#Implied bumbleby

[tiredjust1]

Stream gimme more slayyyter remix NOW

[glitterysweetsarcade]

Butch yang week day 3

Didn't really love how my art for today's prompt came out, but I worked too hard on the flame car decal top surgery scars to not post it

[thecraftyninjacat]

y’all already know who’s she’s looking at

[helihi]

You seem enamored...

Commissions

[tequiilasunriise]

“Why is Raven so awkward in this scene??”

You fools, does ‘like mother like daughter’ mean nothing to you?? Yang inheriting her Genetic Chronic Gay Disaster Disease™️ from her deadbeat bird mom IS CANONNN alrighty these two dumbasses have NO CLUE how to act around the girls they’re so heavily whipped fer

[am0stia]

i like this trend

[oldenoughbynow]

Has anybody done this yet?

Comic source: xkcd

[okidraw]

gay lil yang

[almea]

[mossheartz]

-Homer, The Iliad

[sevi-fuk]

Yang complains about being tall

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Kali: *sees Little Blake asleep while snuggled up to Yang* ....Blake...care to explain when you managed to have a child?

Blake: What?! Mom! She's not-

Kali: Honestly, Blake, you really should have told me. I would have supported you! I should have known something was wrong! You were gone for so long!

Blake: Brothers Above! Mom, it's not like that! Yang and I-

Kali: *blushes as her ears perk up* Oh! I was unaware that Yang had that kind of capability. That explains why you're so vocal after lights out. She must put your father to shame.

Blake: MOM, NO!!!

[smokestarrules]

“Weiss,” Blake says again, and there's that smile that Weiss has come to expect with her; one that starts small but grows until one of her canines begins to show; then, with just the tiniest tremble in her voice, “Weiss, we’re alive. She’s alive.”

And for a moment, Weiss can do nothing but stare back at her.

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aka I have a lot of feelings about Weiss and Blake's offscreen reunion scene, Weiss also has a lot of feelings. Not all of them are good.

[tequiilasunriise]

HMMMMMMMM.

So besides Genetic Chronic Gay Disaster Diesease™️, we are adding Puppy Dog Eyes Towards The Woman You Love Most™️ to the list of ‘random shit Yang inherited from Raven besides great hair and greater tits’.

[wixhing0nastar]

What nicknames do you think Blake and Yang would call each other once they get together in canon?

I imagine Yang unironically calls Blake “princess”, which Blake pretends to hate at first but secretly loves and gets slightly flustered over. Yang generally tries to avoid any sort of “my ____” nicknames since they remind Blake of Adam, but she jokingly calls Blake “My Queen” one time, and Blake's like... really into it.

Blake on the other hand, goes straight to “honey” as a nickname for a multitude of reasons. 1. Amber is in the yellow/orange/gold family of colors. 2. Honey comes from bees (rip Bumblebee). 3. I imagine it’s something Kali called Ghira regularly, so Blake associates it with a strong/dependable/caring romantic partner (which is why she never called Adam honey, even if she didn't recognize why at the time).

[gaymaramada]

To Her Tree

Summary:

“How could she just run off like that?”

“She was clearly upset.”

“That wasn’t upset, that was…”

(In the aftermath of Ruby’s ascension, a team is lost.)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences.

Tags/Warnings: Temporary Major Character Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Panic Attacks, Angst, Found Family.

Relationships: All of Team RWBY, Ruby Rose & Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long.

Word Count: 1,281

Ao3 Link:

Yang can’t breathe.

The corners of her vision are blurring — black spots appear and disappear in her peripheral, and try as she might, she can’t focus on them without being hit by a wave of dizziness. Her legs are wobbly underneath her and she feels like a baby deer fresh from her mother’s womb. The world around her begins to tilt, and she vaguely realizes that she’s falling when her head jerks forward as someone catches her. She’s carefully guided to the floor, and when she blinks away the spots in her vision, she sees two suns.

“… eas… got you… ‘m here…” The voice is soft — too soft, she can hardly hear anything as is — but it brings a sense of comfort to her heart that feels akin to a warm blanket.

“…ave to brea …ocus on me…breathe,” As conscious thought gradually returns to her, Yang finally realizes that the two suns staring down at her are actually eyes — faded purple eyeshadow and smudged mascara — and the voice almost startles her with how clear it is as she speaks again, “There you go, I’ve got you. I’m here.”

“…Blake,” She croaks, her mouth dry and tongue heavy in her mouth. She can hardly get anything else out, “Ru…Rube…”

“We’re going to find her,” Blake says, and she sounds so sure that Yang almost believes her, “We’ll bring her home. I promise.”

Her fingers are brushing through her bangs, occasionally getting stuck in a tangle or two before carefully loosening them and continuing. The action is meant to be soothing, but right now, all Yang can think of is rosy cheeks and silver eyes, and her breathing stutters again.

Blake opens her mouth to soothe her once more when her ear perks up at the sound of Weiss’ voice — it’s high-pitched and frantic, trying desperately to sound at least the slightest bit controlled, “And how exactly are we going to do that? Gods, okay— I can summon a lancer, maybe we can fly to the tree and—”

“The tree?” Jaune cuts in now — he sounds utterly devastated, “Haven’t you learned anything? That tree is—”

“You don’t know anything about the tree!” Weiss cries, “None of us do! The only person who did was that lousy two-faced vermin, and they’re already on their way to do Gods know what with Neo’s body!”

Yang’s head is throbbing, and she moves to rest her hand on her forehead — the cool metal is grounding, bringing her back to reality steadily — as Blake carefully sits her up. It’s only then that she realizes she’d been lying in the other’s lap, but she doesn’t even have it in her to feel flustered. The pile of vines in front of her makes sure of that.

Above her, Blake’s ears are folded anxiously, her voice trembling slightly when she speaks, “Guys, please—”

“The only thing waiting for us there is death,” Jaune rasps, his voice cracking, “Once a person ascends, they’re gone. Forever. We were too late— damn it, we were too late, and now— now Ruby is—”

“Stop it!” Blake cries, her hold on Yang tightening, “You said it yourself, Jaune: Nothing here is that straightforward! If ascension is rebirth like the afterans said, then it has to be some sort of process, right? We can still get to her before—”

“But then what?” Weiss’ voice strains with emotion, “What do we tell her if we find her? We all saw her drink from that cup — we saw the look in her eyes. She chose to ascend. How are we supposed to fix this?”

“We can’t.”

Yang’s voice cuts through the tension — it sounds so small, but its power to overtake all others never wavers. Slowly, as Blake hovers nearby, she stands up. Her eyes never leave the vines that have taken place of where her sister once lay, “We can’t fix this.”

Blake takes her hand into her own, her eyes pleading, “Yang…”

Yang meets her gaze, but not with empty, hopeless grief — her eyes shimmer with unshed tears, but also with sparks of golden fire that lick at her irises. Her voice is low and steady — a solid bastion among the crumbling towers around her, “Don’t you understand? This… this goes so much deeper than anything we could ever imagine.”

She turns back to the vines, shoulders tense, “What Ruby’s been dealing with, what she’s been shouldering, she’s been holding it for a long time. Before Atlas, maybe even before Beacon.”

Her words echo in the empty chamber, the only other sounds being the soft breathing of the others and the Juniper’s soft trills as they nuzzle against Jaune in consolation. Yang lifts her hands to look down at them — her left arm is shaking something awful, and her right one is artificially still in comparison.

“And that burden,” She continues, “is going to stay with her for the rest of her life.”

Blake rests her hand on Yang’s forearm, squeezing gently, and Yang reciprocates the action with a shaky sigh. She lifts her gaze to meet the others — Weiss is blinking away tears, her hands cupped over her chest as she seems to curl into herself. Jaune rests his head against Juniper’s, his eyes shut tight and his jaw stiff as he shakily strokes the jackelope’s fur. Blake looks at her with shining eyes, a tear slipping down her cheek as her ears fold down pitifully.

“We can’t fix Ruby,” Yang states, “but we can still help her.”

Lowered gazes all rise, and Yang feels a spark ignite in her heart, “We can still be there for her — help her in carrying that burden. We can still be the shoulders she can lean on when it all becomes too much, but before we can do any of that, she needs to know that we see her.”

She turns to look out into the sky, the daunting figure of the tree towering over them, then back to the others, her eyes locking onto Jaune’s, “You can believe whatever you want, but if getting to that tree means that I can save my little sister, then I’m not letting anything stand in my way.”

The man’s eyes harden slightly, his brows creasing in a mix of apprehension and shame as he retreats from her gaze to glance at Juniper. Weiss speaks up before he can think of a response, “Ruby’s in the same place we all were when we first came to Beacon. We all thought we knew why we wanted to be huntresses, but…”

“We still had so far to go,” Blake finishes somberly, “But Ruby… Gods, Ruby has always seemed so sure of herself — how much of that was just for show?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Yang states, “We can’t help her by giving her what she needed then — what’s important is finding out what we can do for her now.”

That being said, Yang strides over to the hole in the wall that they’d entered from. Mist from the rain sprinkles onto her face, blending with the tears that manage to slip down her cheeks — it does nothing to kill the flame of resolve currently burning in her heart. She takes a slow, deep breath, then turns around to her teammates, and is pleased to be met with matching looks of determination — Weiss sets her hand on the hilt of Myrtenaster, her jaw set and her chin high. Blake’s expression is pouring out love, her ears perked up and focused. Even Jaune turns to mount Juniper, leading them into view as he nods toward her with respect.

“Come on,” Yang declares, her voice sharp as she rolls her shoulders, “Let’s go save our leader.”