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Nakita ‘Muscle Katt’ Jones, with baby in arms, says Barbadian taxpayers’ not giving her their money - Sigh. Also…,

https://youtu.be/KcZB9l8EpcM

she’s not too sure, but she suspects her lifestyle may have something to do with landlords not wanting to rent…. Have your say. Naked!!

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Tommy On The Spot

[virescent-v]

“i don’t like being told what to do unless i’m naked” with em? 👀

Bossy

Summary: Emily's been a bitch. You fix her attitude. ;) Warnings: smutty smut smut, my normal tbh. quick and easy, like em Word count: 2.3k A/N: A little short thing to get me back into writing. Thanks Katt for the prompt :)

Emily was pissing you off. Ever since this case crossed JJ’s desk, Emily’s been uptight, more so than usual. You’ve seen her get overly invested in cases before, but something about this one was making her - for lack of a better word - crazy. She was hounding the local police more than normal, squashing peoples’ new ideas and theories before listening, and being short with anyone who tried to talk to her. 

She’s snapped at you multiple times today alone, glaring at you anytime you tried to talk about one of your theories. You’d take it personally, but she was acting like this with everyone on the team. It was causing everyone to give her a wide berth, finding excuses to not be in the same room with her. 

At the end of the day, Emily had frustrated every member of the BAU (including Penelope who was back in D.C.) and half of the local station to their limits. 

And, of course, you were the one who had to room with her this trip. Lucky you. 

The ride from the station to the hotel was tense, silence interspersed with the hum of tires on asphalt. The longer the quiet dragged on, the more angry you got at her behavior. 

Emily and you had become fast friends when you joined the BAU a few months ago. You had meshed well with every member of the team, but your dark humor and sarcasm bonded you with the raven-haired woman. You’ve spent countless hours with each other, both at work and outside of Quantico. 

You felt your phone buzz in your lap. 

JJ: You have GOT to talk to her. She’s driving everyone insane!! 

You: Why does it have to be me??? It’s bad enough we share a room! 

JJ: Because she likes you most! 

You: You’ve known her longer! 

JJ: Nose goes! 

You looked up to see JJ holding her pointer finger on her nose, sticking her tongue out at her. You rolled your eyes at her before typing out another message. 

You: Fine! But you owe me coffee and lunch tomorrow! 

JJ: Deal! Just make her Emily again! 

You locked your phone, glancing up at Emily driving. Her jaw was tense, as if she was grinding her teeth. Both of her hands were white knuckled on the steering wheel. You bit your lip, trying to think of a way to bring up her behavior over the last few days. 

*** 

Entering your shared room, Emily started pacing in front of the beds, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her hands fidgeting.

You sighed. “Em, are you okay?” 

Her eyes shot to you. “I’m fine,” she gritted out. 

You rolled your eyes exaggeratedly, making sure she saw. “No, you’re not. You’re frustrated about something. And it’s driving everyone crazy. So, again, what’s wrong?” 

Emily stopped pacing, glaring at you. “What do you mean it’s driving everyone crazy? I’m fine.” 

You huffed, shaking your head. “You’re not. Look at you,” you said, your hand gesturing at her body, every muscle tense, her hands picking at her nails. “You’ve been short with everyone, shutting down theories for stupid reasons. You’ve yelled at every single one of us today and you’ve managed to alienate half of the local cops. Whatever’s wrong needs to stop, Em, I swear, or it’s going to make this case even harder to solve.” 

Emily scoffed, not liking being told off. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

Now it was your turn to gape at the brunette, your eyebrows twisted in annoyed confusion. “Em, I have spent the last few months getting to know you. Late nights in the office, movie nights on our couches, shopping trips. I don’t know what it is about this case that’s getting to you, but it needs to stop. You need to get your head out of your ass, Prentiss, before it causes you to get benched.” 

You watched as Emily stomped across the room to you, her nostrils flaring, her eyes darkening in anger. Her fists were clenched at her sides as she angrily whispered, “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked, so you better watch what you say to me.” 

Emily had moved closer to you than she ever has before, her outrage and annoyance palpable in the air. You could feel her huffed breaths on your cheek. 

You shook your head, chuckling darkly, barely audible. Emily had never intimidated you before and it wasn’t going to start now. “If all you needed to calm down and be yourself again was a good, hard fuck, all you had to do was ask, Em,” you said, smirking as her eyes grew wide. 

You watched as she took in a shuttered breath, her throat bobbing from the nervous swallow. 

You could see the indecision in her eyes, the want and the nerves. How she wanted it, needed it, but didn’t want to cross that line with you for fear of wrecking your friendship, your work life. 

You brought your hand up, pushing some of her hair behind her ear, taking note of the small shiver that ran through her. “Let me help you, Em. We’ll cross tomorrow when it gets here.” 

Emily closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, they somehow had gotten darker, her pupils blown. She’d made her decision. “Fuck it out of me, please.” 

You tilted your chin up a little, settling into the role Emily needed you to fill. “Strip. Slowly.” 

Emily exhaled slowly, her hands grasping at the hem of her shirt, lifting it inch by inch. She watched you, but your eyes never strayed from her face. When she dragged the material over her head, your eyes never left her face. It furthered your in charge position, making Emily’s breath quicken in anticipation. 

The brunette slowly dragged her bra straps down her shoulders, slowly exposing her modest chest. It took a lot of self control on your part, but you still refused to look at her body. You could tell that it was starting to get to Emily, but she wasn’t going to say anything, excited to see what you were up to. 

As she drug her pants and underwear down her legs and stood back up, you made another few seconds of intense eye contact with her before letting your gaze slowly glide over her body. 

You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about her like this. She was beautiful, striking in a way that made your breath catch the first time you met her. As your relationship with her grew, you were conflicted about thinking of her like this. You’ve come to cherish your connection with her, but you couldn’t help but want more. 

You took your time looking her over, trying to memorize every inch of her in case this was the only time you’d be able to see her like this. 

Emily’s toes started to dig into the carpet, her anticipation growing to a head, the nerves starting to creep up. 

“On the bed, on your back.” 

Emily didn’t need a second to think this time, eagerly moving to the mattress and laying herself across it. She settled her head on a pillow in the middle of the bed, awaiting further instructions. It was something that was exhilarating for you, unexpected. You didn’t think she would be this compliant, but you weren’t going to question it. 

Your eyes dragged across her body again, watching the way that her skin started to flush at your attention. “You’ve been a bitch the past few days.” 

Emily went to open her mouth, to argue. 

“No, no. That wasn’t up for debate. You have been. You’ve let this case get to you.” You started to crawl across the bed, your body between her legs. You remained clothed, the fabric of your pants sliding across her bare skin and causing goosebumps to erupt across her skin. You held eye contact, loving the way Emily’s dark eyes seemed to get darker, deeper. You could feel yourself getting lost in them. “I don’t know why, and to be frank, I don’t care.” You let your hands trail across her shins, up to her knees, pushing her legs further apart. You could feel your own heartbeat speeding up, fluttering inside your chest. “I’m going to fuck your attitude out of you and then we’re going to solve this case and go home. Understood?” 

Emily swallowed, her head nodding briefly. 

“Good,” you said, letting your eyes fall to her bare body. You licked your lips as you looked at her exposed pussy. Through her coarse curls you could tell she was wet, wetter than you expected her to be since you’ve not even touched her yet. 

You leaned down, your eyes back on her face as you gently blew across her sodden lower lips. Emily’s eyes closed, her back arching slightly, her hips trying to push further into the sensation. She was sensitive, something you were going to enjoy. 

Before her back could make contact with the bed again, your tongue made contact, licking quickly from her entrance to her clit, loving the way her voice got stuck in her throat. You decided you didn’t want to tease her, wanting her to get off and relax. Your tongue made a few more passes up and down, enjoying each sound you could pull from her. When she got used to the movement, her body expecting the up and down licks, you switched to swirls around her clit, sucking lightly, before moving down to her hole, entering her with your tongue. 

You paid attention to the sounds she made, the way she whimpered when your tongue made quick circles around her clit, how a moan would get caught deep in her chest every time your tongue entered her. You ate her out passionately, intensely, taking out your frustrations from the past few days on her. 

You could tell she was getting close, the way her leg muscles started to tense, how her hands started to fist in the sheet beneath her. With each swipe of your tongue against her, you could feel her get closer and closer to the edge, the both of you desperate to push her over. As she started to moan more often, gaining volume, you reached up your hands, grasping a breast in each. With perfectly timed pinches to her nipples, Emily came undone against your mouth. You continued to lap at her pussy, swallowing down everything she had to give you. 

Before her body had a chance to relax, you pushed in two fingers, enjoying the way Emily choked out a harsh gasp at the fast pace you set immediately. “You’ve got one more for me, Em. Give it to me,” you commanded, surprised at the strength of your own voice. 

Emily’s bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she struggled to keep up with the thrusting of your fingers. You pushed up her body, using the thumb of your other hand to pull her lip free. “Uh uh, baby. Let me hear those pretty noises.” 

Emily whimpered, her eyes catching yours, a million words being shared between you two. Respect, thanks, lust, love. 

Your wrist was starting to cramp at the position, but there was no way you were going to stop. Not with the sounds she was making, not with the way that Emily was looking at you. With each thrust in, Emily grunted, with each thrust out, a moan. On one particularly hard thrust, Emily’s back arched, her hands fisting into the shirt on your back. Figuring you had found her sweet spot, you focused there, watching with almost primal glee as her head tossed back in pleasure. 

With her throat exposed, your lips made contact to the skin there, kissing and biting at the tender flesh. You trailed your lips up to her ear. “Do you think two orgasms is enough, or should I fuck you into a third?” 

Emily’s only response was a garbled moan, her hands trying to scratch at your back through your shirt. 

You smirked against her skin. “We’ll see if your cunt can take another one after you cum hard on my fingers.” You curled your fingers at that, feeling the spongy spot inside her that caused her to sob in ecstasy, her legs tightening against your hips. On each thrust you made sure to hit that spot. You moved your head back, wanting to watch her come undone. 

You could feel her walls tightening around your fingers, it becoming harder and harder to move within her. You brought your other hand up, wrapping it around her throat, squeezing enough to send a euphoric rush through her. 

“Cum for me, Em, now.” 

She hadn’t disobeyed you yet. 

Emily moaned your name loudly as her walls clamped down on your fingers, forcing you to stay within her as she rode out her orgasm. Her hips undulated against you, riding each wave, reveling in the high.

You worked her through it, easing as her body started to come down. Gently, you removed your fingers, taking satisfaction in the whimper she let out at being empty. You brushed some of her hair out of her face, smiling a little to yourself at the blissed out look on her face. “Feeling better?” 

Emily started laughing, a true belly laugh. “You’re ridiculous.” 

You smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Hey, you don’t get to be sassy to the person who just fucked you back into a good mood.” 

Emily rolled her eyes, her hands caressing your shoulders. “Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes expressing even more gratitude. 

You lightly kissed her, the first of many. “Don’t mention it. Next time, don’t wait until you’re a raging bitch before asking for what you need,” you smirked. 

Emily pushed at your shoulder, shaking her head lightly at your antics. She pulled you down, relaxing under the weight of you, feeling herself drift off to sleep. 

If anyone noticed Emily’s improved mood the next day, or the hickies on her neck, they didn’t mention it. The fact that you two solved the case before the day was over was good enough for them. 

[gamma-rae-bursts]

My Little Dove

Emily is grieving the loss of her girlfriend y/n, who committed su*cide a day before Emily’s return from the dead.

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Fem!Rrader

CW: grief, implied suicide, arguments, swearing (let me know if I missed anything)

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1000+

A/N: This is a pt.2 to "It Was Night When You Died, My Firefly". Big thank you to @storiesofsvu for brainstorming the idea with me! This also covers Katt's Birthday Bingo Square.

Unedited.

The minutes that followed were filled with desperate screams and attempts to bring you back to life. The paramedics arrived at the scene within what seemed like a split second, announcing your death upon arrival.

“Emily” one of the agents dared to break her out of this spiral she fell into, not wanting to give you up “Emily, she’s gone” the pain filled voice sounded again, it was JJ speaking, her eyes filled with tears as the words were leaving her mouth. 

Emily held you in her arms, not willing to let you go, feeling the still-present warmth of your freshly deceased body, already feeling the effects of rigor taking control of your lifeless muscles. Determined to hold onto you.

Her sobs never ceased, overpowering the silence of the room. The heart-breaking sight causing a stream of tears falling from the other agents’ eyes. Her firm grip on your body only tightened as the paramedics attempted to separate the two of you. Her fingertips tracing gentle patterns on your skin as her tears fell onto you, softly pleading for you to come back.

The apartment filled with more and more people forcing her grip to loosen. All the agents watched as the medical personnel transported your motionless remains to the body bag, trying to hold onto Emily and stop her protests and fights. 

“I’m not ready to say goodbye yet”, the raven-haired woman pleaded, her whisper filled with indescribable pain, as you were transported out of the building.

Everyone stayed still, slowly losing the sight of the medics that were now out of the apartment. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this!” Emily cried, raising her voice at the other agents “None of this was supposed to happen! How could you let her get to this point?! How did none of you notice the signs?!”

“Emily-” an attempted response came from Hotch as the other agents lowered their heads, refusing to look the other woman in the eyes.

“No! She’s dead Hotch!” Emily was fuming, not quite sure who to direct her anger at “You are all profilers for god’s sake! How comes none of you bothered to check up on her! And you?!” she turned to look at JJ, the blonde woman’s head still down refusing any eye contact “I have asked you how she was doing! Does this fucking look like alright to you?! You promised you would take care of her!”

There was no reply, just as the heavy silence started filling the room once again Emily's voice roamed through the space.

“Everyone get out of here!” she shouted as the tears kept streaming down her cheeks. “Now!”

And they did. Leaving Emily in her now empty apartment. The place was filled with silence as the woman crumbled under the weight of her grief. Her body trembled with each sob, and her miserable cries filled the air, echoing with raw, true pain. Tears streamed relentlessly down her face, tracing wet trails through the dust of sorrow etched upon her cheeks.

The rest of the day was a blur, the time consumed by the overpowering sense of loss. She could still smell remnants of your presence, the smell of your cherry shampoo combined with your favourite perfume lingering in her nostrils. Every time she opened her eyes, now swollen from the continuous cries, it was as if she could see you out of the corner of her eye, never daring to look that way preventing the illusion from fading. The room grew darker and darker, the capital slowly consumed by the darkness of dust. 

“I’m so sorry y/n/n” a barely audible whisper left her lips as she looked at the photo of the two of you. “I am so, so sorry” 

9th of October

Emily woke up with heaviness weighing on her chest, the feeling of suffocation never seemed to lift. Every breath seemed just a little harder than the previous one. She knew she was awake, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of being trapped in a never-ending nightmare that she couldn’t wake up from. There was no escape from it. The darkness still filling the room as she reluctantly began to open her eyes that now held a hollow emptiness, lacking the life that was once present. With her vision blurred by tears she reached out to the other side of the bed hoping to find you there, hoping that it was all a horrible nightmare. But the other side of the bed was cold. Untouched. 

And you were gone, the piece of her that kept her going for the last seven months was ripped away from her embrace as you took your last breath just hours prior to her arrival. A part of her that gave her a reason to live was now gone and it was all her fault. 

Time seemed to cease its passage allowing her to navigate through the labyrinth of her thoughts. The memories of you came like a flood, her trembling hands clutched to her chest, holding herself tightly, feeling her heart shattering at the sight of your shadowy figure sitting at the edge of the mattress, disappearing with a single blink. The piercing pain of her breaking heart echoed with every gasp for air, each sob that left her quivering lips. 

Looking out of the open window her eyes were fixed on the brightness of the moon, the only source of light filling the space, just like she used to do with you. Always getting lost in the mindless conversations, the plans for the future, the life you wanted to build together. Being snuggled in the comfort and safety of each other’s arms. 

Leaving you never seemed right. The excuse of it being for the greater good was not enough anymore. 

Could she have prevented this? If she only reached out, left you a clue that she was alive and would be coming back to you. That she never truly left. There was not a day she didn’t consider that, not a day you didn’t fully occupy her thoughts. Even going as far as purchasing a little white dove figure, just like the one you gifted after a particularly hard case, with a sweet reminder that no matter how things go you’ll always love her. Did she give you enough love? 

There were so many things she wanted to tell you. Apologise for. Experience with you. 

But it was too late now.

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Patreon Reward: Pure Support Group, Chapter 12: Elm Ederne

It's Elm's turn to tell of her experience with Joan~

Lian Ren looked around the room. It was time for another FABJA meeting, and they had a rather full house this time.

Pyrrha and Nora were both with her tonight, and the only reason that both were there was the fact that Joan was spending the night in the hospital wing for an overnight sleep test, leaving all of them free to actually join this meeting.

Ruby was talking animatedly with both Velvet and May, more expressive than she was even with her team, making her wonder just how those three became friends. Maybe one day she would learn.

Cinder, Emerald, Neo, and the Malachite Twins were a lot more quiet, talking in hushed tones, the twins having their hands over their laps to avoid showing off the fact that they were already hard.

Blake, Weiss, and Yang were sitting off to the side, talking to themselves as well, though she could tell they were trying not to talk too much about Joan, with Weiss nervously changing subjects between several things.

Reese and Arslan were chatting quietly, though from the swelling erections, she hoped that they stayed calm until after the meeting was done…

The largest group was those who came from Atlas; Ciel Soliel, Neon Katt, Fiona Thyme, all of them sat next to a very bashful giantess, Elm Ederne, who was hunched over and, just by looking at her, one could see the embarrassment wafting off of her.

Clearing her throat, Lian got the attention of the room and smiled softly. “Hello, everyone.” she said, looking over the packed room. “Welcome to this meeting of FABJA. We have a new speaker tonight. Please give Elm Ederne a warm welcome. Elm? You have the floor.”

The dark skinned woman looked up, flushing slightly and taking a deep breath. “H-Hi...this...well it happened earlier today…”

~

Elm finished her repetition, setting the weight back on it’s rack as she sat up and wiped her face with her towel, loving the strain a good workout gave her, how the soreness of her muscles made her feel alive from having a good workout.

She took a deep drink from her bottle, the water quenching her thirst and hydrating her after her workout.

Standing, she began to head to the treadmill to continue her workout, happy that Beacon Academy had such a well equipped gym.

As she started walking over to the treadmills, she heard an odd sound, like dull smacking. Turning towards it, she froze mid-step. Why?

She saw Joan Arc standing in the area with the punching bag, holding her hands up in a mediocre hand to hand stance as she ‘attacked’ the punching bag before her. She could tell that she wasn’t truly knowing what she was doing, but she was trying her best.

Despite remembering what happened during that...incredibly awkward...New Year’s Party where she was not only groped, but made to grope the girl she was watching. Her fingers twitched as she remembered how soft her breasts were…

She shook her head fiercely to banish the thoughts and lingering phantom sensations away, needing to focus on the ‘now’ rather than back then.

Seeing her attempt to punch the bag she was using in a mediocre fashion, she decided to step in and see if she could help. Not only was her form somewhat painful to look at, but they should be helping one another. And honestly, the girl was incredibly sweet and nice to be around, so it couldn’t be that bad, could it?

~

The sounds of flesh hitting flesh filled the room as every single person there palmed their own faces. No words were said, but the act was enough, leaving a flustered Elm sitting there awkwardly in the quiet, before she continued, not wanting to be told things like ‘you doomed yourself’, or ‘why did you tempt fate?’

~

Elm didn’t find this too difficult so far; she had helped others back in Atlas with their hand to hand before, though she was referring to the actions of teaching...the fact that she was dealing with one of the bounciest students she’d ever had. She knew the girl was wearing a sports bra, she could see the lining bleeding through the shirt she was wearing, but it was doing nothing to contain her considerable assets.

This was going to be more awkward than she thought.

But she persevered, doing her damnedest to focus on teaching the girl how to throw a good punch without leaving herself open. After a good hour of that, though, she ended up damning herself by suggesting grappling training.

~

“Oh god...f-fuck!” the twins moaned, clutching themselves as they both tipped over the edge and collapsed onto the floor, cumming from the mere thought of having a ‘grappling’ match with the blonde.

Not that anyone else mocked them, each of them were rock hard and dark spots were visible on their night clothes from the thought as well…

~

“Argh!” with a decidedly cute battle cry (not that Elm would ever say it) Joan launched herself forwards, throwing her body against her and trying to take her down to the mat, which she allowed, letting the blonde pin her and hold her down.

Despite the fact that this was supposed to be training, Elm bit the inside of her cheek as her balls reminded her that she hadn’t cum in the past week or so due to the fact that she was so busy, her cock hard and straining against her gym shorts, her balls churning from the need they had.

She did her best to ignore it. She could strangle her dick until her balls were shrunken down to raisins in her sack later.

“Good. Now, we’re going to try this once more, as a full on spar, okay?” she said, smiling at the blonde as they both stood, Joan nodding seriously and taking her spot across from her, taking her stance as did Elm.

Elm wasn’t going to take it easy on her, but she also wasn’t going to go all out, either. That was no way to learn.

Both stared at one another for several moments, before they moved.

The sound of flesh striking flesh filled the air as Elm clashed with Joan, forearms pressing against one another as both worked for their advantage, before breaking away a bit from each other, looking for weaknesses in each other’s form.

Elm was rather impressed due to how much the blonde had learned in the short lesson, how she had managed to absorb what she had been taught and was able to keep up with her...granted, she was holding back a fair bit at the moment, but-

Dark eyes widened as a busty blonde leapt at her, the mere act stunning her enough that she was slammed into and taken down to the mat, her head smooshed into a sweaty cleavage (one that she realized smelled good, a natural sweetness that made her cock twitch), and she tried to free herself as she heard the blonde giggle. “Submit, or I’ll use my secret technique I learned from my Auntie~!”

Breaking away, she managed a smile, even as her cock spurted precum into her compression panties. “You’re not winning that easily, Joan!” though she found herself spun onto her stomach (how had she?) and brought up to her knees, her ass pushed into the air.

She barely managed to feel a fleeting sense of embarrassment before she heard something terrifying and seductive at the same time. “Auntie Cynthia’s Technique: Internal Relaxation!” before she jerked as her ass was breached, gym shorts, panties, and all, and pulsing pleasure slamming into her prostate, radiating outwards, filling her balls, before her eyes rolled up and she moaned helplessly as everything in her balls evacuated in seconds, blackness creeping in as she heard Joan’s cheerful voice saying...something, before she blacked out.

~

“I woke up with Joan hovering over me worriedly, and then visited the nurse on duty afterwards…” Elm admitted, her voice shamed, her cheeks a visible red despite her darker skin, “And Joan…whatever she did managed to drain me to the point that I’m apparently going to be shooting dry for at least a week. There’s nothing left in my balls at the moment...I’ll need to go in every few days to get checked out.” she buried her face in her hands from embarrassment, the emotion radiating off of her in waves.

Everyone around her was swallowing hard, their lower garments tented, dark spots on all of them, each of them squirming in their seats and shamefully fantasizing about having a ‘hand to hand’ training match with Joan that resulted in the exact same end…

Even if they couldn’t cum properly for a week, the price would be worth it...wouldn’t it?

Coughing into her hand, Lian looked at the group. “Th-Thank you for sharing your story with us, Elm...the meeting is adjourned.” she needed to deal with her hard on, and fast. Thankfully though, Joan was away from the dorm for the night...and with the look Nora was giving her? That was good.

...She’d have to apologize to Pyrrha later for the fact that the redhead definitely wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight.

[protect-daniel-james]

WIP asks: what is your oldest? What is the one you will probably never finish?

Omg, do unfinished chaptered fics count?

AO3 tells me the oldest non-finished chaptered fic is Silent Freeway, an Alex Turner/Miles Kane fic from ancient times. I am kinda ashamed of it now, because ultimately it was too much for me to write about - I chose the light topics of mental health and psychosis with my poor English skills, and obviously it was a pain in the ass to write in the end. I wasn't brave enough to go back and read it but I can imagine the shit I wrote back in 2016 in English. It was too much drama for the sake of drama, no characterisation, no reasonable behavior... I will definitely never finish that one. I'm not that much into Milex, and the whole story seems childish today.

Fun fact - it has over 11 000 words making up 11 chapters. Yes, 11 chapters. Which means about 1 000 words per chapter (I was so proud of it back then, lmao). Good old days. Nowaydays I write a 11 000 word fic about Inzaghi brothers fucking.

WIP which I might actually finish one day is definitely Let's fade together, let's fade forever. No football. Historical Figures RPF combining two of my favorite fruity couples from late 18th century, Alex Hamilton/John Laurens and Frederick II/Hans Hermann von Katte. As the tag says, I imagine Heaven as a waiting room. A waiting room where Laurens and von Katte meet and talk and wait for their loved ones. I think it was a nice lil' idea, a fic that became known as "sad gays in heaven". Yeah, it is still rather naive and silly looking back, but I am still quite proud of that one. It's literally missing one chapter.

My problem is I get too excited about a new thing, and I am able to produce quite quickly a new fic when I am excited. A planned out multichaptered fic even. But then, the excitement fades - either because I find a more interesting new thing, or because the response is non-existent, and I see that something I was excited about and cared about isn't really interesting "to the outside". Now don't get me wrong, I'm not one to count kudos and comments because I know that the ships and themes I write about are very niche (I am well aware that if I write a Pedri/Gavi fic, it would get to 200-300 kudos, if I write a Grizione fic, it would be around 50, but if I write about Unai Emery, there will be like 5) - but even with this awareness, if a fic I truly was excited about doesn't really get a response, I just don't feel motivated to prioritise it, work on the next chapter, or write something about the pairing again (unless it's Unai and Football, because those fics I take as a form of experience, exploration, and almost academic work so I don't care if y'all aren't reading those; they are for me to explore the unexplored. although it's nice when people read and comment on them, and want to discuss its topics, obviously).

When it comes to unpublished WIPs, I don't really have many of those because I tend to start my WIPs when excited and then I usually work quickly (unless it's literally a 10 000+ words fic like the yacht fic or like the Inzaghicest one might be). One that I promised to do was a Henderson/Stevie G in Saudi Arabia engaging in bad, sleazy, desperate sex because they have no clue what they are doing there, but I haven't really started to work on that.

I started working on a Mourinho/Abramovich fic (with a flavour of Abramovich/Sheva).

"Mr. Abramovich - " José made a significant pause, spread out his hands over the edge of the desk that separated him from the addressed man. "I know you like him. Is easy to see." For a moment not a single muscle in Abramovich's face moved. Then, his eyebrows rose up, and he tilted his head, smiling; not just smiling but amused at such a simple yet daring statement. "Is it?" he asked, although José wasn't completely sure about the wording. It might have been just a simple, bemused repetition of the word he himself used to describe his reading of the situation - easy.

I think it's now the oldest actual draft that I have, but it's only 2 months old lmao. As I said, I finish my fics pretty quickly (after all, I usually write directly in AO3 - believe me, I did regret it a few times), and the one month due date on drafts works miracles.

[the-new-squidbeak-splatoon]

What do you agents look like

(hey I hurt my drawing hand and can’t really draw right now, so please deal with Screenshots from the switch)

Octave: oh, you want pics? no prob. Symph has been looking for an excuse to take pictures of us

Symph: hello, you beautiful people allow me to formally introduce myself I am the big time big shot symphony here, with pictures of the crew, even one of the rare and elusive Treble

Symph: here is Octave in one of his MENY fits

Octave: I know I’m very pretty

Symph: yeah, yeah you’re full of yourself anyway here’s the ever-beautiful Katt

Katt: I’m sorry I blinked

Symph: that’s OK, you’re still Hella pretty

Symph: here’s Capitan Lisa, and Katt's girlfriend~

Symph: damn cap you have the color coordination a highlighter

Lisa: Oi

Symph: here’s Treble

Treble: hey, why don’t I get a cool intro

Symph: because you smell like metal, muscle, and pre-workout

Symph: and now last, but certainly not least here is I the amazing the ultimate, the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious and certainly not atrocious symphony!

Symph: I know perfection in inkling form

Octave: and she says I’m full of myself. but yeah, that’s pretty much what we all look like

[incorrect-anything-quotes]

Rob: Bucky, this isn't how you write a thank-you note.

Bucky: What's wrong with it?

Rob: (reading) "Dear Joe, thanks for the lovely gift-card. If my handwriting looks strained, that's because this is the sixteenth thank-you card Rob has forced me to write. The muscles in my paw are cramping as I struggle to finish this sentence. Ow, ow. Oh, the pain. Sincerely, Bucky Katt."

[nakeddeparture]

Deborah Nurse - Where you are in life, you’ve put yourself there - Cave Hill, St Michael, Barbados.

https://youtu.be/DqO9WWn4JSg

Just like Muscle Katt, Deborah is taking a stab at your emotional side, because she thinks you like drama. Show her and all the others, you are not enablers! Naked!!

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[i-spook-and-seek]

My name is Katt and I've decided that I'm going to make a visual novel. I will have to learn how to code, as well as do all my own art, writing, music etc. To keep myself on task I'm going to try and post the characters here when I'm done with their designs essentially.

I'll also post any updates or stuff just to keep me on task as well as measure my progress.

The world I'm creating is based on a DND campaign I'm playing in so Ill be referring to characters by race and class stuff. The world is built as a bunch of floating islands in a cloud sea in the sky.

So here's my first character:

His name is Dendinor (Dendy for short). He is an elf barbarian who is also a vegetarian from the island of Villa Osa. He is part of a crew of misfit adventurers you will meet in the game. He's not very smart but makes up for that with lots of heart (and muscle). You also wouldn't be able to tell just by looking at him but he is a bit of a gambling addict. Part of his adventuring party encourages the gambling while the other part tries to keep him out of trouble.

[hairyguyworld]

Tom Katt - I love him in every size!

Morphy by Necryll

[kathuman]

May's sketch page! Not too many this month because I've been working a lot. Can't believe the month is already over ^^;

[juanarc-thethird]

In your expert opinion, what butt does everyone on RWBY have?

Ok this is going to be a long list and to make it a little easier for me is going to be in alphabetical order. I also want to add that this is just my opinion and is for fun. If anyone disagree with me, that's totally understandable. So after saying all that, let's do it!

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Amber: Norm, in the scenes where she appears, she looks normal.

An Ren: Norm, same here. She looks normal. I think all the characters that only appear once are Norm.

Arslan Altan: Muscle, since she does martial arts, I feel like this suits her.

Blake Belladonna: Badonk, I think we can all agree with this. No explanation need it.

Carmine Esclados: Thick, Just by looking at the art they made for the mobile game, you know that she is Thiccc with three c's

Ciel Soleil: Bubble, She looks like she works out regularly, so I think she would be this one.

Cinder Fall: Donk, She has that extra cushion in the back

Coco Adel: Hourgalss, She's like a model so this one fits her well.

Deery: Apple, Yeah, I don't know what to say, only that this one fits her.

Dew Gayl: Hourglass, She has the hips.

Elm Ederne: Double Wide, Remember that Aku meme about Extra thick? She is that.

Emerald Sustrai: Hourglass, I would like to have them as my pillow. (I'm sorry)

Fiona Thyme: Apple, I mean, she's small, it fits her.

Glynda Goodwitch: Thick, Mommy, sorry, Mommy, sorry, Mommy, sorry. (Jk)

Gwen Darcy: Bubble, It's hard to know which one would fit her, since she's always in a dress, but I think this one looks good on her.

Harriet Bree: Hourglass, I mean just look at those thighs.

Ilia Amitola: Apple, She is slim so this one fits her well.

Jinn: Badonk, Three words: Big Thick Woman

Joanna Greenleaf: Muscle, Again, it's hard to see, so this one suits you better.

Kali Belladonna: Badonk, I mean, blake had to get it from somewhere.

Lil' Miss Malachite: Double wide, I think this one was obvious.

Lisa Lavender: Norm, We've only seen his face so I'll play it safe.

Maria Calavera (Young): Hourglass, She seems to do a lot of walking on her travels so I think this one fits her.

May Marigold: Hourgalss, Why did I choose this? Yes.

May Zedong: Hourgalss, She has a slim waist and has to move around a lot when using her sniper so….

Melanie Malachite: Bubble, She's skinny so I think this one suits her.

Miltia Malachite: Bubble, Just like her sister, she is skinny so I think this one suits her.

Nebula Violette: Donk, I'm going with that.

Neon Katt: Bubble, Anything else would have been a lie.

Neopolitan: Bubble, She has some, but not much.

Nora Valkyrie: Badonk, Do you think that having thunder thighs doesn't have its benefits? Give me a break

Octavia Ember: Badonk, Okay hear me out, the way her dress fits her body, she definitely has it.

Penny Polendina: Donk, She got that upgrade~

Pyrrha Nikos: Thick, Cereal may not be good for your health, but it is good for something else~

Raven Branwen: Badonk, Living in the forest has its benefits.

Reese Chloris: Norm, I like Reese, but I have to be honest.

Robyn Hill: Thick, I'll just say she has my vote.

Ruby Rose: Hourglass, All those cookies put in one place.

Salem: Badonk, Is it a problem that I like dangerous women? Yes. Is it my Hispanic blood's fault? Probably.

Saphron Cotta-Arc: Donk, Do you think that terra only noticed her because of her personality? Yes she did, but she also wanted some of that famous Arc booty.

Sienna Khan: Thick, The tiger is the second most dangerous predator, Sienna is in first place.

Summer Rose: Donk, Besides being a super mom, she was a super mommy~

Terra Cotta-Arc: Bubble, Again, do you think Saphron only noticed her because of her big ass? Yes, this time yes. And it was the best decision of her life.

Tock: Hourglass, Watch where you touch or you will lose your hand.

Trifa: Bubble, Cute spider girl.

Velvet Scarlatina: Hourglass, I need to drink some water.

Vernal: Donk, I would let her hurt me.

Weiss Schnee: Hourglass, The only thing she got from her mom.

Willow Schnee: Badonk, The living definition of a MILF.

Winter Schnee: Hourglass, That's Atlas Ass.

Yang Xiao Long: Donk, All that training paid off.

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So that's all. Again, this is my opinion, it may be wrong.

[didyoutrydynamite]

I mean, if you're looking for something to write, I wouldn't ever be disappointed with some Jaune/Neon fluff.

Me: *Cracks Knuckles* Time for the Knightlife!

~O~O~O~O~O~

Jaune and Neon are in Neon’s old bedroom back in her apartment in Mantle. The young couple had just had a long day of their own JNRZ Patrol with just the two of them and decided to crash at the Katt residence for some “alone time”. The two of them now lay in her bed, surrounded by the audience of stuffed animals that had front row seats to their live show.

Neon: *Tracing circles on Jaune’s bare chest, her head resting right on shoulder as she hums happily to herself Mmm, look at you Mr. Muscle, your new workout regime is producing some good results. Very good results. Mama likey~

Jaune: *Tiredly snuggling Neon’s head into the crook of his neck* Hmm so is that what we're calling this now? Our “Workout Regime”?

Neon: Pfft, I mean, it’s a funner way to work up a sweat isn’t it~? Why pump some iron when you can pump your girlfriend instead? *Wiggles eyebrows*

Jaune: *Tiredly chuckles* Much more fun, although I do seem to end up covered in more than just sweat by the end of it.

Neon: *Cackles* That just means you’re doing a great job! *Kisses Jaune’s jawline* My special reward for my special guy.

Jaune: *Kisses the top of her head* Only for you.

The two lay in peaceful silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other's presence. 

Neon: Hey Stud, are you sleeping yet?

Jaune: *Eyes closed, breathing steadily*

Neon: Jaune?

Jaune: *Eyes still closed, now gently snoring*

Neon: *Giggles. Scooting a little bit closer and whispers almost inaudibly* I think I’m falling in love with you.

Jaune: *Eyes shoot wide open*

Neon:

Jaune: *A smile slowly spreads on his face* What did you just say?

Neon: N-Nothing!

Jaune: *Grinning like an idiot* You just said something to me!

Neon: *Blushing* No I didn’t!

Jaune: *Giggling* You did!! You said you love me!

Neon: *Quickly trying to get up out of bed* I-I think I hear Ma calling me!

Jaune: No please! Wait! *Sitting up and catching her arm before she can make her escape* I’m sorry, but Neon do you mean it? Do you really?

Neon: *Incredibly bashful, fidgeting under Jaune’s big hopeful eyes* … Yeah. *Looks at him* I think I love you Jaune.

Jaune: *Tackles her into the bed, laughing happily as stuffed animals fly all over the room* I love you too!

Neon: R-Really?

Jaune: *Kissing her repeatedly* YES! Gods yes Neon, of course I love you.

Neon: Mmm~ G-Good! Mmm~ Because you better! Mmm~ But if you dare tell anyone I said “I love you” first, I WILL dump you!

Jaune: *Chuckles* Sure you will. *Start’s dragging his kisses lower*

Neon: I mean it you dork! Mmm~ Not a single… word… Oh Gods yes Baby. Mmm! That’s it! Taste the Rainbow!

[alwaysachorusgirl]

New Traditions

Pairing: Werewolf!Bishop x Witch!Reader

Word Count: 1836

For: covers the decorating square for @storiesofsvu holiday bingo

TW: none

Author's Note: a little holiday fic set in my Werewolf AU, because why not? Katt, my apologies for getting this in so close to the wire, mental exhaustion and lack of motivation had been a bitch.

Tags: @madamsnape921 @itsjustmyfantasyroom @prurientpuddlejumper @thatesqcrush @welcometothemxdhouse @raulesparza4eva @teamsladsandgents @rosequcrtz @thenamesnicolexo

You awoke to the sound of pots and pans and utensils clanking against one another, and the sound of soft music. You groaned as you reached for your phone to check the time and saw that your alarm hadn’t even gone off yet. You turned it off and rolled over to kiss your boyfriend “Good morning”, only to find his side of the bed empty. You were confused for a moment in your still sleepy state until the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, pancakes, and bacon came wafting through the slightly open bedroom door. You couldn’t help but smile as you realized where Bishop was, and what he was up to.

You stretched and rose from bed. You pulled on some pajama pants and quietly made your way to the bathroom to freshen up, before heading to the kitchen. You nearly melted at the sight when you saw Bishop, clad only in sweatpants, muscles and tattoos on full display, making breakfast in your small apartment kitchen. His hair was still a bit mussed from the night before, and he looked so soft and domestic and carefree. You wondered if any of his packmates knew that this side of him existed. At the Scrapyard, he was the boss; at the clubhouse, he was El Presidente, but here with you, he was just Bishop. Here with you he had the freedom to breathe with no club bullshit weighing down on his shoulders. He didn’t have to put the macho-tough guy front, and let you see the deeply flawed and vulnerable man underneath; and it made you love him that much more.

“I can feel you staring, querida.”

“Well, you know, a girl could used to seeing this first thing in the morning.”

“Well, that means my master plan is working,” he replied, smirking as he glanced at you over his shoulder. “Good morning, mi reina.”

“Good morning, handsome.” You sauntered over to him and wrapped your arms around his sturdy torso. Bishop let go of the frying pan handle so that one of his arms would be free to pull you into him. He placed kisses on your forehead, your nose, and then your lips, making you giggle.

“You sleep, okay?”

You nodded. “I always do when you’re around. You?”

“Like a rock,” he replied, flipping the pancakes. “I see you’re still wearing my shirt.”

“Well, you did say it looks better on me…”

“Oh, no argument there.” As far as he was concerned, you in his clothes was the sexiest fucking thing in the world, and nothing would ever convince him otherwise. He checked the pancakes and bacon one more time. “Pour yourself a cup of coffee, baby, breakfast is ready.”

“Thank goodness! Everything smells amazing!”

You prepared your coffee, while Bishop transferred the pancakes onto one plate and the bacon onto another. You rejoined him at the table and loaded up your plate with food. You were delighted to see that he’d made chocolate chip pancakes. You brought a forkful to your lips and moaned in pleasure at the first bite.

“Oh my goddess, you used the mint chocolate chips! My tastebuds are in paradise! I could eat these all day!”

“Thank you, mi reina, I know you have another long day ahead of you, and I just wanted to do something to make it a little bit better.”

“And you have no idea how much I appreciate that, thank you.”

Bishop took your hand and brought it to his lips, placing gentle kisses on your knuckles.

“Anything for you, mi reina; oh, and your proposal is on the agenda, and we will vote on it tomorrow at Templo. You know, as pack luna, you technically don’t need to go through all the formalities. You want something done, I can make sure it happens.”

“I know, but it’s your clubhouse. You and the guys spend more time there than I do, and I don’t anyone to feel like I’m stepping on their toes, or that I’m ignoring their feelings if they celebrate something other than Christmas, or don’t celebrate at all.”

“Mi reina, if you can decorate the clubhouse that way you did the bookstore, I don’t think you’re going to get any objections. I know you’ve been busy helping Matilda run the shop, but I’m surprised that you don’t have any decorations up around here yet.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s because I only brought my ornaments with me. I had a small 3-foot tree, but I left that, and the lights, and the garland back east. Jack and some of his brothers have kids, and I figured that they could use that stuff more, and it was one less thing for them ship here.”

“Oh, mi reina, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…”

You rose from your chair and sat back down on Bishop’s lap, encircling your arms his neck.

“It’s okay,” you said, shushing his with a kiss. “I’ll figure something out. 3-foot, pre-lit trees aren’t expensive. I can just go buy another one, when I have time and I’m not working in the shop or mixing custom blend herbal teas.”

“Mmm…yes, I’ll ask Taza to rush you more ingredients.”

“Thank you, babe, that would be a huge help.”

*********************

On the drive home to shower and get ready for work, Bishop started formulating a plan. It had broken his heart to learn that you’d left your decorations behind, and he was determined to do something about. He himself hadn’t celebrated Christmas since his son had died, but now he had you, and you had given him a second chance at happiness that he never thought he would get. And he was going to give you the best Christmas you’d ever had, and he would start with buying a tree and decorations.

He texted Hank and Coco as soon as he walked in the door, asking them to hold things down at the scrapyard while he ran an “unexpected” errand. He then quickly showered and dressed and started searching on his laptop. Due the local climate, Santo Padre wasn’t exactly flush with Christmas tree farms, so he checked nearby stores, looking for the best deal on fake pre-lit trees. It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for, and he was soon back in his truck and headed out to brave the holiday shopping crowds to acquire what he needed.

**********************

It was going on 7pm, and much to your relief, things were fairly calm at the bookstore. You’d had several deliveries that day, and Letty, who working part time to help out with holiday rush, was helping you unpack the boxes and organize everything. A lot of customers were ordering books to give as gifts, and the sooner you got the books unpacked and logged into the inventory system, the sooner you could start calling customers to come and pick up their orders.

“Ooo! Look at this one!” Squealed Letty, holding up a coffee table book containing full color photography of classic album covers and the stories behind them. “Some music lover out there is going to be really happy to see this under the tree! Hey! I think this whole box is full of them!”

“Two of them are probably the ones I ordered for Bishop and Hank,” you laughed. “Some of their favorite rock albums are in there, and they definitely won’t be expecting it.”

You heard the bell over the door and looked up to see Taza entering the shop and with a tray full of cups featuring the logo of the coffee shop across the street.

“Taza! Wasn’t expecting to see you tonight!”

“Evening ladies! I come bearing hot chocolate.” He placed the tray down on the counter in front of you and Letty. “Peppermint for you, smores with extra marshmallows for Letty, and dark chocolate raspberry for Matilda…” he looked around trying to spot your fellow witch.

“She’s restocking the back wall,” you told him.

“Someone call for me?” Matilda suddenly popped her head out from around a nearby shelf. “Well, hello, Taza…”

“Evening, Tilly,” he greeted her, turning on the charm, and handing her the hot chocolate. “For you, my lady.”

“Why, thank you, my good sir,” Matilda openly flirted right back.

Letty rolled her eyes. “Oh my god, just go on a date already you two!”

“I second that,” you agreed with her.

Taza chuckled and turned back to you. “I’m also here to relieve you and help out for the night. Bishop has a surprise waiting for you back at his place. And he said to bring your ornaments.”

You glanced over at Matilda. “That okay with you?”

“Absolutely! You deserve a break. Go! Have fun! Letty can handle things upfront, and Taza can help me restock the upper shelves along the wall.”

You thanked her for the unexpected night off, said goodnight to Letty and Taza, and grabbed your hot chocolate, jacket, and purse, and headed upstairs to your apartment to grab the ornaments.

***********************

You arrived at Bishop’s house in no time and let yourself in with your key. “Babe? I’m here!”

“In here, mi reina!”

You followed his voice into the living room, and nearly dropped the plastic storage bin containing your ornaments when you saw lie before you. A pre-lit tree, at least 6 feet tall was standing in the corner of the room. Bishop had a string of multi-colored lights draped around his neck that he was trying wrap around the tree.

“What is all this?” you asked, putting down the bin.

“It’s for you, mi reina,” removing the lights from around his neck, and moving over to you, and taking you in his arms. “There hasn’t been a Christmas tree in this house since my son died, but now, I want to start over. I want to make new traditions, with you, starting with this,” he gestured toward the tree, “if that’s okay with you…”

Tears in your eyes, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss, hoping that it conveyed all of the love and joy that was swimming in your heart.

“I love you, Obispo, this is the most wonderful thing that anyone’s ever done for me, thank you.”

“Anything for you, mi reina, I love you, too.”

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The next day at Templo:

“Okay, before we adjourn, we have one more item on the agenda: A proposal from the pack Luna, that she has asked us to take a vote on.”

Everyone at the table sat up a little straighter at the mention of you, and Bishop had to suppress a chuckle. He knew that they were doing it out of respect for you.

“Our Luna, would like to decorate the clubhouse for Christmas.”

There was a murmur of approval and the nodding of heads from around the table.

“Show of hands, all opposed?”

No one raised their hands.

“All in favor?”

Every hand shot up in unison.

“Well, then, I’d say that’s unanimous. Motion approved; we are adjourned.”

[thedarklinkfell]

Why the Ace Ops keep losing to RWBY:

They’re supposed to be incredibly powerful, but they’ve lost against RWBY and Penny twice now. I’ve seen a few people asking why so I thought I’d just throw my ideas into the mix!

Off the bat, I think there’s three key points to this:

The Ace Ops have been operating in an idealistic, well funded scenario for years

The Ace Ops do not consider each other friends 

The Ace Ops have a complex towards team RWBY; they underestimated them and got emotional

Under the cut (that I really hope works for mobile users!) I’ll go into a bit more detail

1)

Okay so off the bat, the Ace Ops have been operating in an ideal scenario for a long time. Firstly, Atlas has incredible access to technology. This has likely reduced the need to actually fight anyone properly for a long time. Ironwood has inanimate robots who can be sent in to do most of the fighting, without risk to any human lives. We know that this is the case because lots of Atlas citizens express that they don’t need huntsmen because the military will protect them.

Further reducing the need to fight is the fact that we seem them using the Atlas handcuffs which they can throw at people from a distance in order to catch them. With a surprise attack, this is impossible to defend against – we saw this when they caught our main characters at the start of V7. When it comes to human enemies, these handcuffs provide an incredibly easy, typically fight-free way to stop them. When it comes to grimm, the technology they have lets them send disposable robots to fight them most of the time.

Together, these things are products of incredibly sophisticated technology that reduces the need to fight frequently. It means that, outside of training, the Ace Ops aren’t getting consistent practise in real-world scenarios.

Let’s compare this to team RWBY, who have been fighting grimm & humans in the real world nearly every day for around two years. They have experience in multiple different terrains and have experienced battle without their normal weapons, with damaged weapons, and incredibly unpredictable scenarios without ability to retreat. They’re not perfect, and improved a lot over their time in Atlas, but they’ve been clocking up consistent hours and muscle memory for a long time. It let them improve faster.

 2)

This point is far less relevant, but it’s still important re: their operation. From the start, the writers placed great emphasis on the fact that the Ace Ops are not friends. They’re prepared to turn on each other if it means following orders. @gravitywhatgravity (link to post in replies!) pointed out that during the fight with Penny, Vine catches Marrow and throws him back onto the ledge. In comparison, Ruby gently puts Blake and Weiss down, checking they’re okay before she keeps fighting. Little details like this are important: it helps protect their auras for longer, and it also meant they were in a position to keep fighting straight away.

Also (and I don’t necessarily have much evidence to support this), but if the Ace Ops don’t know each other on an emotional level, they’ll struggle to predict how each other is going to fight when fights get messy and unpredictable. They seem to call directions to each other slightly more frequently than Team RWBY, who have a lot more silent communication.  

3)

An incredibly minor point but Harriet especially is constantly calling RWBY names, but unlike when someone like Neon Katt does it, she’s doing it out of anger, rather than to throw team RWBY off. Which isn’t a good sign for her emotional state. She’s frustrated and relying on sort of childish jabs. They’re upset that people so much younger than them could challenge them; and this appears to be making them feel incredibly inadequate. Getting emotional means a worse performance.

Have you ever noticed how all of the Ace Ops bar Marrow have tried to use manipulation as a tactic at some point? Qrow even calls Clover out on it.

 Anyway thanks for reading, and please let me know if I’ve got anything wrong!