Papa Schnee

Shared side blog run by prcdigaldaughter and koeniginschnee

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Jacques has put his children through the trauma of being raised by a narcissistic parent. The roles designed to each child have changed over the years as each were born and events took place.

The role of "The Golden Child" has been designated to each. Winter held this role until she started to act against her father and it went to Weiss who was young and a people pleaser when it came to performances and being paraded around like a doll. However, when Weiss decided to leave for Beacon, she fell out of favor with Jacques. This passed the role on to Whitley.

The "Lost Child" was Whitley up until both sisters defected, leaving him to now be the focus of his father's attention.

As for "The Black Sheep/The Scapegoat," Winter took this role after she started acting against Jacques. Hints of this can be found in the episode where Jacques says that she (Winter) has torn their family apart to Weiss.

In addition, the illusion of a perfect family life is in place. Jacques "plays nice" and has put up a facade so others do not even question the family's happiness. He thinks that he knows best and will not take criticism of his actions.

I might elaborate on this further in the future, but this is my personal view of Jacques.

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"Ungrateful brats."

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"Disobedience must be corrected through whatever means necessary. All one does by being lenient is give a child power they do not deserve to have."

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scareqrowbranwen:

“I only hit people who deserve it,” Qrow hissed. He would have let go, he would have walked off, leaving Jacques to nurse his wounds. But the loudmouth just had to keep talking didn’t he?

And it was the last thing he said that made Qrow’s blood boil again. 

In a flash, there was another punch, this time to the gut. He kept his grip on Jacques shirt to keep him from falling. “Children do not belong to their parents. They are people, with thoughts and feelings all their own. And you don’t deserve the two brilliant girls you were given.”

He let go, pushing Jacques away from him in disgust. “And just so you know, I helped raise two girls, and it’s amazing what a little love and compassion will do with kids. You should try it sometime.”

“I deserve no such thing,” he hissed. “I have done my job as a parent, and it is not your place to decide what I am and am not allowed to do.”

Wiping the blood from his lip, Jacques glared at Qrow as he straightened up again. “Though, given your...status, I am not surprised that you have lowered yourself to such a barbaric way of approaching me. I swear my daughter continues to disappoint me with every individual she decides to interact with. Though none quite as vexing as you.”

That was not meant to be a compliment.

Jacques liked having control. Winter’s decision to leave their family and join the military took control away from him in a way he hadn’t thought she would dare attempt. This lowlife in front of him also being a part of his daughter’s life was surely nothing more than an attempt to get under his skin.

“Just walk away, Branwen. I may even consider overlooking your delinquency if you end this charade Winter has seemingly been dedicated to for an unnecessary amount of time.”

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scareqrowbranwen:

It was true, Qrow had no proof. But he knew he’d hurt her before, he knew she had been just fine yesterday, and dammit he knew this asshole would have no qualms about hurting her again.

But it wasn’t until Jacques said it was Winter’s own doing that Qrow snapped. Before he could think, he had punched Jacques right in the face, reaching for the others shirt to pull him back so they were face to face again. “It is never the victims fault. You hear me? You’re her father, you’re supposed to love and protect her. Through thick and thin, because that’s what fathers do.”

The first thing Jacques was aware of was the scent, and taste, of blood. Of course getting to where he was now came with some unfortunate incidents in which he was familiar with the pain, but the fact that Qrow had actually dared to punch him was slightly surprising.

Then again, his eldest had abysmal taste in companions.

“Unhand me,” he demanded. “So, this is the sort she associates with? Lowlifes with a likelihood of violence. How could anyone be certain you were not the cause of her injuries you are so quick to try and blame me for?”

Surely anyone would believe it. Just the look of the man screamed ruffian. “As if you would know what being a father entails. I have given my children every opportunity to succeed, and what has the eldest done? Nothing more than ungratefully throw those opportunities in my face and run off while influencing her sister into disobeying as well. I will not have what belongs to me so openly disrespect my authority.”

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Qrow straightened up as Jacques did, maintaining eye contact. He’d faced down tougher foes than Jacques Schnee, and he would not back down. Not from him.

“And you are aware I spoke to her yesterday, and she said nothing about such injuries, correct?” Qrow snapped back, mocking Jacques tone. She had been fine yesterday, and not fair from the city. Now she was unconscious in the hospital. Seemed unlikely she had gotten her injuries from there to here.

“None of your business.” Qrow wasn’t about to tell who he’d heard that from. There would be hell to pay for them, and he wouldn’t be responsible for that. “Are you even a little bit sorry your daughter is critically injured? It sure as hell doesn’t look like it.”

Did the other not know his place?

“I hardly see how that is relevant. Surely anything could happen from one moment to the next, so unless you have any proof, you should stop with your baseless accusations and get out.

“As for feeling sorry for her injuries, why should I? It is her own doing.” And it truly was. Winter should have known better than to feel the need to constantly defy him in everything she did. She knew that there would be consequences for her actions. She had no right to complain.

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“You’re right, I have no respect for private property. Not any belonging to you, anyway,” Qrow snapped. He kicked the door shut behind him, hearing something clatter onto the floor. Good, he hoped his semblance had caused something to break.

“I’m not going anywhere. I told you, we need to talk.” He walked over, hands slamming down onto the desk, eyes burning into Jacques Schnee.

“Winter is in the goddamn hospital, and I have it from a very reliable source you put her there. Care to explain, or should I just punch you right now?”

Why did this low-life feel the need to test his patience? Not only breaking and entering but treating his things without a modicum of respect as well. It seemed a miracle that he hadn’t had the man shot for his insolence.

“Is that what this is about?” He rolled his eyes and briefly pushed his chair backward to stand and look down at Qrow. “You are aware that she has a job in the military, correct? Any number of things could have caused whatever injuries she sustained." 

He was neither confirming nor denying the accusation, simply offering an alternative explanation that did not put him at blame. And in all honesty, it was more than plausible. 

“Though, I am curious as to whom your ‘reliable source’ is.”

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scareqrowbranwen:

To say Qrow was displeased with Jacques would be an understatement. He was furious. How dare Jacques put his own daughter in the goddamn hospital. What the fuck was he thinking?

It turned out, Qrow didn’t much care what he was thinking. He just knew he was not going to turn a blind eye to this. 

That was how he’d found himself slamming open the door to the Schnee mansion, striding through as confidently as if he owned the place. He noticed none of the servants got in his way. Smart. They knew a man on a mission when they saw one.

The next door to be slammed open was the one to Jacques study. Qrow gave him a humorless smile. “We need to talk.”

The moment the door opened, Jacques wondered who in all of Remnant would have the audacity to enter his office without permission. Not that he had to wait long to find out, but when he did, his glare hardened. 

Of course he would be bothered by him.

Sitting back in his chair and lacing his fingers together, Jacques was certain that the other was only here to waste his time. “You do not have an appointment. Why you were even allowed in my home is concerning, and clearly you do not have respect for private property."

Then again, what could be expected from a vagrant?

“Get out.”

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does my anger unsettle you?

    does it make you uncomfortable?

         does it SCARE you?

                                        GOOD.

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Was that a door slamming somewhere within the manor?

He was trying to run a business here. Did no one understand how important that was? Whatever commotion that had dared disturb him was the servants’ problem, and if they didn’t handle it in a timely manner, he would most certainly have some words with the staff.

They should be grateful they even had jobs to begin with.

With a scowl, Jacques returned to reading through a speech prepared by his PR team to see if he could find any weak points they would have to remedy before the next social event. He would not accept anything less than perfect.

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I think manipulation is the greatest art of them all

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“I am encouraging her to do what she wishes, not what I demand of her!” Was being a huntress a dangerous path? Of course it was, Winter was well aware of this fact. She trained as a huntress, and she knew the dangers that her sister would face, but she also had faith in Weiss’ skills as well. 

“Do not claim to only be looking out for her well-being. We both know that you have an ulterior motive regarding that creature.” What it was, however, she was not entirely certain. Of course he wouldn’t tell her what that plan was.

Glaring at her father, Winter knew that her words would do her no favors, but they needed to be said.

“As for treating her like a daughter…I am treating her as a sister. If she sees me as a parental figure, then that shows just how poor of one you have proven to be.”

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His cane was in his hand in a flash, striking towards his daughter’s the woman’s ribs, “And a fine sister you have been to her. Tell me, when was the last time you made an effort to talk to her? When was the last time you gave her a call? Or have you been too busy on some fool’s errand for the General than you didn’t even give her a thought?”

He aimed another strike at the Huntress’ leg, “I have tried time and time again to contact her. I have tried everything to get her to call home. And I find that the reason she has been ignoring me is you,” venom dripped from his voice as his rage flared even brighter. “The one who she had to practically beg for a conversation. One that wouldn’t have even happened had you not been there anyway for work. Call me a poor father all you want, Winter. At least I care about Weiss.”

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Watching his youngest with annoyance, Mr. Schnee wondered what Weiss hoped to accomplish. Hadn’t she learned from her sister? That, and hadn’t he made it clear as to where he stood on the subject even if she conveniently forgot that detail?

“No, and that is final. Becoming a huntress is nothing but throwing your life away, and you are meant to stay here and run a business.”

She was the only one left to hand the company down to if there was any chance of it remaining in the family, and he had hoped that he had enough time to shape Weiss into an adequate successor, but she disappointed him at every turn. He blamed her mother and sister for Weiss’ defiance. They had done nothing but encourage her current behavior.

“No daughter of mine will be permitted to become a huntress.”

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Winter should have expected the blow, but it stung and left her glaring at at him once she recovered enough to straighten again. Her jaw was clenched and her hands balled up into fists, but she would not strike now. Stooping to his level would confirm she was no better. 

“I remember enough.” She was old enough to remember plenty about her mother, and he would not be able to take those memories from her.

“You claim to have given us opportunities, which I will not deny, surely anyone would wish for the same, but kindness has never been something you have offered. Do you honestly believe that it is my influence that made Weiss wish to get away from Atlas? I surely never left. If anything it was how you handle anything you do not deem as perfect.”

Because nothing ever was perfect. Nothing was ever good enough, and he liked pushing both of his daughters to the point of turning against him.

“You have only yourself to blame. And how dare you send Weiss to fight that monstrosity? You endangered her life for some ridiculous test?”

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“Weiss is my daughter. Not yours, as much as you have tried to act otherwise. I will not sit idle while you tell me how to raise her!” He was shouting now. His receptionist could likely hear them, but that was why he paid her such an exorbitant wage. He needed discretion, and that was one thing money could buy.

“She needed to learn what she would face were she to travel down that idiotic path. You think I endangered her life? Can you honestly say you aren’t doing the same by encouraging her to pursue a career that puts most in their graves?”

There was of course, the other reason. Pitting Weiss against the Armor had not only been a test for her, but a test for it as well. If he was to find a way to harness the brutality of the Grimm, to turn their own power against them, then his methods needed to be tested. Despite the Armor’s destruction, he would call that test a success.

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“Do you wish for me to listen or obey? They are two very different things.” Winter had always listened, but she chose not to follow his orders. She did not want to do as he said. She did not want to stand quietly to the side and simply allow her life to be dictated for her.

Watching carefully as he stood, Winter knew not to take a step back. To step away would be admitting to fear, and despite knowing what could come, she stood her ground. Showing weakness now was not an option.

She gave him a look of mild annoyance as he spoke of bottling up anger–as if he had room to talk–only to freeze for a moment when he said they were alike. As much as she wanted to scream that it wasn’t true, that she was nothing like him, Winter knew that she couldn’t.

He wasn’t wrong.

It took her a few seconds longer to recover than she liked, but she straightened her back subtly and gave him a side-eyed glance. “Then I get my worst qualities from you. How proud you must be. My best surely come from mother.”

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The back of his free hand connected with her cheek and his teeth clenched. “How dare you speak of your mother. You were but a child when she was alive. You don’t know her. You never knew her.”

He knew she was purposefully trying to rile him up, but he didn’t care. He would not stand having his wife used to strike a low blow against him. If she wanted a fight, she was doing a wonderful job of provoking him.

“How could I possibly be proud of such an ingrate?” he asked, “It is not your anger that I despise. It is your insolence. The same insolence you have infected your sister with. I have given you and Weiss every opportunity you could desire and you throw that kindness back in my face.” 

Fury blazed behind icy eyes. He tightened his grip on his cane, the temptation to use it overwhelming. But not yet. Let her draw her weapon first. Whether she preferred a fist fight or a full on duel, he would be more than happy to beat her into submission.

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“Likewise,” she said back, her anger at him only rising as he spoke. Of course he wouldn’t be pleasant, of course any act of parental care was nothing more than that. An act for others to believe.

Ignoring the comment about wasting his time and strode into the center of the room, leaving distance between her and the desk–keeping that barrier between them–and forcing herself into a position where she could not be ignored.

“Is a daughter not allowed to visit a parent?” she asked while attempting to keep her tone neutral. There were a number of things she could say in an attempt to fix, but it would be a waste of breath. They were already things she had said before.

“However, I have a few things I would like to discuss should you wish to entertain the idea of listening.” Not that he would, but she was trying to prod him into an argument on purpose for once, and she did not want to be overly obvious about that fact. What happened here would be entirely her own fault.

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“I fail to see why I should give you the courtesy of listening when you have time and again utterly refused to extend the same courtesy to me,” he said, his voice a low growl. In public, he kept his rage concealed. After all, he wouldn’t want any bad press coming back to the Company. But behind closed doors he had little issue letting it boil to the surface.

Winter knew this, so why had she barged into his office to speak with him in private?  Ahhh, of course. She was angry and had decided to come take it out on him. Well, he would be happy to oblige.

He stood, taking his cane in hand and tucking it under his arm. In a few short strides he was in front of her, less than a foot separating them. It was close enough to put her even more on edge than she already was, but that was the point. She wanted to play games with him? He would play right back.

“You’re angry, I can see it. You keep it bottled up in public to keep up appearances but now that you’re alone, with me, it’s clear as day.” He couldn’t help the smirk that came to his face, “Maybe we are more alike than I first realised.”