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(neomerc mafia au: they’re trying to kill each other while they’re flirting, occasional tag team to snuff out competition, lots of spicy meet ups even though their bosses have clearly told them to stop it)
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OKAY I’M DONE I SWEAR
for tonight
I had to do the trash ship tho. Because I know no one else will
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otp sparring: nice
otp sparring until one of them has a back to the wall and a blade at their throat: excellent
the other person dropping their weapon and the otp is k i s s i n g: I WILL LIFT THIS TABLE AND FLI P IT
@mythical-maid I WILL FIND MY WAY OVER THERE AND SHOVE YOUR FACE INTO A CAKE WITH YOUR NAME ON IT HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY
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tfw there are only two works for your rarepair on ao3
tfw they’re both yours
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long time no sin ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
THROWS MYSELF OFF A CLIFF
@technoskittles AND I WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT THIS TYPE OF SCENARIO I’M GOING TO S C R E A M
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reblog and tag your rarepair + their rarepair hell tier
0 - this pairing isn’t rare and there’s plenty of content for it 1 - this pairing is kinda rare enough for me to have consumed all existing content for it but there is enough good content to be satisfied with reconsuming 2 - it’s about as popular as any f/f ship is going to get 3 - it’s rare but there’s one very determined ask blog creating a lot of content for it/one very detailed ongoing au that supplies/etc 4 - it’s me and maybe five other dudes and a weird fetish artist i don’t want to talk to 5 - it’s me and my two friends 6 - i literally named and founded this ship and i am my only crew
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Take It All
Pairing: Neomerc
Rating: T
Word Count: 1292
Summary: Neo hasn’t been able to sleep well since Roman’s death during the Battle of Beacon. Now, Mercury is all she has left.
Read it here!!
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Pictures for you and your hipster & trash boyfriend.
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well you already did the bees so... 1, neomerc \o/?
“Come over here and make me.”
“Aw, shit,” muttered Mercury as he discovered another pair of lose screws in his right leg’s knee joint. The past few weeks had been chock-full of assassinations that he and Emerald had to carry out almost back to back. Although he didn’t mind and in fact enjoyed that he got to go out so much, it left him with very little time for repairs.
Grabbing hold of a screwdriver, he began to tighten the screws, counting aloud each time he made a full turn. Just as he made sure the first screw was done, his scroll let out a small beep. Reaching for it with his free hand, he turned it on to find a message from Neo waiting for him.
Keep it down. Unlike you, I like to sleep.
Smirking, he turned around to see Neo sitting upright in his bed with the blankets just barely covering her bare chest. Without breaking eye contact, he typed a message back to her and smugly hit the send button.
Come over here and make me.
Without waiting for a response, he returned to tightening the other screw, quickening his pace as he heard footsteps approach him. Finishing just in time to see Neo approach him from the front, he tossed the screwdriver to the floor and put his hands behind his head, admiring the view before him.
Returning the smirk with one of her own, Neo closed her eyes as she sat down on his lap and traced both hands up from his chest all the way to around his neck. She then opened her eyes, and Mercury felt his body quiver in excitement as two pink eyes looked at him in hunger.
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More Neo х мerc plѕ Iтѕ мy aeѕтнeтιc lмao
(GLADLY)
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I’ve recently learned that when spooning, if the big spoon is the smaller one, it’s called jetpacking.
For @redteamshark bc they had a rough day yesterday and I need to draw more. I’m v proud of the legs.
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Toxic like crackships and power plays.
AN: It occurred to me that Neo wasn’t in the flashback of episode 7, so, here. I don’t know what this is.
They’re on the back of a truck. Emerald asked if the big, burly woman driving it wouldn’t mind three sweet girls taking up the back. Her eyes flicked over them and Mercury isn’t sure what she saw, but her mouth softened and now they’re balanced precariously on sacks of grain, Emerald’s boots resting against the softer fabric of a bag of apples. All the driver asked was that they watch out and make sure those don’t get bruised. They may be little shits, but why be nastier than they have to be? Never gets them anywhere. Mercury looks from Emerald to Cinder and back again. They’re both beautiful, especially since regular meals have filled them out. He never mentions it, because why be stupid, but he appreciates it. It’s like the big guy’s winking at him. “So what’s Roman got to show us that’s so special?” He says, and does not flinch when Cinder glares at him. There isn’t enough heat in it to warrant a cowering. “He wanted it to be a surprise.” She says, and her tone goes a long way in explaining what she promised to do to him if he left it that way.
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I’ve recently learned that when spooning, if the big spoon is the smaller one, it’s called jetpacking.
For @redteamshark bc they had a rough day yesterday and I need to draw more. I’m v proud of the legs.
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Mercury X Neo ship name, why not planet ice cream? (Ironic, considering Mercury is the closest to the sun and it would be like ultra melted but shhhh)
So far I’ve seen olympic medals, neomerc, sweet sugar kicks, and harlequin. I dont think there’s really an official one but yours is cute! The master of all things neo x merc is @sorryoutofrice, so they might know better!
I suggest:
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(important things happen on skype
@based-neo look at our two losers)
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RWBY: Mercury’s Treat (NeoMerc)
Mercury was in his room, reclined against the side of his bed as he sat on the floor, a book in hand. It was a long day and all he wanted to do was sit back and do nothing. But those simple plans were interrupted, not by a knock at the door or anything else, but by the intrusion of another.
Neo strode into his room as if it were her own, dressed in little more than a towel with her damp hair laying across her shoulder. He watched her pay him no mind, giving him no greeting, and she walked over to his wardrobe, tossing her towel at him as she browsed his selection of shirts. Mercury, temporarily blinded by the damp cloth, pulled it from him head just a Neo slipped one of his grey shirts over her shoulders. Pulling her arms through the sleeves it looked like a dress on her small frame.