Oct 27, 2025
Rosegarden Week Day 2: Hugs
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Rosegarden Week Day 2: Hugs
RG week Day 2! -Hugs-
Let them have their much needed rest and snuggles 🥰
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I got you now.
"i can't lose you again..."
Rosegarden Week 2025 - Day 03
Rosegarden Week 2025 Day 3:
Can’t Lose You Again
If you listen closely, you can hear the gears in Ruby’s head go ‘Oh’
He found out what happened in the Ever After and refuses to let Ruby be alone again. They’re in this together.
It caught me off guard how pretty I made Ruby look. I based her Vacuo outfit off of one of Summer’s concept design (that I’m now so going to draw the full outfit for). Her hood is also meant to resemble a rose.
For Oscar I obviously based his look off The Little Prince, adding those stitches he has in both of his outfits. And I gave him a cute little ponytail since I’ve seen other artists give him one and I LOVE IT!
Close Ups!
Rosegarden Week 2025: Day 1- Thorns/Scars
Probably the only drawing for Rosegarden week I'll do this year. Seeing Ruby have to deal with the loss of her eye after the battle against Salem, Oscar finally unravels the bandages around his neck, showing his own scars he's been carrying all his life.
@rosegardenweeks
Oscar's Weapon
Vacuo’s midday sun blazed down upon Shade Academy, its rays bouncing off the white stone and glass of the campus buildings. Inside the cool, shadowy halls, however, another fire burned: the spark of invention.
Ruby Rose practically skipped down the corridor, excitement humming in every step. A roll of blueprints was clutched tightly in her hands, and her red cloak trailed behind her like a comet’s tail. She turned a corner and nearly collided with Oscar Pine, who was carrying a box of assorted metal parts.
“Whoa!” Oscar steadied himself, laughing as a wrench clattered to the floor. “What’s got you in such a hurry?”
Ruby grinned, holding up the blueprints. “Guess what I’ve been working on?”
Oscar squinted at the roll in her hands, then gave her a lopsided smile. “Let me guess… a new scythe upgrade?”
“Close!” Ruby bounced on her toes. “But this time, it’s not for Crescent Rose. It’s for you.”
Oscar blinked. “For me?”
“Mm-hmm!” Ruby beamed. “I've been thinking… your staff’s great, but you’re always talking about making it better. So… I designed a few upgrades. Want to check them out?”
Oscar’s expression softened, and he nodded. “I’d love to.”
They found an empty classroom, the worktables inside littered with half-finished projects and the unmistakable scent of machine oil. Ruby unrolled the blueprints, spreading them across the table. Oscar set down his box and leaned in, curiosity bright in his eyes.
On the parchment, intricate sketches danced: a staff with a reinforced core, a fold-out blade, a hidden dust chamber, and a locking mechanism that would make even Pietro Polendina proud.
Ruby pointed excitedly. “See, I thought if we reinforced the shaft here, and maybe add a dust channel along the spine, you could channel your aura more efficiently. And if you want to switch to close combat—” She flipped the page, revealing a schematic for a detachable blade. “—you just snap this out and boom! Sword mode.”
Oscar’s eyes widened. “Ruby… this is amazing.”
Ruby’s face turned pink, and she ducked her head. “I mean, it’s just an idea. We’d have to make the parts, test the weight, balance—”
“It’s perfect,” Oscar interrupted, his voice earnest. “No one’s ever… built something for me before.”
Ruby’s heart fluttered. She fiddled with the hem of her cloak, suddenly shy. “Well… wanna build it together?”
Oscar’s answering smile was all the answer she needed.
The forge at Shade Academy was hot, noisy, and alive with the clang of metal on metal. Ruby and Oscar spent the afternoon scouring the supply room for parts: a length of reinforced titanium, a set of custom gears, a dust chamber, and a handful of old, battered sword hilts.
Ruby was in her element, explaining the properties of various alloys with the enthusiasm of a teacher and the joy of a child in a candy store. “So, this one’s tungsten carbide—it’s super tough, but really heavy, so we’ll use it for the core. And this is magnesium alloy—lightweight, perfect for the housing. Oh! And if we add a dust infusion matrix here, you could channel fire or ice dust without overloading the mechanism.”
Oscar listened, captivated. He’d never seen anyone so passionate about weapon-making. He watched the way Ruby’s eyes sparkled, the way she gestured with her hands, the way her mind seemed to race a mile a minute.
“You really love this, don’t you?” he asked, unable to keep the awe from his voice.
Ruby smiled, a little shy. “Yeah. My mom used to say weapons are just extensions of ourselves. I guess… I feel closer to her when I’m building.”
Oscar nodded, understanding more than he could say. They collected the last of the parts and lugged them back to the forge, ready to begin.
The hours slipped by in a blur of hammer strikes, whirring drills, and the hiss of molten metal meeting water. Ruby guided Oscar through each step, showing him how to temper the blade, how to weld the joints, how to fit the gears so they turned with a satisfying click.
They worked side by side, hands brushing as they adjusted the grip, laughter bubbling up when Oscar accidentally dropped a screw and Ruby had to crawl under the workbench to retrieve it.
“Remind me to invent a magnet that only attracts lost screws,” Oscar joked, holding up a handful of tiny bolts.
Ruby giggled, wiping sweat from her brow. “If you do, patent it. You’ll be rich.”
As they worked, they talked about everything and nothing: childhood memories, favorite foods, the best pranks Nora ever pulled. Ruby told Oscar about the time she’d tried to build a jetpack for Zwei, only to end up with a very frightened corgi and a ruined kitchen. Oscar shared stories of farm life—the stubborn rooster that chased him every morning, the time his sister tried to help with the harvest and ended up tangled in a row of beans.
Their laughter echoed in the forge, blending with the music of creation. At one point, Ruby paused, studying Oscar as he carefully filed the new staff’s blade. “You’re a natural,” she said, admiration in her voice.
Oscar blushed. “Only because you’re a great teacher.”
Ruby grinned. “Well, you’ll have to teach me how to plant beans sometime.”
“It’s a deal,” Oscar replied, smiling wider than he had in weeks.
As sunset bled across the sky, painting the forge in gold and crimson, Ruby and Oscar stepped back to admire their work. The staff was nearly complete: the blade gleamed with a mirror finish, the dust chamber clicked smoothly into place, and the grip was wrapped in soft, red leather—the same shade as Ruby’s cloak. Oscar ran his fingers over the hilt, awe and pride warring in his eyes.
Ruby yawned, rubbing her eyes. “We should probably get some sleep…”
Oscar shook his head. “Let’s finish it. I want to see it in action.”
Ruby hesitated, then nodded. Together, they worked into the night, fueled by determination and the thrill of creation. As midnight approached, they attached the final piece—a small, silver rose emblem, pressed into the pommel. Ruby’s idea, a personal touch.
Oscar traced it with his thumb, voice hushed. “Thank you, Ruby. For… all of this.”
Ruby smiled, suddenly bashful. “You’re welcome.”
They carried the staff outside, where the desert breeze was cool against their sweat-damp skin. The training ground was empty, the moon casting long shadows across the sand.
Oscar hefted the staff, testing its weight. It was perfectly balanced—light enough to swing with ease, but sturdy enough to withstand a Grimm’s assault. Ruby watched, heart pounding with pride and nervousness.
“Ready?” she asked.
Oscar nodded. He spun the staff, the blade unfolding in a smooth arc. With a flick of his wrist, the dust chamber whirred to life, sending a stream of blue sparks down the shaft. He swung, channeling his aura—and the blade burst into icy light, frost curling along its edge.
He grinned, exhilarated. “Ruby, this is amazing!”
Ruby clapped, bouncing on her toes. “Try the locking mechanism!”
Oscar pressed the hidden switch. The blade snapped back into the staff with a satisfying click. He could feel the power humming through the weapon, an extension of himself.
He turned to Ruby, eyes shining. “You really are the best weapon-smith in Remnant.”
Ruby blushed, ducking her head. “You’re just saying that because I let you pick the grip color.”
Oscar laughed, stepping closer. “No, I mean it. I’ve never… I’ve never had something like this. Not just the weapon, but—” He hesitated, searching for words. “—someone to share it with.”
Ruby looked up, her eyes soft. “Me neither.”
For a moment, they stood in silence, the moonlight painting them in silver and blue. Oscar slid the staff into its holster, then turned to face Ruby fully. “Why did you help me?”
Ruby blinked, surprised. “Because you’re my friend. Because I care about you. And… because I know what it’s like to feel like you have to do everything alone.”
Oscar nodded, understanding. “It’s hard. Carrying so much. But it’s easier with you.”
Ruby stepped closer, her hand finding his. “We’re a team, Oscar. You and me, and everyone else. But… especially you and me.”
Oscar squeezed her hand, hope blooming in his chest. “Especially you and me.”
They sat together on the sand, backs pressed against the stone wall, gazing up at the stars.
“Do you ever think about the future?” Oscar asked, voice soft.
Ruby nodded. “Sometimes. I think about what it’ll be like when all this is over. When we don’t have to fight anymore.”
Oscar smiled. “What do you see?”
Ruby was quiet for a moment. “I see… peace. Friends. Maybe a workshop where I can build weird weapons all day. And… someone to build them for.”
Oscar’s heart thudded. He shifted, nervous. “Do you… think I could be that someone?”
Ruby turned, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. “I’d like that.”
Oscar grinned, shy and hopeful. “Me too.”
They talked until the first rays of dawn crept over the desert, painting the sky in pink and gold. The staff lay between them, a testament to their teamwork, their friendship, and something more. As the sun rose, Ruby yawned, resting her head on Oscar’s shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her, drawing her close.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
Ruby smiled, closing her eyes. “Anytime.”
They sat in silence, watching the world wake around them.
Word quickly spread through Shade Academy about Oscar’s new weapon. Team RWBY, Team JNPR, and even some of the professors gathered in the training yard to watch its debut. Oscar stood at the center, Ruby at his side, beaming with pride.
He spun the staff, the blade catching the light. With a practiced movement, he triggered the dust chamber—this time, fire dust. A ribbon of flame danced along the blade, drawing cheers from the crowd.
Yang whistled. “Nice work, little bro!”
Weiss nodded approvingly. “Impressive craftsmanship, Ruby.”
Blake smiled, tail flicking. “You two make a great team.”
Oscar flushed, but his confidence shone as he demonstrated the weapon’s features—switching between modes, channeling dust, even showing off the quick-release mechanism. Ruby watched, pride swelling in her chest. She caught Oscar’s eye, and he grinned, mouthing, “Thank you.”
After the demonstration, students crowded around, peppering Ruby and Oscar with questions.
“How’d you balance the blade?” “Can you customize the dust options?” “Will you help me with my weapon?”
Ruby answered each question with excitement, Oscar by her side, occasionally chiming in with details about the process.
As the crowd dispersed, Ruby and Oscar found themselves alone again.
“You were amazing out there,” Ruby said, nudging him.
Oscar grinned. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”
Ruby’s smile softened. “You know… maybe we could build something else, together. Not just weapons. Maybe… a future.”
Oscar’s cheeks turned pink, but he nodded. “I’d like that. A lot.”
They walked back to the workshop, hand in hand, ready to face whatever came next—together.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: RWBY Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oscar Pine/Ruby Rose Characters: Oscar Pine, Ruby Rose (RWBY) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, First Kiss, Background Relationships, 5+1 Things, Post-Volume 9 (RWBY) Series: Part 2 of Rosegarden Week 2025 Summary:
Rosegarden Week 2025, Day 2: Hugs
Oscar wonders why he's been chosen so many times, why Ruby has been so affectionate with him specifically. Are they really on that path to open up to each other about everything? Can they even handle it? Can they make it to their destination?
What if they don't have the same destination?
AKA 5 times Ruby hugged Oscar first, and 1 time Oscar hugged Ruby first
hello i am late again but day 2!!!
RG Week - Day 1: Thorns/Scars
Oscar kept his breath steadied and measured as he folded his hands together nervously.
“So, what did you want to talk about?”
The door to the conference room clicked shut rather softly, Ruby leaned her back against it with a soft sigh of relief.
She stared at him silently for a few seconds, her expression difficult to read.
He averted his gaze away, overcome with a sense of nervousness all of a sudden.
“Ruby, is everything okay?”
“That’s what I wanted to ask you.”
Oscar blinked owlishly, turning to face her, her face becoming a bit tense with worry as she looked at him.
“You’ve been favoring your right side all day, and you look tired,” she explained, “well, more than normal,” she added with a small chuckle.
He returned her dry humor with a small, tired smile of his own.
“Yeah, sorry, I guess my injuries were acting up more than usual today.”
‘Acting up more than usual,’ was the lightest way he could put it.
A few days ago, a Ravager had plucked him right off the ground from behind in a skirmish outside of Shade Academy, would have flown right off with him as food to be ripped apart into pieces and devoured too if it hadn’t been for Ruby decimating it and the rest of the pack in a flurry of vicious strikes and weaves with an ethereal mix of expertise and rage.
He recalled watching her soar through the air propelling herself with her bullets and the Grimm as she shredded through them with ease.
Her eyes had burned with as much rage as was delivered through her swings and fires, leaving him breathless.
He doesn’t think he’s ever seen her so angry before.
Oddly enough, it reminded him of the first time he’d fallen into aunt Em’s rose bush after she took him in.
“I had wanted a closer look since I’d never seen so many before,” he’d explained sheepishly as aunt Em carefully finished plastering another of at least seven bandages around his arms, “and I didn’t think there were that many thorns.”
She sighed at him, ruffling his hair gruffly before she stood, planting her hands against her hips. “Well, if there’s something about roses they’re prettier to look at than to touch, yeah? Their thorns are tiny, so you probably don’t always see them at first glance if at all. Just be more careful next time, yeah?”
“Mhm.”
Unfortunately for Oscar, his aura had just shattered when the Ravager picked him up, meaning it shredded through his coat and skin with ease. Right in the same area where Salem had burned him with her magic.
He pursed his lips at the unwelcome memory resurfacing like clockwork.
He could still feel the breathless state his own screams of agony had left him in, the sensation of his skin burning and tingling under the scorching heat of the magic.
The worst part was that it wasn’t the first time he’d been burned by magic before either. Oscar shuddered violently, phantom pains burning through his whole body.
“Have you tried putting anymore salve on it? When was the last time you replaced the bandages?”
Ruby’s voice was soft, careful as she asked. Cool fingertips gently touched over the back of his hand as it squeezed at his shirt.
Oscar blinked slowly. When had his chest started seizing with pain again?
“Breathe, Oscar.” He swallowed dryly, forcing himself to inhale through his nose deeply.
It felt… wrong. The way the gauze itched against his skin, he wanted to rip it off.
His shaky hands moved, fumbling over the button a frustrating amount before he gave up, he felt the muscles in his face tensing with frustration.
“Do you want me to help you take off the bandages?”
Words were lodged in his throat along with the mild sense of embarrassment, but both were overshadowed by the need to get rid of the stuffy, itchy feeling in his chest.
He nodded, scrunching his eyes closed. Embarrassment was quickly bubbling in his chest, making his heart race.
He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by his vulnerable, feeble state.
Most of the time, Ruby was so well-put together through her pain and fear, so why couldn’t he?
He didn’t want to see how Ruby was looking at him right now.
“Alright, I’m gonna unbutton your shirt, is that okay?”
“Mhm.”
She was quick, but careful with her hands, and in a matter of seconds he found himself shrugging the button up off.
Ruby’s hands were cool and gentle, a welcome change to the unwavering heat in the air around him.
He inhaled deeply, feeling like he had at least a little more breathing room than he did before.
“Do you still want me to take off the bandages?”
His fingers twitched, his hands were still too shaky. Part of him wanted to tell her he could handle it and that she didn’t have to keep looking after him like this.
After the barest moment of hesitation, he opened his eyes, ready to tell her that he could handle it, but paused at the look in her eyes.
There was patience, and a hint of sadness in her eyes.
Sadness?
“I-!”
“If you don’t want me to, I won’t, I brought salve and some new bandages for you that you can use, but, if it’s too much, you don’t have to do this by yourself.”
His lips pursed, and he looked back down to their hands. He hadn’t even realized Ruby had moved one to hold his still trembling hand.
Somehow… he felt calmer with it. Her hold was gentle, but steady. She was patient and understanding.
His voice was soft, barely above a whisper when he answered, “Yes, please.”
She nodded with an equally soft hum, squeezing his hands reassuringly before she moved it, setting to work on removing them as carefully as she could.
“If you ever need a break, or want me to stop, just let me know, yeah?”
“Mhm.”
Rather than bothering with tearing the gauze off like he was thinking of doing himself originally, Ruby reached over and picked up a pair of scissors from her pouch.
Carefully, she lifted thin layers of gauze at a time, cutting through them until he felt the air cooling his skin.
Though at this point, his breathing was already mostly back to normal.
Maybe he had just needed a minute of calm to recollect himself.
Ruby’s hands paused, making him look up to her curiously.
He was surprised when he found something deeper than anger lighting her eyes as she stared… not at him, but at the wounds (?) on his chest, or was she looking at the star-shaped scar?
He swallowed. She wasn’t mad at him himself, he knew that much at least.
“R-Ruby?”
Her eyes widened as she locked eyes with Oscar again.
“Oh-! I’m- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”
“It’s alright,” he reassured, “but, you looked… angry?”
Ruby sighed, lowering her hands.
“I’m not angry at you, I’m sorry if I made you think I was. I’m just,” she trailed off for a moment, her voice becoming softer, but more hesitant as she continued, “upset that you got hurt at all.”
Silently, Ruby carefully pulled the salve from her pouch, setting it on the table between them.
Her hand lingered over it, and for a moment, Oscar saw something dreadful, and haunted flash through her.
“I’m sorry that you’ve been hurt over, and over again, and-!” She scrunched her eyes closed, squeezing her hand into a trembling grip over the small container.
There they were again, those thorns of her’s, that anger that’s been roiling and bubbling within her.
He wanted to tell her that she had nothing to be sorry for, that it’s not like she was the one who hurt him, or made the choices he’s had to make for him, but he also understood it.
That helpless feeling, and the seething anger when someone around you has been hurt or worse, killed and you couldn’t do a thing about it.
He’d had to grow familiar with that feeling and learn how to cope with it all too well when he thought they’d all been lost forever.
He liked that was something they shared in common now, feeling not just for themselves, but for others.
Now, it was a matter of stepping back and realizing they both needed to process their own feelings for themselves as well.
“That’s not something you, of all people, need to apologize for,” he responded.
He lifted a hand, placing it over her’s gingerly. “Right now, I’m grateful to have you all here, it makes a difference. More than you’d think. It helps give me the courage to keep standing up.”
He squeezed her hand in return, noticing how the tremble in his hand had calmed enough.
“I can apply the salve myself, but, can you could help me reapply the gauze, please? Last time I think I wound it too tight.”
Ruby nodded, a small smile curling her lips. “S-Sure.”