#rwby verse

[itashiro-hitsuchiha]

Starter Call

Like this post for a starter with my RWBY OC Shade

Important notes: Shade is a villain with low morals and has no problems doing certain things. He is also very powerful so overpowering him will not be easy. So it's best to say either have a villain muse ready and/or consider what things may be done to your muse. Tread carefully. Feel free to ask me for more details if you want to know more before committing.

[sins-of-warriors]

New Year sex 2 M/F from Yang (nice after-Christmas gift)

New Year Sex 2M/F

Tryndamere grunt as he felt his bombshell of girlfriend going up and down his harden shaft, his hands resting in her hips as he let the blonde set the phase this time "night.. yes... Just like that my love... What do you love to ride the most... Me...nor your Bumbulby bike more?" He chuckle knowing it was such an unfair question as he surprise her with an upward thrust of his powerful hips.

@strayedfables 2 of 2

[mysticjourneys]

Careful For What Lurks

@a-fantastic-time (closed rp)

Reports saying of Grimm that looked human was romaning about, attacking other Grimm or wild life. These were just rumors, and they weren't Pyrrha's or Jaune's concern, as they were to be guards for a village that was to be rebuilt. Team JNPR was all up for the task, being able to stay in comfortable sheds for a few days. It wasn't a vacation, however, as Grimm would appear, passing by and just finding the civilization.

This would lead for the team to take shifts. Tonight, Pyrrha and Jaune would be on watch on the outskirts of the village. It was getting late, and it was just the two of them at night, nothing but the flora and fauna amdist the woods. They were alone, or so they think.

[cawckys-multi]

“You’re my friend. You didn’t know that?” James @ Qrow

He gives James a sardonic little scoff, kicking his legs up and taking a quick swig of his flask before capping it again.

"Y'got a funny way of showing it sometimes, Jimmy. But I guess I should be honored. Man of your kind, sometimes I'm surprised you can even say the F word."

He's teasing. Mostly. Some days he really believes those words though.

[incorrect-spiderverse]

*Miles, Pavitr, Hobie, and Gwen chatting*

Spot: "What do you think you’re doing?"

Miles: "We’re TRYING to have a team meeting, thank you very little."

Pavitr: "Yeah! Team ears only."

Spot: " We’re in the middle of a fight!"

Hobie: "And we’re in the middle of a conversation! What don’t you get about that?"

[rwac96]

What if Spider-Man, Peter Parker, meets Spider-Arc when he crosses dimensions?

Spider-Man: *blinks, unmasked* "So, you're this Earth's Spider-Man?"

Spider-Arc: *unmasked as well* "Remnant, technically, and yes, I am."

Spider-Man: *scratches at his hair* "Okay, I gotta say, you make yellow & black work, and you're not an X-Man."

Spider-Arc: *confused* "Who?"

[on-dragons-wings]

He could almost feel himself wince at the mention of the fall of beacon. The greatest mistake he had ever made. Still, all he could do was keep moving forward. Wine certainly helped with that prospect.

"Ironically she's better now than she was when she first enrolled... I'd say something like what happened gives one perspective, but she was recovering and becoming a kinder person long before Beacon fell."

"My name is Xaos." He could only hope she wasn't familiar with his fugitive status. With his mistakes after Beacon fell. "Oh, don't get me wrong, Weiss was certainly... Well, you know. At first, but who hasn't acted in ways they regret?"

[kiyomides]

Spider Vi VS Spider Yang (sort of consumed by Venom-Blake) This is one crazy hbd gift lmao I almost died

[shadowman-arts]

An old meme, but still a lot of fun

[itashiro-hitsuchiha]

New RWBY Villain OC

Shade Blanc (FC Sephiroth)

Age: ??? (Looks early 20s)

Height: 6'5"

Race: Grimm enhanced Faunus (eagle)

Sexuality: straight

Home region: Atlas

Affiliations: None

Personality: Cold, alluring, calculating, confident, arrogant

Aura color: Black

Background: Shade was born in Atlas and was training to become an Altesian soldier some time before Ironwood would be in charge. At that time some of the scientists were working on an experiment to grant some soldiers the power of the Grimm to enhance their capability in combat and especially to be able to sense where they're at. Out of all the subjects that were there, only Shade survived the ordeal. He suffered an accident at a young age that ended with him losing one of his wings. His life wasn't pleasant before or after he went through the treatment. They initially wanted to use faunus as test subjects before using it on humans but after the success with Shade he was quick to destroy the facility. His physical abilities were enhanced beyond the calculated thresholds and his sanity drastically waned. He soon grew resentful towards Atlas and the world as a whole and so put his newfound strength towards a goal of destruction. He managed to keep an aura and the Grimm modifications is only known by the unusual blackness in his wing as well as his hair becoming a silvery white, and occasionally he seeps with darkness when he's pushed. His rampaging didn't last too long before he was subdued by a warrior with silver eyes, despite his power and combat ability he is still susceptible to those with Silver eyes. After his defeat he was sealed away in a secret facility somewhere beyond Mantle. Through sheer happenstance the facility lost power and his seal was broken and thus he was free. He doesn't remember much of his past, nor does he care. He simply wanders looking for a warrior who can match him. He is open to working with others should they interest him. They sought to create the ultimate super soldier. And they succeeded.

Weapon: Grimm Saber- a simple design. A 6 foot long katana style sword. It's balance is a challenge for anyone other than Shade to handle. He can enhance this sword to inflict extra damage to one's aura and hinder their healing from their aura using his Grimm powers. Aside from this he also utilizes dust in various ways.

Semblance: Dustesis- the ability to manipulate dust beyond normal comprehension. Raw dust is much easier to control with this ability and Shade can even combine dusts together for an amplified affect. His favorite use is to mix gravity dust with fire dust to create fireballs to through. He can make several of them at once to hurl and can even draw nearby dust towards him to manipulate. The only caviate is that it needs to be pure dust that is either raw or refined but not mixed with anything else such as clothing, weapons, etc.

@freeusemuses hope you like him.

[mysticjourneys]

A Raven On Velvet

@a-fantastic-time (closed rp)

It was the evening, and the sunset was approaching as Raven's tribe was out scouting for supplies. They were hunting what they could find to last them the winter. One of the scouts found smoke in the distance. Perhaps a fool had started a fire and set up camp. This was enough for them to head out and investigate.

Upon their arrival, they would come across the campsite, off to the side were piles of dead animals being used for meat. A lone figure sat at the campsite, or so they thought, as when one of the tribesmen fired to kill them, it was just logs and covers.

Pouncing from the trees was a woman with black hair, clothes tattered with her legs having robotic limbs. Her yellow eyes had a furious gaze as she drew a blade from her gauntlet out, pointing it to their leader as her knee had one of Raven's men pinned down and nearly crushed their neck.

This was currently a stalemate, seeing who would make the first move. However, this person before Raven was not just a wild woman, but someone long thought dead. Yet, she didn't know who Raven was under that mask she wore.

"I heard there were bandits around here. You must be them," the fellow dark haired woman said.

[incorrect-spiderverse]

Miguel: "If you were one of my men, I'd have you shot."

Hobie: "If I was one of your men, I'd shoot myself."

[sins-of-warriors]

Tryndamere had lisent to the rumours of a late night cabaret where a new hit singer was hitting it out of the park, gorgeous and with an angelic voice that would put anyone onto its knees, so of course he had to see if it where true.

He managed to snatch a front row seat and a bottle of the house wine when the announcer presented the star of the night, resting on the back of his seat he followed the Faunus woman in the night dress and began to lisent carefully, but for some reason on the back of his head the singer looked familiar.

As she began to sing the mercenary couldn't take away his eyes and ears from her, every note, every motion and swing of her body was mesmerising, and for a brief moment their eyes met he felt a bolt of electricity shock him, still a sensation of familiarity poke his guts.

He sends tips and drinks to the performance, cheering and clapping her songs and show and received he after it with a bouquet "amazing, the rumours get shirt in your voice and beauty Lady Nightshade... Would you fancy a backstage meeting?"

Open RP Starter: The Milfadonna's Moonlighting

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, the voice you all came here to see. The lady of the night, the cat that caught the songbird, Lady Nightshade herself~!"

Kali heard the rising cheers from behind the curtain, and her lips curled into a smile. As the curtains rose, she stepped forward with an elegant flair, bowing and blowing kisses to the adoring fans in the crowd. A wave of euphoria and excitement rolled over her—this, this was what she lived for. This nightclub, this stage, and those in the crowd that stared at her like she was the most gorgeous woman in the world...this was what she loved.

It was something Ghira had never understood. She loved her husband, of course, but he just didn't understand her love of music. So, when he'd started getting busy with the White Fang and running Kuo Kuana, and neglecting her a bit...she'd started coming here. Moonlighting as a cabaret singer for the late night patrons. And...she loved it, so much. For once, in all her years being with her husband, she felt like she was finally being herself.

[best-female-villain-tournament]

Round 3b

[novankenn]

May I have this Dance?

/==/ In French mythology or folklore, Dames Blanches (meaning literally white ladies) were female spirits or supernatural beings. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dames_blanches)

/==/

The attack on Beacon had been resisted and routed, but at a high cost in life. Civilian, emergency workers, soldiers, students, huntsmen, all paid a horrifically steep price for the safety and preservation of Vale.

Yet to Pyrrha there was a single loss that was an anathema for her. Her partner, the vibrant young woman she had grown from crushing on to loving completely, was gone. Her future erased by Cinder Fall. Ozpin tried to comfort the red-haired champion, but all his words about noble, heroic and valiant sacrifice, tasted like ash. The words were meaningless. Offered no comfort.

When Cinder had appeared, Joan acted without hesitation. Charging the demonic woman, making her shift her aim from the pods to Joan. Pyrrha didn't remember much after seeing Cinder's black arrow impale Joan through the throat. Pyrrha couldn't recall anything up to the point she was cradling Joan's body. Willing with everything inside her for Joan's aura to spark back to life. To seal the viciously cruel wound.

Pyrrha didn't care that Ozpin had bested Cinder. Mortally wounding the demonic woman. All she wanted was to hear Joan's musical voice. To see her angelic smile. Cinder had robbed Pyrrha of both, and then Joan's very essence of life. It took Pyrrha's teammates, Nora, and Ren, plus Joan's own Aunt Glynda Goodwitch to get Pyrrha to release her grip upon Joan's body.

For the remainder of the night, Pyrrha sat in the medical tent, clenching Joan's cold stiff hand, as she repeatedly whispered promises of love and journeys home to family. Cradled in the restraining brace of openly weeping Glynda, Pyrrha screamed and raged when Joan's body was taken away, to finally succumb to her emotional pain and physical exhaustion.

As the clean up began, Pyrrha remained silent and sequestered herself in the temporary lodgings that had been assigned to her team. Her tears were dry now, her body having finally run out of them. Pyrrha couldn't remember what day it was, and to be honest she didn't care. Without Joan, everything felt so empty, valueless.

Glynda said nothing when she arrived. On her hip hung Crocea Mors, in her hands a bronze urn etched with the Arc family crest.

"I want you," Glynda spoke with a cracking voice. "to watch over her until we can take her home. Can you?

Pyrrha nodded silently as she reached up and accepted the urn. The tears she thought were gone, returning anew. Barely able to function Pyrrha with Glynda's assistance placed the urn upon the table next to Pyrrha's bed. Glynda following with placing Crocea Mors beside it.

"When?" Pyrrha managed to force out.

"Two days." Glynda replied. As he pulled Pyrrha into a side hug and kissed the top of her head. "Two days."

Pyrrha didn't even register the passage of time or the trip. Her world was now the cold bronze urn clutched to her chest. At the Arc homestead, they were all greeted as family. Ren and Nora finding comfort in sharing stories of Joan with her sisters. Pyrrha couldn't. She couldn't speak, all she could do was hold the urn against her heart, praying to both the brothers that Joan could feel the love she still bore in her shattered heart.

"Pyrrha?" Jasmine, Joan's mother addressed her. Glynda standing beside her. "Can you come with us?"

Pyrrha didn't replied, she just stood woodenly stood up, clutching the urn close. The two women, blood relations to Joan, gently placed warm hands upon her shoulders. She never saw the nod Glynda and Jasmine gave Joan's father Nicholas. She never noticed how he shifted attention so none would notice the departing trio.

It was a slow, and silent walk through a well kept woodland trail, that ended at the edge of a pond, at the center of which was a small island. On the island, in fact taking up the entirety of it was a garden, surrounded by a low stone fence. The feature of the garden a majestic and stately Weeping Willow. In the sky above the first stars were becoming visible.

"Every member of the Arc clan, who has passed, has their ashes spread here." Jasmine quietly informed Pyrrha. "That Willow has been in this place before the Great War."

Pyrrha was barely listening.

"The Arc's believe it will remain until the end of their line." Glynda offered. "Jasmine, Nicholas and I spoke. We think Joan would have wished for you to spread her ashes here."

Pyrrha looked as the pair of women wearing comforting but sorrowful smiles. Pyrrha swallowed, and sniffled, a fresh batch of tears threatening to spill from her puffy eyes.

"It's okay, Pyrrha." Jasmine spoke, while gently guiding her to the stone bridge that allowed access to the island. "It's what Joan would have wanted."

"It's okay." Glynda added.

Pyrrha swallowed and took a tentative step forward followed by another and another. The tip was maybe twenty feet, but it felt like miles to Pyrrha. Standing before the ageless Willow Tree, Pyrrha swallowed again before opening the urn.

"I love you, Joan." Pyrrha choked out, before tipping the urn and spilling its contents about the roots of the tree. "I love you, and I miss you... I miss you so much..."

Pyrrha stood there for a few more minutes, silently trying to gather the strength for the return trip to the shore. For one final walk away from Joan, and what their future could have been. The urn fell from Pyrrha's nerveless hands, at the ethereal figure standing before her upon the bridge. Draped in the purest of white ballgowns was Joan, smiling at her.

"Joan?" Pyrrha squeaked out.

"May I have this dance my lady?" Joan's musical voice touched Pyrrha's ears. With shaking steps Pyrrha approached and reached out her hands.

"Yes." Pyrrha sobbed out. "Yes."

Glynda, and Jasmine watched as Joan and Pyrrha slowly began to move about. Their steps in perfect unison, as they glided about the narrow bridge. The sound of footsteps alerted to the arrival of the others. Glynda and Jasmine reached out and took Athena Nikos' hands. Squeezing them gently. Standing off just a little behind the trio of women, was Ren and Nora, Nicholas Arc's strong but comforting hands upon their shoulders.

They all watched as Pyrrha and Joan danced, and danced. Pyrrha's tears of sorrow being replaced with joy. Joan's radiant smile never faltering.

"I love you Joan."

"I love you Pyr. Now and forever."

No one said a single word as they continued to watch the pair of women continued to dance, sharing their love and joy with each other. Showing those who were witness the purity genuineness of their love.

"I love you Pyrrha." Athena whispered as the first rays of dawn stretched out over the horizon, and the pair of young women, lost in each other's eyes faded from sight. "I'll love you, always."

/==/

💕Dedicated to Everyone I have Lost over the Years, both Family and Friends. I miss you.💕

/==/

/==> Jaunes of the Monster-Verse Collection <==\

(A/N - This one was hard for me to write, but I needed to get this out. Last week I lost a good friend from work and I found today that the night before she passed she was planning on calling me. She was good friend and I miss her. So I spent half of this crying about memories of her and other people I really miss... My apologies if this post is a mess.)

[howlofthewolf]

A few weeks later, Wolf sent Blake a text.

Text: our box arrived ;)

He smiled to himself, seeing the box in the middle,of his living quarters. Oh, this was going to be fun.

@littlesuncat