#visage; weiss schnee

[howlingday]

Princess Nora's Arc AU, Nora was certainly a unique princess, she's not like princess Weiss who's a sticker for manners and rules, she couldn't care less if anything she just wanted to be herself and have fun. One day she sees a young squire jaune being picked on by the other squires so she scares them off and protects him. When their gone she asks if he's okay which he's not since he's supposed to grow up and defend her not the other way around which she refutes with how she can defend herself. They become friends, maybe noras first ever true friend outisde of politics and jaune promises to pay her back and defend her with his full might when he gets older

Princess & Squire

"And you say you beat them off with a stick?"

"A big one!" Nora said as she beamed at her neighbor princess, Weiss Schnee of the Ice Queendom. "And it was sharp, too."

"So it was a cudgel." Weiss said with a frown. Nora gave her an odd look. "A club." She tilted her head. Weiss, losing her patience, shouted. "A hitting stick!"

"Well, duh!" Nora giggled. "It's not like I had my heels for stabbing!"

"And where were your knights?" Weiss asked, her patience long since worn away. "Surely they would not leave their princess unprotected."

"Believe me, I don't need protecting." Nora chuckled, punching her open palm. "None of those punks will be bothering Jaune any time soon."

"Yes, and regarding Squire Arc-" Nora gave the odd look again, "Jaune. Was he not punished for his failure?"

"What failure?" Nora asked. "He got bullied by the other squires because they're a bunch of assholes."

"Princess Valkyrie!" Weiss stood and smashed her hands against the sitting table. "Your job as the Princess of the Jade Empire is to learn from your studies and become a proper leader for your people! How do you intend to become a respectable empress when you're sprinting through the muddied streets, swinging cudgel like a barbarian while you spout such profanities like a common wharf whore?!"

Nora blinked at the outburst, then proceeded to laugh at her friend. Weiss' face only grew more and more red as Nora continued her guffaw. It was at this point that Jaune poked his head in, only to then retreat back out the door when Weiss' snarling visage turned to his direction. As she calmed down, Nora did what she did best.

Be herself.

"It's easy, Weiss!" She stood up, then turned to the window. "I just have to keep being me. Ren is already the emperor, so all I have to do is just stay alive until he decides to give me the throne. Until then, I'll keep being the toughest princess out having fun. And Jaune'll be right there with me, looking out for me when I can't look out for myself."

"You really are a child." Weiss shook her head with a sigh before falling into her seat. "You're lucky your brother is the emperor, otherwise you and I wouldn't be having this conversation."

"Well, duh, the only reason we're talking anyways is 'cuz your dad wants us to be friends so he can have good relations with our empire." Weiss blinked. "What? Just because I like having fun doesn't mean I can't be aware of the political intricacies of the realms both inside and outside the empire."

"No, I... I guess not." Weiss flushed a bit at being so callously shown up. "Still, your knights should be doing the fighting for you. Squire Vasilias is already showing great promise as my personal guard!"

"I dunno," Nora swayed her lips side to side, "I'm pretty Jaune's already won against him at rock, paper, scissors."

"What?" Before she could answer, she watched Nora tip-toe to the door where their personal guards stood by. She pressed her ear to the door before flinging them wide open. Jaune had his palm flat while Neptune held a fist. Paper beats rock. "NEPTUNE!"

"Um..." Neptune gulped, the squire caught in his charges deadly, icy gaze. "I, uh, won at least two."

"Uh-huh, out of how many?" Nora asked, looking to her squire.

"Uh, I lost count at fifteen games, No- I mean, Princess Valkyrie."

#rwby #rwby au #princess nora's arc au #princess nora #nora valkyrie #weiss schnee #jaune arc #neptune vasilias

[sommerregenjuniluft]

ooh now I need to know your top 3 German wolfstar songs 🫶

aaaahh ok karfy letsgo

Gestört aber GeiL & Koby Funk feat. Wincent Weiss - Unter Meiner Haut

Und ich kann noch nicht nach Haus And I can't go home yet Denn das brennen hört nicht auf Because the burning hasn't stopped yet Ich habe Angst, uns zu verpassen And I'm afraid I'll miss the chance of us Ich habe Angst, wir lösen uns auf And I'm afraid we're dissolving Und es wird schon wieder hell And it's already getting bright out again Wir sehen alle Lichter gehen We watch all the lights expire Im Trubel noch ein leiser Kuss One more quiet kiss in midst of the bustle Lässt mich stehen You abandon me Nein ich lass dich nicht raus No I won't let you out Ich lass dich nicht gehen I won't let you go Und ich weiß, und ich weiß, und ich weiß And I know, I know, I know Und ich weiß, ich tu mir grad weh I know I'm hurting myself right now Doch ich trag dich, unter meiner Haut But I'll carry you under my skin Ich behalt dich, unter meiner Haut I'll keep you under my skin Ganz egal wie lang es brennt No matter how long it's going to burn

(i like to think this song is very Berlin Angel coded and i might write a wolfstar fic insp by the song one day who knows)

Schmyt – ALLES ANDERS (WENIGER IM ARSCH) feat. CRO

Du willst immer fühl'n, aber du machst alles warm You always wanna fell, but you make everything warm Vielleicht war ich nur ein Verlierer, der so tut, als wär er hart Maybe I was only a loser who acts all tough Doch wenn du bei mir bist, wird das alles ganz egal But when you're with me I don't care about anything Denn jetzt ist alles anders, weil du mich magst Because now everything is different, 'cause you like me Kann ich mit der Visage leben, die ich hab I can live with my face now Und was die Leute reden, ist ein bisschen mehr egal And what people say matters a little less Und die Welt ein bisschen weniger im Arsch, ja And the world sucks a little less, yeah Alles anders, weil du mich magst Everything different, because you like me

Ich weiß, um mich zu lieben, muss man echt 'n riesen Schuss haben I know, to love me, you gotta be insane Sie passt in meine Arme, doch ihr Herz ist groß wie Russland He fits into my arms but his heart is as big as russia Ein neuer grauer Tag, doch ich nehme ihn mit Kusshand A new grey day, but I'll take it with grace Mit dir wird Bus fahr'n zum Mustang With you, riding the bus is like driving a Mustang Ich bin cool bis zum Erfrier'n I'm so cool I could freeze to death Doch mit dir geh ich in Flammen auf But with you I erupt into flames Blumen explodier'n um mich rum, wenn du mich anschaust Flowers explode around me when you look at me Und seit du hier bist, ist die Welt nicht mehr im Arsch, ja, ja And since you're here with me the world doesn't suck anymore, yeah yeah

(-> guess which part i think is whose pov)

Edwin Rosen - leichter//kälter

Und deine Lippen sind lila And your lips are purple Wie die Blumen, die ich dir nie kauf' Like the flowers I never buy for you Die ich dir nie kauf' I never buy for you Und du schreist, "Oh, es ist kalt! Es ist kalt! Es ist kalt!" And you yell, "Oh, it's so cold! It's so cold! It's so cold" Oh, es ist kalt Oh, it's so cold Doch du sagst, es fällt dir leichter But you say it's easy for you Ja, ich sei doch so viel kälter Yeah, because I'm so much colder after all Darum bleibst du steh'n So you stay standing Bleibst barfuß im Schnee stay barefoot in the snow Ach verdammt, mir ist so kalt Ugh, damn, I'm so cold Und wenn du das nächste Mal frierst And the next time you're feeling cold Vielleicht frierst du wegen mir? Maybe you're cold because of me Wenn du das nächste Mal frierst The next time you're feeling cold Ist's am Ende gar nicht kalt It isn't even cold in reality

#lune-y tunes #wolfstar #karfy tag

[arc-misadventures]

He Says Nothing, And Yet He Speaks More Than Any Other

First Day at Beacon Academy, was meant to be a day of excitement, and joy, and to bask in the thrill of the uncertain! Or, in Ruby Rose’s case; to be utterly lost, and confused.

Ruby: So lost, so lost, oh so so so lost… Thank’s for ditching me, Yang…

: (Need some help?)

Ruby, let out a startled yelp as she turned to face, a tall blond boy. He had kind blue eyes, and an innocent smile across his face as he softly waved at her.

: (Hi! Names, Jaune, Jaune Arc; and you are?)

Ruby: I-I’m Ruby, Ruby Rose. And yeah… I’m lost… really lost…

Jaune: (Can’t find the auditorium for school initiation?)

Ruby: Y-Yeah… How did you know…?

Jaune: (You’re lost, first day of school… Seems pretty self evident)

Jaune just smiled, and shrugged his shoulders at the whole situation. All the while, Ruby gave an adorable little pout at his expense.

Jaune: (Follow me, and I’ll take you there.)

Ruby: Oh thanks! I thought all my seniors would be in classes right now.

Jaune: (First year actually.)

Ruby: O-Oh…

Jaune: …

Ruby: So… I uhh… I’ve got this…

In a flury of motion a Ruby’s weapon, a death scythe buried itself into the ground before them.

Ruby: This is Crescent Rose, my…?!

Jaune: (A death scythe? Impressive… I heard they’re infamous for being hard to wield. I look forward to seeing it in action, I’m curious to see how someone so small can wield such a large weapon.)

Ruby: I’m not small! I drink…?!

Jaune: (It takes more than a glass of milk to grow up.)

Ruby: How did you know I was going to say milk…?

Jaune: (A… A lucky guess… Come along little one we’re here.)

Ruby: I am not little!

As, Jaune shot her one last smug smirk before entering the auditorium, she could help but ponder on how odd, Jaune’s voice sounded in her head.

~~~

Ruby: Yang!

Yang: Hey, Rubes, meet anyone?

Ruby: Actually, yeah I did!

Yang: Oh, really who?

Ruby: That guy over there, with the sword, and shield, and the, Modern Tactical Mauser pistol!

Yang: You mean the blond haired, blue eyed, teenage boy, in the officer’s uniform?

Ruby: Yeah, he’s the one!

Yang: Of course you’d recognize him by his weapons, you total nerd…

Ruby: I’m trying okay!

Yang: Ha…! Well, he looks nice, but is he nice…?

Ruby: Oh he is! He showed me where to go, took an interest in, Crescent Rose. He did tease me a bit, but he’s a pretty nice guy! But…

Yang: But…?

Ruby: His voice, it sounds weird…

Yang: Weird how?

Ruby: Whenever he speaks, it sounds like there is an echo in my head…

Yang: An echo?

Ruby: And, he always sounded oddly… happy.

Yang: Okay… Don’t worry about it, Ruby some people just have odd voices.

Ruby: O-Okay…

She wouldn’t worry about it openly, but she couldn’t help, but feel that something was off about him.

~~~

Pyrrha Nikos, a legendary champion fighter, was once more uncomfortable as she was once more was being scouted to join someone’s team, and this time it was someone she couldn’t easily get rid of. Weiss Schnee, Heiress of the, SDC. If there was anyone she wasn’t looking forward to dealing with, it was her. She didn’t even try to hide the mad glee in her eyes as she planned out how they would become the schools power couple.

At least she thought she was trying to hide it…

: (Excuse me, but you’re in my way.)

A voice that cut through her thoughts like a scalpel entered, Pyrrha’s mind. The voice was smooth, and calming to her ears unlike any other. She turned to the side, and saw a blue eyed, blond eyed man, give her a roguish smile. A faint blush spread a ross her cheeks as she looked upon his rather handsome visage.

: (Hello~!)

Pyrrha: H-Hello…

Weiss: And, who are you?

: (Ahh…! My manners escape me… My name is, Jaune Arc, and you are?)

He gave a polite bow as he addressed the two, but before, Pyrrha could politely reply in kind, Weiss had to interrupt, and show what she thought of his ‘interruption.’

Weiss: And, you don’t know who she is?

Jaune: (I know precisely who you both are, Weiss Schnee, Heiress of the SDC. I just though, Ms. Nikos, would like to introduce herself first.)

Pyrrha was taken aback, she was used to people recognizing her, but seldom did one not act out upon seeing her.

Pyrrha: Y-You know who I am?

Jaune: (Such an odd question; How many people do not know of, Pyrrha Nikos winner of the… thing…? In all honesty; I know you are a champion fighter, however I mostly remember you for being on the Pumpkin Pete cereal boxes.)

Pyrrha laughed softly, it wasn’t everyone who saw her championships as a, thing. It was oddly refreshing.

Pyrrha: Many know me from those as well. I don’t mind, I just wish the cereal was more healthy.

Jaune: (True, but the Pumpkin Pete’s hoodie is damn comfortable.)

Pyrrha: Oh, you won one of those? Not many did. They have a huge surplus of them in a warehouse somewhere waiting for next time.

Jaune: (They have more? Then I will need to appease to your better nature to get more hoodies.)

Pyrrha: Oh, are they that good?

Jaune: (Yes, so much so I need more, several more…)

Pyrrha: Oh, and why is that?

Jaune: ( One gloriously comfortable hoodie, and seven sisters; I was lucky to wear it once every other month.)

Pyrrha couldn’t help, but laugh at the plight he had no doubt experienced at the hand of his sisters. Something she found herself envious of, such were the plights of the only child.

Jaune: (I do apologize for seemingly ignoring you, Ms. Schnee. But, I’m afraid bar dust rounds I have very little to discuss with you, and if you don’t mind. You are in the way of my locker.)

Weiss: Oh, yes, that’s quite alright.

Jaune: (Thank you.)

Pyrrha couldn’t help, but stare as she watched him dawn on his sword, and scabbard, along with his pistol holstered on the back of his waist. She watched him with laser like focus, as he effortlessly put them, and walked with the grace of someone who had worn them for years. There was something about the professionalism, and the way he carried himself she found… appealing…

Jaune: Well, I shall see you two ladies later; who knows, we may even partner up. Till later then.

Pyrrha: See you later, Jaune!

Weiss: That was… odd…

Pyrrha: Odd? What was odd about that? He seems like a very nice, and respectable person.

Weiss: H-He does, I haven’t met a person that genuinely nice to me before. More often, than not the ‘nice people’ I’ve met, have been trying to get on my good side to mooch off of me, and my family name.

Pyrrha: Haa… I know the pain…

Weiss: But, his voice… His head was in his locker, and it should have had an echo since it was there. And, yet it sounded like he was talking right next to my ear.

Pyrrha: Really…? I hadn’t noticed.

Weiss: Strange, very strange.

~~~

Jaune sat on a tree stumb, gently spinning the blade in his hand as he felt its weight, and balance He was impressed on how such a complex weapon could feel so perfect in his hands.

Jaune: (Why hello again, Pyrrha.)

Pyrrha: How did you know it was me?

Jaune: (The… leaves were rustling, not to mention you threw your spear at me. Why did you do that, anyway? I didn’t need your help getting down.)

Pyrrha: O-Oh well… You seemed like you were going to crash… So I thought I help you out…

Jaune looked at the weapon in his hands once more, before tossing it at, Pyrrha. He stood up, and dusted himself off, before looking towards the deeper parts of the forest.

Jaune: (Word of advice: Never throw away your weapon so carelessly again, you can only run for so long.)

Pyrrha: R-Right… I probably shouldn’t have assumed you weren’t able to land safely by yourself.

Jaune: (Wise move… But, in the mean time.)

Jaune walked over, and gently grabbed, Pyrrha’s hand, and gently placed a kiss upon it. His eyes never leaving her for a moment.

Jaune: (You have my thanks, my Lady.)

Pyrrha’s face was flush red with a fierce blush, she was used to people flirting with her, but this, he was something else!

Pyrrha: Y-Y-Your welcome!

Jaune: (Now then, shall we get going.)

Pyrrha: Y-Yes… L-Let’s get going…

~~~

Ruby: Hey, Jaune!

Jaune: (Oh, hello, Ruby, and Ms. Schnee? Is this your partner, Ruby?)

Ruby: Yeah, she is… She’s a real big meanie!

Weiss: Hey!

Jaune: (Well, she is an Atlassian, they tend to be a bit grumpy most of the time.)

Weiss: Hey!

Ruby: Oh, Jaune! This is my big sister, Yang!

Yang: He there soldier boy!

Jaune: (How original, its as if I have never heard that one before…? Interesting…)

Jaune couldn’t help, but give her a look over. Normally he would never do this to anyone, much less a woman he had just met, but the resemblance’s were uncanny.

Yang: Uhh… Care to explain why you’re staring at me so intently…?

Jaune: (Bar admiring your natural born beauty. I was noticing the similarities you bare to my sister’s. If it wasn’t for your eyes, I dare say you were one of them.)

Yang: Oh, so you got some hot blonde sisters, eh?

Jaune: (They are my sisters, I would never say such things about them. But, as for yourself, you are quite mesmerizing.)

Yang: Ha! Hell ya I am~!

Jaune: (And, who might you be?)

: Me? My name is, Blake, Blake Belladonna. It is a pleasure to meet you.

Jaune: (The pleasure is all mine, my dear. A question if you will?)

Blake: You may…?

Jaune: (Why the bow?)

Blake: W-What are you talking about?!

Jaune couldn’t help but notice the small flinch, and how Blake’s body instinctively moved backwards, away from him as he said that. Evidently, he had hit a nerve.

Jaune: (Just curious… It’s quite fitting for you, Ms. Belladonna.)

Blake: T-Thank you…

Pyrrha: Uhh… Jaune, could you help me?

Jaune: (Oh, but of course. Excuse me, Ladies.)

Jaune gave a quick bow before running off to be with his partner. All the while the duo couldn’t help but watch him leave.

Yang: Huw… Ruby was right, his voice does seem to echo in my mind…

Blake: Yeah… it actually does…

Yang: By the way, why did you react like that when he asked about your bow?

Blake: Ohhh… Nothing, it just caught me off guard is all.

Yang: Okay! Uhh… Did that girl just come in ridding an, Ursa?

~~~

Atop the hill of overlooking the Emerald Forest, the sat together with their trophy in hands, the quartet of Hunters-in-training made there way back to Beacon Academy, the bodies sore, and aching from a hard day’s effort, but things had been going well for them. Now it was just time to hand in their trophies, and call it a day.

Nora: That was awesome! Did you see that, Ren! We were all like powpowpopow! And, then that Grimm was all like, ‘Skree?!’ And, then it died! And, we won! Whoo! Best day ever!

Ren: Yes it was, Nora. Yes it was.

Jaune: (I must agree, dispute you’re overwhelming exuberance, you are quite the capable fighter, Nora.)

Nora: Nahh… Thanks, Jaune-Jaune…

Jaune: (You were all amazing, I look forward to seeing what this years is going to be like.)

Pyrrha: Thanks, Jaune. Your were spectacular.

Jaune: (My thanks.)

Weiss: Well it shouldn’t be any surprise, a Schnee is meant to excel~!

Blake: And, be a braggart.

Weiss: Hey!

Yang: Pff. Nice.

Ruby: Well, I think we were fantastic too!

Nora: Hey, Jaune can I ask you a question?

Jaune: (Depends on the answer.)

Nora: Why can I hear your voice in my head, but your lips aren’t moving?

Everyone stopped dead in their tracks, as they all slowly turned to stare, at Jaune’s face. And, just as, Nora said, they could all hear his soft laughter in their heads, the rolling of his shoulders as he laughed, and yet his lips never parted from their mischievous smile.

Yang: I-I can hear him laughing…?!

Blake: If he’s laughing, then why aren’t his lips moving?!

Weiss: T-This has to be a semblance of some kind, r-right?

Ruby: A cool semblance!

Nora: A really cool semblance!

Pyrrha: Uhh… Jaune, you okay?

Jaune: (Ah-hahahaha… Haa… Oh, that’s funny… We’ve been around each other for hours now, and it’s the most spastic, and seemingly random amongst you was the only one to actually noticed that I have been speaking all day, and yet I have said nothing~!)

Pyrrha: Jaune, w-what is all of… this?

Jaune: (Oh where to begin, where to begin indeed…)

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #ruby rose #lie ren

[novankenn]

Things Best left ... ALONE (14)

--== Table of Contents ==--

The being smiled at Pyrrha from her perch on her lap. Acting almost as if he/she was waiting for Pyrrha to praise him/her. Inside, Pyrrha’s thoughts rolled. This thing had been trapped in a sealed jar for who knows how long, and just openly admitted to hurting people that she was on… at least friendly terms with. Pyrrha scowled, causing the fae as she/he called her/himself, to scowl in return.

“Why? Tell me why you did that to my friends, especially Weiss.”

“They were not your friends… they were parasites, they took and took, giving nothing in benefit back…” he/she replied, taking a small step backwards on Pyrrha’s lap, “The white haired one…”

“Her name is Weiss.”

“The white haired one… is corrupt and diseased. Her soul blemished and tainted with desires and lust.”

“Wait, what?”

“She hungered for you. She upset you… as your friend… I could not… let her blasphemy continue…” she/he explained…” So now her mask is broken, her visage now echoes her soul.”

“You little shit!” Pyrrha hissed as she made a grab for the diminutive creature, only to miss as if flitted away into the air above her reach. “You had no right to do that!”

“Careful…” she/he hissed at Pyrrha in return, its voice dark and foreboding. “You’ll wake… her.”

Pyrrha grew stiff and slowly looked to her left, seeing the form of Ruby Rose nestled deep into the spare bed. Her head then snapped, her emerald eyes narrowing.

“Don't you dare…” Pyrrha whispered, her voice tinted with anger. 

/==/

Ozpin felt off. Something wasn’t right in his school. Currently, he was on his way to the stacks, in the library's basement. The report on the wounds Ms Schnee had suffered, causing his mind to dig through eons of memories. In a time long before, as civilization was just starting to embrace the boon of aura… there were beings. Malevolent creatures capable of inflicting great harm to those that angered them… even through aura. 

Vicious little creatures, that the natural laws didn’t apply to. Capable of causing hallucinations, vivid visions, and invading dreams. He knew the collective name of them, it was on the tip of his tongue, just out of his reached. Finding the stacks oddly dark, he flipped the switch, causing the nearly ancient fluorescent tubes to sputter, flicker and hum to life.

Looking about, his eyes were drawn to the layer of dust and the scuff marks that disturbed it. Ozpin’s brow eyes narrowed, and he made a mental note to speak with the library staff, to see if they knew who might have been down here. He was always temped to have the door locked, but had always pushed the task aside in lieu of more important matters. Hindsight was 20-20, and he was kicking himself for not taking that action, before now.

The lights continued to flicker and buzz as Ozpin took his time following the scuffed tracks. He noticed that the ones showing a return trip were much more pronounced, almost as if whoever had been down here was rushing to get out. Onward he continued, much deeper into the shelves lined with ancient tomes. Eventually he stopped. He had reached the end of the inward facing footprints.

He noticed an odd space between the books, as if something had been shoved onto the shelf… something round if the circle in the dust was anything to go by. The hairs on the back of his neck rose. Quickly, he stood up, and dug into his pocket for an antique set of keys. There were objects in his very private, secure collection of oddities that could leave such a mark. He needed to take account, make sure they were all accounted for.

#rwby #pyrrha nikos #jaune arc #pyrrha has no partner #jaune is a fae #horror themed #alternate universe #Beacon has no 4 person teams 1st year teams

[palaceofpassion]

OnlyHunters AU- FlexibleBeau (Is that Gwen's account name?) how flexible are you? Can you do a split or not?

Gwen had finally gotten her account set up, though it had taken her quite a bit longer to get all the physical things going. Thankfully she had the money to get all the equipment, and Jaune, ever the sweetheart, had helped her set up.

Though she couldn't hope but notice the severe glares that both May and Ms. Nikos had been sending her way. She could certainly understand May, but Ms. Nikos? Perhaps she'd stepped on a landmine that she was not quite supposed to.

Regardless, her streaming had been rather lackluster, despite wanting to get started, she was rather ashamed of showing her body. She'd never done anything quite like this before, not even for Jaune.

So... showing it to the world was... rather nervewracking.

"Don't worry, you don't need to... do you still do ballet?"

Jaune had been the one to suggest it, but she'd graciously accepted the proposal. Dressing in form fitting tights which perfectly hugged her surprisingly muscular legs, she began to show off her body in ways she hadn't expected to be quite as popular.

Like Jaune and May, she'd taken to wearing a mask, not wanting to gibve away her identity.

Garbed in pure white tights, which perfectly showed off not only her pert rear, but her strong legs, and a leotard which hugged her form fit belly and ample bosom, she was ready.

But... not much came through, at least till Jaune was gracious enough to ask a question.

ValiantVale: BallerinaBeau, how flexible are you?"

She knew he hadn't meant it at as a rhyme, but she couldn't help but giggle delightfully at his response.

"Well~ Let me show you♥"

She had no way of knowing that two other viewers had judged the amount of warmth, and perhaps familiarity she'd put into her words.

Standing on the very tips of her toes, she pulled her right leg upwards, without the use of her hands, which she held together locked in front of her stomach.

Amazingly, she was able to not only pull her leg all the way up, but also hook it around the back of her neck.

What she didn't know, was that not only did this serve the purpose of answering her question, but it also gave what little viewership she had a clear visage of her sensual mound.

Her puffy pussy snuggled against the rather thin fabric, forming a perfect mound against the material as it dug into her slippery slit~

KnightlyDreams: Okay... okay that's hot...

Wallflowersniper: I... I agree.

Both Pyrrha and May reluctantly conceeded this point.

YellowLion: Damn girl! You're almost as flexible as that Schnee girl!

Weiss once again sneezed, though she wasn't watching any streams at the moment.

"Th...thank you!"

Slowly she lowered her leg, her heart beating in her chest at a rapid pace.

"A'h dearly hope that was to your expectations."

ValiantVale: You did fantastic. I'm proud of you.

And like that, she felt a flutter in her belly, one she didn't quite understand.

#Gwen Darcy #OnlyHunters

[destinychose-a1]

TAG DUMP  /  WEISS

⤿   𝐈𝐍.    weiss schnee  ／  interactions. ⤿   𝐈𝐍.    weiss schnee  ／  visage. ⤿   𝐈𝐍.    weiss schnee  ／  headcanon. ⤿   𝐈𝐍.    weiss schnee  ／  message. ⤿   𝐈𝐍.    weiss schnee  ／  introspection. ⤿   𝐈𝐍.    weiss schnee  ／  aesthetic.

⤿   𝐑𝐄𝐋.    weiss schnee  ／  i’m home when we’re together.  (  team rwby  )

⤿   𝐕.     i will not surrender‚ this life is mine.  ／  main.

#⤿ 𝐈𝐍. weiss schnee ／ interactions. #⤿ 𝐈𝐍. weiss schnee ／ visage. #⤿ 𝐈𝐍. weiss schnee ／ headcanon. #⤿ 𝐈𝐍. weiss schnee ／ message. #⤿ 𝐈𝐍. weiss schnee ／ introspection. #⤿ 𝐈𝐍. weiss schnee ／ aesthetic. #⤿ 𝐑𝐄𝐋. weiss schnee ／ i’m home when we’re together. ( team rwby ) #⤿ 𝐕. i will not surrender‚ this life is mine. ／ main.

[texanredrose]

Look Before You...

Blake took her seat, sweeping her gaze over the field currently filled with ‘knights’ from all over Menagerie. While they’d operated as a kingdom for years, only recently did they begin matching the other kingdoms of Remnant in certain ways and first came the overwhelming vote for the Belladonna family to become the ruling family. Her dad had tried explaining that that wasn’t how it worked, you couldn’t be voted into kingship, but it became one of the few arguments he lost during his tenure as Chieftain of Menagerie- a title he continued to hold, with the wider understanding being that he was their king and just had a unique title, which most people accepted enthusiastically. It seemed to be the widely accepted logic that, since they were exiled and driven away from the rest of Remnant, they didn’t need to strictly adhere to the other kingdoms’ precedents. When they did, it was with a bit of cheek, as evidenced by the array of ‘knights’ preparing to fight in the grand melee.

In other kingdoms, knighthood came after years of testing or with the proper bloodline. In Menagerie, anyone willing to challenge Ghira to a duel would become a knight after. The challenge came in the fact that her father was a moving mountain who spoke softly but hit very hard. Alternatively, prospects could challenge Blake’s mom, Kali, but even fewer would dare attempt that challenge. It was common knowledge that Chieftain Ghira, although strong, would simply beat you and leave it at that; Chieftain Kali, on the other hand, would usually leave you with a scar- not out of malice, of course, but because her opponents underestimated her and she sometimes couldn’t pull back her blows in time.

Blake shifted, one ear flicking back to hear the metallic tink of her sword’s scabbard hitting her chair. This would mark the first time Blake would be challenged as well for knighthood, which would be after the grand melee; the reasoning being that, those who felt well enough to continue fighting after the melee would be just as taxed fighting the relatively young Chief as they would fighting fresh against the more experienced Chieftains. Blake, for her part, looked forward to the tests to come; faunus all over Menagerie had taken up combat arts in the past year, starting the moment the tournament was announced. It would be an important, historic moment for them as a people.

Not least because the other kingdoms were becoming nervous about how easily the faunus thrived on the desert island they’d written off as being uninhabitable.

“You look bored.”

“I’m impatient,” she replied, sparing her best friend a glance. “I’m surprised you didn’t join the tournament. Isn’t the grand melee exactly the sort of fun you’d be dying to have?”

Sun shrugged, leaning on his bo staff as he stood next to her with a wide grin. “Yeah, but I’m already a knight. There’s no real benefit to me joining in, except fighting you at the end, and we do that enough when we’re training.”

“Well, I think it would be fun to fight in the melee,” she said, picking out the specific styles of weapons and matching them to the different regions around Menagerie. But then, her attention was caught by one figure specifically. “Is… that…”

“Something wrong, dear?” Her father took his seat behind her, awaiting the signal to officially begin the grand melee. When he followed the direction of her gaze, he saw what she did and muttered a curse under his breath. “An Atlesian knight.”

“A high ranking one at that.” Her mother mused, cautiously intrigued. “You can tell by the helmet.”

Blake didn’t know the different Atlesian knight ranks well enough to be able to discern much more but she did know that the closer the armor resembled the late King’s, the higher the rank, and this one matched the description she’d heard and read to the smallest detail, even the plume down the backside of the helmet. If not one of the Royal Knights, this one was close to the top of the order, despite seeming so… small and slim, standing there among the other warriors. The armor added bulk but it didn’t match up to the farmers turned warriors surrounding the knight. “What an Atlesian doing here?”

“I don’t know… but they haven’t started any trouble yet. Keep an eye on them, Blake.” Ghira rose to his feet and bellowed out that all might hear him. “Welcome, all, to the first annual Unified Menagerie Tourney! As a celebration of overcoming our struggles thus far, the first event will be the grand melee. Those arranged before you will fight until only one stands and, then, whoever can muster their strength may face Chief Blake to earn their knighthood. Then, we look at the advancements we’ve made…”

As her father continued to explain the three days’ worth of events, Blake watched the Atlesian knight, who seemed to hardly acknowledge anything aside from the details regarding the grand melee. It annoyed her, to some extent, because she felt like the knight might be there as some sort of statement, as if to prove that an Atlesian knight could best anyone in Menagerie. Then, she noticed something else. “That knight doesn’t have a shield.”

“Isn’t that a big taboo in Atlas?” Sun leaned towards the edge of the elevated box they sat in, tilting his head. “Everyone uses the same style; only the royal family can go without a shield, because their knights are their shield?”

“Maybe it’s not an Atlesian at all?”

“That might be worse.” Sun cringed. “Don’t think Atlas will be too happy if they hear someone wearing their armor got their butt kicked at our tourney.”

Blake pressed her lips into a thin line, watching the knight’s posture.

“As a reminder, all events are in the spirit of celebration and community; as such, killing blows are strictly prohibited during the grand melee,” her father said, impressively not allowing his gaze to linger on the Atlesian. “With that, contestants, assume your positions and prepare for the fight to begin!”

As the contestants moved to make a large circle, Blake watched the Atlesian’s movements with all her attention. However, the longer she watched, the more she noticed that the knight appeared to be… supremely uncomfortable, or at least unaccustomed to wearing the armor; their movements were sluggish and they turned awkwardly, as if they lacked any sort of awareness as to their size and expected to bump into something they couldn’t see at any moment. In fact, the more the knight moved, the less alarmed Blake felt; if anything, she worried that Sun might have a point and the person in the armor wasn’t Atlesian at all. That would be a diplomatic headache if word got back to the royal family of Atlas.

Her parents exchanged a look of concern but remained silent until the circle had formed. Then, her mother stood up and shouted. 

“Begin!”

A horn was blown and about forty people shouted in response and charged forward. Metal clashed as weapons crossed, but in the hectic melee, Blake watched the Atlesian knight’s movements closest and… well, there was skill there, somewhere, but the person beneath the armor obviously had never worn it before during combat. Their left arm rose, a thin blade- so unlike the universally larger swords favored by Atlesians- blocking or deflecting errants attacks, but it seemed… sluggish. They certainly weren’t used to the limited view of the helmet, unaware of someone swinging a giant hammer at their back until it smashed into their backplate. No matter who was in the armor or what their attentions were, Blake winced when the blow landed; it looked painful.

The knight was sent sprawling in the dirt and essentially forgotten about; while many grand melees operated under the idea that a contestant either died, ran away, or won, and no one cared how many fell into the first category, this one was different. As long as an opponent stayed on the ground or only crawled, they would be left alone; the last person standing would be crowned victor, and each was in charge of gauging whether getting back up would be a wise idea. The knight got back up.

“Tenacious,” Ghira said. “I would’ve stayed down.”

“Only in a contest,” Kali replied, a lilt to her voice. “If something was riding on it, though, you’d get back up.”

He nodded. “True. They must be fighting for something.”

The knight- perhaps because of their weakened defense, perhaps because they were the only one fully armored, perhaps because they had the audacity to wear a foreign kingdom’s armor, who could really tell the motivation- became the favored target of those closest to them. Hammers, maces, mauls, swords, clubs, axes: every weapon on display turned against the knight, who met or blocked most but couldn’t be quick enough to block them all. When a battleax struck the knight in the head, a cascade of sparks indicating the killing edge of the ax had penetrated the helm, Blake thought the knight would stay down. It would be safer. But the knight got back up.

“Why won’t you stay down?” Blake leaned forward as the knight stumbled back a few steps, their right hand reaching up and roughly pulling off their helmet.

If possible, many mysteries were solved by the act, only to be replaced by a plethora more as an uproar began rising through the crowd. The entire Belladonna family jumped to their feet and leaned forward, each disbelieving what they could plainly see before them. Blake leaned against the banister, straining her eyes and ears for any hint of deception- because, surely, what she was seeing couldn’t be what was actually happening.

Yet, as the helmet fell to the ground, the visage of the mysterious knight became visible- piercing blue eyes, a scar across the left just a few weeks’ healed, and long white hair like an unbroken line of moonlight. In other words, a member of the Atlesian royal family, and a very prominent figure at that: Princess Weiss Schnee. She was busy fumbling with the straps to her chestplate while Ghira tried to call an end to the melee- the last thing they needed was a royal heir of another kingdom being seriously injured during the tournament- but the roar of the crowd drowned him out. Blake held her breath, unsure of what she expected or what she wanted to happen next.

Then, the Princess tossed aside the breastplate and all its attached bits- the heaviest part of her armor- and raised her sword, bellowing something at the opponents who surrounded her. Whatever she said, it moved a few of them, and three stepped forward to meet her. Three weapons sought to strike at her, without the bulk of her armor.

However, without the bulk of her armor, she was quicker than anyone expected. Without the helmet, she had her full field of vision; without the breastplate, she could twist and turn easily; without the pauldons, she could lift her arm with ease. Her sword flashed, knocking aside two of the three weapons turned against her- a scythe and a battleaxe- while meeting the third- a sword- which she batted away. She was akin to a dancer gliding across the battlefield now, twisting and turning to keep her blade between her and her enemies, even when they surrounded her. The wise ones, those who had battled previously, chose now to weed out some of their opponents, fighting off to the side, while those who had little experience attempted to best the Atlesian.

“Stop the melee!” Ghira took a deep breath, preparing to bellow the words when it became apparent that he couldn’t be heard over the raucous excitement below. But Kali put a hand on his forearm.

“Wait… she wants to fight; let her fight.”

Blake could see it, too. Doffing her armor hadn’t made her invulnerable; she still seemed to be at a disadvantage and a few blows managed to land anyway. Yet, she kept getting back to her feet. One didn’t submit to this sort of punishment for no reason. Blood ran from an open wound on her head on the opposite side of the scar and she was clearly having difficulty breathing- perhaps a bruised or broken rib from the hammer blow earlier.

The veterans had nearly thinned out all the other contestants and the Atlesian had done her part to discourage the rest from continuing to fight. 

But everyone had their limits, and the Princess found hers when one of the veterans wielding a giant hammer took a swing from her blindside. The blow sent her sprawling and though she obviously struggled to try and regain her feet, another defeated contender nearby lifted his head just enough and seemed to say something to the Atlesian. Whatever he said, it convinced the woman to simply lay down until one of the tournament’s attendants hurried in to whisk her and the other defeated combatants away.

Blake turned immediately.

“Cub.” Her father’s voice held equal parts a warning and concern. 

“I’m just going to make sure she’s alright.” She was already halfway down the stairs by the time she responded, searching for where the disqualified contenders were brought. She could see some tents where people limped about and the occasional cry from wounds being tended drew her towards them. A few people acknowledged her- attendants who had no interest in watching the melee, competitors awaiting one of the later events, and those who left the melee but had recovered enough to move of their own power- but no one stopped her as she searched through those wounded during the melee to find the Atlesian. She eventually found the woman struggling to pick up her dirty and discarded breastplate, stringing together words in what Blake thought was Old High Atlesian but could’ve easily been an eldritch curse. “Well, at least you’re standing.”

Those piercing blue eyes landed on her with a force similar to one of the hammer blows she suffered earlier but softened almost immediately as her expression shifted from fury to embarrassment. “Your Highness, you needn’t worry about a- a lowly warrior-”

“You’re the Princess of Atlas.” Blake crossed her arms over her chest. “I think you underestimate how recognizable you are or how intelligent I am. Hopefully, it’s the former.”

Although her lips twisted into a sour expression, she nodded. “It is, I assure you. I intend no disrespect, Your Highness.”

Blake’s eyes narrowed, unsure what game the Princess might be playing at, seeing as they were of equivocal rank as far as Blake could see: both daughters to ruling monarchs. If anything, Blake might be positioned slightly higher, as she was an only child and Weiss was second born, but hardly enough to warrant the constant, stiff formality of the Atlesian aristocracy. Then again, she would expect an Atlesian to disregard her rank entirely simply to snub her. “None taken… Your Highness.”

They held each other’s gaze for a moment longer before they were interrupted by a tourney attendant entering the tent bearing a tray with a tea set.

“Ah, Chief Blake, apologies for intruding-”

“It’s fine.” Amber eyes fell on the tray, noting the single cup. “Could you bring a second cup?”

“Of course.” A low bow after setting down the tray preceded the attendant- a ram faunus, if she didn’t miss her guess- ducked back out of the tent.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she said, taking the teapot and pouring the cup. It had to be some sort of Atlesian tea, dark and pungent, as no tea leaf in Menagerie was that dark brown color. Then again, Atlas sat high in the mountains amid snow and ice while most of the tea shrubs they cultivated in Menagerie were surrounded by dirt and desert; it seemed there was some sort of inverse relationship between the color that surrounded a tea bush and the color of the liquid it produced. “But I find myself curious as to what a member of the Atlesian royal family is doing joining a tournament in Menagerie.” She picked up the saucer and held it out to Weiss, making it clear that she’d poured the cup for the woman and not herself. “Perhaps you can indulge me over a cup?”

Weiss looked at her as one might regard a snake poised to bite before relenting, sighing heavily and letting the breastplate drop unceremoniously to the floor so she could accept the saucer. “I suppose.”

Her ears canted back. “I don’t want to twist your arm about it.”

“It’s… not that.” The woman sighed, frustrated, and trudged over to a chair, setting down the saucer on a nearby low table as she eased herself into the seat, her greaves creaking with each step. “I’d hoped to earn a knightship as a means of proving… something.”

“Something?” Blake grabbed a chair and brought it over next to Weiss as the attendant returned. She poured herself a cup from the teapot and sat down next to the Atlesian. 

“Yes, something- if I could articulate it-”

“That wasn’t me prompting you,” she said, settling into her seat and grabbing her saucer. “It was… I suppose a bit of camaraderie. I know what it’s like trying to prove something you can’t explain… and you aren’t sure if you’re proving it to someone else or yourself.” A small smile. “To put your mind at ease, you can still attempt to earn your knightship; you don’t need to defeat me to earn the title.”

Weiss narrowed her eyes, pride bristling. “Are you implying I couldn’t defeat you?” Blake pointedly looked over the woman’s battered form. “I don’t mean right this moment, damnit.”

“I’m not sure but I’d like to see you try.” As she took a sip from her cup, Blake paused, then spat the whatever it was out of her mouth as her expression twisted up. “What is this? This tea is horrible!”

“It’s not tea; it’s coffee,” Weiss said, barely concealing her amusement behind her cup as she took a long sip without flinching.

Blake threw her a baleful look while setting down her saucer. “You knew.”

“I knew that I’d given her coffee grounds and told her how to make coffee and that she brought me back what smelled like coffee; you were the one who thought you knew what was in the teapot. You could’ve asked.”

The attendant from before- either anticipating the fallout or hearing Blake’s reaction- appeared with a second teapot that poured blessedly green tinted tea. She almost burned her throat trying to wash out the taste left in her mouth. “I hope you realize this is even more incentive to make you regret applying for knightship in my kingdom, Princess.”

“Then my impending knightship will be all the sweeter once it’s won, Chief.”

As much as she should be annoyed by the flippant response, Blake found herself smiling before taking another sip of her tea.

#monochrome #checkmatingweek2021

[aravas-writing]

Councilman AU: the Schnees have never been the ideal family. However, the Schnee women begin mending their relationships through one common ground: thirsting over the councilman. (Given how many stories have Winter falling for Jaune almost immediately, i figured this would be something she could share with Bleiss and Willow. Weiss is definitely an outlier but he opinion of Jaune is different in this AU, so I figured it could also help Weiss be more honest about her feelings)

For the first tome in a long time, the Schnee women sat at the same table. For the first time ever, their number included the disinherited black sheep.

"It seems that all of us have the same goal, Weiss started nervously. "I...I can't believe you, mother."

"Oh?" Willow raised her eyebrow at her daughter. "Is it so wrong for me to seek out a better man after so long?"

"It is if he is as young as Weiss," Winter weighed in warily.

"Meh, that just shows how mom has good taste," Bleiss chimed in with a shrug, eyeing her twin. "I'll be honest, I'd call darling 'daddy'."

"Oh for crying out loud..."

"Wait, Winter?" The heiress turned to the specialist. "Since when do you like the councilman?"

Nervousness showed itself for the first time on the usually stern visage. "We never personally met, though I must say that I find him very fetching."

"In other news, we all got great fucking taste," the black sheep crassly concluded. "And mom's has improved. Now we can all turn him into daddy material, can't we?"

Winter nursed a rising headache. "It is not so simple. There is the matter of the fact that he is already taken.

"He what! Who the fuck are the bitches!?"

"About that." Weiss rose from her seat. "I have spoken to them and...well..."

"Well what? Fucking out with it!"

"Bleiss, please. Weiss, what did they say?"

She took a deep breath. "They gave me carte Blanche on courting him."

"I fucking take it back! I love these bitches!"

"Bleiss..."

"Truly now?" Willow found it fairly curious that these supposed girls - indeed plural - would be so willing to share.

The reason was seemingly, in part, a serious libido.

This opened up some...avenues.

Though one very clear problem remained.

Jacques.

(Alright, the time has come @naughtyweiss ! Give me your best prompt!)

#rwby #councilman arc au #winter schnee #willow schnee #weiss schnee #bleiss schnee

[moonlight-frittata]

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

RWBY - Winter and Weiss Schnee

~1k words , hurt/comfort

---

“Winter?”

The toe of her boot was buried in sand, hot and heavy and shifting beneath her feet. She pulled the edge of a tan cloak closer around her face, refusing to give in to the temptation to look. 

“...another mirage. The heat...just another shadow.”

They plagued her nightmares, and now had the audacity to follow her into the sunlight. Winter couldn’t bear to look back to see the face of her sister, a lie her heart so desperately desired and her exhausted mind, frazzled from lack of sleep and water, tempted to give her. 

“Winter!”

When did she last sleep? A few hours the day before perhaps? Before the four waves of ravager grimm attacked the Atlas empcampent. Whitley brought her a bottle of water, she remembered, and a nutrition bar after the onslaught, one of the few bold enough to approach her in the new normal of their existence. 

“Winter, please, say something.”

No. No, she couldn’t afford to fall apart now. Sweat trickled down her brow, and she felt it mingle with a single hot tear, knowing her eyes blazed blue with the unnatural flames of the winter maiden.

Weiss was gone. 

“Winter Schnee! Look at me!”

She was a soldier, she was a weapon. But, she was human. 

Winter fell to her knees sinking into the sand dune, burying her hands as deep as she could push them into the hot earth, the course heat sliding over her skin like she was becoming part of the desert itself. And she saw a cool, gentle shape against the harsh environment. Someone who was never a part of this forsaken place, someone who belonged somewhere kinder.

Winter knew it was a lie, knew she wasn’t here, but still Weiss’s name slipped out between her dry, cracked lips. She must surely be suffering heat exhaustion, maybe something worse, but it felt like a balm to her weary heart to see the vision of her little sister. Weiss looked different, wearing new clothes and a worried look. Minds were powerful in filling in the gaps we expect to be there.

“Are you alright?”

Gentle fingers touched her check, rough in certain places from years of training a sword. Weiss was left handed, though Winter taught her to use both in a fight. She remembered Weiss hid the first time she had a blister, and it was then Winter knew she would have what it took to push through the hardships of training. 

Winter couldn’t bear to reach out and have her fingers grasp through nothing. She could only imagine this is what Weiss’ gentle touch would feel like on her face, knowing she would never hold her in her arms again. Why did the Schnees insist on distance and solitude? How many opportunities to hold Weiss had she missed, to brush her hair, touch her cheek. Tell her how beautiful her smile was. Tell her how Winter listened to recordings of her singing every Saturday morning. 

Winter took the time to say she was proud. She made sure to tell Weiss she was strong for making her own way. But it didn’t feel like enough, and now it felt like it was all for waste.

“Winter, I’m really here.”

The hand at her check held her firm, stronger. Her chin tilted up, forced to look into the face of her little sister.

Her sister.

Winter’s whole body trembled, air tight in her chest, not daring to release a breath that might blow the image of Weiss away. The shimmer of the mirage fought against tears, a perfect version her heart craved in desperation. The weakness ached like a bruise, purple and blue, sore to the eye and tender to the touch, not yet healed. 

“Winter...”

Winter knew she must look pathetic with her hands buried in sand, grasping in the dirt for something solid to anchor herself against. Weiss knelt down beside her, bringing up both hands now to cradle Winter’s face.

She seemed so real. Winter already felt remorse letting herself indulge in this comfort. Why did she torture herself? Tears streamed freely down her face now, burning icy cold against the flame that framed her eyes. A power she could only hope to quell with enough time.

The visage of Weiss in front of her wiped away the tear tracks, unafraid if she got burned by the ancient magic taking host inside Winter’s body. Winter shuddered in spite of herself, ashamed she could not contain the reverberation of heartache that echoed in her chest.

“I can’t lose you again, Weiss.”

The words seeped out between clenched teeth, a sad confession barely audible above a whisper. Winter fell forward onto her forearms, too weak and ashamed to look into the eyes of the ghost she failed to save. Had the heat and grief addled her mind so much? 

“You’re a big dummy, you know that?”

Her ribs were barely mended from the battles since Atlas fell, but the pressure of arms wrapped around her brought stark relief to the moment. She needed this, even if it was all for lost. Winter tried so hard to be strong for Weiss and even for Whitely over the years. She tried so hard to shield them, to prepare them for the cruel reality of their world. But she never prepared herself for what it might mean to let them go. 

“I know.”

Winter leaned into the warm lap of her sister, letting herself fall into the embrace she desperately craved. Comforting fingers wove through her hair, a soothing gesture placating her nerves and fears. It felt good to let go. Maybe this was the end finally coming to collect its toll, a price she feared for far too long, but would come whether she was ready or not. 

Weiss held Winter tight in her arms, singing softly as Winter’s eyes drifted close, the darkness welcoming the sisters together for whatever came next.

#winter schnee #weiss schnee #rwby #MADE MYSELF SAD WITH THIS ONE #and ren cried reading so obviously very pleased ahaha #winter is schnee #laura writes #moonlight writes #I love the schnee sisters so much #rwby spoilers #( maybe? not really but just in case) #when the comfort is the hurt

[vanilleneo-a]

@popolaroleplayhub​ / @lonelyschneeprincess​ // ❤

Oh, look. If it wasn't the Schnee princess. Watching with mismatched eyes for a long moment from her spot, hidden away on the busy Mantle streets. Trailing after her for a moment to ensure that she wasn't being swarmed by her teammates, Neo finally skipped up to Weiss -- a quick motion to push the girl down one of the side streets, disguise shedding itself to reveal her tri-toned visage.

#lonelyschneeprincess #( verse.03 ) / ☂ but revenge is always sweet . #/ neo pls be nice

[melonishus]

Hows about some more switched white rose eh?

[Ruby makes her way through the Beacon courtyard with her dust supply. Whitley had given her the family rapier as a gift to let her know that she was indeed a Schnee. She looked at it fondly when someone crashed into her. She stood her ground, they did not and fell on their backside]

Weiss - OOOOOOOW [rubs butt]

[Ruby states down at her with disdain. Weiss looks up at her with surprise , they both knew who the other was immediatley]

Weiss - You look like my Mom ! 

Ruby - [rolls her eyes] Unfortunately [starts picking up her things]

Weiss -  Why unfortunately? Moms great !

Ruby - [uninterested] Oh I’m sure she is [starts gathering her things that spilled] Shame I’ll never know 

Weiss - I could video call her 

Ruby - Look [stops and looks at Weiss icily] I don’t know if this went over your head or not , but I don’t wish to know your mother. 

[Weiss gasps]

Ruby - If it were up to me , I would rid myself of her pathetic visage 

Weiss - My mom is NOT pathetic 

Ruby - She retired early to raise a subpar child 

[Weiss slugged her in the face . Rubys aura took the hit]

Ruby - You are to stay away from me , you and her mean nothing to me. Die in mediocrity like you deserve [finishes picking up her things as Weiss looks at her in shock]

.................

[Yang sits with Weiss, bandaging her hand]

Yang - You want to tell me what happened

Weiss - I met Moms bio kid. She’s mean

Yang - What did she do

Weiss - She told me that Mom was pathetic, and that we should die In meritocracy 

Yang - Mediocrity and it sounds like she deserved a punch 

Weiss - When IM rich, I’m going to have a big old pool party , and she won’t be invited 

[Yang laughs]

Weiss - And then she’ll be like “Oh Weiss ! I’m sorry I was such a butt ! Please let me into your super cool pool party, I want to be your friend” and I’ll be like “Maybe”

Yang - Still got that princess plan huh Osiria?

Weiss - Weiss. You know my real names hard to say

Yang - Then people should learn to say it ............

[Ruby sits in a corner ,brushing her hair when she is confronted by an obvious faunus]

Ruby - What do YOU want

Blake - Dia Schnee, adopted daughter of the Schnee Family 

Ruby - And ? 

Blake - Known for their questionable business practices and even more questionable treatment of their faunus workers

Ruby- I repeat “And” 

Blake - [frowns] Do you not care what your family has done 

Ruby - For one, I’m 15. And as you guessed, I’m not blood, so as much as I’d like to lead the SDC from such barbaric practices, I’m afraid I’ll never get the chance 

[Blake frowns as Ruby gets up]

Ruby - I’ve done all I can do to make sure the next head of the family does right by the world [hand brushes against eye] At personal cost . So just lay OFF 

[Ruby plops down and continues as the faunus leaves, with more to think about]

.............

Yang - Hi, I’m Ya....

Ruby - Give it back 

Yang - Give what back ?

Ruby - The sign 

Yang - ???

Ruby - The sign that I must have given you to make you think you could speak to me

[Yang slugs Ruby]

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Writing Requests are OPEN

Switched at Birth- White Rose edition 2

#rwby #white rose! switched at birth au #ruby rose #weiss schnee #melon skits #Anonymous

[grimmsnroses]

Will ruby fuck this Weiss, show her that her little prick is useless?

“I have, a few times at least, but I found it’s a lot more fun to just simply toy with her body and made it impossible for her to cum with being torture.”

For more context, ever since she had captured the Futa!Weiss from one of the many worlds she visited. She had gotten a sadistic glee of teasing and sexually torturing the petite girl anyway she could. Toying and stimulating the girl’s ass relentlessly while at the same time, edging the poor girl with vibrators strapped around her cock and balls, and even shoving a sounding sex toy into her urethra. Basically, anything that made it impossible to feel normal pleasure anymore. And boy, did she love the results.

Though Weiss, at first, had been completely resistant; understandable so, as she had been subjected to agonizing pain. That agony soon turned to ecstasy, and the Rose Mistress saw the cracks appearing the futanari’s visage. Her mind quickly succumbing to the bliss of being a sexual slave for her alternate leader’s dominance. The same look Ruby’s own Weiss gave her when she finally broke before her. Heh, different timeline, same old Schnee as it would seem. By the time she had finished with Weiss, the girl had been so messed up, she couldn’t even grow erect anymore without having something inside of her. Whether it was her New Mistress’ mighty cock, or a fat huge dildo pumping itself in and out of her ass. Or even a cock cage squeezing down, pleasure would never be the same for the Schnee Heiress. And to both her and Ruby. 

Neither would have it any other way. 

#RWBY Smut #Ruby Rose #Weiss Schnee

[arc-misadventures]

good night, so I'm falling asleep right now, so I'll just leave this: "Dreams are the torment of the torn soul, not because of the hope of a better tomorrow, but because of the regret of a cozy past"

You’ve got too many asks in my Inbox. Gotta fix that!

You’ll probably dump a few more after I get ride of a few however…

Again…

Regrets Of A Past No More

“All hail the Hero of Remnant: Jaune Arc!”

They cheered, and hollered in joy as I simply walk towards the King, and his family upon their thrones high above all upon a pedestal of their own design. One that clearly states, ‘That all of you, are beneath me the king.’

Typical…

As I neared the steps of the throne, I kneeled before the man who called himself a king. A simple man by the name of, Jacques Schnee, King of Atlas, and Mantle. A king in name only; a king not by blood, nor sacrifice, but by money, and marriage. None of the makings of a good king.

So long as he lived, this kingdom was doomed to die with him. Such is the way of weak kings.

“Lords, and Ladies of the Atlasian Empire, I present to you the Hero of Remnant! A man who has saved us all from the emergence of the Grimm Queen!”

Now they will cheer, they always cheered at such simple words. It was no doubt that the king made a deliberate pause there because he knew how to gain control of the crowd. Then again, everyone found these shows powerful, awe inspiring, and enthralling to witness. Bar the one who had seen it time, and time again that was…

Vacuo, Minstral, Vale, Menagerie, and now Atlas; five kings with different faces, different voice’s, and same speeches every single time… Every damn time…

“Now, in thanks of his service to our great nation, we will be bestowing him a reward fitting of his efforts to save us, nay the world! For that is the only right thing to do for such a noble action. Is it not?!”

Now the nobles would cheer their cries of agreement, for what else were they to do? What else can they do?

“Don’t you agree so, Noble Hero?”

Silence was my only choice here, if I were to raise my voice in response I would be caught in some sort of trap his majesty was preparing for me. There was always a trap hidden in their words, and the trinkets they gave out; Land, wealth, sacred artifacts of the kingdom, there was a price to their generosity. What kind of price would I be forced to pay was the question.

“Ah-ha. Such respect the Hero has; Seeking permission before he speaks. How noble of you. Please, arise Sir Arc, and speak your mind.”

I stood to face him. His voice betraying the slight annoyance he had with me. I stared at the visage of an old man, nothing about him screamed royalty. A greedy man, yes, but a king? No, no not at all.

“If you believe it so your grace.”

A simple retort, no questions, no inclinations of desire, just simply stating a matter of fact as it were. One that annoyed him nonetheless, if the small twitch of his eyebrow displayed any sign of hidden emotions. The king was not a master in the art of hiding ones emotions before a crowd. Her majesty the Queen, Willow Schnee, one of true noble blood face was like a statue at all times, if it were not for the fact he stood so close to them, he would have never seen that subtle curve of her lips at my small jest at her husband. Perhaps things were not as well among the royal house as one was lead to believe.

Then again, are arranged marriages ever that well when all that is truly being married was power between two families?

“Well, for your heroic acts upon the battlefields that you have displayed in the defence of our great nation, and the countless lives you have saved in the process, I have found that there is only one gift worthy of such an act; The hand of my daughter, the Crown Princess, Weiss Schnee, in holy matrimony.”

My eyes widened for the briefest of moments, shock clearly displayed upon them as I looked to the king, and his joyful smile. My eyes wandered to the crown princess, Weiss Schnee to gaze upon her. She looked to her father with a shocked, and bewilderment expression. No doubt holding this a secret from her as to ensure that she would be forced to accept such an arrangement in front of the whole kingdom. However, the shocked expression across her face soon turned to one of joy, and dare say hope.

Despite how she may look, the Princess was a fighter, a warrior, and not some damsel in need of rescue. The Hero, and The Snow Angel, as they had called us, we spent much time fighting alongside one another on my journeys. So a bound of friendship, and trust was made. But, evidently to me, there was more than just a desire of friendship in her eyes.

“So, noble Hero, will you accept my daughters hand in marriage?”

He was offering more than his daughter, he was offering me the kingdom as well. The entire Kingdom of Atlas. For if I married, Weiss Schnee, I would become a king, a king none would dare face. A hero who would be king!

I gazed upon the Princess once more, before my head turned to stare through a window at the majestic snow capped lands of, Atlas. I stared at the land before me, drinking in its beauty, and the wealth of the people, and land before me. And, I made my decision then, and there.

“Your majesty, King Jacques Schnee, I humbly… refuse… I-I refuse.”

Cries of shock, and alarm echoed around me. The king’s expression broke, and a wild perplexed expression crossed across his face. Anger seemed to briefly flair before his face. He was no doubt a man used to getting his way, for a man to reject the world offered to him on a silver platter so easily, well, I doubt he expected, nor liked such an outcome.

But, he wanted me to marry into his family for the power I would bring to him. Not as a reward for my service to his kingdom. No, I was to be a pawn in whatever game he wished to play with me in. A sword to weld against his foes. A bargaining chip, and nothing more than that. So that was the price he wanted me to pay.

“W-Why do you say such things, Noble Hero? Isn’t my daughter not the right one for a being such as yourself?”

Was, May Zedong, Princess of Vacuo, the right one for him?

Was, Blake Belladonna, Princess of Menagerie, the right one for him?

Was, Ruby Rose, Princess of Vale, the right one for him?

Was, Pyrrha Nikos, Princess of Mistral, the right one for him?

Was, Weiss Schnee, Princess of Atlas, the right one for him?

Five Kingdoms, five princess, five choices, and no difference between them; Which one was right for him?

Atlas is a beautiful land, a land of good, and noble people. But, I never dreamed of a land of ice, and snow. I dreamed of a land, not a kingdom of lush, and fertile land, ripe for the harvest. I did not a dream of a castle, its walls high, and carved from stone, and surrounded by iron. I dreamt of a small manor, a plot of farm land besides it. The simple life I once had before I was declared a Hero.

And, as for Weiss… I stared upon her heart broken face as she fought to reign in the tears in her eyes. Her eyes blue as ice, and hair as white as snow. Skin as pale as white fur, and with the grace of a swan. She was a beautiful woman unlike any other I had seen, I could not dare deny it. But, as a wife? I could not see it, I could only see her.

i dream of a love that will not be. Of a love I had long since long lost. A dream of a past long since dead. But, one I desired above all else…

One that I will never again live…

“I have met each, and every, King, and Queen of the world your grace. Each of offered me, wealth, money, and their daughters as rewards for my efforts. And, I have denied them all. The right one for me your grace is…”

The words died in my throat, I couldn’t say them, and I wouldn’t say them to him, much less anyone for that matter. My head just hung low as dark thoughts swirled in my mind.

“Jaune…?”

A single voice broke me from my thoughts, one filled with despair, and a question upon her lips, and upon heart. One I could only smile weakly at.

“Find someone better than me, Weiss… Some one whole who can make you as happy as you deserve. Someone better…”

The king cried out to me as I turned to walk away. He would offer me something else, but I had no desire for anything he had to offer. Even if offered the crown open his head this instant I would throw it to the wayside, abandoning it to the passage of time.

All I wanted was to go home, and live out what remained of that broken dream of a simpler, better life…

#rwby #jaune arc #blake belladonna #pyrrha nikos #weiss schnee #ruby rose #may zedong #jacques schnee #willow schnee

[alexadru]

After a concert in Atlas

Jaune could admit that he had never heard Weiss sing live before. He had heard and seen recordings of her performance, but having the incredibly talented girl express herself in front of him, in front of an entire crowd, it was an experience beyond anything he had ever imagined.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t bring himself to feel too happy for his friend, not while knowing that she wasn’t doing this because she wanted. The concert was nothing more than a charity event, a deal struck between Weiss and her father that allowed him and the rest of their group to reside at the Schnee manor. Convincing General Ironwood to follow through with Ozpin’s original plan had been more complicated than anyone expected, enforced by the fact that he wished to speak with the old wizard face to face. But Ozpin had yet to reemerge from the depths of Oscar’s mind. All they could do now was to wait.

And the more they waited, the more of these concerts Weiss had to hold for the high people of Atlas. She had to, otherwise she and everyone else would have to find other accommodations. Weiss dreaded to return back to her home, but she did it for their sake. For their sake she had to meet her father again, Jacques Schnee, a man Jaune was sure he would never grow to like or even tolerate. She had argued with him, he had threatened to take her away for good and, luckily for everyone, Winter intervened as a mediator between them, saving everyone from an altercation that would have inevitably occurred. For the time being, they had this arrangement, but how long it would last. No one knew.

The last song just ended and Jaune clapped with everyone else, but his heart hurt when he saw Weiss with her head down on the scene. A sad look permeated her beautiful visage as her eyes avoided looking back at anyone in the room. Her body language screamed that she didn’t want to be there, but she could do nothing at the moment. She complied helplessly. 

Jaune got up from his seat and exited the area, following the rest of the guests. Businessmen, officials, people who generally held a high position within the kingdom. People he coul never hold a conversation with. He eventually arrived in a large, open room and as soon as he saw his friends gathered in front of a table, the boy joined them immediately. 

Jaune: “Hey. Concert was pretty great, right?”  

Ruby: “It was awesome! I mean, we heard Weiss sing a couple of times since we arrived in Atlas, but it was still amazing. She didn’t sing at all at Beacon and I really had no idea she was this good.”

Yang: “I’ll say. Weiss can really sing. If I didn’t know how rough she’s had it, then I would have asked why she decided to leave all of this to become a Huntress.”

Jaune: “Weiss has an amazing voice. I kind of knew, but hearing her sing live...”

Yang: “Blows you away, doesn’t it?”

Jaune: “Yeah.” He smiled sadly. “I just wish she didn’t have to do this against her will.” Everyone shared his sentiment.

Ruby: “Her father sucks.” 

Yang: “Ruby!”

Ruby: “He does! What kind of parent forces his child to be unhappy?”

Blake: “Jacques Schnee, apparently.” Said without any reserve. “Hopefully, Weiss won’t have to do this for much longer.”

Yang: “Speaking of our star girl, where is Weiss anyway? She’d usually be here by now.”

That was true. Usually, after her concert would end, Weiss would join them, looking more exhausted than ever. They would linger about for as long as she was required to stay, before leaving as fast as possible. Just the fact that she was back in Atlas was sapping at her strength and everyone did their best to help her cope and deal with the situation. It was disheartening to see the normally proud and determined girl so defeated, but the way she smiled at their support was heartwarming. 

Nora: “There she is!”

Indeed, there she was. Clad in a stunning white dress that hugged her figure like a second layer of skin, Weiss looked absolutely breath taking. No one could deny that she was an incredibly beautiful girl. She was the picture of elegance... only, not so much this time. 

Their friend was approaching them, but the way she walked, the way her body swayed from one leg to another, one would think she had never walked on stills before. But this was Weiss, she always wore combat heels. Clearly, something else had affected her. Everyone then noticed that she had a rather large glass in one hand, filled with a clear liquid. Could it have been...?

Once the former heiress found them, she smiled a large and bright un-Weiss smile and hurried to them.

Weiss: “Hello, friends. I hope you enjoyed another splendid concert by yours truly.”

No one knew how to react.

Ruby: “It was awesome, Weiss!”

Weiss: “Thank you! I hated every moment of it.” Weiss smiled brightly. 

Ruby’s smile froze. What a splendid conversation, everyone was speechless again.

Blake: “Weiss, have you... have you been drinking?”

Weiss: “Of course not. After I was done with my singing, I felt really upset and also a bit thirsty. But I really wanted not to think of... well, anything. So I asked a butler to fetch me a drink to help clear my thoughts. He brought me something and now I feel much better.” The smile never left her face.

Yep, if she had alcohol, that would explain her current disposition.

Nora: “Well, you’re sure more upbeat than I’ve ever seen you.”

Weiss smiled back at the girl, a light blush coloring her cheeks. As she made to take another step, she tripped on her own feet and made to fall. However, before her body could meet the floor, she was caught by two arms. Being right next to her, Jaune reacted immediately, by grabbing her before she could injure herself. Weiss steadied herself in his hold, her hands finding and resting on his chest for extra support. 

Jaune: “Are you alright?” He saw her head look up in his direction, expression brightening as she saw who it was.  

Weiss: “Oh, Jaune! You’re also here. That’s wonderful!”

Jaune: “Yeah, I’m here too.” He chuckled nervously. “Watched the whole concert.” He had been next to her, but she didn’t seem to register that when she joined them. Well, that wasn’t too surprising given how they didn’t talk much in the past, though they have gotten a bit closer recently.

Once Jaune was sure that she could stand on her own, he intended to give her some space, but it seemed that Weiss had other plans as she had, in response, snaked her own arms around his torso. Their bodies were brought closer with her lithe form pressing against him, making him take a step back in surprise. Her chin rested on his chest as her head was turned upwards so that she was facing him.

Weiss: “So, did you enjoy hearing me sing?” 

Jaune: “O-of course. You were great.”

This was an unusual situation. Jaune had no idea how to handle this. It wasn’t everyday that he found himself held so tight by Weiss Schnee. He also had never seen her look at him with such... ardor. The boy turned to look away, finding himself unable to look back, lest he wished for his body to grow uncomfortable. His cheeks already felt hot. 

Perhaps one of his friends could help him. Like Ren, his brother.

Ren: “He had once told me that he loved your voice.”

Or not.

Weiss: “Oh! Then maybe I should sing some more. Just for you. What do you say, Jaune?” The girl looked at him with those gorgeous, ice blue eyes of hers.

Jaune: “I...” This was almost like a torture for him. Having her this close. “I think there’s been enough excitement for one night.” 

Weiss looked as if she had something to say.

Ruby: “I agree! Weiss, I think you should, uhh, retire for the night.” Ruby told in a slow and steady voice, hoping that her partner wouldn’t react negatively to the suggestion. Thankfully, she hadn’t. 

Weiss: “Really?” Her eyes lip up considerably. “You’re the best, Ruby!” Weiss looked back at the boy again. “Would you mind escorting me to my room, Jaune?”

J: “I...uhh...” 

Weiss: “Please?” She squeezed him a bit tighter. 

Ruby: “He will.” Jaune’s head turned sharply in her direction and looked at her with wide eyes. Ruby nodded at him, asking him to do it. “We’ll stick here for a while longer. That way your father won’t think that you left early and won’t ask any questions. And if he does... we’ll think of something to tell him.” Hopefully...

Weiss: “Okay!” Weiss released the blonde from her hold and instead leaned against him from the side, with her head resting on his shoulder and her left hand finding its way around his waist. “Shall we?” Weiss looked up at him expectantly. She was still giving him *that* look.

Jaune: “S-sure.” Reluctantly, his right arm went around her form, the hand gently touching her bare shoulder, almost afraid that she would break from the contact. The girl giggled and tightened her hold again. Jaune slowly started to guide her to their destination, trying not to think too much about their bodies being pressed so close. 

As their friends watched them leave, 5 pair of eyes were unsure what to think of what had just transpired.

Yang: “Wow...”

Ruby: “I didn’t think she’d ever get drunk like that. Not with her mother being how she is because of her alcoholism.”

Nora: “Maybe she snapped?”

Ren: “It does appear that the stress has gotten to her. At least she’s safe.”

Ruby: “Yeah. Jaune will make sure she gets home safe and have her get some rest.”

Yang: “Well, better not leave this go to waste.” Somewhere along the line, Yang had caught the glass that had been in Weiss’ hand and now brought it to her lips.

Blake: “Really, Yang?”

Yang: “Hey, this is expensive stuff. Besides, it’s not like I’ve had anything before. One glass is not enough to...” She stopped as she took a sip and looked at the glass with wide eyes. “...the hell? This is water.”

Ruby: “What? Then why was Weiss acting so... not Weiss?”

Yang: “You don’t think...?”

Blake: “She did it on purpose? Maybe Weiss really didn’t want to stay here anymore.” Not that anyone could blame her.

Yang: “So she pretended to be drunk to convince us that she needed to go back to her room and have Jaune take her there by himself? Haha, that devious little minx!” The blonde now had a wide grin on her face.

Blake: “What are you saying?”

Yang: “I’m saying that this had been her plan all along. She gets to leave this place early and also gets to spend some time alone with Jaune. In her room, no less. Hah, I knew she has a crush on him now. That’s two in one shot. I’m so proud of her.” Yang fake cried tears of joy in front of everyone.

The gang turned and looked in the direction where their two friends have left, wondering what new developments their time in Atlas would bring. 

#rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #Blake Belladonna #ruby rose #lie ren #nora valkyrie #jaune x weiss #jaune arc x weiss schnee #rwby jaune x weiss #rwby jaune arc x weiss schnee #white knight #rwby white knight #rwby whiteknight #rwby white-knight #rwby yellow snow #rwby yellowsnow

[yoshimickster]

Rwby Volume 7 Episode 1 “The Greatest Kingdom”-MICKSTERECAP

Wiggity what, what’s that, its the Micksterecap, wiggity what, what’s that, ITS THE MICKSTERECAP!

HEY everybody,  how y’all been? I’ve been good, working a lot, the usual. For anyone who doesn’t know,all Micksterecaps will be aired a WEEK after they air on Rooster Teeth and Vrv to avoid spoilers, and so I don’t have to tag as spoiler as HEY HEY I don’t get as many notes logically. With that-CLICK THAT READ MORE BUTTON AND LET’S LOOK AT SOME SHIPS!

HELL YEAH-aircrafts!

0:41 We then see the first shot of Team RWBYQOMJNR looking ALL sorts of terse about flying into the the occupied as ALL HELL kingdom of Atlas.

Weiss: I’ve never seen our forces deployed so aggressively before.

Ruby: What about at the Vytal festival? Bunch of ships there.

Weiss: Trust me, that was SLIGHTLY less aggressive than how aggressively they’re deployed here, its like coke and pepsi, a SLIGHT differentiation. 

The crew then decide to go seek out Winter(the only Schnee besides Weiss still worth a damn) and then get distance from the fleet and THEN WE SEE-

1:31 -one HELL of a cityscape, man I’d love to Batman that shit in a video game, just grapplin’ around like a fool, it’d be SWEET. We ALSO see-

1:54 -JAMES VIA BROADCAST-in all his bearded glory, a beard that I REALLY  hope he doesn’t shave off dramatically to signify that he’s getting better or some shit because DAMMIT-beards are not a symbol of depression their just awesome facial hair! You know what movie I’m talking about.

The crew then get told by the radio-lady that they gotta dock their ship, but its okay because Weiss says her sister will TOTALLY let them sneak in-

2:57 Winter: -failure to cooperate with Atlas military personnel is a punishable offense. 

Aw man, I wanted to see Winter and have her conspire to murder her and Weiss’s terrible dad. *SIGH* Maybe next episode.

Maria then decides to take them to a totally not important person with relevance to previous characters, docking their ship, and then meeting some of the local flavor of Mantle including:

3:57 Loose exposition about the current political state that wasn’t lazily explained by a main cast member(for ONCE)-

Antles Joe, preparing to play his Banjo-

-random graffiti that the show focuses on for NO foreshadowing reason, none at all so stop talking about it-

-A camera drone whose JUST two weeks from retirement.

Yang: GAH-my visage, it has been stolen!

Yang: YEET!

*SMASH*

Yang: OOH. Maybe we should pick up the pace?

Ruby: Maybe YOU shouldn’t kick surveillance drones!

Weiss: For real, that shit gets uploaded to the cloud IMMEDIATELY.

Yang: I DON’T LIKE SUPRISE PHOTOS OKAY?!

The group then continues their leasurely stroll and see NOTHING that bums them out about the city they’re i-

-ooooooooooh right, exploited Faunus workers...’dat not good.

After Blake makes a light comment about the crappyness of the city, they are THEN verbally acosted by-

-DRUNK GORDON FREEMAN! Man, the wait for the final Half-Life game is messing him up to huh?

Seriously, TELL ME this dude don’t look like Gordon’s shitburg little brother, its un-CANNY!

Blake being the nice young lady she is apologizes for insulting his hometown, and then Drunk Gordon fucks up in the worst way possible.

*PTOOIE*

Anytime a character spits after someone talks, you KNOW their gonna start shit.

Gordon: Shtupid faunus like you, wouldn’t understand-

It was at this point Drunk Gordon realized, he fucked up.

Weiss: Ain’t NOBODY shit-talk my girlfriend’s girlfriend.

After giving a drunk racist what for, the group then go to-

6:00 THE HEALING STATION-to replenish the HP and MP! I just hope it works Toad House rules where you don’t gotta pay, at least until the NEXT game where you pay for replenishing, which I GUESS was okay given you can earn more coins but BLEH.

Its here where we meet-

-PIETRO-absentminded genius of Atlas, and adjuster of Maria’s cybereyes and that is all he is, stop asking if he’s related to someone important SO THERE!

Pietro then gives them the straight shit telling them that after the fall of Beacon, James got SUPER paranoid given that whoever hacked Atlas’s codes was either a genius...or one of their own. And I just can’t even IMAGINE who it could be-Watts, its gonna be Dr.Watts, the trailer pretty much proved it.

Its at this point, where Pietro FINALLY realizes that he’s talking to Team RWBY, and given his absentmindedness he’s the ONLY  person I’ll allow for not recognizing said celebrities right away. And when Yang tries asking  him about Mantle he goes all-

Pietro:...you PAINTED it...and added bad ass scratch marks!

Yang: Well the scratch marks were an accident, but I’m not sure why you’d care abou-HOOBAZAWAH?!

The team is surprised he knows them(for some reason despite celebrity status) due to his daughter telling him about them, said daughter baring...NO meaning...to...the plot(KEEP IT TOGETHER MICK). Right before Rubalubes asks about his daughter-RANDOM GRIMM ENCOUNTER TIME-to which EVERYONE is fully armed fo-

10:07 Blake: DAMMIT-my blade is still symbolically broken, guess its bullets only.

And then Team RWBYQOMJNR just kics EVERY Grimm’s ass, Ren goes that way, Ruby goes the other, just a BILLION awesome attacks I’m not even gonna BOTHER clipping because this is just a still recap blog post and their all really fast and the next episode is 20 minutes after I’m finishing this so don’t call me lazy.

HOWEVER-I will show ONE awesome clip, LASER TIME BABY!

11:45 NICE cuh-leeeeeeeeeeeeeean cut!

Then lasers here, lasers there, LASERS EVERYWHERE! WHO-is the bad ass laser lady? Like I EVEN need to FUCKING say it!

12:15 Ruby:...Penny?!

Jaune: Oh so YOUR almost-girlfriend gets to come back to life, that’s fair.

SHE’S ALIVE MOTHER FUCKERS! Brought back to life by sacrificing a Maximal protoform, ALSO giving her flight capabilities! And yes I’m comparing Penny to Optimus and you can’t stop me.

And the next scene is JUST adorable.

Penny: Sal-

Ruby:...huh?

Penny: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

Ruby:(...OH SHIT-)

Penny: -TATIONS!

*PFFT* Paused at the RIGHT moment yo!

Ruby: AAAAAAAAAAAAH-INCOMING GIRLFRIEND!

Ruby: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

Precious.

13:04 Pietro(who is also her dad if you weren’t paying attention) than reveals that after the fall of Beacon, they were able to recover her Spark Chamber, I MEAN Core from the arena and fixed her RIGHT up! Even gave her flight abilities that look NOTHING like in the manga, but that’s loose canon at best so whatevs.

After Penny flies off to fight the rest of the Grimm, Nora then channels the ENTIRE Rwby fandom in one sentence:

13:46 Nora: I can’t tell if I completely understand what is going on, or have like a MILLION questions!

After that craziness, the team then follows Professor Polendina to his house where nothing else bad happe-

SHIT-anime streaks, BRACE FOR IMPACT!

14:15

DAMN-critical Dexterity fail all around.

Close it out with the team being arrested for saving the day because television, and that’s EP ONE yo! Really fun, glad Penny’s back, and can’t wait to see Ironwood either apologize or shittalk the team for doing their jobs because as said, TELEVISION! EITHER WEITHER-see you next week on MICKSTERECAP!

#rwby #rooster teeth #roosterteeth #rwby volume 7 #the greatest kingdom #ruby rose #weiss schnee #winter schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #qrow branwen #maria calavera #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #lie ren #oscar pine #james ironwood #pietro polendina #penny polendina #yoshimickster #micksterecap

[black-feather-rain]

Dreams to Dream

Her eyes were looking down at the man before her, he and his army beaten and humiliated by a number of raiders and bandits, and the Queen was now standing over him with, looking down through her mask with glowing red eyes and a sense of Triumph...

“Heh, disappointing...I had expected better from that song and dance you fed me earlier...But, now I think it time we make an example of you, prepare yourself to meet your Gods with honor, coward..” She raises her sword with both hands at an executioner stance...

~Dreams to Dream in the dark of the night..~

There was a loud gasp from Raven and she stood there frozen, only to lower her sword, and remove her mask, much to the confusion of her people..

That voice...Where was it coming from? She had to find it. Her swords are sheathed and she starts walking away, seeking the source..

“Ch-Chief?” Azure would ask, watching the woman walking away, the many sounds of voices asking what was wrong with Raven as she just so suddenly wandered off..

~When the world goes wrong...I can still make it right. I can see....So far in my dreams. I’ll follow my dreams, until they come true...~

Impossible, this is all she can think after minutes of searching..Only to find the voice she was seeking, in the the old map room...

“Come with me...You will see what I mean. There’s a world inside--No one else ever sees...You will go-So far in my dreams. Somewhere in my dreams. Your dreams will come true..”

That Schnee she had captured? She was the one singing? That voice was something Raven had not heard in a long time. Not since her younger years had she heard a voice like this. And she found she was enchanted. Whatever dark and brutal visage she had painted on herself, now melted away in the presence of a beautiful voice...She stood there frozen as she watched the girl cleaning the old maps, singing to herself, as if not a care in the world, despite the shackles on her wrists, ankles and neck...

“There is a star! Waiting to guide us. Shining inside us---WHEN WE CLOSE OUR EYES!”

Tears began to run down Raven’s cheeks as she made her way over to the girl, a smile along her face, unable to pull herself away. And as Weiss began to dance, so into her own song that she didn’t even notice herself taking Raven’s hands and dancing with the Raider Queen. Whom was spellbound...

“Don’t let go! If you stay close to me...In my dreams tonight...You will see what I mean, dreams to dream. As near as can be...Inside you and me...They always come.....Truuuuuuuuue...”

~click click click~

Weiss was only pulled from her dream and brought back, to the sounds of metal unlatching and falling to the floor, all the shackles that bound her had been removed, and she turned her head to look into those red eyes....Red eyes now shimmering with tears and a smile on Raven’s face. “Y-You’re...Freeing me? I don’t understand..”

Weiss sounded confused and looked even more so..

“I take value in treasures. And there is nothing like hoarding treasures to oneself....But, not even I can keep such a treasure as your voice locked away. It’s something that should be shared with the world. As crazy as it may seem...Yes, I am freeing you.” The Bandit Queen reached up running her finger along her eyes and wiping away her tears. Not in long time as she been moved...Music tames the savage beast, but it tames the savages as well...

“I don’t know where you are off too, but...You best not delay. Take some water, rations, and that map over there, which will lead you safely out of the exile lands.” She was honest and genuine in this moment...

A smile crept slowly along the Heiress’ face, and all she could do was jump at Raven and wrap arms tightly around her. “Thank you...Thank you so much..” She whispered, before pulling free and making her leave, she had to hurry.

“Hurry little Schnee....Find those dreams...” She whispers this while watching the girl leave through the back, supplies and map in hands...

#♛|Void Walking|♛ #Remember...If you can bring a Villainous Character to tears with your voice #then you are a powerful character yourself #Just a little drabble to flush out some humanity from my Raven #If you recall..She loves poetry #which means she loves the arts...and singing is an form of art to some