#this is sad now

[decreare]

Baby Mama White Knight (CH1 B-SIDE)

Weiss grunted as she stripped herself of her clothes, letting them fall in her shared bedroom as she looked down at herself. She was near nude, her dark blue gift making the plae skin squeezed into it Pop. She smiled at herself, planning to twirl herself in front of a mirror to also enjoy her husband’s surprise. “I got Fat!”

She shouted so loud that it nearly filled the house. Turning around and smacking the pounds added throughout the years of giving birth to five children (Twins, then triplets) and motherhood.

The most noticeable thing was how her curves benefited from the passage of time. Explaining why things felt tighter then before as she adjusted her garments with a tug.  

She pinched her stomach, her mind freezing as she felt fat pile up at the pinch of her stomach. Having to take a seat from the shock as she covered her face.

“Gods is this what my mother felt like when she had us?”

She muttered out loud to herself. Sure she was quite happy with her current life, a loving husband and freedom to raise her children away from whatever troubled her from her past. But still she carried the scars of her past life as she prodded at her left eyebrow. Her hands were the first thing she looked at after all these years. Delicate hands for a delicate weapon. Her tendons were bloated and fingers bent. Her previously dagger-like digits worn down from digging dirt for lost toys and holding her children in hard grips.Her figure, something she was mocked for, was built from ballet and fencing which she made in her fighting form. It was something she was PROUD of.  Now it carried the weight of Motherhood. Heavy knees from carrying her pregnancies to term.Her skin was her most defining feature. The icy pale tone synonymous with the Schnee name. That was now sun-kissed. A freckled Schnee with stretched skin on her abdomen, the only place that had that familiar near-albino skin.

“I’ve become some Commoner Cow…”

The type of figure she was taught to laugh at behind their back, the fact they didn’t belong in Atlas high society. “Guess I don’t belong…” Tears dripped from her eyes. She didn’t WANT to cry, she Hated Her time as a Heiress. Masquerades with real faces, the horrors of the 1% treated as a casual pass time. She never belonged with those kind of people. Guess this was the last part of her old life that was still in her mind, and now it dying from the absurdity of someoene like her becoming Happy! She was compelled to grab the photoalbum she kept under the nightstand, knowing she didn’t want to, knowing she would be hurt by what she sees. Looking past the tears, she saw her younger self, the former Weiss Schnne with Myrtenaster held proudly. Weiss Arc on her wedding day, a picture of her sunburnt skin made her laugh. Her first pregancy, her second. A picture of them all tired and holding each other so closely, nothing like her family. She remembered holding their small forms, their falls and tumbles, how’d the twins wanted to learn fencing and ballet like she had and she could only swell in pride.

She didn’t hear the door open as she wallowed in added pounds and memories both good and bad. Her blonde partner sensed she needed comfort from his garden. He slowly made his way up into the upstairs bedroom, not knowing what to make of her state as knew he had to comfort her. So he wrapped his arms around her, his unshaven chin resting on her snow-white hair. Being pulled into her husband’s lap as he sat down on their bed.

“What’s wrong?”

She felt Jaune rock her from side to side. Continuing to let out choked sobs after her husband snuck up to hug her from behind. She wanted to kiss him as she stroked his fuzzy cheek while looking in the mirror again. They looked so Perfect. Like a loving couple, even though Jaune was in dirt-streaked overalls and graying blonde hair due to their adventures adding so much weight to his mind and Weiss was in tight lingerie after wrangling her kids throughout the entire morning and getting her clothes dirty with food and love. What she wore enough was a simple luxury despite the fact she could afford so much more, finding such fancy things quickly lost their value when faced against children, and they were simply Priceless compared to the farce that was her life before Beacon.

They were loved, they were happy, and if they ever felt overwhelmed they had the combined teams of RWBY and JNPR and the suffocatingly loving Arc clan to come and help. Their children were happy and loved by their friends and family. Everything was as perfect as life can be despite the constant messiness. Jaune was loved, Weiss was loved, and they loved each other despite the pains and troubles they carried, practically opposite in origin. She felt herself smile while in Jaune’s arms. She looked back at herself with pride through the tears.

And let out tears of joy.

Jaune could only sputter as his wife broke out in tears and soft laughs.

“I feel like a cow Jaune, and I’m Happy!”

Jaune became even more confused at his wife’s statement, not even sure why her gaining some weight would be a bad thing.

“I-is gaining some baby weight a good or bad t-thing?”

She whipped away the tears from her face when they stopped, her face hurting from smiling so hard but still she was content despite it all.

“Well, my knight, what do you think of your Princess gaining a few pounds, looking more like a common whore than a proper lady~”

Jaune felt like he was experiencing whiplash as Weiss rubbed her fattened behind on his Denim-covered crotch. He couldn't lie he enjoyed the sight of a plumper Weiss in his arms while she only wore blue lingerie that strained to stay on her frame more than before.  

“Y-you are beautiful as the day you let me take your hand in marriage. N-now you carry the body of a mother with the same grace as b-before, I c-couldn’t be more in l-love. You have given everything I could have ever w-wanted with your presence!”

He fumbled, confused by Weiss's mood swings, but his words were as true as he could make. Plus he thought she looked a bit better than before. More like a Mother, proof she had given birth to his children.

“Oh Jaune you charmer!”

His genuine compliments earn him a kiss as Weiss lowers his head, her dainty hands grasping at the straps of his overalls to undo them. She was picked up in the middle of their embrace, squealing into her kiss as she flipped into laying in their bed. The springs creaked as Jaune made her lie down, not caring that the rough weight shifting made the mattress worryingly squeak. Trapping her within his arms for now.

“Tell me what’s going on Weiss”

Her arousal felt betrayed as she huffed, knowing where this will lead to.

“Fine. I’ve been doing some reflecting. Who I am, who I should be, who I am with you, with our kids, and I kinda panicked? I really wasn’t expecting this, least of all getting Fat”

“And is that a bad thing-”

She pressed a finger against his lips.

“Did you ever expect being a Huntsman would be this hard?”

That froze the both of them, making them still for minutes as they didn’t separate.

Slowly, she was lifted up alongside Jaune, wrapping an arm around her waist as they made their way to the window, their children still playing outside.

They stood there, watching them play with pride, their fears dissipating.

“I don’t regret-”

“I don’t regret-”

“...”

“...”

“And This is why we are married my tall, blonde, scraggly knight, what would you do without me~”

“Probably still lost following Ruby around”

She could only gasp at the truth of the statement, not even entertaining the idea of looking at his smirking face as they refocused their gaze on their kids. Weiss tried to ignore her heart racing as Jaune’s rough fingers slightly dug into her love handle.

Despite it all, she was Happy, just a momentary lapse of despair in her life.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

[scramratz]

Did you know it’s legal in the USA for mattress companies to put fiberglass in their mattresses? They don’t even have to label them! So if you wanna commission me so I can buy a new bed I won’t stop you

[stump-not-found]

i don't think the theraprism is a good thing, guys

[artkaninchenbau]

Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

[zimshan]

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[mroddmod]

everyone be quiet i'm manifesting

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael doesn’t like Halloween anymore in FNAF..

[the-phantom-peach]

🗣️ huh?? what do you mean I haven’t posted any Link signing propaganda yet??

[camilleflyingrotten]

[holyblanchett]

I'm just thinking about Agatha telling Rio she didn't want to see her face again and now we know why. Nicky is Rio's literal twin and he's a perfect blend of them both. Rio really had to reap her own sons soul and afterwards she was rejected by her love. It wouldn't have mattered if Rio granted Agatha 6 years or 16. His death was always going to stand in between them. Let that sink in.

[notherpuppet]

Art School AU LOL 🦌🎨 based on true stories hahaha

[deadmotelsusa]

The Cheese House was a small chain of shops that opened in New England in the 1960s. Only a handful of the original round structures still remain and only one (located in Wells, Maine) still looks like cheese.

[nighttime-thoughts]

I think about you a lot.

All the time, actually.

In the morning, at night,

in the middle of my day. It's you.

It's just always you.

[egophiliac]

still ruminating over Lost In the Book With Spooky Skeletons Part 1, so here's a selection of some of my favorite little bits! (...some more loosely paraphrased than others) (I just feel like Idia has no room to criticize in general, okay)

anyway, I'm sure we're just going to have a fun time celebrating Halloween and nothing bad is going to happen whatsoever! :)

[damazcuz]

"I could fix him" well DON'T, I'm trying to breed a new generation of trembling pursedog freakboys and I need his cringefail loser genes.