#idea from: @hyia

[mel-loly]

ooo you can draw Oliver sprout as a pony for Halloween!!!! >:3333

Hey Hyia!!! Also- of course, here you go: ↓

Hope you like it and thank you so much for the idea!! :3💖

(If you have any ideas for something for me to draw for Halloween, please, share in private chat or reblog/comment here! Thank you!💛)

[julietsbody]

cherry cream pie

words : 3,142

tags : 18+!!!!!!!!!! mdni , p in v sex , semi - public sex , fingering , sadism , yes coriolanus is a pervert… peacekeeper!snow , district 10!! no aftercare mentioned!!! coriolanus is also just an asshole in this , per usual

p.s. : this is also posted on my ao3! ( divider by s-hyia btw )

it’s safe to say some of the peacekeepers got drunk on their power. 

one of them, especially, was the one with a platinum blonde buzzcut, you didn’t know his name, but often times he would stop by your shop and either be extremely kind, or a complete asshole. 

coriolanus dreamed of control, craved it. a sickening thought, to imagine the bruised skin, deep purples, burgundy reds, bright yellows. the ideas of making someone cry, hot tears rushing down their flushed cheeks, he imagines his fingers dipping into their skin, leaving dents. 

the idea of someone scarlet from his touch. 

sadistic, that’s what many would call it, call him. 

but he denies it, heavily, even though deep down he knows he has a certain hunger for corruption, for control. his gaze is calloused on you, he tends to always station himself near your stand, watch you smile at the costumers, greet them with warm words and soft exchanges. 

he watches your skirt threaten up your thighs whenever you bend over, chastely grabbing items without any knowledge of the man who’s imagining fucking you from behind. 

sometimes you do acknowledge it, though, you never share the looks, but he watches you shift uncomfortably under his gaze, the edges of your lips dipping to a frown. 

he imagines what colors he could paint on your skin from his harsh touches, when he grabs your jaw roughly, would it leave dents of white where the pads of his fingers dug into your skin with pink outlines? when he slaps your ass, would it leave a hand mark? when he bites your neck, would it leave teeth marks? when he makes you bleed, how long would it take for you to heal? when he bruises you, what colors would appear to haunt you? 

it was a priority for coriolanus to find that out. 

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

“do i scare you?” coriolanus questions once, noticing the way you immediately glare at him whenever he’s around. 

you shake your head slowly, lips barely parted, he wants to shove his fingers between those lips, pry your mouth open and spit down your throat. 

the skin under his right eye twitches, and he continues, “you sure?” 

you hesitate, “yeah—“ 

“you don’t like me?” he swipes a finger on the vanilla cream you always top the pies with, bringing it up to his lips, “i keep you safe, you know.” 

“you intimidate me,” you respond reluctantly, watching his lips move around his finger, relishing in the taste of the buttercream. 

“so i scare you,” he corrects, and curtly smiles when your frown deepens. 

“you don’t,” your southern drawl, with that sweet sugar - coated voice, it’s enough to have him imagining you moaning out his name. coriolanus, don’ stop, ‘m gonna cum… suddenly, his uniform is tighter, and the air is hotter. 

“why do i intimidate you, then?” 

he acts as if he doesn’t carry a fully loaded machine gun with him at all times, but you ignore that, “no.” 

you don’t want to entertain him, you see it in his eyes that he thrives off of this, he adores to see people cower underneath him, fear him. 

“say it,” his voice is firmer, he’s trying to scare you into saying it. 

right, power trip. 

“if i tell you, you’ll use it against me.” you confess. 

his head tips up, a new tint shading over his eyes, “how do you know that?” 

“it’s just what i know,” you cross your arms, and he notices the way it accentuates your breasts, pushes them together and pulls them up, making the plush flesh more noticeable, nipple threatening to peak out from your dress, “it’s just the way you are.” 

coriolanus doesn’t say anything, his eyes moving up to your collarbone, he imagines biting it, teeth sinking into the thin flesh and grazing the bone. bone against bone. 

“you’re trying to find what makes me vulnerable, what makes me scared,” your tongue moves out your mouth, wetting your chapped lips. 

“is it working?” he wants to reach in, to touch you, to pull your soft flesh onto him. 

“no,” you move away, and again, coriolanus is stuck there, alone, with his fantasies. 

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

coriolanus doesn’t like to lose, especially when he’s obsessed with something, he doesn’t like to let it go. his recent obsession was you, in your gingham prints, thin denims, your sweet scents, and the way your pupils always dilate when you see him. 

“is your father here?” he startles you, at your own home, watching you jump in fright and your hand quickly moves onto your chest to ease your pulse when you realize it’s just him. 

how did he know where you lived? 

“no,” you exhale, humiliation heating up your cheeks. you were wearing more casual clothing, not your fancy dress, just some shorts and a gingham top. he wants to rip the fabric apart, to wrap his fingers around your throat, leave bruises, “how do you know where i live?” 

he shrugs, “someone told me.” 

so he was asking about you, you glare into his cocky smirk, “who?” 

“i can’t say, doll,” he memorizes the way your ass peaks out from the denim of your shorts when you try to turn away from him, and he moves closer to grab your wrist, “why do you hate me?” 

you inhale, staring up at him, “i don’t hate you, let go—“ 

he doesn’t let go, “you do hate me.” 

“you’re tryin’ to make me vulnerable, officer, please—“ 

“do i make you vulnerable?” 

and suddenly you stop, you stop trying to resist his touch, you stop staring at him angrily. and it becomes unbearably clear why you hate him so much, you hate him because you’re attracted to him, you hate him because you desire him, because you blush every time his teal eyes crawl down your frame, because you get shy every time he’s around— and being aggressive is your way of hiding it. 

“you do more than that,” you admit, swallowing. 

“yeah?” his other hand moves to hold your jaw, pads of his fingers squishing the skin together ever so slightly, watching the way your lips pucker when he does. 

“offiicer—“ you exhale, and he only smiles. 

“do you think about me, doll?” 

“yes, and i hate you because you won’t leave my mind.” 

truth, all you think about is the officer, the way his hands flex and his joints pop when he does, the way he grips his gun with ease, the way his muscles flex underneath his uniform. the way he’s so, so strong— strong enough to throw someone around with ease, the way your thighs rub together whenever he stations himself near your stand. 

“what do you think about, when you think of me?” 

his jaw ticks, and yours loosens, “how strong you are.” 

“is that so?” his eyebrow cocks for a second, and your eyes flicker to the hand wrapped around your wrist, engulfing it with ease. 

“yes, and the way you look at me— like you want to eat me, to hurt me, to do things to me,” the things in question, to fuck you. 

“do you want me to?” he admires the way your cheeks flush. 

“yes,” you hush out, barely audible. 

“what was that?” 

you glare up at him, again, “officer.” 

“doll,” he threatens, nails digging in to your skin, immediately making you grow submissive, “repeat it.” 

you hiss at the sharp feeling of his nails drawing crimson from your skin, “yes, yes— officer.” 

“did you touch yourself, thinking of me?” 

you nod. 

coriolanus’ lips are against yours when he slots his against yours, teeth clashing against teeth, a hungry kiss. he was biting at the delicate skin of your lips in a way that makes your body writhe, prying your lips apart and forcing his tongue into your mouth. he wants to brand you as his own, wants to carve SNOW’s into your skin and watch the blood drip from each letter. 

his tongue curls as it moves around your mouth, a possessiveness to it, a desire to taste the sweetness that coats you. his lips were unrelenting, taking advantage of the way you melt into his harsh touch, the way you fall pliable in it, the way you become obsessed with every way he manhandles you. 

his lips chase yours when you pull away, “my pa’s gonna be back any minute, officer—“ 

“better be quick, then, hm?” he removes his fingers from your jaw, pulling them down to your breasts and gripping them through the poorly made fabric. 

his lips move to press open mouthed kisses onto your neck, teeth nipping at the delicate skin. 

he rips the fabric apart, easily, hearing you gasp at the feeling of your breasts against the cool air, the way he takes your nipple between his fingers, rolling the delicate skin across the pads of his calloused fingers. then he pinches, and chuckles when your hips buck into him, a whine slipping from your lips. 

it was pathetic, for such a hard - headed woman like you to be brought down to being so submissive for him. 

he moves you back against a counter, his maw spreading open until his teeth are caught on your neck, biting down. your fingers clench onto the wood of the counter, hissing from the pain of his bite, “officer, that hurts—“ 

he only hums, he was glad it hurt, and when he pulled away, a metallic taste burns on his teeth. 

he kneads the flesh of your breast, pressing a gentle kiss to where he had bit you, watching the crimson that ever so slowly bubbles to the top of the broken flesh and seeps out. 

oh, how could you explain this to your pa? 

he smiles at the thought of you crying in front of your father, saying nothing happened, saying it was an animal that bit you. 

your doe eyes peer up at him, glossy from your tears, and his head only tilts to the side, finding no sympathy for the pain he inflicted upon you. his hand dips down from your breast to your denim shorts, “you okay, doll?” 

yes, coriolanus didn’t feel any guilt, but he still wants to make sure you’re okay enough to go on. 

you nod immediately, “yes, just hurts.” 

he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, catching one of the salty tears rolling down, “i’m sorry.” 

he isn’t sorry. 

his fingertips dip underneath your layers of shorts and panties, reaching to your cunt while he mumbles sweet praises, like how beautiful you look when you cry, how wet you are for him, how he’s always thought of this. 

his lips fall to your shoulder, fingers rubbing circles on your clit as his lips part again, first planting a soft kiss, then biting again. a masochistic moan slips from your lips, and he feels your wetness grow. you liked this, you liked the pain, and it makes him smile against your delicate skin. 

his fingers tease against your entrance, and when he feels your hips buck against them, trying to pull his fingers in, he moves them away. your desperate whimper only makes him laugh, admiring the way your thighs shake. 

“you’re desperate, aren’t you, doll?” his lips trail with sloppy kisses down to your breast, taking your nipple between his lips. 

“yes, yes— officer, i want—“ you exhale, a hand moving to pass through his buzzed hair, “want them inside me, please.” 

“is that so?” he’s trying to ruin you, his eyes moving up to your face, watching more tears spill from your doe eyes, the desperation all too much for you. 

“yes— i’ll be good, officer, i promise.” 

and so he plunges two fingers into you without hesitation, admiring the way you suck him in so easily, swallowing the flesh through your puffy walls. it was obscene, to hear you moan from the feeling of his long fingers moving inside of you, the wet squelches as he pumps them into you and curls them against your sweet spots. 

it was as if he knew your body better than you, yourself did, he knew how to make you cry out, how to make your back arch, your eyes squeeze shut, and your legs shake. 

he bites your tit, and your back is arching against him. 

in this moment you realize why he’s biting so much, not only does it seem like he’s trying to consume you, it’s also that he’s marking you, claiming you as his own, branding you through his teeth with every bite.

his pace quickens, making your eyes flutter shut and have your hips grinding against his fingers. 

as soon as he feels the movement of your hips, he stops. and your eyes immediately flutter open, frowning at him, “officer—“ 

“hm?” he moves up, carefully ripping off your shorts, nearly tearing the fabric when he takes your panties down as well, causing a pile of your fragmented clothes on the floor. 

he then forces your legs apart once more, delivering a harsh slap to your cunt. you whimper, forcing yourself to keep eye contact with him, to find some kind of mercy in his eyes, some part of him that wants to treat you good. you find nothing.

instead, his hand is back on your jaw, fingers trying to pry your mouth open, “open, princess.”

so your lips part, and he immediately spits down your throat, “swallow.” 

and you did, you swallow the liquid coated in his dna, and his fingers return inside of you, pounding into your cunt immediately. his hands turn mean, painful as they move onto you, nearly bruising your walls as his fingers fill you up so well. 

your body jolts with sparks of pleasure, a satisfaction you fear may be unbearable, and the fear of someone catching you seems to dissipate underneath his touch. 

his nails find themselves digging through the skin of your face again, the delicate flesh becoming bruised from him. it’s hot, the air is humid, the lava that coats your skin. it was as if you were in front the gates of hell, being tormented by your sins, and coriolanus’ mumbles of you being a filthy slut is what makes him the tormenter. 

you gasp, fingers finding his wrist and grasping it, “officer— ‘m gonna cum.. please…” 

he smiles, sharp teeth appearing underneath his lips, a wolf and a bunny, “yeah? gonna cum for me, doll?” 

you nod, whimpering in agreement as he shows absolutely no mercy for you, even allowing his thumb to swipe against your swollen clit, making your eyes roll back. he doesn’t stop until your walls are fluttering around him, legs violently shaking from the orgasm that wracks your body. 

you were sure he would be done there, but he wasn’t. his fingers pull out, and he immediately delivers another harsh slap to your cunt, making you jolt as maroon continues to pour from your neck, tracing down your collarbone and falling threatening close to your breasts. the same crimson that coats his teeth, the teeth that bit you, that wanted to consume you like you were just another one of those pies that you make. 

he moves to undo his belt, ignoring the way his gun clatters to the ground, he could care less if it went off, too. 

he was too busy drunk off the idea of what you’re going to feel like around his cock, how your walls will suck him in with pure ease, like you were molded to fit onto his cock. molded just for him, he licks the metallic crimson on the crevices of his teeth as he frees his cock, lining it up with your entrance. 

“this is gonna hurt, princess,” he murmurs out as he slowly eases in, teeth gritting at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. 

your eyes widen, pupils blown out and jaw hung slack, his cock stretching you out so much you were sure you were being split in half. 

his free hand presses against your stomach, other crawling to wrap around your neck, soaking with the pomegranate juice that poured from you. 

he feels how his cock pokes at your skin once he bottoms out, forming a bulge inside of you. cute, you were so small compared to him, he just wanted to rip you apart, to throw you around, shove you in all different positions and fuck you until you were just a drooling, sloppy, unintelligible mess. until all you could think about was his cock, and the fact that his cum was oozing from your cunt. 

his fingers pry into your skin, hips moving to snap into you with no sign of softness.  

“fuck,” you mumble out at the feeling of his cock spearing you. 

he watches the pain ridden tears slip down your cheeks, “you’re okay, princess, you’re okay.” 

this is the only time he will reassure you, hips slowing down to allow you to adjust. 

maybe he did have some mercy within him. 

it doesn’t take you long to nod up at him, signaling that he can move faster again, and he doesn’t take long to follow up with that. his hips start pounding into you again, wracking your body against the counter, he can feel it shaking, the way the floor creaks with every powerful thrust. his hand moves from your stomach, raising and delivering a sharp slap to your face. 

unprovoked? yes. but he adores the way blood rushes to your cheek, painting it a pretty pink as you sob out form the mixtures of pain and pleasure, and the overstimulation of your past orgasm following another. 

“such a pretty slut, just for me,” he mumbles out, delivering another slap to the same cheek, watching your face scrunch from the stinging pain. 

“officer,” you moan out, your orgasm fastening with each slap. 

“yes, princess?” he grits out through his teeth, nearing his orgasm as well. 

“‘m gonna cum, officer, please let me—“ he’s gripping your throat so hard, you can barely breathe, “—cum.” 

“you can cum, doll, cum on my cock,“ he spits out, admiring the way your body constricts at the lack of air. 

and you cum, right on his cock, and he follows with his orgasm as well. 

a creampie, that’s what you had become, just another pie full of cream. 

he pulls out, watching his cum spill out of you. 

“see you next time, princess.” 

[peanutcrumbs]

Housewife Nanami is the best wife ever!

Valentine Day specials୨୧

cw : NSFW content, sub!nanami, dom!reader, male receiving, anal play, nanami being the best housewife that he is.

+ divider cred : @s-hyia

Cute housewife! Nanami remembers that it's almost Valentine's Day but he still hasn't bought you gifts and asked you to be his Valentine.

Cute housewife! Nanami immediately calls him the only person that he can think of to ask for help in buying gifts.

Cute housewife! Nanami blushes at the idea Gojo gives him and immediately ends the call calling Gojo a pervert for saying that and that he would never do that.

Cute housewife! Nanami gets flustered receiving the clothes from Gojo the next day. Looking at himself in the mirror he suddenly grew hard just thinking about your reaction.

Cute housewife! Nanami gets a call from you saying that you're coming home early from work today.

Cute housewife! Nanami sits patiently on the bed waiting for you to come home. Letting out whimpers just from hearing the front door opening and your sweet voice calling out for him.

Cute housewife! Nanami see how your face changes from shock to aroused from seeing him on the bed with Leopard print lingerie and a butt plug that looks like a leopard tail with a matching headband.

Cute housewife! Nanami moans at the way you pulled the tail out just to slam it back in.

Cute housewife! Nanami close his eyes in shyness as you pulled the panties down and stare at the cute little pink bow on his cock.

Cute housewife! Nanami lets out whines and groans as you engulf his cock immediately deep-throating him, cause that's how he likes it.

Cute housewife! Nanami was simply in a state of euphoria with his tongue out and a moaning mess as you begin thrusting the tail in and out of him using it as a dildo as you continue sucking him dry even after he'd already come for the third time. "you're doing soo well baby"

Cute housewife! Nanami finally was able to rest a bit as you began taking off your suit for a moment. Until you saw the box from Gojo and saw a remote inside it that Nanami probably missed with a note saying "Happy Valentine's Day" and a little chibi version of him winking.

Cute housewife! Nanami looked to see what you found and immediately grew shocked at the remote inside of your hands.

Cute housewife! Nanami just accepted that it's going to be a long night full of love and pleasure as you look at him with a smirk turning on the vibrator inside him, with the highest setting.

"Happy Valentine's Day kento-kun!"

©Peanutcrumbs

[p-oisn]

hi !! ur blogs and mbs are so nice may i ask where u get the decor from them, not sure if thats what its called but some suggestions for accounts that do dividers and icons or smth 😅 ive only recently started posting so any tips would be appreciated i love ur style !!

hihi thank you sm ! ♡

i get my icons from mostly pinterest ! sometimes i get them here from tumblr or on twitter ^__^ (ik twitter may be odd but there are cute accs there okay 🥀)

for dividers i recommend s-hyia , plutism , v6que , gigittamic , yeonzzen , muruffin , florietas , chaemingly , fairytopea (these are blogs i can list from the top of my head rn but there are wayyy more blogs who make stunning dividers !!!)

when you're starting out js experiment w different styles !! you can take inspo off blogs you like (w credit + if they're comfortable w it ofc) n it's okay if your mb doesn't turn out perfect on the first try ! if you have no idea what to post then you can join events you like n do requests from other ppl . i honestly dont know what to say i am very bad w advice soz lol ☹️ but i wish you luck w your acc ! you can also ask blogs to promote it to get more recognition <3

[littlenephilim999uriel]

Short One-Shots First try

Hyia Guys! Because I have sooo many ideas swirling around in my head right now.. I’ll write a few short Imagines with different Characteres... maybe I’ll make them whole Stories sometime! :D Also I’ll use one special Prompt per Character. So anyways... I hope you Enjoy! There are no special warnings… I think?? AN: The Prompts are not from me! I found them on Tumblr... if the rightfull owner wants me to take them down please just tell me!

Captain Rex à “What’s our exit strategy.” - “Our what?” - “Oh dear God, we’re all going to die.”

(y/n) is a young Jedi that just recently finished her training and became a full pledged Jedi. To prove her skills and being capable to order her own troops, the council decided she should lead a mission with the 501st Squad. Anakin trusted his Captain enough to pull her out if anything went wrong.

So here they were, hiding behind a corner, while the Droids were shooting with no ending in sight. «Weeell... the good part is we got what we needed…» This earned the young Jedi a glare from the Captain, which she of course couldn’t see but she kinda guessed it. Quickly shooting a few droids down that came way to close the Captain spoke to (y/n).

Anyhow… What’s our exit strategy?»

There was a short silence before (y/n) answered.

«Our what?»

(y/n) could almost hear the face palms from all the troopers around her.

«Oh dear God, we’re all going to die!»

Mumbled Rex as the rest shot down the remaining Droids. « Oh don’t be so melodramatic!» (y/n) said with a huff. «We’ll just improvise!» Letting out a sigh the Troops just nodded not really seeing any use in arguing right now. As they set off again Rex didn’t knew if she would be the death of him with her adoreable cluelessnes or literally would be the death of her with her clumsiness.

[littlemisssquiggles]

Hyia!!! So the other night i was listening to the RWBY soundtrack again when i noticed something. I know that "Not Fall in Love With You" was originally a blacksun song, but i noticed that it could fit rosegarden as well!! What are your thoughts? (Ps I'm a huge fan of your blog and i fell deeper in love with rosegarden due to your analysis)

Hiya Reader! Thank you very much. Pleased to meet you fellow Rosegardener and glad you enjoy my blog and my RWBY content. Appreciate it fam.

Aah yeah, I remember this song. It’s such a cute theme that I wish the CRWBY would bring it back for a later season. I know it was part of the V2 soundtrack but I would love it if they simply used this song as a cute background theme to play while a pairing is out and about y’know what I mean. Like imagine the Rosebuds out exploring Atlas together and this theme—or at least a new rendition of the theme is what plays subtly in the background while we get scenes of Ruby enthusiastically dragging Oscar all around Atlas and the two kids just genuinely having fun enjoying the sights and each other’s company.

For me, I’m slowly falling in love with the concept of us watching the RoseGarden friendship and relationship bloom mainly through Ruby. I know this might seem impossible but I think it could be pretty cute and amusing at the same time to watch Ruby slowly realize she might have a crush on Oscar. Like imagine it even playing into her Silver Eyes somehow. I know it is stated that a Silver Eyed Warrior’s ability to summon their power is determined by their desire to preserve life by protecting others and is strengthened by one’s happiest memories with their loved ones. When Maria first helped Ruby back on Brunswick Farms, she told her to think about the people who loved her and the way they made her feel.

Basically she told Ruby to think about the bonds she shared with her friends and family. And that’s exactly what we glimpsed even more in the finale. Ruby thought about her friends. But what I found very interested in that there was a more highlighted batch of memories for the people who I figured inspired Ruby the most.

Featured in those memories were Penny, Qrow, Maria, Oscar and of course Summer Rose.

It was Ruby reconnecting the loving memory of her beloved mother that finally helped her to summon her power. I guess the point I’m attempting to make here is that love will be Ruby’s key strength as her Silver Eyed Warrior. It would be pretty interesting to see Ruby’s powers being affected based on how she feels about the person or people she’s think about when using her eyes.

Like imagine Ruby realizing that she may have feelings for Oscar when the very thought of him and the way he makes her feel specifically affects the way how her power works somehow. I’d like to think that there is more to the Silver Eyes than what we got in V6. There’s still stuff left in the air about how the power functions and who it affects. But…for now this is just a small wee hunch based on a thought.

I’m so used to Ruby Rose being a leader or the voice of reason or the spark of hope character as our main protagonist that just for once, I’d like to see the show take Ruby and put her in a scenario where she’s just allowed to be a teenaged girl. A normal girl with normal knees.

The closest thing we got to that was the ball episode where we got to see Ruby attend a dance in all her socially awkward splendour. We all know Ruby Rose is a fearless heroine on the battlefield. However the ball episode, at least for me, was the first time I didn’t see Ruby as a huntress. I saw her as a regular teenaged girl and seeing her become all awkward at the dance as opposed to her fearless confidence when fighting was fascinating to me.

I hope we can get more moments like that for the Atlas Arc in V7. Since Atlas is supposed to be the most secure kingdom at the moment, it’ll probably provide the heroes with chance for some well-deserved downtime; the most they’ve have since Beacon Days. More chances for them to just go out and have fun.

I’m hoping that opportunities like that would lead to the RoseGarden friendship continuing to flourish more. Ruby and Oscar have been shown to be quite protective and supportive of one another when danger and tensions arise. Now I’d like to seem that aspect of their friendship be adapted outside the battlefield. I’d love to see these two honest souls hang out and just enjoy each other’s company without the threat of the Grimm or Salem looming over their heads. This could present a chance for them to really get to know each other better.

Who knows? Perhaps we can finally have Oscar discuss his family and past for a change.

Perhaps we can have the Rosebuds opening up about their home lives with Oscar mentioning his life back on the farm in Anima with his Auntie Pine and Ruby bringing up her life on Patch with her sister, father and her mother. I think it could be nice if Ruby brings up Summer during another talk with Oscar. As we saw from the V6 finale, Ruby’s talk with Oscar back during the dojo scene from V5 meant a lot to her.

While we didn’t get any more classic Rosebuds bonding talks in V6, I hope this is made up for in V7. I’d love more moments of Oscar and Ruby just talking to each other about stuff. Who knows? Perhaps the two of them just talking could spark something more between them.

I’d like to think that the Rosebuds are pretty even steven when it comes to their mutual respect, interest and support of one another. From  V5 V3 to V6 V4, we received a lot of moments highlighting Ruby being there for Oscar and that gesture was reciprocated in Oscar this season too.

So if a spark of love is to be ignited at all, I feel like it’ll be during a moment where Ruby and Oscar just talk to each other again and when they least expect it, they’ll both get unexpectedly bitten by the love bug. But neither will know what this feeling means until later on.

I can definitely see Ruby and Oscar having a conversation where the topic of romance gets surprisingly woven into the discussion and it becomes a true eye opener for the both of them, especially Ruby since it’s the first time she’s ever had a talk of that nature with anyone. Not even her fellow female teammates on Team RWBY. Not even with Nora during Ruby’s time with Team RNJR to the point that it amazes Ruby how effortless it feels to talk to Oscar about those kinds of topics without it feel weird.

I want the Rosebuds to share the type of friendship where it’s easy for Ruby to discuss anything with Oscar—even girl-related things that she’d expect a boy like him wouldn’t understand. But much to Ruby’s surprise, Oscar does get it in more ways than one.

The best RoseGarden moment in the series was a scene where the two just talked to each other with Ruby coming clean about her feelings. I’d like to think that her talk with Oscar from V5 was what finally differentiated Oscar from Ozpin in Ruby’s eyes and was what solidified him as a dear friend to her.

So it’d be pretty sweet if it’s another heartfelt heart to hear moment with Oscar that sparks feelings for both of the Rosebuds. Although it’s only a hunch for now, I think that idea could be quite nice.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2019)

[kaijuno]

Hyia Space Mom! I hope you’re feeling fab! I’d love some advice, if you’re willing to share you’re wisdom. Later this week, I’ll be making the trip to America for the first time, to take part in this AMAZING summer school, but I’m really scared about getting there. I’m nervous about flying from Europe all alone, guns being used so freely, and the idea of American border controls really freak me out (in Europe most borders are pretty open). You seem like such a chill person, I hope you don’t mind

I mean it depends on where you’re staying like if it’s a big city you should be fine and idk if you’re white-passing but that will help you as well.