#;; LITTLE MISS HEIRESS [Weiss Schnee]

[zexapher]

Sad Weiss Diary - The Heiress Doth Protest

Day 13 of our Sad Weiss Diary and White Knight Month brings us the second day of White Knight Week, Knightmare Nights.

Weiss protests perhaps a tad too much, when confronted with the... suspicious implications of her Knightmare.

Why indeed does Dream Pyrrha take on so many of Weiss's aspects? Wind up taking care of a bunch of cute Schnee children with Jaune? And why was Jaune locked in Weiss's prison of precious things that we know she likes? And more and more! So many curious questions, why not contemplate a few while reading this little analysis of it I made the other day?

Another round of thanks to Akumu Oukoku for their edit, couldn't do all this without them!

Tomorrow's Haven House, be sure to check back in for more Sad Weiss Diary! Keep up with White Knight Week, and maybe put a little something together yourself!

And for the interested, I wrote up a nice little oneshot for yesterday's Beacon Bits prompt, called Heart to Heart. It's a quick read, so feel free to give it a chance.

As always, take a look at the collection I'm putting together for the Sad Weiss Diary, you may have missed an entry or two!

Sad Weiss Diary Collection!

[howlingday]

Lord Taurus

Adam: Hello, ningen~!

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Adam: Ha ha... Your threats are as empty as your title.

Adam: All hail Weiss Schnee, heiress to nothing!

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Adam: Well, well, this could be quite salubrious for me.

Corsac: I'm not sure I...

Fennec: ...know what that means.

Adam: It means "beneficial to one's health and well-being," you dolts!

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Yang: Thanks for the assist, Ozp-AGH!

Adam: ...Oops! How rude of me. The pommel of my sword has slipped into your chest~.

Yang: Heh heh... No problem.

Adam: HURGH!

Yang: Sorry 'bout that. My fist just happened to punch your chest "on accident," too.

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Harriet: It's a simple fact; I'm the fastest member of the Ace Operatives!

Adam: So you're a master of retreat, eh? You must be so proud.

Harriet: (Activates Super-Speed) Get ready for a surprise!

Adam: ...

Harriet: (Running in place) My semblance will allow me to dodge your sinister and nefarious attacks with the greatest of ease! JUST TRY AND HIT ME! (Blinks out)

Adam: ...I'm just going to let that play out.

Harriet: (Attacking Adam, Missing)

Adam: (Backhands Harriet)

Harriet: Rgh! B-But how?!

Adam: That's funny, because I was about to ask the same to you. As in, "But how do you expect such pitiful attacks could do any damage to topple a top tier titan like me?"

Adam: (Grips sword) A grievous insult I intend to pay back tenfold.

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Adam: Is Yang not here yet?

Penny: No, but she's on her way!

Adam: Oh, look at that; the toy robot from Atlas. I remember watching you die on-screen before Cinder took over. I guess the Maiden's powers can bring back both the powerful AND the pathetic!

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Weiss: YOU'RE ACTUALLY MAKING ME HOLD ADAM'S HAND?!

Adam: Heh heh heh... There's nothing for you to be scared of Schnee. I won't bite.

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Adam: Well, well, it seems the woman of the hour has finally arrived! I've been waiting a long time for you! And I see your Schnee friend is with you, too. I would be surprised, but ningen never were good at fighting alone, were they?

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Ruby: Huh? It's you...

Adam: Salutations, ningen~!

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Adam: I remember when Nikos' partner was just a shrimpy, little thing. It's so touching to see boys becoming men.

Jaune: Adrian, stay back!

Adrian: But Uncle Jaune-

Jaune: You don't stand a chance against him, so just leave him to me!

Adrian: (Pouts)

Adam: What tender love~! I can barely stomach it. When I'm done with him, I'll kill the brat, too, so you can hold hands together in Hell. (Blinks out)

Jaune: Huh?!

Adam: (Behind him) NOTHING PERSONAL, KID.

Nora/Ren: JAUNE!

Jaune: AUGH! (Falls to the ground)

Adam: ...I'm sorry, but I don't think you understand how this works. Once you're on the ground and can't move, you're supposed to beg me for mercy! Say you'll do anything to spare your nephew's life!

Jaune: Ngh!

Adam: Come on! Let's hear it, boy! Cry for me! Scream! SOAK YOUR FACE IN TEARS AND TEAR OFF YOUR ARMOR IN FRUSTRATION! AHAHAHAHAHA! Not that I would let you live, but it's all part of the fun for me!

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Pyrrha: (Struggling)

Adam: Oh, I do respect powerful fighters. But there's one other facet to my character, which is...

Adam: THERE'S NOTHING I DESPISE MORE THAN NINGEN.

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Adam: That's it, Xiao Long! Keep getting stronger! Be your best lizard!

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Adam: Care to put her to the test?

Adam: (Draws blade)

Willow: (Shakes head)

SHKT!

Adam: (Sheathes, Ahem)

Adam: ...WINTER, LOOK! IT'S SUCH A TRAGEDY!

Winter: Huh?!

Adam: IT'S YOUR MOTHER! SHE'S BEEN FATALLY WOUNDED BY A STRAY ATTACK!

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Ozpin: There must be something you care about! The White Fang?! Loved ones?! Memories?! Everyone has SOMETHING they want to protect-

Adam: You're pissing me off! I don't care about anything or anyone. Hm... Except for myself, of course.

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Adam: I can't stand the sight of your pitiful, broken faces wearing MY masks...

Adam: (Grips handle)

Blake: (Eyes widen) EVERYONE RUN, NOW!

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Yang: You're definitely not a pushover, that's for sure. If you weren't so evil, you'd actually be a fun sparring partner. What a waste of talent.

Adam: It's exactly that kind of small-minded drivel that makes ningen like you so especially intolerable.

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Adam: WAKE UP! Torture isn't any fun if I can't hear you scream! (Stabs Yang's prone body)

Yang: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

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Adam: Attention, brothers and sisters of the White Fang...

Adam: (Points)

Penny: Huh?!

Adam: I will grant ownership of any human settlement to any one of you who can slice that Atlas toy in half!

Penny: What?!

Adam: Ha ha ha! History repeats, with only certain details that change. And when Xiao Long shows up, she'll give in to her rage again, leaving her wide-open for me cut not just her arm, but her head off, too!

[the-perverse-library]

Ever since Weiss' ass grew three times that day, she has been going away for "training" with Pyrrha and Jaune. However, it was game night and Ruby definitely didn't want her BFF to miss out. The girls of team RWBY might have to fetch Weiss from her sessions.

Ruby could feel herself pouting as she stared at Weiss's empty bunk. Since Yang used that weird bootleg boombox to tease Weiss, the snow-haired Huntress practically spent every waking moment she could with Jaune and Pyrrha. Leaving the little reaper and their friends in the dark to constantly train her body to better handle her ever-growing backside. ...I know she needs it, especially with how massive she's grown... Oooh, I just wish I hadn't sneezed on my first day...

Ruby's thoughts were fuelled by missing her galpal and frustration at the idea of cancelling team RWBY's Faries and Fantasies campaign. Ruby didn't want to throw out her home-brew campaign before she could even run it. The campaign idea was full of tension, comedy, action, and romance! The petite huntress was not going to throw out all her imaginative efforts and wanted to bond with all three of her teammates. Ruby threw herself out of her bed and struck a dramatic pose. "Okay, team! We have to go get Weiss! She has been training way too much with Jaune and Pyrrha!! Her training is preventing us from enjoying Faries and Fantasies! So, let's go save Game Night!!!"

"Yeah! I miss teasing Weisscream. Vomitboy and Pyr-Pyr shouldn't be able to hog her all to themselves." Yang added with a smile. "How else can I get her to judge all my wisecracks?" the blonde brawler looked to Ruby and Blake and did tiny finger guns. "Y'know... because she's an expert on big cracks!"

Blake just rolled her eyes at the awful pun and threw a pillow at the golden blonde. "You're awful!" The faunus stretched as she moved to join her other team members. "But you're right, Ruby; Weiss has been training too much. She hasn't even started on her part of the Grimm Ecology report for Prof. Port, and we haven't been able to practice our team combo moves in almost a week. If we can't show Miss Goodwitch any kind of improvement, she'll ban us from going out on away missions."

Ruby nodded, smacking a fist into her open palm. "To JNPR's dorm room to get our bestie back! For Faries and Fantasies!!!" The little reaper practically exploded out into the hall, Petal Bursting toward their friend's dorm room.

Weiss was in paradise. Right now, in her mind, there were no Grimm, no war on Remnant, not even the vile weasel she called father existed to the heiress. Only two things existed to Weiss Schnee, and they were her Mommy and Daddy. She loved them both with all of her heart and adored them for showering her with attention.

"Would you look at that? Even after becoming wider than every door in Beacon, our angel is still just so flexible." Pyrrha purred as she folded Weiss in half, hooking the blonde into a special harness. The redhead showered the snow-haired Huntress with kisses, pulling mewls and moans from Weiss as she drifted lower and lower down her body. Pyrrha came to a stop at Weiss's sopping wet cunt. "What does our angel want? Does she want Mommy to slurp all over her pretty little pussy?" Pyrrha asked as she kissed up the heiress's thigh, stopping just short of eating Weiss out.

Weiss tried to find her voice, but any word she was going to say melted into a wordless moan as Daddy whipped a hand against her dominating derriere. Feeling his aura surge into her turned her mind to mush as she tried to buck her hips and plant her pussy onto Mommy's face.

"I know!" Jaune rumbled into her ear as he groped and squeezed at every inch of her perfected body. "Our angel has trained hard, and it has become truly perfect." His voice echoed through Weiss and left the pleasure-drunk Huntress a trembling, whimpering mess. "I think our angel wants Mommy to eat her out, to kiss her better." Jaune teasingly said as he stared into Weiss's vacant stare and bucking hips. "I'd say she deserves a reward for working so hard."

Weiss squealed and let out ecstatic screams of bliss as she felt Mommy's lips against her pussy as Daddy drove his big, fat, throbbing cock deep into her ass. Her mind was warm and fuzzy as euphoria and nirvana exploded through her over and over again. She tried to remember her training, rhythmically tightening her muscles to massage and milk Daddy's cock as she tried to resist gushing and squirting all over Mommy and her expert tongue. Her eyes slowly grew vacant as she started to drool all over herself as she focused on impressing her Mommy and Daddy. Weiss had no need for respect or dignity when she was wrapped up in the arms of the people she loved and cherished more than anything in the whole world.

KA-SLAM!!!!!

Jaune, Pyrrha, and Weiss froze up as they watched the door to the JNPR dorm explode open. The shock and surprise of seeing the rest of Team RWBY in their doorway was enough to push the trio into orgasm.

"Jaune! Pyrrha! We demand you give back Wei-AHHH FILTH! FIIIILTH!!!" Ruby yelped out as she collapsed to the floor covering her eyes.

Yang tried to think of something, anything to say as she caught VB, Pyr-Pyr, and Weisscream fucking. But her mind just... froze up as she saw the ecstasy on their faces before they turned to see them.

"Can I watch?" Blake bluntly asked as she plopped down onto Jaune's bed. "I could totally use this in my next Ninjas of Love smutfic!"

Jaune wrapped Weiss, Pyrrha, and himself in a blanket as Paladin and Spartan went completely red in the face. "Why are you all here?! Y-Yang, stop staring! And n-no you can't watch!" The blond shouted, entirely embarrassed at suddenly having an audience.

"Team RWBY was gonna have its game night tonight." Blake answered. "And Ruby wanted Weiss to be there for a game of Faries and Fantasies... Are you sure I can't watch? Like, not even just a little?"

"GET OUT!!!" Pyrrha screamed, hiding her absolutely red face in Jaune's chest.

[adeleine-et-aliae]

The Looking-Glass Poems

by Adeleine et aliae

An informal Epic poem centered around Weiss Schnee, who becomes trapped within a magic mirror in exchange for Ruby Rose slaying the demon in her shadow. All magic has a price, and it is always paid wrong.

Chapter 1: What Hides Beneath

Beyond the looking-glass she peered, Seeking gentler dreams than here, Where all her love could not contain The hateful spurn of Shade’s disdain.

Heiress to the grandest Atlas, Fiefdom of the Vale, Weiss begrudgingly existed Alone, forgotten, shameful.

It was well known in arcane lore That eyes were windows to the soul, But none were feared like those who bore The shadows in their iris whole.

And so it was that Weiss’ stare Could summon shadows from the air. Daughter of scorn, only a child, Her parents cast her out, exiled.

Left to wander ‘cross the land, Seeking love and love's remand, The Shade behind her eyes did smile; Another tear, another mile.

Cov’ring locks of silver hue, Weiss knew that the more she drew Attention to her startling looks, The more she’d be at risk of crooks.

For who would dare befriend a wretch? ‘Twas souls like hers that could be fetched For pretty coins upon the market Of labor, slavery, and pigs dressed in scarlet.

Dressed herself in traveler’s clothes, Weiss wandered deep amidst the rooks Nested in graveyards, Burnt bodies, and books.

The Shadow in her eyes laughed free; The death of knowledge was its glee. But in the ashes, a glimmer of light. Weiss couldn’t help feel a pallor of fright.

Yet still, she was drawn to the light of the sun Reflected by fragments which once had been one; A looking-glass, both shattered and bled, Showed not her reflection, but one Little Red.

At once, Weiss whirled ‘round, For the slavers, she feared, Dressed always in scarlet, They always were near.

“Wait, please don’t go!”

A frantic voice did plead. Weiss looked once again; That mirror, it seemed Was begging her lead.

“What sorcery is this?”

Weiss spoke not with fear, For fear of a mirror Was nothing to the notions Her shadow adhered.

“Are you real?” The Red questioned—

The one in the mirror, Though her voice shook with tears, All the same, did she beckon, Unmistakably clear:

“Please, miss, I beg you. Don’t return me to ash.”

And then came the cackle, That crackle of fear: “Oh, crush her to pieces! And then bring her here!”

‘Twas Shade who had chanted, incanted the leer.

“I am sorry, Reflection. You aren’t safe with me here. My Shade must devour The light which draws near.”

“Please! I must needs have freedom.” “And if that freedom means death?” “Even death is a freedom I will gladly accept.” “You should value your life, however cold it be kept.”

“I have been trapped here for lifetimes! You cannot know how I’ve felt To be without company, Or love, being held.”

Weiss then shed a tear. She knew all too well That a lifetime alone Was certainly hell.

“As you wish.” Weiss reached to the cinders 'Neath the broken old mirror Which housed the poor soul.

Shade gazed hungrily At his soon-to-be feast. “Prepare yourself, m’lady, For the belly of the beast.”

“But first,” from the glass, “May I have your two names? I am Ruby Rose of the Mirror, I am a Daughter of Flame.”

“I am Weiss of the Atlas, Of the fiefdom of Ice. This wretch in mine eyes? I know as Sin and as Vice.”

“Enough! Enough!” Her eyes all but screeched. “Feed me my meal ‘Fore I tear eyelids with teeth!”

A tear fell from White's eye, And Red felt it as rain. “Are you sure? This you want?” “I care not for the pain.”

Slowly, then, the White raised the glass Of the broken old mirror to the glass of her eye. The Daughter of Flame shut tightly her own, Preparing herself for what was to come.

The Shade, with such glee! It greedily obsessed O’er that it possessed And for what it would

Soon come to own.

Tendrils reached for the power Like a delicate flower, For it knew there was magic in tow. It knew perhaps of the mirror,

But as the Flame did draw nearer, She fastened her gaze once again. Eyes of sunlight did bore into tendrils and scored Ancient runes running deep through White’s soul.

Shade shrieked, “You wretch! You infertile pest! You've tricked me! I’ll drag you to hell!”

Weiss had no clue what went wrong, Felt that magics ran strong ‘Tween the forces which Fought for control.

“It was a lifetime!” Red cried, “Of misery and lies! Not one had cared for me so. And now one comes by, tells me not to die?

“I refute thee, Shade of Death’s Throe.”

In a night-binding blast, An earth-shattering crash, Weiss felt her body Burn into ash.

Was it she who was dead? Yet she felt not the dread That surely accompanied so.

It was then that she realized That Red had materialized;

It was she who Lay trapped In the glass.

“What have you done?!” The White cried at the sun.

“I have saved you From more than you know.

“The Shade is now done, Twisted magics foregone, But there is still much. Let us go.”

“Go where?” Weiss asked. Ruby picked up the glass And kissed it With a bump of her nose.

“I fear I did not tell the truth; I knew of the darkness within. There was one chance to free your soul From madness, despair, and nightmares untold.”

“But who are you?” Weiss asked.

“I am Ruby Rose. I am the Fire Within. And with all of my heart, I thank you, dear friend.”

“Must I be trapped here as you were? Must a lifetime be spent 'Fore I too may repent?”

“You’ve no need to do so. I’ve erased you of sin. But all magic has a price; You now pay yours within.”

“I did not ask for magic.” Weiss wondered at the fabrics Of woven glass Which held her astow.

“No. You asked for death. Your eyes told me so.”

“Then are you to leave me? Or crush me and go?”

The Daughter of Flame gave a smile. “I’ll do nothing so vile. The price to be paid was Meant to be mine.

“But the Shadow, most foul, Deserved not your fair crown.

"I had meant to seal it, imprisoned, In the glass sheet envisioned For the likes of such monstrous wiles.

"Yet so long ago, building Chain and the lock, I'd forgotten to which side I’d belonged.”

“I'd completed the prison, Yet with no foul decision Had found myself Trapped all alone.”

With a wave of her hand, Broken pieces did mend. “Alas, were you now free to go…”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” with a smile, “We must needs make travel, For you did not deserve what's been sown.”

[vecnawrites]

A Slimy Perversion, Chapter 2: Harriet's Possession

Harriet Bree was out and about, and unfortunately, she managed to catch the attention of a certain slime...

Harriet Bree was steaming. She hated her job at times, working for the Schnee Family. Okay, the mother and two daughters weren’t too bad, but the father and son...the less said, the better, to be honest.

That didn’t mean it was all sunshine and rainbows, though, since Weiss, the middle child of the Schnee family, had asked her to go and pick up something that she had neglected to earlier in the day, and it was too late for her to be out.

Leaving Harriet walking in a rage. Sure, she wasn’t at any risk of being attacked with her training, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to be going around and fucking about in this part of town at this time of night!

“I don’t know why the hell do I have to come out to this part of town, at this hour, simply because little miss full of herself can’t be bothered to do it herself or, I don’t know, ask someone to go earlier in the day!?” she growled out in a rage as she headed for the small little bookshop that the girl had ordered some risque novels from.

She wasn’t shaming the girl, she had a vibrator and several web pages secretly bookmarked on her scroll for her own enjoyment, but Harriet did not appreciate being made to come out near nine at night to go and pick up porn novels for a repressed white haired heiress!

As she stalked down the street, she was so angry that she failed to notice the figure peeking out of the alleyway next to her, looking at her, their form radiating interest.

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Neo followed her new prey, seeing how stuck up and no nonsense the woman seemed to be, making her perfect for her next meal~

Creeping along behind her, she found her target walking into a bookstore, making her pause, knowing that her newest vessel would be coming out soon enough. She knew that the stores would be closing soon enough. So she settled into wait.

It wasn’t long before the mocha skinned woman came out, still scowling as she held a wrapped package underneath her arm as she walked down the street, leaving her to follow slowly and carefully behind her.

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After some time, she watched as her prey stop at a health food store and pull buy one of those disgustingly healthy shakes that athletes and health nuts drank, bringing it out and sitting down, cracking it open and taking a deep drink.

Neo smirked. Perfect. Now she just needed her distracted for a few moments…

Brrrrriiiinnnnggg!

As though the very world itself was on her side, the woman’s scroll rang, making her set her drink down with an agitated look as she pulled it out, her face pinching in anger as she opened it.

“Hello?” she asked, her voice tense, meaning that it was Neo’s time to shine. She crept forwards, hearing faint chatter through the scroll, hearing the woman growl as she collapsed her form and slipped closer, moving up and slipping up and into her half empty drink, compressing herself as she absorbed the liquid and allowed herself to meld with it, going completely invisible to the naked eye.

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Harriet sighed angrily, rubbing her nose and pinching it between her fingers. “Yes, princess, I picked up your raunchy books on time. I’m on my way back now.” she half listened to the sputtered excuses, before she sighed. “Give me twenty minutes and I’ll be back and you can read these and rub yourself silly as you go to sleep. Be back soon.” huffing, Harriet closed her scroll, knowing that she’d likely get ‘threatened’ when she saw the heiress next, though she knew that it wouldn’t be serious.

Sighing, she knew that she better hurry, so she grabbed her protein shake and knocked it back, throat bobbing as she swallowed the thick mixture, a small part of her thinking that it seemed thicker than normal, but passed it off as stress.

Standing, she tossed the empty container into the trash next to her and grabbed the package of books before she started making her way back to the Schnee family manor, completely unaware of what now rested in her belly...what was slowly working it’s way through her stomach lining and into the rest of her body.

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After getting a cute ‘threat’ from a flustered and highly embarrassed Weiss, one that Harriet was highly amused by, the mocha skinned woman made her way back to her room and started changing for an early night. She was feeling rather hot for some reason, and forwent her pajamas, standing in her room in only her cotton panties, showing off her lithe, slim body to the nonexistent eyes in her room.

Falling back onto her bed, Harriet smirked a bit as her tits jiggled lightly, wondering why she felt so warm.

She debated getting under her blanket, but the mere thought of being underneath it made her cringe as she lay back, closing her eyes and doing her best to fall asleep. Everyone knew better than to come into her bedroom unannounced, so it wasn’t like she was going to give anyone a show.

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Harriet Bree’s nearly nude body tossed and turned on her bed, her brow furrowed as she sweat profusely, her body shining with sweat under the dim light of the moon.

As the clock struck midnight, Harriet’s eyes opened, her eyes having changed, one of the a lighter shade of pink than normal, the other a chocolate brown, her lips pulling up in a wicked smirk as she hopped up off the bed, amused at the lack of jiggle her body had.

Strutting over to the mirror that was placed by the closet, Neo looked over her newest vessel with a critical eye, frowning at how small her tits were, how flat and muscled her ass was. And the less said about her style of undergarments, the better! Gray cotton? Outrageous!

But her looks could easily be rectified with a little help from her. Focusing, she started using her powers, breaking muscle fibers back down into fat and starting to move it around to help the body become something that people would lose their cool over!

Slowly, her vessel’s ass went from firm and toned to soft, plump, and jiggly, the panties that had been modestly cupped to it now visibly straining to hold the new bulk contained within, even being somewhat visible from the front.

Pushing her vessel’s chest out, possessed lips pulled into a smirk as her breasts began to swell, the small mounds ballooning outwards, getting fatter and more plump, growing several cup sizes in mere minutes, the mass filling them taken from her previously toned abdominal muscles and the excess fat attached to her sides, giving her body a noticeable hourglass figure.

A final touch was her lips plumping out, becoming much more prominent, kissable...cock sucking worthy.

Taking a new look over her vessel’s body, Neo smirked as she groped the woman’s brand new fat tits, smiling as she shuddered at the sensitivity, before glancing further down between her legs.

Seeing the unflattering panties stretched tightly against her mound, her face scrunched up in distaste as she reached down and ripped them clean off her body, tossing the offending garment away, giving her plump bare pussy an appraising look before turning around and sticking her new ass towards the mirror, giving it a wiggle and a shake, before popping her hips, smirking as the fat cheeks clapped against one another with the sound of a gunshot in the small bedroom.

Standing, she nodded to herself; her new vessel was to her satisfaction. But now? Her lips twisted into a devious smirk. Now it was time for her vessel to make a name for herself~

Opening her closet, she was annoyed that the woman had very little in what amounted to ‘sexy’ wear. Multiple versions of the outfit she had been wearing when she had gotten into her were hanging up in the closet, leaving her scowling as she looked at the row of identical clothes.

Opening her dresser, she was similarly disgusted at the lack of sexy underwear. Sports bras and cotton granny panties? She huffed, shutting the drawers in disgust.

She’d have to modify...her eyebrows shot upwards as she saw an outfit that was outright casual in the back. A tank top, suspenders, and miniskirt. It looked perfectly adequate and covering...if her vessel had it’s old proportions.

With a wicked smirk, she snagged it and began to dress. No underwear of course, if she had wanted underwear, she should have been like her last vessel and kept some sexy and slutty underwear in stock! But since all she had was annoying and boring ‘modest’ ones, she was going to give a lot of lucky people a wonderful show!

Taking a look at herself again in the mirror, Neo grinned. The entire underside of her vessel’s new tits were out, as well as the underside of her areola, the darker shade of brown teasingly visible, along with the whole of her trim belly and perfect hourglass figure.

The miniskirt was barely hanging on to her wide hips, a bountiful shelf of ass visible, the skirt itself barely covering half her ass cheeks, and anyone barely glancing down would see the entirety of her pussy visible to their eyes.

Striking a sexy pose, Neo blew a kiss to the mirror and turned around and walked towards the door, swinging her hips, opening it and stepping out, ready to make sure that Harriet Bree would be very well known by morning!

[softly-potter]

White Rose in Bloom Event - Day 4

Day Four of Whiterose week!❄️hope you enjoy.

@whiterose-fans-blog

Word count: 392

Warning: none

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“Do I have to wear this?”

Before turning to look at her daughter, Weiss pinches the bridge of her nose. Getting Snow and Summer dressed in the morning is always a challenge but she really didn’t have the energy today.

“Why don't you ask your mom?” Weiss says, cocking an eyebrow. It is Ruby's turn to try and corral their twins.

“Ask me what?” Ruby pokes her head into the bedroom, dark hair swishing around her neck. Weiss gives her partner a disgruntled expression and Ruby giggles before settling on the bed beside her, and holding up the disregarded dress.

“Do you like my dress mommy?” Summer asks, and she fluffs the dark red material under her baby smooth hands. Snow sticks out her tongue and frowns, the expression so close to Weiss’s that it makes Ruby snicker.

“I love it, Sum,” Ruby hums, and pinches the little girl's cheek. “And I think Snow would look just as pretty as her sister if she were to get dressed too.”

Ruby lifts the dress and Snow grunts in frustration, but holds her hands up nonetheless. With a laugh, ruby slips the dress onto the girl and Weiss straightens out the wrinkles in the material.

“All ready?” Weiss asks, standing and smoothing out her own dress. Ruby grabs her hand, squeezing lightly before pressing a kiss to Weiss’s knuckles.

“You look beautiful,” Ruby murmurs. “Like an angel.”

Weiss rolls her eyes before she tugs her hand away, but ruby doesn't miss the way her cheeks flush.

As the family approaches the studio, Snow charges ahead, her short legs taking her only a little ways forward.

“She is stubborn.” Weiss murmurs as Ruby holds open the door. Ruby snickers, her hand on the small of Weiss's back as they enter.

“Then she’s definitely your daughter.”

As the photographer begins to pose them, Ruby takes in the expressions of her girls. Weiss, with her high ponytail and pale skin is the vision of perfection. Summer, with her silver eyes and round cheeks looks like the younger version of the grandmother she would never meet, and beside her, Snow is almost a digital copy of the Heiress to the Schnee dust company. Ruby couldn’t be more grateful, and as the photographer begins to snap the pictures, she smiles as wide as her love for them would allow.

[magentacat]

RWBY Hellspawn AU Pt. 1: Meetings

Note: I don't know if this is going to be a full-blown AU, or just a scene I needed to get out of my system. Either way, enjoy the concept, and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated

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As Yang left in the distance with her friends, Ruby stood there, unsure how to feel. One one hand, she was intimidated by her first day at Beacon, had no idea what she was doing, and didn't want to face it alone.

But on the other hand, keeping her secret a secret has been very challenging with Yang refusing to leave Ruby out of her sight for more than five minutes.

Ruby couldn't blame her. If Yang had disappeared for months and mysteriously came back in the middle of the city, she also would be unable to left her side either. She smiled at seeing Yang able to leave her side and be herself again.

Also, the sun shone bright in the sky, meaning that keeping things under control was far easier than under a cloudy weather, or worse, at night. So, at least she had that going on for her.

It was going to be a great--

"What are you doing?!" A girl dressed entirely in white called out as Ruby, distracted in her own thoughts, ran into the luggage cat, falling into it and scrambling its content.

"Uh, sorry!" Ruby raised a hand, both apologetic, but also trying to hold herself.

The surprise almost made her loose her cool, worsened as the white-clad girl kept reprimanding Ruby about her luggage, and dust, and other stuff she couldn't hear anymore. She needed to get away from that stress and quick.

"Look, I'm really sorry," Ruby said after unclenching her teeth, raising her arms defensively, sitting on the floor. "Miss..."

"Schnee, isn't it? Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, one of the largest producers of energy propellant in the world." Another voice joined them, defusing the discussion by taking Weiss' focus from Ruby, who hunched over trying to remain calm.

"Finally!" Weiss put her arms on her hips with pride. "Some recognition!"

"The same company infamous for running Faunus slave labor for decades." The new girl, wearing black and white with a pith black bow that blended with her jet black hair walked over them, handing Weiss a vial of red dust that had dropped.

Ruby could feel the aggression coming from both girls, outright bracing herself for what looked like a fight would break between the two. But thankfully, after huffing a couple of half-worsd of indignation, Weiss just took her vial and walked off as a group of servants finished picking up her luggage from around Ruby.

With the emotions calming down, Ruby could finally look up. she wanted to thank the other girl, but she was also walking off.

She sighed, exhausted. Even with the sun holding the worst of it back, it was a strain to keep everything down under the stress. Worse if there were negative emotions around her. And being yelled at, followed by a discussion about slavery and racism did not help at all.

After she could finally breathe steadily, Ruby sighed again. She was ready to get up from the floor when a gloved hand appeared in front of her.

"Hey… I'm Jeanne."

Ruby looked up. It was the tall girl who threw up on the ship, leaning over and smiling at her.

"Thanks, I--" But as soon as their hands touched, everything got out of control.

The process wasn't painful. In a way, each time it happened, Ruby felt it more and more a second nature than anything else. Still, she felt the suit starting to creep over her skin, covering what little skin was still exposed while the rest of her clothes came to life, changing shape and colors, chains appearing around her waist. Even her riding hood changed, extending into a full-body cape that flared behind her back.

Finally, Ruby's face was covered by black, before showing two white marks over her silver eyes, now flaring up with a greenish glow.

"I can explain!" She said as she got up as quick as possible, still holding Jeanne's hand. But when she looked at the new girl, there was something different with her too.

"Yeah..." Jeanne said, her voice reverberating a bit from under the golden helm that was now covering her entire head. "I think we need to talk."

Ruby noticed a glow coming from Jeanne's chest, where a spectral-looking ankh was glowing in the air.

--

RWBY Hellspawn AU Pt. 2: Talk

RWBY Hellspawn AU Pt. 3: Light

[novankenn]

Shock & Awe (4)

When Yang awoke the next morning, her body was still a little stiff, but it was tolerable. Rolling over she prepared to call out to her "room-mate" only to fine her or him gone.

"Figures" Yang snorted as she climbed out of bed, and chose to use the attached bathroom for a quick shower. "The hot water should get rid of the kinks."

/=/

Jaune was annoyed and getting aggravated. So far everyone he ran into called out to him as if he was a young woman, and laughed or made "comments" when he corrected them. He was quickly getting to the point of wanting to give the next person to do so a good health shock.

"Hey! Watch it!"

"Sorry." Jaune replied as he stepped back from the pair of young women he had inadvertently walked up upon. Turning slightly he prepared to make his way around them, only to be stopped by a small hand grabbing him by the arm.

"Apologize properly!" snapped the short white haired girl.

"Weiss she already did."

"No she didn't!" Weiss stated flatly, "She mumbled something, and tried to walk away. She need to clearly say she's sorry."

"Excuse me?" Jaune's temper was getting shorter and shorter.

"Do you know who we are?"

"Should I?" Jaune snapped back while yanking his arm free of Weiss grip. "Cause all I see is a pair of entitled, smug, my shit don't stick bitches."

"How..." Weiss flinched as if she had been physically assaulted. "... dare you!"

'Weiss it's okay." the red-haired girl spoke, trying to deescalated the situation.

"It's NOT okay!" Weiss then proceeded to actually poke Jaune in the center of his chest. "You should know I am Weiss Schnee, Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, and this is Pyrrha Nikos... the FOUR-TIME Mistrailian Champion! So mind your manners, and apologize properly!"

"I don't care who you are." Jaune snapped back. and small arc of electricity moving along the bangs of his hair. "I don't know who you are, and you can throw all the fancy titles you want about... they mean nothing!"

"Weiss enough!" Pyrrha snapped. "I'm sorry for her, miss..."

"I'm not a miss. I'm a Mister." Jaune growled, the Arc of electricity becoming more evident. "The name is Jaune Arc... now sorry if I interrupted you little whatever it was... now excuse me."

"I'm..." Pyrrha started to say only to stop as Jaune stalked off, obviously by his posture intent on ignoring anything further.

"That..."

"Oh stuff it Weiss." Pyrrha snapped.

"Pyrrha?"

"It was a simple accident, and YOU blew it out of proportion." Pyrrha gave Weiss a glare of annoyance. "Now I have preparations to make. Excuse me."

/=/

"Making friends GB?" Yang snickered as she happened to catch the back end of Jaune's encounter with the short white-haired girl and tall red-head.

"Whatever Boob-zilla." Jaune huffed as he stood before Yang, his arms crossed over his chest. "What do you want?"

"Just a heads up."

"About?"

"After this initiation is over." Yang moved forward and poked Jaune in the chest just above his crossed arms. "You and me are going to have a rematch..."

"Fine." Jaune replied, "I'm looking forward to dropping you again."

"As if."

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[scham-wcan]

“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.” Feels on brand for WhiteRose almost to the point of being cliche. And it kinda works in either direction? Maybe in a post-training moment where they haven't quite confessed feelings yet.

“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”

This got a little long, hope you enjoy it!!

It had been a tedious morning, a stretch of sleep nights in a bed so foreign to her even with weeks now of being precariously balanced beneath a hanging death trap called a ‘bunk bed’ in the loosest sense of the title; and Weiss could feel the debt of sleep weigh on her very bones.

Each walk down the halls of the residency of Beacon Academy felt like a nauseating shore, she had been a night owl for as long as she could remember, so these mornings were growing all the more laborious.

Awake at five am, clean herself the best she could, train personally at five thirty, make self proper again for the morning’s class at seven. It was during the first row with one of the training dummies that her ‘partner’ arrived.

“Weiss!” The sickening scent of sweetness and sugar blasted forth towards the Heiress, all but drowning out her caffeinated morning breath in a wash of red petals. “I thought I’d find you here! You’ve been doing extra work on us!” Ruby beamed with excitement.

Forcing herself to avoid shouting at the wailing yells this early, Weiss forced herself to keep true to her promise. “W-well how else would you expect me to keep being the best teammate you could have??” She muttered in panic, her rapier clinking slightly as it served as a slight lean for her.

Though Ruby, whether she spotted the momentary hesitation or not, whipped quickly to her partner’s words. “Aww, Weiss you don’t need to do extra to do that.” And with those simple words, Weiss seemed flummoxed beyond belief—barely noticing as the hour she had planned of extra work turned to two of just her and Ruby.

There movements and attacks flowing in tandem with perfect violence, Schnee glyph in hand with splashes of petals trouncing the poor dummy target dummy in a tidal wave.

When all was done, the pair were smacked down by the weight of aching legs and gravity in the middle of the sparring mat. Breathing deeply in panted huffs, as their shoulders slumbered against one another; another ounce of energy to move them apart near impossible.

“I think…” Ruby heaved, smiling still through the heaving of her chest. “I think we make a good team, Weiss.”

Swallowing down her earlier coffee, forcibly, Weiss nodded. “I would.. bleh, I would have to agree, Ruby.” Splashes of red dotted her face, she couldn’t quite tell if they were remnant petals, the tire of their exercise, or perhaps something more.

“You know.. Yang always said you fought a little rigid.” Chuckling slightly as she flummoxed with her sleeves, Ruby shook her head. “I honestly can’t see it.”

The weight on her shoulders seemed only to grow as Weiss did not even attempt to fight her lean. “I just feel a little calmer…” Weiss’ head landing on Ruby’s shoulder was enough to silence the heaving breaths from the now completely red reaper, “When I’m… with you…” The final words coming out with an intermingled snore, at worst only laboured, before turning into something cheekily nasally.

“W-Weiss?!” Ruby began to panic, though would dare not move the sleeping beauty. “We’re—crap—We’re going to miss Miss Glynda’s class! Weiss?!”

[superiorsturgeon]

Schnarkos: Revelations

Weiss: *wearing an elegant blue dress* Thanks for agreeing to come with me to this SDC function, Pyrrha. Without you and Jaune here I don’t know if I would have come…

Pyrrha: *wearing an elegant dress trimmed with gold* Of course, sweetie. We’re always here to support you. Though I hope Jaune arrives soon…

Jacques: Good evening, daughter. So glad you could make time to attend and support the family business!

Weiss: *under her breath* Oh, gods…

Weiss: Good evening, father. Allow me to introduce Pyrrha Nikos, my girlfriend.

Jacques: Ah! The champion herself! We were so pleased to hear that Weiss was dating a woman of your stature! *takes her hand* Could I impose on you to join us later for a photo?

Pyrrha: It’s…nice to meet you, Mister Schnee. *awkwardly shaking hands*

Weiss: And my boyfriend Jaune should be along soon as well…

Jacques: *talking over Weiss* I hope that now that Weiss is settling down we will see more of her in Atlas. It seems more proper for the SDC heiress to spend time close to home!

Pyrrha: *uncomfortable* Um, I see…

Jacques: We were all supportive of her decision to go off and attend Beacon, of course, but we’re looking forward to-

*disturbance occurs across the ballroom*

Jacques: Now what could that be?

Atlas Elites: *murmuring and staring*

Whitley: *pulls Weiss aside* Sister, I need your help RIGHT NOW.

Weiss: Whitley, what’s wrong?

Whitley: *puts his hands on Weiss’s shoulders* Someone just arrived. Someone BEAUTIFUL! A blonde angel in the most perfect, pure white! I only caught a glimpse from behind, but I need your help talking to her!

Weiss: Uh…okay, I suppose…

Whitley: There she is now! *points*

Weiss: *follows Whitley’s finger and immediately recognizes the blonde in the dress* Oh, dear…

Whitley: *slowly blushing as his eyes travel up long, shapely legs* I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful…

Whitley: I must meet her! *hurries forward*

Weiss: Whitley, wait-!

Whitley: Excuse me, miss! My name is Whitley Schnee. Are you enjoying yourself at my family’s party? I hope you might do me the honor of a dance?

Jaune: *turns around, causing his skirt to twirl elegantly* 🙂?

Whitley: 😧

Jaune: Oh, hey! You’re Weiss’s little brother right? Nice to meet ya! *wraps Whitley in Arc hug™️*

Whitley: 😳?!?! So warm…?!

Jacques: What is going on here? Whitley, do you know this…person?!

Whitley: *face squeezed against Jaune’s chest* 😖 I…? 🥵

Jaune: You’re Weiss’s dad, right? Nice to meet you! Sorry for being late, I had trouble getting my dress zipped in the back. 😁 *holds out a hand while continuing to hug Whitley*

Jacques: *speechless*

Weiss: …Father, brother, this is Jaune, our boyfriend.

Pyrrha: *gives Jaune a kiss on the cheek and pries open his arms to release Whitley* Jaune, you don’t have to wear a dress to every fancy event!

Jaune: 😅 I know, but you and Weiss always say you like how it looks, so I figured I’d dress up for my girlfriends!

Jacques: This…is your boyfriend…?!

Whitley: I’m attracted to my sister’s boyfriend?! Wearing a dress?!?! 🤯

Weiss: *links her arm with Jaune’s* This is Jaune Arc, my boyfriend and Pyrrha’s. We met at Beacon where he was the leader of his team.

Jaune: 😁

Jacques: …I see…*ignores Jaune’s hand*

Jacques: …I suppose it’s understandable that you would go slumming while away.

Jaune: What’s slumming?

Pyrrha: 😡 How dare y-

Weiss: *steps between her father and her tall boyfriend/girlfriend*

Weiss: 😈 *gently taps her glass with a spoon to draw everyone’s attention*

Weiss: Attention, everyone! I’ve noticed that some here have been watching my boyfriend Jaune Arc since he arrived. May I have a show of hands for those who find mister Arc attractive in his dress?

Atlas Elites: 🙋‍♂️🙋

Whitley: 😣 🤚

Jacques: *sputtering in indignation*

Weiss: And how many people here are also attracted to my girlfriend Pyrrha Nikos, champion athlete and Vytal tournament winner?

Atlas Elites: 🙋‍♂️🙋

Whitley/Winter: 😣🤚

Jacques: *enraged sputtering intensifies*

Weiss: *wraps arms around Pyrrha and Jaune’s waists* Thank you for inviting us to the party, father, but I’m afraid we have someplace to be! *turns to Pyrrha/Jaune* Shall we?

Jaune/Pyrrha/Weiss: *turn together to walk away*

Pyrrha: 😡 🖕

Jaune: 🙂 👋 Thanks for inviting us! See you at the next holiday party!

Weiss: 😉 *swaying her hips and strutting between her two tall muscular partners as Schnarkos trio make their exit*

Jaune: Uhh…Weiss? Your hand is sliding down to my-

Weiss: Don’t worry, Jaune, I’m just making sure everyone knows which Schnee is most successful in life. 😈

Jacques: …

Whitley: 🥵 Am I attracted to men?!

Winter: 🥲 Weiss has done so much better than the rest of us…

Atlas Elites: 😧 *staring at Jaune/Pyrrha in their respective dresses, escorting tiny ice princess out the door*

Willow: *sniffles* I’m so proud/jealous of my daughter!

[ironwoodprotectionsquad]

no rwby just continues to endorse classim laced genocide & racial oppression. looking at you miss weiss "i'm going to disown my abusive father but not the name & company built on vacuoan blood & environmental terrorism. in fact i will *continue* to not only show off my family's symbol that was in fact branded into a faunus' slave's face but i will flaunt my wealth & do very little to deal with the class divide in my home country beyond a paltry claim to the poor ghetto" schnee

don't think you got off scott free miss blake "i'm a borderline princess / heiress who lives in a mansion on an island ethnostate my parents rule with little to no democracy in sight & a clear class disparity between our family & the rest of the citizens. as well as us being the sole self appointed leaders of the civil rights movement for our people that will essentially blame them for being oppressed & tell them to just ask for rights nicely from the abusive, racist humans!" belladonna.

but sure, james is the problem here anon lmao

Seriously though. The writing of the racism plot line it’s uh…..it’s a thing. That exists. And is extremely harmful and shines a light on CRWBY’s own racist views and ideologies and a lack of care to understand the various movements for equality throughout history and what pushed people to do what they did.

Their are just so many missed opportunities within RWBY to actually handle these topics well but CRWBY doesn’t care about that. They don’t want to handle these topics with the care and nuance they deserve because doing so would make them uncomfortable and make them question their worldviews and how they treat people different from them and they don’t want to deal with that. They don’t want to face the fact that they might be sexist and racist and ableist. They would rather pretend they aren’t the problem and pretend a cartoon character they forced to do the things he did is the problem because they know their fans will eat it up.

[fat-hedonistic-hogs]

Kali accidentally letting out a semblances powered fart that causes several girls to completely lose their bowel controls.

Kali hadn't meant to unleash havoc on beacon academy... The lovely lunch lady had simply found a catch song and decided to listen to it while she worked on the days lunch. As she cooked her hips slowly began to move and eventually her ass along with them! Bouncing and wobbling, twerking along to the beat she'd hum and sing along to the catchy melody her semblance forgotten about even as the movements began to loosen her bowels.

It wasn't until a thick bassy toot left her dimpled ass that she paused, a scarlet blush across her face as she realized what she had unleashed. A rumbling explosive fart that spread across campus with a rolling fog of corrupting power. The first affected was Miss Goodwitch. Glynda was lecturing her class when the affects kicked in. A loud fart even one as rancid as Kali's wasn't anything strange at beacon. So she went about her lesson as normal ignoring the smell until her belly began to rumble.

"And that class is how early huntsman discovered gaining weight could increase one's aura reser-FLRRROOOOPPPPOOOOOOOOOT! OH MY GOODNESS!" Glynda gasped as her ass erupted like a volcano blowing a hole clean through her panties from the force of her flatulence and sending her skirt fluttering. A near minute long symphony of gas followed with Glynda dismissing the class while she hurried to the restroom farting every step of the way.

The next was Weiss, the prissy ice queen sat in the library quietly reading to herself. Slowly but surely she'd succumb to Kali's influence and little by little her belly would grow agitated. She'd try and hide it by coughing, or scooting a chair but little could be done once the poor heiress was clutching her belly trying not to have an accident infront of her fellow classmates. "Stupid bean burritos! Why did Yang have to challenge me to that stupid contest! I really gotta go... maybe Noone will notice?" Weiss groaned as her stomach trouble reached unbearable levels of discomfort. Getting up from her chair she slowly waddled to the back of the library careful to clench her cheeks as she moved letting out only faint little toots along her way. Squating down the schnee made sure Noone was around before she did her business. Muffled farts followed by low crinkles filled the air as she soiled her schnee dust company branded padding. Her padded undergarments sagged and bulged drooping down between her knees as she turned the ruffled white plastic brown with the sheer volume of her mess. While the princess may had thought she was being sneaky everyone saw what she was doing. It was hard not to when she was blasting out tuba like farts every second. A sly student event recorded her messy deed in full from her squaring down to the relieved almost orgasmic look on her face as she emptied her gut into her pants.

"Much better... Noone saw a thing!" Weiss thought to herself as she proudly waddled off to the nurse's office for a change, her beanbag sized diaper dragging behind her as she continued blasting rancid butt burps in between sways of her wide bottom.

Last but not least was Nora who was in the gym lifting weights working on her bulky strong fat body. Unfortunately Pyrrha was scouting her and positioned right behind the bottom heavy valkyrie with her face dangerously close to her sweaty ass which just so happened to be peaking out of Nora's workout shorts.

"Aw yeah! I'm feeling the BURN! MAMA IS GONNA SET A RECORD!" Nora yelled pumping herself up as she squared down massive dumbell In her hands and belly squeezing against the floor. This was enough to burst the floodgates and a titanic fart of epic proportions was unleashed! As if a bomb went off the entire gym shook and rattled, a foul syrup scented wind rushed across the campus mixing with Kali's own fishy stench.

"BRRRRAAAAP!"

Poor Pyrrha took the most of it and at point blank range. Her hair frazzled and blown back from the blast spraying her with Nora's pungent ass sweat. It clung to her body and stained her uniform with a potent aroma which wouldn't wash out easily. She fainted on the spot and as Nora finished her set and looked back the orange haired titan simply chuckled.

"Oops! My bad Pyrrha. I guess breakfast went right through me!" Nora chuckled planting her ass on the ground and letting out a sigh of relief before another bout of gas hit her. Leaning a meaty ass cheek to the side she cropdusted the gym again spreading her rancid gas even further.

And as all over campus various students and teachers erupted into geysers of flatulence and stink only one thing was on their minds. "Man I could really use some food..." and just on time the lunch bell rang...

[howlingday]

Weiss's rapier clattered along the metal floor as she was knocked away. The White Fang brute stalked closer, revving his chainsaw in no doubt a sick, twisted delight in seeing her cower. She edged further away, but then hit the door. Cornered with Myrtenaster out of reach, she did the one thing she had left she could do.

"DADDY!"

Weiss sobbed, fountains of tears pouring down her face as she wailed. The brute laughed, stopping to catch his breath. He stepped forward, his fanged maw wide with glee.

"Jacques Schnee's blood money can't save you this time." He raised his chainsaw high, ready to deal the killing blow. Suddenly, he doubled over as a horrible screeching sound erupted behind him. Turning, he saw the door to the subway car bend and buckle under great force as a hand tore it open.

Once open wide enough, a young man stepped. He had blonde hair and was wearing a white breastplate over his chest. His blue eyes were wild with fury.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing!" The intruder responded.

"Daddy!" Weiss cheered. The brute turned to her, making her flinch. "Daddy, help me!"

"Is this a joke?" The brute laughed. "Because it's hilarious! To think the Schnee heiress would whore herself to a scrawny twig of a human!"

The young man began stepping forward, his shoes hitting the metal floor with rage. The joke no longer funny, the brute swung at the human. Faster than he seemed, the brute missed and swung again.

The young man got into the brute's guard and slammed his forearm, halfway to his elbow, into the brute's abdomen. Retching, the brute staggered, but was unable to retaliate as his arm was broken, forcing him to drop his chainsaw.

As the brute fell to his knees, screaming, he looked up to see the baneful eyes of the young man, before his fist cracked into his mask.

"Are you okay, pumpkin?" Jaune asked tenderly as he wiped her cheek.

"Y-Yeah, I'm okay, Daddy." She replied with a smile.

"Good. Where are your sisters?"

"They're right behind me. They're trying to stop the train."

Looking outside, Jaune understood the situation. He nodded, then helped her up. "Okay, get Myrtenaster and help your sisters. I'm stopping the train."

"Okay, Daddy. I love you."

Jaune chuckled and tousled her hair. "I love you, too, Pumpkin. Now get going."

Yang groaned as she woke up. The last thing she remembered was seeing her mom walk through a portal. Before that was a hazy blur of pain. She opened her eyes to see a familiar face. "Hey, Pops." She croaked.

"Hey, kiddo." Jaune replied. "You enjoy your nap?"

"No." She grunted trying to stand up.

"Woah, woah, easy." Jaune helped her to her feet, then walked her towards the control panel beyond the door. Inside, he set her down in a chair, then began setting to work following the procedures for engaging the emergency brakes. He spoke into the intercom. "Uh, attention, all hands, uh, emergency brakes are about to be set, so, uh, 'set' yourself on down and buckle up!"

Yang chuckled. "That was horrible." As he sat down, he helped her buckle in, before doing so himself. "How are the girls?"

"Your sisters are fine." He answered without looking at her. "Ruby is with Doctor Oobleck, and Weiss and Blake are fighting that Roman guy."

"Are they winning?"

"They will be." He placed a hand on the emergency brake. "This is gonna hurt, though."

Shouting. Roaring. Gunfire. Real fire. It was all a blur to Roman. He groaned as he pulled himself from the rubble of the wreckage. No sign of the catgirl or her white friend, so that was a plus. With the cacophony of battle outside, he could easily slip away. He just had to climb out this hatch and-

"Hi." A pair of hands grabbed Roman and hoisted him up with ease. "You must be Roman." He was sent careening to the ground as heis vision was briefly blurred by pain and a fist. "I've been wanting to meet you for months now! My girls talk a lot about you."

"Girls- What?" Roman asked as he stood up.

"My daughters. My little angels you keep trying to kill."

"No offense, Gramps, but maybe if you taught those brats better, they-" Roman stopped as he saw the blond teenager standing in front of him with his arms crossed and his chest puffed. "Who the hell are you?"

"Jaune Arc, Huntsman-in-Training at Beacon," he answered, "and proud father of 'those brats.' So let me ask you now; who the hell are you?"

Me? Can't you tell?" Roman gestured to himself. "I'm the world's greatest criminal mastermind, Roman Torchwick!"

"You seem more like a thug who's too full of himself."

"Care to test that, Daddy Dearest?" Roman aimed Melodic Cudgel at him. One shot should do it.

"No," he pointed past Roman with a lazy gesture with his index finger, "I know they can do it better than me."

"Don't sell yourself short, Pops!"

"You're more than a match for him, Daddy!"

"We appreciate you letting us do this, though, Father."

"Dad, how far is too far here?"

"You're the heroes, sweetie!" The boy called back. "Do what you think is best!" He then chuckled. "Good luck, Roman, you're going to need it."

"Good night, Ruby." Jaune kissed her forehead, standing on their dresser to reach her top bunk. "Sweet dreams!"

"Good night, Dad." Ruby yawned.

Jaune stepped down, then knelt down to Weiss's bed. He kissed her forehead, then caressed her face. "Are you going to be okay, sweetie? Today was kind of intense."

"I'll be fine, Daddy." Weiss replied.

"Well, if you need me, I'm across the hall. Okay?"

Weiss yawned. "Okay."

Jaune turned around to Blake and Yang's bunks. He climbed the dresser and found Blake reading one of her books. She quickly shut the book and hid it under her pillow.

"Blake," Jaune chuckled, "you can still read your book. Just don't stay up too late."

Blake blushed. "R-Right. I'm sorry, Father." Jaune leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Good night, Father."

"Good night, Blake. Don't stay up too late." He climbed down and found Yang sitting on the edge of her bed. She had a cheeky look on her face. "What did you do now?"

"What? Can't a girl be happy to see her old man?"

"She can, but when you do, there's something suspicious about it."

"No, no, nothing suspicious!" She then climbed in bed and crawled under her covers. "G'night, Pops!"

"Good night, Yang." He leaned forward, but was met with a pie in the face. She laughed uproariously at the display, Jaune scowling through his whipped cream mask. "Jokes on you, kiddo, I still haven't given you your goodnight kiss!"

"No!" Yang laughed as the two wrestled, his whipped cream face peppering her in white smears all over. When they heard the hissing shush of the other three girls, they settled down. "Good night, Daddy."

Jaune chuckled. "Good night, Princess. I'll see you all in the morning." With that, he left their room to across the hall. Once inside, he found his team all tucked in themselves, but still wide awake.

"Where's our good night kiss?" Nora barked.

"Coming right up, Nora. I just need to wash my face first."

[theseerasures]

What are askboxes for if not for shamelessly enabling your friends so please do tell us about Winter's technician vs Weiss's performer

what’s so interesting about Winter and Weiss specifically wrt this trope is that it’s usually the performer who is the Prodigy while the technician is, idk, some hapless second banana who has to work twice as hard just to keep up and has to learn to Let Go and Have Fun or whatever the fuck

it's not that Winter DOESN'T need to learn those things, but the subtext is fairly overt in painting her as the prodigy out of the two of them. she's the oldest, the paragon, the chosen heiress (though in retrospect as the Heir and also Not the Boy she was probably the Unfavorite for both Willow and Jacques). her little tutoring session with Weiss in season 3 reads very much as "why isn't this coming naturally to you it did for me," and every scene she's in during that season paints her as "Weiss, but the Finished Version, who can make it look easy."

Weiss certainly sees (or...saw) her that way. even beyond incredibly obvious hints (mirror help me who am i--Winter!), it's amazing to return to episodes prior to Winter's introduction after we meet her, because only then does it become clear that her fingerprints are all over Weiss. remember i'm not perfect! not yet? or her first combat encounter: head up, shoulders back, right foot forward--not that forward--early Weiss placed so much importance on having the Exact Right Technique, Executing an Attack at the Right Moment, not a hair out of place, and now that we've gotten a fuller sense of Winter's fighting style...

we can see exactly where she got it from. (i made a gif y'all!)

this entire sequence lasts less than four seconds. Ironwood halts her Summon in its tracks, forcing both Winter and Oscar off; Winter pauses her momentum in midair by...idk, the power of anime, fires three icicles from a Glyph, simultaneously pushing off it so she lands before Oscar, even though Oscar DIDN'T stop for a counterattack, and then--without even looking--sends another Glyph to catch Oscar and propel him forward.

some of this bullshit you can definitely just attribute to Rule of Cool, but the point is that this is Winter at Her Best, the Winter that Weiss wanted to be: not a single second or gesture wasted, not a hair out of place. i've already waxed pretentious on why it's so significant that we only see her like this now where in every prior fight she's been ruffled and defensive, but it's relevant here too; Weiss wanted to believe that the Winter we see here is Pure Uncut Winter Schnee, but WE know that's not true.

this has nothing to do with talent. Winter definitely has that in spades, and who knows? maybe she IS more naturally gifted than Weiss, but the point is that she had to discipline it. Winter at her best is Winter honed to a sharp point (the point of a bullet, or the tip of a sword); streamlined and optimized and stripped of all excess, all maddening sloppy touches. she is above all controlled, but her control, as far as we can tell, extends (just like in out of combat situations) to one thing at a time. she is either attacking herself or helping others attack, and she does not give ground. every second is used to press the offense.

so it makes sense why she's dismissive of Weiss and her at least three strikes missed, but it also makes sense why Weiss a) had so much difficulty doing what Winter does and b) has since given up on it to pursue her own style. Weiss was never intended to be anything more than the spare, meant to generate press and money through her artsy performer gig. this was deeply damaging to her self-image, especially when she compared herself to Winter, but it also gave Weiss more room to be the unruly creative, and that's the part she ultimately chooses to nurture.

Weiss Schnee does not move laterally on the battlefield. she spins and pirouettes around in a FUCKING DRESS, she stabs and slashes her sword with relish (though one suspects Winter taught her that part, along with the yelling), and despite months of practice now her Summoning (in contrast to her sister, who once Summoned a Manticore while plummeting to her death) still takes time and a lot of Intense Posing. but she is nonetheless a force to be reckoned with, because she's compensated for those flourishes, and then some. Winter controls the players, with herself as the principle; Weiss controls the entire stage. she creates environmental hazards. she obfuscates. she buffs her friends. she does a twirl before nuking Marrow with four fireballs at once, because she trusts her own ability--and that of her team--to keep the enemy occupied for the duration of the performance.

and at this point performing is a choice. if Weiss had wanted to keep emulating Winter, she could have done it, but at some point she decided not to. at some point she decided to turn what she'd thought was a weakness into a strength. at some point she decided to take the ways her family wounded her, the role they forced her into, and make it her own, and make it willfully, joyfully, into art.

Winter...hasn't allowed herself that luxury. for Winter, her Semblance--and the family, the name, that are inextricable from it--it cannot be anything more than a tool. to think of it as anything else would mean letting it control her, hurt her, but it is too valuable to discard entirely. the only thing she can do is put it to good use.

it's how she thinks about every part of her, in the end.

[dragonotaku-justineverything]

Jaune Sempai AU) Weiss was a spoiled brat for a good while at the beginning, not entirely her fault but still. She got a good reality check about leadership from Port, does the same thing happen here? Or does Jaune give chip in his few cents about leadership to the new teams?

Weiss was slowly walking through the halls of Beacon, thinking about the talk she had with Professor Port just a few minutes ago. 'Savor what I have? Be the best person I can be? I'm sure I could be an even better person if I was the leader of this team... I'd learn so much more and I could help more by giving orders rather than following them! A Schnee leads, never follows! ...But...' Weiss slowly came to a stop in the middle of a hallway intersection. With it being so late, not many students were traversing the halls so she didn't need to worry about being in anyone's way. 'Was the Professor right...? About me getting everything handed to me up until now...?'

"Ah, Weiss right?" The heiress was jarred out of her pondering by a sudden voice from next to her. She turned her head to see the blond third-year she met on her first night at Beacon. Jaune Arc, was his name she believed, was standing there with a cart in front of him holding snacks, drinks, and a projector. "It's good to see you again."

Weiss stood up straight and turned to face him fully out of respect. "O-oh Jaune, it's good to see you as well."

Jaune leaned forward, and rested his forearms on the cart's handle. "I saw how you did great during initiation. It was quite impressive that the four of you were able to take out a Nevermore of that size."

Weiss felt some pride swell in her chest at the praise from such a well known upperclassman. "Well thank you, it was a rather... interesting experience teaming up like that."

"Well, you can't force teamwork. At least, not the kind the four of you showed. That stuff has to pretty much come naturally, and it did."

"Again, thank you." Weiss' eyes landed on the cart of food and drinks in front of him. "W-what might all that be for Jaune?"

"Oh this stuff? Some friends are celebrating the new semester starting today and they invited me, so I decided to grab some snacks for us all."

"Oh! Well that sounds... rather fun."

Her distracted tone wasn't lost on Jaune. The third year leaned in a bit more towards her over the cart, getting a good look at her. And her aura. "Hey... Are you doing okay? You seem a bit... down today."

Wiess was surprised by the question. "Oh! I-is it that apparent?"

"A bit." 'Well no not really. But having so many sisters and being able to see your aura dampen helps quite a lot.' "So what's up?"

Weiss wasn't sure she should complain anymore than she already had. She'd already been given a new perspective, and a small telling off, by Professor Port. Did she really want to try it again?

Well... another point a view couldn't hurt right? "Well it's just that... I was really expecting to be made team leader. Instead, Headmaster Ozpin appointed Ruby as our team's leader. A-and Professor Port already told me to let it go and just be the best huntress I can be instead, but I just don't think she's right for it!"

"And you think you'd be a better fit as the leader?"

Jaune's straight forward tone made Weiss already regret bringing it up. "W-well no... at least not anymore. Like Professor Port said, I should focus on what I have and can work with rather than what I don't." Weiss put her hands behind her and looked off to the side a bit.

"Well he is right. You weren't made team leader, not much you can do about it now. I think the Professor was right though, what you should focus on is accepting it and moving forward. Focus on improving yourself for now and working to improve your team as a member, not a leader. You and all of your teammates are on the same team. You all add to it. One person can't suddenly contribute more help or more valuable.... uuuhhh... help than the other members just because they were made the 'leader', ya know?

"Yes... I suppose that is true... But all my life I've been taught to take initiative. By my father and my sister. Neither of them were just followers, they paved their own ways."

"Your sister? You said your last name was Schnee right? Wouldn't that make your sister Winter Schnee? The Atlas Specialist?"

Weiss was caught off guard by that completely. She'd thought he'd ask about her father with her family name, not her sister. "Y-yes, she is. Do you know her?"

Jaune stood up from leaning over the cart, chuckling nervously a little bit. "Aaaaah well... I've met her in the past a few times, but I wouldn't say I really 'know' her. She's pretty strong though."

Weiss beamed happily at hearing him talk highly of her sister. "She certainly is~! I actually used to train with her occasionally and she even taught me some things she knew personally."

"Well then I'd better be careful if we were to fight haha." Jaune laughed lightly at how Weiss talked about her sister. He could almost feel Weiss's admiration for her rolling off in waves. "But you realize she needs to follow orders too right? She may be a specialist and have a high rank in the military, but she still needs to follow orders from people above her, like General Ironwood."

Weiss looked like she realized what Jaune was getting at. "I-I suppose you... aren't incorrect."

Jaune smiled and nodded a little at her understanding. "Everyone has orders and people to follow, even people with the title of 'leader'. And if not orders, then rules they need to follow. And if not rules, then some other duties or obligations. All you can really do is try and sort out which ones are the right ones for you to follow and be the best individual you can be." Jaune's warm smile dropped a bit before the next sentence. "Besides... I think you lucked out not being made the leader."

Weiss looked back over to him as she heard his voice at the last sentence lack the same tone he'd had the rest of their talk. "What do you mean by that?"

Jaune looked a bit surprised. He didn't mean to say that for her to hear. "O-oh nothing. I-it's just... I think being a leader isn't all it's cracked up to be. You have to take extra classes, work out whatever problems or kinks form in your team, be responsible for all your teammates and their actions, and honestly it won't matter a whole lot once you graduate Beacon unless you all decide to stick together and take jobs as a group. A lot more responsibility for not a lot of reward hahaha... ha ha." Jaune's awkward chuckle at the end didn't seem to ease Weiss's suspicion, so Jaune decided to finish up his point. "Just... don't think so hard on what leaders are shown or talked about as. Think about what they really are. There could still come a time where you'll need to take the lead on something. And... Ruby might appreciate your support and help."

Weiss looked really thoughtful about everything he said. Her eyes glanced down a bit in thought. "T-thank you Jaune... Both you and Port have given me quite a lot to think about..."

"Y-yeah sorry... that was a lot all at once..." Jaune rubbed the back of his head a little sheepishly. "But don't let it overwhelm you. It's your first day as a student. You have plenty of time to figure things out."

Weiss smiled softly. He was right... she'd been putting so much pressure on herself and being excellent 24/7, she forgot that she only just started. "Thank you, again. That has put my mind at ease a little."

"Glad to hear it! Now you might want to get moving. Curfew is in a little bit and trust me, you don't want Professor Goodwitch catching you out past it."

Weiss's eyes widened. She had totally forgotten how late it was! "Right! Sorry for taking up your time, but I must be going!" Weiss gave a swift nod and continued walking down the hallway she was heading towards a few minutes ago.

"No worries! I enjoyed our talk Weiss!" Jaune waved off after her until she was a good distance away, then continued on his own trip down the other one.

As the sound of the cart wheels rolling and occasionally squeaking became the only noise around him, Jaune started to let his mind drift and think about what he'd said to Weiss just a minute ago. 'Not all it's cracked up to be... yeah... what an understatement. You dodged a bullet Weiss... you just have no idea what. I hope the same bullet misses Ruby too...'

Jaune left those thoughts behind after that and just focused on making his way to Team CFVY's dorm room to meet up with everyone.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Volume 6 where there heading to Atlas and Weiss just going full heiress.

Like communications are down, no one knows she’s disinherited.

"Do you know who I am?’ Says Weiss before any of the group can get a word out to Cordovim. She renders them silenced, there’s no trace of the scared girl afraid to go back home. No the Weiss before them is standing tall in her heels, unshakeable by the winds themselves and is staring at Cordovin with the intensity she’d give a bug that stuck to her shoe.

Cordovin sighed, smiling in a way that was so utterly fake "Miss Schnee" she said and it was patronising to say the least. Weiss frowned, her gaze sharp and her words just as cold and the ice itself. "I, am the heiress of the Schnee Dust Company." She says with practiced ease, an elegance to her words as the sunlight shone on her tiara.

"The same company that funded your little field trip to Argus. And the reason you have a roof over your head."

Cordovin blinked, reeling from her words but Weiss was far from finished. If she was going back home she would do it on her terms and her terms alone. They were counting on her, she would not be ruled by fear.

"My father has summoned me to meet with him at the manor and I’d rather not keep him waiting any longer. He is not a patient man."

There’s an edge to her voice that is impossible to miss.

Cordovin manages to get her bearings but her confidence has been shot down "well Miss Schnee, we will be more than happy to bring you home but you and only you will be able to accompany us."

Weiss shook her head, it was her turn to be patronising. "I will be accompanied by my entourage, and if you refuse that perhaps my father can speak to the General about all the donations he’s been giving to the military. And you, miss can explain to your superiors that you caused this."

Weiss studied Cordovin who looked terrified.

"I was at Beacon, I was there and attacked by the military’s own weapons and soldiers." She smiled but it was humourless, cold and sent shivers down Cordovin’s neck. "So forgive me if I don’t trust you to deliver me back home safely, I will be accompanied….for if anything should happen to me it will be on your hands."

Which would ruin her forever.

"Surely…surely you can’t feel more safe with them."

The small woman’s gaze landed on Blake and Weiss glared. She didn’t have to make a threat, it was all in her eyes and Cordovin swiftly looked away. Moving aside as Weiss walked past, flinching as if hit by a storm.

The others, shocked walked dazedly behind Weiss who sat down in the ship clasping her hands.

"Weiss…"

Weiss looked at Blake, a small smile on her face that softened her features and put them all at ease "sorry you had to see that." She said sheepishly, Blake sat beside her "it was a sight to be held, wish I filmed it to show Coco." Weiss snorted, a soft smile as the the ship flew off.

"You’ll get the chance, stick close to me. All of you… I’ll get us through this."

That she promised.