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#LOGGED IN AFTER MONTHS JUST SAY WHAT THE FUCK #✽╎( OOC. )

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#✽╎( PROMOTION. )#it me #reblogging once more for the friday crewwwwwwww

HAPPY VDAY

LOVE YOUR FATHER

#✽╎( ANSWERED. )#r EMI #✽╎( OOC. )#submission

rt-shower-thoughts

When Weiss gets a cold she schneezes…

#✽╎( JUST WEISS THINGS. )#✽╎( OOC. )#I GIGGLED LIKE AN IDIOT

Hands Weiss a flower crown tbh because it'd look nice on her

“Oh! Um, thank you.”

She wants to put it on now, but she’s a bit too embarrassed despite appreciating a rather nicely crafted gift. Such a thing is on the long list of things that she’s missed out on because her household views certain things as childish and pointless.

“I’ll have to try it on later.”

#lcrimar #✽╎( ANSWERED. )#:3c

" Ya' know, you'd fight even better without wearing heels, right? "

“You’d be surprised.”

She’s so used to wearing them that she’d probably fight worse. Also Weiss loathes how short she actually is.

#armcdandrcady #✽╎( ANSWERED. )

The real reason why Weiss finally ran after all this time: Weiss texted Blake if she could come over & Blake said sure but then Weiss heard about Winter so she's going to Mistral first instead

[text:] okay so i’m still coming over, blake.

[text:] but i might be taking a HUGE detour.

[text:] i need my sister’s permission to hang out. soz.

#she won't answer her phone the reception in mistral is terrible B(#seulnoir #✽╎( CRACK. )#✽╎( ANSWERED. )

blakebellatuna

“The Schnee family legacy isn’t yours to leave. It’s mine, and I’ll do it as a huntress.”

#✽╎( SELF. )

dABS ON TOP OF SCHNEE DUST COMPANY'S DUST CRATES

She watches as a grown man ( of all people ) dabs, and it gives her EXTREMELY mixed feelings. She starts going over a list of pros and cons of letting him partake in this in her head. The main con of this is that he is dabbing, which Weiss has no fucking clue what the point of it is. On the other hand, her dad is a grade-A asshole and this would infuriate him– a definite pro.

#upqrow #( HECK YEA STICK IT TO THE MAN QROW )#✽╎( CRACK. )#✽╎( ANSWERED. )

"Hello Weiss, you look well." (Yang or Blake, your choice.)

Hearing her name be called out, by a familiar voice no less, causes Weiss to nearly jump. It’s a mixed reaction. One part of her is on her guard so that she isn’t apprehended by someone working for her father in order to bring her back to her prison of a home. The other part feels– Excited? Shocked? Nostalgic? – whatever the mix between those three words are, seeing as the greeting isn’t from some complete stranger who happened to be able to identify her. It was someone who she knew. Her teammate.

She searches for the source of the voice and a radiant head of golden hair grasps Weiss’s attention immediately. A rush of joy overcomes the heiress, though her usual reserve only leaves her showing a hint of it (though it would still be easy for her comrade to know that she is genuinely glad to see her).

“Yang? Please, don’t be so formal.”

In a surprisingly playful manner, Weiss rolls her eyes. Her clear and eloquent tone audibly stifles a bit of relieved laughter. It drove her crazy at times, but she had grown to miss Yang’s rather casual and simplistic approaches to things. Her smiling expression fades into that of curiosity though. She seemed to be her old, confident self again… And was that Atlesian technology replacing– the elephant in the room– her lost limb?

“You look well yourself. I’m… relieved– so relieved.

It seems we have some catching up to do.”

#( i pick yang because tbh weiss hasn't talked to many yangs if any! )#littlesuncat #✽╎( ANSWERED. )

"Wow, your dress is so beautiful! Is it custom made?"

“Oh! Thank you!”

Humbled by the compliment, her hands clasp together and she takes a slight bow. A pleasant and polite smile tugs at the corners of her pale lips.

Custom-made… Instinctively her gaze descends to what she is wearing. She does like this dress– the comfortable sleeves, the smooth gradient between different shades of blue, and the subtle star-like glitter adorning the lower parts. One thing, however, does generate the briefest of frowns; it is that her awareness is brought to the household’s symbol on her back; Weiss does take pride in her lineage, but lately to her it almost feels like a form of disconnection from the others around her– a symbol of living a sheltered life without hardship (which both is and isn’t true).

The heiress keeps from dwelling on it for too long so that she may answer the question, but without thinking she almost tries to hide the snowflake-esque symbol on her back by facing the other more directly.

“Why, yes it is.”

#flowerofwar #✽╎( ANSWERED. )

"My name Jeff"

“. . .

Is that foreign?”

#SHE'S SO??? LOST?#russbus6969 #✽╎( ANSWERED. )

" Sup', gorgeous~ "

“Shoo.”

#shieldandswxrd #ew. B(#✽╎( ANSWERED. )

"Weiss? Wow you look fantastic and well." Neptune smiled

Although her goal now is to find Winter, she almost finds herself instinctively holding on to the slightest bit of hope that she’ll reunite with someone… Ruby, Blake, Yang… Anybody. Perhaps one reason she didn’t want to leave her quarters ( even before her father so horribly confined her there ) was that it didn’t feel the same. There wasn’t anyone she looked forward to seeing, barring a certain servant and maybe her little brother before she discovered his true intentions. She found herself always expecting one of her teammates to be there, asking if they can tag along with her during one of her outings; or maybe Jaune ambushing her with another ridiculous song while the rest of his team watched from the room behind him; or maybe suddenly realizing Sun or Neptune were about to let themselves in. Is this what it’s like to want to see someone? No, it’s what it feels like to miss someone, and it weighed surprisingly heavy on her.

Neptune’s greeting doesn’t initially yield a proper reaction out of her. She’s about to criticize herself for being too optimistic, and become furious with herself for even daring to look in his direction. Still, she does and she’s unable to even control the absolutely bewildered look on her face. Resisting the urge to make any exclamation that would bring any attention to herself at this checkpoint, she hurries over to him.

A billion questions come to mind, but she can’t seem to sort them out.

“Neptune. . !?”

#azxremarksman #✽╎( ANSWERED. )

That finale though.

#( all these cool blogs followed me --#god i gotta follow a lot of you back. )#✽╎( OOC. )

It is hard to say whether the school Weiss went to (before Beacon) assigned students to design their own weapons like at Signal Academy, but either way, Winter helped Weiss design/create Myrtenaster.

#✽╎( HEADCANON. )#it just makes sense to me #her weapon is actually really important to her js

comes out of the void

screams, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” about the new episode and hides again.

#✽╎( ORION SPEAKS. )#this is a scream for multiple reasons one of them being weiss

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