Kick My Ass

When you light a candle,                                       you also cast a shadow.

“ᴵ'ᵐ ᶰᵒᵗ ᑫᵘᶦᵗᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ⋅ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵖᶫᵃᶰᶰᶦᶰᵍ ᵒᶰ ᶫᵉᵗᵗᶦᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᶦᵖˢ ᶠᵃᶫᶫ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵃʸ⋅”

Indie Pyrrha Nikos from RWBY Roleplay Blog

Primarily prefers RPing within the RWBY verse.

Crossover RP not looked for, but allowed.

OCs are alright. I tend to be really picky about them, though.

Mostly Para-RP, but can do short rapid-fire RP as well

I will RP most NSFW things; violence, torture, gore, smut. I am of legal age in the U.S., and most other countries.

I will also RP any AU ideas I like.

I will never press for/force NSFW situations. I will not RP NSFW situations with those that are underage.

I won’t press for ships, so I’d like the same to be done for me. It’s very likely I will not ship pyrrha/jaune (arkos) with anyone.

I track flamecolored and flame-colored.

Fingers kiss

Flustering Yang wasn’t easy, all in all. Sure, she could get a blush sometimes, even an embarrassed giggle, but in the end, the blonde was too used to attention and affection to be moved by much, and honestly, Blake would’ve never guessed this was her weakness.

Sensitive fingertips, even with bruised knuckles and calloused palms, Yang was hiding her face, fully red, stuttering as Blake bit down on a fingertip, purring loudly.

They were alone in the dorm, things like this always happened.

But Yang never whined, not like she was right now. Never looked so much like prey in her eyes, whimpering as the Faunus advanced.

Spending time with Yang had become a bit of a habit, started by a weird feeling of having to do it - they were partners, after all - and some friendliness, since both were Faunus, and eventually, it grew into something more. Right now, it was a weird, almost-dating, like standing right at the edge but neither saying a thing about it.

Blake felt it, but then again, what if Yang didn’t?

Still, they were friends. Close, always close, and when Weiss had her minor freakouts about Faunus, it was easy to vent to each other, even if the blonde wasn’t half as intense about it as Blake could be.

“His attitude kinda makes it seem like he’s asking for it though, you know?” Yang snickers. “.. But yeah. I mean, at least she’s getting better. That’s more than we can say for, like, half of Remnant.” Yang gave a shrug, removing her arm from around Blake before flopping backwards on the bed.

Yang followed through after connecting with the kick, swinging out to keep Neo knocked down with a punch to her stomach - only to find herself clocked across the head by the girl's parasol. Vision spinning for a moment, Yang tucked and rolled out of the way to prevent herself from getting hit again, staggering up to her feet and holding the back of her head.

"What's that thing made of? Lead?" Yang huffed and lowered her hand back down, clenching her fists as she got back into a battle stance. "You're pretty good, short-stack. What're you doing wasting your skill on that Torchwick guy? We've already got him captured, anyway. You should just give up so I don't have to break your pretty little face." Angry expression shifting into a cocky smirk once more, she made a 'come at me' motion at the other girl.

In a moment of weakness, her eyes widened as Yang punched Neo in the stomach. She doubled over and clutched her stomach, before quickly beginning to regain her composure. She opened up her parasol, hiding behind it for protection.

A hit! Backed up by her semblance, her had actually landed a good, solid punch on the other girl, and she could feel her confidence flooding back in. Letting out a little chuckle, she went to follow through with another hit to the double'd over girl, but the punch was blocked by the parasol as it opened, forcing her back slightly.