Yang was quiet. Blake was known to revel in the peace and quiet afforded to her in brief moments, but Yang being quiet made her nervous; it was a flashing neon sign over that thicket of blonde curls that clearly spelled out Something is Wrong with Yang Xiao Long. Blake tilted her head to look at Yang, perched on the windowsill with her knees tucked under her chin to compress her body into the most compact shape she could. She was small and she was quiet, and Blake was officially worried.
Summary: As the year draws to a close, peace has finally dawned. The time for unity has arrived. In the Vytal festival, it is time for heroes to rise, bringing glory to their kingdoms. But as autumn dies, the first winds of winter blow over Remnant, chilling the hearts of the people; breathing doubt into their souls. Long-buried secrets will triumph, and every action will have a consequence. Ruby must reconcile herself with her own fate. Weiss struggles to escape her legacy. Blake cannot erase memories. Yang’s search leads her into more peril than ever— but none of them can outrun fate. Shadows turn on shadows, and bonds shatter as they are tested to the limit. For in dividing them, they will fall and burn; at the eye of the storm, no peace lasts forever. In the end and beginning of time, there is a place where the sun never rises, and the dead delight to teach the living. A great danger is rising from the darkness. It’s time to take sides. The final warning is coming. The first chill of winter is the most deadly; it is the chill that kills more than any other. The first betrayal is the most damaging; it is the act that shatters bonds of love and trust, crushing even the strongest heart, tearing teams apart.
Here’s a good picture of my Blake cosplay (Everything was made by me except for the shorts, I simply didn’t have the time before the con- The boots were altered, tights dyed, and the Gambol Shroud is handcrafted from wood!)
B and Y for the headcanon game ;D (boy aren't i original)
Heyyyy thanks for playing with me!
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s.)
Yang’s favourite body part of her own is her arms, they’re cut and she puts a lot of effort into them. Her favourite body part of Blake’s is her legs, thighs specifically. Blake wears a lot of pants and stockings, and getting to see her thighs makes Yang weak at the knees.
Blake’s favourite body part of her own is her ass. She knows that she has a fantastic curve going on, and picks her shorts depending on how flattering they are. Her favourite body part of Yang’s is her hands. They’re strong and yet so gentle. They keep her safe, and make her feel incredible, soft touches and hard punches. The contrast is poetic and Blake loves her literature.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
After the initial hesitation of getting together, the pair of them were crazy about touching each other and getting as close as possible, as often as possible. After a while, they both relaxed and though Blake is the one that instigates more often, Yang is almost always up for the ride.
Blake looks down at the lifeless body by her feet. Blood
stains the ground, her sword, and hands. A sickening knot twists inside her
stomach. Blake swallows, trying to loosen it. No matter how many times she is
force to do this, forced to take a life, the feeling appears. Even when she
acts in self-defense or is blinded by rage, after her adrenaline wears off, the
knot forms, tightening more and more with every breath Blake takes away.
Besides the man she murdered, there is another body. Adam
took their life. He is unfazed by it. Blake sometimes wonders if he takes
pleasure in this dark act. She prays he doesn’t and that he only has become
utterly numb to the experience. So many other White Fang members take joy in killing.
Sometimes it makes Black sicker then killing someone, knowing that so many of
her friends, if she wants to call them that, those that she grew up with, would
be delighted to take away someone’s life.
As Adam walks walk, Blake clutches her weapon tight in her
hand. She cannot keep this up. She cannot keep stooping to this level of
atrocities. She wants peace and equality as much as the next faunus but not if
it means she has to spill and stain her hands and soul with the blood of innocents.
The only thing stopping her from leaving is those who defy the White Fang are
hunted down and murder. Blake has witness executions of those that left. The
White Fang rules by having an iron fist of fear wrapped around its followers.
It is a tough choice. Live a life where she will slowly be destroyed
by the darkness gripping her once beloved group or leave to find some sort of
light but fear what is around the corner. Whatever it is, Blake has a feeling
she must come up with a choice soon. Adam and others have taken notice she is
reluctant to take apart in missions and actions. That can be seen a treason and
has a harsh punishment. Her saving grace from that is she is so high up in the
ranks and Adam must be keeping others from carrying out. Sooner or later,
however, that safety will fade. Blake needs to think of something soon.