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Title: Building a Reprise 6/? Word Count: 11,432 (51,8910 total) Fandom: RWBY Characters: Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long Pairing: Ruby/Weiss (White Rose), Blake/Yang (background/established) Rating: Mature (future rating for depictions of action, character injury) Summary: A year after Salem’s fall, Team RWBY have reunited to take on a contract in Mantle. Between Ruby’s lingering crush on her partner and a Grimm forcing hunters to become the hunted, the mission hasn’t quite been the reunion she’d wished for. Things aren’t easy when so much has been unsaid between her and Weiss, though, and it’s going to get worse before it gets better. Chapter Summary: Team RWBY consolidate their leads and come up with a plan of attack. Yang and Blake’s conflict only escalates, and it turns out Weiss isn’t the only Schnee in town.

Ruby’s semblance was red-electric in her veins as she hit the ground running, the world reduced to the thunder of her pulse in her ears, the rasp of her breath, the roll and crack of lightning overhead as it lit up the night sky above them. The rain plastered her hair in her eyes as she banked hard to make the final turn up their street, her boots skidding in the treacherous mix of grit, oil and water on the road.

Unless I work some sort of productivity miracle this weekend (which could happen so who knows) we’re looking at least Wednesday next week.

Title: to the victor (½) Word Count: 6,635 Fandom: RWBY Characters: Ruby Rose (PoV), Weiss Schnee Pairing: Ruby/Weiss (White Rose) Rating: Explicit (for the second chapter) Summary: When a search for Dust goes south, Ruby and Weiss find themselves pushed to their limits.

Title: Here and Now (5,721 words) Author: Zerrat/Verdantei Rating: Mature Fandom: RWBY Pairing: Weiss Schnee/Ruby Rose (White Rose) Characters: Weiss (PoV), Ruby Summary: Valentine’s Day fluff. Set a few years from the end of canon. En route to their next job, Weiss is horrified to learn she’s forgotten the date.

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Hello anon! Thanks for stopping by! :D

SWHN + the two related one shots is very dear to my heart, taught me a lot about myself and what o want to portray in fics, and I’m incredibly glad that I was able to reach people with my work!

Lightning and Fang really had an amazing dynamic to work with.

Canon-divergent AU: Weiss fails her father’s test, but this is not the end of her story.

updates to be posted every second day if I can manage!

Hey anon! Thanks for dropping by!

I keep trying to figure out which tumblr you’re talking about - @zerratwritesstuff or @wip-it which both have seen activity since July last year - but yeah I haven’t been active lately.

The big reason for this is that I’ve burned myself out on writing so severely I don’t know if I can do it any more. There’s a lot of shit involved in that - a failure to measure up to my own impossible demands of myself, that writing in and of itself has become impossibly linked with a lot of mental anguish and self loathing. And yet, so much of my identity for so many years has been “writer”.

I’ve been putting off posting about it for a long time, because this is very painful for me.

I pretty much need to make an effort of rehabilitating this desiccated husk of a hobby, but so far I haven’t had the courage to challenge the sick feeling in my stomach. :(

I’m not looking for sympathy or help. This is only something I can challenge.

still one/zero and five/one.

emotional abuse continues so if you’re squicked by that, tbh this probably isn’t something you want to be reading. watch and be amazed as everything continues to be Awful.

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When One awoke the following day, it was to a still room, the pulled drapes only permitting slivers of the midday sun to fall against the thick, woven rug by her side of the bed. A series of sharp knocks punctuated the sudden awareness, and shooting up in bed, One turned to find the space next to her empty, the sheets left askew.

Five. One let herself exhale, still half-expecting Five to return at any moment, slipping in from the bathroom to run her fingers through One’s hair, to quip about how worries hounded her even in dreams, a steady reassurance there was no way…

But Five’s side of the bed was cold, the familiar beat of her song absent. One’s fingers ghosted over the thin curve of her lips, her neck prickling with the remembered sensation of Five’s mouth.

It was only the repeated rap of knuckles against the door, insistent and demanding, that gave One the anchor to pull herself from her thoughts, and hoarsely, she called, “Enter.”