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Who did the art for your icon?
The art for my icon was done by the mun behind askalittleweebcat.
Uh hello, I just finish to look at all your blog from page 1667 from now ( I hope it doesn't sound creepy and I'm sorry if it does ) and I just wanted to say that I really love your blog. Your Weiss, her history, Eve Schnee and her love with Odelle, every RP you've done with a Blake or Yang blog and if Monochrome was my OTP you are one of the reason I ship Freezerburn now. One of my favorite rp was the Grimm and Fable AU and I was wondering if you would write something about it if someone ask ?
First of all, thank you very much! I don’t find that creepy at all, and I’m flattered that you enjoy my RPs and my blog so much. It really means a lot to me.
As for your question, I’m always up for writing a request based off of past RPs.
Noire blushed as he got down on one knee with his ears showing. "Weiss will you marry me?" The faunus' amber eyes looked up as he gave her a small smile and shown a tiny diamond ring in his hands.
Weiss slowly lifted a brow, surveying the faunus in front of her. Her ears flicked back in thought, and then perked forward again as she sighed. “I’m flattered, but… I’m already sleeping with your much hotter sister.”
The specific person who slit her throat, I meant.
I hardly think it matters who slit her throat. White Fang ordered it. Regardless of who carried out the order, White Fang is still to blame.
Though of course, I have my suspicions already on exactly who it was.
Apodyopis , Odelle/Eve tho
Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone.
“What ye sketchin’ love?”
Eve nearly jumped out of her skin, slamming her notebook shut on instinct. The reaction was exactly what Odelle seemed to be hoping for; her laughter was loud and long as she doubled over, grasping at her desk. “Well,” she managed, “I can guess.”
“S-Shut up.” Thank God her partner hadn’t seen what Eve had been drawing. Needless to say, she had spent far more time watching Odelle during class than she’d spent listening to ProfessorPort’s lecture.
“Somethin’ naughty, then.” Odelle grinned, all fangs, and leaned in closer to whisper by Eve’s ear. “Donna worry, sweet. Yer secret’s safe wit’ me.”
“Oh, really?” Eve murmured, absently keeping one hand on her notebook and smacking away Odelle’s creeping fingers. “Somehow I doubt that.”
“Love. Love. You canna expect me to keep yer secret when I donna know wha’ i’ is.”
She knew she was fighting a losing battle, and with a sigh Eve nudged the sketchbook towards Odelle and lifted her hand away, ignoring the feline faunus’s smirk of triumph as she flipped the book open to the page Eve had been sketching on.
Eve at least got the satisfaction of seeing her lover’s triumphant smirk fade into stunned silence as she saw what had been drawn on the page. It was when the silence lasted that the white-haired girl started to worry.
While ProfessorPort’s stories had hardly been entertaining, the many, many, many memories of Odelle naked that Eve had stored in her brain had been; it had been almost laughably easy to sketch her lover from memory, to recreate an image of Odelle on paper with nothing but a pencil and an eraser.
Sure, Odelle was naked, but that was about it.
So why was Odelle just—staring like she couldn’t believe what she saw on the page?
“Is—is something wrong? If you don’t like it, I can just tear it out. Rong can burn it—“
“No! No, donna burn it. I just—“ Odelle swallowed. “You drew me so—I look beautiful.”
Eve frowned, baffled. “Well… of course you do,” she said. “You’re beautiful, Odelle.”
Odelle quietly set down the notebook, taking the time to make sure that it was completely closed. A moment later Eve squeaked as her girlfriend pulled her chair back and curled into her lap, clinging to her and nuzzling into her neck, purring deeply. Unable to help the smile, Eve’s arms came tight around the other girl. “Hey,” she murmured.
Odelle’s tail flicked, and she smiled against Eve’s skin. “Hey. Lyin’ doesna suit ye, my girl.”
“I’m not lying.” Eve turned her head, pressed a kiss to wild strands of black hair as she rubbed Odelle’s back. “You’re a beautiful girl, Odelle. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
Odelle shuddered before she pulled back, tilting Eve’s head up and kissing her, soft and gentle and warm. She was smiling, and that made the other girl happy.
Odelle may not have believed she was beautiful—not yet.
But Eve was determined to one day make her believe it.
Glynder
Set in the Darkside AU with askalittleweebcat.
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“Are you sure you’re all right?”
Most people would have been annoyed at how Cinder tended to fuss when something was wrong. Most people weren’t Glynda Goodwitch, and most people hadn’t been victims to the mental manipulations of a pure-blooded vampire—especially one as old and as powerful as Odelle Wisteria.
Frankly, Glynda knew she was lucky to be alive. She could still feel Odelle’s claws against her throat, could still hear her voice whispering in her mind.
So she reached out, found Cinder’s hand; took comfort in how quickly the vampire’s fingers curled against hers. “I’m fine,” she promised. “I am, Cinder. I’m safe.”
Cinder was quiet, golden eyes searching Glynda’s face, before she nodded, brought the blonde’s fingers to her lips.
There was a moment, before Glynda gently brushed Cinder’s face with her free hand. “Are you all right? That woman—Odelle—“
“… Helped me escape the clan when I was a child, yes.” It was a sigh, as Cinder nuzzled closer to her lover. “It was a long time ago. The woman who helped me and my parents isn’t the same woman chained in that room.”
“Well.” Glynda smiled, adjusted her glasses. “I’m glad that we’re both all right.”
Cinder’s lips twitched before she nodded, keeping her face completely straight. “Oh, yes,” she said. “It would be a shame if neither of us was all right.”
“Well.” Now the blonde leaned in, pulled her lover just a little bit closer. “I can think of a few ways that we could make things all right.”
Finally the dark-haired woman smiled, unable to resist. “Do you now?”
“Do you want me to show you?”
“… What the hell.” Cinder cupped Glynda’s chin, kissed her slow and deep and left her breathless when she pulled back. “Show me, love. I need a reminder that we’re both all right.”
Glynda was more than happy to remind Cinder that they were both all right.
She’d remind her until her lover finally believed it.
Always happy to see How to Train your Canine pop up for a prompt :3
Weiss had lost her left eye.
It had been shot off years ago, when they had been forced to flee from White Fang; when it had become obvious that things wouldn’t change, and that they would need to leave to truly make things safe for as many dragons as possible. Weiss didn’t even remember it happening; just that she had flown back to defend Blake, to rescue her from Adam, and then suddenly pain. Blood.
And then, black.
She’d lost her eye completely, in the end. The skin had scarred over. It had been the first of many scars she would one day carry.
Weiss had thought she would never adjust to it. She’d thought the darkness on her left side would haunt her for all of her days. She’d thought she would miss that eye, her full sight, until the day she died.
Except Blake was always by her left side, guiding her, one hand gently tangled in her mane. Blake always handled her left side when they flew with care, mindful of the fact that Weiss couldn’t see, that Weiss depended on her to guide her in the air.
Blake always touched the scarred flesh so gently, kissed it.
Loved it as much as she loved any other part of Weiss, in human form or dragon form.
Weiss had lost her left eye.
But she didn’t miss it. Not when she knew Blake loved her anyway.
✿ Odelle/Eve?
11. gentle kiss
There was a scar on Odelle’s stomach that only Eve knew about.
It had been from a Deathstalker. They had been out that weekend in Emerald Forest, gathering up the venom that her partner used for her Voidrippers. Odelle had wanted to try and retrieve Deathstalker venom for its potency, and while Eve had been hesitatnt, in the end she had trusted her partner. Odelle had done this for years. She knew what she was doing.
Except something had gone wrong—the Deathstalker had seen them. And that deadly tail had been moving faster than Eve could see, heading straight for her. She’d been thoroughly convinced that today was the day she died.
The Deathstalker’s tail had been fast.
Odelle had been faster.
What had happened after that was a blur; all Eve remembered was that stinger buried in Odelle’s stomach, and then yanking out with a sick sound. The white-haired girl had grabbed her partner and had run, as hard and fast as she could while still carrying her partner’s weight. Had only stopped when she had lost the Deathstalker, and had frantically set about to healing the wound.
Eve’s semblance was healing, but with a wound like this she had to choose what to focus on—the wound that was bleeding out, or the venom that would kill Odelle in minutes.
She focused on the venom, and cleansed it. She only collapsed when they made it back to Beacon and she knew Odelle was safe.
In the end, Odelle had survived. Rong and Summer had never even known about it; they had been away that weekend, visiting Rong’s boyfriend Rusty. By the time they had returned, Odelle had been recovered enough that they’d had no idea what had happened.
The only symbol of it was the scar on her stomach.
Some nights, when she was curled into Odelle and her lover was sleeping, Eve gently traced the scar with her fingers. Sometimes, when they were naked and hot and sweaty, she would bite and leave marks all over that scar as she worked her way down, encouraged by Odelle’s throaty moans and pleas for more.
And sometimes, when they were just laughing and wrestling and Eve knew—knew, without a doubt, that she loved Odelle Belladonna and would only ever love Odelle Belladonna—she would press gentle kisses on it and Odelle would pull her up so that their lips met, and they would both be smiling.
