#passion even when my skills couldn’t measure up. and taking me under her wing

[ensoleils]

it’s so hard to describe what i feel for the people at nyc kendo but they’re really my second family.

[absolutelyxosmittenxo]

Anonymous asked: If it's not to much trouble could we get some general relationship headcanons for winter, Glynda and raven please ?

{notes: fun fact - glynda was actually the first character to capture my heart, winter is so calming to write for me, and raven? she is a complicated woman volume five tailored to splendidly. now, I admittedly am inexperienced with these ladies, so hopefully I portrayed them properly. but regardless, thank you very much for requesting, and I hope you enjoy ❤}

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⭐ In the course of a procedure, Winter would be inclined to scold any of your misbehavior or foolhardiness. It's to project a smoother route for what has been relegated down to her. Never sheepish towards how imprudent you can behave every once in a while, but she wouldn't be reluctant to be verbal concerning such minor offenses. Don't fall out of line. The Atlesian calvarium thoroughly understands she can confide with you, your immeasurable faithfulness an object of unconditional affection. Even with your persistent silliness. And whoever said the eldest Schnee couldn't take part in your fun herself?

⭐ Abrasive geeks clacking against the asphalt, you and your lover would saunter throughout Atlas. No paladins crawling behind you, none trailing behind in a clunky, robotic march. General Ironwood wouldn't infringe on her spare time, not prodding with responsibilities relevant to the armer forces. You aren't to be tasked with being fearful of what lay beyond the outer reaches of the unknown tomorrow. Acclaim cultivates your connection, admiring what has been achieved in one another's years. Brief chatter sneaking in, marveling at the sights and such. It's an excellent time for her to forgive and forget and be around you in public.

⭐ Critique, constructive and degrading, has not stopped popping up in the esteemed fighter's life. She has conquered what comments were made, but sometimes those who are the most powerful require protection, too. It's a lovely surprise when you insist she trains you. You want to protect her, as it seemed nobody else was willing to be her valiant guardian.  The justification for your actions triggers emotion evaporated in the presence of others. You're doing it for her. Flattered, Winter rewards you for your hot pursuit however you wish.

⭐ Following a string of military tasks, Winter would be heaving with exhaustion once arriving home. It's suggested you prepare a little something nice for her, allow the blizzard to come to a still. Interruptions or anything that wind her up aren't anywhere. She would embroider your bodies as if they were a singular mold, propping you into her abdomen. Pursing her lips, the oldest of three would feel honestly weightless as worries die down. She can breathe; it makes you feel calmer, knowing the harshness of a potential war between kingdoms hasn't stripped you of your lover.

⭐ Public displays of affection? Dismayingly, there would be roadblocks. It wouldn't tarnish the upper class woman where she stands nor the reputation she must uphold. But keep in mind Winter is a maiden who would preferably bury those desires, conserving them. In private, she doesn't squander the chance to express herself. You would be appeased, dwindling in the liberality. Behind closed doors, she would be tangy as marmalade, passionate as you are littered head to toe with kisses and embraces galore. Not too excessive, not too little. Just the right amount. If you were to ever have an exchange of PDA, it would be the oh so subtle pressing of your palms. It reminds her you're loyal, at her side whenever she needs you to be there.

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⭐ You are worthy of respect, in Weiss' book. How you have untangled the stubborn knot tied around her sister's heart would be stunning. Not many have seen that side of Winter. Winter holds a special place in Weiss' heart, being the only considered family - along with Klein - from the Schnee lineage she had. If you mean a lot to Winter, you mean just as much to her little sister.

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⭐ As the headmaster's assistant, Glynda would be strapped with numerous hassles. Dealing with the rambunctious huntsman and huntresses in the making, keeping order in good repair, mudslides of paperwork. Don't forget how she serves as a millennial protector of Remnant! The pay off though is admittedly gratifying. But the backbreaking work on a daily basis would leave wares and tears on her. As the stress accumulates, take action. Distract your sorceress from the heavy burdens she carries however you presume would be helpful. Massage the tension to oblivion. Whip up your finest cuisine (she'll be appreciative, even if your cooking skills aren't anything to write home about, or completely atrocious). Help out with the mountains of grading. Just let her have the space to breathe.

⭐ Slow dancing would be marvelous. Record spinning, the euphony is liquefied gold poured all over you as you are transported magically to a ballroom ripped straight from Disney's "Beauty and the Beast." Hands firmly clasped on her, shoulders bumping, thighs trembling with an easy going sway as you rock rhythmically. It draws a high resemblance to the obsessive fantasies of a young girl. Miss Goodwitch would be your fair maiden, you mastering the role of her dashing partner. 

⭐ Juveniles are naturally bringers of stress as they sort out their own ups and downs of the world. With those rampant hijinks, the captivating magic wielder could be reduced to a nagging although motherly contrast of her namesake. She'll preserve a second or two for your sake, comparable to buried treasures you carry in secrecy. But such duties must be attended to and interaction may be brief. Forgive Glynda, for under those set of circumstances, there won't be an abundance of PDA.

⭐ Disciplinary doesn't automatically translate to insensitivity. Home is where tenderness runs wild! Aversions nowhere to be seen and no troubles to speak of. Above all, you would shimmy on up to the highest peak where you are the highest priority of the one and only Glynda Goodwitch. She wouldn't hesitate to extrapolate your importance. Wholesome phrases, happy dazes, comforting squeezes and truthful answers to your "Do you love me?"'s. The headmaster's right hand woman couldn't imagine a better way to spend those select moments alone.

⭐ Restraint raises constraint on school conversation, but that doesn't mean any second would be wasted. Every fortnight, you would inscribe scriptures edifying all fractions of your ardor. Slipping them into your sweetheart's desk whenever she isn't around, you would be brightly illuminated all throughout the day wondering how she'll react. It would generate an admiring smile and gentle shake of her head. Glynda would always take your messages to heart.

⭐ The fall of Beacon was heartbreaking, especially for the professor. She doesn't express it often, but she holds every student near and dear, latching onto them and astounded at their achievements. Yet she couldn't protect all of them. As your lover mourns the fallen, raise her spirits, and grieve alongside her. Don't leave her alone - she needs you.

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⭐ Ozpin would rejoice at how you can assuage his assistant. He takes notice of her stress and your company has appeared to be a useful remedy. Occasionally, the wizard let's your romantic escapades slide, freeing you two lovebirds so you can flutter your wings. Particularly as his conscious has been converted into a disembodied voice infused with a young farmer boy, Oz knows he can trust you to comfort Glynda as you rebuild Beacon.

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  ⭐ "I love you"'s would be rarities, the intervals of it transpiring difficult to foretell. The language of exchanging amorous drivel doesn't suit Raven's fancy often. She's an arbitrary, cutthroat tribe leader expressing herself through the tongue of the pitiless to those threatening members. Don't measure her infrequent expressions as measly grains of salt. The scarcity shouldn't delude; every time she utters these three words, there is magnitudes of sincerity laced on them. No ruthless spatting injecting venom - honest and profound, rather.

⭐ The Branwen would be very territorial. She'll stamp you with her marking, . You would be front and center on the throne. Possessive at times, yes, but Raven wouldn't treat you as a prisoner. You're the Omega connected to her, the Alpha of the pack, by the red string of fate. You are confined, bound to one another. Two birds on a wire, as they say. You wouldn't be bidding her farewell soon.

⭐ Qrow's sister prioritizes stable authority. One mishap could deconstruct the gang of thieves and troubled souls who lick her boots. Thus, the rabenmutter would rebuke all public displays of affection as to maintain balance. She doesn't want to be mocked by her alleged family. Ridicule would in rather displeasing consequences.

⭐ Not to say you are an embarrassment, but Raven goes in line with the other ladies mentioned before. The clashes would be heavily secluded, as to avoid generating unwanted disturbances. Fervent as the daughter she conceived, the collisions strike, a match inspiring so much touch of vigor. Rough, straight to the point, never beating around the bush; no betrayal, no lies, no denial or force. Only what you would please.

⭐ Taiyang's departed lover would be very defensive over you. Flying in with a flash as her avian equivalent when you are in danger as she has done for Ruby and Yang,  eradicating the threat on sight. You'd given her another thing to protect, even as molten lava has sweltered. Your strength would be heightened as Raven aims to ensure you are battle ready. If you wanted to thrive, you must be strong enough to survive.

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⭐ Based on how his sister has strayed, Qrow would be staggering from learning of your relationship. She was a strange one, only tamed once before by Taiyang. Though justified distance has strained their kinship, the bad luck charm would be thankful someone's keeping tabs on her.