#tauradonna

[brokentrafficknight]

Never ask a White Fang member the race of her boyfriend

[stanlunter]

What's the point of shipping if your favourite ship isnt hated by the half of the fandom?

[bullandkittycat]

🧁: husbant you spent all our money on faunus activism we are homeress

[alibirn]

私设HP AU

最后一张是改图

[uccl]

改了一些東西在這裡發一下🥺

想了一些小設定故事什麼的，不過稀碎所以就算了🙃

[do-you-ship-it-polls]

Do you ship it?

[chayee]

天才的挖洞设计，看得唧唧硬硬的

[thisdonutguy]

I couldn't get it out of my head for so long

[blackknight300]

RWBY Ships Song Match-up

I have been looking for songs I think fit RWBY ship's. Here's a few I found that I thought fits these ship's. Feel free to add to it

Renora:

Bumblebee:

Sunflakes:

lancaster(Frist Date):

Lancaster (Proposal):

Dragonslayer:

Whiteknight:

Whiterose:

Arkos

I don't apologies for my Lancaster bias

[howlingday]

Con Artists

Yang: (Flips through pages)

"I'm sorry, Ying, but I can't stand pathetic humans like you." Bloke then jumped into Odom's arms, stroking his large, superior horns. "Everyone knows Faunus are better in every single way."

"I agree." Odom said smokily.

"Bu... Bu... Bu..." Ying couldn't get the words out to speak. She watched on, devastated as the clearly superior couple got married. Ying wore a white dress as she watched, hoping Bloke would change her mind. But she didn't. Who could ever love a sad, pathetic human?

"Who could ever love a sad, pathetic human?" Ying's younger sister, Tuby said.

Yang: (Visibly shaking)

Adam: (Wearing a face-mask, Shrinking)

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Ruby: ...

Blake: ...

Ruby stared at the erotic comic book featuring a younger girl with dark hair and silver eyes being embraced by an older girl with long, blonde hair and lilac eyes. The title of the comic, "Half-Right", blared on the cover in red, yellows, and oranges between.

Ruby: Is... Is that what I think it is-

Before Ruby could finish, Blake swapped the comics with cat-like reflexes. The possible taboo story was swapped out for something slightly less. But it was still spicy, since the cover featured two men, both shirtless, posing with their hands together in the shape of a heart. The green-yellow title of "Marital Arcs" curled above the couple, which consisted of a lithe, dark-haired man with feminine features and a hunky stud with the most beautiful blue eyes beneath messy golden hair.

Ruby: Oh! I'll buy one.

[brokentrafficknight]

[team-iceflower]

Blake: *in tears* I’m in love with him!

*Weiss & Ruby looking at one another*

Ruby: Can’t be love if it does this to you, can it?

[bullandkittycat]

adam taurus fic for after blake left him in the black trailer. mostly an angst/pining fic

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when she left, it didn't set in for him that she was actually gone. that her last goodbye was a real farewell, and the last time he'd see her would be on the train as the screeching of the tracks echoed in his ears.

after that, whenever he thought of her, his scar burned for reasons he couldn't quite pinpoint. maybe it was the irritation from her missing presence. maybe it was the betrayal of being left behind by someone he thought loved him. or maybe it was simply the yearning and longing buried beneath his bitter, violent thoughts.

so he could pinpoint it, but he didn't want to.

that would mean admitting that she was important to him. that he had something tying him down to this earth beyond his simple bloodlust. that he had a weakness. he had to rid himself of weaknesses.

rid himself of her.

if there was no her... but he just couldn't imagine a world without her. at one point his liberation became a goal he wanted for them. seeing her on a throne that he put her on. one built of his blood, sweat and tears. seeing her as free and as regal as he always saw her. above the filth and scars that he was accustomed to. he had to dirty his hands for their cause. why couldn't she see that?

---

chasing after her tail, he followed back the train tracks in an attempt for a trace of her presence. her scent. even just a faint imprint of the sole of her shoe would fill him with adrenaline and a high that he couldn't quite rationalise to anyone.

he knew he was being obsessive, psychotic even. but she was the only thing that in his life he could consider honourable. she was the only thing he could ever call anything close to his. all there was to his name was his obscene scar, his cursed semblance that kept him alive from his oppressors and the ragged clothes on his back. not even a real last name. and now the one person he dedicated himself to had thrown him away. was he destined to be alone?

in a desperate attempt to claw to something that he could call his own, he soaked his crimson sword in sticky, foul human blood. the only way he could leave any proof of him in this world now that no one would reminisce upon him fondly post mortem. he sought to imprint fear in those around him from his mere visage.

"blake... you're a coward." he muttered under his breath, sticking his katana deep into a degenerate schnee dust company employee. his only temporary thrill left since she left. the man struggles on his blade, certainly trying to live. adam spits on his employee badge. there was no trace of her at the factory site that the train she abandoned him on stopped at.

"what could i have done to keep you by my side..?"

---

when he recalls her voice he misses what the sound of stability of somewhere, no, someone to call home was. the way his heart would tighten as her eyes would crinkle when she smiled. or the way he could feel a tingle in his ears as her soft curls would hide her flushed cheeks as she curled up into her shoulder.

he wanted to adorn her in all the riches the world could offer. the softest silks and finest furs and the power to never feel belittled for who she was. because she was his everything.

initially he wanted revenge on the people who made him feel worthless and weak. but at one point, he wanted more. he wanted to be respected. when he met blake, he saw in her the epitome of grace. a girl so pretty that it wouldn't matter if she hid her ears, afraid of the disdain that came with being a faunus. because she was above it all.

and even if she was afraid of showing the world, he knew that she was beautiful. and that was enough for him. maybe it was enough for her for a moment. he doesn't know.

she didn't have scars. she didn't have painful insecurities and fear embedded in her being from the moment she was born. she suited the regality of the throne he saw her upon.

but what was the point of an empty throne with no ruler upon it? and yet it was already too late for him. he had no other goals or ambitions so he continued his slaughter, leaving a stench and pile of bloody carcasses behind him. his wake filled with screams, muffling his own pathetic thoughts and cries.

"blake....belladonna. belladonna." he muttered, stumbling in an exhausted and dazed state as he limped to his meaningless throne. he groaned as he sat. after finding no trace of her in his desperate pursuits, he had started wiping out factory sites that held faunus captive. his muscles ached and his body cried for rest, but this was his only distraction from her absence and he would not rest until he had what he thought he wanted.

his shallow desire for power was not satiated no matter how many he murdered however, because his greed ran deeper and was intrinsically interlaced with a vision of her. without her, his lust for power was insistent and irritating with no real end goal in sight. a gnawing at his temples that temporarily numbed his longing.

he had started referring to her as the 'belladonna girl' to his subordinates. calling her by her last name felt unfamiliar. like she was a stranger. and he used that fact to mask his lingering fondness and undeniable affection for her. he cursed her last name, unable to demean the girl he loved to anyone but himself. even if she had betrayed him, who was worthy enough to condemn her?

who would dare speak her name in his presence? let alone insult her.

they didn't have to know how deep his feelings ran for her. how he tried to pitifully cling to a feeling of being close to her by calling her name.

he sighed, throwing away the remaining traces that reminded him of her. the clothes he wore around her that had somehow picked up the faint scent of her perfume, or whatever it was that made her smell like her. it probably hadn't. he was probably being deluded. but what was one more delusion on top of all of his infatuations? on top of his stupid, pathetic hallucinations about her soft perfect skin. unblemished and pure like snow-

"fuck." he curses, stopping his mind from wandering. he throws his head back, taking off his mask temporarily and rubbing his nose bridge.

"stop thinking about her." he snarls at himself. it had become like a mantra to him recently from the frequency that he had been reminded of her soft presence. he basks in the rusty metal smell of blood that clung to him like honey.

"...i'll find her eventually."

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🥮 : hi guys.... i dont wanna talk about it.....

[alibirn]

私设HP AU

[uccl]

想摸個魚但怎麼又是女裝？？

到底是我的問題還是Adam的問題

反正不可能是我的問題捏🤗