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he’s such a diva

[weissenschnee]

breath of winter - rp with untouchablegirl

     Summons don’t leave tracks. They were ghosts, technically, and they glided along the powder snow with a grace that only a Schnee could muster. Weissen watched the pack of dogs run, so white they would have been lost against the ice underneath. A jaw would open here or there, howls and snarls that would never be heard by the living again.

The air was still, and his breath came out in large puffy clouds in the subzero temperatures. If he hadn’t grown up this far north it might have even been uncomfortable. Or dead, maybe. It was certainly cold enough to freeze in a matter of minutes.

His mother, beinern, held the reigns of their sleigh in one hand. The other was resting on the hilt of her massive broadsword. Her eyes, a piercing, dangerous blue scanned the horizon. Occasionally, she would place her giant gloved hand on the small of his back, though they never spoke to each other. It was the only comfort in their sparse forest of pine and ice.

They passed a large boulder, and then they were officially off of Schnee land. It would take them three days to get back from here, but this route was as familiar to him as the scar gouged across his eye.

Their hunting trip was finally beginning.

Hours passed, and the sun slowly crawled along the horizon. This far away from the equator and it would only set for a few hours. The Schnee manor was quite literally the boarder between the civilized world and the land beyond. And only Schnees had gone out farther and survived.

Grimm, large and small alike wandered around here, many in packs. And these creatures did leave tracks.

With a thought, the summons slowed to a halt, then dissipated to wherever summons go when they’re not needed. Weissen gripped Myrtenaster and a nod from Beinern had him jumping out into the snow to study the thick gouges in front of them.

“Ursa and beowolves.” Weissen said, loud enough for Beinern to hear. His lips pursed. “Very recent. An hour at the most. They went that way.” he motioned towards a cusp of trees a little farther into the distance.

Beinern grinned, and it was all teeth. “This should be a warm up, then. Lets see what Beacon has taught you.” She slid Cherпоцелуй onto her back and jumped down into the snow beside Weissen, kneeling to study the tracks. Then she stood, and she toward over him.

And then she paused. “…Do you hear that?”

Weissen strained, listening as the gentle wind carried the sounds of snarls and yelps. Mother and son looked at each other for a moment, then they broke into a sprint as one.

There was someone out here, and they were fighting for their life.

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This cold was so deep it could numb thought. It sank into her bones, stole her breath. She thought she remembered dying. She thought she might truly be dead. Surely this must be hell, this endless field of white broken only by the crooked, black silhouettes of dead pines. “Come and get me!”

Pyrrha wheeled to catch a heavy paw on her makeshift shield. But still she didn’t fall, just brandished a crude shield fashioned from a trash can lid and a leather strap, scarred fingers gripping a spear that was little more than a shard of metal. 

The grimm dodged in and out of her reach, a deadly circle that drew closer each time she blinked or swayed. Sometimes they drew blood. Spattered on the snow, red as her hair. 

She staggered out of the way of another blow on numbed feet, trying to remember the pain of ill-fitting shoes. “Come on! I - I’m not done.”

Pyrrha had kept on only by putting one foot in front of the other for so long, but she couldn’t bear to give up now. If they planned to take her, they would pay dearly for her life. 

[weissenschnee]

Weissen arrived first, carried by a line of glyphs that glowed white, even against the snow. Myrtenaster sang as he drew her from his sheathe, and in the most graceful of ways - because it was impossible for Myrtenaster to not be graceful - it sank into the temple of a beowolf like hot butter.

And then he saw who the grimm were fighting, and he stopped in his tracks.

If Beinern had not cleaved an ursa in half, he would be dead where he stood. She would talk to him about that later, but for now  Weissen had no need to join back in the fray. With a grunt, she stabbed her broadsword into the ground, and a glyph the size of a small house appeared under them all.

First, a beak appeared, snapping onto any unfortunate grimm as it ascended from the ground. Even young grimm like these knew they were in trouble, when an alpha nevermore stepped out of its glyph with a silent roar. They didn’t have time to run, though. The nevermore’s giant wingspan crushed as many as it could, and the rest turned to shadow between its razor sharp talons.

Beinern turned to her side, opening her mouth to scold Weissen for getting distracted but he was no longer there.

Weissen wasn’t crying. Yet. But he could feel the tears in his eyes as he practically tackled Pyrrha in a hug. Her skin was like ice, and her toes and fingers were frostbitten and Pyrrha Nikos was alive. Weissen pressed his nose against her shoulder. “Pyrrha.. Pyrrha.” He turned his watering eyes towards Beinern.

“Mommy, help her.” He pleaded. And, after a moment of surprised silence, she tugged off her massive bear fur jacket, wrapping it around the girl she recognized as Pyrrha Nikos. She was as light as a feather when Beinern picked her up by her legs and back, and Beinern frowned.

“...You’re safe now, Pyrrha. I’ve got you.” It was the most comforting thing she could say as she stepped onto the back of her nevermore, followed closely by Weissen. She quietly noted that he refused to let go of her hand - or look away - as if she’d disappear at any second.

Beinern pulled him close when he let out a sob. She turned her eyes towards home.

By sleigh, it would take her three days to get back. They would be home in one, thanks to her nevermore.

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weissen’s season 4 outfit or

his glow up

[weissenschnee]

breath of winter - rp with untouchablegirl

     Summons don’t leave tracks. They were ghosts, technically, and they glided along the powder snow with a grace that only a Schnee could muster. Weissen watched the pack of dogs run, so white they would have been lost against the ice underneath. A jaw would open here or there, howls and snarls that would never be heard by the living again.

The air was still, and his breath came out in large puffy clouds in the subzero temperatures. If he hadn’t grown up this far north it might have even been uncomfortable. Or dead, maybe. It was certainly cold enough to freeze in a matter of minutes.

His mother, beinern, held the reigns of their sleigh in one hand. The other was resting on the hilt of her massive broadsword. Her eyes, a piercing, dangerous blue scanned the horizon. Occasionally, she would place her giant gloved hand on the small of his back, though they never spoke to each other. It was the only comfort in their sparse forest of pine and ice.

They passed a large boulder, and then they were officially off of Schnee land. It would take them three days to get back from here, but this route was as familiar to him as the scar gouged across his eye.

Their hunting trip was finally beginning.

Hours passed, and the sun slowly crawled along the horizon. This far away from the equator and it would only set for a few hours. The Schnee manor was quite literally the boarder between the civilized world and the land beyond. And only Schnees had gone out farther and survived.

Grimm, large and small alike wandered around here, many in packs. And these creatures did leave tracks.

With a thought, the summons slowed to a halt, then dissipated to wherever summons go when they're not needed. Weissen gripped Myrtenaster and a nod from Beinern had him jumping out into the snow to study the thick gouges in front of them.

“Ursa and beowolves.” Weissen said, loud enough for Beinern to hear. His lips pursed. “Very recent. An hour at the most. They went that way.” he motioned towards a cusp of trees a little farther into the distance.

Beinern grinned, and it was all teeth. “This should be a warm up, then. Lets see what Beacon has taught you.” She slid Cherпоцелуй onto her back and jumped down into the snow beside Weissen, kneeling to study the tracks. Then she stood, and she toward over him.

And then she paused. “...Do you hear that?”

Weissen strained, listening as the gentle wind carried the sounds of snarls and yelps. Mother and son looked at each other for a moment, then they broke into a sprint as one.

There was someone out here, and they were fighting for their life.

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beinern schnee is better than you

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some sketches of weissen’s parents

[weissenschnee]

My boy

[wukongway]

Sun Wukong RP/ASK blog - The Wukong Way

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my son

[swindlebrindle]

Well I Guess This Is It

I dunno how many of my followers are actual people and not bots, but I wanted to leave a parting message anyway. As much as I have enjoyed the RWBY fandom over the years, I think it’s time to retire Brin. It’s clear to me at this point that RT isn’t going to produce content that I find enjoyable or even tolerable.

I just wanna thank all the people who have roleplayed and chatted with me since the days of season one, as well as all the new friends I made along the way. My time with you was a gift and I look back on it fondly.

Those of you that are still left and have threads with me don’t have to worry, I’ll wrap them up before I quit entirely. This is Lai signing off.

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Wolfy’s mom has it going on (according to alys)

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a weissen dump ft his gay moms

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YES part one of this fight is complete….

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local doppelgänger gets shit kicked out of them

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I cleaned this

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just a lil something im wokring on

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a picture of my son

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untouchablegirl: “Are you okay?”

Send me “Are you okay?” and i’ll generate a number!

Your muse will find mine - 2: After too many drinks

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Weissen hiccuped. 

It was lost in the pounding of the bass from a song he didn’t know the name of in a club Yang had dragged him to. Which he also didn’t know the name of. Not that he cared.

Ruby had turned 18 a few days, which, in Vale, meant she was no legally allowed to drink. Which, naturally, meant that team RWBY could all go to the clubs to… what had Yang called it - get crunk. 

He smacked the fifth shot glass face down onto the fake wooden bar, grimacing through the burn in his throat. Alcohol was one of the few things Weissen shied away from - there were memories he associated with the drink, but he made exceptions for a few, well loved people. And Ruby was obviously one of them. 

Speaking of, Weissen glanced around until he found her, standing on the outskirts of the dance floor, nursing a tall, fruity drink. The kind that came with cherries speared through by a paper umbrella. Ren was with her, somehow holding a conversation even over the obnoxiously loud music. Content that Ruby was in trustworthy hands, his eyes wandered.

He knew not where the rest of team JNPR was, though he caught a flashes of Yang and Blake on the floor, caught in some dance that attracted many, unsavory stares. His shoulders sagged. If Weissen had been more sober he might have even joined them, but this was hardly his scene (even though he had ‘loosened up’ the past three years at Beacon Academy).

Instead, he just waved to the barkeeper for another shot of the most expensive whiskey this club had.

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“It runs in the family.” Weissen did this thing with his mouth - a grin, but angry, sort of. Angry at himself, maybe? Angry at someone else was more likely. He wasn’t sober enough to figure out which to choose, so he settled on both.

“Are they coming here?” He tried his best not to let his annoyance show. As fun as Yang and Ruby were, none of them would come out in one piece if they were all drunk in the same room together. Blake could come. blake was cool.

Weissen pressed against her side, resting his head against her shoulder, much like the position he’d taken in the taxi. Just this time nothing was moving and he could feel Pyrrha’s shoulders rise and fall with every gentle breath. 

“I don’t wanna go home.”

[untouchablegirl]

Oh dear. Whatever landmine she’d stepped on, she wished she could take that anger from his eyes. He leaned against her, slight and warm, and she couldn’t resist every instinct that told her to sling an arm over his shoulder and settle him against her side.

“I don’t believe so.” She said finally. “Ren and Nora will likely take them to their own house. If only to keep them from “rampaging.”

Pyrrha chuckled at the thought. “You know how your teammates get when they’re drunk.”

They were cheerful drunks, thankfully, but the sisters were a rowdy pair. As she recalled team RWBY had suffered every punishment Goodwitch could devise at once time or another. She didn’t take kindly to the destruction of school property.

“You can stay, you are far more quiet.” She said squeezing his shoulders playfully.

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“Thanks..” Weissen mumbled, patting at her bicep once, twice…… once more.

It was really nice of her to let him stay. Pyrrha was really nice. “You’re really nice.” He said, promptly leaning to his side, missing her shoulder and coming to a stop with his head on her lap. That was okay, this was nice too.

“‘m tired, Pyrrha.” Weissen really was tired. The alcohol was finally taking it’s toll on him. Heavy eyelids and led limbs only ushered him closer to unconsciousness.

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Millions of miles away, in the middle of the solar system was a star called the sun. This star, it would seem, was meant solely to make Weissen Schnee suffer. The sun was a real jerk.

Weissen whimpered, tilting his head into the warmth he had awoken on, blocking out the ray of light that filtered through the blinds and straight towards his eyes. What was that, anyway?

Slowly, the heir lifted his head, grimacing against his headache. Then he froze, lips parting in surprise. Pyrrha lay slumped against the couch, quietly sleeping as if she slept like this every day. He wouldn’t know, he’d never seen Pyrrha sleep before.

...She was really pretty.