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i know there's some audio floating around tiktok already but here is my personal recording. i cropped it longer so you can hear a little more of his speech at the beginning.

Hello everyone! My name is Quokkamolle. This will be the first story I ever publish, much less a RWBY fic. Though this is an AU, I do my best to ensure that the characters are written faithfully to the source yet still providing a refreshing experience to RWBY fans, old and new.

I've left a small passage below in case I have your interest. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

From a distance, Colton could see the occasional glance that the maiden received from other nearby guests. Many looked intrigued or curious, but none dared approach. Such was the frigid air around her that those same guests looked at Colton as though he were crazy when he stepped up beside the distracted girl in his sight, ensuring he came to rest on her right side.

"I take it this cake is too pedestrian for your regal tastes, milady?"

As his new conversational partner turned to face him, Colton was treated to the only aspects of this girl's current appearance that weren't white to some extent—an icy blue right eye the same shade as Lord Schnee's, and a black eyepatch bearing the family sigil that rested where that eye's twin should have been.

Weiss Schnee frowned at the new arrival, which may have scared a stranger, but to those who knew how to recognize her subtle pouting, it served only to bring a smile to Colton's face.

"You know, Whitley is the only other person who calls me 'milady' in such an annoyingly teasing way. Don't stoop to his level. I can barely tolerate him as it is."

With an amused chuckle, Colton finally dropped the facade he'd been upholding throughout this party. "Sorry, I couldn't help it. I got lost in the role of 'snooty aristocrat.' I think my father would have a stroke if I so much as dreamed of talking like a normal person at one of these things. Seriously though, what's wrong with this cake? You were staring at it awfully hard."

Weiss rolled her eye, though she did crack a smile as she gestured at the cake, which towered over them thanks to its natural height and the table it rested on. "I just think it's gaudy. I mean, it's not like this is a wedding or something. Not to mention that it's red velvet. Yuck."

"You are the only person I know who thinks red velvet actually tastes different than regular cake, Weiss."

"Maybe the rest of you are just uncultured. Forget about that, just come here for a second."

Without a second thought, Weiss grabbed Colton's hand and dragged him towards the far left end of the table. Most would have found such directness flustering, but this wasn't the first time Weiss had taken Colton's hand without warning. Ever since they were kids, she'd been the type to forcefully guide him towards her whims. He'd lost count of how many times she'd taken the lead.

It took only a moment for the duo to reach the far end of the dessert table, at which point Weiss let go of Colton's hand so she could grab a serving plate from the table itself. She quickly used a spoon to scoop up some pastry from its dish before turning back to Colton and placing it all in his hands. The Brant heir raised a confused eyebrow at the lightly browned and crisp bread that had been presented to him.

"And this is?"

"Apple strudel. Warm it up for me, would you? It's been sitting out on this table way too long."

"You know, I can think of a lot of crusty old fossils that would consider this a grievous misuse of the gifts granted to us by our Goddess."

The noble girl across from Colton raised a hand to her chest as she clutched at invisible pearls. "Oh no, how terrible! However will those poor geezers recover from this travesty?"

If You Have Ghosts

Moodboard - Where is bro Papa going ?

something something never change something something it's not goodbye someth-

*cries and runs away but in a cool way*

For some reason I had a bunch of pics of copia running saved in my drafts