#BEES SCHNEES ARE VERY GORGEOUS TO ME !

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RWBY: Ice Queendom Ep. 4 - Ice Queendom

On her snowboard, Ruby slides down the snowy field. Weiss, possessed by the Grimm “Nightmare”, created a world in her dreams, which is a reflection of her mind. With the help of Shion, a Huntsman specializing in the Grimm “Nightmare”, Ruby sneaks into Weiss’ dream and heads toward the place where the “Nightmare” had taken root. Those possessed by the “Nightmare” will be entrapped in a nightmare where Aura and life will be deprived. Weiss was already in a dangerous condition. Ruby was so eager to quickly free Weiss from the “Nightmare” but the world reflecting Weiss’ mind, block’s Ruby’s way.

I don’t know if I said so last time but either way the scenery animation is GORGEOUS

I love snowboarder!Ruby!

The dream world stuff is cool looking! But the White Fang being Grimm-like… oh Weiss… well you get your development

Professor Shion’s powers are very interesting to me… also a little confusing, ha

Why didn’t Blake and Yang go in? Is Ruby the only one who likes Weiss enough to try dssdfsfds? I mean Weiss and Blake obviously had that big clash, and Yang wasn’t happy with Weiss over everything that happened…

Oh, they just sent Ruby in to find it first, alright. Oz is right though, girls, don’t feel too bad, just worry about beating this Grimm!

Yang being encouraging as always, love the Bees

Yuck that’s so many images of Jacques, oh Weiss my poor girl…

Ruby you are terrible at stealth sdffsfdsa

Ruby, be careful with those Aura coins! Taking a picture of the map was smart though

Oh boy the propaganda… yep Ruby Jacques is not nice

Is the… is the bat Whitley?? Is that how Weiss sees him, sneaking around being a spy and a snitch? And Klein being robots seems… unfair he always helped her

SHE LOCKED JN_R UP FOR SILLY CRIMES SFSFSDFFD NOOOO… and also CRDL maybe??

Ooooh thorn-covered walls and magic objects, very fairytale, love it

The shadows must represent the people around in Atlas that Weiss sees but doesn’t feel close with… but Willow being a shadow as well… ouch

“The girl in the black garments”…. Blake??

Why do they keep saying “Big Nicholas???” dsafdfsdgdfsg i know it’s Grandpa Schnee but-

Winter is a magic book that gives advice and judgements, oooooh interesting

Awww Rubes, no! Weiss does like you, you can do this!!

Also dream!Weiss lacking a scar… trying to block out an “imperfection”?

So much new content! So enjoyable, and I love the whole Empire concept for Weiss’ mindscape, and seeing how the other characters appeared. I felt bad for poor Ruby trying to get through this alone. I’m excited to see where the story goes!

#rwby #RWBY Ice Queendom #my reactions

[homelychill]

puppy girl yang because uhhhh uuhhhhhh i said so 

#BEES SCHNEES ARE VERY GORGEOUS TO ME ! #yang xiao long #rwby yang #rwby yang xiao long #rwby #rwby8 #rwby v8 #rwby vol 8 #bee's schnees

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Soulmate AU part 10!!!!!

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Guys. It’s been a week now since this started. I just wanted to say again, thank you to all the lovely folk who have liked, reblogged, followed, messaged, and replied. You keep me motivated and loving every word that I write, knowing that I’ll get to share it with you.

“We- ah, defeated! The three,” Marinette was saying to the police, and Damian stopped and listened, bewildered, as she played up her French accent, searching for words he was absolutely certain she knew. “And then we hid in the dark room, and I kept Mme. Isley quiet, as they looked for us. And then Red Hood came, and told us it was safe, and took Mme. Isley, and we came out to you.”

Gordon looked tired, but that did seem to be a Police Commissioner’s natural state. “Thank you, Miss Dupain-Cheng. Damian Wayne. Let’s get your statement, real quick, and then you can go.”

Damian cocked one brow. “We were in a back room, speaking, when Pamela stumbled in, injured. Marinette bound her wound while I called for help. We were found by some of Scarecrow’s lackeys, but we managed to subdue them before hiding, until we were given an all clear by Red Hood. He took Pam, and we came here.”

Gordon grinned lightly. “Succinct as always. I’ll let your dad know if we need anything else.”

“It is appreciated, Commissioner.” Damian inclined his head, and offered an arm back to Marinette. “We’ll be on our way.”

The walk to the hotel was silent. Damian guided her, and she seemed lost in her own head.

Until they reached the hotel. As they stepped through the doors, Marinette was torn from his arms by two blondes. He tensed, preparing to fight, until he realized that Marinette was reaching back for them.

“How dare you, Dupain-Cheng! Have you even checked your phone? Do you know how worried we’ve been?” The blonde girl cried out. Damian, grateful he knew French, sat back to observe. “The whole city’s been talking about Scarecrow attacking the gardens, and you were there-“

“You really scared us, Mari,” the boy echoed, holding her tight. It took Damian all off half a moment to recognize him from the pictures Jon had shown him as his friend’s soulmate. How interesting.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Marinette consoled them. “Look, see, I’m okay-“

“You’re covered in BLOOD,” the girl screeched.

“Not mine,” Marinette insisted, “I’m perfectly unharmed-“

“Who’s this?”

Jon’s soulmate was looking at him. He’d spoken the last words in English. Marinette turned back to look at him apologetically as the girl also cast her eyes his way.

“I’m Damian,” He intoned. “Though I’m certain you both already know that.”

“This is Chloé, and I’m Adrien,” Adrien grinned at him, looking as smug as the cat that caught the canary.

Chloé sniffed. “We’re important people, Adrien. Last names. We’re Chloé Bourgeois and Adrien Agreste, Damian.”

Marinette, for her part, looked exasperated and was turning pink. “Guys, please-“

“It’s important that he knows who he’s up against if he does anything,” Chloé steamrolled on over Marinette’s protestations. “Rich boy or not, Marinette’s got us in her corner. And I’m not above using my superpowers to get revenge.”

“Alright, Queen Bee,” Adrien rolled his eyes, and very suddenly Damian realized that the bossy, screechy girl hanging off of his soulmate was one of the elusive heroes that Tim had spoken about last night.

“Enough.” Marinette’s voice cut across them, and Damian turned back to her. She looked at Damian in return, assessing, almost waiting.

“I’d like to spend more time with you, if you aren’t too worn out by all the excitement,” he found himself offering.

And he was rewarded by her bright smile. “I’d like that, too. Adrien, Chloé, I’m going to change, and you aren’t allowed to be your usual brat selves until I get back. Play nice.”

She walked away, and Damian was left staring after her. He’d found himself in turns very wary, very interested, and very awestruck by Marinette, and it was honestly something like how he thought a spinning top might feel, constantly unsure of how he would land.

Very disconcerting.

“She’s always like this,” Adrien advised, still grinning smugly as he clapped him on the shoulder. “You’ll just have to learn to live with it.”

“Hmph,” Chloé moved so that she was leaning on Damian. He fought the urge to shove both her and Adrien away, possibly with some actual force. At this point not only was it in his best interest to play nice with Marinette’s friends, but he was also entirely sure they were doing this to mess with him. “One would hope that a soulmate wouldn’t just learn to live with something, but rather enjoy these things about their soulmate.”

“You can’t stand that Kagami will drink her coffee after it cools,” Adrien shot back. “There are things that you can dislike about your soulmate.”

“Not for Marinette.”

The tone of their conversation had become dangerously serious, and both blondes were still practically hanging off either side of him, conversing around him as if he were a particularly in the way wall. They were still in the lobby of the hotel, though he appreciated that their voices stayed low despite their- enthusiasm.

Damian stayed silent.

“No,” Adrien agreed slowly. “Not for Marinette. What say you, Damian?”

“I am not entirely certain what I would be agreeing to, honestly.” Damian wasn’t sure which of them he was supposed to be looking at, but they were both doing their best to stare straight into him. “I am also mostly certain that Marinette would consider this as you being your usual brat selves, as she put it.”

“Hmm,” Chloé squinted at him. “Rich boy’s got some bark. What about bite?”

“Rich boy kept Mari safe during a villain attack,” Adrien pointed out. “So he’s not useless. Also, rich boy? I’m rich. You’re rich. Was it supposed to be an insult?”

“Oh, Adrikins,” Chloé pouted. “Don’t play dumb. We’re rich, but neither of us is anywhere near Wayne Rich.”

“This is utterly ridiculous.” Damian finally pulled himself out of their grasps, though he notices neither of them so much as wobbles as they deal with the sudden imbalance. “If you two will not reign in whatever inane urges you have to bother me, I will simply wait for Marinette somewhere else.”

Adrien stood up again, shaking imaginary dust off of himself. “Alright, alright. Cool it, Chloé, he wasn’t a pushover or too rude towards us.”

Chloé was still glaring towards him. “Well. He’s passed the first test, at least. The jury is still out, especially since he hasn’t met Kagami or Luka, yet.”

“If you could stop threatening him, for two seconds!” Marinette dashed back over, and Damian had to keep his jaw from dropping. She’d been stunningly pretty in an innocent way, in the floral dress before, but now she was-

Well. She was gorgeous.

Her hair was down, damp but loosely wavy. She’d put on dark jeans and a pink top that shimmered with each movement, a scooped neckline that only just concealed where he now knew his name sat curled over her shoulder. She had a dark lump over one arm, and he assumed it would be a light jacket until she shook it out and revealed a triangular black shawl. In a second she had draped it artfully over her shoulders, completing the look.

“Disgustingly pretty as always,” Chloé sneered, but Damian caught the way the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile.

“So, Damian, what do you suggest we do?” Marinette ignored her friends, securing his arm again, and he let her. It felt normal now, the way the low buzz settled into his bones with the contact.

He gave Chloé and Adrien one last look before following her lead and ignoring them, turning her towards the door. “I intended to take you to lunch, if you would allow me. After your first official villain attack, I would like to show you some of the better aspects of Gotham.”

She gave him the same bright smile, and he felt like he was finally starting to understand why all it took was looking at Kori for Dick to start grinning sappily. He smiled back. His entire reputation as being haughty, angry and stoic was going to fall to shambles the moment anyone ever saw her with him. He resolved himself to being made fun of by his entire family for weeks, if not months.

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#maribat #daminette #daminette soulmates #soulmate au #fanfic #funfact: this scene originally had Lila in it and was titled ‘liars in the lobby’ like a magic tree house book #question- would people be interested in seeing scrapped scenes and cut things? is this to your tastes? #because otherwise i keep them for no reason

[blake-belladonna-defence-force]

Okay, so if you're up for it, how about something with Team RWBY getting all dressed up for the Schnee Mansion Dinner (that they know probably wont end well but whateves) and have the bees not only be awestruck at each others outfits but, I dunno, have a cute little moment where one of them fixes the other up and they just get lost in each others eyes for a moment? If this could feature Suffering!Weiss that would be the cherry on top.

I like where your mind’s at, mate.

There is a bit of angst regarding Adam not allowing Blake to really explore her gender expression and how she wants to present herself. Naturally, Yang puts those insecurities to rest.

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“Grapes!”

Despite the whole Schnee dinner situation being less than ideal for Blake, she couldn’t help but smile her partner’s grumble of frustration from the bathroom.

“You know…” Blake called pulled her short hair into a low ponytail, leaving some out to frame her face. “You could just swear. You’re a big girl.”

“Blake. A little less sass, please.” Came the disgruntled reply, but Blake’s sensitive hearing picked up on a quiet laugh.

“You like my sass.” Blake called cheekily as she gave herself a once over.

She was wearing a suit, black blazer with gold accents and the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, short sleeved light purple button down under her blazer, form fitting black pants and black heels with gold accents. She smiled at herself, adjusting the black tie so that it was a little looser than was strictly appropriate for Atlesion culture.

She didn’t think that a lot of Atlesians would be impressed with a woman wearing a suit. Especially the Schnees. But she really couldn’t care less. She had always felt more comfortable in more masculine clothes. Oh yes, she enjoyed dresses and makeup. But there was something about a more masculine or androgynous style of clothing that felt far more like her.

She had never been free to explore her gender expression like this before. Adam had always been so controlling. Quietly suggesting certain styles. Pointing her to what he expected of women. How he wanted her to look.

And it hurt. It hurt to conform to another’s expectations of her. It hurt believing that who she wanted to be, wasn’t beautiful to him. So she let go of that style that felt so natural to her. Each time he told her that women don’t wear this or women don’t do that… she felt another little piece of her crack.

But she was free. Her cracks were filling with gold and her wounds were healing. Yes, she still hurt. Yes, she still felt his influence over her. But it was growing less and less the further she got from him. She knew now that how he treated her wasn’t right. That it wasn’t love. It was pain and it was control. She was never a partner, but a possession.

And now? She could be herself. She could be a dork. She could be bold and confident. She could be playful. She could laugh and smile. She could express herself and the people she cared about would listen to her. She was allowed to be angry and passionate. She was allowed to be Blake.

And she could finally look in the mirror and see the woman she wanted to be.

“Dammit.” Yang cursed. “Hey, Blake?”

“Yes, Yang?” Blake answered as she ran a final check in her makeup.

“Um.” Yang sounded embarrassed. “The back of this stupid dress is giving me trouble. Could you zip me up?”

“Of course.” Blake said as she walked over to their bathroom and knocked on the door. “Is it safe to come in?”

She heard a click and waited a moment before walking in, giving Yang time to cover up.

And when she did? Blake was sure she was having a heart attack. Yang had opted for a gold gown that carried past her knees, down to mid shin. The collar of the dress sat around her neck, keeping the dress up but the zipper, starting at the base of her spine and stopping in between her shoulders. It wasn’t too loose, nor too form fitting, showing off toned arms and shoulders. Blake felt her mouth run dry.

“Blake?” Yang called over her shoulder.

“Oh.” Blake snapped her shelf out of it and approached Yang, taking a moment to acknowledge the fact that she held the slightest height advantage when she was in heels and Yang was barefoot. “Sorry.”

She approached Yang and gently pulled the sides of the dress together and started to pull up the zipper.

‘Huh. She even has freckles on her back.’ Blake thought to herself before a flush coated her cheeks. Maybe it would be better if she stopped focusing on her back. ‘Even if it t is a nice back.’

Blake’s face was definitely red as she pulled the zipper up, a shiver running through Yang as Blake’s knuckles accidentally grazed her spine. She made sure that the zipper wouldn’t come undone and stepped back, letting out a shaky breath when Yang turned around to smile gratefully at her. Her makeup, though Blake had already seen it considering she had done it, didn’t over power her features. Instead it emphasised them and Blake was pretty sure she was going to die because Yang was a dangerous amount of gorgeous.

Yang’s smile fell slightly, mouth falling open as she looked Blake up and down, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and biting it, a blush of her own coating her cheeks.

“Wow.” Yang whispered, walking up to Blake and pausing, a surprised look crossing her features when she had to look ever so slightly up. Blake knew it would be short lived untilYang put in her own shoes but she still enjoyed the slightly flustered expression on Yang’s face. “That- you look incredible.”

“Me?” Blake laughed softly, eyes softening when Yang reached up to adjust her blazer. “I’m wondering if I’m looking at my partner or an angel.”

She giggled as Yang’s blush darkened and she continued fiddling with Blake jacket.

“Shut up.” Yang huffed, stepping closer unconsciously. Blake’s hands instinctively found their way to Yang’s waist as the brawler ran her hands over Blake’s shoulders, straightening out her jacket. “Let me successfully compliment you this one time.” She whined with a pout, her hands moving to Blake’s collar and adjusting it.

“Now, where’s the fun in that?” Blake murmured, gaze on Yang’s face as the woman carefully adjusted Blake blazer. When it was deemed adjusted, she looked up at Blake and caught her staring.

“You’re staring.” Yang said whispered, hands still resting on Blake’s shoulders.

“Can you blame me?” Blake said softly, ears relaxing as Yang’s thumbs stroked her shoulders. “You’re beautiful.”

Yang’s eyes widened and she bit her lip, smile fighting its way into her face.

“I-“ Yang let out a nervous laugh. “Thank you. You look beautiful, too.” She paused, a thought coming to mind before she spoke again. “Or do you prefer handsome?”

“Oh.” Blake blinked in surprise. Having somebody ask her what she felt more comfortable with was certainly a new feeling. “No, I’m okay with beautiful.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah.”

The two women stood quietly in each other’s arms, gazing into each other’s eyes, more than okay with letting the world pass them by.

“You… really like it?” Blake asked, old insecurities getting the best of her as she gazed at Yang in concern.

“It doesn’t matter what I think.” Yang said gently, reaching up to cup Blake’s jaw. “What matters to me is that you feel comfortable. That you feel like you. Your beautiful because of who you are, Blake, not what you are. But I will say this…” Yang grinned at her, a playful glint in her beautiful lilac eyes. “You definitely need to wear suits more often. They suit you.”

“Thank-“ Blake blinked as her mind processed the pun and she let out a pained groan, dropping her head to the crook of Yang’s neck as the other woman snorted. “Why are you like this?” She complained, despite the smile on her face and the giggle bubbling from her lips.

“You love it.”

Blake pulled back to haze at Yang, shaking her head fondly at her ridiculous partner, another giggle falling from her lips as she butted her forehead against Yang’s affectionately.

“I… suppose I am kind of fond of you.” She murmured, smile soft and tender. “Terrible puns and all.”

“Just kind of fond?” Yang questioned in a manner that was almost coy, tugging Blake closer by her jacket. “Don’t lie. I’m the best thing that ever happened to you.” Yang smirked cockily, hands on Blake’s shoulders again.

“You won’t get any argument from me there, Yang.” Blake whispered, pulling Yang as close as possible by her waist, thumbs stoking soothing circles into it.

Yang’s smug expression slowly dropped into something more unsure and vulnerability.

“No?” She asked, voice thick, eyes averting self-consciously.

“Yang.” Blake said gently, bringing Yang’s gaze back to her with a gentle hand on her jaw. “You were, are and will continue to be the best decision that I could ever make.”

Yang’s eyes widened before she leaned into Blake’s palm, gazing at her with a tenderness that made Blake’s heart stutter.

Neither girl said anything, lost in the moment and each other’s gaze. Blake with one hand on Yang’s waist and the other cupping her jaw, thumb stroking her cheek. Yang held onto said hand with her prosthetic one, thumb stroking the back of it as her other hand cupped the back of Blake’s neck.

“What is taking so-“ an indignant voice yelled as the door to the bathroom was pushed open. “Oh my God. Are you kidding me?!”

It was probably a good thing that Weiss interrupted otherwise they may have stood there forever.

“We have a dinner to get to! Stare at each other on your own time!” Weiss growled as she threw Yang’s shoes at her head, the blonde woman catching them effortlessly as she rolled her eyes at Blake, twirling a finger at her temple and mouthing “crazy” at her. Blake covered her giggle with her hand. “Blake! I told you to make sure you were both ready on time!”

“I got distracted.” Blake shrugged, smirking at a very angry Weiss. “So sue me.”

Blake tilted her head curiously when she noticed Weiss’s eye twitch. Was she developing a tic?

“Just… be down stairs in five.” Weiss said wearily. “Without wearing each other’s lipstick.”

And with that Weiss stormed off, leaving behind two flustered partners.

“Um.” Yang mumbled as she put on her low heels and held out her hand to Blake, who took it shyly, entwining their fingers. “We should go.”

Blake allowed herself to be led out of the room, smile soft.

“Hey, Blake?” Yang asked softly, gazing over at her with a small smile.

“Yes, Yang?”

“How much do you want to bet that Weiss will want to kill us by the end of the night?” Yang’s smile shifted into a playful smirk.

Blake let out a giggle and leaned her head on Yang’s shoulder as they walked, both girls more than content to walk quietly, smirks shifting to soft smiles as they enjoyed the presence of their beautiful partner.

#rwby #blake belladonna #bumbleby #yang xiao long #rwby spoilers #rwby vol 7 spoilers #fanfic

[citadelofmythoughts]

Here’s a little excerpt from part 1 of my current fic. Warning: Bees trying on wedding dresses and a little sweet Whiterose interaction too. I’d put in a spoiler warning but honestly it’s not spoiling much :) Twenty minutes later Blake emerged from the back room wearing a dark purple floor-length gown. Small purple beads on the skirt caught the light and glittered like stars, the purple bodice was embellished with a black vine pattern and the whole ensemble was finished off with a sheer black cape that draped over one shoulder. 

Weiss looked smug as both Ruby and especially Yang gasped. When Blake did a twirl and exposed a very shapely leg, she saw a dazed expression on Yang’s face the likes of which she had only seen once before, at Haven. 

“So, you like it then?” Blake said with a coy smile. 

Yang blinked and tried to form a coherent sentence. “I am the luckiest damn woman on Remnant.” 

“Okay Yang, enough drooling, it’s your turn.” and Weiss pushed the girl toward the waiting tailor. 

After Yang had left the room, Blake turned to Weiss. “This is the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever worn, you’ve got impeccable taste as always. Thank you.” “You two are my best friends and you both deserve this.” 

“Weiss, can we talk for just a second? Privately?” 

“Go ahead, I don’t mind.” and Ruby pulled out her scroll while walking far enough away to give the two girls some privacy. 

“I know this is a strange time to bring this up, but my father had, well, a business proposition for you.” and Blake laid out the details of Ghira’s plan. “He’s at his hotel if you want to call him.”

Weiss was trying very hard to keep calm. “I...think I will. Yang will be a while yet. I’ll be right back.” 

As the white-haired girl walked to the other side of the store to make the call, Ruby approached Blake, “What’s going on?” 

“Something good, I hope but Weiss would kill me if I said anything right now.” and Blake smiled reassuringly. 

Shortly Yang emerged from the fitting area in a storm of orange and gold. The lower half of her gown was semi-sheer and gradated from orange at the waist to yellow at the hem and like a mirror image of Blake’s gown, there were golden flecks throughout so it shimmered whenever she moved. The bodice was deep orange with golden lacework trim and while the front showed only slight cleavage the back of the dress was daringly open showing Yang’s powerful muscles to good advantage. 

It was Blake’s turn to stare.  She could feel her pulse racing in her ears. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” 

Yang looked at Blake adoringly. “Nope, have you looked in a mirror lately?” 

“You two are disgustingly cute.” and Ruby mimed getting sick.

“I take it you approve then, Sis?” 

“You both look gorgeous!” 

“You do, both of you.” Weiss beamed as she approached the trio. 

Blake turned, “So how did it go?” 

“I’ll call my lawyers later to formalize the paperwork but by this time tomorrow FaCo Incorporated” will be the majority shareholders of Schnee Dust Company and will have control of the direction the company will take.” 

Ruby squinted her eyes in confusion. “Who or what is FaCo?” 

“A front company for a group of Faunus investors, led by Blake’s father. I just sold my shares for 10,000 lien.” 

It was Yang’s turn to look confused. “Um, that doesn’t sound like much money.”

Weiss shrugged. “It’s not but it’s enough to cover the dresses, the hotel stay and travel back to Patch.” 

Ruby froze, not daring to believe what she was hearing. “You...you’re not leaving?” and Weiss went over and tenderly touched her cheek. 

“Never again.”

#bumbleby #whiterose #fanfic