nyello friendos iâve done it iâve remade and iâm finally finished! all my old stuff is still available over at @ryoshan-a but iâll be migrating headcanon posts over and stuff. if youâre still interested in rping with my yang, would you mind REBLOGGING this post? bless yâall for your support and patience <3Â
i am going through with a reboot of this blog, but slowly. that was a long weekend, and iâve got precious little free time coming up thanks to work patterns. but itâll happen!! iâll be using the same url, but now blog, new tags, new theme etc. iâll be back as soon as iâm able. thanks for your patience and support, youâre all invaluable to me!!Â
â hey, wait. â she reached her hand out and rested it on yang's shoulder, enough to stop her in place. once she was confident she had yang's attention, she gently raised the sleeve up yang's arm. her eyes flickered to the stark red dripping down her skin. â huh. i knew you got hit there earlier. â blake looked up towards yang's eyes. â let me treat it? â
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  âhuh?âÂ
truth be told, yang hadnât even NOTICED. the first twinge of pain only comes once blake shifts her sleeve, and she sees the loosed blood that had once been trapped under the fabric. maybe the pressure of the jacket had kept the pain at bay, but now it was sure making itself heard.Â
  âoh. ow!âÂ
  (still a delayed reaction, though.)Â
her other hand reaches over to hold her sleeve up, peering down at the gash and wondering why her aura hadnât caught up to it yet. what follows is a smile thatâs SHEEPISH, that reminds her that sheâs still the LOOSE CANNON of the group.Â
  âi guess i pushed my semblance harder than i thought in that last fight, huh?â she says, eyes flicking between blake and the cut. she toys with refusing the offer â her aura will kick in eventually, then all thatâll be left is to make sure she doesnât get any blood on the carpet in the dorm. weiss wouldnât thank her for that. but the other option is to take the opportunity. blakeâs gained a reputation already as the quiet one, despite her raucous company. that didnât stop behind closed doors.Â
she shrugs and immediately regrets the motion, something like a hiss escaping between her teeth as she does so.Â
  âsure. i didnât know you were a doctor.â she grins, extending her elbow to nudge blake in jest. she ends up regretting that too. âow â yeah, before i do MORE damage to it, would be nice!âÂ
i know iâve been awol and done nothing to deserve anyoneâs attention so it might be a little rich coming and posting this now, but i really, really miss writing yang. iâm at a point where i actually have super few threads, but everything feels messy and clogged up, and a clean slate would make it so much easier to write here.Â
my question is, if i remade, would yâall still be interested in writing with my yang?Â
      â mm, â amitola begins, cheeks blushing rose - pink  at the mention of her being sweet ( only someone so bitter to the core theyâre rotting could think sheâs sweet. right ? ).  with an eyebrow cocked, a smirk now laying on her features, ilia lets out a soft chuckle. â &&. whatâs that supposed to mean, yang ?  do i not look very sweet ? â reptile teases, &&. her hand reluctantly slips into the flame - wrought girlâs. but the smirk quickly dies into a frown. atlasâs name rings through her ears like a nightmare ripping her brain apart, &&. it takes all of iliaâs will not to turn a horrid shade of blue right then &&. there. â yeah. letâs â enjoy tonight, then. â shaking off the nerves, ilia realizes: thereâs something about the blonde, something welcoming &&. warm &&. comforting that makes the faunus glad sheâs spending the evening with her and not somebody else. itâs been a long time since iâve felt like this. amitolaâs thumb brushes mindlessly along yangâs knuckles, &&. her pursuit of ice cream ( &&. independence ! ) will not be ruined by a certain feline.
   yang didnât exactly mean it to be taken so literally, and for a moment she was ready to blabber just how sweet ilia DID in fact look. but see, then she caught the coy little smile, and it became all too apparent that ilia was FLIRTING with her. well, yang could give as she GOT. her hand tightened around iliaâs, pulling her from seated and just maybe letting her hand linger, her own grin spreading wolfishly across her lips.Â
  âoh i donât know about that,â yang drawled, turning heel and making her way to the door, tugging ilia as she went. âbut you sure do look sweeter when your eyes are sparkling like that.âÂ
     ICE CREAM.  when has she ever had that luxury in the last few years ? it was something of a rarity in childhood â if her parents had some extra money, theyâd allow ilia to have some, or on occasion theyâd serve it at lunch in prep school. sure, she enjoyed it in the times sheâd been able to have it, but it reminded her of her sad upbringing, some nights not even having dinner. the thought, however, gets cut off by yangâs next words. hmm, sheâs close ! but not quite. ilia smirks upon viewing the blondeâs wink, so CONFIDENT in her answer !  â mmm, almost. cookie dough, â she replies, smug look on her countenance, fondly recalling what, in prep school, seemed like a pretentious fucking flavor of ice cream. spots flash yellow once again at the thought of ice cream â how juvenile, childish, and yet yang makes it seem almost romantic enough for a first date ( but itâs totally not a date, right ? ).  â are you wanting to go, then ? exploring seems like it would be fun, too. â
  âcookie dough, huh?â yang parrots, tilting her head and something of a sly grin crossing her lips. itâs amazing how quickly she can FORGET the grey cloud that had been rippling overhead for the best part of a few hours in her pursuit to chase away iliaâs. itâs a skill of hers she prizes and has no intention of changing. âyouâre SWEETER than you look.âÂ
  she stands, offering out a hand to ilia. âbetter than holing up here, right? besides, it might be our last chance, i heard weâre leaving for atlas soon.âÂ
     they say the best way to tell a story is to let imagination run its work in place of a long, tedious explanation. show, not tell, so blakeâs heard. so what does it mean when she stands in front of yangâs door, five minutes into staring at a spinning splotch of wood, her heavily bandaged fingers wrapped around a guitar with splinters that poke at her skin? the idea of watching yang interpret this makes blakeâs breath wither.
     regardless, she knocks on the door.
     â yang. itâs blake. â
   the funny thing about peace is that once itâs been turned upside down, you stop trusting it. it returns, and you watch it like a scorned lover for any signs of change, any hint that itâs going to toss you from its back at the smallest of hurdles. yangâs life will never be like it was BEFORE, but this past few days have been so calm as to put her on edge. the knock (no-one knocks in this damned house) makes her teeth feel like glass.Â
  the voice, however, soothes it.Â
  âoh, ow!â shouldnât have tried to stand up when sheâs been hunched over a desk for hours. her right hand extends, metal fingers working into her shoulder muscles. âcome on in.âÂ
ok. listen i know i havent been here in ages and this isnât an original idea but hear me out:
RWBY as a live action tv series, and our characters as the actors, actresses, and crew. Â
set in our world modern verse. featuring a small production company, employing and casting crew and actors from all over the world. not convinced yet? hereâs why yâall should indulge me:Â
your muse canonically dead or afk? not anymore!! they produce the show now. or write it. or just hang out on the set when theyâre free.Â
your muse a villain and hard to rp with other folk? not anymore!!! let them be pals with the most unlikely of other people. see how they deal with fndm hating their character. (or loving their char too much)
your char an oc? nOT ANYMORE. theyre canon chars now. maybe they write the show. direct. tell qrow off when he almost posts spoilers on twitter. ANYTHING
whats a crossover? the ocs you rp with are now actors/crew in their own universeâs movie/game/tv show. the chars from other fandoms are actors/crew in their sourceâs show/movie/game.Â
your ship a rarepair u jump through hoops to put together? not anymore!! their actors are shacking up.Â
lbr weâre all suffering the hiatus. who needs canon material for this!! theyâre in shooting for the eps thatâll air in october.Â
seriously, how easy would it be to get,, literally the entire community involved in something like this. TAG ME IF YOU DO!!! i wanna see what folk come up with!!
still not convinced? hereâs some ideas i came up with, with the help of @iruzurru and @rosescattered. obv if i mention your muse and you wanna get in on this dont feel like you have to follow these!! these are just meant to inspireâą
ok. listen i know i havent been here in ages and this isnât an original idea but hear me out:
RWBY as a live action tv series, and our characters as the actors, actresses, and crew. Â
set in our world modern verse. featuring a small production company, employing and casting crew and actors from all over the world. not convinced yet? hereâs why yâall should indulge me:Â
your muse canonically dead or afk? not anymore!! they produce the show now. or write it. or just hang out on the set when theyâre free.Â
your muse a villain and hard to rp with other folk? not anymore!!! let them be pals with the most unlikely of other people. see how they deal with fndm hating their character. (or loving their char too much)
your char an oc? nOT ANYMORE. theyre canon chars now. maybe they write the show. direct. tell qrow off when he almost posts spoilers on twitter. ANYTHING
whats a crossover? the ocs you rp with are now actors/crew in their own universeâs movie/game/tv show. the chars from other fandoms are actors/crew in their sourceâs show/movie/game.Â
your ship a rarepair u jump through hoops to put together? not anymore!! their actors are shacking up.Â
lbr weâre all suffering the hiatus. who needs canon material for this!! theyâre in shooting for the eps thatâll air in october.Â
seriously, how easy would it be to get,, literally the entire community involved in something like this. TAG ME IF YOU DO!!! i wanna see what folk come up with!!
still not convinced? hereâs some ideas i came up with, with the help of @iruzurru and @rosescattered. obv if i mention your muse and you wanna get in on this dont feel like you have to follow these!! these are just meant to inspireâą
under the cut, cause lONG:Â
taiyang and summer club together every year to fund a holiday for the entire cast and crew to celebrate the end of a season. they buy out an entire plane for the journeys and instigate travelling songsÂ
taiyang is a writer for the show who played ruby and yangâs dad more as a cameo, but got given more scenes when the character proved rlly popularÂ
summer is a writer too. noone, not even tai knows sheâs gonna be playing summer when she shows up later in the show >:3cÂ
emerald and cinder being best friends who play up icly for the fans. emerald throws down on twitter with anyone who harrasses cinder for playing a baddieÂ
winter wasnât an actor originally. she writes novels, but she was on set one day waiting for weiss to finish shooting so they could go to lunch.Â
she was given first dibs on an audition to play weissâ ic sister and nails it. weiss insists sheâs not even acting, sheâs just Really Like ThisÂ
winter writes fanfic of emerald/cinder on ao3 for shits and giggles dont @ me. noone knows its her bc she uses winterâs ic callsign as a username and ppl just assume its a winter fan
this is yangâs first big acting job, but sheâs Known in celebrity circles because her mom is the Very Famous Raven Branwen.ravenâs a household nameÂ
raven subsequently gets cast as her real mom because it just makes sense and would boost the seriesâ popularity following her guest appearance at the end of volume 2Â
qrow is very vocal about his characterâs storylines and supports charities relating to substance abuse. he frequently finds himself in twitter discourse with fans because he loudly discourages romanticising his characterÂ
this gets him accused of hating his character, which he doesnât. fandom either loves him or hates himÂ
qrow and raven arent siblings but they might as well be because theyâre so fking close and roast each other on twitter all the timeÂ
neoâs actress is actually a really famous opera singer whoâs breaking into acting. this gives rise to the popular fanon that neo actually can talk and has a bitchinâ voice but chooses not to.Â
emeraldâs an orphan. she bounced around kids homes and developed a great talent for lying in the process. hearing a drama teacher describe acting as âlying really wellâ sealed the deal for her career choice. sheâs had bit parts and lives in a shitty apartment until rwby becomes her first big break.Â
coco was a big actress in france. she came to america seeking to break into hollywood, and found it pretty difficult. sheâs emeraldâs roommate, and itâs emerald who tells her about the opening for a member of team cfvy and pushes her to audition.Â
ilia has to wear one of those green screen suits all the time so they can animate her scales. yang gets a selfie with her every time sheâs wearing it. takes upon takes have been ruined by blake and sun laughing at her.Â
it annoys ilia at first. then, she starts to find it funny. then, she gets her own back by purposefully making people laugh. she does the yoshi mlem every time she cracks her whip.Â
pyrrhaâs actress routinely gets bit parts and cameos in future volumes bc the cast and crew love her so much they want her around all the time. sheâs like 50% of the reason a comedy mini-series where nothing bad happens exists alongside the main series.Â
the entire cast and crew rallying around cinder after v3 when the fan backlash comes from pyrrhaâs onscreen death. they throw a party after to celebrate pyrrha and cinders great performances. its a greek theme
team rwby, smartasses that they are, all come dressed as achilles with little papier mache arrows stuck in their heels
weiss is a Career Showman. she started off in ballet, then moved to broadway, then onto the bigscreen. sheâs had a huge amount of success despite how young she is, and was continually pushed to land greater and greater roles. she suffered a very publicised breakdown because of the stress.Â
she âdisappearedâ in the showbiz scene when she went to live with winter in her remote little writing shack in the middle of assfuck nowhere to recharge.Â
rwby is her first acting job since then. she was hesitant to start back at all, but finds herself extremely supported and refreshed by the small, close-knit production.Â
blakeâs had to work twice as hard for every role sheâs ever landed due to being an ethnic minority. her professionalism makes her seem closed off and cold, so she hasnât made many friends. she has a small, devoted fanbase, though.
summer is one of those fans, and has always wanted to cast blake in something. her character was written with her in mind, and summer was elated when blake accepted the proffered audition and subsequent role in rwby.Â
ruby is summer and taiâs daughter!! they are not shy at all about saying that her part was written For Her. they donât apologise for it either fuck u they created this show they cast who they want.Â
the red trailer only initially existed for ruby to do a screentest of her character. it was so well produced and nailed so hard they made it promotional material and wrote the white, black and yellow ones to go with it.Â
ruby grew up reading her parentsâ stuff and writing her own, too. in school, she wrote, directed and produced an entire play for her classmates, but never thought of acting until her parents suggested she play the lead in this new show theyâve been thinking about.Â
ruby and yang met on set. theyâve been thick as thieves ever since.Â
     A PANG OF HURT SWEPT THROUGH THE CAGE  of her chest at such words: â i wonât ever hurt you. â those words ⊠theyâd been spoken to her before. and not in any way laced with love and care, no, those words were once doused in malice. manipulation. bad intention. but now ⊠she was past that. she knew yang, better than most people. that wasnât how she meant such words. especially not with the way she pressed lips to blakeâs neck, as if it would break at any moment. like it was her world.
     but before anything about that could be said, yang was choking on her speech, and feline ears drooped low in response. to feel safe. aside from her parentsâ, it was arguable that this pair of arms was the only one she felt safe in â and she was responsible for the loss of one of those arms.  â hey, itâs â â donât say itâs okay. maybe sheâs not okay. â iâm here. â for now, she decided not to pry on whatever chaos ensued in the blondeâs head, and just hold her. the way she should have after the fall of beacon. the way she should have for all those months yang spent recovering. arms curled around her partnerâs torso, clutching their figures together as if their lives depended on it. several kisses ( slow, steady, soft ) were planted into cascading yellow hair, and for a moment, blake wondered what she wouldâve wanted to hear in a time of such vulnerability. for yang to break down like this ⊠this was uncommon. this was how she knew that yang loved her, trusted her.
     â yang ⊠iâm not sure whatâs going on, but iâve got you. â
  curling into blake, there was no way that yang could feel any smaller, and perhaps that was for the best. she made herself a boulder on the battlefield, a target,, a focus, larger than life. tangled in blakes arms with her face buried into her neck, it felt almost as if yang could actually hide from it all and take this space for herself. of course, her own mind niggled that she had no reason to cry, pointed out that she couldnât place a reason for doing so at all, but her heart was too overwhelmed to hear it. all she heard now was the soothing murmur of blakeâs voice. she felt her teeth digging into her lip, and was conscious enough to stop it before she started tasting metal.Â
  (let the tears come, her father had said once. well, more than once.)
  âi just...âÂ
  no, donât explain, not yet. yang stopped trying, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. it didnât matter why, anyway. it didnât matter what had come up behind her and overwhelmed her unexpectedly. it didnât matter there was a wealth of issues beyond this one yang hadnât yet touched upon, had left buried and raw. blake was here. no matter what came next, the battles to come and demons to be conquered, blake would be here this time to see her through it.Â
      â i appreciate that. â chameleon notes, small smile creeping onto her face, though itâs quickly wiped away. thereâs brief moment of worry / a fleeting notion that she could never talk to yang about what truly bothered her. for as long as it would take for her to get over her affections for the feline, it was possible. she may have to bury those feelings, strangle them to death and toss them off a cliff in her body. even if right now, she struggled with these emotions, she would have to overcome them for the better. wouldnât she?
     rather than mope, ilia decides to try to maintain the positive mood yang has provided her with. itâs then that she briefly thinks that the blonde reminds her of sunflowers, tall, strong, bright.
     â what tricks do you have? â
  âwell, i dunno if youâve had much of a chance to do some exploring since you came around, but i know of a mean ice cream stall not too far into town.âÂ
  she knows of several, actually, and a lot more besides. say what you like about haven, the place didnât lack colour in the upper wards, and even with the largely unexplained chaotic events at the school, it seemed like the community was determined to continue on their day to day. more power to them, too, in yangâs eyes.Â
  âyou look like... the chocolate chip type to me.â yang says, topping the guess off with a cocky wink. âor maybe raspberry ripple!âÂ
okay i swear im not letting the hiatus beat me, HOWEVER if youâre not:Â
@mcka
@colorshifts / @defectore
@rosescattered
@thuskindlyiscatter
@nvvrrmorr
then please consider our thread dropped! sorry, but work is hotting up, iâm running another blog and family stuff is taking over my life so i need to cut back. iâm still always up for random ic asks, though, and encourage them if you can deal with my slow ass!Â
if iâm not here, you can find me at GAYVALRY, or hit up my discord which iâll fling under the cut. YOU MUST TELL ME WHO YOU ARE IF YOU ADD ME OR I WONâT ACCEPT.Â
  now, hana has encountered a wide variety of things that were strange and peculiar. like losing a d.va - look - alike contest at one con sheâd gone to a while back ( the winner looked NOTHING like her !! ) and having fans gloss over that she was even there ( it was more funny than anything, truth be told. )
  but not once had she met someone who mistook her typical gear as cosplay.Â
  a look of confusion flashes across her face as she puts her drink down. â    itâs not a cosplay, but⊠thanks ?   â
  yang laughs to start with -- till she realises the girl in front of her isnât laughing either. jeez, she even SOUNDS exactly like hana song. yang should know, she MAINS d.va and thereâs nothing quite like running around behind your teammates and spamming âwinky face! winky face! winky face!â until they kick you from the group. if she didnât know it couldnât possibly be true, sheâd say sheâs sharing a table with the actual hana song. but that canât possibly be true, right? Â
       âhah -- what, you tellinâ me you impersonate d.va professionally?
                    i hope youâre paid well, itâs... a SPOT ON impression!â
     Ruby would let Yang drown the world in tears, if needed. Her own tears dried sooner than Yangâs, and she was glad for it. She recalled the way Yang always comforted her when she was in her arms, crying until her eyes burned red and her face swelled plump. Ruby brought her hand to Yangâs back, rubbing in long, rhythmic circles, and she would give her a kiss on the head, occasionally, when she felt a small shudder from her shoulders.Â
     When Yang pulled away, Ruby greeted Yang with a smile. They both did. They gave a small, little smile, no more than a star would move an inch after a thousand years, but Ruby knew it was the truest one theyâd shared in a long, long time. Yang needed this moment, and Ruby would provide it to her until she no longer walked on Remnant. She rested her hands on Yangâs.
     âIâm not done yet,â Ruby said, and shook her head lightly. âAbsolutely not done yet. I just thought of something we can do to make this day better⊠um, well, unless you feel like you need some alone time instead. Which is perfectly fine! I gotta put a cold towel on my eyes. They feel so puffed right now. And Iâm rambling. You want me to get you a cold towel, too?â
  that empty feeling was rearing its head again, but this time yang welcomed it with open arms in the wake of the tidal wave of EVERYTHING. none of it came with surprise -- yang had always felt things in extremes, and this emptiness was a cleansing one, rather than a hollow one. it made it easier to take breath, like a vent cleared of debris. she wasnât fighting the chaos just to live, anymore.Â
  âyeah... yeah.â yang said, hands -- well, one hand, sheâd learned her lesson already about rubbing her eyes with the metal heel -- rising to wipe at her eyes. puffy didnât quite begin to describe it.Â
  âwhat dâyou have planned, rubes?â she asked, her voice considerably lighter than the moments before, and her limbs finally obeying her with strength instead of jelly where her muscles were. even so, when she stood up she almost immediately sat back down again, the shift of something in her pocket poking at her thigh and bringing forth a sharp âouch!â and reminding her of something rather important.Â
  â...hey, ruby? i have something for you.âÂ
   normally, she doesnât care to let on just how sad the world can seem from her own point of view. no, she prefers to reflect her namesake; a beautiful rose, in bloom on a perfect summerâs day. the kind of thing that would make any person smile should they look her way, no matter how bad their day had been thus far.
   she doesnât care to acknowledge the shadow in the room, looming over her shoulder like the grim reaper with its scythe poised to strike at any given moment. she doesnât care to talk about the way her throat tightens when she wakes up in the middle of the night & realizes everything thatâs happened since the vytal festival tournament was real, & the fear in her heart was just as real.
   with yang, being vulnerable was just a bit more tolerable.
   ruby sniffles in the silence that follows yangâs question, a silence she allows to linger in lieu of providing an answer. she knows there had been no way to predict exactly what would happen in the months that followed beaconâs fall. there was no way to predict yangâs struggles or emotions, or how she would have reacted to ruby had she chosen to stay behind. ( would it have been worse to stay after all ? she doesnât want to think it would have been, but after hearing more about the relics & salemâs future plans, could she have gone on to live blissfully ignorant of the world, living out what time they may have had left with her sister & father ? ruby knows the answer, but admitting it was right to leave her sister behind was difficult. )
     â i just wanted to make things okay again, â she murmurs in the crook of yangâs arm, hugging the limb to her chest, clinging like it was the last lifeline sheâd ever get. â itâs so hard. i â i knew in my heart i was going to do what was right but it hurt so much. not knowing what was coming next ⊠it was scary. itâs still scary. â
itâs heartbreaking, every second they spend in quiet sadness, but yang thanks her lucky stars that they are spending these seconds together. as painful as this is, as much as yang wishes she could pull rubyâs pain from her heart like glass from a would and crush it into dust in her fist, itâs so much worse to think of ruby doing this alone. itâs better to be late than never, and with the months that yangâs aggression had pushed her baby sister into solitude still weighing on the back of her mind, yang has no intention of being out of arms reach ever again.Â
âi know.â she says, her hand beginning to run through soft, cropped hair. âi know you do. you always do, and you always know whatâs right, ruby.â thereâs no words yang has ever spoken that have been more true. even when they were kids, ruby always knew the right thing to do, even when the right thing to do was as simple as helping the rabbit free of the wire it had stuck itself on, and not take it from its family and keep it. everything is so much bigger now, and the weight on rubyâs shoulderâs is astronomical.Â
the least yang can do, aside from introducing CERTAIN ADULTS to the remaining half of ember celica, is to shoulder some of that burden.
âitâs scary for all of us, but dâyou know who should really be scared?â yang lets the question hang in the air, pausing for effect and even allowing the smallest flickers of a smile to play at the corners of her lips. âSALEM. because weâre brave, strong and TOGETHER. we have each other, and thereâs NOTHING we canât do if we help each other. right?â somehow, it sounds less convincing when yang says it than how she remembers ruby saying it, but the sentiment is there all the same. the promise to be here for ruby at ANY cost.Â
âi love you, ruby. youâre the strongest person i know, and together we could kick any old witchâs ass, even if we are scared. iâll be with you every step of the way.âÂ
yang leans her head forward slightly, and presses a kiss to rubyâs forehead.Â