LION-HEARTED;

     Ahri was many, many years old, centuries old, and thus when she grew to be tired, she would happily laze about anywhere she felt safe. She knew little of her roommate here still, bar that she had a lot of pep in her step, but Ahri didn’t feel as though the girl would threaten her life, or act as a form of adversity to her. Plus, with the young woman being so spirited, Ahri often had time to herself to lounge and take up space in their living quarters. She’d already made clear her fox form, and happily was herself in that skin when she slept. Today, that was a– somewhat restless– nap in their shared living room with incense burning and candles scattered about… at least until she was interrupted by a woman almost hurdling in the door in a rage of golden curls and rambling words. Ahri could talk to her like this, it didn’t seem like she’d mind considering how easily she reached to pet a fox that was a stranger, but Ahri felt more at home conversing with humans in her, well, human state. It put humans more at ease, let her read them better, it evened the playing field. As beautiful as she knew her fox form was, for she did not shy from forms of vanity, she was still an animal. As a woman, she was just as enticing, but in different ways. She had an undeniable allure, and it put her further at ease to use it as her shield. She’s lived too many years not to protect herself, no matter how beautiful and sprightly her company might seem. 

     Only a minute or two after padding off in her fox form, she emerged back with her long tresses curly, bouncy, yet tamed, her makeup flawless, and dressed to the nines for staying in with a crimson silk slip, and an airy gossamer robe in shades of soft white tinged ever so slightly with rose. With a cant of her head, the curls shifting, yet not a hair out of place, her painted lips curved into a gentle smile.

     “Come now, you didn’t think she had a mere fox for a roommate, did you?” She does not think so little of her kin, they are mighty, not mere, but Ahri was playful and flirtatious, and she wants to provoke the thoughts of this woman forward. She wants to learn of her, how she thinks, if anything makes her tick, especially if she was to become a mainstay of her home. “Tell me your name, darling, and why you are here, or I’ll have to settle for Goldilocks, and that just won’t do. Anyone trying to eat you up wouldn’t last, would they? And it’d be a shame if they tried.” There is not an ounce of threat to her tone, rather it is drenched in sensual curiosity as she moved closer to this new companion, lifting one of those golden locks deftly between her fingers.

     this sense of defeat didn’t linger for more than a few seconds, and so she resumed to focus on the task she came here for in the first place. yang took a moment to inspect one of the cookies up-close. well, that’s all yang needed to make a small check in her mental list to get on with the baking train as soon as possible. it’s no surprise that she would know the recipe by heart by now, still, she took a moment to think on the ingredients. it is amidst her wondering that, unfortunately, yang lowers her guard.

     lilacs widen as soon as someone steps into her personal space. clumsy steps brings the brawler backward, her back hitting the kitchen counter as she tries assessing the. . .situation. a faunus? no, impossible, they can’t shapeshift. whatever she is, it’s something out of her knowledge. bewilderment-filled eyes blinks down at the other. if possible, she would take a couple of steps back to put some distance between them, but to yang’s aggravation, this woman is keen on keeping things up close and personal.

     ‘ woah ! woah, ever heard of personal space, lady? wait, no, no ! i mean—— yes, a fox, but...but  not like that ! ’   she swallows, clearly frustrated. she so badly wants to explain that had she know this person had an actual human form, she wouldn’t have assumed such a thing, but she’s quick to understand the other isn’t actually interested in this part. so she takes a deep breath, steeling herself, pretending this proximity is nothing but casual.   ‘ goldilocks? ’    an eyebrow arches at the name, confusion painting her pretty face before shrugging it off.   ‘ hey now, there’s no need for that. i’m yang. so, are you gonna tell me yours or—— ’

metal grasps around her wrist, rough and demanding as she pries that curious touch away from her precious golden locks. burning eyes stares down at her, furiously, the easygoing demeanor gone as she hisses out:

                                                                                      ( @ignitedsol​ )

    to be approached—to be greeted—by those unfamiliar to her was in an opposite fashion, a familiar occurrence. however, while having been surrounded by an array of different individuals back in her own realm, daenerys found the people of this city to be wholly… singular. most unlike any she had ever encountered. but ah, yes, greetings… she had given and received many of them. the dothraki had their own manner of things, as did the ghiscari, and those of the free cities. her children, too, men and women hailing from all corners of the world, had their own custom.

    but the way in which this one had approached her… well, it was less a greeting and more question, no?

    confusion was quick to wear itself upon the queen’s features, a slight inclination of her head following as though to further punctuate the sentiment.

                “Smells like updog in here, doesn’t it?”

    ❛   Forgive me, my lady… but what is up dog?   ❜ 

    oh, containing her excitement has never so difficult. it’s painfully obvious just how out of touch the woman before her is in regards to memes. perhaps she is one of those super old people stuck in a young body! wouldn’t be the first time yang’s been exposed to that—— OR she comes from a place where they are nonexistent? this thought alone almost yanks a pout from the brawler. nevertheless, the stage is set, and goldilocks can’t help a mischievous smile from tugging at her lips.

     she’s practically shaking, doing everything in her willpower to keep a straight face, even when the threat of laughter spilling out of her lips is ever so present.

ruby nearly bites her. 

if there’s one thing that even she can’t stand, it’s strangers tugging on her hood. normally, the giant death scythe she lugs around is a great deterrent for weirdos getting into her personal space in the first place, but not this weirdo apparently. well, that, and she doesn’t actually have her giant death scythe right now, but her point still stands!

nearly a week of being cooped up in this city and restless isn’t even enough to describe ruby anymore. her friends being missing has helped in a weird little way, because hey, at least she has to something to focus on fixing! but on the other hand, her friends are missing. and that’s made her just about stressed enough to taste colors that don’t exist yet. 

needless to say, when she feels a hand on her hood and then her hood on her face, the little placid metronome in the back of her skull that ticks calmly between ‘fight’ and ‘flight’ makes a sudden violent swing towards FIGHT – and then gets stuck there. her shoulders raise, her hands clench into fists, and she lets out an audible growl through clenched teeth as she prepares to find the squishiest, softest place she can on this guy behind her and then kick it really, really hard. 

but she doesn’t. instead, ruby hears laughter she could place in a heartbeat anywhere, anytime, in any kind of crowd. her defensive aggression melts instantly to a cold rush of elated relief. but before she can say anything, she’s trapped in a hug that pops a few bones even as she gives a wheezing, cackling laugh in return, her grin wide and lopsided. 

“yang!” she tries to cry out, wriggling in her grasp if only out of principle. she can more than take her sister’s bear hugs, no sweat, but she’d lose some kind of baby sister street cred if she didn’t try to get a good elbow jab in there somewhere. “lemme down! lemme dooooown! my ribs! agh, they’re breaking! i can see… the LIGHT!” 

     there is delight in place of what anyone else would feel the purest fear when a growl escapes the red riding hood’s lips. laughter keeps on ringing out, bright and genuine, as the other seems to sink into realization, connecting the dots, and sure enough an elbow comes down to greet her in the ribs.

     ‘ OOF—— ’   it’s nothing but a blatant exaggeration. it takes much more than that to inflict her any real pain, and she knows ruby is aware of that.   ‘ how rude ! hurting your big sis like this first things first ! I. AM. DEVASTATED. ’   punctuating her every word with a squeeze, she’s almost sure she’d heard something popping back in place. oh well.

     there’s something reassuring about moments like these—— that things will be alright. it’s ruby. it’s always been ruby. never was her confidence placed on ruby clouded, she knew from the very beginning she would make an excellent leader;  but even so, every now and then little red keeps surprising her in the best way possible. maybe it’s that unyielding and hopeful spirit capable of moving mountains and parting oceans, but who knows! the only thing she knows is that weiss and blake feel the same way, no doubt.

      that’s enough for now, probably. so she frees the other with a mischievous smile, not passing the chance to ruffle those soft strands of hers while flashing her brightest smile.

     ‘ oh hey, almost didn’t see you there. did you know you blend in with the cushions really well ?  haha ! oh man, i had no idea rubes has a fox for roommate. hiiii, how’re you ? ’    she proceeds to kneel in front of said fox, reaching with her left hand to hopefully pet it. however, it got up and disappeared into the spare bedroom. yang sighed in defeat.

     ‘ huh, maybe they’re not fond of strangers? way to go. . . ’

steady, aim, fire.

she had but a single foam bullet loaded into her toy, for all the remaining ammunition lay for further use in her pocket. well… whatever was left of it, at least. these little things were not the easiest to keep track of– but that was beside the point. blake knew exactly what she had to do in order to get her partners attention. 

what better way would that be than with a friendly love-tap? 

the bullet ends up bouncing off of yang’s back with ease, rolling off to the side for the faunus to maybe pick up later. for now she simply stands in place, twirling the toy between her fingers with a small grin. 

“ looks to me like you’re a little rusty. ”

@ignitedsol​

     it’s one of those days. you know, those where you just kind of exist? where you simply get by while your brain jingles miserably across the floor? yeah, that was her, watching some street gig whilst pondering what she should have for dinner.

     until this excuse of a poke grabbed her attention. the only thing she expected was to see her partner standing right there.

     it is her third day here when she finally caught a glimpse of crimson around the corner. a double check is all she needed to know she wasn’t about to make some random stranger go through this public humiliation. yang wanted to yell, to run at her little sister and hug her until she said something about not being able to breathe or whatever. but yang pulled herself together. yeah, stealth might not be her thing 99% of the time, but here she is rocking it, and what for?

to pull ruby’s hood over her head, of course.

     ‘ gotcha ! hah !! ’   laughter laced with pure, unadulterated relief rings out as she enveloped her sister in one of those spine-breaker hugs.   ‘ oh, rubes. . .i’m so glad you’re here. are you alright ? ’

but consider…. he cute

          ‘ oh! hey, kiddo!! ’   waving with her free arm, relief quickly makes its presence the moment he seems to look at her general direction.  ‘ think you can give me a hand? ’                  heh.

          ‘ aw maaaan, what did the rotisserie chicken do to you? ’   there is just no helping it. the moment yang laid eyes on this girl, who looked very much preoccupied, but directing her gaze at this rotisserie chicken on display, yang just knew she had to say something. what for? well, maybe snap her out of it? strike a conversation? whatever it is, it’s up to you.   ‘ tell me the tea. i’ll get its ass for you. ’

YANG XIAO LONG of RWBY !

mom friend

suns out guns out

support on main 24/7

actual human space heater

bpe is always off the charts

carries snacks in her bag for the homies

the golden one and not-so-secretly a softie

goldilocks but badass and with character depth

very nurturing; once she considers you family, it’s over. you cannot escape her love and you have no choice in the matter

occasional bad puns (and by ‘bad’ i actually meant TERRIBLE) with a side of angst

actual genius but no one outside of team RWBY seems to acknowledge it

very trusting and wants to believe in the good of people

spare abandonment issues? spare abandonment issues, anyone?

“ i’m fine ” she says while having a meltdown

PTSD central be nice to her or else

@RIBELLAIONE asked:   01 through 04

      「 x 」not accepting !!

do you have a good relationship with your parents?

     ‘ hell yeah ! he’s a pretty neat dude— taught me everything i know about hand-to-hand. you know, i feel lucky because most people i know don’t get along with their dads. but us? we’re tight. ’  

     despite all the bad puns  ( which she also learned from him )  and the constant headbutting, they have a pretty good daughter-father relationship. maybe it’s a defense mechanism, but yang opts to gloss over the ugly parts of their life, like having to raise ruby because—— well, it doesn’t matter anymore. they pulled through and, at the end of the day, they’re still family who stuck around, unlike certain people.

     ‘ mom... she left us too way too early, but we had a pretty good relationship as well, y’know? she’s the super mom you wish you had! great stories, strong huntress with a big heart who made the best cookies! i really miss her, but... i know she’s somewhere better now. ’

raven branwen do not interact.

who did you last say “I love you” to?

     ‘ that’d be the bee’s knees, rubes! ’   why, because it was her birthday yesterday? no, not really! yang says it on a daily basis, always loving her sister on main, offering all the support she needs.  ‘ you know how people say that saying i love you too often ruins the meaning? i think that’s a load of grimmshit. i think it’s really nice to remind them. ’  even if you had yesterday, and the day before yesterday and-- you know how it goes.

do you regret anything?

     ‘ yeah. ’ such a quiet reply. one that certainly doesn’t match with the bright, always intense, and positive girl that yang is. but there’s nothing new to this behavior. it’s always been there, buried under layers and layers of trauma and coping mechanism.

     yang’s smile is bittersweet as she recalls not one, not two, but the several regrets she carries on her person. it shouldn’t be funny but, somehow, the brawler finds humor, perhaps even irony, in bearing so many regrets when she used to have such carefree lifestyle back then, doing whatever she wanted without thinking on the consequences.

     that girl is gone. and it’s amazing just how fast you can collect regrets in such short amount of time. sorrow didn’t suit those violet hues. she thinks of raven; all the years she wasted searching for someone she wanted to forget. the headmaster who’d took loyalty for granted.. then, she thinks about a certain partner, and she just can’t help it—  regret is like poison. silent and deadly.

     ‘ a few things. ’   she admits. there’s no point in lying, either way.  ‘ i wish i had been more honest with my feelings—  but it’s water under the bridge now. so it doesn’t matter. ’   but it does. the only thing she can do for now is hope it won’t matter in the future.

are you insecure?

@SUNIPS​ asked:   20, 62

       「 x 」accepting !!

where was the last place you snogged someone?

     there’s a halt to the brawler’s thoughts before the cogs started turning again. the last time...? huh. why does she feel like she’s about to disappoint her friend?

     ‘ i, uhh... ’  

     for some reason others think she’s experienced in the relationship department, and she can’t blame them for thinking so, with how bold & flirty she is. but truth be told, yang has never had the time to indulge in romantic feelings. but she gives the question some thought.

     still, nothing comes up. that doesn’t mean her heart has never beaten for others. it has. but there’s a time in life where you have to make it stop.

      ‘ .......never? ’  the way she says it, she might as well be apologizing.

what makes you happy?

oh, that’s easy ! 

     so many things comes into mind at that, the smile on her lips every-growing as she wondered where to begin. there are the small things, like a sleeping in, a perfect sunny day, the smell of freshly baked cookies...

     then, the things that makes life perfect. sharing little moments with those who matter, making someone you love laugh so much they cry, the surprised look on their face when you remember a small detail about them. well, now that she really thinks about it, she realizes just how reliant on other’s her happiness is. and yet, that doesn’t seem to bother her in the slightest.