#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

[hojichasunrise]

Shipping doesn't have to mean endorsing the ship or wanting it to be endgame. Sometimes it means "this ship was a dramatic, tragic disaster and I think that's interesting." Doomed ships are yummy.

[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

[brokentrafficknight]

[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.

[bullandkittycat]

"what a scummy man"

🥮: this one goes out to moot who keeps asking for new posts!! shoutout!! title from when the sun goes down by arctic monkeys

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

synopsis: adam reminiscing on the good times with his ex. this seems to be a common theme in all my fics

warnings: obsessive man. yuck!

word count: 749

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

before she left, he would sit polishing his blade in comfortable silence in her presence. sometimes they would talk about their revolution plans. sometimes about nothing important. but usually it would just be the quiet sounds of his katana getting cleaned and maybe blake humming a small song to herself. he would chime in occasionally when it got to a part he knew well or blake would drag him in to harmonise with her.

he liked it. liked her voice, her cute little smile when she would talk to him.

he liked her. a lot. (who is he kidding, he still likes her).

and, rather pathetically, a lot more than she ever liked him.

he never would initiate anything , he always wanted it to be on her terms and at her pace. if she wanted to hold hands, he would outstretch his pinky and she would grasp his calloused palm with a softness he could never have and his heart would drum against his chest so pitfully. if she wanted (god forbid for his sanity) to go any further than that, he would turn his face away with an indiscreet flush on his ears that she could take advantage of so easily. but he would never chide her or make her feel bad about it.

she could take his everything and he would still try to find a way to give her more. just for a chance to imprint in her mind a moment longer. even though she had intitiated everything in their relationship, including the actual beginning, he was so much more desperate. he just knew how to keep a poker face better. the mask definitely helped as well.

he knew blake was popular amongst the other faunus, much more than he was. she didn't know it, being the brooding beauty who mysteriously carried herself with a strange lonesome that she didn't have to, but he could tell other people saw the beauty and grace that he did. the undeniable regality of her feline features and the way she carried herself.

he was grateful that she chose to spend her time with him, the eccentric of the faunus. it validated his cause knowing she was on his side. now he sits in an empty throne room, littered by carcasses (when he used to dream of rose petals adorning her steps) and the quiet swishes from polishing his sticky, rusting blade.

he clicks his tongue at the sight of a small chip on the tip of his blade, meticulously polishing it and grinding it down. the sound shrill and unnerving (nothing like the way her voice used to soun-)

"stop thinking about her. she left. she means nothing." he spits at himself. his subordinates had just assumed at this point their boss was insane. they didn't know the half of it.

how his thoughts would wander so often to her soft, pretty, unblemished skin that she would give him the privilege to brush against. the elegance of her fighting form alongside him. her little pout when she wouldn't quite get her way, spoiled brat. he chuckles to himself, polishing his blade and talking to himself like a senile old man reminiscing on his 'perfect' youth...before clicking his tongue and trying to push the thoughts down again.

"how can there still be no signs of her..?" he mumbles to himself, finishing off the polishing session with a single wipe using his shirt hem. his face reflecting in the red metal. not a single chip and not a single scratch. he always outmanoeuvred his opponents in technique and speed to never need to parry any blows regardless. and yet, all he could see in the reflection was a scarred and broken image. he grinded down the sword on his sharpening stone, as if blaming it on the nonexistant scratches on the metal.

"did you really hate me that much blake..? to completely erase yourself from my life?" he scowls to himself in a pitiful, breaking voice. choking on his own words as if he were trying to hold back tears (why would he? that's a waste of time).

one of his men walks in to the throne room, rather timidly, knocking as he enters,

"uhm...sir?"

"what?" he looks at his underling with a dark, bloodlusted glint.

"s-someone named cinder falls is looking for you?"

"cinder? great...just what i needed right now..." he groans, taking off his mask and rubbing his nose bridge. he puts his mask back on.

"call her in."

🥮: welp.... couldnt resist writing another pathetic fic for my husband....

[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🤗