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rwby-encrusted-blog · 2 years

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Demand for a Duel Part Two:

The Contact over the Contract

Penny: Salutations Winter!

Winter: Hail and well met Madame Polendina! I request your assistance in transcribing my words onto parchment for a missive to my Mother, if you would be so inclined?

Penny: Of course Winter! Although why write a letter instead of Calling her on your scroll?

Winter: Aesthetic Dear. Are you prepared to write?

Penny: *holding genuine parchment and a Quill* Absolutely Winter!

Winter:

"Dearest Mother,

Whilst visiting Weiss a most intriguing event occurred. Saphron of Arcs, Knight of Rouge and Gold, Addressed my beloved sister in an aggressive manner, demanding reparations for a lack of feeling being returned to her brother in matters of romance. The given Deviation 'tween Lady Saphron and Sister Weiss' skills, I interceded, taking the place of whom was challenged. Yet My Sister is known to me, and she hath gazed at the only son sired by Prismeya and Blane Cherryl Arc, with not bile and ferocity, but with a gentleness I have seen reserved to only those she trusts most, and loves dearly. The look that, in my absence has left me forlorn and wanting for the affection we shared as Fledglings, but may only partake in during these scant moments we share. We had planned for a duel on the eve of this day, yet the Mistress of these festivities hath forasken that plan of Action. It will be held in one week. I pray for your schedules clarity so that you may bear witness to our battle.

Your Beloved Eldest, Winter Schnee"

Penny: Is that all Winter?

Winter: Indeed it is Penny. If you would be so kind as to deliver that letter and shut the door behind you, I would be appreciative. Gods Be with Ye.

Penny: Verily Knight Winter! *Steps outside* Salutations and well met Fair Weiss, Heiress of the Schnee Company, First to her Name!

Weiss: Huh! Oh! Hi Penny, I'd love to talk, But I'm looking for Winter Right now, Do you know where she is?

Penny: Your eldest sibling is right in here! I'm off to find my beloved Girlfriend Ruby. Gods be with Ye!

Weiss: Gods be with .. Ye? B-Bye?

Winter: Hello sister. What ills you on this day?

Weiss: Stop this. What even IS THIS!? WHat are you doing? HOw do you know Lady Saph- Saphron. Just Saphron.

Winter: Why do you wish me to cease my plans to duel Knight Saph-

Weiss: It's JUST Saphron.

Winter: -ron? To turn my belly skyward would bring tidings of shame and dishonor upon our name! And for how I know the eldest of the Arc children, Mother wished me to have Acquaintances beyond the suitors that father wished, and as such contacted an old ally of hers - Prismeya, Matriarch of the Arc lineage. We were 'Penpals' as our mothers put it.

Weiss: Okay. Whats with the archaic valean?

Winter: I know not of which you speak.

Weiss: ... You know what? I'm gonna go see if Jaune has had any success in talking sense into Saphron of Arcs.

Winter: Very well. Gods be with ye.

Weiss: Adieu, Fair sister.

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Jaune: Terra, Terra, Please, as your favorite Brother in law, the uncle to your child, PLEASE GET YOUR WIFE UNDER CONTROL.

Terra: Why would I do that? Do you know how long it's been seen I've watched her fight someone? Let alone go all out? I want to watch this.

Jaune: how was she even going to fight? I doubt she got her weapons back from mom.

Terra: She was gonna use Crocea Mors.

Jaune: Oh. Well she would've needed a bit to get used to the difference in weight and length.

Terra: Yeah, but because she has time now, shes writing a 'missive' to your mom telling her to bring your family, along with Reel and Woe

Jaune: SHES WHAT?

Terra: Jaune, I'm a foot away from you, please don't yell. What's wrong, Don't you miss them?

Jaune: I'm sorry, and of course I miss them. It's just ... I haven't seen most of them since I left, with a few letters and scroll calls sent back and forth. Plus all my family all at once is a lot. Especially since I have three teammates, and RWBY, and seven sisters ...

Terra: Your worried their all gonna pair off and leave you behind like all those kids did in grade school?

Jaune: I was gonna say They'll overwhelm me and cause wanton violence and destruction, Especially Nora and either Anna or Olive, but now I've got two things to be anxious about.

Weiss: Jaune! Hath thou wrought sense upon the mind of your eldest?

Jaune: Say that again in modern please.

Weiss: Whatever do you mean? I've been talking norm- Have I been talking like them?!

Jaune: Yes you were. Please gather your team. I need to show you all a presentation tomorrow.

Weiss: Brothers It's like a virus. I will get right on that! What's it about?

Jaune: Well I was hoping to introduce all of you slowly, It seems fate like throwing curve-balls at my head. Hope your ready to meet the family Weiss, because their sure as hell gonna be ready to meet you.

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To my beloved family,

I have found the wench that enraptured our dearest Jaune in beauty, only to dash his hopes upon rocks. In the process of demanding her to a duel, the sister of the Queen of Ice, Winter of the Schnees, Knight of the Frigid hearth, First of her name, and my old friend, took the younger Schnees place. I had planned upon using Fathers Blade, now wielded by Jaune, whom, if I may add, has developed fair skill in both Tactics on and off the field, as well as in swordplay, yet seeing as how I am facing a far more experienced opponent, I request you bring Reel and Woe for me. This will be a fight you wouldn't want to miss, so I also invite all of you to come as well.

In good health and Great anticipation,

Saphron Arc, knight of Rouge and Gold

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Will Jaune survive seeing his family again?

What kinds of weapons are Reel and Woe?

If Saphron is here, and Terra is there, Who's watching Adrien?

It's Terra's sister who definitely exists. trust me.

If you would like to know the names I picked out for Jaune's family and their origins, please ask away! I'd love to talk about them!

Join in next time for: Demand for a Duel Part three: Family Business

#rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #winter schnee #saphron cotta arc #Idon't really wanna tag characters that show up once #That would feel cheap #Demand For a Duel

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bauhinia-transcribed · 6 months

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Hi y'all! My name is Saph (23, they/them pronouns), and welcome to my pinned post! Figured it was about time I made one 😅

This is my main blog, which is (mainly) based on queue. I also have a public side blog where I just post soft yearning stuff @sunriseandbrowneyes, and a semi-private nsfw blog (mutuals may ask for it in my DMs).

Expand the post to see a list of my tag links and their explanations!

My (hopefully) exhaustive personal tags list:

#adorable 🥺: my cute tag. I don't use this one frequently nowadays

#artistry in motion: used to highlight aesthetic experiences. often gets associated with videos of (music/dance) performances, making-of videos, or nature

#dear no one: based off the song by Tori Kelly. an open letter to my future partner, or posts that describe how I hope my experience with them will be like

#friend shaped: my tag for cute animals or creatures. will often get tagged with the specific type of animal if it is common enough (the only exceptions to this are "kitty" for all felines big and small, and "puppy" for dogs)

#gender™️: often used for posts where people talk about their experience with their gender. not necessarily a gender envy tag (though I am planning to make one if I see a post that is worthy)

#gorgeous💕: people I find hot, sexy, handsome, and/or pretty. sometimes this will also be paired with a 😳😳😳 in the tags (the more 😳 the more I'm captivated by their looks)

#saph laughs: my laugh tag, before I knew "laugh tag" was a thing. things I find funny

#how to do life better: my life hacks / adulting tag. posts that explain how to go through life more easily

#how to tag?: used for when I'm reblogging something that doesn't have a defined associated tag in my tag library. also serves as an "ask to tag"

#it's a day!: used for when tumblr decides to make a day special (like Wet Beast Wednesday or Out of Touch Thursday). also used for holidays sometimes

#knowledge tag: used for when a post teaches me something new. it could be about the most specific/"useless" topic in the world, but all knowledge is valuable to me

#letters to past me 💌: reminders that I wish younger me knew. things to keep in mind when I go through and experience life

#penguin pebbling: my general tag for when I tag other users, or all of my mutuals. will almost always say who I'm addressing, either in the post or in my tags

#psychic damage: what it says on the tin. basically anything that makes me go "wtf 😃" or "I hated that 😃"

#reminders of life: posts that remind me of the joy of living, or of humans doing good things

#reminders of love ❤️: posts that remind me that love is out there in all its wonderful abundance. applies to familial, platonic, and romantic love

#saph laughs (previously #here for a good time 😂, but since edited): used for things I find funny

#saph speaks: used for when I talk about myself in the tags

#saph scribbles: used for when I write within the main body of a post (not just tags); will also be used if I'm adding something to someone else's post

#sighs yeah: one of two things. either I'm yearning or I'm talking about a relatable moment, but in the 😔 way

#shit we should care about: discussions of important topics around the world. includes current events normally. will also talk about various forms of bigotry and how they manifest or are experienced by individuals. will often get a subsequent tag on the topic or bigotry discussed

#stories less told: posts that talk about lesser known individuals and their actions that I think we should highlight

#thank you haiku bot: posts that I've found from haiku bot. oftentimes will not have haiku bot's rb kept in

#thanks tumblr blaze: posts that I've seen via blaze

#vibes ✨️: posts that I find relatable

#woag tag: things that make me go woag. things that are cool

#yearning tag: posts that make me crave a deep connection/relationship with someone else (does not immediately imply romantic relationships!)

tags that represent people: #🥦, #🐀, or anything with an @ sign in the tag

#saph scribbles #tagged post #pinned post

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all-hail-the-witcher · 4 years

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noooo my favorite college professor is not teaching again next semester and im sadddd

#i loved her ://#this is tragic #she wrote me job recommendation letters #and tried to help me get my writing published #://///#sad times #saph screams

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thedistrictsleepsalonetonight · 3 years

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Cupid is stupid (Or Weiss asks a lot of questions and finds love in all the softer places)

Falling in love, Weiss discovers, rather inconveniently in the middle of a fight, is a lot like wielding a weapon.

There’s the push and the pull, the drawing blood and taking of it. Weiss is rather inclined to think of it as a violent, bloody dance — the way she’s almost constantly tripping over her own feet trying to follow her partner when she has no idea what her next move will be. Then, of course, there’s the fact that whoever she’s dancing with is equally as clumsy as she happens to be, which Ruby definitely is.

“Thank me later,” she quips, after she’s done saving the idiot’s ass for the millionth time in her life. And then it hits her right in the chest, not a Grimm’s blow, not a weapon, and worse that Cinder’s fiery spear that had impaled her a couple days ago — this is affection. Not the kind she feels for Yang or Blake or any of their other friends, it’s the kind that turns her inside out whenever she so much as sees a malevolent force heading towards Ruby. The kind that automatically reaches out to touch Ruby when she’s near, that draws her eyes, unbidden to search her out in a fight.

Ruby catches her a while later, holding onto her hand as she hangs off a moving train, and Weiss can do nothing other than blink back at her — at her bright eyes, and her hair whipping around in the wind. She then proceeds to whisk them both to between two train carriages, in a flurry of red. When Weiss tries to step away, to catch her breath, she finds she’s stuck to the ground, or more accurately, entangled with Ruby. They’ve got their arms wrapped tight around each other, and with every movement, strands of Ruby’s hair land onto her face. Weiss doesn’t know it then, but all of her molecules have indeed just been rearranged. She has a feeling that stupid thing in her chest has been put back together to form Ruby’s name instead.

*****

It’s almost offensive how easily she feels the cold when she’s supposed to be the Ice-Queen. Yang would say something stupid about her not having a thick skin because she grew up in the literal lap of luxury (and she would be right, but that’s beside the point) and Blake would probably punch her in her arm, but thankfully, nobody’s noticed yet. So she stands in the corner of the porch, looking out at the rapidly falling snow outside the creepy house.

“You’re cold,” Ruby murmurs when she sidles up to her.

Of course. Of course Ruby sees. “Everyone’s cold,” Weiss says back.

Ruby shrugs, gently reaches for her hands, her eyes on Weiss’ the entire time. Is this okay, she seems to be asking, and Weiss, helpless, can only nod.

Ruby covers Weiss’ hands with her own, raises it to her face and like it’s a secret, breathes warm air into their cupped palms. She’s no longer looking right at Weiss, instead focusing her attention onto their hands, and Weiss, like any other time she’s lucky enough to get to stare at Ruby freely, takes this opportunity to do so. The cold in her bones has instead been replaced with warmth — Ruby warmth, the particular shade that she can only find around Ruby — and even the tremendous crash of Qrow and Jaune breaking down the door registers to her as though coming from far, far away.

Ruby blows one last gust of warm air into their hands before they make their way inside. She doesn’t let go, though. Weiss realizes she didn’t want her to, anyways.

*****

There are around ten people in the house besides the three people who actually live there, and not enough beds. It’s a logistical nightmare.

“Or,” Nora says, smirking in a very wink-wink-nudge-nudge way while she side-eyes Ren, “it’s an opportunity.”

Ren colors, fiddles with his collar until he’s sunk half into it. They’re all polite enough to look away; the sight of Ren, embarrassed is physically painful to witness.

“We’ll — we’ll manage, won’t we?” Ruby pipes up, smiling brightly, and Weiss sees them all smile back in reflex. Sometimes she wonders if she’s the only one Ruby can twist around her little finger — other times she is reminded that she just has that effect on people. Why else would they follow her to the ends of the planet? When Ruby talks, people believe.

(When Ruby talks, Weiss physically feels her heart careening out of control, skidding into a blind curve with no idea what lying ahead. On and on and on, like Ruby’s running up ahead and Weiss follows, with just her voice for company)

They end up cramped in two rooms — Maria gets the bed in the guest room, in honor of her being practically a fossil, a fact that gets Yang’s ears boxed when she says it aloud. Oscar, Jaune, Nora and Ren plant mattresses on the free space on the floor and are snoring in fifteen minutes. Qrow claims he won’t sleep much, and finds a rocking chair that he pulls close to the window, and he sits there, swigging rum ominously every once in a while. The rest of them decide to concede the couch in the living room to Ruby, who looks the most exhausted. And when Weiss gets up because she can’t sleep, she sees Blake and Yang snoozing next to each other, their hands loosely held close to Blake’s chest.

“Can’t sleep either, huh?” she hears from somewhere beside her when she goes out to the porch, and whirls around, only to see Terra sitting in the corner. Adrian is perched on her lap, watching the soft snow drizzling outside.

Weiss smiles at her, feeling a little awkward about the entire thing. Shrugs. “Shouldn’t he be.... asleep?” A quick glance at the clock confirms her suspicions. It’s almost one.

Terra chuckles. “He conked out at seven. He wakes up in the middle of the night at least once. This — this helps him go back to sleep. Plus,” she pauses to bend a little and deposit a tiny kiss on top of his tiny head, “it’s one of the few minutes I get to spend with him in the day.”

Weiss thinks of her own childhood, of nightmares and staying up all night terrified, because there was no way, absolutely no way she was allowed to wake her parents up for any reason besides imminent death. The Schnee estate was vast, confusing and filled with entirely too many showpieces no one would ever use, full of winding staircases that lead nowhere close to comfort.

This house is tiny and full of love. Every dent on the couch talks of tickle fights and places someone was so happy that they bounced their way into almost breaking it; the lower parts of the walls are scribbled over with crayons and blue hearts and stick figures of smiling people. She thinks back to dinner when Oscar and Nora burned whatever pie abomination they were supposed to be baking and then they’d all crammed into that tiny space to try to salvage it, and Weiss could’ve sworn even the tiny gaps between them were overflowing with love.

(This is a house someone would want to walk into at the end of the day. A place of shelter. A home)

“Jaune did mention you, you know?” Terra says, after a while, and Weiss is startled out of her train of thought. “In his letters to Saphron when you kids were at Beacon. He was particularly effusive in his description of you.”

“Oh dear lord,” she says, burying her face in her hands because that phase of her life seems so far, far away now. “I’m so glad he got over it. Not before singing an awful made-up song on his guitar, though.”

Terra laughs, softly, and Weiss notices that Adrian’s fallen asleep against her chest, his head resting on the arm she’s moved awkwardly to brace him.

“Saph worries about him,” Terra says. “He makes sure to text her updates, but she can tell when he’s left a lot out. He’ll text her something like roadtrip and she knows to translate it to we’re on the run and have no idea where our next meal is coming from. He’s her only brother and kinda the baby of the family. And she.... she frets.”

“And when she worries, you worry,” Weiss completes.

When Terra looks up at her next, it is with all of her emotions plain on her face to see. Weiss reads consternation, affection, helpless desperation and blinding, blinding love before she bites at her lip and wipes it clean. Nods.

Weiss goes back inside a couple of minutes after they do, Adrian’s head hanging off his mother’s shoulder as they make their way to his room. When she walks in, she catches a glimpse of Qrow, snoring with a blanket now thrown across his torso, and movement off the corner of her eye. Oscar gives her a boyish grin, holds up a finger to his lips, before he disappears back to the guest room. She climbs over Yang and Blake, and finds her way, inexplicably, to Ruby’s side.

At some point in the night, Ruby had apparently kicked off her sheets and they now lay half-thrown over her legs. Weiss kneels at her head, looks on. At her impossibly young features, and her mouth that has fallen open, and the few strands of hair that are strewn across her forehead. Weiss wants to kiss the spot where they meet, wants to kiss the tiny freckle just beside her nose, her snoring mouth. She flushes, and balls her hands up into tight, wanting fists.

When the urge passes (passes in a way that thirst in the desert passes, always there beneath the surface, just pushed back down enough so one can concentrate on more important things), she pulls the sheets up over her body, and tucks the ends, carefully over her shoulders. Her fingers wander, unprompted, to Ruby’s face, where they trace the path of her hair, and brush it away. Once. Twice.

And Ruby stirs beneath her hand, and then is staring at her, wide-eyed. There is no fanfare to how she wakes up, no protracted sigh or stretching. Weiss guesses it’s a product of their on-the-run lives — when there is no time to breathe, one gets used to waking and sleeping easily. In the end there they are, with Weiss kneeling next to Ruby, their faces shrouded in moonlight, staring at each other.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” she whispers, after a beat. Her hand is still resting on Ruby’s face. When she moves to bring it back, Ruby stirs. Her hand comes up to cover Weiss’, keeping it there.

“It’s okay,” Ruby whispers back, still holding her goddamned hand close to her face. Weiss can feel her breath tripping all over itself, like it’s not sure what to do in such close proximity. It’s almost intimate, she imagines, the both of them with their heads huddled together. If she leaned forward a smidge, their foreheads would touch. A head tilt — and here the thought makes her feel hot all over — and they would be kissing.

(The distance suddenly feels almost awfully unbearable to her)

Ruby’s still staring up at her, her eyes still wide and serious. When it all becomes too much, Weiss moves her hand to cover her eyes.

Ruby’s lips curve up in a sleepy smile. “What?”

“Stop,” she says, flustered, “stop looking at me.”

“But I like looking at you,” Ruby tells her, sounding amused and Weiss is one hundred percent sure she is going to die tonight.

(She doesn’t mean it she doesn’t mean it she doesn’t mean it she doesn’t — then — she means it in a different way than what you’re hoping for so shut up shut up shut up)

“Shut up,” she says, finally, then adds. “Dunce.”

Ruby giggles, then her mouth stretches open into the hugest yawn ever. Weiss laughs, boops her nose, because she simply must.

“Sleep, okay?” she says, one last time. Then, without thinking too much about it, she leans down and presses her lips to Ruby’s forehead.

She’s not sure, but Ruby looks a little like she’s blushing. She blinks a few times, then says: “Now I will.”

Weiss’ mattress is just below the couch. Five minutes after she lies down on it, she feels Ruby’s hand travel down and rest on her head. It is to the continuous motion of her hand through Weiss’ hair that sleep finally takes her when it does.

*****

Winter is all angles and bones. Not just physically, but also in the way she carries herself. She is sharp edges and words that cut easily. Weiss knows it’s not just her — the Schnee family tends to make knives out of people and then set them upon the rest of the world to hurt and maim. Weiss knows that better than anyone else, knows that some blades draw blood unwillingly.

Also knows that Winter is trying her very best to change.

But her posture is still ramrod straight, refusal to relax written into every single one of her cells. They’ve all split up after their celebration for their newest promotion to Huntsmen and Huntresses: Yang and Blake having disappeared on a trip to explore the city, Ren, Nora and Jaune off to gorge on Atlesian delicacies, and they’d left Oscar practicing sparring with Ruby. Winter had dropped in to invite her out to a celebratory dinner at Atlas’ finest dining establishment, and so here they were, sitting awkwardly in front of each other, eating whatever was on their plates.

Weiss wonders if Winter would die of shock if she dared to reach over and steal one of the dumplings on her plate. The Weiss of two years ago wouldn’t even have entertained the thought.

Today, she thinks about it maybe five seconds before picking one up and shoving it into her mouth.

Winter’s eyebrows are arched. “You know Father would disapprove of the declination of your table manners.”

“Good thing I don’t care, then,” she replies, flippantly. “Do you?”

Winter rolls her eyes, takes a sip of her wine. “You’re my sister, Weiss. You could take half my liver and I’d only call you a boob. Or something equivalent.”

That’s how Winter Schnee loves. In casual gestures, in standing behind Weiss, ready to sacrifice herself at a moment’s notice. It is not the unwavering, adoring devotion of Yang and Ruby — Yang wouldn’t even entertain the thought of a potential hurt coming her sister’s way, jumping into action to save her before she even asks. Winter, however, needs to make sure Weiss can take care of herself, only hanging back in case things get too dire.

She smacks her hand with the chopsticks when Weiss reaches for another one. “I offered up a liver, you go looking for my heart? Behave, Weiss.”

It makes her laugh.

And it’s this foreign.... ease, for lack of a better word, that has Weiss’ tongue loose enough for her to shoot Hey, Winter, you ever been in love before an hour later, when they’re walking back to the military complex.

Her sister seems to be choking on thin air — she coughs and squawks and makes all sorts of undignified noises, before smacking Weiss on her head to make her stop laughing.

“I’m sorry,” Weiss says, when that hysterical bout is over. “Just wanted to see the look on your face. You don’t, you don’t have to answer that if it’s too personal.”

“Imbecile,” Winter mutters, but she turns to face her anyway. They’re almost at the building that has their apartment, and they stop almost simultaneously, standing in front of each other and trying very hard to avoid looking into each other’s eyes.

Winter hesitates, then speaks again. “Really want to know?”

Oh. Wow. Okay. “Yes,” she nods, trying to look casual about the whole thing.

“Once,” Winter tells her, running her hands through her perfectly coiffed hair in a very uncharacteristic move. “Before I joined the military.”

“And what happened?” Weiss asks, after a prolonged pause.

Winter’s smile is both sad and amused. “Father found out about her. What do you think?”

And she doesn’t know if it’s the easily dropped pronoun, or the way she can still read the utter loneliness in her sister’s eyes, but Weiss finds herself taking a step forward and wrapping Winter up in a hug.

(Winter is all angles and bones)

And stiff limbs. “What,” her sister says, hesitantly, “Weiss, what are you doing?”

“Hugging you.”

“We don’t do that,” comes the prim response.

“We also don’t steal food off of each other's plates, Winter,” she replies, easily, still acutely conscious of the way Winter is just pressed against her stiffly. “As far as major changes go, I personally wouldn’t mind seeing a lot more of this.”

Winter’s arms come up, finally and hang loosely off her shoulders. As far as hugs go, it’s not the most comfortable one.

(As far as hugs go, it’s one of the best Weiss has ever had)

And that’s' the moment, she becomes aware of movement from somewhere up high. Winter’s back is facing the building, so she’s in the perfect position to tilt her head up and see—

(What in God’s name?)

Oscar, Jaune, Nora, Ruby, Blake and Yang and crammed into the same window, peeking out at them, and appear to be giggling furiously. Ren, thankfully, seems to have enough dignity to not stoop to the level of these utter pains in her ass.

“What the—”

“Weiss?” Winter asks, still awkwardly hugging her. “Something wrong?”

She laughs. “Depends on what you define as wrong,” she says, and disentangles, so Winter can turn around and see for herself.

“Oh dear.”

A chorus comes sailing from above. “Hi, Officer Winter!” they all say, and then disperse, laughing madly. Only Ruby remains in the end, waving at them shyly.

Winter, to her utter surprise (and really, it shouldn’t have been. If the evening had taught her anything, it was that she didn’t give her sister enough credit), waves back. When she turns back to Weiss, she’s even smiling a little.

“I like that one,” she tells her, eyes glinting with what Weiss can only define as mirth.

“Everyone likes her,” Weiss replies, shrugging.

“Do you?” Winter’s eyebrows are raised, and Weiss cannot help dropping her gaze, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of her neck. Winter’s hand falls on her hair, ruffles it up a little.

Her parting words are Be careful, you boob. Weiss pretends not to understand.

*****

Blake and Yang are easy to figure out. Even Weiss, who has a general tendency of being clueless in these matters, can see the way Blake kind of — withers, when Yang isn’t around. There’s a light in her eyes that’s only visible when Yang’s close to her, a subtle confidence in her shoulders that says Yeah, I’m good now. Blake and Yang carry their love in their bodies, always moulding themselves to the other’s relative position. Weiss is sure even they don’t realize it yet, the way they always seem to come together when they’re in the same room, this unconscious meeting of opposite poles that ends in relief. They’re tangled hands, arms resting around shoulders, feet nudging each other, eventually leading up to secret smiles in team meetings.

Sometimes, Weiss is sick of the whole thing.

Oftentimes, Weiss wants them to be happy so, so much that she fights the urge to push them into a room together for two hours.

“They’ll be back soon, you know?” she tells Blake, who hasn’t moved from the window since they finally made contact with the rest of the team. Blake whirls around, relaxes, then accepts the coffee Weiss is holding out to her.

“Thanks,” Blake says. “I just—”

“I know, I know. You worry.”

“I just,” she says, tugs at her hair with her free hand, “I just, I don’t know how anyone does it. Stay away, I mean, I — it’s like I can’t breathe properly when I don’t see her.”

And Weiss has done it once, a long time ago, although the magnitude of her feelings wasn’t known to her back then. Back when her father had locked her up in an ivory tower and she had no idea what Blake or Yang or Ruby were doing, if they were even alright. But she still stayed up all night, wondering if Ruby was okay, if she had eaten, if she was thinking about Weiss.

She imagines having to leave Ruby for a moment now, and the melancholy that washes over her almost brings her to her knees.

“Some hypocrite you are,” she says, teasing Blake gently, “with all the find yourself schtick you gave Nora earlier.”

She laughs, and Weiss finds herself hoping it’s taken her mind off of Yang for at least a little while.

“I like your brother,” she says, then. “He’s adorable.”

“Can you say that to him, please?” Weiss begs her. “And can I please be in the room when you do so?”

There’s another moment of levity. “Hey,” she starts, frowning a little. “Do you know where he is right now? Haven’t seen either him or my mother after the whole Grimm debacle.”

“I last saw him with Ruby,” Blake says. “I think he’s.... quite taken to her, actually.”

Weiss sighs. “Of course.”

(Ruby is the pied piper, after all. Everyone would follow her to the ends of the planet)

(Weiss? Weiss would walk with her beyond it)

Blake grins at her.

“What?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she says, mischievously. “Seems he’s not the only Schnee who’s quite taken with her.”

(Blake deserves the massive bump running headlong into the glyph Weiss conjures up in the next second. No doubts about that)

*****

The end of the world comes after the night before the end of the world.

Like a protracted moment of utter calm before the cacophony starts, they all comes together, and eventually split up to the places that give them the most peace. Weiss takes a tour of the house once. Her mother’s sleeping on a chair next to Whitley’s bed; Weiss covers her with a blanket before she moves on. Jaune and Oscar are sitting guard over Penny, next to Ren, who has squeezed himself in beside Nora. Yang smiles at her warmly when she comes upon her and Blake in another room. Blake’s fallen asleep with her head resting on Yang’s lap. She wanders around for a little while more, until she finally comes upon Ruby in her bedroom.

“Why is it,” Weiss says, “that most of the time I meet you, I have to tell you to go to sleep?”

Ruby turns, smiles at her, but the smile is fractured in places. Weiss takes a step forward, closer.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Nothing, nothing, I,” Ruby takes a deep breath, looks around. “I can’t believe you lived here.”

Weiss lets her change the topic. “What’s so unbelievable about that?”

“Just doesn’t look like you, that’s all.”

“That’s because I don’t exactly belong here.”

“Where do you belong then?” Ruby asks, looking right at her.

With you. “With all of you,” she says. It’s true. “Blake and Yang. And Jaune and Nora and Ren and Oscar. And even — that stupid alcoholic uncle of yours. And—”

“—and?” she asks, a lopsided grin on her face.

“And you.”

Ruby sighs, steps forward so they’re in each other’s personal space.

“Weiss,” she says once, quietly.

Weiss closes her eyes, takes a step forward of her own, blindly, feeling Ruby’s steadying hands on her shoulders, her back, her hair. She feels a hand carefully moving against the scrunchie holding her hair together.

“Can I?”

She nods, feels her hair pulls free. Ruby helps detangle it, the braid, and ends with tender hands, smiles.

“I like your hair,” she says, then makes a soft sound in her throat, urgent, wanting. “Weiss.”

“Yes, Ruby?”

“Weiss, Weiss, Weiss,” Ruby says, again, and now her forehead is tipped against Weiss’.

“What, darling?” Weiss murmurs, and feels Ruby’s shuddering breath in response. There’s a small, desperate kiss pressed to her hair, then her forehead, and amusingly enough, her nose.

“Weiss, I have to tell you—”

“—wait!” she says, not moving. It’s not like she could. A Grimm could be standing in the room right now and it couldn’t draw her away from Ruby. She touches Ruby’s cheek gently, feels Ruby sigh and sink into her palm. “Please — please don’t say what you’re about to.”

(A part of her, the stupid, hopeful part knows what it is and craves it, dreads it, mourns it already)

“And what am I about to say?” Ruby asks, her eyes burning with something Weiss can’t find the words to define.

“Something incriminating, I fear.”

“You fear?”

“Yes. But I also — I hope.”

“Then let me say it,” Ruby implores. She removes her arms from around Weiss, grabs her hands and raises them to her lips. Kisses her knuckles carefully. “Weiss, you know already. You must know.”

“I do, sweetheart, I do,” she says, resting her head against Ruby’s collarbone. The two of them have been circling each other in some dance that Weiss hasn’t been able to pin down yet, have been hurtling, at alarming speeds towards unknown cliffs, and the same way that Ruby has to know that Weiss would split herself end to end for her, that if cut into pieces, Weiss would bleed for her happily, Weiss knows.

(All love is violence. She knows that better than anyone)

“Tell me,” she starts, “tell me when there is peace.”

“But there will never be peace!” Ruby says, and her voice cracks. Weiss raises her hand blindly to press at her cheek and feels the warm moisture sticking there.

She rises on her toes so they’re level again. “There will be.” Weiss would make sure of it. For Yang and Blake, who need time to get their fledgling love off the ground. For Ren and Nora and Jaune who have lost too many friends already. For Oscar, who deserves a chance to grow up and for Qrow, who deserves a chance to feel young again. For Penny and Maria and Pietro and her mother and Whitley and Winter.

For the girl she loves.

For Ruby.

When they kiss, Weiss thinks she’s shattering into a million pieces, like she would never be the same again, even if reformed into someone who resembles Weiss Schnee on the surface. How could she, with the memory of the movement of Ruby’s lips now imprinted on hers, her fingers tracking indelible marks through her hair — tomorrow, she will remember, a week later, she will remember, if somehow, she couldn’t see Ruby for another thirty years, her skin would remind her, every day.

*****

The end of the world comes before the day after the end of the world.

Weiss wakes up in the woods, empty handed. She wakes up, and thinks of Ren and Nora and Oscar, hopes they got to safety. Of her mom and Whitley and Winter. She thinks of Jaune who tried carrying her to the door. Of Yang who fell infinite miles into the void before Blake fell an equal distance to her knees, of finding Gambol Shroud and trying her very best to gather her courage to honor her teammates best.

Weiss wakes up in the woods, stumbles to her feet, looks around. There’s water to be searched for, and sustenance to be gathered. She’s got a long journey ahead of her, after all.

Ruby’s waiting for her.

#rwby #weiss x ruby #whiterose #rwby fanfiction #i have a feeling this is just the start of a lifelong obsession with rwby and writing whiterose fanfic but eh #i simply had to attempt to give weiss schnee some form of happiness - she is my absolute fav character from any media ever #also if you're a regular reader (I'm sorry if you are :P) and you find a metaphor i've repeated no you didn't.....pls #there's only a number of finite ways you can write about falling in love okay? i've checked #anyways - im not sure if its my best attempt at anything but here goes #happy reading!

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The Scarlet Letter: Let’s talk about RWBY’s male LGBT rep

I have been sitting on this post for nearly four weeks waiting until the 15th due to the Before the Dawn spoiler rules.

So let's start with a blunt statement: RWBY's male LGBT representation has not been good. If the series' handling of female LGBT rep is good (which... well there's worse shows) and the general standard for how you write LGBT characters in a show like this, its handling of male rep has been... how not to. And Before the Dawn kinda solidified the idea in my head that the show's handling of its male LGBT cast just isn't good enough, either by the standards of when RWBY began in 2013, or today in 2020 when compatively massive steps have been taken over the past decade to show a more diverse list of characters... or at least a more diverse list of female characters.

I don't wanna make this a pissing match over how over-or-under-represented male or female LGBT characters are, but I feel like it's safe to say that the majority of the trend-setters for modern romances, especially in western animation, have been between women. Korra and Asami from Korra, Chloe and Max from Life is Strange, Marceline and Bubblegum in Adventure Time, (insert the relevant Steven Universe characters here, never watched it), and more recently, Adora and Catra in She-Ra and Luz in Owl House.

Compatively, while studies have shown that in general male LGBT characters get more appearances on a purely numerical level, in general they're more one-off characters there to pad a roster, or played more for comedy (see Josh Gad in the Beauty and the Beast remake or the gay guy in Avengers Endgame that was more notable for how hard China and Russia snapped him out of existance). The only big male-LGBT focused media I can think of from the last decade would be Yuri On Ice, Moonlight, IDW's Transformers: More Than Meets The Eye (Chromedome/Rewind best pairing fuck you Roberts for issue 16) Love Simon, and the anime adaptation of Banana Fish.

So it's no surprise that RWBY basically follows these ideas. It's big romance is (unless the writers are very stupid) going to be between Blake and Yang, their first out character was Ilia, Coco got sent to the Book Dimension where she confirmed "I use my sunglasses to perv on women without their knowledge" which uh... yeah you can definitely tell RWBY is written by men... and Volume 6 had Saph and Terra being a good example of an LGBT couple without any real drama. In the last three years alone, the show has drastically increased its lesbian and bisexual characters, alongside even including its first out trans character in May Marigold (albeit only revealed on Twitter). In general, these depictions of sexuality have been pretty OK. Would have liked it if Ilia wasn't immediately written out of the show after Volume 5 as it made her feel a bit more disposable than intended but whatever, subject for another day.

RWBY's male rep though is a bit spottier. There's the plant bois in Volume 5's premiere, we nearly had Pilot Boi until some last-minute revisions, and... Scarlet.

Why Scarlet's a bad launchpad for male LGBT rep

I don't like Scarlet or how his sexuality has been handled. Scarlet's homosexuality wasn't revealed in the show, or by the writers, or even in anything that's actually canon. He's confirmed gay in his sole of dialogue in a non-canon fan anthology, where the manga's Twitter team had to say that Miles suggested the idea and approved of it.

In short, Scarlet is Dumbledore'd, where his sexuality is revealed in out-of-show material and in a way that doesn't make it supremely obvious (Miles himself never commented to confirm this so this news was limited in how far it could spread. I'm genuinely curious how many people still don't know Scarlet's gay), and Scarlet himself is a nothing character who was written out of the show after Volume 3 and only reappeared in Before The Dawn, half a decade after he vanished. Compared to Ilia, as this came out after Ilia's entire arc in Volume 5, it's not a great starting point for mlm rep. But things would have been forgiven if it had gotten better, if the show did have more male LGBT characters introduced, even just on the Saphron/Terra level of just being around for a few episodes before leaving. Then it would have been a misfire but then we could all say "Things got better."

It... didn't. Which is why when Before the Dawn released in 2020, a full two years after Scarlet was first confirmed gay, while the franchise had more than doubled its wlw rep, Scarlet remained the one male character in the entire franchise who had a name and liked men. I remember vividly a fake leak for After The Fall which claimed Yatsuhashi would come out to Velvet and admit to having a crush on Fox. And I remember as well how many people were disappointed when it was said to be false, because it would have been nice for Yatsuhashi's character, especially after the fleshing out he gets in the CFVY books. If Yatsu had come out as gay in the books I'd like his writing enough to say he's a good case for rep, albeit with the caveat of "This is all in side material." But in reality, the leak was fake and Coco was confirmed gay instead.

Unfortunately, Before the Dawn proceeded to ruin Scarlet and made me at times feel genuinely uncomfortable as a queer man! Let's talk about that.

Before The Dawn is crap and Scarlet's writing is borderline offensive

I hate Before the Dawn. It's... bad. I read it while on a vacation and the only solace I had about the entire thing was that I'd bought an M&M chocolate bar. The bar was finished before the book. That bummed me out. It's not a very well written book, the prose is very Early 2010s YA Writer, none of the characters are memorable and there's various Fun Incidents like "NGDO using children as bait for Grimm," and "Neptune's hydrophpobia being used as a threat to torture him and the scene is played for comedy."

Theo was cool. I can't wait to see him as written by good writers, he should be a highlight of the Vacuo arc.

I had two hopes for Before the Dawn- "Don't be bad," and "Let Scarlet and Sage be well written." I'd liked how After The Fall had handled some of its characters (barring, y'know, Coco perving on women), especially Fox and Yatsu who were surprising in how much I liked them. I was looking forward to seeing Myers give Sage and Scarlet similar treatment- two relatively nothing characters meant he'd have a blank slate to write them however he wanted, he could give them unique personalties and if nothing else it could be cool to see their Semblances.

And then I read the book. (Sage fans I am so sorry for you, you got baited harder than Johnlock fans)

Scarlet's a giant dickhead in the book. It's his sole character trait and his inner monologues go on, and on, and on about how much he hates Sun, how he revels in mocking him. Most of his dialogue is sarcastic put-downs about Sun and how lame he is, and Sun is never properly allowed to defend himself or point out how going with Blake meant he was able to help save Haven Academy.

(hey remember when Sun in Volume 6 expressly says to Blake "I was a bad leader for ditching Neptune and the others, and I need to work on that" only for Before the Dawn to have him staunchly refuse to accept that he let the team down? I don't think Myers did but I do)

Scarlet being a ratty bitch would be one thing if, again, the franchise had done more rep. He'd still be a badly written character, but it wouldn't sting as much. But because Scarlet is still the only expressly confirmed male LGBT character in canon (the book teases that Nolan is gay but there's never confirmation either way beyond him smiling at Scarlet), it means that he has to represent that entire ideal. So when the one gay man in Remnant is being an asshole and a snide loser, that means that by extension, this is how the franchise sees gay men. And that fucking sucks! I wanted to come out of Before The Dawn singing its praises, I wanted to like the book, but it was a massive letdown, especially coming off of the other big 2020 RWBY controversy involving gay characters.

Yeah. We're doing this.

Clover and Fair Game: Technically not queerbaiting. BUT:

Let's pre-empt this: Clover wasn't queerbaiting, and Fair Game, while cool and I dig it, kudos to them for becoming one of the top 5 RWBY pairings on AO3 in one year that's fucking impressive (I say with mild malice as an IronQrow main), never had a chance. The writing never seriously boosted it barring one interaction which was flirty (them talking in the lobby of the Schnee Manor), and everything else was out of show boosting through the social media teams and CRWBY hyping it themselves by saying they liked it. If you wanna blame people, blame the animators who went off-script with stuff like Kim Newman adding the wink as a deliberate nod to the Volume 4 waitress, or the social media team deliberately using the same policies for Fair Game as they do for Renora and Bumblebee.

It wasn't Eddy's fault that things escalated, and he himself has said that in retrospect, he should have warned people that this never had a shot.

But I can't blame the Fair Game fanbase. Because Fair Game took off like wildfire. It came right as the fanbase began seriously asking for more male rep, Qrow's pretty hot, and the Clover wink came right after the Great IronQrow Reawakening of November 9th, 2019. The rocket was primed, and they rode it to the moon. Finally, to these people, after seven years RWBY seemed to be doing something with mlm rep in show. People started getting into RWBY just for Clover and Qrow's interactions. And if heroes were boring, Watts and Tyrian also had a fantastic dynamic that made Nuts and Volts one of the more popular villain ships overnight. Things seemed to be turning around! RWBY was remembering that gay men existed! You could hear the choir sing!

... And for those people, that meant that episode 12 hit like Truck-Kun.

People got pissed. People were horrified. And it didn't help that some members of CRWBY had said in the build-up that episode 12 would have some shots that made them nauseous (probably the Tyrian thumb thing) Out of context, it looked to these fans like CRWBY were basically laughing at their suffering, like they were saying "Lol, you thought you had a chance, get fucked, I hope your vomit burns on the way up."

Yeah, Fair Game was never gonna be canon, and I think some people ran too far with it. But in the wider context of how desperate RWBY's mlm community had gotten for basic crumbs of content? I can see why they'd run with what they had. The writers aren't at fault for what happened, but CRWBY didn't help matters. And that desperate mix of what felt like official backing from the crew, jokes about how cute the ship was, and the hope that finally the show would have onscreen rep? I can see why people ran with it.

So why is the show more lackluster in depicting mlm characters?

Money. Let's be honest, most RWBY fans don't care if the show doesn't have good male rep. I'm willing to bet some of you reading this won't care and just dismiss it as not being that big a problem. I don't think the writers care if the show doesn't have good mlm rep because they're not poaching that market. They're after what they see as a bigger, more lucrative market, which in this case is female LGBT rep. That gets people buying games, watching shows, raising awareness and boosting awareness of your property, which means you make more money. In short: Two women kissing hits more markets and generates more attention than two men.

Am I saying that Miles, Monty and Kerry deliberately sat down seven years ago and said "We're not doing gay men because it won't generate enough ad revenue and traffic to be worth the loss in revenue from homophobes?" No, that's silly. But I'm saying that it's less important for them, and it shows in the things that are small and add up. Things like Miles not verifying Scarlet's sexuality or retweeting the manga account's confirmation to spread the message (compared to how he enthusiastically confirmed Ilia being a lesbian himself during the Reddit AMA). It shows in how Pilot Boi would have been the first mlm character only to die in his second full episode until M&K were told about the Bury Your Gays trope. It shows in how Shannon believes that Ozma is "megaqueer" and Miles jokingly laughs it off instead of confirming it, leaving it to just be Shannon's headcanon. It shows in how actor shipping is compared between the mlm and wlw ships, where Arryn and Barbara's frequent pushes for Bumblebee are seen as "official confirmation that it's endgame" while Michael and Kerry saying they enjoy Seamonkeys is treated as "well it would be cute if they did it, but they're never going to."

I'm not gonna say anything like "CRWBY are gonna have Qrow end up with a woman like Robyn out of spite against the bad apples of the Fair Game crowd." I'm not gonna say that I don't think CRWBY cares about male representation in the series. It is, however, definitely a low priority for them, and because that leads to gaffes like Scarlet's writing in Before The Dawn being offensive in his depiction, it only makes the contrast between the sexes all the more painfully apparent.

I'm kinda tired of waiting for Rooster Teeth to show that they do care about mlm. I'm kinda tired of RWBY's male rep being written like it came from a 1993 time capsule where I have to enhance the screen to see a guy holding a sign of Sun's abs or be content with the only onscreen rep still being the plant bois in Volume 5. I'm tired of how often the crew dances around answering basic questions about sexuality (and age, and birthdays, and heights, and so on) by treating it as a spoiler question, as if just wanting to know what way people swing would ever be a spoiler. I'm just... tired of all this. When the best mlm rep in Rooster Teeth's history remains the two dads in Camp Camp who show up in a few episodes, that should say something really bad about your company and your biases (To say nothing of the recent Red vs Blue seasons and their blatant queerbaiting for Grif and Simmons and the whole can of worms that is Donut).

I'd like to not feel like I'm borderline unwelcome because I'd like to see two men in this show kiss, and that the sole thing that represents people like me in this show is some British twat who complains about sand.

I'd just like to feel like my sexuality isn't a joke to Rooster Teeth (or at the very least, be like Donut and have it be a funny one). But at this point after the last few years? I feel like a very uncomfortable punchline to them. And it just sucks.

#rwby #rwde #fair game #queerbaiting #rwby before the dawn #mlm #lgbt #rwby analysis #Rooster Teeth #clover ebi #scarlet david

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Jason Todd who decides to play with your hair while he fucks you. He keeps a remote controlled vibrator to your clit and keeps it on low while he drags his blunt nails over your scalp. He coos at you when you shudder because of his gentle trails over the nape of your neck. He ups the setting every time you whine just so he can hear more of it. He just wants to see how much he can get you to react. He loves the way your body can’t help but squirm for him, not to mention the noises he can get you to make. He's obsessed with the way your brain turns to putty when his fingers play with your scalp. He loves learning how hard he can scratch which parts of your head and what it will do what to you. He wants to try it all.

#based off those sharp or dull asmr videos. i hate asmr but they are an exception.#sorry i stopped posting lol. im hyperfixating on hazbin now. it's a struggle.#saph’s thots #saph’s love letters #jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #red hood imagine #jason todd x reader smut #red hood x reader smut #jason todd smut #red hood smut #red hood x you #smut

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how i met my boyfriend - the designer axe story

as promised, since we have both now graduated the statute of limitations has expired on this story and i can now share it all with you.

some notes: ra is resident assistant and this story occurred in august of 2021. i wrote this all out the day after it happened almost 2 years ago. we did not actually start dating until october 2021 after we both realized we were in love with eachother. yes, we are still together as of may 2023.

without any further ados, the much anticipated designer axe story.

so part of RA training is that we have to make door decorations and bulletin boards for our halls and buildings. i had finished my door decks at 1 am sunday morning and the bulletin boards weren't due until 9 am monday morning. so i had all of sunday to work on it.

my building has no less than seven bulletin boards per floor and an additional 4 on the entrance floor. i dont know who the hell built this building but we need to have a serious talk about when too many bulletin boards is too many fucking bulletin boards.

so i was in charge of three on my floor. one about me, one covid policies and one sloth (his name is sam and i love him). and i am a chronic procrastinator. so i finished my about me and got through about 95% of my covid one by like 9pm and had to go back to the res life office to cut out a few more letters and get some scrapbook paper.

at this point its probably important to know that the only people on campus at this point were the RAs, some students getting mentoring training, and a few random first years here for an early arrival program. plus some staff.

now, i need you all to understand that there are 42 RAs. all of us have the same deadline. all of us had between 2 and 5 bulletin boards to complete. plus door decks. and room condition reports. so we were all moving at literally 600 frames per second, 120 miles per hour, or about as fast as a child does when they are told there's cake.

which is to say, we were all frazzled and stressed out of our minds.

so i open the door to the res life office at around 9 pm to cut out the word "but" in orange construction paper and grab 2 sheets of purple scrapbooking paper. in the office are the four RAs that were on duty that night, plus a good 7 other people are running around asking about glue sticks and construction paper and keys.

i knew that i only had my sloth board left to complete so i decided to take my sweet ass time, knowing that i was in need of a good break (and also im just a procrastinator) so i cut my letters and grabbed my paper and stood at the desk for no less than an hour talking to everyone about things like the fact that i fell out of a suitcase when i was 2 and that tamper proof lids exist because of the chicago poison pill murders and the flagship l.l. bean store in maine. it was very productive.

so i finally slink back to my dorm at around 10pm, very confident that i would finish by midnight and could watch some netflix or something before i went to bed. if only i knew what was in store for me.

i enter my dorm building and walk to the elevators. and then. one of the RAs from the third floor was like "oh saph. [another RA in the building] is looking for you."

and me, of course, didnt bring my phone to the res life office so i didnt know this.

i go up to the second floor and see one of the RAs from the second floor and another from one of the other buildings working on a bulletin board. they say "oh saph. [the same RA in the building] is looking for you."

i run up to my dorm and discover that somehow we missed the bulletin board by the downstairs elevator. seriously there's too fucking many bulletin boards. and they were asking me to do it. because they wanted to put covid policies on it.

and i know i said this story was about axe body spray. and it is. we are getting there.

so panic sets in because its 10pm and i still have two whole bulletin boards to make now. one of which i have nothing planned for. so i threw some soup in the microwave (because i had forgotten that dinner existed) and opened my laptop.

thankfully, i could reuse some of the same stuff from my own covid policies board in my common room. i just had to print it. which meant, yep you guessed it, another trip back to the res life office!!

at this point i think i had taken a grand total of at least 7 trips to the res life office that day alone. its a good 5 minute walk. not terrible, but just annoying enough that you hate yourself a little more every time that you have to do it. and now its 10:30pm. i am starving. i have two boards to complete. it was crunch time.

i make it to the office and this time i had no time to sit around and debate how popular l.l. bean is. i had policies to print and letters to cut.

as im struggling with the printer (because those fucking things can smell fear), someone else in the office starts loudly discussing timothee chalamet.

and now, this is where you want to actually pay attention because this man would be the reason i ended up only getting 4.5 hours of sleep.

said man in question is quite the character. he's in my grade and im pretty sure he's a polisci major (and maybe creative writing? there's some kind of writing) and he plays lacrosse. i dont really know how to describe him other than the fact that the first interaction i ever had with him was two years ago at freshman orientation when he complained to me in the dining hall that there was no milk for his protein powder.

that interaction is in my top 10 favorite interactions ive had in college.

but the one we are about to unpack definitely takes all of the cake.

so here i am, struggling with the printer and my tiny knock off dongle. the other RA on my floor starts discussing timothee chalamet's outfits with the protein powder RA.

and so apparently the protein powder RA worked in some major fashion designer brand corporate something or other thing over the pandemic. he told me which one but i was so shot and only thinking in construction paper and glue and staples that i didnt process any of it. but it was a fancy one. the store that is.

and so here's what happened:

me: "timothee chalamet? isn't he like, 17?"

protein powder RA and the other RA on my floor: "nah he's like 25. ive checked."

yet another RA: "yeah i just googled it."

me, a wimbo: "oh im thinking of finn wolfhard. but i dont think he's 17 either."

listen before you slam me, remember it is like 11pm and i have to still do 2 bulletin boards and we have training at 9am the next morning.

so protein powder RA pulls up some photo of timothee chalamet and starts telling me about all the brands he's wearing and i literally said "i understand all of the words that you're saying separately."

and he said "exactly!! he's just so great that when you put it all together you can't understand it!! he's just too perfect!!"

and the i made a detrimental decision.

there is life before this decision and life after.

i said "well. bring your fashion designer knowledge into the lounge and help me decide what color to cut my letters."

and he said okay.

so after severely debating the different color purples that we had and listening to the finer points of the fashion industry, i noticed something important.

he smelled like axe body spray.

see i bet you thought i forgot the point of the story. i did not.

let it be known that we are juniors in college (that's 20-21 years old if you dont know). axe is very common in middle and high school boys locker rooms. i have vivid memories of avoiding that hallway so i wouldn't be choked.

so im trying not to inhale too deeply because the smell has permeated my mask as i cut my "covid safety" letters in the color this man has dubbed "light lilac" and half listening to him talk about the fashion industry.

but i finish quickly, somehow escape the smell of axe, and grab my laptop and print outs before tagging along with the same protein powder RA and the other lax player RA back to the dorms. its now 11:15 pm. i still have 2 bulletin boards to complete. my soup is sitting in my microwave in my dorm, almost forgotten about.

halfway back from the office i realize that i forgot my dongle. i say so out loud and protein power RA says that he will go back and look because he's just that guy who likes to help. i say okay fine. and i sprint to my dorm building, drop the print outs and letters downstairs for later, and start the sloth board.

several minutes later, my soup has been inhaled, my papers glued, a sloth cut out, and im sitting in a mess of construction paper and staples in the hallway when i get a text from protein powder RA that quite simply said:

"its not there. do you need help with your boards?"

and me, being me, because i am exhausted and in need of company, say "yeah sure."

by the time he finally shows up, he's changed his outfit.

as a side note, every time ive seen this man during the last 5 days of training, he's been wearing a different outfit. oh and he works for lulu lemon. forgot to mention that.

but alas, here he came, holding my papers and reeking of axe as he walked down the hall to me, who is failing to staple a sloth to my bulletin board.

so for the next two hours i did my boards and he sat and talked. he wasn't physically helping me, but he was helping me stay awake, cause this man is a ball of fucking energy, and that was very important.

i only remember about half of what he said but essentially he was talking about how he was trying to be a better person than the one that he was freshman year. which is admirable. but he does still reek of axe.

at around 1 am i finished my last board and went upstairs to clean up. he came with me and sat on the floor and continued to talk while i cleaned up my disaster of paper and staples and glue among other things. at this point i was so relieved that i had finished that i was actually able to engage in the conversation, which was surprisingly deep and interesting.

and then. its about 1:45 am. i am about to wash my dishes so i can shower and go to bed. because remember that i need to be at training at 9 am the next morning.

and he says something about trying to be a better person again. and me, in all my sleep deprived glory, says:

drum roll

"and yet you still wear axe body spray."

and all hell broke loose.

i would like to preface by saying that he freaked out in a very joking matter and was not actually mad at me. but he was definitely disappointed and in shock. the next hour pretty much consisted of:

"are you kidding me? this is prada something something cologne and all these celebrities wear it!! how dare- it could not POSSIBLY SMELL LIKE AXE!!! well i guess its a little dry and axe is kind of dry smelling...bUT I SPENT SO MUCH ON THIS BOTTLE and the lady sold me on the larger one and it was like 150 bucks and UGH i cannot smell like axe! you know i got four compliments on how i smelled today??! and you're telling me i smell like fucking- *sniffs shirt* no! there's no way!! well i mean... no i cannot. i cannot smell like designer axe. damnit saph! im gonna have to sell this whole bottle now cause i can't use it! BUT ITS PRADA!!"

for an hour.

but it was very entertaining.

eventually i dragged him to the common room cause i needed to do my dishes and sleep and he continued ranting about it there, going as far as to call his best friend (who was asleep) and another RA and ask them if he smelled like axe. i meanwhile was laughing my ass off and 12 kinds of tired but couldn't find it in myself to care.

eventually he decided he needed yet another opinion. so he went to find the other RA on my floor, which, if you remember, is the same one who was thirsting over timothee chalamet with him in the res life office all of those fateful hours before. but that RA was nowhere to be found. so he ran down to the common room below us and scared the shit out of three freshmen.

and he asked these freshmen if he smelled like axe.

the answer was yes.

after that he left because it was 2:30 in the morning, and all the while he was yelling about how he was going to come to training tomorrow with different shirts with all his different colognes on them and have me sniff them because he couldn't smell like designer axe.

and i did the only logical thing. went upstairs to my my dorm and made him a door deck that looked like a bottle of axe that had a post it on the front that said "designer."

and so. now you all know not to buy cologne because its expensive because there's a good chance it will just end up smelling like axe.

and i didn't get to smell his other colognes because i almost passed out in training and left to take a nap. but maybe that was a blessing in disguise.

we’ve been dating for a year and seven months and just graduated college :) and in a fun twist of events, prada no longer makes that cologne anymore.

#not a tag #from saph #designer axe #saph and brad origin #bless

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rwby-diaries · 4 years

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Happy birthday Jaune!

Our next birthday - everyone’s favourite golden boy! Jaune was born on May 30th (St. Joan’s Day/Date of passing). His sister’s love making glitter bombs a big spectacle! They love their little brother very much (just as much as we do!)

Comic by @bosiphas and coloured by @data-plays-viola

Ficlet (under the cut!) by @may-marigolds

Five years before Beacon

Arc Household

“Is he here yet?” Canari groans, leaning around the corner to stare at the living room for what must be the fifth time in as many minutes. “We’ve been waiting forever.”

“Shh!” Saphron hisses, pulling her back by the back of her green shirt and putting a hand over her sister’s mouth. Canari licks it, and Saphron jumps back with a small shriek.

“Now who’s too loud?” Canari smirks. Saphron glares at her, wiping her hand on her pants.

“You’re disgusting.”

Canari sticks her tongue out. Amber, adjusting her red sweater, sighs.

“Stop it, both of you. He’ll be here soon.”

“Doubt it,” Poppy says, sinking to the floor alongside her twin. Primrose makes a face.

“Since when has Jaune showed up to anything on time?” she finishes.

Dahlia blinks over her round glasses. Saphron can almost see the gears in her brain turning.

“You want an actual estimate, or…”

“No.” The twins say in unison. Amber sighs again, suddenly twisting around in panic.

“Wait, where’s Clem?”

Saphron glances around- sure enough, their youngest sister is nowhere to be seen. Amber turns and levels her Mom Glare on Saph. “You were supposed to be watching her.”

“I was!” Saphron protests. “That girl is a snake!”

“Well, we need to find her,” Amber says. “Jaune will be here any minute.”

A loud gulping sound interrupts Amber’s panicking. Saph turns to see Clementine, purple dress slightly mussed, drinking what appears to be a large smoothie.

“What?” she says at all their incredulous looks. “I was thirsty.”

Amber looks like she’s about to go fully ballistic again when-

“Guys, shut up, shut up,” Canari says. “He’s here!”

They all peek around the corner, head piled on top of one another as Jaune walks into the room. Spotting the envelope on the table, he picks it up with a small ‘huh?’ and glitter explodes everywhere.

“Happy birthday, Jaune!”

A year after Beacon

Mistral Central Train Station

“On your right!”

Ruby blows past Jaune in a flurry of rose petals, heading for the gift shops at the other end of the train station. The blond boy laughs, pivoting back towards the bench the rest of his friends are sitting on. Even from here, halfway across the station, he can see Nora waving her arms excitedly as she tells some story. To his credit, Oscar seems to be listening attentively, and Ren’s… probably dreaming of the beach again.

Jaune smiles and starts towards them, bumping into someone on the way.

“Oh, sorry,” he starts, turning to see letters scattered across the floor. The mail carrier who was previously holding them looks down in dismay.

“It’s fine,” she says in a strangled voice that suggests it is not, in fact, fine. “I’ll just- pick them up.”

“Sorry,” Jaune says again, dropping to the ground and shuffling some of the letters into a small pile. He places it back in the bin and crouches down again.

Between the two of them, all the letters are picked up and the mail carrier is on her way in no time. Jaune waves at her departing back and glances down, noticing one more piece of mail still on the ground.

“Wait, you left-” he trails off as he notices the address on the envelope.

Jaune Arc. Beacon Academy, Room 9C.

Jaune frowns. Who on earth would be sending him mail? Mail that’s supposed to reach him at the pile of rubble that is now Beacon?

But when he sees the small note scrawled in the corner, he understands.

Happy eighteenth birthday, little bro!

Amber must have mailed this over a year ago, just before the Vytal Festival. Jaune can barely remember his birthday that year- it had passed almost unnoticed in the carnage. Now, Jaune’s almost nineteen, and it looks like sheer luck has led him to a birthday card from ages ago.

He smiles and carefully undos the flap, expecting a card or, perhaps, multiple cards. Instead, what he gets is-

Poof!

Glitter. Exploding right in his face, falling all over his clothes. Jaune sighs and runs a hand down his face. He should have expected this, honestly.

He hears snickers as he walks back up to the group after trying to shake as much of the sparkly flakes off of him as possible. It didn’t work; he’s still annoyingly flashy.

“Dude,” Yang says. “What happened?”

Jaune pouts slightly. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

But as his friends erupt in a fresh bout of laughter, Jaune can’t help but laugh along.

There are worse things than being covered in glitter that comes from home, after all.

Here’s a who’s who for the Arc family:

#rwby #rwby v7 #rwby volume 7 #jaune arc #saphron cotta arc #rwby rewrite #rwby rewritten #rwby art #rwby fic #post #canon #bo

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rachetmath · 4 years

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RWBY: PROGRESS

Ruby: Okay let’s get down to business. Jaune you need to stop wondering off on your own. Do you not know how worried we get when you do that?

Jaune: Um okay.

Weiss: And since we’re on the subject, you need to stop training so hard, you’ll overexert yourself and you could get hurt.

Jaune: Alright then-

Blake: Next, please stop saying you’re worthless, we care about you.

Jaune: Thanks but-

Yang: Also, you need to move on man, there are plenty of fishes in the sea.

Jaune: Yes, true but hear-

Nora: You also need to smile more. Girls love a guy with confidence.

Jaune: Guys just hear me-

Ren: You’re very tense, you need to stretch and relax more.

Jaune: Ren, everyone please-

Oscar: And may-

Jaune: OKAY! Can you all stop scolding me for one moment and let me speak!!

RWBYNRO: …*nods*

Jaune: *sigh* Look Ruby, Yang, I’ve been training with your uncle, and right now this is my relaxing day. Which I am required to take even if I don’t want to. Why? Because Qrow realized I train too much, so, he made a rule that states, I can’t work out during a non-training day. And if break said rule, then best believe there’s hell to pay. *stretching arms* Man still sore after that last punishment.

Yang: Wait how does Qr-

Jaune: Ms. Calavera. She’ll let me slide, but only on a blue moon when it comes to learning about dust.

Ruby: Hmm.

Jaune: Next after all that’s happened, I rather just talk to someone. I’ve been hanging out with Flint and Neon. And sometimes, I talk to Illa.

Blake: Illa? When?

Jaune: We talked back at Mistral. She wasn’t easy to approach though. I send her letters sometime. I also been writing Saph and Terra, mainly to apologize for their involvement in stealing the airship.

Nora: Wow. That’s-that’s great, you’re making progress.

Ren: Amazing.

Yang: *hugging Jaune* Glad you’re getting better.

Weiss: Splendid!

Blake: Well done. We knew you could do it.

Jaune: (Then what was the point in nagging me?) *see Ruby still worried* Okay, crater face, fine, no promises, but I’ll try my best not to make you worry. However, you have to stop acting so reckless yourself sometimes.

Ruby: *smiles and hugs him as well* Okay, I’ll settle for that. I’m proud of you. And if she were here, she would say the same thing.

Ruby and the others began to leave, well, all except for Oscar, who was stopped by Jaune.

Jaune: Mind if I talk to you.

Oscar: Um. Sure.

Oscar sit next to Jaune as he pulls his scroll out.

Oscar: *confused* What are you doing?

Jaune: Showing you something. *pulls up his photo album and shows Oscar*

Oscar: *looks and see’s a girl in the photo with Jaune* Is she-

Jaune: Yes. A faunus.

Oscar: When?

Jaune: We’ve been talking for a few weeks, but we’re not there yet. I’m playing it smooth. Can’t have another Weiss or Pyrrha problem.

Oscar: Why are you telling me this?

Jaune: First, partner, I trust you. Second, I don’t want any of them in my business especially Blake considering she’s a faunus. Third, no one, will believe you. *gets up and pats Oscar’s shoulder* Good talk.

Jaune leaves the room, so he can continue his break, while Oscar processes what happened.

Oscar: Partner? He called me his partner. He called me his partner. *nods* Yeah. Yeah this- this is a win for me.

#rwby #Jaune Arc #lie ren #Blake Belladonna #ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #nora valkyrie #Oscar Pine #qrow branwen #maria calavera #pyrrha nikos

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dragonotaku-justineverything · 4 years

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Imagine Adrian having his first birthday during V7 and Jaune and the gang video-calling to Argus! (Today was my nephew’s first birthday, and we did this!)

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TO YOUR NEPHEW ANON! That was really sweet of you to do for him! Sorry I didn’t get this out sooner.

“Hi Adrian!”

“We miss you!”

“You’re still so adorable!”

“Happy Birthday!”

Adrian let out a wide range of happy squeals at hearing so many happy voices saying his name. He was sitting on Terra’s lap in front of the computer in their home. On the computer screen were eight faces all smiling and looking at Adrian’s giggle fit.

With hearing her baby boy so happy, Terra couldn’t help but giggled herself. “Thank you all so much. I’ll admit, it definitely was a surprise this morning when Saphron told me we were going to be getting a call from you guys.”

The orange haired girl named....Nora, Terra believed, pushed the others out of the the way so she was front in center on their screen. “Well Jauney let it slip that we’d missed little Adrian birthday by just a few days when we left for Atlas, so we had to call to make up for it!”

The other occupants on the other side of the call managed to push their way back into frame. Jaune spoke up next. “He he, yeah. It kinda slipped out and with everything happening at once, I thought it might be a little selfish for me to mention that. I did manage to buy a gift for my little nephew though! I left it in your main bedroom so Adrian wouldn’t find it.”

Terra smiled, lightly bouncing a still very happy Adrian on her knee. “Yes, we saw it the day you all left. He opened it this morning. He loves his new toys. I think he’s a bit partial to the X-Ray and Vav action figures though.”

“Alright! A kid after my own heart! You’re just like your uncle Adrian!”

“Hopefully not too much like you though.”

Jaune dramatically recoiled, holding his hand over his heart. “Terrrrraaaa! I thought we were friends.”

Terra simply rolled her eyes at her brother-in-law. “That doesn’t stop me from knowing you aren’t always the brightest light in the room.”

“Jaune! You should have told me about his birthday! I would have bought him a present as well!”

“Wha- Weiss! You only knew him for like three days! You don’t have to buy him a gift.”

“But I want to!”

Adrian reached his little hands out towards the screen when he saw the nice ladies he’s played with, thinking they were going to play with hims again. This little motion made Yang and Weiss ‘coo’ like they had when they first meet him. Terra fluttered her fingers over Adrian’s tummy to gently tickled him, getting a happy gurgle from him. “So how is it in Atlas everyone?”

Jaune stopped trying to get his face more in the screen, having been pushed aside so Yang and Weiss could gush over the cute little birthday boy. “I-It’s been busy, exciting, and exhausting. We got our Hunter’s licenses actually and started do real missions all over Atlas.”

That made Terra’s eyes widen significantly. “Really!? Congratulations to you all then! Saphron will be over the moon when she hears that!”

“Hehe, thanks Ter. Hey, were is my sister anyways?”

“Oh, she’s back in the kitchen getting Adrian’s cake ready. I can get her, one sec.” Jaune couldn’t tell her not to trouble herself before she adjusted Adrian in her arms and stood up from her chair. Terra turned around and walked off towards their kitchen.

On the Atlas side of the call, they could still hear the discussion on the other side of the call. “Hey dear, your brother and his friends are on the call waiting to talk to you.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll be out in a second, I just wanna finish frosting the rest of the cake and I’ll be out.”

“Got it.”

Terra walked back into the room and sat down again. “She’ll join us in a minute.”

Jaune smiled warmly at his sister-in-law. “You didn’t need to do that, but thanks.

Ruby nudged her way into center frame. “So how are things going on back in Argus right now?”

“Things have calmed down since you all left. I’m no longer getting blamed for all the issues with the CCT tower.”

“That’s a relief.”

It was at this point Saphron came walking into the room. “Hey, sorry it took a while. You kinda called while I was busy. But good news, the cake is done and re-” Saphron came to a stop and stood next to the chair Terra and her words died out as she finally got a good look at the video call.

And her brother.

Her voice came rushing back to her as she lent forward to get as close to the screen as possible, her hands on the desk supporting her. “JAUNE ARC! What did you do to your hair!?!”

“Uhhhhh.....”

Jaune’s response got cut off as a a resounding *Beeeeeeeep* was heard from their end of the call. Jaune pulled out his scroll and looked at it. “Ah, sorry but we have to go. General Ironwood wants another meeting with us. Bye sis, bye Terra, bye Adrian! Uncle Jaune loves ya!”

The other huntsmen and huntresses around Jaune gave their own varies goodbyes and Jaune quickly ended the call.

“Jaune?! Don’t you dare think this is over! Jaune?!”

Terra stood up and put her free hand on her wife’s shoulder. “T-the calls over Saphron.” Saphron stood up straight and let out an annoyed huff. “I don’t get it, I didn’t think his hair looked that bad.”

“That’s exactly the point! Do you know how many girls are gonna be all over him now!? I mean, I don’t think mom will like it, but then again, she always wants more grand kids. I don’t even know where he got that style idea from! He’s always been against changing his haircut!”

Terra just blinked at her rambling wife. She never ceased to surprise her. “Your family is seriously strange Saph.”

Saphron crossed her arms defiantly, not even phased by the comment. “Hey, you’re the one that wanted to marry into it.”

Terra chuckled at that. It was true, and was very happy about that. “Alright, lets go get the birthday boy to his cake.”

“Oh yeah! They should be cooled by now.” Saphron held out her arms towards Terra. “Alright, hand Adrian over.”

“What?”

“You’ve been hogging him all day. It’s my turn.”

Terra rolled her eyes again, but did just that. Adrian had no problems with being in his other mom’s arms. He happily giggled as Saphron cooed down to him as she brought him closer to her body. Together the family of three walked out of the room and into the kitchen to show Adrian his birthday sweets.

On the table was a medium-sized, blue frosted cake with the words “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE WORLD’S BEST SON ADRIAN” written in bold red and white letters. Saphron placed Adrian into his booster chair and cut off a piece of cake to put on his tray. “Happy birthday sweetie.” With that Saphron and Terra kissed him on the head and let Adrian tear into his cake.

Which he did without hesitation with his bare hands and face.

#rwby #adrian cotta arc #saphron cotta arc #terra cotta arc #jaune arc #team jnpr #team rwby #ask #sfw #fluff #anonymous

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