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despite everything, it's still you
yang and (hair) care shenanigans in the atlas dorm
did you know that the brazilian slang for butch is 'caminhoneira' which literally translates to truck driver? anyway, here is yang wearing a trucker hat inside a truck while giving her best shot at a cheesy... pickup 😎🤪 line
not to cause alarm, but i heard that yang xiao long likes wearing big leather jackets, riding a bike and kissing girls!!
consider this: freezerburn x-files au
Yang takes a look at Blake, who is playing with her sorbet. Maybe Blake is aware of the distance growing between them too. Maybe she is fine with it, even. She got a new job, a new place to live, had a relationship that didn’t end in shambles. She is living her life just fine, and Yang is stuck in the past still.
Friends come and go; one day they talk to you everyday, one day they take a month to let you know they broke up with their partner.
Yang was naive to think it would be different with Blake just because… well.
..
or: Blake, and Yang, and time, and distance
oh to be secretly in love with your best friend!!!!
tfw you summon a horse to shoot a man for your gf~ a scrapped panel from my evil beehaw comic
beehaw.. but make it a bit evil and haunted
i've decided that now i draw all the nice fic scenes i come up with instead of hoping i'll write the 50k that needs to go with it
Another year, another @bumblebybigbang!!!
This time I had an amazing time working with @dazzleyourmindseye on her fic i'm pushing up daisies (and i wish they were roses), a Pushing Daisies AU!!!! Go check it out immediately!!!
“We didn’t jump yet?”
Yang joins her awkwardly by the window. “Not really, we were waiting for you.”
“Oh. you didn’t have to.”
“It’s unpleasant to wake up getting thrown out of the bed. Especially if you’re still hurt.”
Blake smiles. She’s sweet. And she just had an idea. “Oh, I need to clean it up, by the way. Do you mind helping me check if it’s alright?”
It has to mean something, right? To let her help with it.
Yang immediately sucks in a breath and smiles, and Blake knows she was right in her guess. “Yeah! Yeah, of course!”
.. or: Blake wants to kiss Yang so bad it makes her look stupid
When Blake hears someone knocking, she is thinking of the gardens in the old castle back home, and how most of the things her mom planted and kept died as the years passed and no one bothered to care for them.
She looks at the door, but doesn’t say a word. But ultimately it doesn’t matter, because the person inviting themselves in is not interested in waiting for her.
It’s Weiss, and she opens the door just enough to make half of her face visible, the one without the scar.
“Do you still like tea?” she asks.
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or: Blake talks to old friends, desperately wants a hug, and comes to an important realization
“You’re awake!” Someone says, and Blake jumps from her place, turning abruptly to stare at whoever arrived. In the process her stitches pull uncomfortably, and she winces. The person steps even closer, holding their hands in front of them to comfort her, but they stop before they actually touch her. “Wow, slow down!”
She looks up at them and immediately clocks who it is, the eyes unmistakable, even if she only ever saw it once -
“You’re Ruby.”
The person - no. Ruby. Yang’s sister. Ruby smiles, and nods in confirmation as she dares come a bit closer.
“You remember me!” She says, somehow proud that she made an impression. She has the same hair she did before, the same red tips with darker roots showing, but that is pretty much the only thing that’s the same. That and the eyes, and the wide, gentle smile. “Did I hurt you?”
“I- no, of course not,” Blake corrects, baffled. “I just… wasn’t expecting company.”
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or: Blake meets some familiar faces, wants to stay, but needs to leave
a bit late to the party but happy birthday to HER
Vale is still foreign to her even after years and years of landing here and walking the land as a stranger, even after exhausting herself every night as a teenager reading about foreign politics and staring at world maps from every habitable planet known. It’s not hostile like Atlas nor home like Kuo Kuana, but instead a third, more complicated thing.
Even after such a long time, even after she is almost running out of fingers on a single hand to count the years, she still feels guilty traveling here.
.. or: the space bees' reunion!!!!!! in a concerning scenario but a reunion nonetheless!!!
Question for you from someone who's not in the RWBY fandom...
Are there Role Reversal fics in this fandom? I see people talking about these characters and their backgrounds, and I wonder "what if Ruby was the older sister and Yang was the silver-eyes warrior?" or "what if Blake was the child of a renowned family and Weiss was the former rebel/terrorist? (not really sure which it is)"
I just really like that type of fic, so it made me wonder 🤔🤔🤔
huuum 🤔🤔 i dont think i've seen something like that before, but im not a suuper prolific fic reader either. if anyone has recommendations help a friend out!!!
Yang thinks it’s weird now, walking around the place that she began to know by heart and noticing how everything is emptier and quieter, people having either left or decided to stay inside their homes, not wanting to set their chairs down in the sidewalks like they used to.
Even though it is a lot less crowded now than it used to be, she feels more seen now, and in an unpleasant way. The purple of her clothes stick out, and people stare, and she doesn’t know if it’s because they pity her and the job she has to keep doing, or if they think she should be gone.
The sky is empty for now, but she keeps thinking about what Blake told her and she can’t help but wonder just how many people share the sentiment of the White Fang that they are the problem. If the number of security guards standing at every entry to the castle is to say anything, it’s not an irrelevant number. And in the end, if a castle is sieged, does it matter to the impostors if the people on their way are knights or stablemen?
or: all good things must come to an end
