Some very old pricefield commissions that I forgot to post ahh the new “love is strange” game reminded me of my love for these two and now I’m dragged back.
ohohohohohohoho HOO BOY FRIEND PAL DO I HAVE THE FIC RECS FOR YOU
so first i’m going to get the shameless self-promo over with, i write a lot of kumirei (not a straight trumpet) and it’s not the best but there’s a lot of it but aNYWAY
Honey, Where Are the Kids?by trashcocoon on ao3 is one of my favorite kumirei fics, it’s on hiatus rn so keep that in mind but it’s adorable (kumirei as moms! what more could you need) so yeah.
Deep Oceans of No Lightby QuickYoke (also on ao3). ohhhh my god. oh my god. @romanimp’s writing is incredible, please read this fic i’m begging you.
al fineby spiralmaiden (again, on ao3) is a short, sweet, well-written fic that i find myself rereading quite a bit. it’s really cute.
every stepby eonflute (ao3). high school musical references. what else do i need to say honestly.
sleepover storm by niigoki (ao3) is super intriguing, great introspections on the characters that aren’t seen in too many fics. read this one, you won’t regret it.
winter lightby UnusuallyNormal (ao3) has some unbelievably beautiful prose, i love it.
like icarusby Kendarr (ao3). icarus metaphors. gay. read it.
from the new world by thecivilunrest (ao3) is so goddamn cute i love it so much please read it.
Call it Offby Sensha_do (ao3). i’m pretty sure this is one of the few fics that have actually made me tear up. beautiful characterization, a heart-tugging story, everything you’d want. read this fic all the way through, please.
Penguin Underwearby KassidyRayne on ffn is adorable. college au. it’s so cute.
Brass Duetby Lesprit-de-escalier (ffn) is a lovely collection of kumirei oneshots that i adore.
Four Cups of Coffeeby Krinos (ffn) isn’t kumirei, it’s natsuuko, but it’s adorable and i really hope that the author updates it sometime soon.
Shadows and Parasolsby The Neon Catz (ffn) is a cool au, though i do wish the fic was longer sometimes. anyway, it’s a great read and i recommend it.
Inertiaby MeruMusings (ffn) is a beautifully written one-shot that i love.
you probably weren’t expecting this many fic recs, sorry, i just….really love kumirei…….
(and if any of the authors have tumblrs, i’m more than willing to add links to their blogs too!)
It gets more and and more gay orz…I keep spending more time on each part too so it’s been progressively less of a shitty sketch. Also tried a different brush and finish…i like it more now.
So these screenshots from the Volume 4 trailer hit the web earlier… and when I combine these images with some of the information that was just given to us at the RWBY panels at RTX 2016, I’m starting to form an idea on what might possibly happen in Yang and Blake’s storylines in Volume 4.
First off, Yang doesn’t look like she’s still mopey here- she looks angry. Moreover, she also looks focused. Combining that inference with the statement at the second RWBY panel yesterday that Volume 4 wouldn’t be a “mopey story” and their other general descriptions of what’s to come, I’m thinking Yang is going to leave Patch pretty soon and head out to Atlas to finally try and get herself a prosthetic arm. Either that or she goes off to find Raven and gets her new arm from her somehow.
Blake, as we see here, isn’t in Vale anymore. She’s at some pier, but beyond that we can’t really tell where exactly she might be. However, seeing as how Patch is an island off the coast of Vale, I’m thinking that some stuff might happen in the early episodes of Volume 4 that will finally convince Blake to try and go back to Yang. However Blake isn’t going to make it in time- if she does go to Patch, she’ll arrive not long after Yang’s already left and headed out on her journey. Thus, Blake will follow after Yang and eventually catch up with her in the second half of the volume (Rooster Teeth does love their teasing, after all).
Since Rooster Teeth talked about how all four of the main girls are going to be having their own arcs in Volume 4, I’m thinking that the general direction for Yang and Blake will be as such:
Yang - Dealing with the loss of her arm and the subsequent pursuit of getting a prosthetic, whilst also dealing with the hurt she might still have over Blake abandoning her. Potentially also explore more on Yang’s subplot with Raven.
Blake - Realizing that she needs to not run away, then chase after Yang to finally reunite with her and try to win back her trust.
It’s hard to tell right now, but if I were to guess who in the cast will get the earliest reunion in the show, I’d say it’s probably going to be Yang and Blake. Either them or Yang and Weiss (if Yang goes to Atlas and get herself a prosthetic). I say this because whenever Team RWBY does regroup in the future, be it the finale of Volume 4 or some other point in Volume 5, Yang and Blake will need to have sorted out their issues together in order for the whole team to properly function together.
On top of that, more than any of the other main characters right now, Yang and Blake’s personal arcs are very closely intertwined with one another. Yang’s injury and depression are hugely influenced by Blake and the most central form of Blake’s “running away” right now is her abandoning Yang. I’m not really sure that the show can give either of them longterm arcs without a reunion happening at some point in Volume 4, unlike say Ruby or Weiss.
Blake and Yang walked together through the streets of Vale. Yang’s heavy brown boots scuffed lazily against the sidewalk in a soft rhythm and their arms brushed at their sides. Butterflies flew in circles in their bellies; neither of them were quite brave enough to hold the other’s hand, but they didn’t want to walk any further away from each other.
“So where are we going?” Blake asked, a rosy blush dusting her cheeks as Yang turned to face her.
“Sorry, not gonna spoil it!” Yang replied, her feet skipping with excitement as they rounded a corner. She lifted a hand and pressed it into the small of Blake’s back, guiding her into a narrow alley and then through a dark wooden door. The scent of roasting coffee flooded Blake’s nose and she turned to Yang as the blonde followed her into the tiny store.
“A coffee date? This is very cliché.” She said, surprised at Yang’s choice.
“Well, look.” She turned Blake around by the shoulders and eyes widened to properly take in what was all around her. The room was filled with shelves stacked deep with old books; hardbacks, leather bound, and old dusty paperbacks. A few tables were dotted between the shelves and the small counter, where one barista worked pulling levers and cleaning hoses on a copper espresso machine. “So it’s a coffee shop, but it’s also a bookstore, and according to my sources it has the best selection of tea on the continent.”
Blake’s mouth dropped open and her eyes wandered around the room; she was enamoured. The place was beautiful, paintings were hung on the wall framed in swirls of brass and dark wood. The shelves sat thick and heavy around the room, smaller ones backed up against each other in between irregularly shaped tables, with each table surrounded by comfortable looking chairs mismatched in pattern and fabric.
“Oh my gosh.”
“So, good?” A flutter of nerves made themselves apparent in the back of Yang’s throat, but she did her best to hide them.
“Yang, I love it.” A content smile spread across Blake’s face and she turned to look at Yang. A matching beam cropped up across Yang’s lips and she huffed out a small breath of relief.
“Why don’t you find somewhere to sit down, and I’ll get us some drinks?” Yang asked and Blake nodded, turning back to look around the packed room. She walked towards the corner of the room, drawing her fingers along shelves as she moved, desperate to gather up as many books as she could possibly carry and take them home. Yang just smiled at Blake’s obvious longing and moved over to the counter to get their drinks.
When Yang walked back to the table with drinks in hand, Blake was nose-deep in a book that she’d picked up in passing. As the the cups clinked onto the table, amber eyes shot up and locked onto the sweetest smile she had ever seen. Blake snapped the book closed and put it down, blushing as she looked at the surface of the table.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, “it was interesting.”
“Hey, no need to say sorry. I’ll buy it for you if you like?” Yang picked up the book and her eye grazed over the title,
“You don’t have to do that, I can-”
“I want to, Blake.” Yang smiled sweetly and placed the book back onto the mahogany table before sitting down in one of the empty chairs. “I asked the barista what I should get you, she said this was good.”
Blake blinked as Yang pushed the teacup towards her, and she took it up in her hands, sniffing carefully before sipping at the contents. “This is delicious, what is it?”
“Salted caramel green tea.” Yang looked back over her shoulder and threw a thumbs up to the barista, who smiled and threw one back. Blake watched, confusion written on her features. “She said that if you liked it, you were a keeper. Impeccable taste and all.”
“Well maybe I should get her to take me out on a date instead?”
Yang’s face fell slightly and she took a sip of her coffee.
“Maybe, but I have a feeling that we were meant to bean, Blake.” She grinned and took another sip. “And I mean, I chose this place espresso-ly for you.”
Blake shook her head and smiled.
“You’re such a nerd.”
“Yeah, but you love me.” Yang winked and shot a finger-gun at her partner, chuckling into her latte.
“I…” Blake paused and looked straight into Yang’s eyes. “I definitely could.”
Now it was the blonde’s turn to blush, and she crept her free hand across the table to link her fingers with Blake’s.
Their cups drained, Yang looked between Blake and the book sat discarded on the table. She took the book in her hand and pushed her chair out a little. “I’d ask if you want another cup of tea, but I think it’d be a case of déjà brew, so I’m just gonna pay for this and then we can go?”
Blake laughed and in a split second decision she leaned forward over the table and pressed a soft kiss to Yang’s lips. Yang’s eyes fluttered closed and for the first time that afternoon her smile was subtle and gentle. Her eyelids peeled themselves open slowly as she realised Blake’s lips weren’t on hers any more, and she watched Blake’s bow twitch almost imperceptibly. “I definitely could, too.”
