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Hunched over an open text book, Weiss couldn’t help chewing on her fingernails. Despite her convictions about being ahead of the material for the coming semester, her studies hadn’t been going as well as she’d hoped. In truth, the frustration currently causing her bad habit to flare up was the fact that she’d read this passage four times over now and had yet to retain any of the information.

She knew that it was because of Blake. The faunus - no, her teammate - had been restless this evening. Weiss was accustomed to her being antisocial, but it had bordered on cagey tonight at dinner, and since then she had been shifting continuously in her seat on her bed while reading before eventually abandoning her book and rising to stare out the window. Each sound elicited a glance from Weiss, who could feel the tension in her shoulder blades. In the silence that permeated the room otherwise (a rare thing produced by the absence of their other teammates) the small noises of Blake’s movement drew her attention every time.

Not that that was Blake’s fault, at least not entirely. Under normal circumstances, such trivial and minute disturbances wouldn’t have broken Weiss’ concentration at all. In fact, were it anyone else in the room producing the same noises, she probably wouldn’t have even noticed. But ever since their reconciliation on the docks, Weiss had been hyper-vigilant when it came to Blake. She couldn’t help it, not after everything that had happened.

Just as she tore her fingernail from between her teeth and set about attempting to read the passage for a fifth time, Blake actually spoke up. Turning fully in her seat to look at her teammate at the window, she noted Blake’s defensive choice to speak without turning around.

Weiss furrowed her brow at the question. She was prepared to answer almost instantaneously, but before she let it leave her lips, she took the time to ponder on why Blake was asking. Seconds stretched as Weiss’ gaze searched the back of Blake’s head before she finally responded. “Do you think I lied to you about that? Of course I am, idiot. What ever would have made you think otherwise?”

Only a week had passed since the night at the docks, but Blake wasn’t able to get those few days out of her mind. She remembered the stunned look on Weiss’ face when she realized just what it was Blake had said. The hints of betrayal in those icy-blue eyes were as much a reason for Blake running as anything. She just couldn’t face that.

Now, things had settled, but Blake could still sense a tension between them–or at least, so she thought. She couldn’t be sure it was only her; she thought she could see strange looks from Weiss out of the corner of her eye sometimes, despite her claims that night that she didn’t care.. But it was soon to the point that Blake knew that she needed to talk it out, if only for her own sanity and comfort.

Her opportunity came not long after. Two weekends after the night at the docks, Ruby and Yang had left to meet with their father for the day, to catch up with him. That left Blake and Weiss alone, and when they were both settled in their dorm after supper that night, there was no better time.

Despite that, Blake was nervous. She wasn’t meant for confrontation. Her instinct screamed at her to run, to retreat until Weiss was asleep again. But there really wasn’t any other way to truly smooth things over, and they needed to work as a team–tension would only get in the way of that.

So, as Blake leaned on her arms on the window sill, bent over the small bookcase, and gazed up at the moon, she finally spoke. “Weiss… are you… really okay with–with me? My history…?”

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@ycngxiaolong and I made it to RTX :D

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Weiss sat on the fence that encircled the training area outside the home she'd been sharing with her friends (and Qrow? (and Oscar? (and Ozpin?))) these last weeks, hands helping her balance on the wood on either side of her and feet dangling loosely as she looked out over the city of Mistral below. It wasn't quite sunset yet, but it was getting close, and the sky was a brilliant shade of orange behind her. She was certain the coming sunset would be quite beautiful, but this evening she turned her attention instead to the opposite side of the sky, watching the blues grow deeper and looking for the very first pinpoint of faint light in the growing darkness. She found the gradual transition calming, something she found herself seeking more often than not these days. They'd tasted victory of a sort, and things were better, but she was more familiar with the threat now as well. Not to mention the trip to Atlas that would be happening soon, looming over her psyche ever since it was discussed. She ran a thumb over where the scar on her stomach was, then traced the one across her eye with her other hand.

Suddenly, she felt something. Not from her scar, not from anywhere, just a small ping in the back of her mind. It was almost as though she'd heard something, but she knew that she hadn't. It was a familiar feeling, one that it had taken her months to identify and become comfortable with. The feeling of Blake's presence, when she wasn't trying to hide herself but wasn't trying to make herself known either. To think that she still felt it so easily and recognized it just as well after all this time. Fascinating.

"Would you like to sit?" she asked into the cooling air, trusting her teammate's keen hearing to pick it up. "It's a lovely evening."

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I, too, have selected a new profile image

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This is old but someone asked this “ May I request some Weiss braiding Blake’s (or vice versa) hair?” and I was drawing so…:))

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memedelene:

Yet Another Munday Meme  Send me a symbol and I’ll answer ooc 

ѩ - Are there any characters that you love, but simply cannot role play? 

Җ - What’s your greatest source of inspiration when it comes to role playing? 

ℛ - Are you religious? 

♬ - Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music? 

ᚡ - Random fact about the mun? 

✒ - Do you have a preference when it comes to gender regarding your muses? 

ಹ - Share a story from your childhood! 

෴ - Tell us about your day. 

㉘ - How do you usually spend your birthdays? 

⨌ - If you ever had the opportunity to clone yourself, would you? 

ᚖ - Do you wear makeup?

༺ - Do you have any siblings? What’s your relationship with them like? 

๛ - Share an embarrassing story about yourself! 

❤ - Are you and/or your muse currently in love with someone? 

ℳ - Do you think you have a good handwriting? 

☢ - When was the last time you went to the cinema? What movie did you watch?

⨕ - Are you a jealous role player? 

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“eventually… you just move on.”

Weiss traced the scar on her abdomen through the fabric of her dress. It had been two weeks since the defense of Haven, and despite her aura having fully healed the wound that same night, it still ached on and off. More problematic than the relatively minor pain was how it always brought thoughts of death, thoughts how narrowly it missed her. As Libra’s somber guidance settled in her mind, Weiss seemed to deflate a bit, sighing and keeping quiet for a moment in contemplation.

But only for a moment. The next minute, her jaw was set and she was practically glaring at the floor, determination clear. When she spoke, her voice had a razor’s edge. “I don’t have time for ‘eventually’. Salem isn’t going to wait for me to get over a wound that’s already healed, and my team needs me. I can still feel the spear sometimes, but it’s in the past. There’s nothing I can do to change it, and I refuse to let it distract me or slow me down. Maybe I should be dead, but I’m not, and as long as I’m still here, I’m going to fight.”

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“it’s just a cut, really.” (fruitlovcd)

“Why does every single one of Blake’s faunus friends have to be insufferably stubborn?” Weiss asked no one in particular, rolling her eyes before fixing Lulu with a hard look. “Even if it IS just a cut, the fact that you sustained a cut in the first place means your aura is depleted. Without aura to accelerate the process, it won’t be closing on its own right away, and as such, the wound risks infection without proper care. As a huntress, I have training in field-dressing wounds, and they’re typically far worse than the one you’ve suffered. So… would you please just let me look at it already?”

(( @fruitlovcd it won’t let me properly tag you for some reason, dang it tumblr ))

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five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

“zero fucks given. next please.”

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Reblog this if your muse has any number of scars on their body.

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Memory Meme

Past experiences help shape who we are currently, how we see the world. Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories. 

–

❥ - a childhood memory

♣ - a fading memory

✂ - a vivid memory

✖ - a repressed memory

✈ - an eye-opening memory

✤ - a memory that involves romance/love

☤ - a memory of death/loss

✍ - a memory of their mother

☽ - a memory of their father

♘ - a memory of their sibling(s)

✌ - a memory of a relative

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

♚ - a memory of something paranormal

✓ - a sexual memory

♬ - a friend/best friend memory

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Feeling Festive \(*q*)/ I wish you all a safe christmas and a happy new year~♥

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Weiss was nearly finished readjusting her ponytail when Ruby's fingers found her chin. She hadn't expected Ruby to recover her confidence quite so quickly after the admonishment, and her surprise resulted in a small gasp. Arms freezing in their motion, she turned her head to look up into her partner's eyes, expression unreadable at Ruby’s apology and request.

After a moment, that expression hardened into a scowl and Weiss jerked her head away from Ruby's hand with a huff, refocusing on the mirror to put the final touch on her hair. She smoothed her dress once, then turned to face her partner again, Ruby between her and the doorway. Without preamble, she lifted herself onto her toes to peck Ruby's lips with a swift kiss. Then, just as quickly, she brushed past her partner to make her way back downstairs. "Dolt."

"Ruby?" Weiss asked, gently grabbing her partner's elbow. "I have something I'd like to give to you. For the holidays. Could you come with me for a moment? It's upstairs and I wasn't sure how to wrap it."

Blushing lightly Ruby sheepishly running a hand into her hair. “Sure thing Weiss lead the way.” She takes the older girls hand.

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“They’re the ones that’s matter” “You think so?”