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The Volume 9 trailer looks great.

“That’s a good wisdom!”

Three pearls of (wl)wisdom coming from Marron, Lillian, and Neela. Make of them what you will, Finch.

“You fear to go into those mines. The dwarves delved too greedily and too deep. You know what they awoke in the darkness of Khazad-dûm... shadow and flame.”

An awesome piece of art by @sthefbooh - Team RWBY in a fantasy setting, going up against, appropriately, a Balrog Grimm!

Pity the Balrog’s still copyrighted by the Tolkien estate. I’d give just about anything to see one of those suckers as a creature of Grimm in the show.

Yang definitely had not accidentally drifted off to sleep in the several minutes it took Blake to come back with her suitcase. Which is why she absolutely did not nearly jump out of her skin when she felt Blake’s gentle hand shaking her shoulder. “Yang?”

“Agh, fuck, wha- what time is it, did I miss my flight, I-” Yang stammered, toppling over, blinking several times as she tried to gather her bearings. “Oh, I, uh.. Blake! I’m totally awake, see!”

Blake giggled quietly as Yang rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, her mouth twisting adorably as she fought another yawn. “Sorry that took so long, baby,” Blake said, leaving Yang’s suitcase at the foot of the bed before plopping herself next to Yang on the floor. “My parents had some…  things to say to me.”

At that, Yang perked up, the twist in her lips becoming more pronounced. “Oh no,” she started, eyebrows drawing together in consternation. Her voice dropped to a mortified whisper as she continued, “Did they give you…  the talk?”

Blake laughed again, shaking her head. “No, but I definitely thought they were,” she said. “My mom did just catch us making out on the floor of my bedroom, so….”

“You’re making it sound like we’ll just have to make sure she doesn’t catch us next time,” Yang smirked, poking a tongue past teasing lips.

“She was really sweet, actually,” Blake replied, smacking Yang on the back of her head for good measure. “Saying stuff about how excited she was that you were here, how they already love you  so  much and…” Blake trailed off, feeling emotion rise in her lungs, and how it all was becoming so familiar, how quickly Yang was starting to feel like home.

“And?” Yang caught, offering the unfinished sentence back onto Blake’s tongue, and patiently waiting.

Blake cleared her throat, but it didn’t matter. The next words sprung small tears in her eyes, as if speaking them out loud suddenly brought out their true meaning. Slowly, “She said that… you’re already part of our family.”

Yang’s mind flashed to a night that felt like lifetimes ago, when she offered her hand to the universe and imagined a unified ring of metal around her finger. “Like you’re a part of mine,” Yang murmured in reply, kissing her temple, her cheek, the tiny freckles on the tip of her nose.

“How did I get so lucky?” Blake whispered.

Yang leaned her forehead against Blake’s, nuzzling their noses together. “I was thinking the same thing.”

commissioned the lovely and talented @sthefbooh for my scene from chapter three of my fic “Distance” and she absolutely brought the fluff and softness to life!!! thank you again <3