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emergency commissions

        hey it’s shi. im not sure how else to word this other than the simplest; i am jobless with less than a hundred dollars to my name. i need to renew my car insurance so i can keep searching for work that i will (hopefully) find soon. my birthday is the end of the month and the tags on my car will expire. it’s around two hundred dollars to renew, i use progressive insurance and the rate fluctuates depending on my ‘safe driving.’ i also got a flat tire last night and i’m looking to get a used one; there is a place by me that sells them for relatively cheap, it’s $35 plus a recycling fee, all together it’s around 40 bucks.

         i ask for your help, but in return i can make graphics for you. i can work with gifs and make headers, promos, and edit psd’s on icons for you. i can even make basic theme backgrounds, but i cannot code themes. examples of my works can be found HERE.

           i don’t have base prices. i honestly feel like a schmuck even asking for money from anyone, so basically it’s a pay what you think it’s worth thing. a donation, i guess. i do have limits, i’m not going to edit you 400 icons for $10, but i’m not going to demand a specific amount. anything and everything you can give will help. 

         you request a graphic from me, i’ll make it if i can, and then you pay what you feel is a fair price. icon packs and capping icons for you will be similar.

           here is my paypal.

          please help if you can, even by spreading the word. i hate even having to ask but i’m kind of out of options, here. i have 15 days to get this taken care of.

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WHEN I WANT TO SAY ‘ I LOVE YOU ’, I’LL SAY BOOP. hold magnhild, i think i’m gonna faint!

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              DETAILS  /  MANNER OF SPEECH.

complexity  

vocabulary :     ◼◼◻◻◻

emotion :     ◼◼◼◼◼

sentence structure :     ◼◻◻◻◻

profanity

frequency :       ◻◻◻◻◻

creativity :       ◻◻◻◻◻

watchfulness :     ◼◼◼◼◻

bold all that apply

arse.     ass.    asshole.     bastard.     bitch.     bloody.     bugger.    bollocks.     chickenshit.    crap.      dick.    frick.     fuck.     horseshit.   motherfucker.     piss.   prick.     screw.    shit.     shitass.      son of a bitch.     twat.     wanker.

given proper religious context

christ on a bike.     christ on a cracker.     dam(n).    goddamn.     godsdamn.     hell.     holy shit. jesus.    jesus christ.     jesus h. christ.     jesus, mary and joseph.     sweet jesus.

this or that

contractions or enunciation ?     straightforward or cryptic ?     jargon or toned ?    complexity or simplicity ?     finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind ?     masculinity, neutrality, or femininity ?     formalities or abrasiveness ?    insult or injury ?    praise or equivocation ?   frankness or lies ?     excessive or minimal hand gestures ?    name-calling or magnanimity ?     friendly or blunt nicknames ?

important questions

do people have a hard time understanding or hearing your character ?   almost always /  frequently / sometimes  / rarely / never

does your character’s point come across easily when they speak ?   almost always  / frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely /  never

would your character initiate conversations ?   almost always / frequently ( if she’s comfy ) / sometimes /  rarely  /  never

would your character be the one to end conversations ?   almost always / frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely /  never

would your character use ‘whom’ in a sentence ?   yes /  no  /  only ironically

your character wants to make a counterpoint. what word do they use ?   but  / though /  although /  however  /  perhaps  /  mayhaps

how would your character pick up the phone ?   hello  /  hey  /  hi  /  yellow  /  yo  /  yeah  / [name] /  what’s up  /  who is this  /  what do you want /  can i help you?

how does your character end conversations ? walk away  /  ask if that’s everything / say that that’s everything  /  give a proper goodbye /  tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet /  they don’t

how does your character address others ?   titles /  first names  /  surnames  /  full names  / nicknames

in what ways does the way your character speak stand out to others ?   accent  / vocabulary  /  tone  /  level  /  politeness /  brusqueness  /  it doesn’t

tagged by: @eristice they said i Have to so under obligation of my husband HERE ( thank you :3 )  tagging: @unstrayed since ur FEELIN ur muse!!! @vsealias @herguidance @becomeshield

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mun vs. muse TAGGING: every single one of u this is the cutest meme on the planet uwu TAGGED BY: my soulmate @gainheart

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fairy-tale blue

        oh, but they do look good together. weiss finds that her attention is split now, from the dress that frames her like a valley frames a river to ruby’s face, resting on her shoulder and looking at her like she’s the stars on a translucent night. there’s the slightest flush of pink on her cheeks, and her fingers lace between ruby’s. very, very quietly, as though she can get away with conceding if ruby can barely hear her, she says “do you think your uncle’s credit card covers this price tag?” 

        she turns in ruby’s arms, resting both forearms on her shoulders and trailing fingers through loose tendrils of hair that are sticking out every which way. a mischievous curl licks her lips, and she thinks of kissing ruby’s nose if only to make her blush. (all sense of embarrassment over public displays of affection was left in argus, it seems). 

        “good thing you’d be dancing with me and not watching, then.” 

     ❝ you want me to dance with you? ❞ ruby asks, her eyes wide. it shouldn’t come so much as a shock, but the both of them have experienced how clumsy ruby can be with following dance steps. even if she likes to take weiss into her arms and start twirling her around under the moonlight of their room, being a competent dance partner is a wholly different case. ruby’s bottom lip juts out a little as she idly plays with the soft silk of weiss’s dress. 

     ❝ i don’t know when or where we’d find a big dance floor, but... mm, i’ll do my best to get better at dancing— with your help! ❞ she says, and then she circles her arms around weiss and links her hands on her back, swaying her playfully. ❝ for now, let’s just buy the dress! i’ve got enough lien saved up to get it! c’mon, c’mon!❞ 

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all I hear is the wind slapping against the gravestones of those who did not make it, those who did not survive to see the confetti fall from the sky

— Clint Smith, from “When people say, “we have made it through worse before”,” published in wildness

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     ruby weaves her way around the halls and follows a path she’s walked under countless moons as a student. she passes by a number of doors, each accompanied by a plaque on the wall with the engraving of a professor’s name in sharp capital letters. this part of the school has been kept pristine, with smooth walls, laid out carpets, and banners that have been placed at the perfect position above tall windows. walking through this hall could make anyone forget that beacon fell.

     but not the person she’s visiting, of course. ruby finally stops at the door nearest to the elevator that takes passengers to the headmaster’s office. she knocks twice, but decides to open the door to peek anyway. it’s fine, right? she was used to it before...

     ❝ professor glynda? ❞ ruby calls out. ❝ gosh, i hope you’re still here because it’d be really awkward if i smacked all those grimm only to find you’re not here right now...! ❞

unless you’ve fallen asleep at your office again, because some things really do never change, right? @herguidance​

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me: ok roll a d20 deception check and let’s see if neo deceives her @ryoshan: rolls a nat 20 me:

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i am so sorry @ a bunch of ppl receiving my starters bc i keep using a hotel setting in atlas bc i JUST WANT THEM TO HAVE SOME.... PEACE AND QUIET,,, they went through a lot in v6 it’s time they get to relax and gather themselves again,, ;___; 

but yeah a lot of my threads are placed in a hotel right now haHA

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     ❝ i did go to the plaza, by the way. to see pyrrha’s statue. ❞

     the hotel’s lounge is all empty except for her and jaune at this moment, with skyscrapers pervading the glass wall view like a scatter of stars in the sky. a bartender tends to his work and the sound of soft acoustics and clinking glass fill gently in the air. ruby herself ordered a strawberry sunrise, non-alcoholic of course, but has barely touched it since sitting down. she watches a blinking light on one of the buildings, idly rubbing the rim of her glass.

     ❝ um... it’s pretty big. and almost as pretty as pyrrha. i think they did a great job portraying just how amazing she was, and... ❞ ruby lets out a sigh and rubs at her eyes. ❝ agh, okay, sorry. what i mean to say is— thank you for letting me know. ❞ 

     she pauses. an ice cube slinks against the glass. 

     ❝ i hope it’s okay to talk about this. ❞

it’s been a while since we’ve hung out together one-on-one. @becomeshield

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judgment

        the young rose sounds so mechanical and formal that it almost brings winter to laughter. that is, ignoring that this is only their second meeting, and her familiarity with the girl stems from letters she is surely unaware of. a single glance at weiss and the way her fingers twitch confirms that much. “this way,” she says, turning heel and counting the seconds before she hears weiss’ hand dart out to grab ruby’s now that her back is turned. very bashful. 

        winter leads them both from hangar to hallway, hallway to central fairway, central fairway to elevator. soldiers stop and turn to raise hands to their brows as winter passes, and she nods them back to ease (a shame the same cannot be said for the two behind her, who seem as though they have been summoned to the headmaster’s office). winter stops at her own office door, swipes a card and enters, closing the door behind both of her new visitors. 

        “now,” she begins, and she watches weiss’ shoulders grow tense (and lower again, when weiss spots her noticing). winter turns to the kettle in one corner, and begins making hot drinks. “take a seat. i imagine you are tired after a morning of criminality.” 

     ruby squeezes weiss’s hand like it’s her very own stress ball, and she’s quite sure weiss is doing the same with her, because who in the entirety of remnant wouldn’t feel the impactful presence of winter schnee? much less, prevent themself from stiffening in fear of her disapproval? definitely not her or weiss. they’re both under the gaze of judgment herself now.

     so concerned with not making an idiot of herself, ruby walks into the elevator and then down the halls like a mindless drone, her head tossing ideas back and forth. she could appeal to winter by continuing to speak like a thesaurus, but she could also screw up by using a word, like, rhadamanthine, to describe winter. agh, and don’t even think about asking for her blessing... yet. oh god, she’s going to have to ask for it eventually. oh god, now she’s walking like her legs are jelly.

     they’re already in winter’s office before ruby realizes. the moment the door clicks shut, the session has begun, their trial takes place now and it’s only a matter of moments before winter finds something to inflict judgment on like... like their criminality?! ruby gasps and rushes forward.

     ❝ wait, ms. schnee! i take FULL responsibility for all of the things that’ve happened with mantle! this was a plan that i set into motion, so if you have to arrest anyone, just take me! ❞ she exclaims, her palm on her chest.

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yang

        yang’s grin is playful but uneasy, a combination she has long since mastered, especially after the mess their lives have been since leaving beacon. oh for the days to be THAT simple again. this is the closest they’ve come to being safe but the quiet seems oppressive, the carpet too soft underfoot, the roofs too high. maybe that’s what ruby wants to talk about, how they still need to be on their guard even here, floating on a sky island surrounded by massive walls and air fleets. yang’s fingertips click restlessly against the metal of her palm, and she skips up the last couple of steps, turning heel so she can walk backwards in front of ruby. 

        “we should think about writing up a letter to dad, too.” there’s an unspoken since we both left him. “he’s probably kind of worried.”

     ❝ oh. ❞ ruby’s eyes widen as she looks at yang. that hasn’t crossed her mind at all since they’d arrived in mantle, and it sets a guilt sinking deep into her stomach. ruby’s shoulders sink. ❝ yeah, we should. can you maybe help me with the letter later? i need a little time with that, and right now, i just wanna... chat. ❞ ruby gives a little smile, but her eyes plead with yang.

     ruby remains quiet the rest of the way down the hall. the door of their suite beeps gently when ruby presses the card against the reader, and they both enter the small living area that sits between their two rooms and head towards the left hallway for ruby’s. on the way, she greets weiss and gives her a kiss on the cheek, then moves towards the mini fridge to fetch all of them bottles of water. 

     ❝ ah, so, ❞ ruby says, tossing a bottle to yang. ❝ weiss probably figured it out faster than me, but i got the idea something was going on when you and blake used to sneak out of practice together and disappear for a while. so, c’mon, tell us the deets right now! ❞

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She babie!!

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mm,, jess i have so much love & adoration for you. you were the very first(!!!) person i developed a ship w/, much less one i ADORED, in this rpc, & that made me feel welcome, at home here. you have SUCH a special place in my heart for that & for everything you've been there for me for, & i can't thank you enough for just being my friend. you are unbelievably kindhearted, talented, & even if we aren't as close as we've been in the past, i'm always your friend & here for you.

& don’t even get me started on your writing! your voice for all your characters is spot on, babe. you have a way of having both concise & pretty writing. as a plotting partner you are an absolute JOY to work with, & discussing our various muses in our time together has helped mine develop immeasurably :3 i’m excited to start writing & plotting with some of your lesser written muses, i know that they’re all going to be brilliant & that your creative mind will make them that much more lovable :)

ok its really harder than u think not to tear up every second reading this so thanks HAL for making me emote so hard

on a serious note though you have a beautiful mind that you use not only to put out great pieces of writing out there, but to make others feel like kings on their own throne. thank you so much for always giving to your friends,, please make sure to take some time to care for yourself too, because you especially deserve that. i’m sorry i can be very absent sometimes but know that i’m always here for you as well. i love you extremely u__u

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neo

        neo nods frantically, palms raised and pointing outwards. the good guys love a repentant sinner, right? she recoils too, lowering her body to a crouching position and pressing her back to brick. it grazes her skin and she feels her corset catching on the rough stone while a whimper escapes from between her lips. 

        i didnt know what cinder had planned i was only working with roman and that is not exactly a lie, neo hadn’t exactly had the highest level clearance when it came to the big master plan, nor was she interested beyond saving herself. her thumbs tap erratically, words deleting and rewriting as her trembling motions struggle to make sense. im sorry he said hed kill my family if i didnt help. (lie, lie, lie.)

     ❝ what? ❞ ruby almost rears back in disbelief. it never dawns on you that behind every criminal, every killer out there has a family of their own until they mention them, and that’s enough to set ruby back on the old crossroad, each diverging road taunting her for struggling over the choice she’ll make, the path she’ll have to take. 

     she runs her hand through her hair and grips it in frustration, now lowering crescent rose and searching frantically for any sign of deception behind those words. it’s possible, it’s really possible, but...

     ❝ prove it. show me— pictures of your family, or something. where are they and are they safe? roman’s dead now, so he can’t touch them, but, still. ❞ why else are you cowering in fear of me.

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qrow

          qrow branwen doesn’t do a whole lot of sleeping anymore. not after he found out ozpin had been lying to him this whole time - not after he ended up with this many kids to help through this mission. this story that wasn’t meant to be theirs. the one that put far too much weight atop the shoulders of kids. no, qrow doesn’t sleep. not really. he’s ‘resting his eyes’, listening to the noise outside the apartment when he hears ruby’s voice behind him - head tilted back against the couch and eyes closed. he doesn’t look relaxed, though. brow is furrowed and frown lines obvious as he doesn’t move. not at first. part of him wants to just pretend that he’s asleep. hope that she’ll leave the talking till another time. a time when he’s more… up for talking. 

           but, the corvid only has so much of a tolerance for his own bullshit when it comes to ruby. even as one pink hue opens to meet ruby with a weary look. teeth gnaw at his own lip for a moment, almost as if weighing up his options before sighing heavily and sitting himself up straighter. there’s the urge to reach for his flask, at least… reach for where it should be. instead, hand shifts to smooth down tired features. 

           “’s… a good’a time as any, pipsqueak..” he knows what she wants to talk about - or, rather he knows what she might want to talk about - there’s… a lot. the past few weeks have been a lot, he’s been a lot. he knows that. “y’ gonna sit? or d’ i gotta get up?”

     ruby stands straighter the moment qrow cracks an eye open, her eyes wary and watching qrow with a sense of hesitation. come on, ruby rose, now’s not the time to cower. it’s just... uncle qrow. she takes his inquiry as an invitation to sit and zips to the couch across from him, her hands balled into neat little fists on her knees, and she sits up as stiff as a pole.

     ❝ um, so, i just thought i’d check on you and all, since you’re here by your lonesome. a bed is comfier than a couch, ya know? ❞ ruby utters as she pinches and rubs at her tights, which only serve to enlarge the tears opened on the nylon. ❝ i... ❞ 

     qrow’s eyes on her are a heavy presence. it’s only a matter of time before he notices that she’s fiddling with her words, struggling to gather everything she should say. it’s a laughable comparison to the steel-eyed girl who defied her uncle at every turn, and it’s... it would be highly disrespectful of her if she attempts to cushion her words for him now. 

     ruby takes a deep breath, clenching her eyes shut, and then lifts her head up the way leaders need to rise, gazing at him with clear, open eyes. 

     ❝ i’m not going to apologize for anything i said, ❞ says ruby. ❝ but i don’t want you to think i did any of those things because i resent you. i don’t. i— i love you no matter what. ❞

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WHAT SHAPE DOES YOUR PAIN TAKE?

MASKS

you hide your pain behind a mask. maybe you feel you can't be helped, maybe you think no one cares, maybe you don't want to hurt anyone else with it, you're afraid of being judged, or maybe there's another reason. but whatever the reason, you fake a smile and try to function normally even though you're one step away from falling apart. secretly, you wish someone would notice it's a mask, ask you if you're really okay, see right through and make it be okay somehow. you're hurt and a little angry that no one's noticed yet, but you'll never admit it. 

white lies, not that bad... are they?

tagged by: @tyriannical tagging: @ryoshan, @unstrayed, @sunstide, @vsealias + you ❤︎