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Inspired by another anon ask where Whitley is trans. I like the idea of transgirl Whitley but I cannot imagine the power if all of the schneeblings end up being lesbians and could legit threaten their sperm donor with "your bloodline ends here"
But you see, the ultimate “fuck you” to Jacques would be Weiss and Winter being lesbians, and Whitley being the only straight one after transitioning with no intention on going all the way and being perfectly happy without kids.
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Whitley, or rather Wren as she’s called now, looked herself over in the mirror, smiling a bit as she saw her reflection. Gone was the scared little boy that was terrified of his father, and here to stay was the huntress that Weiss and Winter helped her be. It had been a long journey: years of dealing with her own insecurities and trying to hide herself from family, only to be found out by Weiss. But she was glad to be accepted, finally allowed to be herself.Â
“Are you ready to join us?” Weiss called through the door.Â
“In a minute.” Wren smiled a bit as she finished putting her hair in a braid, white and blue ribbons helping hold it together. She moved the braid to go over her shoulder, smiling as she saw how long her hair had finally grown. The combat gear she wore was similar to her sister’s when she first left: a jacket, frilly top, and combat skirt all in shades of white and blue. To her, those were her color now. No longer would white be her father’s, it was all hers. She picked up her weapon, one she called Freiheit. It wasnt an elegant blade like her sisters’, thicker, broader, more like a gladius. She attached it to her shield and placed it on her back, finally ready to head out.Â
Weiss smiled as she watched Wren leave her room, offering a hand to her. “You take longer to get ready than I do.”Â
“As if you dont linger when you look in the mirror.”Â
“Not as long as you do.”Â
Wren gave out a small giggle, heading down stairs and stopping as she saw Oscar and Winter waiting for her. “So, this is supposed to be a quick mission, right?”Â
Oscar nodded, walking over to Wren and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. “Ruby and May are going to meet us at the landing zone. Robyn said it’ll be quick, but since the grimm that attacked Mantle and Atlas are still swarming the tundra, she wants all the help she can get.”Â
Wren smiled a bit and took her boyfriend’s hand. “Then I think it’s time we finally reclaim what’s ours.”
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I actually hardcore hc Whitley as transfemme (more scheensters yay!). Even pulled the trigger and made her trans in a future fic of mine. Would love to see your take!
(Tbf, I have done a bit with transgirl Whitley before. But... have a fun little drabble of Whitley slowly breaking out of her egg)
Whitley found himself staring at the skirts and dresses on display once more when he was supposed to be shopping for a new suit. He couldnt quite say he understood why the skirts and dresses always seemed to catch his eyes, but every time he passed by, he couldnt help but stop to admire them. The way the fabric seemed to flow while on the mannequins, the bright colors they all seemed to have, how soft the fabric felt when he reached out to touch it…. For a moment, he thought about what it’d feel like to wear them.Â
He shook his head to get rid of the thought. Wearing a skirt or dress? It was just a silly thought. Afterall, he had an image to keep. As long as Weiss continued her barbaric career of being a huntress, he needed to make sure he kept himself clear of anything that may make people question his ability to lead.Â
“Are you looking for anything in particular, sir?” a woman asked him. “Maybe a gift for your girlfriend, perhaps?”Â
“No, I’m not-” Whitley paused for a moment as he turned to look at the woman. He couldnt be caught buying a skirt for himself, otherwise if the wrong person saw it, they’d certainly use that to undermine the Schnees. But under the guise for a girlfriend or even one of his sisters… no one would ever second guess a gift. “I’m not looking for a girlfriend, but I am trying to find something for my sister. She’s been so busy with her huntressing that I thought I’d get her a skirt. Though, I cant say I know her measurements to find the right size.”
“I’m sure I can help if you can give me an estimate.”Â
“She’s roughly my size, a tad bit smaller in the waist and a bit larger in the hips. If we can find something that fits me, I’m sure I can get it tailored to fit her.”Â
The woman nodded and started to walk Whitley to a few skirts. “Any colors she likes?”Â
“Blue and white,” Whitley answered just a little too quickly. “A-at least that’s what she wears often. I’m not sure if she actually likes it though.”Â
“Then lets stick close to those colors. Follow me, I think I have a few ideas for her.”Â
Whitley nodded and followed the woman around the store towards a rack of skirts. He paused for a moment as she pulled him in front of a mirror and started to take a few measurements to make sure she had the right size. Once the measurements were finished, a couple pairs of skirts were thrust to him.
“Take these into the fitting room and try them on,” the woman said.Â
Whitley took the skirts and nearly blushed. “I-I said these would be for my sister.”Â
“You did, but you also said that she’s about the same size as you, right? If you want to make sure they fit right for her, then they’ll need to fit right on you.”Â
“W-well, yes, but-” his fingers ran across the soft materials of the skirts. It would be a chance to finally try one on without being seen. And its not like he had to buy one yet. “-its just not proper for a boy to try on a skirt. But if I must, then I dont see another choice.”Â
The woman smiled. “Just let me know how they fit.”Â
Whitley quickly made his way to the fitting room so no one would see him. With a click of the lock, he nervously took a breath as he sat the skirts down on the bench in front of the mirror. A blush crossed his cheeks as he took off his pants and picked up one of the skirts. This was something he had thought about for a while, but now that it was time, it almost felt like he couldnt.Â
His eyes kept wandering to the door as if someone was going to barge their way in to take a picture of him. But as he continued to feel the fabric, the curiosity started to grow. Finally, he started to pull the skirt, almost holding his breath as it finally sat on his waist.Â
As Whitley stared at his reflection, his heart stopped. It was almost like looking at a picture of his mother when she was younger. He moved his hips, watching as the skirt started to swish around. It felt different, more freeing, than the pants and slacks he was normally expected to wear. It almost felt… right.Â
He took the skirt off just as quickly as he had put it on and folded it up before walking out. It wasnt long before he made his way to the woman who had helped him and offered the other skirts back to her.Â
“Did they fit?” she asked.Â
“One did, but I dont think its the right style. I’ll need to find something else for her.”Â
“That’s a shame. I’m certain we can find a style here-”Â
“No need, I think I need to find out what she really likes first,” Whitley interrupted. “Just to make sure I get the right thing.”Â
“I’m sure she’ll like anything you get her.”Â
Whitley nodded and walked out the store, pulling out his scroll. Now that he knew his measurements, he could find a skirt that fit him a little more on his own. He flipped through a few images on another store’s website, slowly looking through the skirts until he finally settled on one in red. He nervously tapped on it to put it in his cart and turned his scroll off as he made his way to the doctor.Â
But the skirt was only the beginning.Â
One skirt turned into two, then came a few blouses that could easily be confused for one of his button ups. Small clothing purchases turned into hours of measuring his body and making sure any clothing he bought fit just right. But it wasnt until he stole some of Weiss’s unopened makeup that he finally put on a skirt again and stared at his reflection in the mirror.Â
Whitley took a deep breath as he watched the skirt move as he moved the hips, the fabric almost made it look like the skirt was twirling around him. He eased on a bra to give the illusion of having a chest before putting on one of the casual shirts he had bought. One he was satisfied with how everything sat, he pulled up a makeup tutorial on his scroll and slowly followed the instructions to do his makeup. After what felt like hours of trying to get everything right, he sat down the makeup and looked at his reflection once more.Â
No longer did the mirror show the boy he thought he’d been, instead showing a girl where Whitley was sitting. Her fingers slowly reached for her reflection as she touched the glass, almost wishing she could be like this all the time. But for now, it was an indulgence to be hidden.Â
Her heart stopped as she heard her scroll ring and she saw her father’s name come up on the caller ID. She quickly wiped the makeup off her face and changed back into his button up and slacks before answering the call. “Was there something you needed, father?”Â
“I need you to find out what your sister is up to,” Jacques answered. “I cut her off a few weeks ago, but she still seems to be a few purchases that she’d make showing up on my card. I’m not sure how she got access again, but I need you to make sure she understands that if she wants our support, then she has to play by our terms.”Â
“Wouldnt it be better to tell her yourself?” Whitley asked. “You are still head of the family, so she’ll have to listen to you.”Â
“I would if she answered any of my calls. But since she wont and Winter is off with James, that leaves you to break the news to her. Either she comes home and comes clean, or she’s out of the family.”Â
“Yes, father.” Whitley sighed as the call went dead, his heart still racing in his chest. If his father was already looking at the purchases, then it wouldnt be long until he was caught. And if he was caught now, then he could kiss any chance of running the SDC goodbye.Â
He looked over at the pile of clothes he left on the ground before grabbing a box to put them away in his closet. As he tucked the box away on a high shelf, he let out a soft sigh. “Just until things blow over with father. Then I can figure this out again.”
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Hmmm, there haven't been many Whitley Schnee-related posts on tumblr dot com in a few days. I must fix this with meme.
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And Willow could do it too since she helped to push the armor.
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Hello, sorry for entering your in box.
Thank you for the compliments of "a requiem for the vampire". Glad to know it was enjoyable even if vampires ain't your thing :). Have a good day.
Thank you too for the inspiration to write a vampire story! And have a good one yourself!
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Not usually a fan of vampires but ngl they've been growing on me and this is really good
A requiem for the vampire
(look imma say it, I don't usually like vampire romances because I think it's pretty corny that a lot of the romance starts with temptation.. yeah I know vampires are evil and hot but I think a lot can be done with vampire love stories.. I'm probably talking out of my ass.)
It is the decree of the Hellsing family to hunt and slay vampires, from count Dracula, to Nosferatu, your family has hunted them since Abraham.
You too were born with the zeal to kill the monsters that go bump in the night. But when a hunt goes too well, when the vampire seems too unprepared, when their neck is still bleeding and their eyes have yet to go black.. you couldn't shake the nerves that were rattling your very being.
This girl, she did not act like a vampire, she did not manipulate, she did not seduce, she did not lie, she did not call her bats, she did not conjure up the power of hell… instead she ran.
You should kill her, you need to kill her, a novice vampire is so rare and is a boon to all hunters but also a threat.. you could feel your very soul demand you to slit her throat and stake her heart.
But the fear- the utter terror in her eyes stopped you, she did not fight, she cowered, she shrank, she hid from you, looking at you with eyes you saw so many victims had…
She was scared, and despite your better judgement.. you offered her your hand. You expected her to bite, to try and end you so you could assure yourself that all vamps are monsters.
she didn't, she didn't strike, she took your hand in both of hers, they were cold and shaking as she looked at you before Simply saying “I don't want this”.
… Maybe there is a cure, maybe you could find something to help save her.. but for the time being she will be living with you.
Her name is Nora… she is your assistant, your friend… and the only person who seems to make your heartbeat a little faster than any normal vampire could.
You're going to cure her. Or may God smite you for your heresy.
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Nnnghhh... The desperate want I feel to start another Whitley fanfic in my everlasting obsidian vault
Whitley: (Holding sword)
Jacques: (Enters) Whitley! What are you doing?!
Whitley: Father!
Jacques: You will come with me at once!
Penny: (Steps between them)
Jacques: Get out of my way, toy!
Penny: I am afraid I cannot do that.
Jacques: (Steps to the side)
Penny: (Blocks) I will not permit you to disrupt the lesson.
Jacques: This is against your orders! Doing this will kill him!
Penny: That is inaccurate. Though his aura is will be recently unlocked, he will remain a fully functioning human organism.
Jacques: He will be hunted by those animals!
Penny: That is also inaccurate. I surmise your capacity to reason has been compromised by your cultural indoctrination. This is to be expected. Please depart.
Jacques: (Lifts hand)
Penny: (Catches wrist)
Jacques: (Grunts, Brought to his knees)
Penny: (Unhands)
Jacques: (Falls backwards)
Penny: ...
Jacques: (Looks to Whitley)
Whitley: ...
Jacques: (Stands)
Penny: (Shifts closer to Whitley)
Jacques: (Walks to door, Turns once, Leaves)
Penny: (Turns to Whitley) Are you ready to begin?
Whitley: (Shaky breath, Nods)
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Chapter 3 is very nearly finished I just have to wait until this friggin' essay is done before I can write anymore but aaaa it's so fucky getting story ideas when I can't afford to write it.
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So there’s something here I really wanna talk about, and that’s that for so long, I’ve wondered why Whitley is a different skintone to his sisters and Jacques and now we know.
It’s because he looks like his mother.
The face shape, the hair colour, the skin tone (slightly off here, but the best I could do with how the lighting is, this volume). It’s all Willow.
Weiss and Winter look like their father but have their mother’s eyes.
Whitley looks like his mother and has his father’s eyes.
And that. Damn that’s a lot of symbolism there. Eyes play such a huge role in RWBY. Weiss and Winter have hard exteriors but soft hearts, and they escaped by being hard but then opening themselves to others. Whitley is soft and vulnerable, but he tries to close off his heart to survive, but he can’t.
It’s just a brilliant visual way to showcase the Schnee family, and I love it so much.
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Am I allowed to post sneaky little snippets of my upcoming chapters? Does it depend on how far away updates are?
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Wait a sec...

And Willow could do it too since she helped to push the armor.
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Vacuo is British? I knew I hated them

Confession #946
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What if Ozpin was a communist would that be fucked up or what
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Manifesting transfem Whitley
My one contribution to the Transfem Whitley community♡ After transitioning, she grew her hair out and May braided it for her like she does🥰 (Also heart ahoge hehehe)
I don't really like the dress tbh, will have better drip next time
This will be v10 whitley inshallah.
I think the dress is really cute!!
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RWBY V10 IS CURRENTLY IN EARLY WRITING JESUS CHRIST FINALLY
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