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sentences from the youtube series  ,  buzzfeed unsolved .  primarily taken from season 5′s supernatural investigations .

“ it doesn’t matter because you’re dead ”

“ it’s not impressive  ,  no one’s impressed ”

“ the spot of your death is now a lovely gift shop ”

“ as god as my witness  ,  he snapped him in half ”

“ i seriously want you to throw something right at my face ”

“ you can live in the cave ”

“ i’m a big fan of your name ”

“ the fact that you steal  ,  that’s really funny to me ”

“ that’s the greatest thing to steal  :  a man’s joy ”

“ because i’m a masochist ”

“ i’m going to regret this ”

“ i’ve lost the ability to feel ”

“ they’re gonna fucking murder you ”

“ the way you shushed me was quite rude ”

“ cowards  ,  all of you ”

“ i’m strange and off putting ”

“ i should not feel confident in the face of any man ”

“ here you are  ,  smiling in the face of the devil ”

“ i hate bats ”

“ bats sometimes carry rabies and that’s a thing i’m afraid of ”

“ not today devil birds  ,  not today ”

“ i think i’m blacking out right now ”

“ i don’t think i’m going to remember this moment ”

“ i think i’m gonna cry ”

“ i keep forgetting there’s ghosts in here ”

“ if you know me and my debilitating fear of bears  ,  this is my worst nightmare ”

“ i’m standing on an altar alone ”

“ maybe you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and eat your cat ”

“ i’m so glad that’s over let’s go eat taco bell ”

“ were you making horse noises ? ”

“ in case any of you needed a reminder this place is a twisting nightmare ”

“ there’s a good chance i’m gonna fart in here ”

“ well this is horrifying ”

“ let’s do each other a favor and not show ourselves to each other ”

“ if you could do me a big solid and not do anything that would be sublime ”

“ this is just as horrifying as i thought it would be ”

“ you talk to hide from the silence ”

“ do i look like the kind of man who could give advice ? ”

“ several bad choices have lead me to this moment ”

“ let’s play look at the ceiling tiles !  1 , 2 , 3 , 4 … ”

“ i just wanna know if you think they have belly buttons ”

“ i did meet some of the most insufferable people but they also met me ”

“ if it sounds like a duck and walks like a duck ”

#SPECIFY MUSE. #V. IC; Maymay (ASK MEMES)

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brokenclockwork‌:

Oh that was mature. 

One gloved hand came to rest on his hip, as Oscar rolled his eyes at the older teen’s comment. He really should have seen this coming. They were at school. However, he would have thought a future protector of humanity would have better things to do than be an insecure blow hard, given everything happening in the world. 

“Between the two of us, I’d say the one throwing a fit is the one acting more like a kid.” 

He had…not meant to say that. He was supposed to be the bigger person here. He definitely didn’t need to add, getting into a fight, as a stress to Professor Ironwood’s plate. But if he’d already committed…

“Besides, last I checked, we’re the ones that reserved the room, which means you’re the one that shouldn’t be here.” 

   “Oh,

         the KID has some bite to ‘em.”

   Scoffing, Hurley pushes off his knees to straighten stance, toned arms risen then to cross over chest in a tight hold. That lingering smirk doesn’t quite fade, but still do eyes keep their sharp stare; uncaring that, in the end, he was picking a fight with a young teen.

   “You best watch your mouth, Vale owes me for my damned foot and I’m not above taking my anger out on your ‘friends’. How that group of FAILURES made it all the way out here is beyond me.”

   One arm falls as finger juts, and if so allowed, index presses and flicks against the farmhand’s nose in a further childish display of mocking. 

#brokenclockwork #LCHN. VERSES; Regrowing Clipped Branches (V6-V7) #C. Hurley (IC)

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stormflowerhonor‌:

Ren looks up as he hears an unfamiliar voice, and sees someone he recognizes from-yes, his Grimm Studies class. A Fossa Faunus, if he remembers correctly; he isn’t the best at knowing what animals Faunus often are unless they’re obvious, but he tries all the same. “Hello.” He says politely, offering a gentle smile. The question catches him a little off guard, but he nods, starting to reach into his bag for the notes when he speaks again, and Ren’s brows furrow. But he smiles reassuringly at him.

“It’s no problem, really.” He says, offering him the notes. “I apologize, they might not be extremely cohesive-Professor Port lost me more than once during yesterday’s lecture.” He’s a good student, sure, but even he has his limits.

   “Oh--”

   Not expecting readily response hands are suddenly darting to the messenger back at his side, clumsy, thin fingers fiddling with the snapped button to release and allow the contents to be shifted through. Notebook is found with a pen stuck in the spine, and ever carefully is it placed onto the table beside the lotus, and with even further caution still Lesley slips onto the bench seat with admirable space left between he and Ren.

   “Th-thank you--”

   Gingerly fingers reach out to retrieve the handwriting notes, placing them down beside his own notebook. Pages flipped, pen grabbed, and diligently fossa begins copying down what the other had written. A moment of time to pass, and he comes to a sudden stop, eyes narrowed to the page and that quiet voice pipes,

   “Um--...sorry, I--I can’t--what’s this word?

                                                  Ber--...angle?”

#stormflowerhonor #C. Lesley (IC) #LCHN. VERSES; Power Struggle (V1-V3)

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unluckyscythe‌:

“Don’t call me ‘old man’ pipsqueak.” Qrow retorted. “I just got back from a mission, and I don’t have time for attitude.”

   “Oh, pipsqueak, huh?”

   Tongue clicks to teeth as features twist, eyes rolled and focused off away from the crow.

   “Yeah, doesn’t look like you got much time LEFT, huh, Grandpa?”

#unluckyscythe #C. Hurley (IC) #LCHN. VERSES; Regrowing Clipped Branches (V6-V7)

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brokenclockwork‌:

This could be a problem. 

The hostile tone was nearly enough to make him catch Nora JNR’s attention, but…they’d already started their first round of training. He had asked to watch a round before joining, and had promised to keep track of Jaune’s aura output but…he didn’t think he’d be getting to either. 

“First of all, I’ve never been to Vale.” 

It would have been a lie to say he wasn’t…nervous, but he’d faced a lot worse than an entitled jerk. The others wouldn’t just stand there and take being snapped at like that, and he wouldn’t just take the implication that they should go back to a city still under attack. 

“And we’re allowed to be here, so you’re either going to have to wait until we’re done, or find somewhere else to train.” 

   Hurley snorts; eyes near rolled into the back of his head as they rise, glowering toward the arena as dust sparks and weapons clash. Ever growing irritation is evident, brows knitting close and eyes narrowing, but before another spat leaves his lips attention returns to Oscar in a flurry.

   “--You shouldn’t even be here,”

   He begins, and with a crouch, hands rest to knees as he settles to Oscar’s height--which, wasn’t too much of a reach, but still did it seem the teen was aiming to taunt. Such movement halts with a faint creak of metals, but such doesn’t seem to sway the green-eyed boy as lips coil at the corners to a smirk.

   “What are you, twelve? Run on back to your parents, this is where the BIG KIDS train.”

#brokenclockwork #C. Hurley (IC) #LCHN. VERSES; Regrowing Clipped Branches (V6-V7)

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@becomestorm​

   Furred ears of felidae pivot, the known presence of the small village suddenly askew; a group of four upon the grounds not unwelcome, but a noticed change. Though, the shadow themselves in no way belonged to the village and its ways, merely seeking shelter in passing, but how unusual it would be that familiarity was on their tail. Nimbus held no lingering thought to approach, to make themselves known to the four--...at least, not when all were together.

   Instead, they wait, curious to their fellows wander, and when the very moment strikes that one accented by pink parts from their trio, cheshire in turn decides their movement. Steps light, but in no way sly; hands tucking into pockets of over-sized coat, and Nimbus trails close in Ren’s shadow, movement swayed from left to right as their stride becomes lazy.

   “...S’weird seeing others from Beacon out here.”

   Decision to be heard and exhaustion ridden tone slips, blackened ears giving another subtle twitch forward to accompany. 

#C. Nimbus (IC) #LCHN. VERSES; Withered With Direction Lost (V4-V5) #becomestorm #STARTERS. #;;Crams this in V4 cause yknow what #;;Nimbus was MIA then so they could have been anywhere

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unluckyscythe‌:

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“And just who might you be?” Qrow raised an eyebrow at the other.

   “--What’s it to you, old man?”

   Trainee huffs, the toe of a booted foot scuffed against the academy’s slick flooring. Either someone hadn’t gotten the memo of this new group of travelers being allied with the general, or, perhaps he was just too dense to care.

#C. Hurley (IC) #LCHN. VERSES; Regrowing Clipped Branches (V6-V7) #unluckyscythe #;;I'm sorry Qrow

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@stormflowerhonor​

   “Um--”

   Voice is struggled to be found, fossa unsure of how to properly approach his classmate; but with a breath deep and rattled, damnedest does he try.

   “Ex-excuse me, I think we have Grimm Studies together, and--and, I missed yesterdays class and was wondering if--if you had any notes I--I could copy--”

   Lesley’s eyes wander down to the flooring beneath feet, the large tail he adorned flicked once before tucking close against the back of his legs. Breathing was shallow, as if the Faunus had forgotten how to perform such a simple necessity, and before the lotus could even respond he pipes up again.

   “If--if not, th-that’s okay, though--!”

#C. Lesley (IC) #LCHN. VERSES; Power Struggle (V1-V3) #stormflowerhonor #STARTERS. #;;You get a weenie

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@imageleft​

   While lunch was certainly the most favored break of the day, it was often less-so thanks to the general chaos of the cafeteria; such bustle causing feline ears to flick before pinning back completely. Nimbus found it difficult to enjoy a midday meal while surrounded by swimming voices, and even more so as the sensation of eyes on their back began to signal alarms within their head. 

   A mere sigh slithers from tongue, and yet, the Faunus doesn’t even care to finish their current inhale of luke-warm noodles before turning their head to regard the lingering presence.

   “...Do you want some?”

#C. Nimbus (IC) #LCHN. VERSES; Power Struggle (V1-V3) #imageleft #STARTERS. #;;sleepy cat share food

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@metalpetals​

   Curiosity killed the cat--but fortunately, this time they were only left with a graze. 

   Head turns, pupils widening with dilation as they focus, and for once, feline can’t find themself able to sit still. The ring of bell signals for all to file from behind their desks and seek sanctuary for break, and while Nimbus would find themselves tucked away into the confines of their dorm if so chosen, a reddened shine had instead lured them forward. 

   Books clutched under arm, footfalls quickening, and the cheshire is unaware of their sudden rounding to the scythe-wielder’s side as they exit through the classroom’s threshold. A voice barely touching above the volume of surrounding chatter is released, and dual-toned eyes give little stare to the rose herself but instead, to the folded weapon so dear.

   “...How do  you wield something so much larger than yourself?”

#C. Nimbus (IC) #LCHN. VERSES; Power Struggle (V1-V3) #metalpetals #STARTERS. #;;Nimbus vc: ur like 2 feet tall how the fuck

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@feelnthing​

   “Hey, you!”

   Hurley barks, moving with purpose out of line toward the upperclassman, features sharp and teeth bared between grimacing lips. He had no proper reason to exude such a fiery aura, to even rightfully approach the older boy, and yet fingers coil to sides and forest eyes narrow when distance between two are diminished.

   “Spar with me, 

              and I’ll bet you twenty lien I’ll kick your ass to the ground.”

   Overconfidence shown, hostility spewed, and attention is unwavering as answer is awaited. 

#C. Hurley (IC) #LCHN. VERSES; Power Struggle (V1-V3) #STARTERS. #Feelnthing #;;I hope this was alright!! I'm sorry Hurley is prickly #;;And will throw down with a 3rd year for no reason

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@loreseeks​

   There were few things that were a positive to being appointed leader, but this? This was not one of them. The start of the upcoming tournament, teams from all around Remnant converging to compete, and the leads of each Beacon team were chosen to offer those new to the grounds a tour.

   Lesley would rather lock himself away for the next ten hundred years than scurry around campus with a stranger at his side, and yet, there is exactly where he’d found himself. 

   Palms slick with sweat are held tight at his front, and darkened cheeks flare with crimson that trails to the very tips of ears; fossa unable to find his words as it feels his tongue had dried in his mouth. Throat bobs with swallow and eyes are shut, Lesley quietly attempting to gather himself before meek voice pipes.

   “He--hello.

         I’m Lesley of--of team LCHN, and I’m supposed to--to show you around today--”

#C. Lesley (IC) #LCHN. VERSES; Power Struggle (V1-V3) #Loreseeks #STARTERS. #;;I wasn't sure if Ksenija #;;Went to the festival or not #;:So if this doesn't work lemme know and I'll do something else!

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cry, babyyyy

#C. CHARA; The 'L' Stand For Loser (LESLEY)

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@serpentinehunter​

   Click of heel to cobble and Coral finds himself distracted; trek slowing to a halt as a figure catches eye and encaptures hyena. Caramel eyes blink, but oh how it would be that the performing Faunus is not what interests him, but the serpent companion coiled about their shoulders. Hyena lingers, awaiting for crowd to disperse, and with all the wonder and confidence Remnant had to offer he approaches with starstruck eyes and a voice of adoration.

   “--Wow! That was so cool! 

                            And your snake is ADORABLE. Do they have a name?!”

   Rounded ears wiggle and lips bloom to a smile, unruly hands then clasped at his front to keep them from moving.

#C. Coral (IC) #LCHN. VERSES; Regrowing Clipped Branches (V6-V7) #serpentinehunter #starters. #;;I saw your about said he performs on the streets #;;So have this dumb hyena

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@brokenclockwork​

 “--What the HELL is your team doing here?”

   Tone seeps as venom is spat, Hurley pausing short at Oscar’s side just outside of the training corridor’s threshold; noting that it was no longer empty and a multitude of vaguely recognized students utilized Atlas’ technology. Irritation evident, and eyes flicker down to the farmhand, unkind in their stare as lips coil to grimace.

   “Piss back off to Vale, this place isn’t a handout to non-Atlas citizens.”

   Clearly, somebody was less than pleased to find their training grounds full, and poor Oscar was getting the brunt of that annoyance.

#C. Hurley (IC) #LCHN. VERSES; Regrowing Clipped Branches (V6-V7) #brokenclockwork #STARTERS. #;;I am...very sorry Oscar...for him.............

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@glaesheart​

   Chest hiccups with failed attempts at swallowing sorrows, fossa’s tail ducked low to touch against the ground and drag behind. Eyes are unaware, blurred with stinging tears, and even further hidden in the crook of an arm desperate to scrub it all away; such an action that would prove to be his downfall. Dragged feet are forced to freeze as the sudden sensation of a clash jolts, balance teetered, and weight near stumbled flat onto his backside if it wasn’t for the thick tail that kept him afloat.

   --Another form, one, that Lesley had blindly walked into, and one, that receives a watery stare and lips moving to spew apology.

   “I--I am so--so sorry--!”

   Voice piques, skinny fingers flailed about, and cheeks begin to further twinge with crimson as embarrassment mixes.

   “I wasn’t--wasn’t watching--I didn’t mean to--”

#C. Lesley (IC) #LCHN. VERSES; Power Struggle (V1-V3) #glaesheart #STARTERS. #;;I'm sorry you have to deal with this sad boy #;;he is trying his best!!! #;;the festival is STRESSFUL

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Bastille - Fake It (Acoustic)

#L. OTHER; World Around Silences (MUSIC L)