#oc: weiss

[bluenightcomedies]

♥️aye, tis me~ finished dis real late night last night, so's a mite late fer ArtFight but still showed up~ needs more polish but goan do em after AF's over, so's fer participation~

now, tell me... anythin catch yer eye~?

had dis prototype goan but ain't happy wit it at all so did a full makeover, an's worth it~ old un's below.

like light an day, aye?

[darling-writings]

@augusnippets day 18: infection

Akehurst was making an effort to be more professional than usual, sitting in the van outside of today’s illegal laboratory sweep. Sugar’s radio monologue from inside was harrowing, and he didn’t seem like he would handle Akehurst’s usual chatter very well. 

“It’s. Not good in here,” he was saying. “I can see why this person’s neighbor called in complaining about the smell. It’s a graveyard. No living subjects, close to… god, it must be close to 50 dead.”

In a backyard shed that small? They must be piled up. Akehurst shuddered. “Sending Central a request for body bags, we don’t have that many.” 

“No need. I have a box of plastic evidence bags that’ll work.” 

Akehurst’s sick curiosity got the better of him. “How do you mean?” 

“The bodies… should fit about right in those.” He sighed, Akehurst could picture him sliding his glasses up and pinching the bridge of his nose as he composed himself. “I’m sorry, I’m in breach of procedure. Let me try again. Subjects found in a series of aquarium tanks. Genetic tampering obvious, most likely done prenatally. Each is… well, they look like tiny little mermaids. Really. About the size of my hand. They must have been created here, the poor things. Lived and died here.” A shaky breath, in and out. Sugar always got attached, and always took it hard when he was too late. “All subjects appear to be deceased, most are in advanced stages of rot. It’s. Hard to look at.” 

“Heard, Sugar.” Akehurst figured a joke about Sugar sounding ‘green in the gills’ might be poor timed, right now. 

Sugar went quiet as he got to work sweeping the scene. Akehurst knew he wouldn’t be hearing any more from him until the corpses were removed. There was no way Sugar would feel comfortable sending over any files left behind by the perpetrator until they were seen to with respect. A few minutes passed, as Akehurst poked dully at a Wile-E Coyote bobblehead on the dashboard. Sugar’s voice, reappearing sudden and urgent on his radio, made him jump. 

“Akehurst, tell medical I’m coming out with a living subject now. I nearly bagged and put him with the others. He’s in a bad way.”

“Roger.” Akehurst flipped radio channels to kick Doctor Weiss into gear, then hopped out, ostensibly to open the van’s back door for her. In reality, he just wanted to catch a glimpse of whatever Sugar was bringing out of the shed. He figured he was allowed to be as nosy as he wanted, as long as he never violated his NDA. 

The back of the van was all ambulance on the interior. Akehurst had never seen Weiss anywhere that didn’t look like a hospital. He privately thought she might blink out of existence if she stepped out of a medical setting, even for a moment. 

The sound of hurried footsteps and sloshing water turned Akehurst’s head. Sugar was carrying a 5-gallon fish tank, half full of filthy greenish water, toward the van as quickly as he could. Akehurst rushed over to help take the weight of it. 

The smell of the tank was vile, moldy hard water and rotting fish. Inside it, floating limply back and forth in time with the sloshing water, was the specimen. The little fish-person looked like a betta from the waist down, bone-white from tip to tail, save for angry red discoloration around the edges of his frayed fins. These were disproportionately small, as if they’d been eaten away. His black eyes bulged grossly out of their sockets, cloudy and staring up at nothing. Most worrying were his gills, flushed a dark bloody red, spotted with fuzzy, bacterial white. They were alarmingly engorged, beating in time with the tiny subject’s labored breathing. 

The Agents reached the van, and put the tank down on the stretcher inside.  Sugar immediately turned to head back into the shed, all business now that there was a life he could save. “There should be records inside, they might tell you something about how to help him.”

“Good call,” said Weiss. 

Akehurst gave a thumbs up to Sugar’s retreating back. “Radio us anything you find.” 

Weiss pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. “Akehurst, find the biggest specimen jar you can, and fill it up with water. This dirty tank is clearly causing the subject distress.” She plunged her hand into the slimy water, and lifted the subject up so he was just barely submerged. His head lolled back against her middle finger, a pained expression on his tiny, pale face. She shone a penlight at him; his blind eyes didn’t change, nor did he react in any way, apart from continuing to struggle for breath. She asked the subject a few questions, but he didn’t appear to understand, lost in a haze of pain and sickness. 

“I’m not sure transferring him is a good idea, right now,” Akehurst replied, rifling through drawers for a specimen jar anyway. 

“Are you a doctor, now?” 

“Nah, I’m just the guy that drives the van. But I do keep fish at home. And a quick transfer from one tank to another can shock a healthy fish enough to kill them. This little guy wouldn’t be able to take it.” 

Weiss made a face that said she hadn’t expected Akehurst to have anything useful to contribute. “Good call. But we can’t leave him in this water and treat his infection at the same time. Radio central and tell them to find a marine biologist willing to sign an NDA, and to get a tank set up in the medical wing. Then start driving.” 

Akehurst did as he was told. While he was on call with central, he watched Weiss let the subject float back down to the bottom of the tank while she found a bottle of antibiotic pills. She took one —nearly the size of the subject’s entire hand— and carefully crushed it, weighing out a tiny fraction of the powder. She repeated the process with an analgesic. The tiny portions of medicine-dust were then mixed with a few drops of clean water, and picked up with a pipette. 

“Hey, little guy,” she murmured, bringing the subject’s limp form up again, this time letting his face break the surface. She held the pipette to his mouth, which was already open and gasping. “Can you drink this for me?” She let a drop fall into his mouth, and he managed to swallow most of it. The second drop, he refused, closing his mouth and turning his head away. It was a relief to see him move at all. 

“I know, it’s bitter,” Weiss continued, “but it’ll help you. Okay, honey?” She fitted the pipette into his mouth, nudging it open, and squeezed the rest of the medicine in. The subject coughed weakly, spitting up what he couldn’t swallow. 

Akehurst hung up the call, and radioed Sugar to tell him they’d send a car to pick him up later. He stood to head back to the front of the van, leaving Weiss cradling the subject in her hand, looking out of her depth. 

Breaking the speed limit on the way back to The Organization’s central office was a given. It might give the subject half a chance at living long enough to receive treatment. Even so, Akehurst had his doubts. 

[troubleham]

and my 'canon' psmd team! weiss is a former evil team leader who was banished to being a shitty little animal and going to animal preschool as punishment for trying to end the world. kipp is a ray of sunshine who loves his best friend while also being aware he's an awful person and trying to keep him in check. its a big burden for a little guy!

[heyitsjaki]

...I think Phaedra is going to need more tequila! 🤣

[dragon-razor-writings]

Years after Salem's demise...

Weiss, standing in front of a cabin: "To think he lived in a cabin in the woods."

Ruby: "Feels like I'm visiting my dad."

Blake: "How is your father holding up, anyways?"

Ruby, shrugging: "He recently became the headmaster of Signal, so, pretty good."

Yang: "Alright, let's cut the convo and go visit our favorite knight."

The four of them made their way towards the entrance of the house, with Yang knocking on the door.

Yang: "Yo, VB! We're here!"

Stepping out was a woman about their age and height.

Blake: "Uh, hi. We're looking for-"

Woman: "Oh my God, it's so good to see you four again!" *Grabs Yang with a bear hug*

Weiss: "Uh, you must've mistaken us for some other people."

Woman: "No, I remember you guys. You were at my wedding, see?" *Pulls out scroll to show a photo of the five of them in dresses, with the lady in question clearly in a wedding dress* "You all were at Jaune and I's wedding."

RWBY, now realizing that they don't remember Jaune's wife for shit despite having been at her wedding: '...Shit.'

(Please add to this, it would be very funny to see what people come up with.)

[muppet-facts]

Muppet Fact #1294

Pip and Pop share a birthday, however it's unclear whether or not they are related.

Source:

Weiss, Ellen. A Birthday Surprise! Simon Spotlight, 1999.

[lazy-ghost-zzz]

Must delete that memory, anything that would make him drfit away from you...

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

How does Team RWBY react to counter JNPR?

I cannot get all of JACC in one post without it being miles long. I will get to the other three in time.

Dawne: Hey Cutie~ That's a cool weapon you got~

Ruby: *Gasp* Thank you! *she unfurls Crescent Rose* It's A Scythe and a High-Impact Customizable Sniper Rifle!

Dawne: Huh?

Ruby: It's also a gun! My uncle helped me design it's first iteration ...

Dawne: *Zoning Out*

*tap Tap tap*

Dawne: ?

Yang: She's Fifteen.

Dawne:

Yang: *Grabbing his shoulder* Nope! You started this conversation, and you're gonna finish it!

Dawne: *scoffs*

Dawne: So it's Chambered in .50?

Ruby: Yes! Yes She is! But enough about my baby, What's yours like?

Dawne: Oh, you mean- *He brings out a silvery longsword, it's blade splitting along the spine to let the barrel be seen* Horizon Line?

Ruby: Ooooh~ .308?

Dawne: Yes, yes she is~ A Longsword and Designated Marksman Gauss-Rifle!

Ruby: Gauss? Why Gauss instead of traditional firing mechanisms?

Dawne: Well ... I dunno ... I thought the trade off of easier maintenance was worth the initial cost and the necessity of Electric dust to fire it.

Ruby: I can see how that'd be useful! You're ... you were another tournament Runner, Yeah? Like Pyrrha?

Dawne: Yes. Like Pyrrha.

Ruby: Ah, W-well ... with all the funds you got from it, I can see how'd it'd be worth it! Don't need to worry about something failing as often!

Dawne: *Wasn't expecting to have an actual good conversation with anyone* I ... yeah! Plus, I can attach my Scroll to it for data - Thermal detection, bullet counting, aura level remaining ...

~~~~~

Dawne: What's Cookin' Good Lookin'!

Yang: ... Hmm.

Dawne: What? Speechless~

Yang: Well, way too many people are comfortable getting touchy before the first word. Thinking of giving you a chance since you kept your hands to yourself.

Dawne: Oh, giving me a chance would be the worst mistake for you romantic prospects in the future! No one will ever compare~

Yang: And there's the other shoe. I don't like being played with.

Dawne: Aw, Come on! I don't play with people, I make them sing~

Yang: Alright you've got your point across. Leave.

Dawne: Come on! I'm Dawne Angeles, One of the Top Tournament fighters of the Mistral League~ You have no Idea how lucky you are-

Yang: I told you to Back off.

Dawne: *raising his hands defensively* Okay! Okay! ... Fine. No Flirting. How about a drink? Just a drink and I'll be out of your hair

Yang: ...

Yang: *sigh* Fine. One Drink. You fuck up again, and you leave, got it?

Dawne: Sounds like a plan, Fireb-

Yang: ?

Dawne: ... I don't think I caught your name!

~~~~~

Dawne: H-

Weiss: If you're going to flirt with me, turn around and leave, or else I'm freezing you solid! I get enough of that junk from you're brother. and if you believe I'll entertain it for one second, then you're sorely mistaken.

Dawne: ...

Dawne: Snow ang- *Frozen*

~~~~~

Dawne: Well if it isn't my lucky day~

Blake: *Reading*

Dawne: I mean, most people think black cats are bad to come across, but I don't think they've been the ones lucky enough to even lay their eyes upon a beauty such as yourself~

Blake: *Still Reading*

Dawne: ...

Dawne: I can't help but notice that we have similar palettes! Why we almost look like to parts of a pair-

Blake: Like Siblings?

Dawne: ...

Dawne: Great. Thanks for that mental image. Really appreciate it.

Blake: Not a problem~

[howi99]

Jaune is geinus rwbys reaction to the puppeteer being jaune

AAAAAAAAAH FINALLY! I CAN ANSWER THIS QUESTION!

Team RWBY: *waiting at the door with both Marie and "Marie". Marie is knocking at the door like a maniac*

Weiss: So, will you explain us why you took your sister's name instead of your own? Do you have so bad of a name?

???: N-no! It's just... Golly it's hard to explain, ok?! When Father will be here, you'll understand.

Ruby: ... I was wondering why you never took out your cloak. You never showed your face either...

???: ... *Sigh* you'll understand soon enough.

The Puppeteer: *opening the door* Marie, calm down! I won't go faster even if you knock more.

Marie: *knock on his head because he wasn't ready to welcome her back at the second ahe arrived*

The Puppeteer: Ok, ok. Gee... *Looking at both team RWBY and his "daughter"* Ah, come on in, i made some tea for everyone.

Marie: *mischievous smile* "not the bad kind i hope?"

The Puppeteer: Of course not! *Opening the door wide* Enter, enter! I was waiting for you.

???: ...

The Puppeteer: That includes you, by the way.

__________

At the table, in the kitchen

Yang: So, who are you?

The Puppeteer: Hm? Me? Depends what you want to hear.

Blake: Your name. What is it?

The Puppeteer: Ah, but i go by many names. The Puppeteer, the man lost to time, the knight of the last maiden, or even-

???: Jaune, his name is Jaune.

Yang: Jaune!? That's impossible!

Blake: Yeah! Weiss told us you didn't feel!

Weiss: I only said i didn't see him fall! *Looking at him* What happened to you?

Ruby: ... Jaune, what happened to Penny?

WBY: *turning to Ruby* ?

The Puppeteer: ... *Sigh* Good job, P, you blew it out. I wanted to explain them what happened a lot less violently.

P: *removing her cloak, revealing her appearance, almost identical to the old Penny* I was unable to keep lying.

Weiss: Penny!? You meant to say that the person who's memory you have is-

P: My name is P, i'm sorry to have mislead you. But when i saw you, all of you, i couldn't bring myself to show you who i am supposed to be.

The Puppeteer: I created her using the blueprint Pietro gave to me before... Well, before everything went to hell.

Ruby: What about...

The Puppeteer: ... *Sigh* Come with me.. She's in my lab.

[lenn-ey]

surely, we understood that we were just deceiving each other like idiots.

[starrysharks]

I was wondering, do you have any sketches?

i do! they're pretty shitty tho.

firstly, i have this unfinished sketch from a few days ago - i was trying to redesign some old designs that some people might recognise from my old project about a death game on a train in the 1920s europe! (i've been trying to rewrite it - i think i might bump up the time period to the 40s or 50s.)

next - some metalocalypse doodles... i've been obsessed with this show, i heavily recommend it if you like metal and also late 2000s adult swin humor.

next i have some kranken doodles... i don't like them much.

and lastly - a sketch page from a while ago, where i was practising with a plus-size/fat body type!

[bluenightcomedies]

back wit a big ol splash! we's had a lil... "break" but found trick ta set it straight, n' ALSO gave us a big nice view o th headspace! we's goan hafta draw th whole thing out smtm~ goan need a new ref soonish but til now, bit o tweaks ta my look~ miss me? ~WEISS

[pikadrawsthings]

Mistletoe Kisses🎄✨

Happy Holidays everyone! I hope everyone has a good Christmas/Hanukkah/Yuletide!

Needed to draw more of these goobers so I figured I’d make it ✨festive✨

[heatherchasesyou]

Canon x OC lollll

it's Vincent n my OC Weiss~

[heyitsjaki]

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[dragon-razor-writings]

(Arcs Of The Ever-After 4)

Jaune, opening the door: "Hey, we're...back..."

Ren, Weiss, and Blake, all both mentally and physically exhausted: *half mumbled greetings, too exhausted to form actual words*

Nora: "Hey, we got-woah, what happened to you three?"

All three of them points to the young Hunter, who is covered in blood, but rather unscathed.

Hunter: 🙂 *waves at Jaune*

(What the hell happened while the others were gone?)