#ruby eye white rabbit

[ghettobillgates]

Beach Bunny!

[issak]

Are you saying .... you are ... not?

No, I'm not "good"

A real Rabbit Demon [FURRY]?!?!

The Deceits, THE LIES!!

Don't Talk to me "Human" ughh Gross

La decepción la traición hermano

[yuurei20]

Hi YuuRei! I was revisiting some of your past videos, and when I was watching your video on how Trey was changed in the English version, I was reminded of something that I saw a fan point out once upon time. In the Japanese version, during Riddle’s Overblot fight, Cater’s character model has red colored eyes rather than green. I was curious if you knew more about that? Thank you!

Hello hello! ^^ Thank you for this question!

Yes yes, it seems that this is very true!

While looking around for possible information I discovered a twstsoku thread on this very topic, full of people reminiscing about the little visual changes that the game experienced in its early days, and this was one of them! ^^

Someone points out that there are actually illustrations of Cater with red eyes in the Magical Archives Game Guide, and I can confirm that that is true as well!

There are two drawings--one of Cater in his labwear and one in his gym uniform--where his eyes are red instead of green. So it seems that his character design may have had originally red eyes, and the change to green was made fairly late in the development process!

(His eye color has since been corrected to green.)

For a personal theory, Yana has mentioned something about early-Cater before: he wasn't supposed to be human!

"Cater was a beastman, there was a character based on a white rabbit motif, and so on…" - Toboso Yana (Magical Archives Game Guide (2020))

She does not say that Cater was going to be the white rabbit character, just that a white rabbit character existed and Cater was also a beast-person, but I wonder: that unnamed white rabbit character, was it originally Cater? 👀 Is that why is eyes were red in early stages of development?

But then I discovered another theory:

Back in 2020, two weeks after the game was released, user kozue_pixiv writes:

"Are you all familiar with a gemstone called Alexandrite? It's a stone that changes color depending on light wavelengths, and it's known as 'the emerald by day' and 'the ruby by night.' Is there a connection? Are his eyes changing from green to red inspired by Alexandrite? Are his eyes gemstones? After thinking about it so much I realized, Cater-senpai is from the Land of Pyroxene. It's perfect… Come to think of it, he is from the Land of Pyroxene and his family name is Diamond--that’s really well thought out. Among the four suits in a deck of cards, only diamonds are gemstones, so maybe it was intentional… Hmm, I wonder… Since he’s the only one in Heartslabyul from a different country, I might be overthinking it, but isn’t it interesting that everyone from the Land of Pyroxene are in different dorms?"

And another point in favor of "the character named 'diamond' has eyes that change in the light' theory? In Cater's ceremonial robes groovy, he originally had gold-colored eyes!

Interesting!! 👀📝

[yandere-wishes]

「✦ S n o w W h i t e ✦ 」

⋆｡‧˚ʚ Yandere! Roman Sionis x Snow White! Reader ɞ˚‧｡⋆

⋆.˚✮𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎 𝒯𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝒜𝒰✮˚.⋆

Thinking about Yandere! Roman Sionis in a Snow White AU. Thinking about him being the evil queen/king who wants to poison poor little snow white.

✦•┈┈┈๑⋅⋯❦︎⋯⋅๑┈┈┈•✦

❦ ︎ Y a n d e re ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n whose face is permanently bound to a black mask, whose wicked soul has bled into his physical form. Forever cursed by the dark arts to bear his sins to the world. Who locks himself inside his chambers in the castle's highest tower. Paranoia gnawing at his hardened flesh, he knows the kingdom hates him, he knows they want to savor his blood upon their tongues.

❦ ︎ Y a n d e re ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n whose only companion is a magic mirror, one side whole, one side shattered, he can't quite remember if he's at fault for that. A magic mirror who tells him everything. Evil King! Roman whose paranoia drives him to ask, again and again, who the people rever, whom they worship as their king, who is it that the people admire. Who is the fairest in all the land? It's always him, the mirror says. Tyrant king, intoxicated by his own power. The damsels still yearn for him, the noblemen still fall at his feet.

❦ ︎ Y a n d er e ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who 's appalled that one day, one grim dark day. The mirror doesn't utter his name, it sings about the princess, the last remnant of the old monarchy that Roman had crushed. The precious daughter of the weak king and queen of old. She is the fairest, in grace and in face. The maiden who sings to the birds and whose musk awakens the flowers. Whose smile puts the sun to shame and whose eyes sparkle brightest. She will be his downfall, the mirror says, the people dream of the fair maiden superseding their potentate masked king. Dream of replacing tyranny with benevolence, of trading secrecy for candor.

❦ ︎ Y a n d er e ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n whose face is forever ruined and so he refuses to allow the starry-eyed little princess to be the fairest in the land. Envy and paranoia both sink their ragged teeth into his heart as he gazes down from his window. Bearing witness to the fair maiden singing by the well as she hugs a little rabbit to her chest so tenderly. He knows she has to die, he refuses to be bested by a little girl.

❦ ︎ Y a n d er e ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who toils day and night, mixing the deadliest of poisons with the vilest chemicals. Smearing his potion upon a ripe red apple. Your essence flashes across his mind, perfect lips drawn into a cheerful smile. For a second he envisions them caught between his teeth, your tiny body withers beneath him, eyes wide as you gaze up at him in adore and abhor. It's the bright red of the apple that shakes away such visions. The lethal red eagerly awaits to be pierced by your pearly white teeth.

❦ ︎ Y a n de r e ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who's always harbored a demented little crush on the naive little princess his kingdom still reveres, who always dreamed of harshly ringing his fingers across your face, of having you kneel between his thighs and kiss his rings. Who's had many a sleepless night dreaming of turning you into his perfect little toy. And maybe this apple is a love letter as much as it is a dagger to the heart. After all, what is a poison apple if not love twisted into malice, painted by ruby ​​​​​​glass shards and laced with sweet sweet detest? What is a poison apple if not a confession?

❦ ︎ Y a n d e re ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who pushes sweet candy apples between your teeth forcing you to take a bit. Whose body is dangerously close to yours, fingers digging into the delicate soft flesh of your hips, laying bruises upon the bones. You're kinda cute like this, Roman thinks, wide eyes, terrified, and yet all so trusting. Like nothing in the world would ever dare harm a soul as sweet as yours. You melt under his touch, desperately clinging to pretenses and formalities, far too shy to deny your king.

❦ ︎ Y a n d e re ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who catches your body as it collapses, who watches as the poison dances across your face, dazed eyes hooded, forever closed. He takes a moment to appreciate this, you between his arms, lethargic and vulnerable just like a little doll. He carries you outside the castle, declares to the guards that 'someone' has poisoned the princess, declares that a public funeral shall be held. All while trying to hide his smug grin.

❦ ︎ Y a n d er e ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n, who only realizes how truly gorgeous you are when you're laying dead in your glass coffins marveled and exalted by all the weeping kingdom of Gotham. How dare they look at you, how dare they fawn over what's his. How dare they dream of what belongs to him. Ethereal beauty sprawled out among the red cushions entrapped forever in glass. How did he miss it? You may be the fairest but it was never you that he envied. He wanted you, needed you. It was the kingdom he was jealous of, the peasants or faux-faced nobles who fawned and swooned over you. Those who stole you away, those who made him hate you for far too long.

❦ ︎ Y a n d er e ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who listens as the people mutter about 'a prince', about 'true love'. They're too stubborn to let you die . Too hopeful to admit they've lost to the king. After all, they do say love is blind. Roman just hopes the village boys don't start lining up to kiss you. Clinging to frivolous hope that they are the one.

❦ ︎ Y a n d e re ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who never knew he would miss the thorn in his side. Who uses black magic and forbidden sorcery to reawaken you. Inhales the smoke and kisses you push it past your lips and down your lungs. Who makes the crowd watch in the dead of night as he "saves you", declaring himself the princess's "true love". Later in the castle, he pulls you aside, "Be grateful" he warns "I could have left you for dead". You're too dazed to speak, swallowing the words as they blossom on your tongue. 'I preferred being dead' you almost long to say.

❦ ︎ Y a n d e re ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who only now registers that you are his princess, his doll, the fairest of them all can only belong to him. You're not quite alive, not quite dead either. Clinging to Roman sitting pretty on his lap as he rules over all those poor unfortunate souls. Day by day your eyes grow more vacant, empty, all the stars have almost died out. Your only thoughts are of him, only of him, to you he's the fairest in all the land. Your one true love. The man who saved you from your eternal slumber.

❦ ︎ Y a n d e re ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who kisses you like he's trying to conquer what little of you is left, who bites at your flesh as if he were eating an apple . He relishes in the way your plush lips kiss across his shoulders and neck and masked face. Who can't get enough of his little princess.

❦ ︎ Y a n d er e ! E v i l K i n g ! R o m a n who still feeds you poisoned apples and watches as your mind grows numb and your body taut. Who enjoys having you so scared and mindless, hugging him close as if he were your prince charming...

🎀I kinda love the DC x Fairly Tale AU idea. And to think it all came from a quick nap lol. Let me know if you guys want more of these. I'm thinking of a Little Red Riding Hood au with Jason Todd and desperately need a fairy tale for Harvey Dent!!

🎀@d3athmaskd1v1n3 @fancyfeathers @yandere-writer-momo

[apiswitchcraft]

altars for minor greek deities pt. 1

i'll probably end up making a part 2 to this since there's quite a lot of greek deities who are mentioned in only one story, or only a few icons, but are still important to some reconstructionists/revivalists. leave suggestions in the comments if you have any! the next post will likely include the four winds and several minor death deities

CIRCE: goddess of magic, a sorceress, daughter of Helios and an oceanid

Colors: purple for magic, blue for oceanid heritage, gold/yellow for being daughter of helios Offerings: allium moly, mandrake, peony, yarrow, poppy, rue, mugwort, wormwood, nightshade, snowdrop, any sort of medicinal herbs (like licorice, willow bark, aloe vera, etc.), pork, honey Crystals: amethyst, lapis lazuli, larimar, aquamarine, fluorite, bloodstone, citrine

GANYMEDE: cupbearer of the gods, consort of Zeus, god of homosexuality

Colors: pink, red for love. gold, silver for being cupbearer. blue for association with aquarius sign Offerings: perfume, jewelry, makeup, dice, musical instruments, writing letters, pride flags, drinks, flowers, rosemary Crystals: rose quartz, gemstones, ruby zoisite, rhodonite, rhodochrosite, pyrite, flower agate, kyanite, angelite

HEBE: cupbearer of the gods, daughter of Zeus and Hera, goddess of eternal youth and patroness of brides

Colors: red for association with brides. gold, silver for being cupbearer Offerings: lettuce, drinks, turmeric, chamomile, ginseng, calendula, basil, ivy, feathers Crystals: honey calcite, pyrite, red/yellow jasper, gems, ruby zoisite, lapis lazuli, aquamarine, angelite

EILEITHYIA: goddess of childbirth and midwifery

Colors: pastels for babies Offerings: raspberry leaf, chamomile, catnip, cohosh, crampbark, peppermint, baby toys/blankets Crystals: calcites, agates, moonstone, labradorite, rose quartz, amethyst, quartz, citrine, lepidolite, celestite

EROS (the younger): god of love, intercourse, and fertility

Colors: red, pink for love. white for his wings Offerings: roses, apples, pomegranates, rabbit skins/feet, basil, myrtle, rosemary, thyme, feathers Crystals: bloodstone, rose quartz, rhodonite, rhodochrosite, morganite, celestite

ANTEROS: erote of mutual love

Colors: red, pink for love Offerings: basil, flowers, rosemary, thyme, myrtle, feathers Crystals: rose quartz, rhodonite, rhodochrosite, morganite, celestite, milky quartz

HIMEROS: erote of sexual desire

Colors: red, pink for love Offerings: basil, rosemary, thyme, myrtle, feathers Crystals: rose quartz, rhodonite, rhodochrosite, morganite, celestite, red jasper, carnelian, garnet, citrine

POTHOS: erote of passion

Colors: red, pink for love. purple for passion Offerings: basil, rosemary, thyme, myrtle, feathers Crystals: rose quartz, rhodonite, rhodochrosite, morganite, celestite, milky quartz, red jasper, carnelian

HERMAPHRODITOS: child of Aphrodite and Hermes, erote and god of androgyny

Colors: red, pink for love. blue for androgyny Offerings: flowers, star anise, makeup, icons of genitalia, myrtle, lavender, cinnamon, ivy Crystals: rose quartz, moonstone, watermelon tourmaline, ruby kyanite, labradorite, jade, morganite

NEMESIS: goddess of revenge and retribution

Colors: red, black for revenge Offerings: basil, oak, pine, nettles, thistle, symbols of a wheel or sword, angry letters Crystals: smokey quartz, obsidian, bloodstone, red jasper, carnelian, tiger's eye, onyx, black tourmaline

AMPHITRITE: the wife of Poseidon, nereid and goddess of sea life

Colors: blue, green for the sea Offerings: coral, pearls, beach sand, kelp, celery, pine, ocean water Crystals: aquamarine, chrysocolla, malachite, amazonite, lepidolite, lapis lazuli, sodalite, jade

PAN: god of nature, animals, shepherds, and fertility

Colors: brown, green for nature Offerings: acorns/pinecones, leaves, pan pipes, phallic symbols, grapes, basically any herb or flower Crystals: jaspers (various), agates (especially moss, tree, flower), tiger's eye, obsidian, carnelian, sunstone, malachite, jade

IRIS: goddess of rainbows and messenger between gods and humans

Colors: rainbow Offerings: irises (and other flowers in that family), orris root, hyssop, suncatchers, feathers, snake skin Crystals: moonstone, labradorite, aura quartz, morganite, fluorite, agates (especially multicolored), malachite with azurite

THANATOS: god of death

Colors: black, grey, white for death Offerings: cinnamon, chocolate, coffee, willow, mugwort, wormwood, lotus, spider lilies, asphodel, bones, oleander Crystals: quartz (especially milky, smokey), obsidian, onyx, bloodstone, jaspers (various), black moonstone

HYPNOS: god of sleep

Colors: black for the underworld/erebus. grey, white for dreams. blue, purple for sleep Offerings: feathers, poppies and poppy seeds, willow, mugwort, lavender, asphodel, taking a nap, writing a dream journal Crystals: quartz (especially milky, smokey), obsidian, regular or black moonstone, selenite, blue lacey agate, lepidolite, amethyst, celestite

PSYCHE: goddess of the soul, lover of eros

Colors: white for the soul. purple for magic Offerings: feathers, myrtle, vervain, sage, chamomile, lavender, flowers, figs, nuts Crystals: amethyst, rose quartz, rhodonite, quartz (especially milky and aura quartz especially), moonstone

[when-i-wake-if]

It has been 18 years since humanity was brought to the truth that monsters, creatures and deities they were all too sure were myths are in fact real well most of them anyway with these new realizations comes new mysteries, problems and hope

but dawn (MC 1) never paid too much attention to it but after the death of their father they have been sent reeling the perfect life they had crumbling slowly, forcing them into positions they never would have dreamed of. Their life colliding and slowly meshing into the unknown creature's deeper darker world.

Across the city in a dingy alley badly hurt dusk (MC 2) awakes to no memories other than their name and something they were told that stung like a dagger in their heart for some reason. As Dusk tries to make sense of what is happening, they somehow fall into a rabbit hole of crime, mysteries and dark truths all because they are trying to find out who they are and how they ended up in that alley.

~Customize your MCs looks, gender identity, clothing style and name

~ Choose your legal job! (Dawn starts the game with a certain job but that job doesn't stay long)

~ Make deals that will change the course of your life

~Customize your room and apartment aesthetic style

~As Dawn manage the relationship with your mother, your ex your, past relationship and current feelings about your dead dad. As Dusk unravels your past, try to figure out what happened to you or set it all aside and attempt to make a new life for yourself

~Romance 4 different characters for both MCs and hey if you want to romance a god as one or both MCs!

Dawns ROs

Xeno || Xe/Xem || 21 || Human

"Hellooo how is my favourite co-worker! I brought you your favourite drink, I'm amazing! I know~"

Description ~ Short coily dark brown hair, lean build with a Bronze complexion, dark green eyes, Nubian nose, Xyr height is 5’11, Xe has a full tattoo sleeve on Xes right arm and a tattoo on the side of Xyr neck when outside of work Xeno tends to wear ripped black jeans, no sleeve neck length shirt, runners and a bunch of rings, necklaces and one stud earring.

Selena || She/Her || ?? || Ghost

"Please! Don't be scared I mean you no harm le-let me explain"

Description ~ Shoulder-length ginger hair that is curled at the tips, She has a chubby build and pale skin, greyish blue eyes, a button nose, height if she could stand on the floor would be 5’3, freckles kiss her face and shoulders, she forever dressed in a light blue tea length swing dress and stockings with a pair of black flats, adorned in pearl earrings and necklace, to most she appears slightly translucent

Brier || He/Him or She/Her || Gender selectable|| 228 || Vampire

"Oh, sweetheart, are you okay? Please don't cry. How about a rose? Will that give you back your pretty little smile?"

Description ~ Chin length afro-textured dark brown hair, Slim build and ebony complexion, Dark red eyes, button nose, height 5’7, outside of work they typically wear wide cuff pants, cropped blouse with a sweetheart collar, 4-inch heels or black dress shoes, round glasses, realistic heart shaped earrings, ruby necklace, silver rings

Míng || They/He || 30 || Dragon

"Well, maybe if you watched or read the news more you would know how shitty it is for people who aren't human like you."

Description ~ bleached white shoulder-length hair, lean build light brown complexion, black sclera and piercing yellow iris, flat nose height being 5'7, scales litter their body colours mainly being yellow and orange with some red ones sprinkled in, typically wears graphic tees , with a worn-out black bomber jacket, cargo pants and platform boots

Both MCs

Is || she/her, he/him or they/them || Gender selectable || ??? || Minor God of death {and dreams}

"Is it truly a lie or is it just not the truth you want to hear? Darling, you have so much to learn"

Description~ Long straight black hair that reaches past their ass typically in some kind of intricate hairstyle with silver jewellery woven in, curvy build with a tanned complexion, pale white eyes, roman nose, height 8,5 when not forced to dress modestly they are always wearing a short dress with a marabou robe or a satin robe and six-inch heels, adorned in many silver bracelets, necklaces, rings and flower earrings and they have belly button piercing

Dusks ROs

Sire || He/Him || 26 || Kelpie

"you should watch where you are going around here, kid. Someone will end up killing you if you are not careful"

Description ~ Shoulder length wavy dark green hair so dark it almost appears black Sire's hair always seems to look wet/damp, he has a dad bod and Ivory complexion, black eyes, Greek nose, His height is on the slightly shorter side standing at 5’4, usually wearing black leather pants, dress shoes and a button-up shirt that never fully buttoned up

Loralie || They/Them || 24 || Siren

"you are so adorable. I could eat you up~ how about I buy you a drink gorgeous"

Description ~ Mid back length black goddess braids, Athletic Swimmer build and Dark brown complexion with dark blueish grey scales scattered about, piercing grey eyes, Flat nose, height 6’2, a large scar down the middle of their chest, gills most noticeable upon their neck, outside of work they typically wear cargo pants, muscle shirt, converse shoes, a gold locket, dangle earrings, spectrum piercing

Joshua || He/They || 20 || Werewolf

"Plan?? I never said I had a plan did I? ...oh well I didn't but don't worry I can get us out of this"

Description ~ Short messy dirty blonde hair, muscular build and tan complexion, amber eyes, Greek nose though it has obviously been broken in the past, scar along the right of their jaw, freckles speckled over his face, height 6’0, typically wears work boots, jeans and a muscle shirt with a flannel jacket

Z || She/He/They || ?? || Undead

"pay me back? How about you? Let me eat you and I'll take that as your repayment. I'm quite hungry and you're starting to irritate me"

Description ~ Messy straight chin length black hair with strands of grey hairs throughout, skinny build and pale olive and appears slightly greeny yellowish, black eyes, hawk nose, the height of 5'6 the left corner of her mouth is carved away, revealing most of their teeth and flesh and their left hands pinky and ring finger are just bone the surrounding area seems to have a hideous burn scar though he typically covers it up by wearing white gloves, black turtleneck, beige torn pants and two different pairs of dirty runners

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How do you climb up from rock bottom? What are you willing to do? To sacrifice. To find out the truth, what will you do when you get those truths? What if they aren't what you expected or wanted? Will you help others or push the world aside? how far is too far to achieve your goals?

Demo: TBA || My other IF || Character Portraits: coming soon

[cr33pfreak]

random creepypasta headcanons becuase i'm bored

Liu - likes Patrick Stump's Soul Punk album - his favorite jewel is rubys - very tired guy. always catching a nap when he can, bags under his eyes, ect ect. Jeff - either the most energetic asshole youve ever encountered or too lazy to even move - suprisingly big on Lady Gaga. would rather DIE than admit it - shit at every game except Mario Kart BEN - is it even a question that he would absolutely play fanmade game songs (EX: the FNAF fan songs, undertale fan sons, tattletail and bendy, ect ect) - went through a very intense tattletail phase and absolutely tormented Jeff with it - his favorite color would be something like blue methinks - fucking LOVES fish (not to eat, but just in general. thinks theyre cool) Eyeless Jack - i always headcanon his as neurodivergent in some way honestly i cant help it - suprisingly big on the color green - has a huge soft spot for rabbits/bunnies. one time, one got into the mansion somehow and he scooped it right up and kept it as a pet until he couldn't anymore. her name was Smoky Toby - also has a penchant for basic white girl music, but again, if you call him out for listening to britany spears instead of his usual mashup of nu metal, pop punk and punk rock there's one of twon ways it can go; you can bond over a mutual love for Womanizer and Toxic or you can get a hatchet to the head. your choice, and his mood. - keeps a sketchbook/scrapbook. his doodles are either god awful or beautiful, and his scrapping is usually just a mashup of random nature related things, or occasionally things for whoever he considers friends - would absolutely have a more earth-toned pallete not just for his clothes but for his room as well. big nature guy to some suprise. - LOVES cats and dogs. if you ask him cats or dogs he wont be able to choose yes i put more on toby because that's my boywife anyways hope you lot like this, REGARDS :)

[maruchan25]

Something based on my Scp oc:

Scp 049 with an female Scp s/o who is an immortal half white rabbit and human hybrid after she back when she was a normal magician assistant, something went wrong with the magic trick that was being made thanks to both the magician who she was assisting had accidentally got careless and because he was doing this trick from an spell book?

and she has white hair and a undercoat of white fur on her body but her ears, tail, paw feet and hands are fully covered in also solid white fur, her eyes a beautiful ruby red, a pink snout like rabbit nose, that famous rabbit teeth but a bit smaller but still capable of making her gnawing stuff, and she often wears clothes either dresses or some tops with shorts on. And she has some rabbit aspects and traits.

thanks for your request and for the detailed description!!!!, Gif not mine! Sorry if it's short!

-he is captived by your unique appearance he have seen alot of unique persons beneath the foundation but he hasn't meat hybrids

-would touch and rub your ears and tail to see if they are functional like normal rabbit ones

-he can't help but find himself staring into your eyes he says thye look like jewels

-can't help but chuckle a little whenever he see your bunny teeth when you are chewing the small noises they do

-would wonder if your behavior resemble a rabbit, he gives you carrots to see if you eat them like a rabbit

-would try not to laugh when he see you sniffing things with your small pink nose

-would hold your hand just to feel the thick furr against his skin

-he don't sense the pestilence on you since you are a hybrid and he don't find the animals as infected

-would definitely laugh if you go hopping

[shiningstarr15]

The World’s Smallest “Doctor”

Behold! My official GGY/Dr Rabbit design! Based on multiple different sources of inspiration. The primary sources being Dr Hare from Poptropica and Max from Max and Ruby (aka my childhood) (don’t judge me)

Just wanted to polish this baby up to prepare for ggy week 😃

A little info

His schtick is basically “mad scientist/mad doctor” (think Dr Frankenstein, Dr Jekyl, etc)

He is the second follower of Glitchtrap (Vanny being the first)

He is tasked with two main jobs; keeping Vanessa in check, and is Vanny’s partner

Rab is not a switch, he’s in complete control at all times. Vanessa is aware that “someone” is working behind the scenes pulling strings, but is completely unaware of Rab’s existence (they are kept in separate living quarters so Rab is out of Vanessa’s eye when she takes control)

Gregory is in the “dark place” where he has no idea what’s going on in the outside world. He’s essentially in the equivalent of a comatose state.

Rab is created using the “fragmented mind theory,” in which Gregory’s own mindset is used to create what is essentially the “dark” version of himself. (With heavy influence and supernatural tweaking from glitchtrap)

Two Sides of the same coin

Vanny and Rab are both similar in many ways while also simultaneously being each others polar opposites

Vanny is wreckless and chaotic, Rab is more calculated and orderly

Both like to play games with their victims, with Rab being more about the “psychological” torment, and Vanny prefers the physical stuff

Rab’s charismatic energy allows him to entice potential victims into a false sense of security, using masterful manipulation tactics to make one start questioning their own thought processing and being able to listen to instincts (they trust him, despite their gut screaming at them not too)

Rab is a mastered hacker, able to completely rewrite coding in both simplified and complex machines as well as implement different programs into them (ie programming the virus into the pizzaplex systems)

Rab prefers to leave the actual dirty work to Vanny, whereas they have perfected a routine in which Rab will lure the victims to the pizzaplex, incapacitate them with a syringe, and deliver them unconscious to Vanny (he sometimes assists in her “work” but usually prefers to stay on the sidelines)

Dressed for success

Unlike Vanny, rab does not have a full on fursuit

He does, however, have off black overalls to perfectly contrast Vanny’s off white fursuit

His oversized jacket is spruced up and accessorized with rabbit ears and patchwork that was added on by Vanny herself (excess fabric from her own suit)

The overalls also have patchwork as well as cyan colored star buttons and lightning bolt stitched onto the chest

Freddy’s merch underneath it all since he lives at the pizzaplex

He also wears massive goggles as protective eyewear (he also thinks they look cool)

Note: patchwork and patterning of outfit contain subliminal 3 star/binarystar foreshadowing :3

[ghettobillgates]

Form of a potato, ACTIVATE!

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

Love Created In Blood | Antinous x reader|

Link to Warnings/Both sfw and nsfw masterlists Click here

Chapter Three ~Lyra and Philomela~

The halls are filled with far too many people… Too many people. The halls are filled with whispers and chatter. Servants stare and then whisper.

You catch worried eyes, names brought up that you don’t bother to keep in mind as you follow the maids leading you to your room. The commotion only silences as you step into the room and the doors shut behind you. It’s not small by any means, perhaps as large as Antinous’ quarters. You step towards the bed, the silken sheets, the incense burning on the desk across, the fur beneath the bed… Everything is elegant. You watch the maids open the wardrobe and you stare. Dozens of outfits like the one you're wearing now in muted colors. Some less revealing, some worse than what you wear now. You stare at the vanity, the jewelry hung, everything is gold. There are some gold jewelry adorned with rubies. You swallow as you look around inspecting every corner.

“You’ve been given the best room aside from His Majesty's quarters. You will also be given a personal attendant later. You have full roam of the castle so long as somebody is aware of your location in case you are called upon.” One of the maids keeps her eyes off you, staring at the floor as she speaks.

You scoff and shrug. “He’ll need to drag me off before I answer him, calling on me willingly.” You spit the words out as you run your hand over the bed. He must take more than women when he crumbles a kingdom. There is no way he managed to gain all of this off the wealth of Ithaca or by trade. Your lip pulls up in disgust. “Is there a garden?”

A maid nods and you grab some sort of silk from the wardrobe and drape it over your shoulders to give yourself some more coverage.��

It definitely takes you a lot of wrong turns but you find the large garden. You take in the scent of the flowers and the breeze over your skin. It feels like it’s been weeks since you last stood outside. The sun bears down on your skin and you welcome the warmth. It’s a different warmth than blood, it could almost make you feel at home. Away from the palace, away from the whispers of the maids and women lining the halls. You walk the paths lined with flowers trying to forget everything, his touch, the pain, the soreness… Everything. You know it’s impossible but, if you concentrate hard enough, anything is possible… Anything and everything.

You wonder if you could run… How hard would it be to escape? There is nothing waiting for you, no family to return to but the streets sound more welcoming than a nightmare draped in roses and gold.

After some walking and a few disorienting turns you find yourself at a pond. Sitting by the pond holding a rabbit, feeding it a carrot is a small woman. Her eyes are soft and blue like the sky, her hair flows down her back like the morning light, blond and full. Her skin is pale, almost reminding you of snow. She doesn’t seem to take notice of you, or if she does she doesn’t seem to care. She’s dressed in white and soft pinks and more covered than you are. She’s beautiful… Breathtaking honestly.

After a moment her gaze slips from the bunny to you. Her head tilts as she stares at you. Judging by her extensive amount of jewelry and her unique dress color she must be important. You’re still figuring out how things work around here. Do you approach or will she bite your hand off for daring? Seems like you won’t have to make that first move. Your presence scares the small bunny away. The woman frowned in what might almost be a pout. For a moment her eyes cloud and you fear she might yell at you for disturbing her.

However she stands jewelry swaying with her movements. She seems… A bit aloof, not all there in the head? And yet, there is this prickling sense of danger like she’s on the edge of tipping. “You scared him…” She sighs softly, swatting her hair behind her shoulders. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.” She’s soft spoken and almost whimsical.

“No… You wouldn’t have.” You take a step back on edge. 

“Oh! Okay then, I’m Lyra. What’s your name?” She keeps staring at your clothes as if trying to recall the colors, like they might mean something but she can’t quite put her finger on it. 

Hesitantly you mumble out your name and judge with the gold on your wrists. She pauses as if trying to figure out where she’s heard your name. “Are you… Also a concubine?”

She nods but she’s focused on your clothes, brows pushed together before she sighs and shrugs. “Your name is pretty. You’re also pretty. Have you met the others yet?”

“Others?” You tilt your head.

Lyra nods, “His Majesty's favorites? Philomela, Althea, Clymene, Amatheia, and myself! I think… Yeah that’s right, probably. I don’t think there’s been any changes?” She seems unsure of herself and yet at the same time positive. Her expressions don’t change much which does freak you out a bit but she seems innocent enough which should be a major flag for you to stop talking to her.

“I wasn’t aware there was a hierarchy.” Great… Power struggles, something you want nothing to do with. You want nothing to do with him. Why would you care about the struggles within his ranks of concubines? Gods how many does he have in total to have a higher group? You saw several women as you walked around the palace, were they all… The more you get to know the more you are disgusted with him.

“Lyra? Are you around here? You’re getting…” Another voice trails off as the woman comes into view. She’s tall, much taller than an average woman. Her hair sits just past her shoulders in dark curls, her eyes are as gray and empty as the clouds of an oncoming storm. The clothes she wears are equally as revealing as yours and similar in colors. Though the red she wears is darker and there is more black than red. Her jewelry is silver instead of gold and adorned in several rubies. “Amatheia is looking for you, Lyra.”

The way the small woman lights up at the sound of the name is almost unsettling. You suspect their friends. “She didn’t come get me herself?”

As if the question isn’t liked, the new arrival narrows her eyes quickly shutting the smaller woman up. You might dare to say it looks like the sweet woman might tear up at the annoyance in the taller woman's gaze. She steps away giving you a wave. “That was a little mean.” You tilt your head.

“This is what replaced me?” She raises her head trying to hold herself taller than you. Instinctively you hold yourself steady. “You’ll be tossed aside eventually.” She scans over you, her hand curled into fists as she steps closer. “Philomela, by the way.” You refuse to take a step back as you grit your teeth.

“I want no part in whatever fucked up fight you are trying to pick. I don’t want anything to do with Antinous.” You scoff.

“His Majesty isn’t to be called by name so casually.” She eyes the gold of your outfit, the whole of everything. “He’ll grow bored of you eventually and come back to me.” She brushes past you purposefully hitting your shoulder as she does so.

You assume she’s the one who Antinous had stayed in the room you were given before you came along. Great, so not only has he taken away your home, your life, everything you had and reduced you to a concubine… He’s put a target on your back. You run your hand through your hair frustration bubbling inside every vein. There are others and you're not sure whether they will be less obnoxious or more. How many of these women will feel as if you’ve threatened their positions in whatever messed up system there is?

You shake your head and head back to your room… You’re going to need allies aren’t you… If you don’t want to be eaten alive that is. You run your hand through your hair again tugging at it. “Fuck!” You hiss and glare at the people around you who stop to stare at your sudden outburst.

You’ll meet the others one by one. Lyra seems… Well like an airheaded idiot so maybe you can use that to your advantage as a way to get to know the others? You’ll try and figure out the Amatheia woman first. See what their relationship is like, where she stands, her opinion of Philomela is… Then figure out how to reach the others. It sounds easy but you know this is a hostile environment just by how today is going. Chapter 2 Sfw (Click here) Nsfw (Click here)

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[xyeh2o]

SkyWing guide for my fanfic

based on the wikifandom SkyWing Overview

Alternate Names: Mountain dragons, sky dragons, or fire dragons (to humans).

Location: Reside in the mountains on the "wing" of Pyrrhia.

Current Ruler: Queen Crimson, descendant of Scarlet, Ruby, and Cliff.

Description

General Appearance:

Based on traditional Western dragons.

Scales: Red, crimson, orange, or yellow; described as "jewel-hard."

Eyes: Typically yellow, orange, or amber; exceptions include Peril and Sky.

Wings: Largest wings among all dragon tribes.

Head Features:

Long, thin snouts with a nose spike and an additional horn on the jaw.

Long, curved horns on their heads.

Eggs: Pale red, orange, or red-gold in color.

Diet

Primary Diet:

Scavengers, mountain goats, chicken, foxes, deer, bobcats, cows, pigs, sheep, rodents, cougars, squirrels, rabbits, and birds of prey.

Roasted seagulls.

Agriculture: SkyWings grow their own crops.

Abilities

Flight:

Fastest flying dragon tribe due to large wings and high endurance.

Built for long-distance flying with notable stamina.

Dragonets learn to fly young.

Fire:

Capable of breathing fire, powerful fighters.

Can hold fire to achieve maximum temperature (similar to NightWings).

Some SkyWings have a condition called firescales:

Firescales: Extremely hot scales that burn anything flammable on contact.

Immune to IceWing frostbreath, which causes temporary numbness if hit.

Rain evaporates upon contact with firescales.

Occurs in twin dragonets where one absorbs more "fire," leaving the other fireless and sickly.

SkyWing law mandates execution for firescales dragonets due to their dangerous nature.

Animus Magic:

SkyWings had animus dragons in the past but killed them due to the danger they posed.

Animus dragons have been absent for centuries.

Society

Personality and Values:

Stereotypically grumpy and aggressive; seen as militaristic and fond of violence.

Value entertainment, such as gladiatorial combat, during wartime.

Enjoy music performed by orchestras, especially during celebrations.

Enjoy dancing, singing, and wing-clapping at parties.

Tolerate few “dangerous differences”; animus and firescales dragons are executed.

Traditions and Social Structure:

Wingery:

Place for young dragonets to grow and play, including areas for practicing flight.

Family Structure:

Loose family ties; not all SkyWings seek partners, instead using a breeding program organized by the queen.

Weddings: Quiet, involving ritual words spoken while flying. During Scarlet’s rule, weddings involved arena fights.

Burial:

Deceased dragons are wrapped in white cloth or silk and offered to the sky for seven days, then burned.

Ceremony allows the dragon’s spirit to reincarnate as a SkyWing.

Held in a cave near the peak of Jade Mountain.

SkyWing Arena:

Originally for parades, art shows, and beauty contests.

Converted by Queen Scarlet into a gladiatorial arena for entertainment.

Prisoners fought for freedom but would be pitted against Scarlet’s champion before reaching enough victories.

Converted into a hospital by Queen Ruby post-war.

Clash of Claws Tournament:

Held every seven years, where SkyWings competed in a weeklong event to prove their skills.

Winners earned fame, glory, and a seat at the queen's advisory table.

Trivia

Hearing: Sharper when flying.

Reputation:

Once referred to as "the friendly tribe" sarcastically in Darkstalker’s time.

Behavior:

Make a unique hissing sound before breathing fire; used as both a threat and a respectful signal.

Preferences:

Prefer living high in mountain peaks, valuing height in their kingdom.

[jaune-submissive-and-breedable]

futa wolf faunus Ruby is in heat and tries breeding bunny faunus Jaune!

"JAUNE!!"

Turning around, the rabbit faunus saw his friend Ruby, a wolf faunus,, pouncing onto him making them tumble to the floor. He was quite confused by the sudden forwardness. Her eyes held a frenzied look to them.

"Ruby?! What the...?!"

The girl in question only pants wildly as she stars at the boy, a bulge growing from beneath her skirt. Nothing new to Jaune, but the suddenness of her tearing away his pants and underwear made him feel a bit uneasy.

"Umm...R...Ruby what are...?" he stammered

The Girl gave him an answer in the form of her tearing off her skirt, her massive lupine futa cock, fully erect, twitching nonstop, and leaking a stream of pre-cum.

"Can't talk.....Must BREED!" She growl, pining the bunny on the floor and rammed her cock deep inside his anal cavity.

Jaune screamed as his asshole was stretched beyond its limits. His own cock squirted pearly white cum on the floor as Ruby hammered him senselessly. His eyes crossed and his tongue hanging from his mouth.

The two teens were so engrossed in their fornicating they didn't notice the crowd growing around them. All horny futa predator faunus, all wanting a taste of the bunny.

[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

Whumptober 2024 No. 23- Forced Choice | Public Display | "I'm Doing This for You"

This is my first whumptober post with OCs! You'll recognize Lucien from my yandere snippets. This is a bit of his backstory~

You can find Lucien's page here

Lucien fought the urge to stiffen as his collar was adjusted about his neck. Erythros had insisted on bringing him the party, and when the ancient vampire insisted on something, no one dared refuse him.

“You seem tense, Lucien,” Erythros said with a gentleness that served more as a warning than for comfort.

“I am nervous, Master,” Lucien replied slowly.

Erythros picked up a comb and began tending to Lucien’s long, jet-black hair. It took all of his will not to shudder.

“I’m doing this for you, you know,” Erythros said, “you keep to yourself far too much. It’s high time you got out more.”

More like it’s time for you to show me off again for your own ego, Lucien thought.

Erythros tied Lucien’s hair back, running long, bony fingers through it.

“Hm,” he mused, “would you prefer a red vest or a gold one? Either will match your eyes.”

That was true, Lucien’s left eye was an unnatural gold, the other a deep carmine. He missed the days when both of his eyes were blue, and his ears were rounded, and his teeth normal, and-

“Well?”

“Um, red will be fine, thank you, Master.”

“And your brooch?”

Lucien looked down at the vanity. It did not have a mirror since such things served no purpose here. On the vanity were a variety of brooches.

“Whichever you think is best,” Lucien said.

Erythros hummed, holding up different ones to his thrall’s neck. He settled for a simple ruby encrusted, gold brooch. He fixed it to Lucien’s shirt collar.

“There now,” he said, “you look appropriately presentable.”

“Thank you.”

“There will be humans there for refreshment. I expect you to feed at least once.”

“Yes, Master.”

Erythros seemed satisfied for the moment.

“I’ll let you know when the carriage gets here,” he said.

Erythros left the room, his long, white hair swishing behind him, and his great red wings brushing on the ground. The door closed, and Lucien breathed a sigh of relief.

I love how of all the choices he gives me, there’s never a choice to refuse, He thought bitterly.

Lucien would never express his frustration out loud. He had learned long ago that vampires had incredibly enhanced hearing, and he had learned it the hard way. He couldn’t wait until he could go back to his mansion across the lake, where no one could order him about but so much, and where he felt relatively safe… as much as he could anyway.

“Lucien!” Erythros called, “time to go!”

Lucien straightened up, his black bat wings fluttering nervously. Another night paraded around like some kind of pet or trinket.

“Lucien!”

Lucien descended the staircase and met Erythros at the castle entrance.

“Not in your head again, were you?” Erythros asked.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“Hopefully tonight you’ll be present,” he continued, “there’s no need for that much idle thought.”

“Yes, Master. I am sorry.”

Erythros sighed.

“One day you’ll learn.”

Lucien followed Erythros into the carriage, and off they went into the night.

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[sterben-17]

Knightshade Family Preview

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Discovery

The small village of Meadowbrook sat nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, far from the bustling energy of Vale. For the past six weeks, teams JNPR and RWBY had called this place home, tasked with clearing the surrounding areas of Grimm and helping fortify the village's defenses. It was a two-month assignment—Professor Ozpin's way of giving his students real field experience after the excitement of the Vytal Festival tournament.

Jaune Arc adjusted his armor as he set out for his evening patrol. The late summer sun was beginning to dip toward the horizon, casting long shadows across the dirt path leading into the western woods.

"You sure you don't want company?" Pyrrha asked, checking the alignment of her spear and shield as she prepared for her own patrol to the north.

"I've got this," Jaune assured her with a confidence that would have been unthinkable six months ago. "Besides, I've memorized this route by now."

Pyrrha smiled. "Just be back before dark. The Ursai have been more active at night lately."

Jaune nodded and set off, following the familiar path into the trees. His patrol route formed a wide arc around the western perimeter of the village, designed to intersect with Ruby's southern patrol and Weiss's eastern route. Ren and Nora would relieve them after nightfall, along with Blake and Yang.

The assignment had been good for him. Away from the pressures of Beacon Academy, without the constant reminder of his fraudulent admission, Jaune had flourished as a leader. Coordinating patrols, working with the village council, and even leading several successful Grimm-clearing operations had built his confidence in ways that sparring sessions never could.

The western forest was peaceful this evening. Birds chirped overhead, and the occasional rabbit darted across his path. As Jaune approached the halfway point of his patrol—a small stream that burbled over smooth stones—he checked his scroll. Still an hour of daylight left.

He was about to continue when he heard a sound that seemed out of place in the forest—a faint cry, almost like a kitten. Jaune drew Crocea Mors, extending his shield as he moved cautiously toward the sound.

The crying grew louder as he approached a dense thicket near the base of a large oak tree. Pushing aside the tangled branches, Jaune discovered a small bundle wrapped in a white blanket.

"What in the world..." he murmured, kneeling down.

Inside the blanket was a baby—a faunus baby with tiny black cat ears poking through wisps of dark hair that had hints of blue when the light caught it just right. The infant, who looked to be only a few months old, was whimpering softly, hands curled into little fists.

Jaune quickly sheathed his sword and picked up the bundle, looking around for any sign of the baby's parents. There was nothing except a small cloth bag containing a few diapers, an empty bottle, and a handwritten note:

"Please take care of my daughter. She won't be safe with me anymore. The White Fang would find her and use her for their cause. Thank you to any person who will take care of her."

Jaune read the note twice, his mind racing. Who would abandon their child in Grimm-infested woods? The mention of the White Fang suggested the parent was probably a faunus themself, perhaps someone trying to leave the organization.

The baby began to cry more insistently, her small face scrunching up.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Jaune said softly, adjusting his hold to better support the infant's head. "I've got you now. You're safe."

To his surprise, the baby's cries quieted at the sound of his voice. Tiny eyes, a brilliant amber color, blinked up at him curiously.

Jaune checked his scroll again. The sun would be setting soon, and with darkness came greater Grimm activity. He needed to get the baby back to the village, but what then? The remote settlement barely had resources for its own people, let alone an orphaned infant.

He could contact Ozpin, but the comms were unreliable this far from the CCT network. It would be at least three days before the next supply airship arrived from Vale.

For now, he needed to focus on getting the baby safely to the village. Jaune secured her against his chest, one arm supporting her while the other kept Crocea Mors ready. He moved as quickly as caution would allow, eyes scanning constantly for any sign of Grimm.

The village came into view just as the first stars appeared in the darkening sky. Jaune sighed with relief, quickening his pace as he approached the gates.

"Jaune!" Ruby's voice called out as she jogged over from her patrol route. "You're cutting it close. Pyrrha was just about to—" She stopped abruptly, silver eyes widening at the bundle in his arms. "Is that a baby?"

"Yeah," Jaune nodded, adjusting the blanket to reveal the sleeping face and small cat ears. "I found her abandoned in the woods. Someone left a note saying the White Fang might be after her."

"Oh my gosh," Ruby whispered, peering at the infant with a mixture of concern and awe. "She's so tiny! And those ears are so cute! But why would someone leave her out there? The Grimm could have—"

"I know," Jaune cut her off, not wanting to consider what might have happened if he hadn't found the baby when he did. "Let's get inside. I need to figure out what to do next."

As they entered the village, Weiss approached from her patrol route, looking as pristine as ever despite the dusty surroundings.

"There you are. You're supposed to check in when you complete your—" Her lecture died on her lips as she noticed what Jaune was carrying. "Is that what I think it is?"

"Jaune found a baby in the forest!" Ruby exclaimed, still bouncing with excitement. "She's a cat faunus and someone abandoned her and—"

"Slow down, Ruby," Weiss interrupted, her expression shifting from shock to concern. She moved closer, examining the sleeping infant. "She appears unharmed, but she should be checked by a medical professional. The village has a healer, correct?"

"Mrs. Woodleaf," Jaune confirmed. "But I'm not sure what to do after that. The note mentioned the White Fang might be looking for her."

"Let's get her to the healer first," Weiss decided, ever practical. "Then we can discuss our options."

Word spread quickly through the small village. By the time they reached the cottage of Mrs. Woodleaf, the elderly healer, Pyrrha, Nora, and Ren had joined them, all wearing various expressions of surprise and concern.

"Oh my, what have we here?" Mrs. Woodleaf said, ushering them inside her herb-scented home. The old woman, whose gnarled hands belied their gentleness, carefully took the baby from Jaune's arms.

"A cat faunus girl, abandoned in the forest," Jaune explained, feeling strangely reluctant to let the baby go. "According to the note, her parents can't keep her because of White Fang threats."

"Poor little thing," the healer murmured as she laid the baby on a clean blanket. "Let's see how you're doing, shall we?"

As Mrs. Woodleaf examined the infant, the door to the cottage opened again. Blake and Yang entered, having been summoned by Weiss's message.

Blake's eyes immediately fixed on the baby, her bow twitching slightly in a way that suggested her hidden cat ears were alert with interest.

"Is it true?" she asked, moving forward to get a better look. "Someone abandoned a faunus baby in the forest?"

Jaune nodded, handing her the note. Blake read it, her expression darkening at the mention of the White Fang.

"This complicates things," she said quietly.

Yang peered over Blake's shoulder. "Cute kid, though. Those ears are adorable."

Mrs. Woodleaf finished her examination with a satisfied nod. "She's healthy and well-nourished. I'd say she's about three months old. Whoever left her must have done so recently—she's not dehydrated or overly hungry."

"What do we do now?" Pyrrha asked, looking around at her friends. "The next airship doesn't come for three days, and even then..."

"We can't just hand her over to the authorities in Vale," Blake stated firmly. "Faunus orphans often face... difficulties in the system."

The room fell silent as they all considered the implications. Jaune looked at the baby, now awake and blinking curiously at the faces surrounding her. Those amber eyes seemed to find Jaune's, and tiny hands reached up toward him.

Without thinking, Jaune moved forward and picked the baby up again, cradling her gently. She made a soft mewling sound, one small hand wrapping around his finger with surprising strength.

"I'll take care of her," Jaune said suddenly, surprising even himself. "At least until we can find a better solution."

"Jaune, do you know anything about caring for babies?" Pyrrha asked gently.

"Actually, I do," he replied with unexpected confidence. "I'm the only boy in a family with seven sisters. The youngest three are a lot younger than me, and I helped raise them when they were babies. I know the basics—feeding, changing, burping, the whole routine."

The others looked at him with newfound respect.

"That's... actually impressive," Weiss admitted.

"She needs a name," Ruby pointed out. "We can't just keep calling her 'the baby.'"

Jaune looked down at the infant in his arms. She was quieter now, her eyes reflecting the soft lamplight of the cottage. Something about how he'd found her, alone under the moonlight in the forest, made a name come to mind immediately.

"Cynthia," he said softly. "It means 'moon goddess.' That seems fitting for how I found her."

"Cynthia," Blake repeated, stepping closer. "It's a beautiful name."

Mrs. Woodleaf chuckled, the sound warm and knowing. "It takes a village, as they say. I'll provide what supplies I can, though you'll need more than I have here."

"We can request baby supplies on the next airship," Ren suggested. "Until then, we'll improvise."

"I can help with the specifics of caring for a faunus child," Blake offered, her eyes not leaving Cynthia. "Cat faunus have keen senses even as infants. She'll be sensitive to loud noises and certain scents."

"Then it's settled," Jaune said. "For now, at least, Cynthia stays with us."

As the others discussed logistics, Blake moved beside Jaune, her voice pitched so only he could hear.

"The White Fang wouldn't be interested in a random faunus baby," she murmured. "If what this note says is true, her parents might be former members trying to escape the organization. That would make her a target."

Jaune nodded, the weight of responsibility settling more firmly on his shoulders. "All the more reason to protect her."

Blake studied his face for a moment, then looked back at Cynthia. "I'll help you," she said simply. "I know what it's like to be a faunus child with nowhere to belong."

In that moment, as the evening light faded and their friends continued planning around them, something unspoken passed between Jaune and Blake—a shared purpose, perhaps, or the beginning of an unexpected alliance.

Whatever lay ahead, Jaune knew one thing for certain: his life had just changed in ways he couldn't begin to imagine.

[greatkittydream]

The dragons horde

Yang pov

I was hanging out with rubs today. Normally, I would let her do he own thing, but she was hanging out the monster to day and I won't let her get hurt.

yang knows jaune was a good guy, but he is still a dangerous being. Excluding The fucked up childhood he has extremely strong necromancy That he has little to no control over. If he accidentally hurt Ruby, she would never forgive herself.

Walking down the street with rubs to the meeting spot, she sees him. Jeans and a white t shirt.

"YO VOMET BOY"

"JAUNE"

The sisters have their own greetings yang with a quick wave of the hand, And ruby with a full-on sprint hug tackling jaune to the floor.

Yang couldn't help but laugh at this. jaune protested this assault on his personal space.

"So What did you guys have planned today."

"We were planning ahead to the comic bookstore and then the gun range for ruby."

"And a steak dinner."

"cool minded if I join I need to get my gantlets fixed and a nice stack sounds nice"

"sure I don't see why not, although we weren't planning to go out for food I don't know where Ruby got that from"

"because I'm hungry" tail going back and forth a mile a minute.

“Try not to bankrupt vomit boy over here the only thing you can eat more of than meat is cookies”

The group started to head towards their first destination being the comic book store Yang never really liked comic books, sure they were cool and all and had some pretty epic fight scenes but she was more of a go do it yourself type of girl. literally in most cases for superpowers and whatnot she can literally fly.

Yang has a Steady eye on the two as they hang out making sure Jaune didn't hurt her sister in any way.

“So yang what was it like growing up with a ruby” Jaune said as Ruby ran off to the cashier to ask questions about the newest comic books or if he had any Mint Condition ones.

“You know normal I guess all was a can be sharing one father but not the same mother” she said with a shrug

“I don't want to sound rude and it's okay not to answer but what's the story behind that” Jaune asked timidly

“na ain't no big deal when my mom and dad were hanging out they just sort of did it and I was born and then Ruby's mom came in and stole his heart” Yang said in a nonchalant manner although Jaune had a feeling there's more to it than just that. or at least that's what his mama and papa said not even death can hold love down.

“So uh vomit boy what was it like growing up in your neck at the woods, I don't want to come off as rude but you kind of had a weird childhood” Yang was going to get any piece of information she could know about the threat before dealing with it.

“Well I grown up in a small village, human. there's not really much else to it I mean there was farming but that was mostly done by the helpers”  Jaune said not really sure how to approach that

“Oh vomit Boy comes from a wealthy family to have help” Yang said in a teasing tone.

“I wouldn't call us wealthy, they just sort of help around, don't really talk or do anything else. I remember this one time me and my sister Kept asking them over and over again to help us settle a dispute wouldn't say a word”

“Oh you have siblings that's nice how many brothers and sisters do you have Ruby's the only one I really got”

“Well I have seven sisters” Yang cut him off before he could continue

“Don't your parents have any other thing to do with their free time” said in Horror

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Smokinotter: dragons have one to two kids every 50 years. She has essentially heard his family fuck like rabbits which is very true.

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“What can I say I have a very loving family”

“God's I'm getting pain just thinking about that”

“Is it really that weird I just have a big family”

“I mean it's not but you said you were out in the boonies right that means there was no pain medicine or anything for that, your Mother must be been one tough woman then”

“Yeah she is she's always making sure me and my siblings had everything we would ever want, she always their best raising us and instilling manners and what not”

"that nice" Yang doesn't know why but she feels attacked personally for some reason.

“Oh my God Jaune come see this they have the mint condition x-ray man series on display”

“You've got to be kidding me, those are super rare coming” Jaune ran racing towards where Ruby was sleeping yang slightly more knowledgeable and more personally attacked than she was ready for.

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Next was the gun shop since yang was here she decided to get her gantlets looked maybe get a upgrade or two. Ruby was running around the store like a kid in a candy shop.

Browsing through the different options they had for upgrades, not looking at the price she found one she particularly liked called “Dragon's Breath” it allowed her to channel her Mana into her shotgun shells as they went off making them more powerful.

she grinned showing rows of sharp teeth, till her eyes rolled down to the price tag. Dragons Were inherently greedy if they saw something like they refused to let it go. She liked gold like every Dragon but she also liked motorcycle parts. And when she saw the price for these new gauntlets she about had a heart attack. 

“50,000!” She was in shock at such an outrageous price for such mediocre equipment,  and it made her even more mad how much she wanted it. With a solemn look she put it back down.

“Is something wrong? I saw you smiling at that thing” Looking over she saw Jaune looking at the upgrades she just put down.

"Yeah. everything's fine, huff” she said in a dejected tone that was wildly expensive even if she used her student credit at the local weapons Smiths and shops that would only cover about half of it. and she'll be damned as she let go of her gold she may only be half dragon but she ain't any less greedy.

Walking away to find her sister, she found Ruby staring at all the new high-impact rifles. various bullets and magazine catalogs up front. her and the store owner at this point are on a first name basis.

“So rubs did you find what you were looking for”

“Yup, did you know that they came out with new Enchanted rounds?!?!” vibrating in place with excitement

“Can't say I did” rubbing the back of her head

“So did you get anything”

“Nope you know i don't need anything to be the badass as I am” Putting on false bravado to hide the disappointment that she by Nature refused to pay for those gauntlets. she hates being a dragon sometimes it's not even like human greed to where it's a strong one it's almost a compulsory need.

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As Ruby was putting down her collection of magazines and boxes of Enchanted bullets jaune walked up carrying a single item as the two sisters were going to wait outside. When Jaune was done with his purchase he walked outside and handed Yang a paper bag.

“What's this?” she said, examining the bag.

“It's a gift for being one of my first friends, I grew up with Seven Sisters I know that look you gave when you put down the glove thingy”

A shocked look appeared on Yang's face before quickly pulling out what was inside the bag. It was The Gauntlet attachments. A look of shock appeared on her face before confusion then looking straight towards jaune.

“How could you even afford this? never mind that why, I wouldn't really call his friends just acquaintances” Yang was brutally honest not that she didn't appreciate the gift it's just this was awkward to her and to spend such a large amount of money on someone you barely know something was just fishy to her.

“Oh I always thought of us as like second hand friends I guess” Jaune said in a quiet voice

“But that's besides the point I guess, the Headmaster gave me this cool Scythe from the basement earlier. so I didn't really buy anything and well that was my monthly allowance and if I wasn't going to use it I'd rather it not go to waste” Jaune said in a bashful tone. Yang was shocked for her part, he got double the normal monthly allowance?! something wasn't adding up here. But she put that to the back of her mind he bought her a gift the least she could do is pay for his dinner.

“Well thanks I guess. not that I need it or anything. I know a pretty good steak and shake place around here follow me” Yang said trying to save face in front of a potentially new friend and sister.

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"Here we are" Yang said, shaking her hands in front of the 2. The Dragon scale cook out. It's gimmick is that it uses dragon born fire breath to cook its food.

Don't actual dragons, none of them would lower themselves except maybe yang. And that's because she likes free food.

Walking inside being led by Yang They walked into an old timey parlor with checker boarded flooring and 60's booths. Walking down to a seat near the window, motioning her sister and jaune over.

"So this place is something you like, I thought you wouldn't appreciate the dragon theam" Jaune said and I confused voice.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, lots of dragons don't like this place. This place has ben burned down a few times. But I love it." Yang said, smiling and drolling at the thought of a food coming their way.

As they were having their conversation a Dragonborn waiter approached them.  Dragonborn look like lizardmen the only defining feature that separates them from lizard men is the ability to use breath attacks. they take pride in their dragon Heritage which is questionably in existence.

“Hi I'm aqua and I will be your waiter for today, is there anything I can get you” The Dragonborn said in a polite tone

“Steak super duper rare please, oh and cookies lots of cookies”

“I'll take a hamburger steak and some fries”

“Something cheap will be fine”

“Oh no no no vomit boy you're getting something worthwhile to eat, my treat”

“I-It's really fine I'm not really that hungry anyways, Besides I don't really like it when people spend money on me”

“And yet you're perfectly fine dropping your entire month's allowance on someone else. please don't make me feel like an asshole just take it”

“I guess I'll just have a hamburger with bacon then, please and thank you”

"That's a wonderful Choice thank you for your Patronage has always miss yang” The Dragonborn said with a cherry Delight in his voice. Before turning to Jonah with a dirty look in his eye and simply walking off.

“Hey do you have a problem with my underling” Ruby said picking up on the body language way before anyone else could.

“No I just don't see why you would bring an animal among other guests. And frankly you should have higher standards for underlings”

“Well fuck you too then” Ruby said with a snarl as claws began to elongate and fangs began to sharpen in her mouth.

“Hey it's fine if I'm not welcome here I can just go” Jaune said not liking the conflict that was happening.

“huh an animal that knows it's place the more you know”

“okay you need to shut up, Jaune here is a good friend of mine and I appreciate it if you stop that” Yang said with a furiousness in her voice.

“well of course then Dragonkin” the dragons born said with a suck up tone.

As things calmed down and they waited for their food to arrive first came yangs then Ruby's then 30 minutes went by. Jaune makes excuses for the kitchen staff for an hour. By this point Yang is fed up and drags Jonah to the front of the cashier table despite him insisting that it's fine.

“You're not talking your way out of this one vomit boy not only did we pay for your meal  after they were assholes, but they refuse to serve you” Yang said with anger dripping in her voice

“Really it's fine I wasn't welcomed here to begin with I'll just make something at home”

When they reach the front they noticed the Dragonborn

“Hey fuck face why hasn't he got his food yet” Yang said grinding her teeth

“Must have slipped my mind to put it in. If we look at your receipt you'll notice you weren't charged for his meal” the Dragonborn said in a calmed home with a malicious smile on his face.

“Do you think this is cute do you think this is fucking funny, the hell is your problem you're going to refuse some service just because he's human”

“I'm sorry but it's against company policy too feed animals, I will be doing a poor job if I allow that to happen” smugness dipping from his voice

“We should just go it'll be alright yang, thanks for trying though”Jaune said in a defeated voice he was used to not being liked by those outside his village.

Yang was about to complain some more until she got a malicious idea and with a smile on her face  “you know what it is all right, come on let's go”

She said while dragging Jaune out of the store Ruby had long since left to take her stuff back home. Yang promised she'd keep going all right. When they were exiting the store Yang distracted Jonah by pointing him towards a cool looking Firebird up in the sky. It was mating season and they were doing their beautiful dances releasing torrents of multicolored Flame.

As she threw a fireball through the door into the back of the kitchen which set the restaurant on fire. If they were going to play hardball with a dragon they didn't deserve a store.

“Huff, Jaune, I'm sorry I took you there. Maybe we can do this again some other time to make it up. I didn't realize they were racist assholes” Yang said, rubbing her arm apologetically.

“It's fine I didn't really want to eat out anyways too greasy for my taste”

“Good so maybe see you sometime around this weekend”

 “sounds good to me” with a soft smile they both left back to Beacon.

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Ruby was humming to herself and her dorm room with her two other teammates,  many would call her stupid or aloof and in her humble opinion they're dead wrong.  she had set out a cunning plan she knew Yang didn't trust her best buddy. so she figured the best way to bring them closer together would be to take them to a place where they had no choice but to be close.

 Yang tagging along of her own free will was all part of her master plan. she was going to leave them at the dinner together although the long wait time gave her the perfect excuse. quietly humming that a plan all came together she noticed Weiss looking at her.

"What"

“What are you so happy about you're even more insufferable than usual”

“My master plan is coming together and soon my sister and best buddy will become best buddies”

“What if this backfires? I've read enough novels to know where this is going” Blake said with her cat ears twitching about. all her fantasy novels and fanfics she's read. and her opinion fiction mirrors reality, and although some of the tropes are outlandish, they are based in reality. 

“Nah what could go wrong” Ruby said in her nonchalant manner with all the confidence in the world.

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4 days after the Hang out session ying have been spending more time with jaune finding she actually enjoyed his company. The fact that he found her puns funny, Though by his own omission, he've never really seen a comedy and finds anything she does funny. But still.

She found herself staring at jonam while they were in the midull of professor port selecture.

"Andthat class is when the usra my whole arm. Luckily for me. This gave me the perfect opportunity to choke it from within the basterd. I thought I could not still control it."

The class professor bellowed. As outlandish , as the professor was with his storytelling , this one may have been true in her opinion. He was a Frankenstein. They had a tendency to still control their limbs after they were gone.

Looking back at jaune as he was enamored by Professor Port's story Even writing down some notable bits. Since he was studying necromancy magic, it made sense. Only for her to use magic in her eyes to look a bit closer and realized he was writing down his story rather than anything of importance to his field of magic.

Another thing she found Herself liking about him. He was innocently gullible.

RING RING RING

"It would appear were out of time for today's lecture. Be sure to study what we went over in class. grimm anatomy is very important"

Standing up and making her way over to jaune She noticed penny was talking to him. Is an instinctual part of her brain didn't like this something wrilled up jealousy within her. But she put it down journal was his own person and he could talk to whoever he wanted.

"Hey, vomit boy. How about we head out to the arcade today since yesterday we went to the bowling alley" Courtesy of her rather large horde of gold. For some reason It was easier. Spinning it on him, then was on herself.

"Sorry yang, I already promised Penny here that we'd spend some more time together.So I wish you could figure out how to be more life like"

That's cool. That's fine. He's his own person. He's allowed to not spend time with me

"Salutations friend yang"

Was penny's voice always so annoying and grating. Yang found herself becoming unreasonably jealous.