C. But, this postcard meant one thing. Sheâs home.
Each postcard she sent me had a picture of wherever she was while she was traveling the world, it was a small gesture that made me feel closer to her, I always tried to imagine I was there with her at every location she sent. She had been out of the country for at least a month on business and even before that we hadnât seen each other for a while, I had been stuck on a long case that kept me away from her for half a month.
A month and a half, thatâs how long it's been since Iâve had her in my arms. I turned over the card expecting to see it filled with more words than most people would think could fit on the back of a postcard to let me know when I could see her, but this was not the case. Instead, the back of the card contained less words than normal. Only the words- meet me at 10pm at our usual spot.
My body moved faster than my brain, getting up to pack up all my things to rush to our usual spot. My watch sat over my cardigan sleeve on my wrist and it blinked up at me letting me know I only had 30 minutes till I had to get to the other side of town.I still had some paperwork left, but enough that I could push it off till the next day. Once I had gotten all my stuff together I scurried over to leave through the glass doors.
âAre you heading home, Spence?â A voice from inside the bullpen called out startling me out of my thoughts, I had thought everyone had left for the night. I turned around to look at the owner of the voice, JJ, who had come back from the break room to finish her large stack of paperwork that still remained.
âActually no- I have a date.â A small shy smile made its way onto my face, I still felt very shy when I talked about my relationship with the team. When I had first told them after around 8 months into our relationship, they had thought I was pulling their legs. Once they did realize that I was in fact, not bullshitting them as Morgan had suspected, the questions had immediately come down on me. The ogling at my relationship never really ceased in the months after it had come out to the team, and the rest of the world. We mostly still tried to keep it under wraps, but the fact that the press now knew about me after some photos got leaked from a date only made the team ogle even more.
âI donât think Iâll ever get used to who you go on dates with, itâs like something out of a movie.â JJ joked, then yawning again and leaning her face into her palms. âWell- I still have a lot of paperwork to do, you go enjoy your night, Spencer. I know you havenât seen her in a while.â
My mind had already begun to shift away from JJ as soon as she brought her up, I was practically vibrating in anticipation, I couldnât wait to see her.
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The rare book store on the east side of Quantico had been my favorite for years, ever since I had moved out here from Vegas actually. So much so that the owners, an older couple named Margaret and Dan, both knew me by name and knew almost exactly what books I wanted every time. The both of them had immediately jumped at the chance when I had hesitantly asked them to let the both of us meet up here, I had been desperately trying to find a place outside of my apartment where we could meet up.
When I entered the shop through the back it was already deserted just for us, she must have contacted Maggie and Dan to ask them if we could have the store for the night. The store was packed full of the rare books the owners had both acquired over the years, ranging from old tales and poems written by Edgar Allan Poe, the dark brotherâs Grimm tales, to almost any old book that you could think of. It was almost to the point where I thought maybe Maggie and Dan should upgrade to a bigger shop.
âLong time no see.â A voice piped up from the mostly dark corner where she sat in a dark green armchair only partially illuminated by a standing lamp. Broad grins broke out on both of our faces before we both ran to each other, engulfing ourselves into an overwhelming bear hug.
âI missed you so much you don't even know.â Tears prickled at the edge of my eyes, though I wasnât afraid to admit that us being apart for so long made me tear up.
âI've got a pretty good idea, I missed you so much as well.â She sniffed and then sighed into the crook of my neck. I moved my hand up to cradle her head to try and bring her as close as possible to me, even though there was already not even an inch of space between the two of us.
A nagging thought was dancing around in my brain, the card was so short and abrupt. It wasnât like her to not be long winded whenever she wrote to me, she even had a tendency to be worse than I was sometimes.
âWhy was the card so short? You feeling ok?â
âI just couldnât wait to see you⌠Itâs been so long since Iâve seen you...â Her tone of voice made me sad, it had been so lonely for me as well when we were apart.  âI never want to be away from you for that long ever again.â
âMove in with me.â The words blurted out of my mouth before I could really think about my words. I didnât care whether it would be feasible or not, I just knew I never wanted us to be apart for so long ever again.
âWell-â I cringed a little at her words sensing a rejection, I worried that I had just screwed it all up by asking. However, again she surprised me, âWe might need to get a new place to settle my fatherâs worries about security.â
I breathed out a breathy laugh of relief at her words, enveloping her into a bruising kiss, my worry and anxiety immediately melting away. I couldnât wait for the next chapter of my life with the Presidentâs daughter.
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RWBY vol8 ep11 review
Hello! Iâm a little late but taxes are scary and Iâm a little sleepy still. Letâs get started!!!!
Iâll probably have to rewatch this again but as it stands right now, potentially my favorite episode of RWBY and this episode saved this volume for me in a couple of ways.
First of all I just want to talk about how last episode left me thinking Oscarâs blast killed all the grimm. Iâm so glad it didnât; that broke so much tension if it did and kinda made me upset. Weird thing to be happy about, but I am happy regardless.
I love how much of a mess things are for the Ace Ops in particular. They all know this is a mess but itâs damned if you do and damned if you donât. I actually found it a tiny bit insane for Marrow to think he could walk away from this. Heâs seen Ironwood shoot people for less. Heâs lucky Winter has a big heart and hit him before he got shot; which Iâm positive she did intentionally. I also love how every side is not sure if Ironwood is bluffing or not.
[Ruby is me at the tax office and Blake is the nice lady putting my papers in order.] Seriously though, Iâm glad this happened. Iâm glad RT committed to Ruby being fed up and it wasnât over after the Blake speech. Iâm glad Yang ran after and it only her. This is the stuff I wanted! Having optimistic and heroic characters doesnât mean they canât feel bad or canât be in the wrong.
Listen, I donât like dumping on other ships typically. Itâs rude and all ships are different. However; itâs pretty crazy how strong Renora is built compared to bmblb in my opinion as person who likes both. Ren and Nora arenât technically even dating but this relationship is allowed to have them to disagree, agree, comfort each other physically, verbally, and say they love each other; as well as respect each otherâs space. Not to mention how great this was for Nora! Their feelings are out in the open and even though she wants time to come into her own like Ren has been doing, they are now closer than theyâve ever been. It makes me really happy and at the same time wonder why we canât get this for Bumblebee? They have the same if not more moments than Renora but theyâre mainly flirty or âconflictsâ that either vanish, feel glazed over, or end as soon as they began. (I should stop complaining about the farm seen and basically V6. Not today though)
Do I even have to say it!?
Iâve maintained the mentally all this volume these two needed to talk about the way things were being lead and just needed one really good moment of emotional vulnerability from both of them. Iâm happy Ruby tossed Yangâs remark back at her to show it really bothered her. Yang and Ruby recognizing that both of their plans were messy and discussing their mother together for the first time in this show was really nice. They always linked Summer coversation to Ruby without Yang being prevalent until recently. It also felt like Yang wasnât torn up over Summer and more focused on Raven until recent episodes. They really needed this talk and Iâm happy for sibling moments. I probably wonât get a Qrow and Raven moment but Iâll dream.
This was cool, like really cool. In case you all havenât noticed, I like this episode a lot because they address things I wanted addressed and itâs done well. The topic of Penny just asking Ruby to kill her instead of someone else using her for the maiden powers was a topic I at least wanted said. I donât want it to necessarily to happen, but it wouldâve been crazy if that avenue wasnât mentioned. Also I never realized Emeraldâs weapons are like Renâs, but like 50 times cooler.
Second thing that I can get behind is Pennyâs soul fighting back the virus. I needed more than âthatâs just a part of youâ because thatâs not how programming and hacking works. It just canât be repressed. Knowing what is repressing it and that someone else had to help her keep it contained longer makes it feel less hammy in my opinion. Also everyone know realize maybe Oz not telling the truth from the start and being cautious out of fear/uncertainty is easily the most relatable ever. Beef is squashed; teamwork is happening again.
Iâm actually very excited to see what she does. I want to know what Cinder looks like when sheâs getting her shit together. I donât think the world is ready for Cinder to actually start being better at her job. Even Watts seemed psyched.
All in all, strong episode. One thing I glazed over was Robyn telling Qrow to shut up and think, because he has honestly become the most insufferable character to me. Theyâll probably bump into Marrow and Winter. Robyn gains a few points in my book because even she thinks going right up to James to kill him is insane. It might be the most insane thing.
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Jauneâs Father:Â âWalk the walk Jaune and talking the talk will come naturalâ
Jaune: *Stunned by Pyrrha kissing him*
Pyrrha: *About to shove Jaune in the rocket locker*
Jaune: *Feels Pyrrhaâs hands on his chest, misinterprets and shoves his tongue down Pyrrhaâs throat*
Pyrrha: *Eyes open in shock* MMMMPPPHHH!!!!! *Flustered by her naughtiest dreams coming true*
Jaune: *Enjoying the kiss, grabs and squeezes Pyrrhaâs asscheeks*
Pyrrha: *Squeals, tries to push Jaune off*
Jaune: *Thinking Pyrrhaâs about to push him into the locker and run off to die, panics*
Pyrrha: *Pyrrhaâs brain shuts down as Jauneâs thigh rubs against her core, loses the ability to stand upright*
Jaune: *Spins, pushes a dazed Pyrrha in the locker and sets it off*
Pyrrha: *Already three hundred feet from Jaune* W-what, no! No! NOOOO!!! *Incredibly angry* Gosh flipping darnit girl, you l-let him get you all riled up and now heâs going to get himself killed!
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Jaune: *In an elevator* This is officially the stupidest idea youâve ever had! Even worse than the stuff with Cardin, worse than the Deathstalker, worse than the time you took the blame for Coral breaking the window and somehow, someway, worse than the time you let Saphron put you in a dress, do your makeup and practice kissing a âgirlâ!
Elevator: *Shakes ominously*
Jaune: *Pale* I mean you just had your first real kiss with a girl, you felt her ass up and holy gods does Pyrrha have a nice, tight, big one, youâre still hard as diamonds and instead of running from the school that literally had a hole burnt through it by some kind of fucking firebreathing Grimm abomination, you go in! *Elevator goes into freefall*
Elevator: *Jauneâs screams replace screeching metal, crashes*
Jaune: *Climbs out, unharmed but aura has shattered* Thereâs got to be a limit, Jaune! Sure I turned Pyrrha to putty in my hands but that should not translate into running headfirst into certain death! Stupid Dad and his stupid advice! *Is hit in the head by a cane* Fucking ow! What the shit!?
*Witnesses Ozpin firing a gout of emerald fire that clashes with two huge streams of fire from the hot Haven girls hands*
Jaune: Oh what the fuck. And here I thought walking the walk was gonna be cool. Stupid Pyrrha. *Ducks underneath a scintillating jade orb thrown by Ozpin which vaporizes the elevator leaving nothing behind, in a falsetto* âOh Iâll just kiss him and heâll be so surprised and then Iâll shove him in a locker and go do something thatâll probably get myself killed. Teehee!â *Breathes out* Not that Iâm doing any better. The hot but apparently crazy Haven chick can fucking fly and - is that a tornado, ohhhh Iâm gonna die - and Ozpinâs...
*Sees Amber*
Jaune: Is going to go to prison because this is a sex dungeon. Okay, Okay, youâre cool. Sure it was unanimously decided Pyrrha was going into the singles portion of the tournament and you nearly broke your neck twice getting down here, but something tells me sad Pyrrha has something to do with this. *Pauses* Which makes me wanna punch Ozpin, but question the pedo headmaster after you help!
*Sees Ozpin get a glass spear through the left lung*
Jaune: *Quickly* Or not. Okay, sheâs monologuing, thatâs good. Sneak, sneak, sneak-sneak-sneak. Blah, blah, magic? Really lady? Add delusional on top of crazy. Just get in closer, give her a nice kick to the ass and Ozpin will use his weird green themed semblance to obliterate her. *Hears Pyrrha mentioned* Ignore the urge to kick the dying sicko in the nuts, just focus on hurting the crazy chick who was apparently gonna kill my sorta-kinda-maybe girlfriend. Just nice, slowly, easily, quietleee-- *trips over his shoelace* --EEEEEEYYYOOOOPPPP!!!
Cinder: *Coughs wetly, stares at the sword sticking through her chest* H-how...?
*Cinder falls on top of Ozpin, her body crushed between the Headmasters and the shellshocked Jauneâs*
Ozpin: *Confused and dying* Mr. Arc?
Jaune: *High pitched* IswearIonlymeanttokickherintheasssoyoucouldfinishhereoff!
Ozpin: *Coughs* I believe you. Unfortunately it was not to be. You pierced her straight through the heart.
Jaune: I didnât mean to?
Ozpin: And in doing so youâve saved miss Nikos from a terribly cruel fate.
Jaune: Oh. Thatâs good. Iâm pretty sure that if she hadnât tried to shove me in that stupid rocket locker thereâs at least a 50% chance Pyrrha wouldâve jumped my bones, Grimm invasion or not.
Ozpin: *Groans in dismay* Only to quite possibly doom yourself to one.
Jaune: *Suddenly at full attention* You say what now?
Ozpin: Youâve stabbed me as well. *Sees Jaune about to speak* Youâve stabbed my other lung, young man.
Jaune: I-Iâm sorry?
Ozpin: Not yet you arenât. Usually when I reincarnate itâs some unlucky, random bastard. But youâve imprinted on me.
Jaune: What.
Ozpin: Iâm an immortal wizard who, when he dies, his soul and consciousness along with all his memories are transferred into a new manâs preexisting body.
Jaune: *Panicking* I donât want you in my head, headmaster! On the off chance youâre not just a nasty pedophile, I really donât want you in my head! I donât think you wanna be there either! *Ozpin doesnât respond* Professor? *Still nothing* Headmaster! *Ozpin is dead, Jaune* Ozpin you old fuck, donât you dare, I donât wanna hear your voice when Iâm deep dicking my hot redheaded partner!
Ozpin: *Body explodes into green motes of light which Jaune inhales*
Jaune: AAAHHH, I DONâT CONSET, I DONâT CONSENT!
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Pyrrha: *Bringing dat ass back, clapping his groin* Oh Jaune, oh gods yes I love it, I love your cock so-s-s-so much! *Twists and twirls her booty on his cock* Oh f-fuck, Iâm gonna cum agaaaaaiiinn!!
Jaune: *Going hard, closing in*
Pyrrha: Oh yes, please, harder, Iâm gonna cum all over that delicious Arc meat again and o-o-oh shit, fuck yes Jaune, fill your slutty Nikos bitch up with your hot jizz!
Ozpin: *Mentally* Sheâd be cumming harder if you did what I suggested.
Jaune: *Mentally, trying to focus on Pyrrhaâs voice and the image of her* Shut up. This is me time you parasite and I donât care how long youâve lived, I donât need advice from the guy whoâs ex is out to end the world.
Ozpin: *Mentally* Iâm just saying, miss Nikos is a natural born sub. Placing your foot on her head and giving her what Iâm telling you she absolutely wants by degrading her, lambasting her the way she does herself and I guarantee you the rewards will be worth it. I know youâve been eying her anus for quite some time now, give her what she wants--
Jaune: *Mentally, pushes in deeper which makes Pyrrha wail* I knew I couldnât trust you to shut up! âOh no, the time you spend with miss Nikos will be your own, Iâm just an old soul here to help you fight my batshit crazy exâ and now youâre trying to live vicariously through me! *Eyes widen as Pyrrha spreads her cheeks, lying facefirst on the bed and moaning*
Ozpin: *Mentally, smugly* Oh of course. You certainly donât want advice from a man who has slept with literally thousands of women. Sheâs cumming, by the way.
Pyrrha: Ooooohhhh gods, yesyesyesyesyesyesyes Iâm fucking cummiiiiiinnnngggg!!!!!!!!! Fuck, fuck, fuuuu~uuuck youâre so fucking gooooood!!!!!
Jaune: *Cumming his brains out*
Ozpin: *Mentally* Good to see you plan on following my advice next round, Jaune. If you feel like paying me back, you could always just tell Pyrrha that youâve gone through my memories and developed a taste for hardcore, mistress of pain BDSM.
Jaune: *Mentally, lying on Pyrrhaâs pronebone body, still inside as they both recover* This is all Dadâs fault. No amount of badass magic is worth this.
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I wanted one of these to have the advice backfire while still working and while I thought about it being an eventual Raven Jauneâs Father, I realized Pyrrha offered the best opportunity ever in the form of Ozpin, the unwanted and overly friendly brain ghost.
Hopefully any hardcore Arkos fans reading this donât mind this one being the lewder, screwier one.
#rwby#jaune arc#pyrrha nikos#arkos#jaune x pyrrha#rwby vol 3#au#pyrrha lives#headmaster ozpin#this is what happens when you let a drunk type#what's crack-a-lackin'#shitpost#Jaune's Father AU
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@nuts-and-dolts-week - Day 1 : Childhood Friends (or, acquaintances?)
((EDIT: I reblogged this with an AO3 link if you want to leave a comment!))
Ruby hadnât really understood why her dad had been so nervous about this big trip to Atlas. A whole week in the most technologically advanced place in Remnant? How could this not be the coolest thing ever? Almost all of her Signal classmates were going on the week-long trip, too. Despite her dadâs âI donât knowsâ and âmaybes,â Ruby had managed to get him to sign the permission slip and pay the dues for her to go. Of course, his condition that he chaperone was annoying, but at least it was happening! Ruby couldnât wait to see the cool tech and weapons at Atlas Academy.
Much to her dismay, however, Ruby realized this school trip was ending up being way more boring than she expected. As her dad had put it, this really was shaping up to be âan elaborate recruitment event dressed up like an educational trip.â High-ranking military types and grizzled old academy professors gave tour after lecture after presentation, but to Ruby, it all blurred together. Who cared about graduation rates, or quality of education? Ruby wanted to see the cool stuff!
Which is why, despite knowing it would probably get her in trouble, she sneaked away during a lecture on the history of the kingdom to try to look around for something more interesting. Her class had spent the whole day at this academy, so Ruby knew well enough that this place was huge. But she hoped what little sheâd manage to see would feature something cool. Maybe a weapons workshop, or a tech lab of some sort. There had to be something around in these huge echo-y halls.
Just when she was about to give up her search and sneak back into the lecture hall, she heard something from a nearby room. She shuffled closer and listened, noticing the placard by the door, Project Workshop #307.
âHer software is coming along even better than planned,â a manâs voice from within spoke. âThe specifics of her hardware is the more troublesome aspect. But as an individual, she is displaying a tremendous level of self-awareness and agency. Not to mention she is quite personable and friendly, if not a tad bit literal. Iâm still working on her ability to detect hyperbole.â
âItâs very impressive,â another man spoke. He sounded familiar. âBut I am certain you know that the hardware is the top priority at this time. I find you focus too much on this projectâs more...sentimental aspects.â
âYes, well, you did ask for her to be as believable as possible. And I feel she is well on the way to achieving that goal!â
âIndeed. But you do understand what I am telling you, correct?â
âYes, general. Understood.â
General? General Ironwood, that guy who gave the big welcome speech that morning?
âGood. I am very satisfied with the progress youâve made on this project. Keep up the good work.â
âThank you, sir. Good day!â
Ruby heard the sturdy thumping of boots on the floor, and she panicked and petal burst away to hide under a nearby bench. She held her breath and watched as who must have been the general walk past, none the wiser. She sighed in relief, then began to crawl out from under the bench only to see someone else leaving the same room, and she yelped and hid once more.
The person walked by her hiding spot, or...a robot? Four robotic legs ambled down the hall, and Ruby thought for a second that a big mech had been released inside the school. She poked her head out to look, but instead saw a man in a chair. It was like a wheelchair, but...with legs. Still cool, but not a mech.
Once the man and his robo-chair had disappeared around a corner, Ruby turned her attention to the room heâd left. Heâd shut the door and she feared it was locked, but was relieved when it opened when she tried the knob. She grinned and looked both ways down the hall one more time, then entered. Time to see what this project was.
The men had talked about software, and how realistic she was becoming. Was this an AI of some sorts? A completely artificial person, even? The concept blew Rubyâs mind, and she hoped that was the case. She entered the room and gently shut the door behind herself, then turned to see...a laptop. A laptop sitting on a table, surrounded by notebooks and papers. Ruby had been expecting something cooler to look at. Maybe an android, like the hardware the men had talked about. She gave the notebooks a closer look, and was at least intrigued by their content.
The P.E.N.N.Y. Project.
âPenny...â Ruby muttered in curiosity as she looked at the header of one of the notebooks.
The laptop screen turned on, a bright lime green. âSalutations!â
âWah-!â Ruby yelped and almost fell over, instead managing to land her butt in a nearby desk chair. She looked at the laptop with wide eyes. The screen was completely lime green, save for a small power on/power off icon in the bottom right.
ââWahâ?â The feminine voice asked. âWhat does that mean?â
Ruby held her breath as she slowly adjusted herself in her seat, then used her legs to roll her way closer to the monitor. âHello?â
âHello!â The voice answered with delight.
âWho are you?â Ruby asked.
âI am Project P.E.N.N.Y., but you may just call me Penny.â
Rubyâs jaw fell open, and she glanced at the notebook again. âYou...youâre an artificial intelligence.â
The voice seemed to giggle. âIn a way, I am. My intelligence is man-made, but my more proper categorization is âSynthetic Person.ââ
âWoah...â Ruby murmured, staring at the screen.
ââWoah?ââ Penny asked. âWhat does that mean?â
âIt...â Ruby wasnât sure how to answer. âItâs just a thing you say when, like, you see something really cool.â
ââWoahâ is an exclamation of wonder?â
âYeah!â Ruby said with a laugh. âThat makes more sense than what I said.â
âThank you for teaching me!â
âUh, sure.â Ruby was talking to a computer. Or, well, a synthetic person. This was so flipping awesome! This was exactly the kind of thing she had been hoping to find.
âWho are you?â Penny asked.
âI-Iâm Ruby.â
âIt is wonderful to meet you, Ruby!â
Her enthusiasm was infectious. âAnd itâs awesome meeting you too!â
âYou are the first person besides my fathers that I have gotten to talk to so freely.â
Her fathers? âYou mean the general, and that man in the...spider chair?â
âPrecisely!â Penny confirmed. âPietro Polendina is the one who is designing me, and General Ironwood is overseeing my progress.â
âThatâs really cool,â Ruby said with a laugh. âWhen do you think youâll be finished?â
âThat is uncertain at this time. My father is currently designing a physical body for me! But the problem with that is without an Aura of my ownââ
The door suddenly opened, and Ruby spun around in her chair to face whoever it was. Except she spun herself a little too hard and continued rotating, having to turn her head to face the man in the robo-chair while scrambling to stop her spinning.
âP-pardon me,â the man said, eyes wide and glasses crooked on his face as he stared at Ruby.
âSorry!â Ruby yelped, hopping to her feet and standing upright, rubbing the back of her head. âI, uh...â She then quickly fell to the floor and mimed searching around for something. âI dropped my...lucky bottle cap.â My what...?
The man adjusted his glasses and chuckled. âChild, shouldnât you be with your classmates?â
Rubyâs cheeks warmed. âYeah, uhm...I got lost?â
The man Ruby deduced to be the Pietro Polendina whom Penny had mentioned shook his head fondly. âI do not blame your curiosity, young one.â He glanced at the desk. âI see you have made an acquaintance, Penny.â
âRuby and I are acquainted?â Penny asked, sounding excited. âI have never been acquainted to someone before!â
Pietro chuckled fondly, like Rubyâs dad would anytime sheâd go on a ramble about weapons or types of Grimm. âAnd while I am all in favor of you meeting new people in time, Iâm afraid all information to do with you is proprietary at the moment. You and Ruby will have to catch up some other time.â
âI understand,â Penny said. âMy conversational software is very impressionable.â
Ruby stood back to her feet as straight as she could, feeling hot under her Signal uniform. âSo, uhh, I should go, huh?â
âDo not forget about your lucky bottle cap!â Penny reminded her earnestly.
âOh, uhh...â Rubyâs face burned.
Pietro let out a hearty laugh and shuffled his robo-chair to the side. âRun along, Ruby. You are certainly missing a riveting retelling of Atlasâ military history.â Humorous sarcasm tinged his words.
Ruby nodded and awkwardly marched to the door. âY-yes, sir,â she said, then struggled with whether she should salute or not, then compromised with a wave. âUhm...bye, Penny.â
âFarewell! I hope to talk to you again soon, acquaintance!â
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I would have answered this in the post, but I have serious anxiety about answering things on the internet, so Iâm on anon. Sorry.
But to answer your question about worldbuilding in RWBY, Iâd firstly look into the Maidens. Why not have each Maiden use different elemental powers instead of whatever mishmash the writers thought were cool? Why not have the Maidens related to the trait the Relics stand for in some way, such as already having whatever trait as a prerequisite for gaining the powers (like being a nerd for Spring/knowledge, being an artsy type for Winter/creation, etc), or gaining the trait later (the real-world equivalent of having higher than average Offense stats for Summer/destruction, or faster reflexes (maybe?) for Fall/Choice)? I had always assumed that the Maidens were Ozmaâs daughters and they had inherited his ability to reincarnate in some cruel twist of fate, so finding out they were inadvertently made just to be barrier maidens is a little disappointing to me, but it still would have been interesting if it was explored more. Like, the idea of your life being entirely uprooted because of powers most people donât even know exist, and being mostly at the mercy of two different forces, well-intentioned or otherwise, could work so well. As it is, they are just Macguffin Carriers who open the relic doors and have about a 50% chance of being murdered by Cinder.
Secondly, the SEWs. Where do they come from, the God of Light or one of Ozmaâs reincarnations? Can you be a SEW and a Maiden? Or a SEW and an Oz? Can you be all three? I know there is genocide involved, but are there really no other SEWs besides Ruby, Summer, Maria and Snuffles the Hound? Were they always Salemâs target, or did she take a while to realize that they were a threat to the Grimm? Do the powers always manifest as torches for eyes or can you do other stuff with Silver Eyes? Can the glow in the dark? Can they augment your Semblance? Are there short- and long-term effects of using the Silver Eyes? What is a typical childhood like with these eyes? What is an adulthood with them? Do they camouflage themselves by being a different color until first use? Is there a general distrust with people with these traits, or do people just flat out not know unless theyâre in Ozâs or Salemâs circles? There is so little information about the Silver Eyes and itâs confusing.
Lastly, the Faunus (designs, the concept itself is already a whole different kettle of fish). It was already kind of uncomfortable making them stand ins for racial minorities, but why is it such a binary with Faunus traits? Why only make it one trait? Why not go all out with designs? The writers clearly donât have an answer for how the Faunus came about after Humanity 1.0 was wiped out, so why not just include them in the beginning, drive home the point about how irrational and unrealistic racism is? And the heroic Faunus tend to have âcuteâ or ânon-threateningâ traits like tails and ears, but the villainous Faunus tend to have horns and stingers and such, even in the Fables, which isâŚsomething I would change. I also want more variety in traits. I want Faunus with rectangular pupils like goats. I want to know if fur/wool counts as a trait, or if it would be classified as hypertrichosis. I want to see hinged fangs, fins, gills, insect legs, hooves, chelicerae, all that neat weird stuff. If youâre going to have a half animal race, you might as well go all out.
No need to apologize, anon! I've been on tumblr for years and it wasn't until I got into rwby that I got over my own posting anxiety lol. And with that one shithead harassing rwdesters on anon rn, I understand completely why you'd want to protect yourself
The maidens absolutely need to be revamped, and I highkey agree abt giving them specific elemental powers that relate to their actual seasons. It's so weird how crwby said all the maidens have the exact same powers but Cinder only uses fire for weapons and flight, Raven only ever used ice for weapons, Fria just used ice, Penny... didn't do anything w the powers iirc, and Amber only got enough time to do some lightning and flight (seemed to be Wind powered tho so she's the most diverse in just 3 minutes lmao)
I've always loved the idea of the relics being linked to the maidens! For a while I legit thought that was the case bc Raven knew things she couldn't possibly have known (Yang being in trouble on the train, all her ominous ramblings abt Ozpin) that I thought passive aquiring of knowledge was a side affect of being the spring maiden. (I am boo boo the fool.) But having to have some specific traits or gaining boosts to already existing stats would be a cool thing to explore!
Ngl I really love the idea of incredible powers getting dropped on some random guy and the Everything that would stem from that, but I don't think it should've been in rwby's lore. If Ozcarnations need to keep track of the maidens bc they're a) very powerful and therefore dangerous, and b) keys to his magic doors (that his cane isn't a skeleton key for wtf Oz), then why the fuck would he gift his magic so that the powers would be passed on in such a messy, chaotic way? It don't add up, bruv
The show heavily implied that SEWs are a God of Light creation, but... how? Did he come back specifically to create them? Were they a throwaway to Oz in an effort to give him allies? Was it a petty project to piss off Salem? We just don't know (and probably never will). There are wayyyyy too many questions surrounding their entire existence, and their current endangered status, and I doubt crwby will answer any of them satisfactorily
I don't think there's anything stating that a person can't be a combination of SEW, maiden, and Ozcarnation. There'd be some problematic aspects regarding the fact that a woman would be forced to lug around an old man's soul in her head, so maybe it's best to leave the men to themselves on that front. Not to mention being all three would be far too much going on for a single character
Yknow, I've never thought abt the eyelights being anything but big beams of deus ex, but considering eyes are the windows to the soul, there should be smth a little... more. In their first appearance they start out looking like angel wings (rad as FUCK), so maybe they could manifest as some Soul Symbolism before going nova on grimm ass
As for consequences, yes. Absolutely. Hands down there needs to be more than a happy thoughts montage to use the damn thing (fucking patronus knock off) and there needs to be a drawback for using such an incredibly OP ability
I saw someone suggest that using the Silver Eyes would slowly deteriorate your vision, which I think would be a way more interesting thing to explore for Maria's character. Maybe she thought exposure to grimm was the real cause behind her onset blindness and wanted some distance. Maybe she knew the truth and felt guilty abt choosing herself over her duty, thus her decision to go MIA. Maybe she lost someone so dear she couldn't feel strongly enough to activate the power. Anything over the "i got scared after losing my eyes so i hid" thing that... doesn't really go anywhere
I'm def a fan of redesigning the faunus. The one animal trait thing came as a fault bc that's all Poser would allow, but good writers could've found a way to explain that while adding more traits in Maya (like Sten's lack of horns in DA:O). It might still have to be limited to a humanoid frame a la Mass Effect, but it could still work. It'd be really cool to see more animal features (fucking YES to animal eyes) and maybe even behaviors from faunus. I mean, the entire concept could basically be the wolfman variant of werewolves but w a variety of animals (or omegaverse traits if you're into that lol)
Crwby may not have an answer for how faunus came around, but I noticed they arrived at the same time as Dust, so in my (maybe someday) rewrite they're linked
#rwde#thanks for asking#sorry for the late response. it was my 36 hour work weekend and i am Suffering#rwby really has so many good ideas but theyre so badly implemented bc absolutely zero thought is put into them#it drives me up the wall#this is like going to a grand buffet and just eating a piece of stale bread you found on the ground#like... all the good shit is RIGHT THERE. JUST TAKE IT#anon hours
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 Grimmjow Headcanons Plus a Few x S/O onesÂ
( pretty sure I read some of these somewhere but I forgot so here's a self indulgent list :)
He died in his early twenties so he's still pretty young mentally but physically as a hollow he's old as hell
He's European
He takes a lot of naps in random places such as the roof of Las Noches
In fact he does a lot of cat like stuff and doesnât realize it
He can purr but rarely and itâs mostly in his sleepÂ
When he became an arrancar he had long hair similar to his release form. It kept getting in the way so he cut it
he doesnât like wearing clothes
Him and his fraccion use to sleep close together in case they were ambushed by other adjuchas and still did even after they became arrancars
They didnât think much of it. Except Di Roy. Heâd say it was weird and âun-masculineâ to which Grim would tell him to shut up and go to sleep after laying an arm or a leg over his face.Â
Di Roy would also occasionally guilt trip him
Grimmjow: Youâre too weak to fight with us.
Di Roy: I wouldnât be if someone didnât bite my face off.Â
Grimm:..........fine! do whatever you want. See if I care.Â
He was actually much closer to them than he let on
Most of the epsada knew it. Especially after Syazel threatened to experiment on them since they were âexpendable.â He did his best to avoid Grimmjow after that.
He only really got to grieve of their deaths when the war against Aizen ended
As much as he genuinely enjoyed fighting Ichigo it was also a distraction from all the pain he tried to burry
Harribel and Nelliel helped him with his grief
They became sort of friends afterwards tho he still tries to fight them both on a weekly basisÂ
Refers to Pantera with female pronounsÂ
One perk of most of Los Nochesâ inhabitants being defeated is the nearly infant amount of space. So he was able to choose his own room
He keeps it surprisingly tidy aside from the nicknacks heâs hoarded from wandering around Hueco Mundo
His bed is full of pillows as a substitute of having a pack to sleep with
When asked heâll say its for comfort
Nelliel: Have you seen my pillow?Â
Grimmjow: * sitting on it in his pillow pile* No.
He steals everyoneâs stuff now and then but mostly Nelâs cuz he likes to mess with her ( insert low key sibling energy )
He talks to animals like people
Grimmjow: I told you to stop crossing the street at the red light idiot!
Cat: Meow
Grimm: Donât talk back to me you little shit!!
Hangs out at Uraharaâs place when heâs in the living world and not trying to fight Ichigo
Likes human food. Especially meat.
Grimmjow: *eating bacon for the first time* hmm tastes like hollows but better
Ichigo:.....Iâm sorry what??!!
Was dared that he couldnât beat Yoruichi at twister. He won five crates of snacks to bring back to Hueco Mundo ( may or may not have shared them cuz â they gave me too much so take it or Iâll throw it outâ )
Says things around the characters in the living world about his terrible experience under Aizenâs rule like itâs normal
Grimmjow: *having another rematch with Ichigo* Damn that almost hurt as much as Tousen slicing my arm off
Ichigo: *pauses the fight* Tousen did WHAT?!!
Becomes friends with Ichigo but wonât admit it.
Somewhat apologizes to Orihime and Rukia for what he did. But not Ichigo cuz heâll do it all again but with less deadly intent.
Learns how to cook
Likes just about any kind of movie/show. He isnât pickyÂ
Would get his 6 tattoo edited to something else if it bothered him
Would freakin die for Kazui!!!Â
Here are the S/O ones:
Is pansexual so gender isnât an issue
Prefers someone who can beat him up but is ok with a human if he feels a very strong connection to them
Doesnât really have a physical type honestlyÂ
Will admire things about their appearance cuz he likes it on them and not in general
Will be in complete denial about his feelings at firstÂ
Like âhollows arenât meant to loveâ and all that ishÂ
Makes up excuses to hangout with them but itâs mostly for his own benefit
â I donât like them. They just have a nice movie collection.â â I donât like them. Theyâre just nice to spar with.â â I donât like them. Theyâre just nice to talk to.â âI donât like them. They just make me feel safe when I sleep next to them.âÂ
Gives them random things heâs found when wondering around Hueco Undoâs desserts like gems and cool sharp bones
Let's them hold and even use Pantera
Starts to unconsciously turn off his hierro when heâs with them. It causes a lot of fliching and embarrassing gasps when they touch him since heâs not use to feeling so much
Did I mention heâs touch starved?
Like a lot.
Holding his hand for too long would literally kill him
Once heâs gotten use to feeling something other than pain from another person he starts to let them touch him more. Like hugs. Lots of hugs.Â
He even lets them rub his release formâs cat ears
Then here come the purrs. Louder than theyâve ever been before! It startles them both. He denied it but the blush gave him away.
Heâll do his best to purr more often since his s/o likes it so much. Such as when theyâre cuddled up for a nap. Though he doesnât really have to try.
Is confused as to why they like to squish his toe beans but lets them do it anyway
Wraps his tail around them in his release form
Will let them braid his long hair
Will also let them paint his claws as well as put makeup on him
Heâs a total pushover ( insert the âplease for meâ meme )
Is very protective of them
â Why are you sad? Do I need to kill someone?â
If asked will follow his s/o when theyâre out at night so they feel safe. Potential muggers? Thrown by an unknown force. Stalker? Punched by an unknown force. Cat callers in a car? Car gets flipped over by an unknown force.
Eventually no one bothers them at all cuz word goes around that theyâre protected by a ghost or something else supernatural.
Theyâre of the few that can call him by a nickname and survive. Grimm, Grimmy, Grimmykins, Grimmy-kun, Kitty, Kitten, Catboy, Stinky cat, Baby boy, Baby boi, Big guy, Tough guy, My Arancar, My love, My one and only, Handsome, Blueberry. Literally anything is fine with him.
But call him My King and heâs done for. Dead. A second time. Deceased all over again. His heart will reform just to burst out of existence.Â
Takes them to Hueco Mundo a few timesÂ
Makes a pillow fort with them with his hoard of pillowsÂ
Will be skeptical as to why they like him and wonât be surprised if they get tired of him and break up
But oh no! Theyâre in it for the long run! Youâre stuck with them Grimmykins:)
Would most likely say I love you without even realizing it till later
Grimm: *blushes* F*CK!!
Harribel: *pauses the meeting* Is there something wrong?
Grimm: I told Y/n that I love them before I left without realizing it! *puts his face in his hands and groans* Iâm so screwed.
Nel: Well itâs about damn time!
Harribel: Congrats Grimmjow
Grimm: *groans and blushes some more*
If he really loves them heâll find a way to weaken his immortality so they can grow old together ( yes itâ sappy but he figures heâll get bored after they long gone )
Might go to Mayuri for help and becomes his lab rat in return. Wonât tell his s/o till itâs done so they wonât try to stop him.
Itâs not fun. Like at all ( insert angsty fit energy here ). But it works and as an added bonus him and his s/o can have kids if theyâd like
A great dad. Incredibly supportive and loving. Mess with them and youâre dead. Or at least scarred for life. No one messes with his cubs. Â
Grimm: Isnât it weird that our kids are best friends?
Ichigo: No. Weâre friends.
Grimm: I tried to kill you.
Ichigo: Who hasnât?
Grimm: Iâll drink to that.
Ichigo: Thatâs a juice box.
Grimm: Have you seen my kids? The last time I wasnât sober they ceroed the roof off and beat up a hollow. Thereâs no way Iâm missing that again.
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Hobbies and Holidays, Or The Halloween Fic
Yes, I know itâs June. I just like Halloween, man. Yuuâs quiet dedication to the finest of holidays sours when confronted with assholes who fuck around for clout.
Contains coarse language, attempted violence, sexuality and nerds being nerds. As always, if you enjoyed it or have any questions, let me know! I like talking with people.
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"What's cooking?" Ace, cheery as could be, walked his way up towards your set up on the Ramshackle front lawn. "Is it curry? I hope it's curry."
"You might not want to stand downwind." You poked at the bubbling mess on the propane stove, sweat rolling down your back. A beautiful August day, perfect for your project. This sure as hell wasn't something you wanted to do indoors.
"Whaddya mean by that?" The breeze shifted towards him, and he turned an impressive shade of green, stumbling back with his nose covered. "What's in there?"
"Mice. I told you to keep upwind." You went in with a hand strainer, and scooped a pile of tiny bones onto a ratty towel.
"Why are you boiling mice?"Â
You mirrored his are-you-goddamned-stupid-or-something face back at him. "I wanted the bones. I went to Sam, but he said he's not allowed to order in dermestid beetles after last time, so I gotta do it the old-fashioned way."
"That's absolutely disgusting,â her said, the disgust and disbelief plain on his face.
"Don't we all know. Grimm fucked right off when the ghosts showed me the mouse graveyard."
"And your first thought at a pile of rotten mice was 'ooo, free bones' like some kinda crazy necromancer?"
"Yup." You scooped out another pile of bones. If you left them in there too long, they'd simply dissolve like in a cooked fish. As it was, you'd have to find a way to strengthen them. Maybe dip them in resin?
"Why am I your friend, again?"
"Because you feel responsible for me."
"Yeah. And you're fun when you aren't being weird and doing shit like taking cemetery pictures."
"I'll stop taking the pictures when I stop finding good grave iconography."
"Yeah, weird. I'm going to leave you to be a gross little maggot by yourself today."
"I'm not eating them."
"They're stewing in a pot."
"To get the meat off!"
"Yeah, whatever. See you at supper. I hope you don't stink."
"We'll find out, won't we?" you muttered, sotto voce, but he was already gone.
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It was a beautiful day in September, and you heard him far before he knew you had. When you turned to look at Idia, floss wound around your fingers, he started. "Is my stealth that bad?"
You gave him the ghost of a smile. "You're not as quiet as you think you are." He hasn't cottoned on that you can hear what's in his headphones, if they aren't set just right on his head, and you aren't about to tell him. The face he makes when you pick him out so easily was too good to lose.
He nodded, fidgeted, looked at the spread on the table. "What are you doing?"
"Well, she's got to dry. So I'm working on this pattern until the top coat goes on."
'She' was a currently eyeless, disembodied head, that you'd picked up along with her body in a second hand store for a pittance. You'd unstrung her, scrubbed her clean, and now were putting on a face to match her sweet if imperious expression, a bratty princess of a girl in miniature. You hadn't realized you'd liked dolls until you'd seen her. But, when you had, your breath fled your throat in the same way it had only once since coming here.
He looked, but knew better than to touch. He did a little bit of craft work himself, mostly model painting, and wasn't about to muss your hard work. "She's... nice?" He didn't quite get the appeal, despite having two vinyl dolls you knew of stowed carefully in their packages under his bed. When you'd asked, he just muttered that they were anime characters and didn't come out except for photos because something something collectibles something resale value. Boys.
"I could do better. But it's enough. Thank you for letting me borrow the painting set up."
"Y... welcome." He squinted at the embroidery, finally noticing something. "Are those bones?"
In the center of each withered, poisonous blossom in your embroidery hoop, you'd stitched a tiny vertebra to serve as the center. "Yeah?"
"Why?"
"Why not?"
He wasn't ready to push it any further. "If you want..." He hesitated, and stumbled, and you waited until he just brought out his tablet to tap it out on a screen instead. "You can come do that in Board Game Club, if you want. There's a window. Azul shouldn't mind."
"I'll join you after I gear up and put the sealant on her. Thank you for inviting me." You gave him your best, most dazzling smile. "You know how much I like when you include me in your stuff. I know it's not always easy for you; how shy you are and all."
He squeaked and looked away, and you continued. "I should be there in about an hour. Make sure Azul doesn't keep up trying to wager me in chess. I can't fucking play worth a damn and he knows it."
He smirked. "He likes easy marks. Maybe try and get goo-"
You flicked a bone at him, and it hit him square on the nose as he yelped.
~*~*~*~
Welcome, October. Coolness and colour, a certain something on the breeze that felt like a home you'd never let go. Even if it hadn't quite hit the dorms the same way as they main area of the school. (Those little fairies that ran the weather machine didn't seem to believe in seasons for the dorms, or perhaps Crowley gave them a chewing out after the spring?) In amongst the Heartslabyul roses, you'd think it was still summer, and you weren't one to let a day of warmth go.
"Oh, in this chapel of ritual, smells of dead human sacrifices from the altar..."
"Stop that."
You looked up at Riddle, who'd found you in your secluded corner. "Why?"
"You can't sing and the lyrics are awful."
"Is there a rule against that?"
He nodded. "The queen gets to approve all music."
"Ah, of course, mine rosen liege. My petaled monarch. Emperor Rosa." A collar appeared on your neck, and you did not slow down. "Cardiac Sovereign. Dauphine De la Coeur. I can do this all day, Riddle; that collar don't do shit cause I ain't magic."
The colour was high on his cheeks. "Is it your job to annoy me?"
"Oh, you got me. I wake up and spend every moment thinking 'How do I best piss off Riddle Roseheart? How about I stand outside his door and blast nightcore from a boombox?' "
He narrowed his eyes at you. "Stop joking."
You laughed. "Yeah. I only do that with Shoenheit."
That managed to get a bit of a smile out of him. "Why are you being a pest over here, and not at your own dorm?"
"I'm just doing crafts, man."
"While sitting on the grass."
"Yeah, man. Won't be any grass to sit on soon enough. Made sure to not be on the croquet grounds or anything."
He looked at the mess of foam and ribbon around you. "What are you even doing?"
You looked down, and back up at him. "Crafts?"
"More specifically, before I kick you out for being awful."
You held up a padded frame, that you were carefully wrapping a satin ribbon around the many bars of it. "What does that look like?"
He just glared instead of admitting he didn't know, so you got to your feet and held the frame over your chest, the shape clarifying by being pressed over what it mimicked. "It's ribs. It'll tie on with more ribbon. Might put beads and stuff on it too."
He looked for a beat before nodding. "For later this month?"
"Indeed."
"... Continue, then. But be quiet!"Â
He was nice enough to remove the collar before he left, but not nice enough to leave it off as soon as you resumed singing to yourself once you'd assumed he was out of earshot.
~*~*~*~
"Hey, Lil?â
"Yeah?"
You looked over the riot of cheery pumpkins and Far East aesthetics that had sprung from your lawn. "You should've asked me, first."
Lil smiled at you. "But then you would have said no."
"I wouldn't have. But," you guestured to the papier mache dragon, "Really, my dude? This isn't what I would have picked at all. I'm not going to match."
"You're working on a costume? Already?" He lit up. "What's it going to be?"
"You'll see."
"Do I get a costume?"
You looked down at your not-cat. "Grimm, I didn't think you'd want one."
"I do now!" He scrambled to your shoulder and tugged at your hair, wailing. "Costume! Costume!"
You rolled your eyes. "Stop that, before I sell you to Lil to practice recipes on."
~*~*~*~
Grimm was no help. He changed his mind every few minutes on what he wanted. At least your incorporeal roommates were a sweet help, finally gearing him up with a hat by the beginning of the week.
"Do you still need one, Yuu?" The middling ghost, the one neither plump nor skeletal, seemed concerned.
"No, babe. I've been working on this since..." August, you think. "I'm good. I hope I can get a week out of it. I could at least do a different face each day."
Realization dawned across his face. "That's what that was for? I see. I guess you won't need..."
Oh, he made you a costume. Layers and layers of rotten gauze from the curtains, a spindrift take on the bedsheet ghost.Â
"Hey, I can use this, don't worry. Can you stoke the fire? I've got to dye this to match, I'll need some water boiled."
~*~*~*~
There's too many fucking people. You don't know any of them, they're loud, and they cram in wherever you need to go. But their fussing over you, their asking for pictures is nice. If only...
"Hey, are you lost, kid?" You lean down and reach a hand out to a fearful-looking six-year-old. "I can help you find someone who can help?"
He promptly burst into tears and collided into Floyd as he ran away.
"Hey there itty bitty. You need an adult? Hold on." Even with Floyd... being Floyd, he was a hell of a more welcome sight to the kid, and soon had him balanced on a shoulder to yell for his parents. "Who's under all that?"
"Your favourite shrimp, you overgrown string bean."
Floyd make an o of surprise and flicked the veil up. "It is you under all that! See, kid, She's not scary. She's pretty."
The kid simply eyed him dubiously before going back to trying to wave his parents down to get away from these lunatics.
All your hard work paid off beautifully. A mass of bones, beads and decay, a beautifully jeweled skeleton crowned with a fine halo of gold-and-bone spines and dried flowers. You rattled gently with every step, eyes staring out from a painted skull. They only thing you regretted was Riddle catching you earlier. Even if he hadn't intentionally steered it that way himself, everyone would assume you'd intentionally went to match Heartslabyul. Even more, now that you'd turned those curtains into a veil, even if you'd stuck all the bone and garnet drops you could onto the edges.
"Thank you, Floyd." You leaned up towards the kid. "Didn't mean to scare you, little darling."
The kid just stared at you in fear, and fortunately his parents came along to claim him, leaving you and Floyd by yourself.
"Shrimpie~" He'd scooped you up to replace the kid in his arms before you could protest. "You're so cute like this! Let's go to the alchemy room."
"What's in the alchemy room, Floyd." At this point you were used to him just... hauling you wherever. And youâd found that if you went along with the lighter end of it, he took you seriously when you said no. Weirdo he was, he'd at least gathered that you'd hang out willingly if he didn't push it.
"Oh, well you look so nice! You'll look much nicer in the water tube than the dummy we have in there."
"There are several reasons that can't work, Floyd. Least of it is I only breathe air."
"You're a ghost right now, you don't breathe at all."
"This outfit would not survive a dunking. I'm not sure it'll last the week if I don't repair it every night."
He kept smiling at you. "Even better! Wearing nothing at all on Halloween! Everyone would take even more pictures."
"Yeah yeah, and you have nothing at all in your room if I want to speed that up." You flicked his nose. "Put me down and we can walk over and check how it's going."
"Excuse me?" A stranger. "Can I take a picture of you and your boyfriend like that."
"I'm not her boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend. Go ahead though."
~*~*~*~
"What are you working on?"
Idia's voice was slightly muffled under the pumpkin head. "People kept calling my projection 'cute'. Idiots! They don't know the true fear of Pumpkin Hollow. So I'm adjusting the projection mapping so it's less cute, and more accurate."
"Hm. It seems fine to me as it is."
"You would think that. You don't care if there is a cuteness to things that are scary."
"There's beauty and sweetness in even death." You thought for a moment. "This is for that series you sat me down for? You got mad when I played with the toys?"
"Those. Are. Collecta-" he stopped when he whirled on you, faltering into silence. You really wished you could see the face he was making, he made such sweet faces, especially when he looked at you. You craved them, wanted him to look only at you with those expressions.
You smiled at him. "There's no use in leaving a toy in a box! I don't buy anything I don't intend to play with."
"Ah. Errrrrrrrrghhhmmm." He turned back to his work, took a deep breath, and turned back around. "You watched them, would you give me feedback?"
"Sure. Could you lean down a little?"
He did, and you carefully pulled off the pumpkin, revealing - nothing. No head at all.
You laughed. "Turn that off."
"Why?"
"I just opened your box. Time to play."
He made a strangled noise and started back, looking this way and that. "Right now? Anyone could come in!"
"Just for a moment! How can I give you a kiss if I can't see where I'm aiming?"
His head flickered into view, with a face full of mischief. "... Just one?"
~*~*~*~
"What happened to your makeup?"
"Wouldn't you like to know, model boy." You looked Vil up and down. "You're actually pretty hot like that. It's a miracle."
"Of course you would only find me attractive when I look like a corpse." He rolled his eyes hard enough to sprain. "Do I need to go lie down in a glass coffin too? Stay very still while you actually work up the courage to touch me?"
You snorted. "You wish I would touch you, you overblown jackass."
"With you looking like that? I'd die."
"Bite me, asshole."
"You'd like it if I did."
Your tone grew playful. "Is that a promise for later?"
"Ugh." His shudder was too exaggerated to be anything but an act. "Go ask your ugly little playmate for a bite, we all know what gross shit you get up to."
"You're just mad it's not you."
He pointed a perfectly manicured nail at your painted nose. "You're just mad I want nothing to do with you."
"Then why are you even talking to me?"
"I- why am I talking to you. Go away."
You did, but not before pulling on his cape to wrinkle it.
~*~*~*~
You had a dreadful feeling things were about to get worse. Call it intuition, or paranoia. But with any luck, that would change after a good night's sleep.
(It did not.)
~*~*~*~ These fuckers were getting exhausting. What a grand idea, picking unknown flowers to stick in your hair for selfies! That wasn't an excellent way to come down with a hideous case of contact poisoning at all. You had to swat one girl's hand away from a bed of monkshood, reciting symptoms of aconite poisoning at her until she stalked off in a huff.Â
And futzing around with the decorations! The only reason you didn't outwardly congratulate Leona on trying to rip apart a bunch of tourists was that murder is supposed to be bad, no matter how irritating and disrespectful the murder victims were. Even you knew better than to go around fondling random ears and tails!Â
(That's why you'd made the anatomy books in the library your friends. Far more polite than going up to a fellow student and saying, "May I feel around your skull for a few hours to satisfy my scientific curiosity? No one at home has ears like that and I'm very curious about the underlying muscle structures." )
Better see what's going on everywhere else.
~*~*~*~
You got up in tiptoe and lightly touched his arm. "Hey, Floyd?"
"??? Yes, Shrimpie?" His face instantly brightening, he dropped the absolutely delighted Magicammer he'd had pressed to the shelf and turned to you, leaning in as you crooked your finger.
You whispered in his ear, "Why waste magic on them when you can do so much more with your fists?"
He shone like the sun as he pressed his cheek to yours in lieu of something more intimate. "You always know just what to do."
~*~*~*~
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE."
The crowd of idiots instead turned on you with flash photography. "Another ghost! This'll get so many likes!"
"I MEAN IT!" Blinking away the spots from your eyes and casting all good sense to the wind, you grabbed a fire poker from inside your bedroom door and started swinging. They laughed and clapped - and only stepped back when you got the damned thing stuck in the wall while taking a swing.
"What an excellent show!" And more. Fucking. Pictures. How in the fuck Vil deals with this shit without murdering everyone in a hundred-foot radius, you'd love to know.
"I SAID-" yank "GET THE FUCK-" yank "OUT OF MY HOUSE!" The force of finally pulling the poker from the wall sent you careening onto your ass, and Grimm only stopped long enough to laugh at you before resuming his own ineffective charge. You stumbled to your feet, muttering. "Stupid little mother fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking..."
"Oh, it's a chase game! Let's go!" And they all fucking scattered into different rooms as you watched them in disbelief.
"I am going to kill everyone in this building and then myself for good measure."
~*~*~*~
"Leave."
"Aren't you going to scare me, Miss Ghost?" This last idiot was joyfully skipping around a bedroom that you'd had the ghosts empty out, nattering into her phone. A livestream, you think.
You're in you goddamned pajamas. "Sure. We don't use this room because the floor's not sound. Get the fuck out and leave before you fall through to the next floor."
The girl instead started to hop in place. "Oooooo, so scary! You'll have to try better than that!"
You rushed her. You probably would have throttled her (and wound up with a new ghostly roommate in the process) but as she backed up, your leg went through the floor where she'd weakened it, which left her cackling.Â
"You weren't kidding! Bye now!" And she just fucking left you there like the wretched asshole she was.
~*~*~*~
"I'm so sorry, Yuu."
"Nothing to be sorry about, Mal."
He rested his head on your bare knee and looked up at you. "If I hadn't picked your home as a stamp location, people wouldn't be invading this dorm, and you wouldn't have been injured."
"You fixed me up, didn't you?" He was the one who had pulled you rightways, and shut the scratches on your leg. Of course, he could have left your socks on to do that, but hey, those had been fixed too. You reached down and put your hand on his cheek, rubbing circles by his eye while he stared up at you like an adoring dog.
"This was supposed to be fun for you, so you could have a perfect Halloween."
"That's still a few days away yet. There's still time. And hey."
He blinked up at you as you leaned your face in close, flushing faintly as you did. "Any luck, we'll all make it to November without assault charges."
~*~*~*~
"Yuu?"
You subconsciously growled like a rabid animal as you turned to Lilia with your eye twitching.
"By all the queen's powers." He shrank back. "You alright?"
"Magimons broke the lock on our bedroom and shook her awake last night." Grimm was, by some miracle, in a better mood than you; content to be a comforting weight in your arms and be your anger translator.
"They took," you added, "my groceries."
Lil looked at you in blank shock. "What about the wards on your doors?"
"That's for magic, not fucking morons with no sense of personal space." If you made it through 'til November without actually biting someone's throat out and getting put down like a mad dog, you'd be sincerely surprised. "You of all people should know that."
"Hey, I put them back up after I drop in. You want to go sit with Malleus today? I think you need it."
"Nope. If I snap at him he'll take it to heart. Or just kill everyone who's not staff or student because they upset me."
"No he wouldn't."
"We both know he would."
"He would not because that would be bad press for the kingdom."
"... well, damned if I ever though I'd say this, but thank god for politics."
~*~*~*~
You stare at the empty plinths as everyone started yelling and scrambling. You look to the rubble of the statues, the bases, to Cater, and back to the rubble, nudging what may have once been a staff with you toe.
"And it's not even for a fucking political movement."
~*~*~*~
"Yuu, if we can get rid of the magicam monsters, we can have the party!" Grimm smiled up at you, all sharp teeth and blue eyes. "Aren't you happy?"
You didn't have the heart to tell him that at this point, you'd rather they'd just cancel everything and simply sleep through till All Saint's. Fuck your costume work. Fuck the party. Fuck everything. If you see another jack o lantern you will smash it. Fuck this holiday. You're so tired.
"Yuu, do you have ideas on how to drive the magicam monsters away?"
You stared past Cater's ear because you didn't feel like looking anyone in the face. "Tried to brain a few with a fire poker. Th'just thought it was funny."
This was met with the sound of air sucked through teeth, and a warm hand on your shoulder. "Come with me please!" And Ortho pulled you away with the force of a vaudeville hook.
"You're having a very bad time!" So sweet, so earnest. Right now he was the only person here who could be that chipper and you not want to put their nose out the back of their skull.
You gave him a weary smile. "What was your first clue, honey."
"She keeps kicking in her sleep. When she sleeps. And she's all snappy and horrible!"
You gave Grimm a single light warning shake. "Shut up, Grimm."
"Would you like to stay over so that you can rest properly?" He was hovering directly in front of your face. "Maybe if you're somewhere you won't be woken up, you'll feel better."
You raised an eyebrow and stared over at Idia, who was trying very hard to pay attention to both your conversation and his. "Shouldn't you clear that with someone first?"
Ortho rolled his eyes, the effect on his little boy face frankly hilarious. "Oh, he'd be so upset you have you over. Deeply so. He wouldn't get a wink of sleep with you there." He leaned in. "Except he would, because you wouldn't do anything to keep him up with me there, would you?"
You wheezed. "You think so little of me, Ortho."
"I like you very much even if what you both get up to is gross."
"Of every boy in this school, Yuu. You picked that one."
Ortho glared down at Grimm. "That is my brother you're talking about."
"Stop it. Can we check back in?"
~*~*~*~
"So we're going to run round and scare the piss out of them?"
Jade nodded. "That is the idea, yes."
"... Can I help?"
"Of course, Yuu." Jade smiled his smile that didn't reach more than a millimetre beneath his eyes. "But we've agreed you can't have any blunt objects. For everyone's safety. And the school's reputation, of course.."
"... Yeah, that's for the best."
~*~*~*~
"Can you guys watch Grimm for the evening?"
"Of course." Mal beamed at you from his seat on the Ramshackle steps. "Where will you be that he doesn't want to be?"
"I don't like the horse."
"You ride horses?" Idia was sitting between Mal's legs as Malleus carefully arranged the bright hair into a high ponytail.
"Epel taught me." You paused for a minute. "Do you?"
"Mother made me learn. I haven't in years."
"Makes sense." He didn't like the outdoors, after all. "Mal, how'd you convince him to let you touch his hair? He only lets me do that in private."
"It will look nicer coming out of his pumpkin helmet if arranged higher." Mal crooked his mouth and dragged his lacquered nails along Idia's scalp, making a soft noise when Idia gasped, shivered and abruptly stood up.
"Nope nope nope nope no more of that-"
"May I at least put the elastic in?" Mal held up a black band. "It's fireproof."
He instead snatched it and ran for the library as fast as he could without cracking the armour. You and Mal watched him leave.
"Hm."
"Mal?"
He was still watching the blue light vanish into the distance. "I think I can see the appeal." His dreamy smile gained a sharp edge. "What a delicious sound."
You snickered. "God, I know, right? You should hear some of the other ones I've got out of him."
"You're both disgusting."
~*~*~*~
You hadn't worked out an actual story for this one, just your ghostly roommates and Grimm telling everyone to leave the statues alone. But some asshole, wearing aviator shades and the ugliest piecemeal hoodie you'd ever seen, mounted a plinth to start taking selfies. And once that started, more got the idea, and joined him, trying to nudge the statue away to make room.
So, that's where you came in, pulling into sight at the end of the drive, in tarnished gilt and rotten splendor, jeweled Death on a pale horse.
Sunglasses looked at you and froze, before snapping another picture.
Fucking pictures. You're so sick of pictures.
You snapped the reins and nudged your heels, and who knew anyone on two legs could move that fast? Though potentially being run down by a warhorse was great motivation to move thine arse, as it were. And, thank god, everyone else booked it out the gate after him.Â
It only took a little maneuvering to lock the gate while still up on a pale horse named Beans, and now? Time to take him to his stable and go the fuck to sleep. Maybe through past tomorrow. Fuck Halloween.
~*~*~*~
You were riding your merry way when a familiar voice called out to you. "You dropped some loot!"
"What did I lose, Idia?" His little speakers mimicking the clang of armour were working overtime as he jogged up beside you. Once he reached you, he held up... a shoe.
"Huh." You looked down, and you had indeed lost a shoe while charging down a bunch of Magicam-obsessed assholes on a warhorse. "Thank you." That's when you gave Idia a level gaze, and stuck you leg out at him.
He swallowed back his noise of shock, and shaking, took your stockinged foot and slid the shoe back into place.Â
"Good boy."
He was turning from shell pink to a deep red that rivaled the roses in Heartslabyul. But that didn't mean he didn't know how to keep playing when emotions were high. Before letting go, he leaned down and kissed the top of your foot.
Now it was your turn to go red; a wonder the painted skull didn't simply melt off of your face.
~*~*~*~
"Shrimpie~"
You took a breath and prepared yourself. Scoopsies was inevitable.
True to form, Floyd had his whole conversation with you in a bridal carry. "We're gonna have the party!~ We chased them all away!~"
"That's..." Honestly, despite all the rage and pain this week had caused, you were rather happy about the news. "Nice."
"Ah - where'd your face go?" He leaned in, and you stopped him from getting too close with a finger pressed to his lips.
"I didn't feel up to wearing everything." Your embroidered gown and painted skull was replaced with a simple back veil and black dress. "I kind of hate this whole holiday right now and I'm ready to kick the next pumpkin I see."
He nodded, kissing your fingertip as he did. "I can help you after. But we need this all for the parade." He brightened. "You should paint up and get on the horse again for it!" He smiled, full of dreamy fondness and not a small amount of hunger. "I heard what you did to the magicam monsters... I wish I could have seen."
"Hey, I heard you didn't do too badly yourself." You leaned in conspiratorially. "Anyone pee themselves?"
He smiled like the sun post-eclipse. "Yup!"
~*~*~*~
Epel had been nice enough to help you kit out Beans in a fancy black harness, so in amongst the crowd of costumed students, you were both equally eye-catching. And hell, pictures weren't so bad right now. People were keeping a distance, murmuring to each other as they aimed their cameras. You thought you were getting a dirty look or two from Vil for stealing his thunder, but he had himself on the prow of a ship! It wasn't comparable.
"So," you said, leaning down a little, "How are you handling this?"
Idia looked up at you, you thought. "The mask makes it easy. They're looking at the costume, not me."
"I'm glad it helps. I wish you'd take it off, but you being comfortable is more important."
"What? You want me to ruin the effect by taking the mask off? Clearly you have no respect for the holiday." His voice had the sweet, bubbling quality that came when he was excited and happy, and it warmed you to hear it.
"Oh, no, of course not. But why would I want to taste a plastic kiss,â you said, reaching a hand down to run the trailing ribbon of his hair through your fingers, âwhen I could taste you instead?"
You had to give him credit, he only faltered for a moment before continuing. "Right now? In front of everyone?"
"I would if you'd let me, right now." You lowered your voice. "And worse."
He stifled a groan and only walked funny for another ten minutes.
~*~*~*~
"I thought you didn't like horses." The stables were in sight, but Idia had turned up, surprising you.
He rolled his eyes, and held his arms out. "Dismount, fair maiden."
What.
"I mean it. Your Pumpkin Knight awaits."
You shook your head, voice soft. "Baby, no."
"I'm trying to be romantic. Like your novels."
"Idia."
He stared back at you, sour-faced. "What."
"I outweigh you by at least sixty pounds."
"I can do this. I carry Ortho around all the time."
"Ortho's chassis is mostly fibreglass and aluminum. I can carry Ortho. I think Grim could carry Ortho."
He took a step forward. "Do you want me to leave you on the horse or not."
"His name is Beans." But, you managed to dismount into Idia's arms, where he stood stock-still and trembling.
"Kkc."
"Babe? Put me down before your back goes out."
His knees gave out first, and he crumpled beneath you as you both yelped.
"You alright?"
"hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
You crawled off his chest and he could actually breathe again.
"Better?"
After a few breaths, he managed a weak smile. "Maybe kiss it better."
Beans beat you to it, snuffling at Idia's face to make sure he wasn't dead.
~*~*~*~
You are not much of a party person. You like them, but the ideal party is a few friends hanging around in the same room, chatting at a reasonable volume and then going home to go the fuck to sleep. This was a little much.
But you know what this party had that you hadn't seen in what felt like years? Cute girls. In cute costumes! You've been flirting your ass off, with decent success; it turns out that the Magicam Live you did with Vil weeks ago had paid off in the form of smiles and fluttered eyelashes as girls crowded around you to hear tales of how fucking obnoxious you could be in this school and get away with it because you had friends in high places.
At least, until you caught something out of the corner of your eye, and you stopped. "Hey, I gotta check on someone - raise your hand if you like boys. Okay, you see -" You stopped and pointed at your poor, unsuspecting target. "With the blue-black hair and the painted spade? That's Deuce, he doesn't know how to talk to girls worth a damn, so give him some slack. But he's a sweetheart, you won't regret it."
"What about the redhead?"
"Ace is a prick but he's delightful. Chat him up too." With that, you went to check on Idia, huddled into a corner after an attempted force-feeding.
"You alright, babe?"
He nodded. "They're too much. But I'm alright now."
You leaned back against a nearby chair, looking him up and down. "You sure you aren't going to eat anything? I don't think anyone's going to care too much if you have your face out."
He remained completely still, and you realized you could hear a faint whirring. "Idia. Have you been using the robot double all evening."
"... I swapped out ten minutes ago."
You made a noise and he flinched. "I was going to swap back in after it calmed down!"
"... No you weren't."
"Okay, no I wasn't. But I was there for a while. I have proof, I brought plates back with me."
"You could have just told me. It's been a hell of a lot for you, I know what you're like."
Idia - well, his robotic avatar - shrugged. "If you're going to lecture me... come by and do it here."
You stopped. "You really want me to yell at you in person?"
"I want you to come by. If you want. You can stay as long as you want... if you want. I have snacks, and movies, and games that even you could play."
You snorted. "Oh, the siren call of a fucking nerd trying so hard to woo his chosen..."
"I changed my mind actually, you can't come."
"Aww."
"... That's a lie." He paused. "You can even take the Yume Twins out."
Those vinyl dolls he never let you touch. You throw your veil back and kissed the stupid plastic pumpkin head. "It's a date."
~*~*~*~
"Yuu?"
You peered at Malleus from around a stack of Tupperware. "Mal?"
"You.. enjoyed it all, despite everything?"
"Despite everything." You hefted the stack towards him. "Would you like to help? I want to grab stuff from the party that'll keep at room temperature."
He absently flicked a finger, sending the dishes swirling around to settle in a stack in midair, before placing a hand on your shoulder. "I have a... request."
"Anything," you said, and you regretted saying it as his breath hitched.
"Would you..." His voice faltered, and instead he simply wrapped you in a tight embrace, leaning down to bury his nose in your hair. You could feel him, chest heaving, scenting your greased hair through tulle, murmuring something against your scalp.
"Malleus."
He stopped, but did not move.
"No spells."
"You would not forgive me if I tried." You could feel his smile against your hair.
"I would not." You pulled back enough to look at him, and nearly froze at his besotted gaze before he schooled it into his more usual face. "Mal, you know you only feel this strong because I'm your first friend, right?"
"Does it matter? It is sincere."
And that makes it so much worse. "You know I don't feel about you like that."
"..." The grief that flickered across his face was enough to shatter a stone heart. "To stand with you and hold you is enough."
And they said fairies can't lie. They could, they were just terrible at it.
"You said you were going to ask for something?"
"... Not anymore. I doubt you would give it."
He vanished into thin air in a swirl of wind, and the Tupperware clattered to the steps, the spell holding them gone.
~*~*~*~
The nice thing about Idia's room is that, being a prefect, he had an attached bathroom to scrub the paint off of your face. It was a monochrome murder in the sink, splatters of grey with the occasional pinprick of red where you'd disturbed the new bumper crop of pimples from painting up as a skull for a week. Thank fuck that was over with. Even if the day proper had been lovely, the events of the week had thoroughly soured you on Halloween.
"You alright?" Idia poked his head in, long since divested of armour.
"Yup. How'd you get that shit off so fast? You got a suiting-up machine hidden somewhere?"
"It's less complicated than you'd think. Cosplay magic."
"That's nice. Unbutton me."
"... wha."
You looked at him via the mirror, meeting his wide eyes and shimmying in place. "Unbutton me. I can't reach them all myself."
"How'd you get that on every day?" He hesitantly walked behind, eyeing the row down your back as though it would burn him at the touch.
"I have roommates, remember?"
"Mmh." He finally undid the first three, before flicking his gaze back to yours in the mirror. "A... Are you sure?"
"I wouldn't ask, otherwise." You kept looking, as he took a breath and resumed. "Idia."
He paused.
"Keep going, I'm just going to chat at you for a bit." Two more. "You know I..." How to phrase this. "I don't intend to stay mint on card forever, you know. You can take me out and play."
He twitched, but kept going. "Maybe I don't want to damage you. There's only one of you, after all."
"I'm not so breakable." You had one side of you face completely clear, the other still smeared grey in the creases. "Would you rather stay mint condition, yourself?"
"..." He took a moment to gather himself, staring at the exposed skin of your back. "Maybe I want to... admire a bit. Get to know my- your- Uh."
You waited with a soft smile, until he found the words. "No one said you have to play straight away when you take something out of the package. Right?" He placed an experimental hand on the expanse of flesh between bra band and waistband, and did not draw away.
"Right."
"... Maybe I just want to hold you a bit before we play."
What a sweet boy you had. "Take all the time you need to. Even if we never play like that, I like you. Spending time with you is what I want."
You could see the motes of pink flickering through his hair. "Can I hold you now?"
"Of course."
He slid his hands under your dress, around your waist - then grabbed your soft, flabby tummy in both hands and squeezed. "Soft~"
You squealed with laughter. "What are you doing?"
"It's bare skin that's neutral territory," he huffed, before hugging your back to him and resting his chin on your shoulder. "And it's warm, too."
"Not so much as you. Keep me warm, will you? It's getting so damned cold at night."
He buried his face in your hair. "I can do that."
~*~*~*~
You woke to someone banging at the door.
"Son of a bitch." You managed to free yourself from Idia's sleeping grasp and make it to the door as a familiar voice started up. "Shroud, your tin can brother's already helping with clean-up, if you skip out because of a stupid game I will-"
You opened the door and looked levelly into Vil's face, which twisted in surprise. He gave you a once over (unshaved legs, mussed hair, boxer briefs from the men's section and a blue-black striped shirt that was clearly not yours) and then peeked over your shoulder at Idia (dead asleep, smiling faintly, possibly naked under the blankets). He kept looking between the two of you with increasing disbelief and horror, until he stepped back, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Good for you."
"Thanks." Your face still hadn't changed.
"It's twelve thirty. If you're not both out helping clean up by three, I'm telling everyone."
"That's not much of a threat."
"Maybe to you. Shroud!"
Idia shuddered awake, bleariness washed away by terror as he saw Vil in the door and covered himself in the blankets.
"Be out helping cleanup by three or I'm telling everyone exactly why you're late."Â With that, he stalked off and you shut the door, mirroring his nose pinch.
"Dramatic bastard, ain't he? Even when he's being nice."
"How is that nice?" He only stopped shivering when you sat back down on the bed.
"Two and a half hours, Idia."
He blinked at you.
"How much can we do in two and a half hours?"
Realization dawned, and he started snickering as he dragged you in close.
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RWBY Volume 6
So, I pretty much binge-watched this one in a few days because I really needed to know how things go on after Volume 5 and it was just so good! Lots of messy thoughts to come!
[There will be spoilers for RWBY up to Volume 6 in this post (duh). Please donât leave any spoilers for anything after Volume 6 on this post, or I will block you.]
Thoughts under the cut because this ended up getting a little long.
- The character short for Adam was really cool! It was cool to see how the White Fang began, to see Sienna, Ghira, Ilia and Adam in action, to see the irony of Sienna being a mentor to Adam and encouraging his ways when you know heâll end up killing her, and to see a glimpse into Adam and Blakeâs past relationship (and how the stuff he said to her was textbook emotional abuse). However, I do have one criticism, and itâs something that really bothers me: Thereâs a continuity mistake with Iliaâs age. Letâs think about this: Ilia was always implied to be the same age (or around the same age) as Blake. In the part of this short where Ghira was still leader of the White Fang, Ilia appears and doesnât look younger than in canon. But we know Ghira stepped down at least a few years ago. If Blake is meant to be a teenager in volume 1⌠thereâs just no way Ilia could have been there and already been an adult. Sheâs supposed to have still been a kid when Ghira was leader, unless sheâs at least a few years older than Blake â which I donât think sheâs meant to be? Yeah sorry, this kind of stuff just bothers me. I get that timelines can be hard to keep track off, but that was a really obvious mistake and it ruins my immersion a bit.
- I loved the whole opening fight on the train and just seeing team RWBY fighting together again.
- Iâve got to say, I do feel bad for Weiss: After everything she went through to leave Atlas, she now suddenly has to go back there. I mean, that must suck.
- Iâm a bit sad they just but Ilia on a bus, but I get that her main conflict is pretty much over and they had to go back to focusing on the main charactersâ quest. I still wish weâd have at least gotten a scene of her interacting with the other members of team RWBY, though.
- I really liked Ilia and Blakeâs goodbye at the train station, though. (And the whole âwrong treeâ moment with Neptune really made me laugh đ)
- Also just wanted to say I love Iliaâs new outfit (and the fact that she has spots on her belly â this is really important information, okay?)
- Thereâs a certain irony in the Faunus becoming more accepted because they STOPPED Adamâs attack on Haven.
- I think Jinn and the whole concept of how asking her questions works is super cool.
- I totally get why everyoneâs pissed at Ozpin both before, during and after Jinn revealed his and Salemâs backstory. He has been hiding an awful lot from everyone, even after promising not to anymore, and he actively tried to stop the team from finding out the truth. Plus, the whole fact that he doesnât have a plan for defeating Salem and is potentially risking everyoneâs lives for nothing. (That said, can they not take it out on poor Oscar, please? None of this is his fault.)
- Oscar fighting Ozpin from within and telling them how to summon Jinn was a really badass scene. And I feel super bad for Oscar overall. Not only is he kind of at war with someone who lives in his brain now, but he also just found out that heâll eventually only become a part of Ozma. And on top of that, people are punching and blaming him for stuff thatâs not his fault. Thatâs super harsh.
- Iâm kind of glad Cinderâs alive, because as I said, I was hoping theyâd develop her more and make her a more interesting villain⌠but I donât feel like this volume did that. Right now, sheâs still pretty superficial, unfortunately.
- And now, time to get into one of the highlights of this volume for me: Salemâs backstory! Because holy shit, that was one hell of a backstory! When I said back in my post about volume 5 that I hope Cinderâs alive because I would like to see them make her a more interesting villain, I didnât expect them to do just that, but for Salem. I love villains that are interesting, but I didnât expect Salem, the literal big bad of the show, to be the interesting one here! I am pleasantly surprised by this, though! (And just to be clear, because some people love to misunderstand this: When I say âinterestingâ, I donât mean âShe has a sad backstory, this excuses everything sheâs doingâ, I mean âShe has a sad backstory, this makes her more compelling as a villainâ.)
- So, about that backstory: Do we all agree that the gods are major jerks, or what? I mean, initially not bringing Ozma back to life was fair, death is a part of life, they canât upset the balance, I get that â but making him repeatedly disintegrate in Salemâs arms after she just thought sheâd gotten him back? And then making her immortal just to make sure she couldnât be with him? And then killing ALL of humanity just because of the actions of a few? But still not letting Salem die? And then bringing Ozma back after all (because now it suddenly doesnât âdisrupt the balanceâ or what?) and kind of tricking him into that whole relics task because he wanted to be with Salem? The god are jerks, I rest my case - and Iâm not sure if bringing them back is a good idea.
- Also⌠I get that sheâs like⌠evil and all⌠but am I the only one who thought Salem got way sexier after jumping into the pools of grimm? Is that just me? Because damn⌠Iâm kinda into that version of her. (Come on, sheâs a sexy goth witch and Iâm a simple lesbian, what do you expect?)
- So yeah⌠in an unexpected turn of events, Salem might be one of my favourite characters now? Oops? (*insert obligatory âthis does not mean I condone her actions in any wayâ disclaimer here*)
- I feel super bad for Salem and Ozmaâs kids, though. I hate kids getting hurt in media in general. (I imagine the grief over them stayed with Ozma forever. And I like the theory that he gave the original four maidens their powers because they reminded him of his daughters. In general, I donât consider him to be the bad guy in this backstory at any point. His only mistake is not being honest with the people who are helping and protecting him in the present.)
- I am now convinced that this entire show has to end with Salem and Ozma dying. Thatâs the only way all of this can end. Salem will have to either be killed somehow or learn the lesson the gods tried to teach her and die. Ozma will have to fulfill his task and die as well â either through Oscar dying with him (đ˘), through only Ozma dying but Oscar getting to live without him, or through the reincarnation cycle ending and Ozma/Ozpin recognizing that Oscar is going to be his last life. Something like that would be my prediction.
- Speaking of interesting villains: This volume also did a great job with Emerald and Mercury! With those two, Iâm actually hoping for a redemption now. (And Hazel is a great guy as well. The fact that he was willing to take the blame for their failure at Haven to protect Emerald and Mercury is something I really respect.)
- I also I want to say I find Tyrion super entertaining.
- It was great to see Neo again! (Iâve gotten so used to Chibi!Neo it was almost weird to see regular Neo again.) Her fight with Cinder was EPIC.
- (I basically feel like this volume did a great job on all villains except for Cinder. But hey, maybe thatâll still happen.)
- This was an interesting volume for Qrow. On the one hand, I get why hearing Ozâs backstory drove him into a sort-of depression and made his drinking habit worse and I feel bad for him, but from the point-of-view of Ruby and the others, it must have also been super frustrating that the one proper adult in the group couldnât keep it together and everyone else had to keep doing the hard work.
- Maria is a super cool and epic character! I really hope she sticks around with the team for Volume 7 because sheâs amazing and I love her. She was super badass in her backstory (that moment where she lost her eyes was painful just to watch), I love the fact that she was Qrowâs hero growing up (and that he based his weapon on hers!), that we finally met another character who has (well, had) silver eyes, and that sheâs that funny, cranky, but also wise old lady now who mentors Ruby and is just super funny all around. Good stuff, I hope we see more of her!
- The Apathy are the creepiest grim yet. The whole concept of them draining you of your will to live without you even noticing is just SO scary â I love it, but Iâm also low-key terrified. The crewâs trip to that farm estate could have easily gone very wrong. Pretty much nothing but Rubyâs silver eyes even worked on them. I like how those episodes set the whole thing up â Team RWBY having emotional conversations while they were in the house, everyone having doubts (which makes sense at that point in the story, so you donât really question it at first), and then the sneaking realization of whatâs going on. Also, the guy who sealed in those Apathy grim in in the first place was just so dumb. How could you think that was a good idea? Good job getting everyone killed, dude.
- Iâm glad this volume gave us more on Rubyâs silver eyes! I like that she finally got to use them before the season finale (though I loved that joke on RWBY Chibi), and I also like that she first used them to protect Blake. (I donât ship them as much as Bumbleby, but I feel like Ruby and Blakeâs ship/friendship is super underrated.) It was also nice to learn more about how the Silver eyes work in general and how they came to be. (If they came from the god of light, Iâm assuming all the people with silver eyes are the descendants of Ozmaâs past lives? TV Tropes kind of helped me out here: Apparently if you freeze the picture where you see one of his past lives with his kids, you can see the kids have silver eyes.) People with silver eyes being hunted also comes as no surprise to me, thatâs kind of what I was assuming already. (Which raises the question: Just how did Summer Rose die?) Also, interesting fact that they only work on the Grimm...
- That moment where they reunite with JNR in Argus was really sweet. I also loved the design of Argus as a whole.
- I LOVE Saphron, Terra, and their son!!! I love that we got to meet one of Jauneâs sisters, I love that we got some more LGBT+ representation, and their baby is adorable!! (I loved that scene of everyone cooing over the baby. Also, that moment where Ruby realized Jaune and Saphron were siblings. Also, that moment where the baby helped them distract the guards by crying.) Basically, I just love the Cotta-Arcs. (Also, I just want to say that Saphron is super pretty.)
- Cordovin and her two goons are hilarious. I mean, I also hate them because theyâre overly patriotic Atlas-people and Cordovin was racist to Blake â but theyâre also super freaking hilarious. Every little line of Maria and Cordovinâs beef with each other had my dying with laughter 𤣠(mainly it was Mariaâs lines that had me dying with laughter).
- That whole scene with the statue of Pyrrha was such a tearjerker đ˘. First the leaf, then the sad music, then Jaune talking to that red-haired lady (Iâm guessing sheâs either Pyrrhaâs mom or sister?), and then Ren and Nora joining and giving Jaune a pep-talk đ đ. I think this was a really important moment for Jaune, not just to get closure, but also to stop blaming himself and putting himself down. Iâm glad Ren and Nora told him they donât want to lose him too, and that the red-haired lady said sheâs âglad Pyrrha was surrounded by such amazing peopleâ. Gosh, now Iâm tearing up again writing this đ. I miss Pyrrha đ đ.
- I love Oscarâs new outfit. It was time for him to finally drop the farm boy look.
- I love how Jaune is so down for crime that his plan is just âThey only let Atlas airships though, so we steal an Atlas airship.â I mean, makes sense.
- I think their whole plan to steal the airship was super cool and although I get why things canât be that easy in shows like this (and I love that we got the showdown with Adam), I still kind of wish it had worked just because it was a really cool plan and everyone had their part to play in it. Heck, even the baby got to help (and it was awesome)! But yeah, Adam just had to ruin everything, nothing new there.
- So, about Adam: First of all, heâs a major creep for victim-blaming Blake (again) and stalking her. I like how creepy his behaviour is from a story-telling perspective (and from an angst-loving âI like seeing my faves sufferâ perspective), but his story was getting a little old, so Iâm not too sad they killed him off now. It was a good point in the story to do it. (That said, holy shit is he a creep! âI wouldnât have to be doing this if you just behavedâ? Wow. I get that heâs meant to be abusive and controlling; thatâs the point of his character (and like I said, Iâm here for the angst), but⌠yikes, poor Blake.)
- And then we had Blake and Yangâs rematch with Adam. EPIC STUFF. First of all, I like that Blake was able to hold her own against him for a bit (and same for Yang later). I also love the whole dramatic setting by the waterfall and the fact that Blake lost her coat (this is important, okay? it symbolizes vulnerability â and also it just looks cool), the scar on Blakeâs belly (from their fight at Beacon, right?), the face reveal of Adam â I just love how all of this was set up in such an epic, dramatic way. But the most epic moment, at least from the start of the fight, has got to be Yang just jumping down there with her motorcycle hitting Adam and that amazing music. Iâve said before that Yang is just too cool for words and I will stand by that. The fight itself was epic too, though I was so stressed the whole time I couldnât completely pay attention. Blake and Yang fighting Adam together was definitely the best part, though. And I loved the irony of Yangâs metal arm saving her. In general, I like that Yang and Blake got to fight and defeat (and kill) Adam together because heâs been a demon for both of them, and I like that they clarified theyâre doing it as equal partners. âWeâre protecting each otherâ was a nice callback to earlier when Blake tried to reassure Yang sheâd protect her, and to even earlier when Yang was protecting Blake at Beacon.
- Letâs talk about my other highlight of the volume: Bumbleby! Because sorry not sorry, thereâs no way you can deny their romantic subtext anymore at this point. Early in the volume, thereâs the conflict of things being weird between them, and Blake not knowing how to deal with her guilt and thinking she needs to protect Yang (and do stuff like getting her bag down for her) â while Yang feels insulted by this and thinks that Blake sees her as being incapable of doing anything now that she lost an arm. Then, when Blake first leaves to disable the comms, they give each other those really sweet, loving looks. And of course, it all leads up to them confronting their nightmare together, holding hands, and declaring that theyâre protecting each other. Add Adamâs jealousy to that (He was making comparisons between himself and Yang and asking âWhat does she even see in you?â â thatâs not a sentence you just say to your exâs friend) and youâd have to be willfully ignorant to not see the subtext. And those soft moments after the fight just killed me: Blake breaking down crying, Yang immediately running to hug and comfort her, Blakeâs promise not to leave, Yang reassuring her and wiping away her tears â I LOVE hurt/comfort stuff and Iâm so soft for these two! They love each other so much!
(Pretty much the only downside of all this is that a few major parts were spoiled for me in advance. Look, itâs pretty impossible to follow lots of blogs that post wlw ships and not see that picture of Bumbleby holding hands, or the one of them hugging (or the one of them killing Adam) at some point. So yeah⌠Iâd seen all three of those pictures before and knew this would happen. But it was still really nice to see it all come together and see how we got there!)
- The fight against Cordovin and her giant mecha was also pretty cool! It reminded me a bit of the Legend of Korra finale. Ruby going inside the arm canon was an especially epic moment. And I also liked that small moment when they were flying on the Queen Lancer and Ruby had her arms around Weissâ waist (a bit of White Rose, yay!).
- I like that moment when the Grimm attack and the team first realizes they just destroyed the only thing capable of stopping them â but to be honest, that was mostly Cordovinâs fault. She brought out that mecha for something it wasnât meant for and started the fight that attracted the Grimm in the first place. Also, how exactly did she think the people of Atlas would take it if she had actually hurt Weiss? So yeah, most of that mess was on her, tbh. Iâm glad she at least came though to help in the end, though.
- Back to Bumbleby: Honestly, the strongest romantic undertones werenât even in the fight with Adam or directly afterwards for me, but in the last episode when theyâre all on the ship together. So, Blake is blaming herself for the plan going wrong, and Yang has an arm around, her, still half holding her and reassuring her. And then â and this one really gets me â Ruby hugs Blake and gives Yang that knowing look over her shoulder while Yang suddenly looks away shyly. Theyâre communicating without words and Ruby totally knows whatâs up. Sheâs basically saying âSo you and Blake, huh?â and suddenly Yang â YANG â is feeling shy. This isnât subtle. And then later Bumbleby hold hands again and look at each other like that⌠theyâre in love, I donât make the rules.
- And finally, we of course have Rubyâs epic silver-eyed moment in the finale, which was AMAZING. I loved all the flashbacks and how theyâre drawn pictures and not just stills from the episodes, I love how the memories of her friends motivate her, I love how much of Penny there was in there (bit of Nuts and Dolts, yay!), I loved seeing adorable little!Yang, and of course the first look at Summer Rose! (I still want a Team STRQ backstory episode at some point.) Also, the music during that scene was so good!
Gosh, now Iâve talked for way too long again, but there was just so much to say about this volume! Long story short: Loved it, canât wait to continue! (I know exactly 1 major spoiler for volume 7 because it was unavoidable on social media, but thatâs it. And itâs a spoiler I really didnât mind knowing, soâŚ)
#RWBY#RWBY Volume 6#RWBY Vol 6#RWBY v6#RWBY v6 spoilers#Ruby Rose#Weiss Schnee#Blake Belladonna#Yang Xiao Long#Bumbleby#Adam Taurus#Ilia Amitola#Ghira Belladonna#Sienna Khan#Oscar Pine#Professor Ozpin#Ozma#Salem#Maria Calavera#Jinn#Emerald#Mercury#Hazel#Tyrion#Neo#Cinder#Phyrra Nikos#Jaune Arc#Lie Ren#Nora Valkyrie
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RWBY Volume 7 Review
Two weeks out from Volume 8 and I finally cared enough to write this. Go team I guess.Â
Part of it came down to my feelings on Volume 7. Itâs a complicated season thatâs made me realize a lot of my overall feelings on RWBY as a series, particularly a lot of the less flattering feelings. Volume 7 is just... frustrating in general, as for all the good that it does have, and it does have a lot of great elements to it, itâs let down by a frustrating script and writing choices that feel distinctly amateurish, especially as the series moves on and gets better and better looking each year. Thereâs elements and kernals here of great character writing, season-wide arcs that land in a really good way and get me emotionally invested in the characters. But on the other... Ren only has two hundred words the entire season and you can tell!Â
Volume 7 is a season of dizzying highs, some of the best moments of the entire franchise... and some of the series lows. Itâs a season where thereâs no production reason for its shortcomings... it just comes down to an awkward script that focuses on the wrong elements far too often. Letâs talk about that. In a very long and drawn out manner.
Thanks to @jamesbranwenâ, @h-e-m-o-goblinâ and @retro-riffraffâ for help with GIFs and consultation on this review.
1) The Good Stuff!
A) Atlas is very pretty!
I cannot stress enough how on a set level, Volume 7 is leaps and bounds above the other seasons in sheer environmental detail and setting dressing. Mantle has a great atmosphere with its New York influences, the smog covered backgrounds and oppressive streets and alleys. Ironwoodâs office which is deliberately designed to evoke astronomy themes to represent Jamesâ love for the stars. The cold oppressive atmosphere of the Schnee Manor and how Jacques has begun warping it to glorify him with only lip service paid to Nicholas in public. Penguins!Â
Thereâs a lot of great set design work that went into this season and the crew deserve props for it. Genuinely.Â
B) Ironwoodâs arc is the best character arc in the entire franchise
Yeah just wearing my heart on my sleeve there, I fucking love Ironwood and his character arc here in Volume 7 is the best written arc of the show. I simp for the tin man who just wants to do the right thing. This one season of content is better than a lot of the series-wide material being honest. I went back to Jamesâs big volumes in the last month to rewatch the show and itâs interesting to see the early seeds in retrospect for where his arc goes. His need to protect everyone he can and the brutish measures he considers necessary for such an act, his conflicting loyalties towards Ozpin that manifest in both frustration at Ozâs seeming apathy to the growing conflict, but also desperate desire for validation from Ozpin that whatâs he doing is the right call. After the Mistral seasons set up James as going off the deep end following Volume 3, having him open the season with an earnest smile, an immediate apology for the teamâs arrest and trusting them with his plans for Amity and Salem is a jarring but pleasant surprise. Heâs not been slacking off, heâs been trying to keep the world together in the way he thinks is best. He lets his guard down around the heroes and we see the good man underneath, which makes the moments where he raises his walls hurt all the more. While Em and Merc are still probably my favorite characters period, James is absolutely my favorite character in Volume 7 and Top 5 favorite characters series-wide. Iâm very eager to see where he goes from here. He also rocks the beard and fixed his T-Rex arms so James came out of the washing machine that is Volume 7â˛s costume design. He truly is the Best Boi, and I cannot give Jason Rose enough credit for his performance this year. He hit every note of Ironwoodâs character perfectly and I wish the fandom would give him more credit for giving James as much life as he does.
Oh, and as the obligatory comment on mlm rep that I am known for getting obsessively weird anon hate over: IronQrow hug nearly had me crying on a convention floor from how goddamn soft it was. Remember conventions? Ah good times.
This just... hits me... ya know? Seeing him lower his guard so much to come in for a hug just shows how isolated heâs let himself become to let himself have this moment of contact... Godamnit James. Also this is the second time after Martial Arcs that two guys hug and I really liked their ship for the following hiatus.Â
C) Soft Qrow hours are nice
Qrowâs a good guy, he went through a lot of bad stuff in Volume 6 but now heâs on the other side and purged his voice of the demon within. I think Volume 7 was a very good year for Qrow overall. It was great to see him interacting with more characters his age and lowering his own guard. His moments of letting the facade drop around James and Clover especially are great expansion for his character. Jason Liebritch hit the ground running as Qrow and gave him a far more dynamic range than I think Vic could. While I wish Qrow going off alcohol had been given more of a focus as itâs kind of done off-handedly that heâs gone cold turkey and otherwise doesnât get brought up barring his revulsion at the wine in the Schnee Manor, he overall had a great year. And trust me Iâll get to the fights later, I have a lot more I can say about the bird boi there.Â
D) I liked the Ace Ops!Â
I was ambivilent towards the Ace Ops on first watching. Theyâre kinda underdeveloped in the context of the season at large and most people immediately pegged them as a miniboss squad/fodder for Salem to kill. But in rewatch they do still get to shine, if not as brightly. Theyâre very enjoyable. Clover especially is just really fun in retrospect, I love cocky fighters in general, and he was infectiously enjoyable (Iâve already covered the FG stuff in the past, not doing it again). Marrow came a close second because... well itâs Marrow, he is The Best Boi. Harriet got points for being a punchgirl which is always cool, I liked how her Semblance was shown and being cocky while being able to back it up is always a win. Elm and Vine are tied for dead last, I like the body diversity Elm introduces with her muscles and Vine... existed... but overall I think with the time they had, they did get to establish themselves well. I wish I could say that about their relationship with Team RWBYORNJ but this is the Nice Section so weâll leave it there for now.
This is one of the best shots of the entire season. I adore it. God I like the Teryx design.
E) God the villains rocked this year!Â
I am a villain whore. I own that. I will embrace that monkier. But when theyâre as cool as this, I feel validated in this Chilliâs tonight. Watts and Tyrian really make the season shine and donât have a dud scene all season. They have great chemistry together, shining bright in even the weakest or most mediocre episodes. Watts went from âOh yeah you existâ tier to âOh yeah you ruleâ tier. His vendetta against Ironwood feels so real and pre-established, even though this season is the first time itâs ever come up. Watts just ozzes style in everything he does. The animators bring him to life and make every step, every flick of his twist and even just how he moves his eyes all bleed contempt. Heâs such a rat and I love him! Chris Sabat finally gets to stretch his wings after a few years playing Watts as just Evil Scientist Guy, and he makes the most of it.Â
And Tyrian remains an absolute treat. He didnât get much in V6 but here he takes center stage with Watts and also gets so much impact because of it. All the little twitches, and tilting of his heads, and dramatic gestures, heâs still just so goddamn cool to watch and we even get a little backstory of him. I know heâs irredeemable. But I just want to watch Tyrian kill people and scream. Like hot damn his line âTHE GRIMM SHOULD HAVE DESTROYED OUR ENEMIES, NOT MADE THEM FRIENDS!â is so fucking raw. Heâs having fun destablizing a nation with his boyfriend!Â
âYou want more chaos than a Grimm invasion?â âIf anyone on Remannt can do it, wouldnât it be you?â There is no heterosexual explanation for how these two look at each other and yes this is me outing myself as a Nuts and Volts fan.
Watts and Tyrian really do become the absolute highlights of the season alongside James. They have a great dynamic and even during their more slower moments thereâs so much care and thought put into their every mannerism. Animators, seriously, great job, I love what you did. And their fights... weâll get there. But theyâre so goddamn good.Â
Look they even run the same! Theyâre soulmates!Â
Honorary mention to Salem by the way. Sheâs only in two scenes but her presence is felt throughout Ironwoodâs arc and his growing fear of her and she damn well delivers when she shows up. That shot of her arriving in person is a killer shot to end on as well.
Oh and I guess Cinder and Neo exist donât they? Eh, weâll come back to them.Â
F) Oscar got a character arc!
Finally! He did it! He got an arc that began, continued and ended all onscreen! It only took four tries!Â
But yeah Oscar had a really good set of scenes in Volume 7. I like him being the first to confront Ruby on the Ironwood lie, bringing up the hypocrisy after their condemning of Ozpin just last season. I like him having a more forward role (outside of not getting to be part of the celebration in episode 4 what the hell guys), and that heâs the big link between RWBY and Ironwood was a great call. Having Ozpin shelved for one more season so Oscar can take center-stage was an inspired choice. I love his dynamic with Ironwood, and how James closing himself off emotionally gets reflected in how he begins slipping in how he refers to Oscar, starting off as treating him and Oz as separate, ending with him gunning Oscar down as he doesnât care anymore to differentiate the two.
My big issues with Oscarâs arc are that Iâm first of all annoyed at the lack of followup on the Oscar stuff from V6, Iâm still waiting for Qrow to apologize for punching Oscar guys! I also really wish Neoâs first attack wasnât offscreen. CRWBYâs cliffhanger fetish meant I got to break out the Offscreen Pine jokes again. And of course, the Neo hallway punch was a bit bullshit.
G) (Most of) The fights are amazing
Thereâs no punchline. These fights are great, two of them are in my Top 10 Series Wide fights list and at least the duds arenât Volume 5 bad.
If youâd told me before Volume 7 that Watts would get an extended firefight with James, Iâd have felt that a bit cheap as Watts to me doesnât feel like a fighter, more a planner who hides behind armies of mechanical soldiers. But damn if they didnât sell me on Watts âYouâve yeed your last hawâ Watts whipping out a Glock just to spite James.Â
This is another one of my favorite shots in the entire series.
Ironwood vs Watts is potentially my favorite fight in the entire series, and if itâs not, itâs easy Top 3 alongside Yang vs Mercury and Pyrrha vs CRDL/Mercury. It makes great use of Amity in the abandoned gravity biome meant for SSSN vs JNPR, with Ironwood and Watts deftly moving around in a manner that very easily could have been difficult to track with the constantly shifting gravity, but the crew do their best to keep it coherent as to whoâs where. The credits showed their dedication also stretched into visual continuity, as James and Arthurâs route throughout the Arena was carefully considered so theyâd loop around organically.Â
This is what I mean when I say the crew went above and beyond to keep things clean.
Ironwood vs Watts could have easily failed to impress, given its lack of choreography on the level the series usually does, but the teamâs efforts went instead into showing a situation that lets Watts get a dragged out battle: James wins whenever he closes the distance here, so Arthurâs constantly on the run and being forced to tamper with the arena. Great camerawork, a GOD TIER song from Caleb Hyles that Iâm still listening to today, and two characters with a fantastic history coming to blows makes for easily the best fight of the season and a series-wide highlight. Watching it develop from storyboards, to mocap, to animations and the full version is a delight to see. This is what CRWBY can do when everything comes togehter. The orchestraâs all tuned. Itâs a goddamn symphony.
THIS is my favorite shot of the season.
Tyrian also gets to shine with his two battles this year. His alley fight with Qrow, Robyn and Clover is short but sweet, the corvid and the scorpion especially trading brutal blows in the cramped space. Qrow goes full Devil May Cry with his style-switching here, Harbinger being swapped between sword, tonfa and gun forms freely alongside Qrow applying The Power of Punching. His 1v1v1 with Clover and Qrow though is the true highlight of the season in terms of choreography. Itâs lighting-fast, and has some impeccable shot work. Qrow gets to use his scythe with deliberate nods to the Red Trailer, Clover gets to shut up everyone who doubted his weapon, and Tyrian is just along for the ride and he makes the most of it. Itâs frentic, itâs heart-pounding, itâs everything a fight should be.Â
Honorary mentions as well go to Ace Ops vs the Geist, which is just really fun and has a great backing music choice, the opening battle with Sabre having Rubyâs obligatory ten seconds of fighting that come at the start of every new era of the series, and the Ace Ops vs RWBY fight which has some good choreo in places.
H) Winter and Penny have good chemistry
I donât have a ton to add here, I just like their dynamic and how they advance each otherâs arcs. Itâs nice writing. I also like Winter apologizing to Penny when sheâs angry at Jacques and takes it out on Penny by accident with the âYou wouldnât understandâ line.
Penny as a Maiden is a nice idea, I think her new design is cute. Penny says trans rights.
Those are a lot of my favorite things about Volume 7. Itâs a killer season when itâs firing on all cylinders but unfortunately... it often misfires in frustrating ways, many of which are unfortunately due to core emblematic problems with the series that wonât go away.
2) The Bad Stuff
A) The costumes
Itâs been a over year. Itâs low hanging fruit. I donât care. Most of them are still not good and theyâre ludicrously over-designed.
Blakeâs in a fetish suit and I wonder how she even goes to the bathroom. Weiss just looks like an abino Sabre alt, Yang is what a Halloween costume site would describe as âSexy UPS Driver,â (why does she have a thigh window) Ruby... looks fine, itâs one of her better costumes. Jauneâs hair is silly, Renâs model has lost some muscle definition and he looks like an e-boy, Noraâs costume really doesnât fit the Atlas visual design and looks like a rejected Kingdom Hearts costume. Cinderâs is too black and I actually canât track her in darker scenes because of it (which is kinda bad during... a fight scene... where I need to know where she is...), Neo looks like a Ren Fair cosplayer doing a bit for her OnlyFans, Winterâs is anatomically weird with super skinny arms and legs, and Blakeâs hair is a fucking hate crime.Â
Qrowâs is one I liked at first but in retrospect it does feel like a downgrade. To quote @h-e-m-o-goblinâ from a Discord chat:
in a show like rwby, where color is such a vital defining aspect of every character, a cohesive colorscheme goes a long way. qrow's original outfit works great in this regard. neutral tones. greys, whites, and blacks, with red accents that pop against the otherwise sparse color. it's good! it's distinctive! it doesn't feel cluttered and it doesn't look like a clown vomited on him! the subdued colors really lend themselves to the grey, cynical energy qrow seems to carry with him. a literal lack of color in his life. the outfit itself feels like something he would wear; a combination of "clearly trying to look cool" and "a little disheveled and laid back." the design breathes, it isn't cluttered. let's contrast this with his vol 7 outfit. a lot of outfits in vol 7 suffer from this problem, but first and foremost it doesn't look like something he would wear. where his old outfit had a casual feel to it, his new look feels like someone dressed him up for a family christmas dinner. it's too... tidy. now of course you could argue this is him "cleaning up his life," but i dont feel like you have to sacrifice his own personal style in order to convey that. if that's really what they were going for, they easily could have just, oh i dont know, given him a cape that isn't tattered???
remember how i said qrow's original outfit really made his colors pop? how less is more when it comes to having a character with a specific color theme? vol 7 butchered that. we suddenly have articles of clothes that are tinted with greenish blue tones, browns, and with gold trim? on TOP of the old colors he already had in his design. it's muddy. it's ugly. the burgundy vest is fine, if they wanted to work more color into his outfit they should have done it that way throughout, shades of grey and different tones of RED. his COLOR. it just feels like they tacked so much on there without a second thought and i really think he deserves better. its just. such a mess.
The ones I did like were Wattsâ new coat (I like the puffy hood), Pennyâs is fine, the Ace Ops look great, Ironwoodâs new outfit is stellar (those last six are great examples of how to do a lot with just primary colors of white and red), Neonâs Jolyne cosplay is cute and Flynt is slick. Otherwise, Volume 7 feels like itâs taken a lot of the wrong lessons from the costume design of the earlier seasons. Less is often more but now it feels like they have a pathological aversion to empty space on the costumes, leading them to feel like... costume vomit for lack of a better word. I didnât love the Mistral outfits, but their modifications at least were carried by how many of them called back to the Fall of Beacon and emphasized the themes of loss in Volume 4. The new Atlas outfits... donât have that shared theme. It feels like a hodgepodge of different design influences without trying to find a way to unify them. Itâs like putting Baki the Grappler beside My Little Pony, they just fail to mesh.
Also for fuckâs sake already CRWBY just give the girls muscles already.
2) JNR suck and Renâs arc is glorified character assassination
I donât love JNR. Theyâre fine, but the show has arguably not needed them for a while and while Iâve liked them all at different points, itâs never been adoration outside of Ren in Volume 4. I was cool with the idea of them staying in Argus to help cover Mistral after its Huntsmen were wiped out, and Volume 7 has... made me wish they did that.
Jaune is just comic relief, and it kinda blows for later reasons but the big one is that heâs just not very funny. His big role in Volume 7 is basically to crosswalk some kids so we can have a joke scene during the Mantle Battle where Jaune uses his tactical genius to teach people to walk in single file. I feel like at this point Miles is just actively trying to kill Jauneâs fandom out of spite for how badly Jaundice was received. Heâs never allowed to be cool or try and redeem himself. His hatedom arenât going to stop hating Jaune because he gets more comedy guys. Theyâre going to stop when you write Jaune well. Itâs a bummer he got some genuinely great upgrades for his sword and shield and never gets to use them outside of the opening.Â
Nora exists. She got a surprising amount of focus this season in that she got focus of any kind. I liked her confronting Ironwood over his choking of Mantle because we know she was once the kind of person Ironwood would have been stifling. I like her being the one to realize the loophole in Jinnâs âYou canâtâ line. I donât like much else about Nora this year, or at least the Nora the writing team are pushing. Sheâs not funny like Jaune but Nora just absorbs so much screentime in the first half with her constant shrieking. Sam Ireland has good range but making Nora into Discount Harley Quinn is pushing her out of it. She sounds shrill, making Nora sound like she has no heart outside of the election rally. A shrill voice is one thing. A shrill voice that never lands a single joke? Yeah that character is tainted by association.Â
And Ren... oh God Ren what happened to you.
The Volume 7 commentary confirmed a suspicion of mine that Renâs arc was heavily cut down from what was planned. Even watching V7 I could tell his arc was bare-bones at best, and itâs downright character assassination in places. Why is he suddenly so cold to Nora? Why is he now so obsessed with training? Why does he side with Ironwood for all of... one line which is this last between episodes 7 and 11. Ren only has two hundred words of dialoge in Volume 7 and they feel so weird in places. Ren goes from seemingly disliking Nora, to kissing her, to never referencing the kiss, to partaking in the Worst Scene Of The Season, all with no consistency. Itâs not even threadbare. Renâs arc just has no connecting tissue for so much of it! Itâs insane how badly Ren was hurt by this, and I shudder to wonder how bad his Volume 8 arc will be because you know that was one of the first plotlines they cut down on when they inevitably overreached again.Â
I donât know how they made Renora kissing feel unearned? But by God they found a way with how much of a trainwreck Renâs writing is in regards to tainting this.Â
If Ironwood is an example of RWBY doing character writing well, Ren is the mirror image of how badly they can do. JNR really suffered from Volume 7 (also fun fact, Ren has about 200 words of dialogue? Ironwood has 4400). Maybe not to the level of irredeemable dislike? But very close to being on the same tier as Cinder of âJust go away already.â  Iâm not looking forward to their content in Volume 8.Â
3) RWBY themselves are poorly handled in Volume 7
Itâs unfortunate that the actual title characters of the series are also some of this seasonâs weaker links. RWBY feel... superfluous to this season in a way theyâve never felt before. Itâs baffling how much of the season doesnât change if you just donât include them, and apparently Volume 7â˛s first draft? Was even worse.
The commentary says that many of the RWBY moments were added later in production. Stuff like Ruby and Renora at the rally, Blake and Yangâs talk with Robyn and Ruby and Qrowâs chat were all either added in near the end of the writing or were âlow priorityâ enough that they could have been cut which is... veyr alarming thatâs stuff even the main protags have to worry about!Â
Ruby feels half-baked. I was looking forward to her in V7 after how V6 gave her a more dynamic personality and the focus she got in Brunswick, and having Pennyâs return had me interested in seeing Ruby grapple with her emotions about it. She watched Penny die, how would it influence her to see Penny back and OK? Good question, we never get to see it. Rubyâs just OK with Pennyâs return, the one time they touch on it Penny immediately glosses over it. Ruby just goes back to her old happy go lucky persona where any and all negative emotions are immediately forced down instead of confronting them and growing from them. Iâm getting a little tired of Ruby bottling her grief and being teased about finally getting her snapping like a Twix Bar. We finally got her crying and it lasted all of ten seconds. And it doesnât help that Rubyâs still getting shafted for fights. Her scythe choreography has no excuse being as flacid as it is now after Qrow vs Clover showed they can do scythe fighting! Why is Ruby being upstaged by (letâs be real) a supporting character! Why is she being limited to ten seconds of good combat then nothing for the rest of the season outside of flimsily swinging it or shooting. Itâs disappointing, especially after how good V6 Ruby was.
I swear, Gravityâs not just my favorite episode of the season just because Ruby finally cries in it.
Weiss was kinda just done dirty though. At least Ruby has a good outfit. Weiss confronting her father has been a long standing plot thread for the series, itâs been Weissâs Big Thing since the White Trailer. And when Jacques finally appears, heâs very... bland. Heâs just evil corporate dude who exists less as an obstacle for Weiss and more just a roadblock for the plot through the election. Weiss finally gets a chance to take her father down and work to redeem her family name... but instead of earning said victory and it being treated with the same gravitas and emotional weight as Blake defeating Adam... Weiss has her victory handed to her. And itâs played for comedy by her abusrdly attractive mother.Â
Listen, I like I Willow Schnee. I think sheâs a fascinating character and I like the idea of a person who is aware of the harm theyâve done by accident but is too broken to fix the issues she accidentally left. I love her calling Weiss out on her treatment of Whitley. But she is absolutely a Deus Ex Machina that exists to get Jacques out of the plot as fast as possible. You mean to tell me Hackerman Watts never once made sure Jacques had hidden cameras? Or that none of the staff found Willowâs cameras and reported them under the assumption they were White Fang spies? Itâs so... convenient. Itâs handing Weiss her victory on an unearned platter. Which sucks. I was really looking forward to Weiss beating Jacques. Instead she just gets given the plot device while JNR engage in the Worst Scene of The Season in that Whitley food stunt.
Me whenever Iâm asked to rewatch Cordially Invited
Blake and Yang have much the same problems, in they never separate. I know theyâre going to be together. I know CRWBY are making it canon (get it over with already). I still would like Yang and Blake to have individual character scenes. Iâd like Blake and Marrow to talk about being a Faunus Huntsman in Atlas (another thing that got cut thanks to Robyn Hill). I want Yang and Ironwood to discuss their PTSD and have Yang thank Ironwood for his trust in her that he commissioned the arm despite Yang attacking Mercury. I want Blake to be well animated in fight scenes so sheâs doing more than just jobbing so Yang looks better. I want Yang to stop hogging all the good Team RWBY choeography. I want them to interact with other characters and continue to grow instead of feeling like two halves of one character. And no, making a meta joke of how Blake and Yang donât talk to other people doesnât make it OK. It just means youâre self aware about your own faults.Â
(Also give Yang better merch or quit the favoritism. If youâre gonna milk her, put effort into it beyond crapply overpriced flannel. RTâs merch store is actively making me hate Yang.)
Team RWBYâs biggest contribution to the season is the Ironwood Lie which is... a can of worms. They certainly had a point in withholding some of the bigger truths from James but I feel by Pomp and Cirumstance heâd proven himself truthwrothy enough to warrant being told the truth about Salem. But then when heâs finally told the truth, itâs offscreenâd and the consequence isnât âWhy didnât you tell me earlierâ but âFucking Ozpin man.â Gravity has it bite them in the ass, but itâs more an accessory to Yang and Blake telling Robyn about the Amity tower. I wish more had been done with the team disagreeing on whether the lie was a good choice or not, maybe have Yang be hardline against it due to her own âNo more lies and half truthsâ policy instead of... having Yang tell more lies and half truths (Commentary confirms she never told Ruby and Weiss about the Robyn stuff BTW). But thatâs a wider problem where RWBY arenât allowed to disagree beyond surface level âI donât know if this is the right callâ dialogue. Thereâs never a threat of one of them cracking and just spilling the beans to James, everyone just blindly trusts Ruby and Qrow tells the audience âNo this is different from when Ozpin lied. Trust us.âÂ
This is the most RWBY get for content in the season finale: Ruby just nuking Cinder with no difficulty after having trouble with the eyes three episodes ago. Kinda lame tbh.
Team RWBY are just disappointing in Volume 7. Theyâre not given good animation, their story roles are largely insignificant, the impact of their roles on the story is threadbare and... well most of their costumes suck donât @ me even CRWBY have admitted Blake and Weissâs haircuts looked bad. Itâs a whole barrage of a letdown for the main girls. And itâs really sad that the best scenes of the season... are usually the ones where RWBY are nowhere in sight.
Why the hell didnât Yang get to keep the sunglasses come on guys. One job.
4) Robyn, the election plot, and the Happy Huntresses
Oh God, Robyn Hill is... not great. I could and likely will write a full meta on her character and how they bungled it but Iâll just be blunt here: I donât like her design, the colors donât mesh well, he headâs too small, Christina Vee is sleeping through the role and her weaponâs lame. Introducing her in a scene where she threatens to attack our heroes, and her agents are actively sneaking up on them to do it, is not a great first impression for a hometown hero. And that the commentary thinks sheâs meant to be the hero in that scene is... staggering.Â
RWBYâs greatest threat yet is a wine mom Karen and her Home Owners Association army.Â
The election plot is less a misfire and more the engine just exploding. Thereâs so little good content between when itâs introduced and concluded, with it usually being individual scenes that are more good in spite of their connection to the plot (such as Tyrianâs massacre). It drags in pacing, going on for nearly half the season between episodes 5 and 10, and it purely exists as a roadblock to keep RWBY spinning their wheels while Watts and Tyrian keep going with the main plot. I donât know why CRWBY went for this plot. They could have easily had something else fill the gap that also allowed for a lot of the character beats (such as Marrow and Blakeâs talk and Renâs entire arc) to shine, or at least condensed it to the important elements instead of letting it become bloated. It ends in such an unsatisfying way where Willow just shows up and goes âWe have four episode left, hereâs the plot device to beat Jacques, get back ot the main plot.â If they wanted to do the election plot, the best route would have been to give Volume 7 more episodes or stretch out its events to two seasons, but neither is realistically possible while RWBY lives off the teat of AT&T.Â
Jacques and Robyn are just boring. Evil corporate man and a lame adaptation of Robyn Hood who only has fans because of thirst who also like downplaying Robyn making a racist remark at Marrow (to say nothing of that weird subsection of Robyn fans who make her a Fox Faunus who cut her tail off to join Atlas Academy which is... certainly a creative choice especially when Marrow and Neon are punching holes in that angsty BS backstory). They canât carry this plot and the artifical attempts to make it seem more exciting with the two cliffhaners ending on Mantle under riot or Grimm attack are laughably cut short by the next episode in each case opening the morning after. On binge watch it becomes weirdly funny more than anything and thatâs not a good reaction. The dual cliffhangers being cheaply resolved is a short but succint example of V7â˛s pacing issues, and they almost always loop around to the election plot being too bloated, slow and just boring.
Also the Happy Huntresses are just... lame. I like their Semblances but thatâs it. Fionaâs OK because she gets some screentime but Mayâs just âthe surly oneâ and Joanna doesnât even get her Semblance or much dialogue (oh wow she really is just a female Sage Ayana isnât she). Robyn should not have been leading the HH and running for Council. Thatâs really stupid. And kind of wrong. Having May or Fiona be running instead while Robyn leads the team in relief efforts would have been better and could have split the focus more effeciently instead of leaving May and especially Joanna feelng like roster padding. Thereâs also some delicious irony in the show trying to frame the HH as the resistance fighting for the people and representing individuality, only for them all to have the same boring outfit and weapons (I think even the exact same model just with different sizes) while the Ace Ops are meant to be the military drones who are âJust following orders,â only for them to be more racially diverse, more diverse body-type-wise, and have more unique weapons. Itâs another one of those odd creative dissconnects between what the writers wanted and what the artists/animation teams chose to do.Â
The election plot is overall toxin for Volume 7, and Robyn in my opinion, has one of the worst introductory scenes of any character in the franchise (and CRWBY have tacitly admitted that V7 had a character they were surprised at how controversial they were, which has to be Robyn). In a year where they were already juggling so much content and characters, adding in this bloated subplot was something I donât think anyone wanted, especially now that we know we lost so much content on the sacrificial altar for this. Itâs a black mark on the season and I donât really care for the return of the Happy Huntresses or Robyn in Volume 8. None of them are interesting enough to care for outside of meta reasons like âcute.âÂ
Also fuck you Fiona, canât believe you got a shirt before Ironwood.Â
5) Cinder and Neo sure exist
To be fair, this is one of Cinderâs best years, easily her best since Volume 3 but thatâs more because Cinder in the Mistral era was crap. (And if I wanna be cruel, because Cinder wasnât in two thirds of the season)Her fans were finally vindicated after years of telling anyone who dunked on Cinder that ânooooo she has a super covert backstory thatâs gonna be amazing when itâs revealed! Youâll see!â And well they finally got it. All of one line during a fight about how Cinder ârefuses to starve.âÂ
Itâs still something so I guess we have to take it. Seriously... how do we still not have Cinderâs backstory.Â
Thereâs just not a ton to say about Cinder and Neo in V7 barring I that donât think they needed to be here. They feel very superfluous and just here to have a big boss fight in Cinderâs case alongside continuing her streak of ending the odd numbered seasons fighting a female side character... which for me became an exercise in tyring to find during Cinder during the damn fight.
And this is why when most people saw Cinderâs V6 outfit they went âItâs gonna be hard to see her in darker environments,â then were vindicated when it became legit difficult to see Cinder in this scene. God if they at least just made the inside of the cape red itâd be easier.
Neo is Neo, which means she makes funny faces and mocks Cinder (I like that), but she doesnât get a super good fight which uh... weâll get to. Iâm interested to see her finally exploding at Cinder and going for a backstab, but really Neo in V7 was kinda hit hard by the double whammy of the Oscar Hallway Punch and how humiliating ORNJ vs Neo was for ORNJ. Cinderâs definitely had far worse years and after how aimless she was in Mistral this feels like a sep in the right direction, but at this point CRWBY just need to shut up and tell us her deal. Itâs been seven years guys. Come on. At least make her interesting if sheâs gonna say around. Theyâve had worse years, but unfortunately Cinder and Neoâs role in the finale leads into...
6) Some of the fights werenât good
I wanna be clear, I like most of Volume 7â˛s fights. Itâs just a bummer the worst ones are back and back and make up a chunk of the finale. ORNJ vs Neo is just crap. Itâs the worst fight since the Battle of Haven. Thereâs nothing else I can say, itâs poorly animated, paced, choreographed and written. JNR especially are made to look like complete jokes after they spent all season training, to the point where it looks like V2 Yang could solo V7 JNR after this. Oscar I expect this from because heâs not allowed to have fun stuff onscreen after accidentally stealing the Haven budget for his fight with Hazel, but JNR were just done dirty. There were ways to make the fight work in a way where Neo still won but JNR looked good. They went for the worst possible outcome that just leaves Neo looking like she got fan-wanked and JNR looking like theyâre just not allowed to be cool due to Milesâ spite at the Jaune-Self Insert stuff (and thatâs not even getting into JNR being forced to run from lame rent a cops who canât even handle a single Grimm). Cinder vs Winter and Penny isnât much better, with her dark outfit making it very hard to track the fight because she blends into the background too well. Itâs not a great showing for Winter or Penny given their earlier feats but, hey, some random female character had to fight Cinder in this odd numbered volume, carrying on Glynda, Pyrrha and Ravenâs tradition. Itâs at least better than ORNJ vs Neo, but thatâs really not saying anything. At least Cinderâs VA work isnât too bad this time but this fight commits the cardinal sin of a finale fight: Itâs just not super interesting because we know Cinder canât kill both Winter and Penny and sheâs not becoming a Maiden, while Winterâs been too blatantly set up so it has to be Penny.
RWBY vs the Ace Ops also gets a dishonorable mention due to the choreography on display here... and the lack of it for Weiss, Blake and Ruby. Ruby never once swings Crescent Rose the entire fight and is just reduced to getting the tar kicked out of her by Harriet. Weiss barely gets to use her sword and largely just sticks to her summoning and glyphs which makes for a very visually uninteresting fighting style at the best of times. Blake just swings around and gets caught by the bad guys so Yang is motivated to fight stronger. She never dual wields (again) and her best moves are just setting up Yang to do all the hard work while Yang gets to personally KO two of the Ace Ops. Thereâs a lot that can be said about whether or nor RWBY earn the win, but while the animation team try to sell the Ace Ops landing heavy hits, having only Blakeâs Aura even flicker really undercuts the idea from the commentary that this wasnât meant to be a stomp for RWBY and they had to work together and be in synch to win.
Which is why Yang solos two of the Ace Ops whle Blake plays support, Weiss beats Marrow alone and then kill steals Harriet from Ruby, all while the song playing is an extended diss track from RWBY to the Ace Ops about how badass they are now, and the commentary itself says the Ace Ops are hard carried by Cloverâs Semblance (because you gotta love basically saying four POC were only competent because a white guy led them, and then have them lose because said white guy wasnât around to carry them!). Great job guys, you really sold it.
And talking of Clover, I feel it worth mentioning Qrow vs Clover vs Tyrian. Itâs animation wise near perfect, but unfortunately I do feel it would be remiss to not mention that I feel the writing really has to bend over backwards to justify this fight. A lot of it is stuff I would say in that hypothetical Robyn essay, but I feel Robyn, Qrow and Clover all have to become massive idiots for this specific sequence of events to occur, and for Clover especially every retroactive attempt to explain why he prioritized Qrow over Tyrian just sounds more and more desperate. Between the references to MCU Captain America (a person whose entire arc is about learning when itâs OK to defy bad orders) or the attempt in the commentary to say âOh Clover thought it would be easier to take out Tyrian alone instead of Qrow,â none of them land and just further drive home how much the plot had to stretch and reach to get that moment of Tyrian killing Clover. I like the fight. But I hate the road the show took to get there.
Some of the misc fights are also weak like ORNJ vs FNKI and elements of the Mantle Grimm battle, but those are the big offenders. Otherwise, again, the fights are largely good.Â
7) The soundtrack wasnât... great
I mean the vocal songs only, donât crucify me. Trust Love is just lamer Letâs Just Live/Triumph, Celebrate and Letâs Get Real are so boring I thought they were the same song until the OST dropped, Brand New Day is boringly peppy and Jeffâs vocals are dreadful. I completely forgot Touch the Sky until I was checking the tracklist to make sure I didnât forget any songs. War has good singers but tries to sell the RWBY-Ace Ops bond as way deeper than it was. The lack of a villain song did really sting though, those are always the highlights.
There are good songs. I really like Fear, I feel it encapsulates the themes of the volume well and serves as a good condemnation of Ironwodâs mentality. Until The End is finally the Ruby song Iâve waited for since Red Like Roses 2 and I enjoy that she got a melancholic song, and Hero is easily, hands down, best track of the record and probably best RWBY track, full stop. Caleb killed it, I loved the second verse, opening opera was strong, guitar riffs were a plenty. Stellar work all around for that one.
The OST has great work from Jeff and Alex as usual, but the Jeff and Casey songs are really starting to lose their appeal. Going for a peppy feel this year didnât help cover the cracks that are beginning to show with RWBYâs vocal songs (especially Jeffâs vocal range), and while a few standouts remain such as Fear and Hero, they are the slim minority in an otherwise very boring vocal tracklist that barely scrapes above Volume 5 for weakest set yet.
8) It wasnât as funny as it thought it was
Comedy is subjective but man a lot of these jokes didnât land. RWBY really needs to realize that does work in traditional 2D does not translate into 3D and just comes off as making official reaction GIFs for your Twitter account. Making characters SUDDENY SCREAM LOUDLY is not good banter. Please stop making Nora into Harley Quinn. Marrow was probably the most consistently funny character but that was it. Also I dunno why CRWBY thought Forrest was funny or what the deal was with that FRWBY crap.Â
âHonoraryâ mention to the JNR food scene in Cordially Invited which is genuinely one of the worst scenes in the entire show and I hope whoever animated it has their save files deleted for a game where they were about to beat the final boss. Nothing sums up JNRâs pointlessness in the series more perfectly than this.
C) Conclusion
See what I mean about Volume 7 being frustrating?Â
Itâs weird that I overal think of Volume 7 as a mid-tier volume. Thereâs so much here I genuinely adore, with some of the best stuff to do with the show coming out of this season (barring lame, overpriced merch that feels like clothing gacha), but simultaneously the whole thing is let down by outside circumstances that unfortunately are ones the show canât ever really recover from. Put bluntly, Volume 7 is the most technically proficient season of the show with the best lighting, backdrops, (some of the) character models, etc. CRWBY definitely didnât slack off this year, but the problem isn't with them. Itâs with the writing. A wider reaching problem is just that Miles and Kerry canât really improve to the level that the series now requires. Eddy and Kierseiâs first season could have gone far worse, but it definitely was notable whenever they took over. Volume 7âs core problems are fourfold: The comedy is terrible and none of the jokes really land, the season focuses on the wrong plots and gives them too much effort, too many episodes are spent building up to new plots only for them to be weakly resolved (especially the Mantle Riot/Grimm attacks that are shoved off-screen), and the character bloat strikes hard here and leaves a lot of the cast feeling like dead weight. CRWBY donât need more writers. They need more editors willing to tell the team what has to go instead of them hemming and hawing themselves on if they if they can include a plotline. The election never should have gotten past its first draft, there was too much already in this season before adding that.
When this is an unironic shot in your series... youâve got character bloat issues.
At this point, I think JNR need to go. The show had no idea what to do with them throughout the season, leading to Jaune just being comic relief while Ren and Nora became characters I actively dislike. Renora was the easiest ship in the show to land, and they still managed to blow the engines and ram at least three icebergs just to prove that RWBY canât romance to save its life. Team RWBY themselves are little better, with Rubyâs feelings about Pennyâs return being shelved, Weissâs victory against Jacques feeling un-earned and undercut by comedy, while Yang and Blake are benched for the volume and become a singular entity with how tied at the hip they are. Maria basically yeeted herself out of the show and I didnât notice, Pietro is just a death flag, and while the Ace Ops had a good intro, it was undercooked by how they had to play the villain role to give RWBY something to do in the final hours. Cinder and Neo didnât need to be here. Robyn had one of the worst introductions for a character Iâve ever seen, I never enjoyed her moments and it genuinely feels like she only has a fandom because RWBYâs community are in fact that desperate.Â
On the brighter side, Ironwoodâs arc is fucking perfect and Jason Rose deserves all the love. Great fight, great song, great design, love the beard, it was a perfect downfall for Volume 7âs true protagonist. Qrow had a fun volume and I loved his dynamic with Clover (I donât see the ship stuff but thatâs more because Iâm an IronQrow main so my blinders were on). Clover was also way cooler than I remembered. His fights stood out but the guyâs just really cool at the end of the day, with Chris doing great work as a VA. Oscar even managed to do stuff this year which was a shock and a half, but a welcome shock and a half. I didnât mention it, but the Ozpin fear monologue is one of my favorite scenes in the entire show and it and the Ironwood/Oscar confrontation in the vault save the finale. And of course, Watts and Tyrian were the MVPs. I donât have a bad word about either of them, they fucking nailed their roles and I canât wait to see them again.Â
And thatâs kind of what I mean when I say Volume 7 flummoxes me. Itâs frustrating at times with how it handles seemingly easy tasks and drops the ball. Renora went from âeveryone liked thatâ to wondering how badly Renâs stuff got butchered for him to be the way he is. RWBY themselves could be almost entirely cut and so little would change, and the fact that the finale basically hinges its entire emotional stakes on Winter, Penny and Oscar is a staggering call. And it really feels like the season was compressed beyond necessity because they decided going in that Volume 7 had to end on Salemâs arrival. Thereâs two volumes worth of material here, and maybe it would have been best to have broken up these events. Volume 7 does too much in too little time, and RWBY especially suffered from it. But when it works⌠itâs good. Never close to the highs of Volumes 6 or 3, but thereâs genuinely good material here. The fights are mostly getting better with far less missteps than previously, the acting (mostly) continues to improve and itâs obvious that RWBY is a very good looking show at this point. Ironwoodâs arc is franchise-wide highs, I loved Clover, and Marrow remains the best boi. But itâs frustrating that despite all the tech advances Volume 7 has made, it still makes such threadbare, rookie writing mistakes in cast management, comedy and character arcs. Iâm glad Miles and Kerry finally realized that they needed more writers, but it wonât mean anything if the show just continues to circle the drain on the core mistakes itâs been making since 2013. Volume 7 has good in it. But I can see where it could have been great.
Thanks for reading, stan IronQrow and please get Whitley a therapist.
And for the love of God already make an Ironwood vs Watts shirt!Â
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