#rwby glynda

[juanarc-thethird]

What do you say?~

Jaune: *On one knee with a bouquet of roses*

Glynda: Jaune, I'm flattered, but I'm old enough to be your mother.

Jaune: And I'm old enough to turn you into one~💕

Glynda: *red* Oh my! (Damn, he's good~💕)

[elcuervoborracho]

Solid-State Semblance

[idk-iposteverythingiwant]

Miss her

[thislongstandinggrudge]

"She is the epitome of the "strict and sexy teacher," so she was a lot of fun to design. Who doesn't like a witch in a tight mini-skirt, high heels, pulled-up hair, glasses, and a whip? (LOL)."

[spahhzy]

Black Sheep.

Jaune was carrying Neo, who was just about to be executed for her long list of crimes against the kingdom of Vale, looking as he heard a stir amongst the crowd below. Neo tilted her head.

Jaune: Bout time Roman.

Roman dusted himself off as he looked up at the execution stand to where his partners were.

Roman: It's hard to do anything flashy when you charge head-on like that, you moron!

Neo was happy, ecstatic even to see that her best friend was alive and well!

Jaune smiled as he then noticed more Valean guards forming from behind him.

Jaune: Alright, here ya go!

Jaune lifted Neo over his head with one arm, much her embarrassment, but that was soon replaced by confusion and then realization at what he was planning on doing.

Neo: 'YOU ARE NOT GOING TO THROW YOUR GIRLFRIEND ARE YOU!?'

Roman: Wait-wait hold on now don't you think-

Jaune: Catch!

And with a windup, he simply tossed the little mute like a baseball. The siight,if not for the circumstances, was comical.

Smol girl thrown by toll boy.

Roman: Jaune, you bastard!!

Was all Roman got out before being smacked by Neo body, the force sending him to the ground.

Neo was the first fo recover.

Neo: I am going to MURDER YOU! '🤬🔪😨

Roman recovered soon after.

Roman: You idiot!

Jaune smiled before seeing from behind one Glynda Goodwitch walking up from behind.

Jaune turns back to Roman.

Jaune: Take Neo and get out of here, Roman.

Roman: Eh? What about you!

Jaune: I'll catch up.

Roman: Oh no, don't you dare start doing sad movie tropes!

Jaune: I'll catch up, I promise, sides, I have an anniversary gift I gotta give Neo, can't do that from a cell, can I?

Neo blushed but still had a crossed look on her face, as Roman helped her up to her feet.

Roman: You better be right behind us, moron.

Roman began to leave, but Neo looked unsure.

Roman: C'mon Neo, If anyone is going to keep his word, it's Jaune.

Neo still looked unsure, but reluctantly, she followed behind Roman.

Glynda saw the two fleeing and was going to stop them but was cut off by Jaune.

Jaune: Eye's with me deputy.

Glynda: You could have had such a promising future Jaune, if you took Ozpins deal, you could have done your family proud.

Jaune: It's always what I gotta do for everyone else and not what's best for me.

Glynda: And what's best for you aligning with criminals and mingling with a psychopath?

Jaune: What can I say? I was always the black sheep of my family.

[knightfall-4-life]

Knightfall For Life 3

The final battle between the forces of Remnant and Salem's army has begun. Realizing this might be her last chance to say anything, Cinder decides to seize the opportunity at hand.

Cinder: *grabs Jaune's arm* Jaune, will you marry me?!

Jaune: *shocked* I don't think now's the best time, Cinder!

Jaune pushes the Fall Maiden out of the way of an Ursa's attack before killing it in a single blow

Cinder: *incinerates a rapidly approaching Sabyr to ashes* Now may be the only time!

Jaune: *ducks under a lunge from a Beowolf before decapitating it*

Cinder: *grabs Jaune arm before pulling him close* I love you, Jaune Arc, and I've made my choice. What's yours?

Jaune: *looks lovingly into Cinder's eye* Professor Goodwitch! Marry us!

Glynda: *fending off a dozen Grimm all by herself* I'm a little busy at the moment!

Jaune and Cinder: *performs a combo attack on a Death Stalker*

Cinder: Goodwitch, now!

Glynda: *levitating a boulder before crushing an Ursa Major with it* Fine, then!

Cinder incinerates a pair of Sabyrs behind Jaune while Jaune cleaves an Ursa Major in half.

Glynda: Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today! *sends a Death Stalker flying towards a Nevermore* To rid this world of its' darkness!

Cinder: Jaune Arc, will you take me as your wife?

Jaune: *an expression of pure joy* I do!

Cinder: *mirrors his smile* Fantastic!

Jaune: *still grabbing Cinder's hand, he kills a juvenile Nevermore* Cinder Fall, do you take me, in sickness or in health - with health being the least likely - to be your lawfully wedded husband?

Cinder: *forms an ice spear from thin air before using it to impale a pair of Sabyrs* I do!

Glynda: *rips a Nevermore in half* As Headmistress of Beacon, I now pronounce you-!

A Gryphon charging towards the blonde met its untimely end as Glynda lifted it from the ground before flinging it at a nearby Berringel.

Glynda: You may now kiss- *growling, uses her Semblance to rip a Berringel in half* Just kiss!

Jaune and Cinder: *pulls each other close before sharing a deep kiss in the middle of the battlefield*

Nearby, Yang, Blake, Zwei, Nora, and Ren were able to witness the impromptu ceremony.

YBNRZ: Awww.

[nyxisdangerous]

My semblance is to fucking kill you

[yangfanbb]

Mommy?... Sorry... Mommy?... Sorry

[lemon-butters]

A/N: Took me forever to finally write again after procrastinating. I also named my Ironwitch baby girl from my last story. (her name's revealed in this story)

The wail of a newborn tore through the stillness of the night, fracturing the silence that had settled over the household like a delicate frost. James' eyelids fluttered open, his senses immediately on high alert. Duty called, not as a Headmaster or General but as a father, from the small nursery down the hall, where his daughter's cries echoed with an urgency that tugged at his heartstrings.

With the grace of a man who'd navigated far darker terrains, he slipped from beneath the warmth of the covers, leaving behind the softness of shared slumber with his wife. The hardwood floor greeted his bare feet as he padded silently across the room. His tall frame, often clad in the crisp uniform of command, now bore only the rumpled edges of his pajamas, which whispered against his skin as he moved.

Upon entering the nursery, the soft glow of the nightlight painted shadows that danced along the walls, and for a moment. James approached the crib where his daughter lay, her tiny fists clenched and flailing as she continued to cry out into the darkness.

James reached down, his large hands cradling her tiny body with a tenderness that belied his imposing stature. As he lifted her, her wails subsided into sniffles, as if she recognized the safety enveloping her. And when her large blue eyes—mirror images of his own—found his face, something within him shifted like tectonic plates deep beneath the earth's surface.

In those wide, innocent eyes, he saw reflected not only his features but also the weight of a newfound love that was both exhilarating and terrifying in its intensity. It was a love that made him feel vulnerable in ways no enemy ever had, breaking through his armor and reaching the very core of his being.

"Hey there, my brave girl," he whispered, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he held her close, feeling her heart beat against his own. Her gaze locked onto his and at that moment. A father was awed by the life he held in his arms—a life he would protect with every fiber of his being.

James descended the stairs with a grace that belied his towering height, the weight of his daughter cradled gently in his arms. Each step was taken with the care of a man navigating uncharted territory, every bit the seasoned soldier on a nocturnal mission of utmost importance.

He crept into the kitchen's dim light, fetching the bottle and formula. As he scooped and measured, the silence was perforated by the soft rustle of her squirming movements, her tiny fists waving like flags of ceaseless determination.

With calculated precision, James tested the warmth of the milk against the back of his hand.

Turning, he made his way to the living room, where the black recliner sat in the muted glow of the nightlights. He eased into the chair, the leather calm and unyielding beneath him, and brought the baby to his chest. Her blue eyes peered up at him with an intensity that commanded his full attention.

"Shh," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as he offered her the bottle. She latched on eagerly, her hunger momentarily quelling the restlessness that had stirred her from sleep.

James studied her features as she fed—the delicate arch of her brow, the sweep of her lashes casting crescent shadows on her cheeks. With each suckling sound, a profound sense of wonder washed over him. He was lost in contemplation, adrift in the vast ocean of her needs and desires in the stillness of the pre-dawn hours.

His thumb brushed her cheek, a gentle gesture that spoke volumes. The darkness around them seemed to recede.

The house's quiet enveloped them, a cocoon from which James hoped neither would have to emerge too soon.

Glynda Goodwitch stirred, the sheets whispering against her skin as she turned in bed. The world was still shrouded in the soft hues of dawn, painting the room with a tender light that promised a new day. Her mind lingered in the remnants of sleep, those precious moments before full consciousness took hold. But tranquility was short-lived; a cramp tightened in her chest, pulling her from the cusp of dreams into stark reality.

She placed a hand on her breast, the sensation both achingly familiar and startling—a reminder of the life depending on her. With sudden clarity, Glynda realized she had slept through the night without tending to her daughter's needs. The rhythm of motherhood had been disrupted, and her body responded with insistent discomfort.

Rising from the warmth of their shared bed, the cool morning air brushed against her skin. She slipped into her slippers, the soft padding sound following her as she glided across the wooden floor towards the nursery. Her heart, usually so composed under pressure, now beat with a different urgency.

The nursery door creaked gently as Glynda opened it, but the crib lay empty, untouched by the slumbering innocence she expected to find. A flicker of concern sparked within her but was quickly extinguished by her trust in James. He would be there for their daughter as he stood steadfast for all who relied on him.

Descending the staircase, Glynda's senses heightened. The faintest aroma of sterilized bottles mingled with the comforting scent of home. As she reached the last step, her gaze fell upon the living room, where shadows and light played in a quiet dance.

In the embrace of the black recliner was James, his tall frame softened in repose. Their daughter lay nestled against his chest, her tiny form rising and falling with each peaceful breath. In this tableau of fatherly devotion, the strength and scars of the man she knew blurred into the moment's tenderness.

"James," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.

His eyelids fluttered open, an instinctual response from a man whose life demanded constant vigilance. Even in the depths of fatigue, he was always the protector, ready to awaken at the slightest call. His dark blue eyes met hers, clouded with sleep but clear with affection.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice rough with the remnants of rest.

"Let me take Artemisia," Glynda said softly, her hands reaching out with practiced ease.

[twisting-echo]

Glynda Goodwitch (RWBY) x General Grawl (Planet 51) moodboard.

Requested by @gisellestoons

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[iamafanofcartoons]

I was speaking to @dappercat123 about RT and CRWBY being pressed for time with regards to fleshing out certain scenes, and I realized that one thing RWBY Ice Queendom tried to do with show Taiyang reacting to Ruby stopping Roman’s armed robbery of an old man’s store.

Or Ruby meeting his former mentor.

How do you folks think that would have gone?

Art by legendfofremnant

https://www.deviantart.com/legendofremnant/art/RWBY-Scene-Tai-enters-the-Police-station-862818800

[juanarc-thethird]

What if...

Jaune is the key to defeating Salem ------------

Ozpin, taking control of Oscar's body, watches from afar as Jaune is telling the children about his adventures in the Ever After. Behind him comes a worried Glynda looking at the same scene.

Glynda: So when the time comes…Jaune must die?

Ozpin: Yes…

Ozpin checks his phone, showing copies of writings that talk about what really happened in the Ever After with Jaune written by Lewis. Secrets that only he and his intimate group know what they mean.. Documents that he had in his possession long before he met Jaune.

Ozpin: Yes… he must die.

Glynda: You kept him alive so that he would die at the appropriate time.

Ozpin raises his gaze back to Jaune and watches as he makes the children laugh with his silly imitations of his friends.

Glynda: You cared for him like a pig for the slaughter.

Ozpin: Don't tell me now that you've grown fond of him? *He says with a cold tone*

Glynda just stays silent, looking at Jaune with pain. Knowing very well what is at stake.

[anironwitch]

I am posting a short part of my fic: Some aftercare after Valentines day. In the attempts to finish this fic, this year. (OCPD and Dsygraphia make writing fics and my confidence a bitch.)

Here's a 270 word ficlet of a Florist and Tattoo Palour Ironwitch AU:

Valentine's Day is always a busy period for a flower shop.

This is THE peak holiday after the winter solstice and other holidays, with the shift from cuetlaxochitl, mistletoe, and holly to the invasion of roses soaking everything in the shop. Luckily, there were early commissions that kept the fridge. 

All filled to the brim and prepared to fend off anyone with a slight pollen allergy.

 Though some of the customers can be vexing, especially the walk-ins, it was always fun to see the regulars. 

The elementary school students clinging to their parents while buying flowers for their teachers, someone surprising their partner or friend with flowers, someone buying flowers for them themselves, and the plant parent collecting a new child.

Valentine's Day was busy in the tattoo parlor.

G O D S, there was a policy of no walk-ins her apprenticeship taught her that.. At the start of the month, there were appointments for the month, especially for Saints' Day. So she had a list of her work for the month set. In keeping with the holiday, it was usually a bombardment of roses, hearts, and "I love yous." There was the occasional inside joke and the cover-ups of an old lover's name.

As the month rolled on, both of them faded into the backstage crew to keep the holiday running as the influx of hearts and roses the question always came up.

"What are we doing for Valentine's Day?”

It was a natural question to ask, but honestly to avoid the nonstop reminder of work of someone who was in the thick of it,

 Until this year.

[softly-potter]

friends

Summary: Glynda makes a weak attempt at telling Ozpin how she feels.

Pairing: Ozpin x Glynda

Word Count: 670

Warning: none

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The door to his office is slightly ajar, and Glynda takes this as a good sign. She pauses, giving herself the once over, pressing her hair down and pushing her glasses into place before she knocks once, and pushes the door open.

Ozpin glances up from his notes, smiles before he looks back down. “Good evening, Glynda.”

Glynda nods once, twists her mouth. “Good evening, headmaster.”

“All students accounted for?”

She nods, clasping her hands together in front of her. “Yes. Qrow was out of bed, of course but I managed to wrangle him to stay if he wanted to avoid another detention.”

Ozpin lets out a low snort, shakes his head. “He’ll make a fine huntsman one day if he could listen to simple instructions. Although, which one of us did at his age?”

“Well, I never found it difficult.” Glynda comments awkwardly. Ozpin sets down his pen, brackets his fingers in front of him and a warm smile graces his features.

“Not all of us come by obedience naturally, I suppose.” He says softly, the spectacles on his face slipping and he pushes them back into place.

“I… suppose not.” she replies, and he hums, his eyes trained on her. Glynda shifts, the quietness making her warm beneath her collar.

Ozpin stands, the flames from his hearth bouncing off his brown and gray hair. The gray was becoming more prominent, and she can’t deny she finds it even more endearing. He rounds the corner of his desk, leaning against the edge of it before folding his arms.

“Is there… something I could be of assistance to you with?”

Glynda licks her lips, feels her stomach burn with nervous energy.

“Ozpin, I…” she tries but her voice falters. He looks at her patiently, green eyes seemingly cutting through her. “I just… um…”

Ozpin sets his jaw, and holds up a hand. She gratefully snaps her mouth shut. Pushing from the table, he takes a few steps until he’s in front of her, a good few feet taller thus making her look up.

“I do hope you know how very dear to me you are,” Ozpin says smoothly. “Running this academy has been anything but easy. I haven't the faintest clue as to how I'd run it without you. Although, I doubt I've shown my appreciation well, I do have it. Appreciation for you, I mean.”

He reaches up, and tucks a blonde curl behind her ear, his fingers cool as they skim her face.

Glynda smiles, her cheeks feeling rosy. “Thank you headmaster.”

Ozpin nods, takes a step back. “Of course. I think sometimes the… value of friendship is so under-recognized that we sometimes think of it as something else. Try to label it as something else.” he says, careful in his annunciation. “And I'd never be able to run this school without the help of my friends.”

Glynda dips her chin in agreement, and it takes every muscle in her face to keep her smile going. “I couldn't agree more.”

Ozpin grins and turns to walk around his desk, settles in his chair. “Good. I’m glad we agree.”

“Y-yes, we do.” She says, hating her nervous stutter. She backpedals from the room, raising a hand in retreat. “Have a good night, headmaster.”

“And you as well, Glynda.”

When she closes the door behind her, Glynda lets out a shaky breath. Her back aches from how straight she had been standing, and she slumps, crosses her arms over her chest before she walks slowly from his office to make her way home.

Inside his room, Ozpin listens to the light echo of Glynda’s retreating footsteps and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He rubs his tired eyes before resetting his glasses, and pours over the documents before him, trying to focus his attention.

“Never again,” he says to himself, repeating the mantra he’s lived by for the past several years now, the mantra he has to say whenever Glynda is within his vicinity. “Never again. No matter who.”

[theluckyrabbitfoot]

Ladies, gentlemen and people, I’d like to introduce you to the 3 best Glinda’s/Glynda’s to ever exist.

[spahhzy]

Glynd: Next up is Jaune Arc, and he was pretty impressive in today's warm-ups, don't you think Professor?

Port: Right, you are Glynda. Let's have-dear god!

Jaune:

Glynda/Port: 😨😨

Jaune shakes his head, looking a little dizzy.

Port: Oh God he's still going!

Jaune falls on his face after taking a few steps forward.

Port: Oh, he must be feeling very stupid.

Glynda: I don't think he's feeling anything from the neck down.