rose ships them

The interaction between Weiss and Ruby in the volume 3 finale is some of the best stuff in the entire series in my opinion. They have such a trust and quiet understanding with one another. The way they reach out for each other. 

The way Weiss stands in front of Yang, trying to shield Ruby from seeing her sister in such a way for as long as she possibly can

To Weiss’ immediate insistence on following Ruby into an unknown fight because she refuses to let Ruby go into it alone. 

To their final moment where Weiss, a girl who once told Ruby she didn’t belong anywhere near Beacon, told that same girl “you can do this” with such confidence and support. 

It’s only my opinion, but I think they have the best partnership in the show. They’ve come so far and reached a point where they bring out the absolute best in one another and if THIS is what they will be like when they reunite and as they go forward - I can’t wait to watch. 


“On a night like this, a man might believe anything’s possible.”

  • Yann: I have an idea. It's very uncool.
  • Yann: It's not illegal, technically, but it's still a dick move.
  • Rose: I love it.

Why are my favourite characters always the Cute Awkward Dorks™ who have probably never done anything purposefully wrong in their lives and the Attractive Cocky Assholes™ who have a tragically horrific backstory that I always end up falling for why cant I just like the neutrally great character for once why do I do this to myself

Cold Winter Morning

for @phantom0writer – ask and ye shall receive some Rosebird (I think this is their ship name idk)

Raven awoke with a start to something soft and heavy landing on top of her with a dull thud. “What the hell?” She groggily tried to shove the weight off of herself with one hand, the other fumbling for the lamp beside her bed.

The lump let out an irritatingly familiar giggle. “Good morning!”

“Summer, what time is it?” Summer rolled over so that Raven could sit up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Too damn early, that’s what time it is. “You are dead, you hear me? I am going to tear you limb for limb,” a yawn forced its way out of Raven and suddenly the idea of getting out of bed and going to the effort of kicking Summer’s ass was far too exhausting. “But first I’m going back to sleep.”

Summer gave a mock pout, batting her eyelashes pathetically. “I’m cold. The heater stopped working again.”

I was comfortable until you attacked me.” Raven glared at Summer as she lay back down and buried her head under a pillow.

“I wasn’t attacking you. I was coming to cuddle.” As if to prove her point she wrapped her arms around Raven’s neck and nuzzled into her hair.

Had she been anyone else, tribe or not, Raven would have broken every bone in her body for even thinking about touching her like this. But this was Summer. Summer was different. “Go bother Qrow or something,” she mumbled, making a final half-hearted attempt to kick Summer out of her bed.

“But I like bothering you.” Summer wormed her way under Raven’s blankets. Raven yelped as Summer’s freezing cold feet pressed into her bare legs. “See? Told you I was cold.”

Raven groaned, but rolled over and pulled Summer closer to her. “You’re lucky I don’t just drag you outside and leave you to freeze to death in the snow.”

Summer just chuckled at the threat. “You wouldn’t hurt me. You love me too much.”

Raven opened her mouth to deny it, but the words wouldn’t come out. At last she just scowled and looked away. “Just shut up and go back to sleep.”

Summer obeyed just long enough for Raven to start to doze, when suddenly Summer’s voice snapped her back to consciousness.

“So how about that dance next week?”

Raven aimed a kick at Summer’s legs under the covers. “I told you to be quiet. I’m trying to sleep.”

But if Summer was anything, she was persistent. “Answer the question.”

What question?”

“Are you going to the dance?”

Raven had barely even thought about the stupid Winter Formal. She didn’t even know what one did at a dance besides well… dancing, which she couldn’t do. The whole thing seemed frivolous and confusing. “I don’t do dances.”

Summer shifted around so that she and Raven were face to face. Her silver eyes glowed in the early morning light. That stupid, irresistible puppy dog look was plastered across her face. “Do this dance with me?”

Raven should have said no. It was simple. She was not the kind of girl that went to dances. She didn’t even own a dress. But… this was Summer, and Summer was entirely too special to be turned down. “I… I’ll think about it,” she said after a long pause. Summer’s face lit up with excitement, and Raven buried the urge to return the smile underneath a tired frown. “But only on the condition that you let me sleep in until a reasonable hour where normal people are awake.”

Summer sighed and began to disentangle herself from the blankets. Without thinking, Raven grabbed her waist and pulled her back in. “I didn’t say to leave,” she murmured sleepily.

It didn’t take much convincing to get Summer to stay until morning.

  • Yann: I will now drink eight glasses of milk in three minutes.
  • Rose: No, no, you won't, because if you do that, you will die.