Mboymanuel

Weiss Schnee as Wess $nee from this

chitaistalker your $nee man!

Weiss Cyborg of RWBY ROBO AU!!

Rapier feet gun things!!!

Cyborg Weiss for the RWBY-ROBO AU

Figured she’d have less modifications due to having to keep up social graces and what not as a rich prissy lady

Last costume request for Halloween! What do you guys think??

Happy Halloween everyone!!!

Weiss Schnee is such a pretty goyl!

RWBY Skullgirls crossover!

Via a suggestion from twitter

Background taken from RWBY production diaries, made by Hakuku and is a property of Roosterteeth

RWBY alternate outfits pt. 2

Weiss Schnee Movie Poster thingy magick!

xlthuathopec:

mboymanuel:

Here’s the stand alone version without fanfiction xD.
But please read the fanfic associated with the artwork here!
Fanfiction by http://xlthuathopec.tumblr.com/

Reblogging again because this is an amazing piece of art by an amazing person who was inspired by my writing hhhhhh ;-;

Reblogging AGAIN cause this kind and sweet reblogger is also an amazing writer.

Here’s the stand alone version without fanfiction xD.
But please read the fanfic associated with the artwork here!
Fanfiction by http://xlthuathopec.tumblr.com/

It was not a calm evening.

The storm had brewed for hours beforehand and now, at the climax of the night, was unleashing its full rage across the sky. The wind tore at the stone walls of the manor, their surface slick with the rain that had fallen from the heavens without ease since the darkness first began to fall. The booming cracks tore across the clouds, thunder deafening anything unlucky enough to be caught outside. Their immense roar merged with the ceaseless howling of the wind and the endless lashing of rain against glass to form a terrifying sound that reminded of monsters.

And the rain did lash. It pounded relentlessly against the immense panes that protected the inside from the storm, each drop slamming into the surface with as much force as the last. It was pitch black, the only light to be offered by the frightening flashes of lightning that tore through the air. 

But there was no-one around to fear it.

At least, no-one with the mind to be scared of something so trivial. The storm was not the only sound that could be heard from the empty hall, grand in scale. Arches of brilliant white marble flowed from pillars to the ceiling, lining each side of the brilliant crimson carpet that covered the center of the room. It ran from the ornate wooden doors all the way across the length of the room, stopping just short of a single chair. Before that stood an immense organ, furnished in a brilliant wood that wrapped around the numerous pipes shooting upwards.

The music was haunting. It filled the empty space inside the hall with its song and bounced across the walls, matching the ferocity of the raging storm in both volume and impact. And sitting on that chair was a young girl, no more than a teenager. Her brilliant white hair fell across her shoulder as she danced her hands across the keys with a fluidity that most would kill to have, each press sounding another long, shiver-inducing noise that melded into the next. She was Weiss Schnee, and all her life she had only wanted to be free.

She thought that she would have had that desire fulfilled on this day, but it was not to be. She felt so foolish, so stupid for thinking that her father would possibly grant her her own will to do as she pleased. No, she had put her trust into him, idolized him despite her constant doubts and once again, he had proved to her what kind of a man he really was. She would never be free while he drew breath, but she was in no position to alter her own life. No matter how much she wished him dead.

She bit back a frustrated growl, baring her teeth in a rage born of desperation at the instrument before her as she clamped her eyes tightly shut. All she could do was listen to the music she had perfected many years ago, and try to hold the swirling emotions inside of her for as long as she could. Another flash burst through the window and cast one side of her face into light, the crack of lightning ripping through her ears like a wild beast. She felt the rain inside her heart, the darkness inside her head.

And she felt the single tear escape her grasp and roll down her cheek, a finishing touch to the lonely shell she had become.

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Actual music is “The Organ of Davy Jones” by Hans Zimmer, and obviously I don’t own that. Let’s not be assholes.

So that’s what I listened to while writing this piece that spawned from this headcanon, and that’s what I think accompanies these words the best.

Weiss is not as spoilt as she first appears to be.

Fanfiction by xlthuathopec
Artwork by me