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tribe au for any character: exists vernal: welcome to summer camp !  raven will be your camp tormentor mentor and i’ll be your camp punisher counselor !

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ill be around here later bc im actually feelin good but for now imma be workin on neos blog

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anyway bc of a lil comic blu just showed me ive decided that rae links her portals to ppl via blood consumption have a nice day

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HI , IT’S ME : WREN ! you enjoy cute girls ? demons ? ( yeah you do ! ) how ‘bout a cute girl who’s the host for the demonic embodiment of lust ? a girl who’s just as deadly as she is pretty ?? then BOY look no more ! this is me comin’ at ya’ll with AOMORI AOI : fandomless demon oc, resident gremlin &. heart eater extraordinaire. give this a like or reblog if you’d be interested in interacting !!  ♡ ( warning : blog does include heavy themes of blood / gore / horror so PLEASE follow at your own risk. )

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im really glad im making that multi now bc my stupid impulsive ass is making yet another rwby oc so

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delivering some happy gay moms !!!

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blus killing me with that good rosebird content tonight and i just wanna take this moment to appreciate these two tragic gays

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cut her open &. you’d find a graveyard of memories in her mind. she’s a living tomb ; she’s a mausoleum of unspoken hellos &. goodbyes said too soon. there is poison in her veins ; wings on her back that act more like chains. she wasn’t born with them ; she’s learned how to cope , how to hide , how to use these gifts that were meant to condemn. ( PERSONALS DO NOT REBLOG / INTERACT ! )

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numerosis:

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          IT’S DIFFICULT FOR ROSE TO DRAG HERSELF   into what she knows is raven’s front door, easily sneaking past whatever drunken guards are posted at the tribe’s outskirts.  it’s exactly as qrow described it so long ago to her, fog settled around the tents, outlaws everywhere, people of all sorts, and then … and then there’s raven.  why is she the first person summer chooses to come out of the dark to ?  maybe it has something to do with how the bird once trusted her with the knowledge of her departure, despite the night ending in summer’s tears scattered across the floor, shaking on her knees in front of raging branwen.  maybe it’s the feelings that never quite exited her system, a lovesickness that no cure would be found for.  

          the biggest tent appears to be leader’s, naturally, and despite full intent to walk in with grand entrance, summer catches a glimpse of blackbird’s stare piercing her like an arrow from the safety of treebranches’ height.  the cloak makes it obvious enough; she’s been spotted.  the element of surprise is stripped from her, but raven’s always been observant to say the least.  

         “ what? ”  rose asks, icy gaze zipping to the creature, raising an eyebrow.  her voice is soft as it was in days spent in beacon’s hallways ( unthreatening, unwanting to hurt her former teammate ).  from a distance, maybe it looks like a smirk — but she’s smiling ( sadly nonetheless ), nothing but overwhelming relief flooding her veins upon seeing her friend.  especially after their last meeting.  “ never seen a ghost before? ”

it is common for visitors to wander their way towards the infamous &. feared bandit tribe , however it is UNCOMMON for them to arrive within the gates alive &. not bleeding out like a mere wild animal. ( but one cannot kill the dead , can they ? ) she’s been watching for sometime now , through the view of a dreaded blackbird whose presence is , momentarily , hidden among the leaves &. whose wings make those very same leaves wither &. fall from their respective branches. raven branwen would be a liar ( even more so ) if she were to voice that she is not surprised of the living dead girl’s existence ; the dead cannot be brought back after all , so all she has to wonder is WHY ? why her ? why summer rose ? why now ? ( why coming back to her ? ) not a single caw nor peep whilst wilted rose weaves her way through thick fog & foliage &. eventually ( despite how much she wishes to ) through the large , heavy doors leading to camp. ( those supposed to be keeping watch disappoint her greatly , but she’ll save their scolding for another day. ) she wishes to catch summer sadness by surprise , though when those damned eyes of molten silvers rest ‘pon tattered feathers of obsidian’s kiss , she knows she cannot hide under avian guise any longer. blood chilling is the ‘ CAW ! ‘ that bellows from throat prior to her descent &. soon shall her form rise from a crouch &. loom over former partner.  ❛    did you crawl from your grave JUST to see me ? or is it to HAUNT me , summer ?    ❜ there’s a lump in her throat , guilt spawning vile &. raven curses &. shoves it back to belly’s depths without a hint of hesitation. she can’t stand being looked at with such sad eyes.  ❛    ghosts don’t exist , you foolish little thing.    ❜

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❛    if you’re expecting some apology or explanation , you shouldn’t waste your breath , tai.    ❜ she speaks in vile , blackened tongue ; the spring - time sweetness from moons ago as rotted away &. in its place a single , weathered husk of compassion that once was. ( but no one stays the same , do they ? ) molten ruby gaze , once directed to the garden sunshine incarnate as so carefully crafted , flits from thriving petals &. back to saddened blues something dagger - esque , yet solemn herself at the same time..   ❛    that daughter of yours .. we had a talk. she has quite a mouth on her , doesn’t she ?    ❜   LIKE MOTHER LIKE DAUGHTER.  /  @dadjckes / sc.

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deceivor:

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          WATER SCALDS TAN FLESH BRIEFLY, SMALL WINCE   forcing itself into decoy’s visage.  stepping into it is far more difficult than she initially imagined ( she should’ve been able to hop in no problem, right ? ), yet even once her figure is enveloped in steaming liquid, the wounds gouged into her stomach cause a sudden lightheadedness upon contact.  “ raven — ”  voice pleads like a wounded animal ( and she is ), eyes squeezed shut like blinds cutting out the light of day.  eventually, this will be relaxing, rejuvenating for recovering body — but for now, vernal needs help settling in ( still fresh gashes and scorched water don’t mix, even with heavy bandaging ! ) if she’s going to get that far.

truthfully , she doesn’t expect faux spring’s recover to blossom to life once more over night , but if she can somehow ease the inevitable pain tagging along , then raven will do whatever it takes. there’s only so much a mixture of herbs &. medicinal remedies can do , so instead branwen she places vernal’s entirety into the warm , welcoming embrace of hot spring waters. delicate is the touch guiding the battered &. torn through , raven herself muffling a hushed grunt &. gritting teeth at the initial heat enveloping scarred frame.  ❛    ive got you ; just relax. it’ll hurt at first , but it gets easier.    ❜  tonality oddly gentle for someone so cold as she &. she’s quick ( &. careful ) to pull vernal at her side.

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hi this is me, finally dropping a starter call

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ur ,,, crushing me ,,

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‘MEDICI; MASTERS OF FLORENCE’ SENTENCE STARTERS!! [ part three ]

episode five: temptation.

❝ They have banished me. ❞ ❝ You should leave the city, it is not safe here. ❞      ❝ There’s a ball tomorrow night, you must come. ❞ ❝ No one will speak to me! Surely you understand my position. ❞ ❝ We cannot buy our way to freedom. ❞ ❝ I hate to think of you alone here. ❞ ❝ He misses out on your beauty. ❞ ❝ While we dine in luxury the common man is suffering. ❞ ❝ I almost won you over though, didn’t I? ❞ ❝ I’m married. Get dressed and leave. ❞ ❝ What will they do if I return you to the palace? Will they beat you? ❞ ❝ It’s a trick. Magic. ❞ ❝ What would you do if you were in my position ❞ ❝ Perhaps I hate what has become of you but I could never hate you. ❞ ❝ I realized I never stopped loving you. ❞ ❝ I’ve never known a man to resist your charms. ❞ ❝ It would be a shame to have to ruin your beauty. ❞ ❝ I thought I’d die, I lost a shoe! ❞ ❝ I am your humble servant. ❞ ❝ I hope you have prayed for your sins, ❞ ❝ I was a gift! He is my master now. ❞ ❝ How did you know that I wouldn’t betray you? ❞ ❝ You can be anything you want, you can lose yourself to pleasure. ❞ ❝ Come with me, I know I can make you happy. ❞ ❝ There are greater causes than our happiness. ❞

episode six: ascendancy.

❝ There were hundreds of them all chanting our names! ❞ ❝ You lied to me. ❞ ❝ How is it that my whole family has returned yet I feel more alone than ever? ❞ ❝ You must find a wife of noble blood soon. ❞ ❝ Surprises seem to be your forte at the moment. ❞ ❝ Do you intend to hold your piece forever? ❞ ❝ You thought you were a martyr but you were nothing but a child with a paper sword. ❞ ❝ Had I the choice again perhaps I would let you die. ❞ ❝ The leash you think is in your hand is around your neck. ❞ ❝ Remember to whom you speak! ❞ ❝ Our home will still be here when I am gone. ❞ ❝ Have you come to make fun of me? ❞ ❝ You and me, we are the same. I just want you to know you are not alone. ❞ ❝ You have a friend here. ❞ ❝ Why are you shutting me out? ❞ ❝ Was it such an unforgivable treason to have saved your life? ❞ ❝ You’re in no position to judge me. ❞  ❝ Yes, I flirted with him. He even asked me to go away but I didn’t. ❞      ❝ That was your duty as my wife! ❞  ❝ What of your duty as my husband? ❞  ❝ Who are we to take this man’s life? ❞    ❝ If you are wise, you will not return. ❞ ❝ This way! Follow me! ❞

              [ part one ]  [ part two ]  [ part three ]  [ part four ]

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“I am torn in two / but I will conquer myself. / I will dig up the pride. / I will take scissors and cut out the beggar. / I will take a crowbar and pry out the broken / pieces of God in me. / I will conquer them all and build a whole nation of God / in me — but united, / build a new soul, / dress it with skin / and then put on my shirt / and sing an anthem, / a song of myself.”

— Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems: “The Civil War,”

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