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Sooo

I’m here?

Hit me up if you want to plan an RP. 

#rwby rp

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This blog is officially on Haitus

If that wasn't obvious already lol

Tumblr isn't appealing to me anymore and all the people I really want to write with are already on other platforms

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Blog isn’t dead!

Mun is just... very busy

If you have my skype, feel free to hit me up there, i guess

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On vacation!

Forgot to mention that :y Will be back in a week!

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@cenizaella

:^)

#of course

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JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE’S OPINIONS IS DIFFERENT THAN YOUR OWN, DOES NOT MEAN THAT THEY ARE WRONG

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The transforming Cinderella (disney) dress I made a while ago is getting some attention again- and it reminded me that around the same time I started a transforming Cinder (RWBY) costume- I found the boot covers, vest, and dress that I had already rigged for a walking quick change- maybe it’s time to pick up this project again?

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five times kissed - Platonic father daughter Oz-Cinder pls B)

Send ‘five times kissed’ for a drabble about five times our muses kissed.  &&. Selectively Accepting           ── for @horologiumopus​

                  ONE. He looks at you like he understands you. He doesn’t, you think; he doesn’t, but the way his brow furrows, the corner of his mouth creasing in that subtle way that just barely suggests a frown, it all culminates into this poignant sense of vulnerability that has you bristling. You won’t fight him, you say; not now, when the timing wasn’t in your favour. Instead of responding, he asks for your name.

      ❛ Cinder Fall, ❜ you say. And then- ❛ You may as well remember it. This won’t be the last time we meet. ❜

      He is close enough that he can reach out to take your hand; there’s a certain sense of grief in the solemn kiss that he presses to your knuckles. 

      ❛ I will, ❜ he promises.

                  TWO. ❛ She’s told me an awful lot about you. ❜

       You keep meeting in the strangest of ways, chance encounters that have you near always on the offensive. He never seems particularly surprised to see you.

      ❛ Has she ? ❜ He hums. His gaze is guarded, narrowed, but ( infuriatingly enough ) no less kind. ❛ Good things, I hope. ❜

      You smile, but it is wry and embittered. ❛ You sound like a fool to me, Ozpin. ❜ A  beat, and then- ❛ You could have joined her. You could have joined me. You could stand for so much more than false hope. ❜

      And there it is- that look he gives you, again. He looks at you like he knows you and nothing in the world succeeds in making your stomach churn like he does, agonizingly unpleasant.

      ❛ You’re wrong, ❜ he says, and presses a kiss into your hair. He leaves, and you force yourself to focus on autumn’s hunger that carves a hole in your chest, and you refuse to watch him go.

                  THREE. ❛ It doesn’t need to be this way, ❜ he says. He is slowly beginning to realize the breadth of your planning, the extent of your power- merely petty crimes on the surface, but he was always quick to piece things together. ❛ It doesn’t- ❜

      ❛ It does, ❜ you hiss. You hate him. You hate him, you hate him, you hate him- you can barely tell when it is that your hands started trembling. ❛ It will be this way because it is what I have chosen for myself since conception. Every- every breath, every moment of my life has culminated into this- ❜ Gods, your voice catches. You are a tempest of fury, sickeningly rife with hatred; but something else, too. Your chest heaves and flames dance ‘round your fingertips and Ozpin, he takes your face in his hands and stabilizes you. Thumbs smooth over your brow, and he lays two gentle kisses to each of your eyelids. You hardly noticed you’d screwed them shut.

      ❛ Enough, ❜ he murmurs.

      ❛ I’ll kill you, ❜ you whisper in return, reverent like a promise. You tear his touch away and stumble back, feeling a burn well behind your eyes that has little to do with the hunger that lives inside your bones. Let him hate you. Let him curse your name and damn the very ground you walk on. Let him do anything but this. ❛ Some day, you’ll leave me no choice. ❜

                  FOUR. The look on his face almost makes you think that he might not forgive you for this; but part of you knows he will. He always did, sickening old fool that he was. Penny Polendina’s death was merely a stepping stone to even greater machinations, a necessary sacrifice that, to you, ultimately meant very little. But the loss in his eyes isn’t imagined.

      ❛ I am not afraid to stop you, Cinder. ❜ His voice is firm, like a vow. You know he means it, even if he made no move to strike- for you, he had always hoped.

      ❛ The end is already in motion, Ozpin. ❜ You smile, and lay a gentle kiss to his cheek in a mockery of his own kindness. ❛ I’d like to see you try. ❜

                  FIVE.  I’ll kill you. Someday you’ll leave me no choice.

      You are autumn incarnate, a vessel for a power so beyond your comprehension that you glow with it; you are a goddess. You finally hold the power that you had so ravenously hungered for. You are infallible. 

      It seems only appropriate that his blood would be the first you spill as the Fall Maiden.

      The silence between you is deafening, save for the sickly splattering of rich scarlet that pours over cold obsidian, staining your delicate hands black-red as it pours from where you’ve lodged the blade neatly between his ribs. His eyes are wide and they have never looked sharper than they do in this moment, gaze never faltering from where it’s locked with yours despite the fact that you are, at this very moment, making good on your promise.

      Both his hands are clutched ‘round the blades handle, over yours, and one slowly ventures upwards ( trembling; it is the first sign of weakness you have ever seen of him ) to cup your cheek with utmost care. His palms are stained scarlet, and you feel it smear against your skin, feel the blood that pools behind his lips mark your forehead like a blessing when he leans forward to press a kiss there. 

      You allow yourself to feel nothing. You stand there, smeared in the blood of the only person that had the audacity to hope for you, and willfully, eagerly, embrace indifference; you just barely catch the breath of his last words as you retract your blade and watch the blood mark what little of you had yet to be sullied.

      ❛ I forgive you. ❜

#goodness

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                                                                         you know who we are.       we’re still the same   teachers  & headmasters you met when you arrived at Beacon.                                                                                                ( art cred, promo cred. 

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☑  ignore canon sad times and draw happy gay shit

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I love Vampire/Werewolf girlfriends uwu

A related/previous pic here :’3

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when someone says something about your fav but it’s kinda true

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okay but imagine velvet climbing a ladder or bookcase or getting a lift from coco to give yatsuhashi lil rabbit kisses

#holy shit #adorable

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First attempt at kitty robo-legs, Mercury being a smug lil shit showing off his fancy feets

More Emerald blep, I like to think her key item is a wallet

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At her question, his smirk returned, and while his poster remained slightly slouched, he offered a derisive shrug. Of course she thought she was in charge, the truth, however, was much different. Cinder owned all of them, and that probably pissed Neo off more than anyone else.

But he couldn’t dwell too much on that thought, as right when he seemed most relaxed, she lashed out.

He could only offer a sharp inhale, body flinching as her dagger went through the chair, the glinting blade an inch or so from where he’d least like it to be.

Mercury wanted to cry out in protest, but her small fingers seized his cheeks, and he could only look at her, eyes wide, as she delivered a threat. Scared, anxious, and unbelievably turned on, he slowly raised his hands, letting them rest in the foot or so that separated their faces. With slow twists and gestures, he managed to get his message across, even with her gloved hands in the way. “Yes, ma’am.”

(♥♥,) [rollin' :D]

1. A dirty secretNeo upended her playing cardseverywhere, wearing a lemon-sour expression. He cheated. He had tohave. She counted his cards, counted her own, did the math: Heshouldn’t have that hand- and all for a dirty secret? Flexing hercrossed legs her chin collapsed into her open palm with a huff,knowing she couldn’t prove it but the girl was willing to place moneyon where Mercury had learned that little slight of hand. Eyebrowtwitching in distaste the girl relented with an exaggerated, silentsigh and her arms gestured out wide followed by a few smaller handmovements:’I have many. Be specific’

#here we go

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I can still hear that shitty lady gaga song in my head from last night

save me 

help

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And this is why I'm an internet geek. I have never once watched the Oscars.

Good

#Anonymous