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#rwby#ruby rose#weiss schnee#blake belladonna#yang xiao long#like??? Rubys hair is so fucking cute what the hell#Weiss with that shawl#THE BLACK NECKLACE AND GOLD ARM CUFFS#I'm gonna be SICK#They took this from us#personal
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tw // self harm mention + scars
WOOHOOO THEYRE FINALLY DONE!! team rwby are here and real after nearly 23 hours spent on them in total 😵💫
^ versions without the text&arrows
vvv hc transcript + hcs not mentioned vvv:
Ruby
She/they/crescent
5’4
Genderfluid
Butch Lesbian
AuDHD + PTSD
goggles: ‘Goggles to protect remaining eye (+they make crescent look cool as hell)
right eye: ‘Eye scratched out by Cinder’s grimm arm’
green hairband: ‘For Penny :(‘
nose: ‘Shares nose shape, skin tone & freckles with their Dad & Yang’
upper chest: ‘scars on chest from CC’s attempted possession’
chest 1: ‘Yang bought their binder & had it customised for her (+ Blake)’
chest 2: ‘Binds their chest most of the time except from when she’s in Vacuo. Then they borrow trans tape from Blake and bind with that instead’
sash: ‘CR hooks onto the back of sash and sits diagonally across crescent’s back’
shirt and shorts: ‘Stole one of Yang’s goofy shirts & cut his cargos into shorts’
Weiss
She/her
4’11 (5’2 w/ heels)
Transfem lesbian
Asexual
OCD + PTSD
hair: ‘Hair cut shorter & she wears it down more often’
green hair tie: ‘For Penny :,)’
nose: ‘Shares nose shape with her brother + got her beauty mark from her mother who has one in the same place (TO ME!!)’
face: ‘On E’
red bandana: ‘gift from Ruby :)’
right arm: ‘Heavily scarred arms from SH & fighting grimm’
left eye: ‘Blind in this eye’
left shoulder: ‘Wears shawl to protect shoulders from the sun (burns easily)’
right side: ‘Chest scar carries over to her back & she has no feeling in the skin there — the nerves were burned away and caused permanent damage’ then off that ‘Doesn’t cope well in hot climates (Vacuo) too well because of this’
myrtenaster: ‘Has a strict routine she keeps with maintaining Myrtenaster and if she doesn’t do it, it’ll send her into a spiral’
Blake
She/they
5’7
Non-binary bisexual
Autistic + PTSD
ears: ‘Gold jewellery like her mum’s’
right eye: ‘Eyes shine in the dark due to faunus night vision’
left eye: ‘More prominent faunus facial features (slit pupils, fangs, nose, etc.)
hood: ‘Hood has cat ear shaped pockets that unzip so she can choose whether to have her ears out or covered’
chest: ‘wearing trans tape under crop top’
left bicep: ‘Has big, strong arm & shoulder muscles from throwing Yang around with Gambol, but a softer tummy cause she’s healing from all the bad habits they picked up in the WF’
orange scarf: ‘Wears orange scarf to mirror where Yang’s arm ends and where metal begins’
tummy: ‘happy trail and STRETCH MARKS!!!”
shoulder+elbow: ‘More furry like their Dad’
forearm: ‘Scars from WF training, SH & grimm’
waist straps: ‘Yang uses these to pull her in for a kiss all the time :)’
chaps: ‘chaps + cowboy boots = sapphic devastation’
tummy scar: ‘The scar on her hip is the only one that still looks fairly gruesome, and the only one that burns and stings even long after the initial injury is healed. She thinks it’s because technically she was stabbed there twice, even if the second time she managed to use her semblance to get away.’
Yang
She/he
6’0
Butch lesbian
AuDHD + PTSD
nose: ‘Got his nose scar while fighting a jabber walker’
eye: ‘Eyes have specs of crimson in them even when his semblance isn’t active’
ear: ‘Shares skin tone, nose and hair with his dad’
facial hair: ‘On T’
left bicep: wears scarf on left bicep to mirror Blake’
arm,legs,tummy,chest: ‘HAIRY!!! :D’
leg: ‘Heavily scarred from SH, grimm and bar fights’
shorts: ‘Can sew and likes to decorate his trousers/shorts with patches & pins. He also likes to sew things for his team (he’s the reason they all have the team colours somewhere on their outfits)’
chest 1: ‘Scar across chest from Neo’s blade’
chest 2: ‘Got top surgery at some point in Vacuo (he likes to joke around and say that her semblance blew his tits off).
HCS NOT PUT HERE (i forgor):
Ruby:
•takes tips and advice from Yang on how to dress but mainly just throws clothes on and hopes for the best. she hasn’t quite got the hang of things looking… cohesive… yet.
•strong arms from swinging CR around.
Weiss:
•Was quite slender, but began gaining a bit of weight once she got back to Remnant. Starting to heal :,).
Blake:
•has chronic pain that stems from her tummy scar and radiates up her spine. Overworking, stress & the cold cause most flare-ups.
Yang:
•has a collection of goofy shirts (That ruby always steals from).
•has weapons hidden in her prosthetic arm in case he’s ever out of dust or in a bind.
•still experiences phantom pain in his stump and pain from some of the scars he’s acquired over the course of the war.
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Weiss constantly surrounding herself with Ruby’s cloak or things when they’re apart is still so peak ngl. Does Ruby ever do the same with Weiss’ things if she’s away I wonder? Like wearing her little shawl thing lol
I like an idea Ruby wearing Weiss's scarf
Especially after one v tuber Ruby video
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Well. Here is White Knight for my House Husband AU
Weiss Schnee was a lot of things, a proud woman. A successful buisness woman, a woman who isn't afraid to do what is needed for her family. But more importantly at this moment, she is very stressed.
Weiss was working on and off the clock, being a CEO gave her very little time to be out of the office, or away from her work duties. She would continually find herself debating on drinking herself into a coma, but would remember her ground. Her very thing she would come home to.
Jaune: "Snow flake, are you okay?" The woman turned to her left, seeing Jaune standing there, an endearing hand on her shoulder with a look of worry on his face.
Weiss: "I'm doing good now." She grabbed his large but soft hand, placing her cheek into it. You see Weiss would never show PDA, but at home, it was a different story. It was like a puppy seeing their human after so long. "How was your day my love."
Jaune leans down and kisses her forehead. Slowly stroking her cheek, feeling the frustration his wife held dissipate.
Jaune: "Better. Now that I see you're okay." He pulled out a small bag, it looked like a lunch box with a pastel blue ribbon tied and a blue heart on the front. "I brought you lunch, remember you need food. Especially since stress isn't good for you, or our little blessing." He moves his hand to her belly, slowly rubbing it, feeling their child move slightly. "Now promise me, you'll call it after your 7th hour, if not I'll have to drag you out again." He said with a endearing but stern nature.
Weiss giggled a little, but was blushing slightly.
Weiss: "I promise, I'll be done by my 7th. Is there a way you could make my favorite tonight?"
Jaune: "Of course." He leans in and kisses her. "I'll have it ready for you." Weiss released a sigh, she truly did feel st ease whenever he came to drop off her lunch, or anything for that matter.
As the day went through, Weiss was clearing her to do list at a rapid pace, the sole thought in her mind being 'I will get home to my beloved!' As the 7th hour approached, she had her final meeting. Unfortunately for her, it was either a client that she wasn't particularly fond of. Her name was Sahara Doughtry. A cutthroat upper in the Atlas community, now Weiss wasn't too worried about dealing with her directly, its Sahara trying to matchmake Weiss to her son, Merick Doughtry, now Merick was by no means a bad person. In fact the Merick had grown attached to Jaune as a best friend, the issue there in lies that Merick is well, he's a fan of the man. Merick has a boyfriend that he has kept secret from his mother, being that she is in other words, a bitch.
Weiss put on a fake smile, knowing it will take a good amount if effort to hold it together.
Weiss: "Okay Weiss, you got this, just remember, Merick is a sweet heart, she is just a cad of a woman." She opens the meeting call and see Sahara sitting there at her desk, wearing a gaudy dress and shawl that does her wrinkles no justice. What once was dirty blonde hair, was a beautifully strawberry blonde, was now a ashy gray. "Miss Doughtry, it's good to see you. I assume you have scheduled this for another proposal?"
Sahara: "Yes my dear, I feel as if it'd be in, both of our best interests if you meet with my son, after all think of the buisness we both could do together." Her voice was hoarsed from years of chain smoking and probably other bad habits, she wore a smile that would make children cry.
Weiss: "And I have told you, Time and time again, I will not leave my husband, while I adore Merick's company, I refuse to allow you to sell him off To me." Weiss wore a composed face, but on the inside she was screaming high hell. "Plus, I refuse to abandon the father of my child. " She reaches to her belly rubbing it, the action filling her with renewed vigor. "Unless you have anything else to say, than good day to you."
Before she could say anything Weiss hung up the call and let out a very deep breath.
Weis: "Calm down Weiss, Frost doesn't need you stressed." She slid her chair back and started walking to the exit.
After a quick 20 minute drive, Weiss arrived home, the home that her and Jaune built together, well mostly Jaune, Weiss supervised. She approached gate to see that Jaune is already there, opening it for her, he is wearing an apron that says 'Foxy Chef' on it. Weiss always loved the little things he did to make her laugh.
Weiss: "My, my, such a handsome Bellboy, I'm sure my husband wouldn't like you being so kind to me." She flirted with her husband.
Jaune: "Well Mrs Schnee, I assure you he would blame me got getting lost in those beautiful eyes." He leaned down and kissed her, Weiss wrapping her arms around his neck, the kiss itself turned passionate. Jaune broke off the kiss, looking into his lover's eyes. "We should go inside before the neighbors get nosey." Jaune pecked her nose and lead her inside. As Jaune gently guided her into the house, he turned his back to lock the door.
Weiss: "~Jaune." As he heard this, there was a tingling going down his spine, the voice that ended up having Weiss carry Frost. "I had a stressful day, can you make it better for me." She dragged her nails playfully onto his back, his main weak spot. When he turned around he saw what he could only describe as angelic.
Jaune looked to see the love of his life with her hair down, his favorite look of all. With quick reflexes he lifted her and made sure to be careful with her as he brought her to the bedroom.
Jaune: "I'll be sure to be your relief."
Weiss: "~Ohhh Jaune." She pecked him on the lips as his foot closed their bedroom door.
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actually im changing my mind i dont think i like these anymore. rubys is the only one that looks like something she would wear; i love the ruffles and the layers and the lace fingerless gloves. my only complaint is the ruffle across the chest and shoulders seems off but i can grow to like it i think.
but why do they insist on putting weiss in dresses that look more like nightgowns or designs that emphasize her youth and innocence with childlike cuts when she has Always been the one trying to seem more grown and mature than she is. i know this is ice queendom verse and that show loved to remind us that weiss is a dumb baby but its weird. i like the ribbon in the hair but i think it should have been red and her weird belt ribbon should be that dark blue if anything she and yang should have swapped designs tbh-- tho yangs hair is FANTASTIC and i want more of it please and thank you. and speaking of yang the actual dress isnt bad and i love the weird scarf shawl thing but i just wish it was that ugly boring brown; its giving applejack gijinka and im not a fan. either they commit to full country girl and give her some cowprint patterns and a hat and farmhouse chic or idk PUT HER IN HER YELLOW COLORS????
blakes dress is... confusing? at first glance i thought it was supposed to look like a hanbok or a kimono but the weird lace arms? the fucking mile of ribbon loosely wrapped around her-- which ties her to WEISS of all characters-- with the flowers just. tucked in there? and her bodice looks like that cheap velvet type fabric with the flower designs imposed on it, stuff i would wear to church as a six year old. idk it seems too... detailed and distracting for the one thats supposed to be more mysterious and stealthy, i think she would have slayed in a darker, more subtle number, maybe foreshadowing her proclivity for skintight clothing?
#rwde#rwby#idk if this is rwde persay but its critical so here it goes#also note im not a fashion designer but i do have eyes#and also im very into character design and how clothes and colors are supposed to speak about the character
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And we're back again with some high quality knight's and magic shit. I put my...girl?...boy? Let's go with girl for now, anyways I put Weiss through a lot, but I let her cut a fireball in half so I think we're even.
The sky was beautiful that night, not that it did much to improve Weiss’s situation, but laying on the ground like she was, watching the night sky was the only thing she could really do. Of course she had rid herself of the roots and vines already, but she simply lacked a reason to rise from the ground anymore.
Perhaps in the morning Lady Blake would return and find her still laying there, unmoving, then the knight would ask her what had happened, and Weiss would have to explain everything to her. Weiss...did not look forward to that. Maybe she should have let the roots drag her down.
No, if she did that then people would start searching for her, and if they found out what happened to her then they’d hunt down Lady Ilia.
Oh, Weiss, you fool.
Even after everything you still want to protect her.
Of course she does. Of course she wants to protect Ilia, she meant the world to Weiss, and she had picked this night to tell her so. But once again things did not go the way she planned. The worst part was that Ilia loved her back, she truly did, but that only made her resent and hate Weiss, as if she had somehow manipulated Ilia into loving her.
Weiss wanted to be angry, wanted to hate Ilia back, but she couldn’t. For all the years that her father spent trying to teach her to be as hateful as he was, all it took was a few days among people who truly cared for her, for her to learn how to love instead. Now she wished she didn’t, because no one told her that love could ruin her.
No, this was unlike her, she shouldn’t be letting something like this drive her to inaction. She picked up the broken pieces of herself and put them together long enough for her to at least have dinner and then collapse in her tent.
It took some effort to achieve this, a great part of it used simply to keep herself from thinking about how this meal was made for two, but eventually she managed to put enough food in her body that she would not starve, and began the long drag towards her tent. She did not expect to sleep much tonight, but it wouldn’t do to stay outside and become sick from the exposure.
“Weiss.”
She didn’t know when her eyes had closed or when sleep had taken her. She knew only that it was still dark outside and that someone had called her name. Or perhaps not, perhaps that had been just part of some half forgotten dream. It had felt real enough to wake her up, but now that she was awake she questioned that it even happened.
“Weiss.”
That got her to stand. She stepped out of the tent and began looking around. It still felt strange, as if she had imagined it, but it was still louder and more real than before. Was this also a dream? It was infuriating that she couldn’t quite put a finger on what was happening.
“Weiss!”
Now that was real. A terrified wail, a helpless cry. Someone needed her help. No, not someone, it was Ilia. That was her voice, calling her from within the forest. Weiss didn’t question it, she didn’t stop to think, she had to help her now. She grabbed her sword and quickly dashed for the woods without a second thought.
“Weiss! Weiss!”
Her voice continued to cry, the wind carrying it an impossible distance as Weiss followed its call. It was Ilia’s magic, she thought, she was calling the winds to carry her cries for help.
She didn’t know of the other fae in these woods.
She didn’t know they had played this trick before.
Even then would she really stop to question it? Would she really risk it when the woman she loved called for her help? No, she wouldn’t. So she ran through hidden trails, and down non-existent paths. She leaped from shadow to shadow, through roots and branches, until she reached a place humanity had never touched.
And then the sound stopped.
All sound stopped. It was as if the forest had been put under a spell, or perhaps as if Weiss had left the forest altogether, and this clearing was its own world, displaced from her own. She, unfortunately, wasn’t afforded time to question those things any further.
“Lady Weiss Schnee,” a voice greeted her from among the trees.
“It is so nice of you to grace us with your presence,” another followed.
Her hand reached for the hilt of her sword instinctively, though she did not draw it yet. Cautiously she studied the woods around her, trying to find the origin of their voices.
“You wouldn’t draw iron upon your hosts, now would you?” The first voice taunted.
“And our little sister spoke so highly of you,” added the second.
“Ilia!?” She exclaimed without thinking, “where is she? What have you done to her?”
The voices cackled, their laughs melding into each other, into a single discordant sound that echoed through the once silent woods.
“Ilia?” The first voice mocked, “I don’t recognize that name, brother.”
“Do you know who that is, sister Amitola?” The other asked.
“That’s me,” came a weak response from behind her.
Weiss quickly turned around, finding that where once was a tree, now sat the bound form of Ilia’s true self. Her arms and legs were tied, her wings had been charred and burned, and her skin glowed a depressive blue.
“Ilia!” She called, rushing to her side and releasing her as fast as she could.
“Weiss,” she replied, her white eyes now full of hurt, “please go away.”
“I’m not leaving you,” Weiss insisted.
“This is a trap, you idiot!”
As soon as her arms were freed she grabbed a hold of her savior and pulled her down, both of them rolling out of the way of a jet of flames. When Weiss managed to regain her composure she was greeted by the sight of the most terrifying creature she ever laid eyes on.
It towered over the both of them, a mass of orange and white fur, with a maw that still let out smoke. Its four eyes scanned the clearing, each pair of them moving separately from the other, before they all focused on Weiss and Ilia on the ground.
It opened its mouth and the first voice spoke, “I thought you wished to help us, sister Amitola.”
Ilia flinched at that name.
“All you had to do,” the second voice spoke through that same mouth, “was lay down and let you both die.”
Flames spilled out of the fae’s mouth and Weiss barely had time to draw her blade. Iron struck against fire, and the magic that sustained it was ripped apart, killing the flames before they could do them any harm.
“I will not let you hurt Lady Ilia any further,” Weiss declared, sword pointed at that fire breathing monstrosity.
“Look at you, so eager to die for her,” laughed the second voice.
Weiss took the offensive, jumping forward with a stab of her blade. The fae dodged aside and swiped at her, but she had already retreated to Ilia’s side. They had range on her, but she had speed and iron on her side.
“She tricked you,” taunted the first voice as they sidestepped another attack.
Stab.
“Lied to you.”
Slash.
“Betrayed you.”
She split another fireball in half, anger rising in her with every word of her assailants.
“Why risk death in her name? A name that isn’t even her own,” the voices taunted together.
“Because I love her!” She shouted, slicing forward. It was as if her own words had spurred fate to her aid as her sword finally connected, burning an arc across the fae’s arm. “And I will defend her with my life if I have to!”
She heard a gasp coming from behind her, but she could not turn to see what Ilia’s reaction had been, she could only hope it wasn’t more hurt. Meanwhile the gestalt being scurried back and growled in anger. The sound was horrifying, two voices joined together, only growing more unsettling as it morphed into laughter.
“You love her?” The voices laughed and mocked, “and you think love will save you? You think this is some sweet story of knights and princesses? You think yourself some galant hero?”
Though they cackled, Weiss stayed resolute, sword firm in her hand and gaze locked on her foe. This was, perhaps, her biggest mistake, as it left her blinded to the spell the fae had weaved around her.
“We know what you are, Weiss Schnee,” they spoke, that name sounding like poison in their tongue, “you’re no hero. You’re just a pathetic little princess, playing pretend.”
Now that made her snap. She launched forward with wild abandon, swinging and stabbing without a hint of caution. The fae, for their part, only cackled louder and louder as they evaded every blow, their amusement only feeding into Weiss’s anger. Her reckless assault only came to a stop as she felt something snag under her and tripped her.
She cursed as her body hit the ground with force, her sword escaping her grip. She turned back to see what had caught her, and for a moment she worried she might have hit her head too hard. Her boots had been turned into heels, her pants and shirt had disappeared, replaced instead with an elaborate blue and white dress, and her vest had given way to a light shawl bearing her family’s crest.
Unnerving couldn’t begin to describe the feeling of seeing herself like this.
After being allowed to live her dream for weeks, to have herself forcefully dragged back to that gilded cage, it unsettled something deep within her. She felt panic rise as her breathing grew more uneven. She had to calm herself, she had to control herself or her and Ilia would be dead.
It was unfortunate then, that her foe planned to grant her no such reprieve.
“What is wrong, princess?” The voices mocked, a massive paw landing between her and her sword.
No no no, this wasn’t happening. She--She was a knight, she had trained her whole life for this, she was meant to fight people like them. She wasn’t weak, she wasn’t helpless, she wasn’t a princess!
Fire spewed from the creature’s maw, bathing the ground in it. Weiss barely had the time or awareness to roll away, her mind still caught in a spiral of ever growing panic. And those accursed fae could only laugh as they watched her suffer.
A large claw swiped at her, though it barely scraped against Weiss’s skin as she jumped away, the wound it left still bled and the force still sent her face first against a nearby tree. A second strike soon came to finish what the first started, but it was stopped short by a cloud of glowing butterflies.
Dozens of the magical insects swarmed over them, forcing them back as the fae swiped uselessly at them. Before they could even begin to deal with the swarm, a smaller fae had tackled them to the ground with all her might. Ilia had freed herself and had come to Weiss’s rescue.
She slammed her hands to the combined entity’s chest and urged the earth to take them back, calling upon the roots to bring them down with them. For a moment it had worked, but then the twins opened their mouth and fire engulfed both insect and root alike. Ilia had been lucky to escape this uncinged.
“After everything you still choose this human?” The voices growled as they stood back up, “the Schnee girl who saw you as nothing more than a tool for her redemption? Is this who you choose to die for, Amitola?”
“Yes!” She shouted back, “now be quiet!”
She had nowhere near their physical strength or destructive power, but this fae still had claws, and she wasn’t gonna let them hurt Weiss any longer. She jumped at them, climbing onto their back and clawing at them with a rabbid fury.
The twins growled as they were sent stumbling back. Though she caused them both severe pain, Ilia was still much smaller, her claws weren’t made for taking down something that size. A hand that was easily bigger than her whole head, grabbed at what remained of her mangled wings and slammed her forcefully to the ground.
Their mouth opened again, ready to reduce the smaller fae to ash, but were brought to a stop by a large branch striking the side of their face with enough force to crack it in half. They howled as they backed away, rage was clear in their eyes, but the gaze they made was unflinchingly resolute.
Weiss stood tall, even in that stupid dress, her shawl had been ripped appart and wrapped around her hands, and she held what remained of that branch as if it was the noblest of blades. Even in the guise of a princess, she stood like a knight.
“You may insult me, humiliate me, you may even question my honor,” she declared, gaze unwavering as she approached the hulking creature, “but you’re a fool if you think you can harm Lady Ilia in my presence.”
The fae cackled, insults ready to spew out like their flames, but Weiss was quicker and she had no more patience for their trickery. The branch sliced at their eyes before the first word could escape their mouth.
“My lady was right,” she added, “you two should stay quiet.”
Were there any bards to witness this battle then they would have certainly sung of Weiss’s bravery, of her resolve, and of her devotion to both her love and her cause. They would sing of how she bested the fae with unmatched skill and unparalleled wits. Though the first part is certainly accurate, in truth Weiss’s skills hardly applied to this situation, and there was only so much anyone could do to something that big when armed with nothing more than a particularly sharp stick.
Still Weiss was set on besting Ilia’s assailants or dying to buy her time to escape, and that seemed more than enough to keep her fighting on.
She plunged the branch into one of the fae’s four eyes, causing it to howl in terrible pain. Though a victorious thrill ran through the knight’s body, she was promptly reminded of her foe’s sheer might and size as a large claw slammed against the side of her body, launching her against a nearby tree with terrifying force.
Once again fire began to spew, ready to engulf Weiss whole, and once again it was Ilia who saved her.
“Catch!” She shouted as she tossed Weiss her sword, and the magical inferno was unmade under the touch of iron.
Her blade sang and her feet drove her forward, iron met flesh with a deadly puncture, but the fae still stirred. They grabbed hold of her side, claws digging into skin as they tried to force her back. But Weiss was undeterred, she took one last step forward, driving Myrtenaster into their heart, like a nail into a coffin.
And so they slumped to the ground, black smoke escaping their wounds.
Weiss fell to her knees not long after.
“Weiss!” Ilia cried, as she rushed to her side, holding her before she could hit the ground.
“Ilia,” she muttered, weakness taking over her body as the adrenaline left her, “are you hurt?”
“Am I hurt?” Ilia asked with a nervous laughter, “Weiss, you’re bleeding.”
“But are you well?” She insisted.
“Yes, you absolute fool,” she answered, worry and exasperation in her voice, “I’m well.”
“Good.”
Ilia was safe, that was all that mattered. Not her wounds, not her blurring vision, and certainly not her blood loss. What mattered was that her love was safe, and nothing else.
She closed her eyes and, with a smile on her face, was taken away to the land of dreams.
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Tranquility
Lauren x Female!MC
Word Count: 3432
Summary: You know that Lauren worked too hard and that she rarely took care of herself when she got like this. You just needed to figure out a way to get her to take a break.
Note: One of my Ko-Fi commissions that I was given permission to post. I hope you’re all doing well and I hope you enjoy it.
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While you were growing up you had always been a bit different than the rest of the kids your age-- barring the fact that you were Fae. While others, namely your brother, enjoyed the rambunctious attitude that all children seemed to possess-- getting into trouble wherever they went. You had always enjoyed a softer approach to things. While Aziel got lectured in the hall for breaking a priceless vase; you were situated in an almost forgotten alcove. Tucked underneath your handmade winter shawl, you curled up with your escape to the world. Books.
For books had always been your escape into another world. They had always been your closest friend when you didn’t have anyone else to turn to. When you were feeling sad you would pick up your worn copy of Until Dawn. The story of how one boy, with a moon-shaped scar, was able to fight against all the opposing forces in his life. How he had been able to look for the light even in his darkest of times-- it was a solace you desperately tried to maintain.
And with that solace came the belief that everything would turn out okay. That as long as you stayed on the high road nothing could ever truly reach you. That if you maintained the attitude of the boy with the moon-shaped scar you could get past anything. It was a belief that got you through your formative years.
Though as the years passed on, that belief started to dwindle inside of you. Withering away with each passing remark and carefully leveled glare. Trying to remember the past, the story of the boy, but it seemed to slip further and further from your grasp. Until there was nothing left but slivers of what used to be.
Of what would never be again.
As you age you became what the world desired of you-- cold. Gone was the little girl who smiled at the passing family in the market square. Gone was the little girl that was too shy to ever ask for anything. Gone was the little girl who saw the world as a magical place-- filled with wonder and cheer.
In its stead, a woman remained-- strong and unwavering to everything life threw at her. The warmth slowly being replaced by ice. At least that was what you always tried to portray. No one could truly hurt you if you didn’t allow them to-- if you didn’t show them.
If you didn’t flinch as their venomous words pierced through your heart. Or trembled over the barely concealed fury in their gaze. If you were able to get through all of that? It meant you get through anything. Even if it meant you became more detached because of it.
You couldn’t allow your heart to be broken any more than it already was.
No matter how much you wished you could let people in once more.
Even as your body, and your mind, was changing there was still one thing that connected you to your past self-- books. Throughout everything books and reading was the one thing that tied you back to everything you used to be. As you flipped through worn and crumpled pages you were plunged back into days long passed. Days filled with over-eager eyes trying to soak in everything they could and hidden smiles with Kiera as she snuck you yet another book that you shouldn’t have been reading.
Good things must always come to an end it seems, you muse as you watch the shifting landscape from behind your window. The thought filled you with a nostalgic sadness that seemed to wrap itself around your heart and refused to let go-- instead, it simply squeezed tighter each time it beat. It had a melancholic effect, one that you didn’t appreciate at all, but you knew there was nothing you could do until it passed. However long that may be.
Turning, you allow a despondent sigh to escape your mouth. You didn’t know how to pull yourself out of this funk you were in but, as a small smile began to form on your lips, you believed you knew who could help you.
Someone you knew would always be able to put a smile on your face-- however slight.
Lauren.
oOo
The scent of the medical ward assaults you as you step in. Pine and the softest hint of mistletoe, which was probably due to it being the holiday season. You still couldn’t figure out how Lauren was able to make the ward feel so homey. Usually, medical wards, at least the ones you have been to, had a sterile environment. Filling you with a sense of discomfort, because you knew you weren’t supposed to be there. You knew that your presence wasn’t truly wanted.
But with Lauren?
She always made everyone, both humanoid and draconic alike, feel welcomed. Always offering smiles as people either entered or exited. Her soft voice filling the seemingly endless silence during her exams-- as if she knew how uncomfortable someone was becoming.
A smile blossoms on your face at the thought. Your eyes automatically scan the ward for any sight of your favorite healer. Finding her with relative ease, your smile falls from your face at the frazzled state she was clearly in. Her normally neat braid was disorderly; strands of hair being pulled from its confines as if she had been constantly running her hands through it. Whiskey brown eyes tinged with dark blotches underneath-- a clear sign that she hadn’t been sleeping well. Or at all. Her posture hunched in on itself as she sat at her desk. Pouring over various documents that littered the normally clean surface.
With a worried frown now prominent on your features, you move towards her. Watching her jerky movements and overall crumbling composure. It was a sight that concerned you greatly because Lauren was always so poised. An innate elegance that many could never hope to grasp exuding from her every move.
She was anything but graceful now.
Stopping just behind the beautiful healer, you clear your throat. Not wanting to startle her while she was working; as you were well aware of how concentrated she could become. Even still, Lauren gave a slight jolt at the noise. Her body whipping around to face you with a shocked look painted on her features.
She settles down once she realizes it was you, however, a small smile starting to form on her lips. “Edelgard,” she breathes. “I wasn’t expecting you to drop by today? Is everything all right, my love?”
You nod. “Everything is fine, Lauren, I just came to see you.” You pause as you once again take in the sight of her. Your frown once again makes an appearance on your face. “But are you alright? You look like you haven’t slept in days.”
“I’m fine,” she replies with a flippant wave of her hand. “You know how this time of year can get around here. People thinking they can ice skate without the use of protective gear.”
You wince slightly at that. “Have there been any bad ones?”
“The worst was someone having their skull split open and a few cracked ribs, but nothing too life-threatening.” She shrugs. “But that doesn’t mean the paperwork is any less severe.”
You frown as you watch Lauren look back down at her desk-- following her gaze with your own. The sight causes your heart to thud against your chest. Various documents lay scattered about on her desk with her neat scrawl written across. Each one detailing why each patient had been admitted and what had been done to them once they were. From what you could see there were dozens of them on her desk, but there was so much more that hadn’t even been opened yet.
“Lauren,” you murmur. “You need to sleep. You can’t stay cooped up in her doing this paperwork. It’s not good for you.”
She smiles softly. “You sound just like Asa.” She shakes her head as she brings a new document towards her. “But I have to get these done. I’m used to working like this during this particular season.” She glances back up at you with a soft smile that never failed to warm your heart. “Go have fun and enjoy the festivities. I’m sure Silas would love to have company right now. Or maybe you can help Catherine with hanging up decorations around Haven.”
“I would rather spend the day with you.”
“I know, my love.” She sighs softly. “I will try to finish as fast as I can so we can get a late dinner at the inn. How does that sound?”
You know that Lauren was trying her best with what she was given. Just as you knew she hated disappointing you-- even in small ways. So, with a smile, you bring your lips quickly to her cheek. Loving that her scent filled your nose as you did so.
It was the scent of vanilla with hints of chestnut and some form of wood you couldn’t name. The outdoorsy smell with the softness of the vanilla was something you would forever associate with Lauren. With the warm feeling, she brought to your chest every time you saw her. Bringing you back to the times that you were a child. Back when the world was a bright and magical place.
It was the scent that brought you home.
Moving away from her inviting embrace, you speak. “That’s more than okay, Lauren.” You squeeze her bicep in a gentle warning. “Just don’t overwork yourself, alright?”
She smiles. “Alright.”
With that, you step away from her and begin to make your way out of the ward, but with each step, a heavy feeling started to settle over your heart. That only grew the further you were away from Lauren.
You wanted nothing more than to turn back, but Lauren’s soft voice filled your head. Her words from earlier and the earnest conviction laid within her tone halted any form of rebellion. She rarely asked for anything-- you weren’t about to disregard her wishes now.
Even though everything within you was begging you to.
oOo
“I don’t know what to do, Weiss,” you whisper to your dragon as you place various meats into her trough. Your eyes meeting the compassionate golden gaze of the dragoness. Her white scales glowing in the dim torch-light of the cavern.
Yes, you do, dearest one, you just don’t wish to do it. Was the calm response through your mind. Her silky voice whispering through your mind like a gentle wind. Not overpowering in the slightest, but it was a presence that you would always know was there.
You scoff. “What do you mean? I would always do anything I could for Lauren.”
I know that, dearest one, which is exactly why you’re heeding her words. Even though you wish you weren’t.
You frown at her words. You knew what Weiss was explaining, but some part of you still rebelled against it. Maybe it was the part that still wished to honor Lauren’s words? To honor her wanting you to have fun while she was cooped up working. Even so, the mere thought of Lauren alone during the holiday season was heartbreaking. She already gave so much to Haven-- too much at times-- and you refused to have her give this up. You couldn’t bear it.
Glancing up at the beautiful dragoness, you smiled at her. Knowing that you didn’t have to vocalize your next words-- for she could feel them-- but you were compelled to.
“I love you, Weiss. I hope you know that.”
Her head lowers towards you. Golden eyes glowing with all the warmth of the sun. I do know my dearest one. I love you just as much.
Bringing a hand up, you scratch just under her jaw-- a spot you knew she liked having itched. A warm smile blossoming on your face at the small coos she let loose at the sensation. Your gaze locking with hers with a message clearly passing from her to you.
Go to her.
And after one more scratch, you do as she says. Your body rushing towards the one destination you wanted nothing more than to get to.
To Lauren.
oOo
You skidded to a halt just outside the entrance of the ward. Your body almost colliding with the wall opposite you as you came to said abrupt halt. Air rushing into your lungs as you inhaled sharply. Doing everything you could to resupply them after your manic run.
It wouldn’t do to be winded when you spoke to Lauren.
After a moment, your chest doesn’t feel like it’s on fire anymore. Nor do you feel like your legs are about to collapse out from under you. With a solemn breath, you take a step forward into the familiar ward. Your eyes taking in the same sight you had that morning, and it didn’t fail to elicit the same reaction from you.
If possible the frown was even deeper than before.
Lauren still sat hunched over her desk, but her braid was completely gone now. Long, golden-brown hair fell in a gentle mixture of waves and slight curls around her face. Nimble fingers tracing over the various papers that still lay in front of her. Though one of her hands would periodically come up to brush the strands of hair from her face. A clear sign of the frayed edges that was Lauren’s being. You knew that Lauren needed a break, but you didn’t know how to make her have one.
If Lauren was anything it was stubborn. Especially when it came to her work.
With silent, almost cat-like, steps you make your way across the room. Halting, in front of Lauren’s desk as she sat oblivious to the world around her. Such a fact would normally cause a worried frown to pull at your brow, but another cursory glance of the room showed you the reason Lauren was fine with being in such a state.
Asa.
The dragon lay with his head on one of the various carpets throughout the ward. His green scales glowing against the hearth fire that fell on them. His deep rumbling breaths filling the silence of the room-- when it wasn’t filled with the scratching of Lauren’s quill or her mumbling. Bronze eyes having been trained on Lauren’s form turn towards you. Clear relief taking over his features at the sight of you.
I’m glad you’re here, Edelgard, his soft voices rumbled through your mind. Lauren hasn’t been taking care of herself. Nor has she been heeding my words. I truly hope that you have better luck breaking through to her. For you’re the only person I could see doing so.
You dip your head towards Asa in a sign of silent understanding. You knew exactly how Lauren could get when she was truly invested in her work. Not to mention when it was a season of high injury rates because people enjoyed doing idiotic things. Even so, the fact that she wasn’t listening to Asa?
You shake your head at the many ideas flickering through your head. You had to convince Lauren to take a break before she became a patient of the medical ward herself, which was something no one wanted. If you had to you would even go to the Matriarch-- as you knew she had a soft spot for Lauren and wanted to see the healer safe. That would be your second course of action, however.
Steeling yourself, you move to the side of her desk. Your mind working over everything you could potentially say. With a soft sigh, you kneel next to Lauren’s chair. Your hand resting against hers-- halting her manic writing.
Startled brown eyes turn to meet your violet. Her full lips forming an ‘o’ as she registered that you were kneeling beside her. Even still, it took her a moment to form a cohesive sentence.
“E-Edelgard?” She asks with confusion laced within her tone. “What are you doing here?”
“I came because I wanted to see you,” you murmur. Your hand stroking hers with a soft touch that you knew she enjoyed. “Which I’m glad I decided to do because you look even worse than you did this morning.”
Lauren smiles. “Thanks.”
You roll your eyes playfully at her. “You know I didn’t mean it like that, Lauren.”
“I know.”
You take a moment to respond. Speaking with Lauren was one of the easiest things you have ever done. She was like an open book to you. Easy to read and even easier to open up to. For there were no lies hidden within her soft brown eyes. There were no hints of deception within her elegant tone. There was only Lauren.
And there was never anything better.
A soft hand on your cheek pulls you out of your reverie. Your eyes rising to meet a sparkling gaze. A gaze that would normally cause a smile to form on your lips, but only caused worry to gnaw in your stomach. You could clearly tell that Lauren was tired. That she needed rest and time to simply be herself-- without the responsibilities that being Head Healer demanded of her.
Your hand comes up to grasp the one on your cheek. Your head turning to place a soft kiss on its palm. “You need to rest, Lauren. You’re no good to anyone in this state.”
“I’m fine, Edelgard.” She sighs. “There is no need to worry about me.”
“There is every reason to worry about you, Lauren. You haven’t slept in days. You’re not listening to Asa nor are you able to sit up straight without swaying like you’re drunk.” You sigh with frustration. “You need to rest. The paperwork can wait, but your health can’t.”
Lauren stares at you for a moment with an unreadable expression, but it soon smooths out into one of adoration. Her eyes softening with the love she held for you. Dipping her head, she rests her forehead against yours for a moment-- brushing strands of chocolate brown form your forehead while she did so. Her nimble fingers running through the long strands; an action she knew comforted you.
“I suppose you’re right,” she whispers. “I’m no good to anyone in this state. Plus, I think I’ve been writing the same sentence for the past hour.”
You chuckle at that and with an ease that came with muscle memory, you stand with Lauren trailing behind you because of your linked hands. Your gaze never wavering from hers as you did so.
“Then you’re going to have to rest that beautiful mind of yours.” You grin. “But I know you’re not going to want to leave the ward when you still have things to do within it.”
She smiles back at you. The same soft look from before becoming even more prominent on her face. Especially as you led her to one of the various beds the ward had to offer-- the one that was conveniently the closest to Asa.
Laying down, you pull Lauren along with you and tuck her into your side. Her head resting on your chest as you wrapped your arms around her-- pulling her tighter against you. Turning towards the night table that was situated beside the bed, you open the drawer and pull out a well-worn book. As you always kept a stash of them within the ward whenever you had to stay the night with Lauren.
Glancing down, you couldn’t help the smile that blossomed on your face at the peaceful look that was written across Lauren’s face. Her languid breaths ghosting across the expanse of your skin. It was a sight that filled your heart with warmth and brought you back to the many nights of your childhood. Where days didn’t truly matter because you had everything you could ever need right within arms reach.
It couldn’t be more true now.
With a soft exhalation you open the book, one that had clearly been well taken care of, and begin to read. “There’s a legend as old as time itself. A legend that depicted a boy that grew up with nothing but came to have everything. The legend of the boy with a moon-shaped scar…”
All the while Lauren’s soft breathing became deeper and deeper as she fell asleep to the story of the boy with the moon-shaped scar. Your soothing voice that last thing that she was aware of as she slipped into the warm embrace of sleep.
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I say start with the giant X scar; that’s seems like a good one to cover first.
" Yang said as Blake continued to nuzzle into her rib-cage. She felt shivers that faded all too soon. Blake could feel it, too, if her giggles were any indication. That's good. Yang had a feeling this was going to get really uncomfortable, really fast.
"That one, huh? Yeah, I guess that would be a good place to start." He put his hand to his chin and closed his eyes as he recalled the memory. "I was about 7 years old, and I just started practicing my swordsmanship." He opened his eyes and smiled. "I sucked! Like, really bad. Like, imagine if you gave my nephew a broadsword, and he'd probably do better than me. And even then, he would-"
"Hey, bunny boy?" Yang interrupted. "I was asking about your X-mark, not the x-position of your low self-esteem." Yang felt a jab to her ribs. She looked down to Blake's glare. Yikes! She shifted her gaze back to Jaune and gave a nervous chuckle. "Uh, my bad! Keep going."
Jaune nodded at her statement. "No, you're right. I should focus on my backstory, not on my bad-story!" He then grinned and pointed a double finger-gun at Yang. Yang returned her own in kind as the rest of the group groaned. Jaune chuckled and cleared his throat. "Anyways I was just getting my footwork down when my dad invited my grandparents over. My grandmother was a sweet, old woman. She always wore a shawl with the Arc family crest and always told me stories about knights of chivalry. She used to call me her little Jaune-iper berry."
Ruby and Yang guffawed at the memory. Ruby so much so that the rest of the team had to wait for her to finish laughing. A few gasps for air and occasional chuckling later, Ruby cleared her throat. "Continue."
Weiss noticed how patient Jaune was being. He probably wanted this story to be done as soon as possible. No one gets scars that big with a happy memory involved, after all. And yet here he was, retelling his childhood with a smile on his face. A sour feeling turned in her stomach. How long would that smile last?
"So, one day, my grandma and I went into the forest to get berries. She always knew the best place for berry picking." The tone in his voice shifted as he spoke, as if the memory was the last in a long line of sweet ones. Weiss' sour feeling grew more sour.
"I don't know what got into me. I think I was letting my swordsmanship training get to my head, so I told, 'I'm gonna find more berries than you.' She just laughed and said she would give me a ten minute head-start." His smile faded. Weiss' sour feeling almost made her double over. She gripped her arm-rest in an attempt to ease herself. It did nothing.
"I got pretty far into the woods and I managed to find a few berries. I was about to go apologize to my grandma for being so pig-headed. But then, I saw it. The biggest bush of berries I ever saw. I rushed in and started just grabbing berries off the branches. I was so excited to grab berries that I didn't notice the huge shadow over me. I had already filled up half of my basket when suddenly- BOO!"
Jaune jumped and extended his arms out to appear bigger.
Yang and Blake gave him a flat look. Couldn't he take this seriously? Blake was already losing her comfort from this story, so adding jumpscares just made her more uncomfortable.
Yang felt it, too, based on how Blake's nails were digging into her abs. Seriously, she was surprised Blake didn't accidentally gut her from that scare!
Ruby gave a small yelp, then grew red with anger. Who did he think he was, trying to scare her like some kid? She was a Huntress, a bane of all things Grimm, and he tried to scare her? She wasn't shaking. You were shaking! Shut up!
Weiss stiffened then exhaled slowly. Really? Jumpscares? If you're going to scare someone like that, at least turn off the lights and add scary music. But there was one upside to this, however, as noted by the greatly eased sour feeling in her stomach. She smiled at this, then spoke. "Did you really need to add jumpscares?"
Jaune chuckled. "No, I guess not. But, hey, if you did get scared, you weren't the only one. I screamed so loud, I think everyone in Remnant heard me. My grandma always did like scaring me. I was almost crying, but her hugs made it all better. They always did. She then said to me, 'Oh, so you found my berry picking spot!' And she then told that this was where she and grandpa would always go for berry picking. We managed to fill up both of our baskets full and we started our way back. We were about halfway out when Grandma suddenly stopped. She told me to get close, and crouched down. I dropped my basket and we huddled over by the nearest tree. That's when I saw it."
There was that sour feeling again.
"I know now that it's called a Lumber-Jacker, but back then, I called it, 'Click-Cutter'. It towered over me on it's four legs, with two arms like scythes. It was clicking as it bent down and looked at our baskets. Then it looked at me." Jaune shivered. "Those eyes. Like two big balls of fire. It started moving closer to us. I wanted to scream, but grandma covered my mouth. She started to slowly move away, and it stopped, so we did, too. It clicked more and started to back away." Jaune gulped. "It wasn't retreating, though."
"All of a sudden, my grandma bolted and it leapt right through the tree, cutting it down with a swing of it's claw. We got to the edge of the forest. We were almost home, but then a tree fell in front of us. I don't know if it was the same one, or another one found us. All I knew was that it was clicking and it was looking at us. I jumped out of my grandma's arms and grabbed one of the branches from the tree and started swinging it at the Click-Cutter. My grandmother screamed in terror, asking me what I was doing. I had no idea."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my grandpa coming. I looked at my grandma and told her grandpa was coming." Jaune shook his head. "I shouldn't have looked away. It clicked louder as it spread it's wings. I think it was angry I wasn't looking at while I was putting up a fight. I ran into the forest to give my grandma time to run away. She just stood there and screamed as I ran away. It chased me a little into the forest, then jumped over my head. It scattered leaves and sticks as it landed, shaking me off my feet. It clicked louder as I lay there, but it didn't kill me. I don't know why. I shut my eyes, begging this was just a nightmare, but it didn't attack. I blinked and it was gone. I looked around, and when I thought it was gone, I picked my stick and walked away."
"You shouldn't have done that." Blake said grimly.
Jaune chuckled. "Funny. I think that's what the Click-Cutter was saying, too, when I heard him again." Jaune swallowed the lump in his throat. "I should have just stayed with her. I should have just waited with Grandma until Grandpa showed. He was a Huntsman. He had his weapon. I was a kid who had a stick. Next thing I knew, I was on my stomach, crying and screaming, with the worst pain a seven year old could ever feel on his back." Jaune turned around, showing the girls his back scars once more. The X almost seemed to glow blood-red, indicating this was the scar his story was about.
Jaune continued. "I would have died. I should have died. I was certain I was going to die. Die not knowing what a real sword in my hands would feel like. Die not finding a girl to fall in love with, marry, and start a family with. Die before ever becoming a hero." Jaune was silent. "Just like Grandpa."
"The clicking continued, but I didn't care. I was about to die. I just shut my eyes and screamed. When I stopped screaming, I noticed the clicking stopped. Panic ran through me again. Was it another trick? I tried to get up, but, well..." He jutted a thumb towards his back. "You know. I heard my grandpa say, 'Don't get up. You'll only draw more Grimm.' He wrapped me in bandages, then carried me to the house, out of the forest. I spent the next four months in and out of the hospital, getting stitches for my back." Jaune chuckled once more, and Weiss felt the sour feeling disappear forever. Based on his tone, she knew the story was over, or at least the horrors of this story.
"You're lucky that was all that happened to you." Weiss muttered under her breath. The silence that followed made her realize her inner thoughts weren't quite as inner as she initially thought. Ruby, with her mouth wide open from a silent gasp, looked absolutely offended by the comment. Blake glared at Weiss, reminding her of their rocky start as a team. Yang just looked disappointed. Why couldn't she have been angry.
Jaune suddenly laughed. The team broke from looking at Weiss, and she at them, to look at the blonde onsie-wearing man laughing in what seemed to be pure delight. As he settled down, he wiped a tear from his eye. Noticing the tone in the room, he apologized. "Sorry, sorry. I know I shouldn't be laughing at that, but I remembered what I went through for those stitches." The group leaned in, their curiosity taking over. "You ever walk around topless in the house?"
"Oh, yeah. All the time." Yang confessed. Blake looked at Ruby, who only nodded.
"She did. Every day we didn't have anyone over, she would walk around with no shirt and no bra." Blake and Jaune blushed at the thought. "Up until you left for Beacon." Blake and Jaune were fully red-faced. Was Blake bleeding from her nose?
Jaune shook his head clear before speaking again. "Uh, well, that's what I had to do. Not just at home, either, but in town, too. On the upside, I got a pretty sweet tan!" He boasted as he flexed. His audience merely raised their brows. "Okay, it was a sunburn, but I still think it counts!"
The team laughed. It felt good. Jaune's story had put everyone on edge, but this conclusion was just what they needed. Not every story has a happy ending, but this one did.
Weiss thought about Jaune's story and how it changed him. Jaune was clumsy at times, but not without a sense of caution. Was this X scar story a look into the reason why? This made her more curious about the other scars. Perhaps-
Grrrrrrrrrmmmmmll...
Perhaps it was time for lunch.
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I posted this on my blog but you talking about Dawn needing better winter gear reminded me. This is my fun design for Weiss from RWBY. She’s winter themed if you don’t know the series. In this I gave her wool leggings and additional thick socks with what are supposed to be snow sensible boots. The gloves are long and like iirc Dawn doesn’t even get gloves? Wtf??? Weiss is magic so some nonsense is here, like if she was peek winter it would include ear muffs or something.
Additionally that “shawl” looking wrap is probably wool lined. There are plenty of ways to have a high femme winter look Game freak give Dawn some fucking wool leggings!
I don’t watch that or know anything about it, but this looks great!
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Team RWBY Volume 7 Outfits
Ok so this has been said before and has been done a while ago, but just want to put my entire opinion on them in detail. So to start off with Team Rwby’s Outfit.
Ruby
Ruby’s does look good, but doesn’t exactly speak winter to me. This could be considered casual wear it would help she had more of a shawl or maybe a little poncho. Mantle and Atlas is really cold, its full on snowing! Even with using Aura to protect yourself from the climate, its much better to dress more appropriately then actually draining a bit more of your Aura, also it would suck if you are wearing thin clothing and your Aura breaks and end up freezing to death because you didn’t have proper attire. The other issue my friends discussed is the corset it would be difficult to bend down and up sometimes. Also there are too many belts on her there’s like 8 belts! 1 on her waist (which is fine cause it serves a purpose), 2 at the top of her boots and 2 at the bottom of her boots, 1 on both her gloves and 1 on her skirt. The color choices are still consistent for Ruby though may not be as good as Volume 1-3 but at least they didn’t add unnecessary colors to her palette.
Weiss
Weiss’s outfit... Also does not seem to look like winter wear nor does it look like something you would wear for combat. It looks more like a ballroom gown. or something you wear to a dance. It would be nice if she had leggings to make it more clear that she in a cold environment and cover the boob window more that way she seems more warmer. The three belts are definitely not needed, just stick with one having that many belts doesn’t look comfortable to move around. Also her color palette is more blue than white noted by a few people, blue is part of her color palette but white should be more dominant.
Blake
Blake’s outfit... I don’t know if that outfit can actually keep you warm. Does anybody know if skin tight leather is good at keeping you warm in the snow? But the main issue with the outfit is that it the suit is connected with the boots!! And this needs to be brought up for cosplayers.. if you need to go to the bathroom you would have to strip down everything from the looks of it!. The other issue is if she is going into a very cold climate why have the zippers on her jacket unzipped? The zippers on her legs are also serve no purpose, actually could do more harm if you fall and skid on those... Blake does have a bit of belts but not as much as Ruby’s counting 4 excluding the pouch on her back. The other issue is the color palette as well the white jack takes too much out of the black although the purple on the inside is a good touch it might help to make the coat shorter our just make it black with the lining being white.
Yang
Yang’s bomber jacket definitely looks the part for winter but the rest not really.. without it she would just be wearing a tube top with something looking close to overalls. Also leaving that one part of her legs unzipped is not really needed I mean I get that to make some things more interesting you need to make it asymmetrical, but I don’t think it works here, there are belts too but at least most of em serve a purpose. Color palette wise there is barely any yellow it is mostly different shades of brown. The could at least make the tube top yellow or something.
In general yeah these outfits they look nice that was probably their main focus but not as practical I would say. The thing that gets to me so much about the outfits is that on the rooster teeth blog they seemed very aware that Atlas and Mantle are cold and yet you have some of the characters that expose some skin in a very snowy place. From what they said it sounded like nobody did research, and the developers just threw out ideas rather than thinking “Hey, does this outfit look like it would work?”
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@mosaiqk › weiss' back was on full display in the halter top , muscles toned from years of training. her scars had healed but still looked brutal against her otherwise pale , flawless skin. she gazed at ren , "is it too much skin? or do you think i should wear a shawl?" enamel met plush lip. › unscripted.
to both lotus and iceflower, beauty had been one of the most complicated subjects to approach, despite the fact that it had been their first. ren had been saved from the pressures of the public eye, but weiss had not. she still very much lived with the burden of carrying an image attached to family name, and despite this, despite what she’d gone through, she’d been willing to show this side to them, even if she dressed it down as the most casual of inquiries. oh her guarded heart had still been pretty sealed behind a darkened cage, but now, exposed to the radiance of light and love, it shone something crystaline and beautiful, like weiss hair under spring sunshine. was there any way to gaze upon ethereal form but with the reverence for goddesses ? despite gifted with her affections already, ren found themselves gazing upon the luminosity of her form like any form of draconic treasure, with awe and a possessiveness that was both subtle and born from their adoration. the scars themselves were most likely a gruesome sight upon their happening, but ren was desensitised to the sight of long - healed scars, wondering only if they’d ever earn the key to that story. they known of the impalement scar, how weiss’ dismissal of that traumatic pain had echoed in them too. they couldn’t help but find them beautiful, a testament to how weiss had waved away death with pearl - tipped nails.
ren came to stand behind her in the mirror, contrast of darkened silhouette to hers, bathed in the light of soft morning sun. she was still so small, and her stature fooled so many. how she wore the image of a docile princess well from far away, to the wandering, uninformed eye — and then grace unrivalled by no queen before her up close. ren watched the curve of her lip, their own quirking up into a crooked smile. from where they stood behind her, ren reached towards her vanity and gently picked up the intentioned necklace for her ensemble, thin but sturdy chain with a drop crystal pendant, blood red in colour. while the hand holding the jewellery rested upon one shoulder, their other hand lingered upon the other side of her neck, trailing a feather touch with the back of their fingers along her graceful, swan - like neck, along a statuesque jawline, to curl slightly under her chin. ‘ too much skin ? ’ the flash of a smirk, a puff of smoke, jest on honeyed words dripping with affection. ‘ not enough, if you ask me. ’ cheekiness. one of the dragon’s hidden fortes. moving aside starlit strands, ren lay the necklace down across her collarbones, clasping it expertly. their hands lingered there, warm against the cool tone of her skin, resisting the sudden and insistent urge to run a finger down her spine. was it odd to be this enticed by her bare back ? they leant down, pressing two gentle lily scent kisses along the back of her neck. the weight of ren’s words left no room for doubt, only conviction and a thinly veiled longing.
‘ you look beautiful. ’
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https://rwdestuffs.tumblr.com/post/185752839399/carmines-design-flaws
Wow the bullshit just keeps coming today.
Okay, putting aside the very blatant oversexualization of yet another female character-
Sorry Dudeblade, I can’t hear you over all the oversexualized MEN.
All I see is gender equality considering these buckos.
and the fact that she’s clearly Latina-Coded which makes it all the more awful
You know the rules: ‘coded’ means ‘I’m projecting.’
How racist Dudeblade.
there are so many design flaws that even a guy who isn’t a design expert (like myself) can point out.
Spoiler alert: he’s bitching about practicality in a show that takes inspiration from Gurren Lagann and Blazblue.
For starters: The chain-mail. As everyone in the rwde tag has pointed out: That’s impractical in a desert setting. Even if we have to have the chain-mail, why have it only over the breasts?- How about the midriff?- The stomach is also a vulnerable point on the body, and could use added protection as well. These writers have access to google, so couldn’t they have looked up what combat wear is worn in the desert? Tunics are a thing. Those are typically made to be airy enough to let sweat out to avoid overheating. could have added some chain-mail to a tunic. Alternatively, another idea could be a combat vest. Hell, if there absolutely has to be sexualization, they could make said vest form-fitting and they wouldn’t have to overdo it.
Weiss goes into battle in high heels and fucking dance dresses.
Blake is dressed as a genderbent Seto Kaiba.
Ruby’s current design is like old fashioned bar wenches.
And Yang’s is an adventure’s outfit.
And each of these are MORE practical and LESS sexual than their Volume 1-3 designs (except Ruby) were Blake’s chest area was designed by a white top, which with the black bottom and black hair, means your eyes are drawn to the chest area. Not to mention how hard it has to be to wear something like that. Weiss wore a dress that had a red undershirt near her breasts, which with the white draws your attention there, And Yang’s-
...speaks for itself.
Seriously, this shit of impracticality to look good has been around since the very beginning. You want to bitch? Either get a time machine or a shovel.
Next up: The goggles on top of her head. Good choice. I like it. Keeps sand out of her eyes, very practical.
That’s it? Really?
I thought you could explain stuff Dudeblade.
Next: The hair. I like redheads, and they are aesthetically pleasing. But all that sand around her can’t be good for her hair. It would easily be filled with sand (Though her semblance could make quick work of it). But that doesn’t change the fact that having that much hair in the desert would cause someone to overheat.
And long hair would make it easier to grap something and hold an opponent in place.
Yet two of main heroines have long hair.
Next: Skin tone. “Dark skin.” If that’s dark skin, then Yang’s hair is orange. This isn’t how this works. If she had a shawl or some other covering, then the skin would make sense. But from what is being seen here, she just looks like someone with a tan.
Yeah the fact that it looks like a tan comes into play later.
I’ll give props for a unique design, but this just screams “This is sexy! ADMIRE IT!” There’s no practicality in this, and I’m flat-out convinced that this was made to get your women and girls to cosplay this. Whatever perv decided this was okay to put on what can be assumed to be a woman in her early twenties at most should be fired.
This woman is FAR more sexualized (and in fact, has NUMEROUS fetishes in her design) than the one designed above.
This was designed by a WOMAN, Dudeblade. Her image of a modern day witch with power and control.
Just because it looks sexy doesn’t mean ‘muh male gaze.’ Believe or not, women like men like to look attractive as a whole.
All you basically did was bitch about practicality in a show that never gave a shit about practicality, made by a man who never thought of practicality outside of cosplay and inspired by pieces of media where practicality was the last thing in mind.
And just to prove how much of a failure you are: I’m going to break down Carmie’s design.
First off, her having a tan is not just there because she lives in the desert. It’s meant to convey her confident, sporty attitude. Similar to why Sun has a tan as well. This is because we mentally associate tanned skin with athletic ability and athletic ability with confidence due to how confident athletes are.
Red hair? Meant to denote confidence or assurance, similar to why Yang’s hair is yellow. Both convey to the audience that these people are charsmatic and confident by making them more eye drawing.
Yellow eyes? Good middle ground between the tanned skin and the bright auburn, making the overall face easy to look at.
Red scarf? Compliments her eyes and hair alongside denouting an adventerous side to her.
Blue top? A bit of cool color to make her middle part stand out along with invoking a blue jean top, usually worn by adventurous people.
White Cloak? Probablt to go with the bright metal chainmail as well as give her a bit of a badass edge.
Black tattoo? Draws attention to the hip she’s jutting out, give a fashionable asymmetry to her so it make her stand out more as well as make you notice the scabbard that’s empty, fitting with the drawn dagger,
Blaxk leggings? Basic fanservice detail, used to denote sexual confidence and assurance.
See what the design is getting at now Dudeblade? It’s not just “FAP MATERIAL!”, she’s specifically designed to look like a confident, alluring adventerer/fighter, which makes sense given how openly confident and friendly she is in the book along with Coco’s attraction to her. Yeah she does look sexy but that’s because people are attracted to confident people in general. Fuck, that’s why so many people fell for Coco because her design, voice and personality exuded a sense of fashionable confidence.
You didn’t discuss this at all. Nor how her chainmail makes her top half look cluttered nor how her red shorts just blend into her tanned skin, exasperated by her black leggings. You didn’t understand the design AT ALL.
It’s a sad day when the so called ‘RWBY fanboy’ is doing your job better than you. you Dobson clone reject.
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Ok, so I had kept myself from watching RWBY Vol. 6.1 so far because I had work for university to do, and that also meant I could watch it together with 6.2 right away, so my impressions. Gonna be long.
6.1 Argus Limited
- Aaaand we start right in the action. And it looks gorgeous. We done, animators. Also, hoooo boy those Manticores.
- “Thank me later”, “Good to see you’re not rusty” Ahh those smirks, that dynamic, team RWBY is fucking BACK
- “Why is it always something?” Mood, Nora. Mood.
- Ren and Nora <3
- THE PETALS ARE RED AND WHITE! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! THEY ARE BAITING US AND THE KNOW IT!
- Aaand that’s a jumpcut.
- So Blake is still his trigger, also this guy has worse temper tantrums than pre-Vytal Yang. I can’t believe that there was a time where I honestly thought Adam was cool. But that sentiment’s been gone since his first appearance in the show proper.
- And another jumpcut. Also narration (*insert CinemaSins Ding here*).
- Can understand why they’re going with this story. Still probably more than he deserves, but you wouldn’t want a panic with the state of the world right now.
- Also beautiful train station right there. And Ruby is as precious as ever.
- SHE WEARS HER SHAWL!
- ADORKABLE BEACH REN!
- Poor Weiss, right back where you came from
- Oh geez who are those?
- Dee and Dudley nyahahaha what the hell
- And the girls’ looks in response, solid gold right there.
- “I do hope those weren’t Beacon graduates” “You know, sometimes the burden of saving the world feels overwhelming, but then people like that come along and make me grateful it’s our job and not theirs” *solemn nods all around*
- Ilia’s new outfit. Also neat that the Faunus are finally in the good spotlight. Also hugging.
- Sun’s here! As it Neptune!
- “Wrong tree” nyahahaha
- Also that version of “Like Morning Follows Night” is so sweet
- On that note, the musical cues in this scene are ON. POINT.
- Awwww
- And the old lady is totally not gonna be an important character, no way.
- Bunk beds! Innocence! Yang looking at prostetic arms!
- Time will tell how allright Blake and Yang are gonna be again. We’ll see. There’s some way to go.
- And now we’re at the start again.
- Hello, Manticores. And helloooo, Sphinx. And by Dee. Yikes.
- I mean smart idea on Dudley’s part, but why isn’t the armor always up? Also, while Qrow’s got a point about the turrets, so does Dudley. If they work it’s good, right?
- Yiiiikes that crunch.
- Yeah Ozpin what happened to no more lies?
- Hey, Jaune uses his semblance again. And with Ren... yoooooo
- Aaaaand of course they’re seperating
- HELL YEAH VOCAL TRACK, GET FUCKING PUMPED SON
- AND THOSE HARMONIES
- Manticore has resistance to bludgeoning, looks like
- Teamwork, yo. Fightscenes on fleek.
- Knew it. Also, her theme sounds cool.
- INTRO TIME BOIS
- This is gonna be HYPE, yo.
- Totally not Cinder there.
- Totally not Salem there.
- Totally not Ozpins... yeah, you get it.
- REN AND NORA IN THE ENDSCENE! RUBY AND WEISS!
- Well, we’re of to a good fucking start I’d say. This is gonna be good.
6.2 Uncovered
- Cinder’s alive, surprising absolutely nobody
- You gotta lose that anger, hon (and that Grimm arm, that thing kinda has to go too I mean seriously)
- Oh who is tha- OH NO SHE HAS CINDER’S OUTFIT FROM THE OPENING NO DON’T KILL THE INNOCENT BYSTANDER RUN BYSTANDER RUN SAVE YOURS----- ah fuck.
- Ah, so we’re doing a lot of back-and-forth this volume. Got it.
- I feel you, Weiss. Also, fair point, Nora.
- Aka Winter is gonna be at that base
- Yeah, ransoming Weiss back sounds good.
- “Relic of Knowledge”, “Lamp”, “Three questions”... that’s a Djinn y’all.
- Ah I love you Nora
- Calling it right now, that’s a lie Oz.
- “we’ll keep it safe” jumpcut to the relic lying around, unsafe.
- Hi Maria Calavera. We love you. Also yeah, Yang kinda has a point.
- YEAH SO MUCH FOR NO MORE LIES AND HALFTRUTHS
- OH THAT’S BULLSHIT OZ AND YOU KNOW IT
- Exactly, Weiss.
- (Well I mean, kinda understand that point and kinda made it half and hour ago myself, so...)
- Oh dear, here we go.
- That a “Give me the ring”-scene right there, aka. someone is gonna shout or make a grab for it.
- Oh fighting for control
- “Her name is Djinn” KNEW IT!
- HOOO BOY, also that’s the woman from the statue in Haven!
- Aaand jumpcut.
- Fuck of course Cinder killed her. Damn.
- That’s a lot of purple is what it is.
- Malachite as in the twins? Relation? Or will they actually get character somewhere down the road? Also that was some grade-A snark answer.
- “It was somebody’s” FUCK YOU CINDER
- Ugh let it GO, you got your ass handed to you the last time
- Smart spider right there. Big guy? Hazel?
- My thoughts exactly, Maria.
- OH FUCK CALLED IT!
- Yo why you all point your stuff at Qrow, kids?
- OZPIN NO!
- The fuck? (Sidenote: Nice touch with who calls out whose names)
- ALSO CALLED IT!
- Oh shit is about to go down.
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