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ok, so. after about three hours of deliberation, and the accumulative months of anxiety over something so trivial i’ve decided to move all my rw/by muses to this account. this includes ren, who won’t be my main anymore. i don’t know if this is a permanent arrangement   (   i’m so sorry to people who are sick of me moving blake around   )   but what i do know is that studying for about ten hours for three days and working two and a half more is draining and i don’t have the energy or time to maintain all these blogs. if you’re seeing this reblog on one of my other blogs - hi, hello ! i’m moving, and feel free to unfollow, soft block, what have you. it would be great to see you here, but if not, then i wish you all the best.

muses now added to this roster include:

ren   (   from @becomestorm.   ) blake   (   from @ephmrele.   ) fox   (   from @fauxtricks.   ) &   jaune   (   from @valianse​.   ) 

[becomestormaa]

ok, so. after about three hours of deliberation, and the accumulative months of anxiety over something so trivial i’ve decided to move all my rw/by muses to this account. this includes ren, who won’t be my main anymore. i don’t know if this is a permanent arrangement   (   i’m so sorry to people who are sick of me moving blake around   )   or if it will change after my courses end but what i do know is that studying for about ten hours for three days and working two and a half more is draining and i don’t have the energy or time to maintain all these blogs. if you’re seeing this reblog on one of my other blogs - hi, hello ! i’m moving, and feel free to unfollow, soft block, what have you. it would be great to see you here, but if not, then i wish you all the best.

muses now added to this roster include:

ren   (   from @becomestorm.   ) blake   (   from @ephmrele.   ) fox   (   from @fauxtricks.   ) &   jaune   (   from @valianse​.   ) 

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i need to write this before i forget but after work i’m working on ren’s cf drawing, sun’s dossier, his second aladdin allusion, and then give one of his parents the ali baba and the forty thieves allusion. yeah, i’m gonna go with the vigilantes spanning back fron the great war bloodline backstory for them, and i also cannot escape royal motifs for sun / monkey king / and then having a parent dubbed “king of thieves” ties into that.

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godtricks.

          he hates that they don’t react. hates the monotone voice, the lack of any and all flicker in magenta hues. wolf needs a reaction, needs to know that he’s being listened to - yet ren responds and he can feel nothing but that unbridled rage threatening to boil over. he doesn’t care what they think - doesn’t care what they want because this isn’t his fight. he is no more a part of this than they are - no more a willing participant than a child is in their parent’s arguments or a civilian is in their leader’s vendettas. mercury black is only here because he needed to be, and now he has no obligation. no ties or loyalty. all he has is himself. except, ren is right - aren’t they? lip curls and nose wrinkles in a barely contained snarl as the assassin bristles where he sits. marcus black was nothing but a washed up old man who hated the child he ended up with, mercury black is nothing but a waste of space who thought he could play the world into giving him more than he deserved. yet here he is. broken and useless with nothing but a stubborn pride that he shouldn’t possess. here he is, staring down ren as if staying silent was an option. he doesn’t want to work with them. doesn’t want to admit that the kid is right, that mercury doesn’t have any other option but to eat and tend to his injuries even where his fractured aura refused to. 

          mercury has half a mind to kick out at the bowl between them, to send it flying right back at the other as if it would serve in place of an actual, verbal response. he hates this. hates being cornered, being weak and vulnerable. it doesn’t matter that ren isn’t actively threatening him - that really their words could be seen as something of an encouragement. get up, spit your mouthful of blood, move move move– it doesn’t matter because mercury doesn’t want to listen. even if he knows it’s the path with the least resistance, the path that means he gets away quicker and with less resistance–

          “why should i listen ta anythin’ you have ta say, anyway? i’m out, i got out - it don’t matter ta me if y’ get the info you’re lookin’ for cus it ain’t my fight no more - you get that?! i don’t care where all’ve you go from here, don’t you get that? my legs are fucked, sure - i ain’t goin’ nowhere fast but that don’t mean i wanna help you.” he doesn’t look away, doesn’t dare break the glare that he has aimed at their features, he can feel blood staining his skin - feel the way his aura struggles to heal anything before it’s all used up again. can feel the way his prosthetics don’t seem to register anymore, can feel that they’re damaged and useless. that he’s defenceless unless ren tried to perhaps cross the room and slap him rather than anything else the student could do. “i don’t want your food and i don’t want your bartering, i ain’t choosin’ a side - doesn’t matter how much you try ta get me on side, it ain’t happening. cinder picked me up when i killed pa - i’m sure y’ know who he is, right? y’ always did seem the prying type. cinder did nothin’ but use me like he did. i. don’t. trust. you.”

          his voice is smaller then, bitter and distant. “you all just wanna use me.”

it was ironic that the role of interrogator fell to the lotus, ren with a voice that was as clear as it was soft, with the capability for the most gentle eyes, whose food was made with such love and care that it often brought forth a feeling of homesick nostalgia. but one supposed that didn’t really work for someone who hadn’t had a home, not in a real sense, not for someone who had just been trapped in a house with a monster. gone had been the quiet affection, the awe in which they regarded mercury’s strength, the good natured smile whenever they took mercury’s sparring invitations with more enthusiasm than one thought ren was capable of. they tried so hard to avoid weakness in front of the enemy, but even then this was exhausting, wasn’t it ? it took almost everything ren had not to grit draconic teeth and snarl. already, when they spoke, little wisps of smoke left their mouth, the little clouds appearing only when they felt an urge to bite. it was such an obvious tell, despite ren’s precise control over their facial expressions, but that perfect mask, too, was breaking.

‘   it wasn’t very difficult to find.   i lived here once too.   ’   years spent in the mistral underground, and one still couldn’t shake the old habits no matter how hard they tried to change their image.

you all just wanna use me.

a pause.

‘   ...   it wasn’t always like that.   ’   a splinter, a crack, the more mercury spoke. ren couldn’t do this. they weren’t cut out for acting unfeeling and bitter, despite how much they desperately wanted to. they felt so much and they just weren’t strong enough to contain these emotions, even with the use of their semblance. they thought about how beacon had proved to advance them, and yet ren had left the grounds feeling so much weaker than before.   ‘   my semblance allows me to feel what you do,   and yet i can’t see past this seething rage over loosing my teammate,   my friends,   and watching my home being decimated.   what you did   —   ’   agitation rises, ren’s voice spit out as a reverberating growl. and then, they caught themselves, because despite whatever mercury assumed, ren had been listening.   ‘   what cinder ordered you to do is driving a lot of good people to make bad decisions.   ’   ren exhaled then, a cloud of smoke as they broke what had been a seething glare to look down, expression pensive and conflicted instead of stoic.   ‘   this is one of them.   we don’t want to keep you here against your will.   at least   ...   i don’t want to.   ’

‘   i really thought it could have been different a year ago.   ’   ren let that exhaustion over their situation take root, expression tired and wistful as they smiled, somewhat bittersweet.   ‘   i enjoyed spending time with you.   i looked up to you.   i wanted to be your friend,   mercury.   ’   ren could make mercury trust him. that was the convenient piece of their semblance they were leaving out, the ability to manipulate someone’s emotions. all human feelings were a concoction, brain signals, chemicals, and trust was an easy one to mix. but ... ren didn’t want to. they didn’t want to take away someone’s ability to choose what they were feeling. it was the path of most resistance. to be good, and kind, and just was difficult, but they wanted to tread that path as long as they could.   ‘   one of the cruelest things i could wish on you is the hope that you find someone you love as much as we did her,   then maybe you could see how much it changed us to have her taken away,   and how much we want cinder to pay for what they did.   ’

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@metalurgic​   ›   "You've really been pushing yourself in your training. It's admirable. But be sure to take breaks. You don't want to hurt yourself, correct?"   ›   reverse inbox call.

i haven’t been pushing myself hard enough, was the first silent retort, jumping to the forefront of ren’s mind. there was too much to consider and so little time to do it. ren had been thinking about the grander scheme for months at a time, realising that the fall of beacon had been a catalyst for a descent into war. it was already happening, people were being divided, the only true hope was to unite the nations once more, alert vacuo to this oncoming threat at the very least. they couldn’t stop the incessant shivers running up and down their skin. goosebumps from the cold ? no, it felt more like spiders traversing flesh, something menacing and not - quite - right.

in all honesty, ren trusted ironwood just as much as they had professor lionheart, regarding both with an equal amount of suspicion. but at the very least he seemed to have a viable plan, one that might give them a fighting chance agains this threat. ren had felt the looming fear of emerald and mercury upon sight of salem’s apparition. ren knew she was coming, so much sooner than they had to make the tower. there wasn’t enough time to train. there wasn’t enough time to fight grimm. there wasn’t enough time to rest. who cared if ren overworked themselves when everything they didn’t do could be for naught ?

but, they didn’t trust the general, not with anything more than a polite,

“   yes,   sir.   ”

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dragon’s mistrali accent made learning fluid sounding languages quite difficult, weiss’ other mother tongue maybe, but this one not so much. ren looked up from where head had rested against her thigh, shifting their arm to show her the language learning app.   ‘   pa - pi - yon.   (   🦋   )   am i pronouncing that right   ?   ’   @mosaiqk​   /   non committal soft shippy shit.

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they were a hatchling if one were to become technical, a mere twenty summers was a drop in an ocean of a dragon’s true life span. and this one had spent most of their life in solitude, free enough to roam their enchanted castle and the mysterious woods surrounding, but loyal enough to mentor’s warning to stay within sight of enchanted spires. at least, until now. for years, young reptilian had watched the festivities from atop their highest tower and wondered what it would be like to interact with humans, despite how adamantly guardian warned them against it. dear feng was covered in the mostly grizzly of scars, which marred him even in draconic form, slicing that which had been pristine red scale. for that, ren knew the dangerous which lurked beyond the secluded edges of the forest, and still they dreamed of finding out what lurked beyond the walls.

she was by far not the first human to interact with them. upon leaving their enchanted wood, the residual magic must have made their glamours extra potent because not only would it hide draconic scales, or slits, but humans had come up to fledgling beast with kindness and gifts the likes of which they’d never experienced before. before even uttering words, they had been fed and fawned over, humans stumbling over each other to aid them navigate this part of the kingdom. it was all very overwhelming, and they note quite sure how to handle conversations when they had spent the majority of their life alone. the tone this human took on was far different, prompting young dragon to look gaze upon moonlit beauty with widened eyes, pupils drawn thin in alarm. had she been talking to them ? how were they meant to respond to such a shrill request ? they bowed then, tilting their head to the side curiously.   ‘   i apologise.   by all means,   keep going.   ’

a few more quiet moments passed, ren shifting more strange foods around their plate before picking up another morsel and sniffing at it curiously. it smelled like water. they bit into it, crunching it between their teeth and marvelling at the weird texture, unaware of exactly how loud the initial biting sound had been.

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for someone with a reputation for beings of ferocious nature, they made quick work of collecting a plate of hors d'oeuvres and leaving the gala immediately for peace and quiet. they settled down in abandoned courtyard sitting by a fountain. the dragon shifter was bewildered by humans that could linger so long in such a cramped and crowded area. it was so loud. there was music, singing, talking, and too many things at once for a recluse to handle. at the very least the food looked intriguing. if there was one thing ren was fascinated by it was human food. so fascinated they were by their colourful treat that they hadn’t noticed the presence of another nearby. ren bit into the strange pastry, registering unbearable sweetness and retching quietly before allowing the masticated monstrosity to fall back onto their plate. it was a given, that a fledgling dragon wouldn’t know proper table manners either. they weren’t exactly the picture of grace they’d been at the beginning of the party.   @fractaele   /   lucky dip sc.   /   enchanted masquerade au.

            marbled statue of a magnificent sword &. crown obscured the view of the other. a petite woman dressed in layer of tulle , beads sparkling in gown akin to the galaxies above. she had trained years for this day to be recognized as a fledgling dragon hunter. to go venture beyond the borders to find a dragon to kill according to tradition. yet in this moment , doubts festered beneath beauty. why did they need to follow this tradition passed down between the ages as sacred. peace filled the land , they were prosperous … why was there need to bring more bloodshed into that ? she pulled off gloves to stare at her hands , porcelain white with only the slightest marring from training but nothing else had tainted them. &. soon she would hold a scaled creature , a god of the skies above , their ichor painting her fingers. could she do it ? no … she had to or else her father - 

            head tipped back to drink in the moon , hoping that she would give the young maiden , wisdom. a silent prayer : oh , great goddess … wha  ———  there was a retching noise , loud enough above the lap of gentle waters flowing from spout of water fixture. if there was a drunkard on the other side of this fountain … they would not leave until they cleaned their mess. the inhumane sound had cut through the night’s melody. standing on heels , pebbles grit beneath them &. she lifted skirts to walk around circle of fountain to find herself in the presence of a disgusting slob. ❛     excuse me ! can you not eat with a quiet dignity , i’m trying to have a moment !?!  … &. you ! you’re ruining it.     ❜ elegant digit pointed to the guest whose raven hair obscured their features along with their mask. her own mask white with feathers &. pearls accenting it to bring out the bright blue of her irises that glowed in the darkness. outrage flickered within. 

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what ren had lacked for most of their young life had been a semblance of control. their future had been decided for them, and then it had been taken all away. they had spent years moving under the reign of other people, making decisions for them and dictating exactly how ren lived their life. perhaps their semblance had been borne from that ; if they couldn’t control what was happening in their life, then they could at least change how they reacted to it. the entire philosophy had changed once they found out they could manipulate the feelings of others too. how convenient, but how horrifying a notion ? to alter one’s agency, to change their will, to make it so that their semblance could violate a fundamental trait which made oneself human : the will to choose, and base emotion. while altering their own self of self, they had always had conflictions about using it on other people, even if it was for something as simple as making them happy, or removing the pain.

the human will was not meant to be something that was toyed with so easily, and it seemed that each time ren did, the results were disastrous. their semblance had once promised them control, they could choose to ignore their trauma, they could rid people of pain, they could rid them of fear too, as well as happiness, sadness. they could incite rage if they wanted to, make someone so murderously angry the results would be traumatic. they could read another person, understand their motives, tell if they were lying. they could strip someone of the will to live. this semblance was too dangerous for someone who could barely understand emotions in the first place. this was why ren so often doubted their own sense of self, their own humanity, if they were so willing to mess with the fabric of another’s mind. if this is what became of wanting to protect their loved ones, then maybe ren didn’t deserve them.

dragoness’ definitive “ we’re going home ” should have silenced any oncoming retort. how hard lotus bit their tongue in an attempt to. they wanted so badly to stay silent and give yang time to cool off. a few years ago ren would have, attempting to make themselves scarce in the wake of their wrongdoings. a second apology lingered on the back of their tongue, bitter, acrid, but they wish to force it forward all the same, despite draconic stubbornness. ren never apologised, but fear they had done something unforgivable was so much stronger than any foolish pride. they had never learned to properly process negative emotion, resorting to childlike knives, and bouts of anger immature in nature, but their semblance was the only thing they couldn’t blame on anyone else. their semblance was a part of them, as real and tangible as bone, and flesh, and ichoric, traitorous heart. what did it mean that this faction of their soul was so hideously controlling ? i’m not a good person.

‘   i   ...   ’ a gulp, a stone lodged in throat, volcanic in nature, making it hard to breathe. the instinct to flee is unbearable. they’re scared. but of who ? themselves ? ren’s vocals had always been steady, impossibly calm, like still water. even in the midst of storm - like rage, they had a cadence that was harmoniously elegant. clear, and strong, and powerful. but this was different, with each vowel they shrunk, curled a little bit more into themselves. return to airship location was made deathly quiet save for near silent footsteps beneath them. guilt ate at their psyche, looming stormcloud peeking through the damage. they could handle the anger that surged when ren took hits for yang, but this was different, if they were yang, they wouldn’t have forgiven themselves.   ‘   ...   i really am.   ’   sorry.   they come to clutch at arms, as they followed in her stride, keeping expression and gaze to the ground like scolded child.

‘   i won’t   ...   ’   gods, it was so hard to speak. talking had never come easily to them, but they force out the words anyway, each letter a razor sharp cut down their throat because they simply couldn’t leave it here. they had to fix it somehow. tiny sparks of remaining aura flickered across scarred hands which twitched with the desire to reach out for their sunshine and instead recoiled.   people do stupid things for the ones they love.   ren really was an idiot. she ... she could have taken the blow. it didn’t matter than she had no aura left. it didn’t matter that ren had been worried out of their mind. they could have patched her up afterwards. this was nothing.   don’t.   ren had ben overreacting.   please.   they were always overreacting.   don’t hurt for me.   they projected their weakness onto other people.   please.   they had no faith in other people.   please don’t be mad at me.   but they had no faith in themselves either, not when they did things like this.   i’m sorry.   i’m sorry.   i won’t touch you.

‘   i won’t do it again.   i promise.   ’

@becomestorm​   said   :    “i didn’t mean to, yang.” many times they’d had this argument, how frustrating it was to be taking hits for one another. this was different, the both of them unscathed by grimm, at what price though? both their auras had expired, and they couldn’t be heard over the wail of grimm. stubborn, dragoness had been, ren even more so, forcibly using their semblance to change her disposition, bearing down the instinct to retreat, retreat, retreat. “/i’m sorry./” for taking your will away.

      to  invoke  the  sheer  fury  is  something  only  a  true  fool  would  do   ,   but  there ‘ s  nothing  steering  a  mind  made  up  of  black  sludge   &.   toxins  when  it  comes  to  grimm   ,   is  there   ?   yang  doesn ‘ t  know  why  she ‘ s  expecting  that  much  out  of  this  swarm   ,   doesn ‘ t  know  why  she  would  ever  be  focusing  on  the  utmost  minuscule  of  details  when  gunfire   &.   endless  war  cries  fill  the  surrounding  wood  like  unholy  symphony.   may  it  act  as  a  warning  for  the  other  creatures  lurking  in  the  shadows.  may  it  remind  them  that  a  dragon  lurks  within  the  forest   &.   her  rampage  knows  no  mercy  to  the  damned.   fangs  bared  in  warning   ,   blue  flame  licking  at  lower  lip  with  each  round  of  explosive  ammo  fired  from  prosthetic   &.   ember  celica ‘ s  chambers   ,   every  punch   &.   kick  of  steel  toed  boot  used  to  dispatch  the  very  things  standing  in  yang   &.   ren ‘ s  way.   the  mission  to  begin  with  wasn ‘ t  difficult   :   a  simple  extermination  of  a  manticore  terrorizing  a  small  tribe  just  beyond  the  mistrali  mountains   ,   said   &.   done  with  minimal  injury  nor  stress.   as  it  always  should.  ah   ,   but  how  surprises  seem  to  lurk  around  every  corner  with  their  unforgiving  grasp.  lotus   &.   sunflower  should  know  to  expect  the  unexpected  in  this  profession  of  theirs ‘  by  now   ,   although  when  could  they  truly  prepare  for  a  group  of  ursa   &.   beowolves  surrounding  them  as  though  twin  dragons  are  naught  more  than  simple  prey  for  accursed  maws   &.   teeth  to  crunch  into   ,   tear  apart  like  mere  ribbon   ?   limited  aura  or  not   ,   fighting  spirit  is  always  alive   &.   well.   (   perhaps  it  is  not  about  fighting   ,   but  rather  SURVIVING.   )          exhausted  come  the  pants   &.   billows  of  blackened  smog  betwixt  chapped  tiers.  audits  pick  up  on  troubled  grunts  ,   then  no  sooner  is  yang  spinning  ‘ round  on  heels   &.   launching  herself  straight  into  the  massive  paws  of  ursa  that  could ‘ ve  smacked  ren  halfway  across  the  woods  if  not  for  yang ‘ s  act  of  valour.  the  unbridled  desire  to  keep  her  most  beloved  safe   ,   even  if  the  cost  comes  at  a  hefty  price  in  the  end.   her  aura  shatters  in  a  flurry  of  flickering  golds   &.  despite  that  much   ,   xiao  long  still  finds  the  strength  to  toss  her  foe  back   &.   end  its  reign  of  terror  with  a  single  blast  to  the  head.  people  do  stupid  shit  for  the  ones  they  love   ,   don ‘ t  forget  that.  she ‘ d  never  forgive  herself  if  anything  happened  to  ren.  not  when  yang  is  there  to  prevent  it.  pant  ,  pant.  the  beginnings  of  a  raw  snarl  claw  up  the  back  of  throat  as  scathing  eyes  scan  their  grimm  swarmed  surroundings  for  an  exit  to  book  it  the  hell  out  rather  than  fight  it  out  like  normal.  her  focus  elsewhere  however  leaves  her  wide  open  this  time   ,   for  an  otherwise  devastating  blow  that  would  have  easily  taken  her  out  if  it  weren ‘ t  for  …  ren.   widened  do  lilac  hues  become   ,  shifting  blue   &.   finally  a  brightened  shade  of  scarlet  in  sheer  anger.   part  rage    ,   part  fear   ;   both  because  of  ren   &.   the  grimm  in  question.  

      it  doesn ‘ t  matter  in  for  a  split  second   ,   not  when  yang  sends  an  ire  -  sparked  punch  to  the  belly  of  her  enemy  near  instantly.   it  hurts  this  time.  she ‘ s  using  energy  she  doesn ‘ t  have   ,   no  aura  to  protect  her  from  the  violent  recoils.    ❝  sure  as  hell  doesn ‘ t  seem  like  it    !  ❞  yang  snaps   ,   hisses.   they  have  always  been  harmonious  in  their  designs   ,   yin   &.   yang  incarnate    ;   they  fit  to  one  another  like  matching  puzzle  pieces    ,   filling  in  the  spots  one  lacks    &.   soothing  the  anger  of  the  other  should  it  come  down  to  it   ,   but  this   …   this  forever  remains  something  they  will  never  settle  upon.   ❝  you  know  i  can  handle  the  hits   ,   you  KNOW  i  can  stand  my  o  —   ❞   pause.  silence  strangles  vocals  mid  sentence.  sunny  dragon  knows  what  ren  is  about  to  do  the  moment  she  feels  their  hand  lock  around  her  own.  this  numbness  is  something  girl  inferno  has  only  felt  a  handful  of  times  before   ,   though  it  never  gets  easier  to  adjust  to.  nothing  could  ever  prepare  her  for  this  god  forsaken  emptiness  veiling  both  emotions   &.   gilded  frame  from  grimm.   this  numbing  calmness  that  feels  more  painful  than  she ‘ d  like.  they ‘ re  moving  away  thankfully   ,   but  it  doesn ‘ t  matter.  feeling  this  way  is  far  worse  than  any  death  sentence  via  eldritch  horrors.   ❝  y  ‘  don ‘ t  …   ❞   sharp  exhale.  it ‘s  like  she ‘ s  been  holding  her  breath  for  hours.  how  does  ren  even  do  it   ?   no  wonder  yang  thinks  so  strongly  of  them.  there  she  goes   ,   ripping  away  from  their  hold  for  the  first  time  in  her  life.   ❝  just  get  to  do.  that.   you  don ‘ t  just  get  to  decide  whether  i  can  feel  or  not   ,   ren   !   i ‘ m  not  —   ❞   don ‘ t  say  something  you ‘ ll  regret   ,   don ‘  let  your  emotions  get  the  best  of  you.  ren ‘ s  safe  now   ,  aren ‘ t  they   ?   you  both  are.   ❝  …  i ‘ m  not  you.  ❞   &.   when  she  speaks   ,   it  is  with  a  quivering  lower  lip   &.   the  painful  realization  of  what  was  just  uttered  in  this  bout  of  frustration.   a  fang  bites  into  lower  lip  so  hard  that  blood  begins  to  form   &.   trickle  down  its  curvature   ,   though  dragoness  quickly  smears  it  away  with  the  back  of  hand.  regret  is  already  eating  her  alive.   guilt  flays  her  open   &.   strings  her  guts  across  the  land.  

      ❝  …  mission  accomplished   ,   right    ?    we ‘ re  going  home.  ❞

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me, thinking about dust’s jaune: 🥰

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sometimes, nora said that ren had an unhealthy obsession with being right. they’d never liked admitting to faults, or bringing to light any of their wrongdoings, or shortcomings. it was the prideful draconic soul in them, manifesting there if not anywhere else. despite trusting jaune with their life and with their team the lingering suspicion from the first few months in beacon had never truly faded. that wasn’t saying much, considering ren suffered from frequent bouts of unreasonable paranoia.

it had been especially bad around the time they reached kuroyuri, looming ever closer to the anniversary of it’s destruction, and the dragon had lashed out at jaune unintentionally, brought up a misgiving that should have long ago been put to rest, accused jaune of hiding something. ren was the last person who should have been accusing people of keeping secrets. they still hadn’t disclosed to ruby or jaune why they’d gone into a blind rage at the sight of the knuckelavee.

only now, clear headed, gaze cast upon leader’s new haircut did ren realise the true reason behind jaune’s hesitation all those months prior. and ren had been right, but that didn’t mean they felt satisfaction in finding out the truth. they felt rather sick actually, having known some fraction of the pain knight went through, when their own horns had been snapped off. ren’s breath became shallow, eyes rimming red and becoming glassy. all those months ago, they’d been so self - centred.

voice shaky with regret they murmured,   ‘   i’ve been a bad friend.   ’

@lepusheart   /   plotted starter. 

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date night

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so, not many people know this about ren but they used to play the violin when they were younger. their childhood instrument was destroyed along with the rest of kuroyuri, but they’ve been thinking about how much they used to love playing lately.

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villain / assassin clan verse designs !

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i’m interested in developing some pre - established relationships with ren at any point during their timeline, but especially prior to make interactions a little more smooth. i have other verses and au’s to use ( villain verse, pro huntsman verse, modern au, time of gods verse, etc. ), plus i’m definitely open to making more if none of the ones i have are suitable. ren has a pretty flexible timeline so there’s a lot of spaces where interactions can be placed.

this is especially directed at people i haven’t plotted or written a lot with. like this and i’ll come to you, though if you want to jump - start interaction my discord is ( nine.#0978 ) if you already had an idea, or you can like this post for a short starter in whatever point in the timeline. i’m still working my way up to regular activity, but i’m excited to write with new people !

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me, seeing ac things on the dash: