Babey Overlords Concept Art For Penny Polendina And Whitley Schnee

Babey Overlords Concept Art for Penny Polendina and Whitley Schnee

Whitley switched places with Winter so now he’s the youngest specialist in Atlesian history at the tender age of sixteen. Penny however is in the same place as she is in canon, except she’s emotionless and does not compute feelings ... until later. 

Let’s just say the relationship between Whitley and Penny are like this ...

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How will Qrow's reaction be too meeting ruby in babey overlords au?

His niece had changed considerably since he last her. Well, that was to be expected since the last time he saw her, she was still a child. And now his niece stood before, in his tent at the bandit camp, comfortably on a pillow, smilling happily as she munched on sorry excuses of ‘snacks’. She looked like a princess; dressed in a fine, frills underneath her skirt and lining her chest, lacy gloves and a bright red cloak resting, folded by her side. She even had retainers flanking her side, sitting behind her.

Ruby ... looked like her mother. The same pale skin, the same upturned nose, the same heart-shaped chin, the same black to red hair gradient.

It was almost like looking at a ghost. 

Almost.

Because the rose sitting in her right eye destroyed any illusion of looking at Summer. It served as a reminder to Qrow that this was no little child who clung to her mother’s hood. This was now a dangerous girl, who consorted with dark magic, who had grimm as allies, and wanted nothing more than everybody to bow down to her and her prince. 

Ruby chimed happily and turned to the athletic girl behind her who had long red hair tied up in a ponytail. “Want some?”

Ruby then turned to the other retainer, a meek blonde boy who shook his head before he said anything. Ruby faced away from the both of them, pouting. 

Qrow would ask why was she here. But he already knew the answer. She wanted the Relic of Knowledge. And, with a sideways glance to Vernal, sitting by his side, the Spring Maiden ...

“I didn’t know you had a daughter, Uncle Qrow,” Ruby said, looking straight at Vernal unblinkingly. “She’s very beautiful.”

“She’s not my daughter,” Qrow replied, gruffness seeping into his tone, but he didn’t care for it. “Vernal’s my second-in-command.”

“A bandit princess!” Ruby chimed, before her remaining eyelid hooded over her silver eye, “and the Spring Maiden.”

“What about it, pipsqueak?”

“Weellllll, I was planning to kill her and obtain the power of the Spring Maiden--” 

Qrow’s hand went instinctively to Harbinger, sheathed at his back. There was a threatening flutter of a breeze in the tent, making the wind chimes sound rapidly and books fall off their cases. If Qrow were to look, no doubt Vernal’s eyes would have that flare of mint and cherry blossom-coloured flames. 

 Ruby held a pacifying hand, “buuuutttt plans change. Vernal’s family now. I’m not heartless, you know.”

The three men dead outside Qrow’s camp begged to differ with that point. 

“So,” Ruby said, folding her hands in her lap and smiling even brighter, “I suggest a partnership. After all ... You want Auntie Raven dead, don’t you?”

Can we get the meeting of rosegarden in baby overlords au?

Unfortunately, I am busy with irl and art stuff atm. Also, I draw for others only on commission. Fortunately, for me, I have the ability to write. 

T/W: Character death, a very dark scenario for a child to be in, implied crippling depression

Ruby stared out at the cliff, seeing the ocean waves beyond lap out peacefully on the sandy shores. The golden light washing over her and the dream-like clouds were a sharp contrast to the last time Ruby was here, dark and overcast, promising nothing good. And it delivered. 

Ruby’s very mother died on this spot, trying to stop an evil all on her own. No back-up, no blessings from comrades, nothing to help but her weapon and her God-given eyes. All to protect humanity. It was … It was a good goal. One Ruby aspired to, like the heroes in her books. But … was it worth the way Summer died? Painfully and by herself? Well, almost.

Ruby had been there. 

Ruby held her hand as she died. Ruby just wanted to be with mommy and she watched mommy faced off against the Dark Man. Ruby shuddered to think of the Dark Man. A dark silhouette with spidery black veins sticking out against bone white skin. He made Ruby think of the night terrors that hid in the shadows, the terror that would actually creep out and eat you whole. 

The dark clouds, the red of her mother’s blood spilling on the ground and the Dark Man towering over her was all Ruby could remember. She was still a child, ten years old now, but more of a child then. Only five, Yang had said. 

And if Summer dying was like a bullet to the heart, then what happened afterwards was like slow poison. Her bright father losing his light, the constant check-ups from Raven growing longer and longer in between, and then … Then it was just Yang and Ruby all alone in Patch. Ruby loved her father, but his sadness just robbed him of any will he had. And Yang and Ruby had to carry on, having to survive in that house surrounded by trees and grimm, all by themselves, with nobody to help them. 

Nobody should have to be alone like Ruby and Yang were. Nobody should be struck with sorrow like her father. And nobody should die like her mother did. 

Pain and suffering were nothing but unsightly stains in this beautiful world. It deserved better than that.

Steps. Ruby turned around quickly, ready to run. The woods were no place for little girls, Ruby knew that well from wandering off the path for travellers. But this wasn’t the season for grimm to be roaming around. So what–

What?

A boy.

The boy stood timid and unsure, nervously darting his hands. Alarm bells went off in Ruby’s head. Something wasn’t right with this boy. But he looked so scared … Ignoring her instinctual apprehension, Ruby slowly approached the boy. 

Features became more apparent as Ruby neared. Her initial alarm turned to discomfort as she saw more and more of the boy. Under his aged and worn shirt, bandages covered his hands and neck, even one eye. The dark colour of his hair almost seemed to be fading away,leaving it unevenly black and white. The boy’s uneasiness grew with each step Ruby took, rubbing his bandaged hands togetherly and mumbling under his breath.  

“A-Are you …” Ruby stammered. “Are you okay? Are you lost?”

The boy murmured something, too low for Ruby to hear. 

“W-What? Sorry, I didn’t catch that. Could you–”

“I said have you seen a cane?!” The boy snapped. Ruby flinched, not expecting such a loud tone to come from someone so small. The boy cringed. “I–I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’msorryi’msorryi’msorry. He’s gonna be mad if I don’t find it. I–” A tear bubbled up in the boy’s one eye, but instead of it being clear and translucent, it was inky and black. Ruby took a careful step back. 

The boy shook violently and he rubbed his face harshly with his hands. “I’m trying! Stop yelling at me!”

“I’m not yelling at you,” Ruby said softly. She didn’t know what to do. She looked around nervously, vaguely hoping Yang was here. The boy scared Ruby. He made her feel so small and uncertain despite being worse off than Ruby was. The boy was crying now, little sobs and hiccups spilling out of him. 

When someone is upset,  Ruby’s mother had said. You should try and help them. It means more than you think.

Ruby fumbled around, getting her work rag out from where she stuffed it into the hem of her shorts and held it hesitantly out towards the boy. “H-Here.”

The boy dragged his hands from his eyes and stared at the rag uncertainty. “T-Thank you.” The boy accepted it, bringing it to his face in slow movements. Ruby tried to ignore the black splotches staining the cloth when the boy was done. 

“I-If you want,” Ruby tried to sound comforting, “I can help you find your cane. I know the woods.”

“You’d do that?” The small hope in his voice broke Ruby’s tiny heart. 

Ruby nodded, shyly. 

And then …

And then the boy smiled, cracked lips timidly spreading out. Ruby’s heart soared, being able to fade away at least some of the darkness plaguing the boy. She’d do more. She’d made the boy happy. The happiest boy in the world if she could. And she could start by helping him find his cane. 

How would Ruby and Oscar's wedding look like in babey overlords au?

Sorry about the wait! I was busy with art and irl stuff but I am here now, faithful anon!

Ruby and Oscar’s wedding would be very them. But, to be honest, probably has a scrapbook full of wedding ideas for the two, right down to the doilies. But Ruby and Oscar have enough control to pick out what they want. In the lead-up to the wedding, the two are just so full and it’s hard to separate the two. The two would be young though, getting married, just barely adults but they’ve made the promise to be together forever so why the hell not. 

The thing they’d have the most trouble with would be where to have the wedding, whether if it’s at the castle or in Patch or in the ruins of Beacon to taunt Salem or on Oscar’s old farm. In the end, they choose to have the wedding where they first met, looking over the cliff, celebrating both life and death with it being the place where Summer died but the place of their marital vows. 

They’d have an altar with a canopy made out stick, bone and pine trees. It’d be a small gathering, with the few conscious allies there (e.g. Pyrrha, Jaune, Yang) and family. Pictures of Summer and Oscar’s parent would be placed on chairs on the front row. The day isn’t perfect, with dark clouds cast overhead setting the occasion in a slightly sinister light, but Ruby and Oscar couldn’t care less. Candle light would line the walk up to the altar and the wedding dinner table. 

Ruby would wear a dress of red and white, being her bouquet are blue flowers, while Oscar dons his usual black and green. 

The thing is ... Taiyang doesn’t walk Ruby down the aisle. He’ll sit in the pew, but the man is so tired he doesn’t have it in him to even walk his little girl down the aisle. It make Yang incredibly frustrated with her ‘weak’ father. Yang takes his place, and in her mind, she deserves to because in reality she’s the one who’s been more of a parent rather than some husk. Oscar tears up at the sight of Ruby walking down the aisle, because has there been a woman more beautiful???

Oscar’s vows are long. The boy f r e a k e d  o u t writing them, not knowing what to say so he said everything. E v e r y t h i n g. Everybody, except Ruby, wanted it to end at the ten minute mark. Ruby was moved to tears and had to have a minute to compose herself. Ruby’s vows are short and sweet, meaning every word, which is a relief for the guests because they couldn’t sit through another 30 minute long speech again. 

But I can’t get the idea that somebody tries to betray Ruby and Oscar during this occasion, either Pyrrha and Jaune or Weiss or somebody in their group of allies, and blood spills on the altar, a body laying dead at their feet, before they move on, grinning brightly. 

The wedding reception is an intimate experience with Ruby and Oscar slow-dancing to the same Mistrali song his parents danced to at their wedding, on a patch of grass in the early night, their figures illuminated by the glowing candlelight. 

Yang is bawling through her Best Woman speech, in absolute tears, and threatens Oscar with bodily harm if he ever hurts Ruby. Meanwhile, Sun’s speech is bright and well-meaning, wishing nothing but the best for the two. 

The two would have their honeymoon in the ruins of Vale, walking amongst the affected and doing whatever they want. It didn’t matter if the streets sounded a little quiet or their subjects were nothing more than mindless puppets. 

It’s their happily ever ever.