H U N T R E S S E S

                 “Cool!”      Fingerguns    become   hands    as    she    lets    a    small    ‘pew    pew’    tumble    from    her    lips,    giggling    a    bit    –     thoughts    of    the    book    already    forgotten.    Sorry,    Blake!    There’s    BETTER,    LESS    BORING     things    to    do!    Besides,    it’d    be    nice    to   hang    with    any    of    her   teammates!    Team    bonding!    Or    –    friend    bonding!     Both!           “Ooh,    this   is    gonna    be   AWESOME!    Do    you    wanna    explore    the    place?    OH–   or,   or,    there’s   this   ice   cream    place   near    here,   I    know    like   EVERYWHERE    in    Atlas    is    cold    but    the    texture    of    the    ice   cream   is    really    good    –    and    you    get    to    put   candy    in    it   and    cookies,   and–”

While it was nice to see Ruby so excited about the idea of hanging out, Blake knew her teammate well enough to know that if she didn’t stop the girl now, she’d probably keep going on and on all the way to the ice cream shop.

Yang’s hair was very important to her. Anyone who had spent any amount of time around her knew that. It was rare that she allowed anyone to even touch it, much less style it. But Ruby was the exception to that rule. After she had heard how excited her sister was at the idea of styling her hair, how could Yang say no?

As soon as Ruby said she was done, Yang grabbed a nearby hand mirror, and looked at her new hairstyle.

“Wow, I gotta admit, I didn’t think you had it in you, sis!” She teased, laughing a bit before giving a more sincere smile and placing an affectionate hand on the top of her sister’s head.

❝ Of course not, Ruby!!! I have learned that you can’t handle the boots!  ❞ The red-head suddenly takes the huntress into a warm, yet an unusual soft hug. ❝ Happy valentines, Ruby!  ❞

While she takes offense to the idea that she “can’t handle” the boots, she doesn’t press the matter any further, simply returning the hug with a soft smile. This was exactly the kind of hug she had been hoping for.

The words were a sharp jeer to Robyn who had already been teetering on the knife’s edge of desperation the moment that damned giant Grimm had shown up. Now was not the time for a calm and collected politician, it was for the teeth bore and bloodied Huntress that needed to be out HELPING instead of being caged like a wild beast.

Under any other circumstance, any other time and date, a questionable woman with scarring and a clearly unpleasant demeanor offering aid would have been met with mistrust and disdain; perhaps even rejection at some given stages. 

“I REALLY hate to break this to you, ma’am, but i’ve been on the rockier side of the law for a while.” Robyn huffed, trying to retain some of her shattering dignity from this strangers prodding. How low must she be falling that she was being mocked and pitied in jail by another, presumed, convict.

There was always a catch to these type of things and Robyn Hill was no fool to blindly accept aid from a stranger without first reading the small print on the matters.

“So, I am considerin’ your offer and it’s pretty appealing.” What wasn’t there to like about it? A Get Out Of Jail Free card that landed right in her lap. “But what are you gaining from this? I really doubt this is for free.”

Robyn’s mind first filtered to the political power gain that a favour from her would do. Was this something that would come to bite her in the ass?

And honestly, would it even matter if they were all dead anyways because of a GIANT GRIMM and Ironwood’s blatant breakdown.

An excellent question, and one she had obviously prepared for. What did she stand to gain from breaking someone she hardly even knew out of prison?

“I think I have a lot to gain. Personal satisfaction. A slight against Ironwood that’ll make him even more vulnerable than he already is.”

“And, if you should turn things around and regain that respect the top brass once had for you, I might even gain some friends in high places.”

She then places her hand on the door to the prison cell once more, looking at Robyn with a simple satisfied smirk.

    watching the liquor in the bottle slowly disappear as her mother drank made weiss’ stomach churn, hands curling into fists at her side.   it took everything she had not to crumble then and there, bring forth her anger and her fear in a giant swell of emotion.   taking one deep breath, weiss stepped forward, gently taking hold of the bottle in her mother’s hand to set it to the side – not out of reach, but out of sight.

     ❛     its not too late.     ❜    weiss insisted, taking her mother’s hands in her own.      ❛     it won’t be easy…  and we’ll never be perfect.   it’s always going to be hard, but at least now…   without him here, we have a chance to move forward.   that was never going to happen with him holding us all back.     ❜

She was surprised that Weiss had taken the bottle from her hands and set it out of sight, but at the same time, even she had to admit that perhaps now wasn’t the best time to drink.

Now that she’s not distracted by the swirling alcohol in the bottle, she has a chance to really take in what her daughter is saying, and her words ring true. Without Jacques here, the main toxic influence on this family was gone, and nothing would change if she kept her pessimistic attitude about everything.

However, there was still one point that caused her to hesitate.

“You’re right, Weiss. We can fix this family if we try hard enough. But... The operative word there is ‘we’. I’m sure your brother and I could get along well enough without you, but...”

“Now that your father is gone, would you... ever consider staying with us again?”

Why Neo had agreed to anything Cinder ordered her to do was far beyond her. She had much bigger concerns to deal with, like hunting down the girl that had killed Roman. But, here she was, obeying orders like an obedient pet, standing before the ruler of the Grimm herself.

However, unlike most people, who would probably bow before such an intense and threatening presence, Neo just looked unamused.

so, because we have no control over our lives and we’re all sluts for the twin au idea, we decided to take that to the next level and create a quadruplet au between the four of us

the long and short of the au is that neo has three identical twin sisters, named mirtillo, fragola, and menta. all four of them lived together alone until eventually being found and recruited by roman. however, just like in canon, roman is eventually killed, and now instead of one vengeful ice cream bitch, there are four.

my version of neo, in the terms of this au, looks like this and is named menta, which is mint in italian, because she reminds me of mint chocolate chip ice cream 

she’s more of the “actions speak louder than words” sort of gal, preferring to just get things done and not waste any time with trying to talk things out (talking being a relative term of course, because she’s still mute)

her weapon is just a differently colored version of hush, which works out because it helps her mimic her sisters when she needs to, or just whenever she feels like it