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ROLEPLAYING HISTORY

The rules are simple! Post ten characters you’d like to role play as, have role played as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people). Aside from that, please repost instead of reblogging!

CURRENTLY PLAYING:

WEISS SCHNEE - RWBY

VENTUS - Kingdom Hearts Birth By Sleep ( hiatus )

WANT TO/WILL BE PLAYING:

OIKAWA TOORU - Haikyuu!!

TERUKI HANAZAWA - Mob Psycho 100

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU - Boku no Hero Academia

HAVE PLAYED:

EREN JAEGER - Shingeki no Kyojin

HINATA SHŌYŌ - Haikyuu!!

KATARA - Avatar The Last Airbender

MIDORIYA IZUKU - Boku no Hero Academia

KEITH - Voltron: Legendary Defender

KANEKI KEN - Tokyo Ghoul

AVA IRE - Ava’s Demon

WILL/WOULD PLAY AGAIN:

HINATA because his muse never really left and I love him a lot. KEITH, although I do still technically roleplay as him over Skype.

TAGGED BY: @homra-no-artemis - thank you !!! I’m pretty sure I’ve missed out a lot of muses I played in the past, but those are the ones that come to mind haha. TAGGING: I don’t really know people yet, so anyone who wants to do it !

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When I discover who I am, I’ll be free.

Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man (via wordsnquotes)

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❛ BLAKE.

          ‵  i  think  it’s  time  for  a  break.  ‵  the  drum  of  black  shellacked  nails  against  mechanical  pencils  denotes  a  tired  countenance.  she  desired  a  nap,  but  the  paranoia  of  a  failed  grade  loomed  over  this  upcoming  exam.  ‵  weiss,  how  do  you  take  your  coffee  ?  ‵

@glyphbound  !  starter call  !  accepting

      ❛ Yes, I suppose a break wouldn’t hurt... ❜ Weiss found herself saying in agreement, slender fingers splaying against the open book before her as she leaned back, rolling her shoulders to alleviate the ache nestled between them. With exam season looming, she’d taken to doubling her efforts with her studies, regardless of the fact that her grades had been near perfect all semester. As a Schnee ( and a perfectionist ), she refused to accept anything but the best from herself.

      At Blake’s query, Weiss felt her brows lift in silent surprise. It felt nice to know that the time they spent together was beginning to bridge the gap that had existed between them during their first few months. She turned to her teammate, folding her hands neatly in her lap as a pleased smile reached her lips. ❛ Black, with half a teaspoon of sugar. ❜ So as not to appear ungrateful, she rushed to add, ❛ —Thank you, Blake. ❜

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// to make sure you get some, every 4th symbol !

♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general)

She finds it embarrassing when others do something stupid in her presence ( in particular, Jaune ). In a way, she suffers more from secondhand embarrassment than firsthand, although she has been known to feel self-conscious when she messes up when fighting ( unless, of course, that slip up is due to outside forces and thus not in the slightest bit reflective of her abilities ). 

☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react?

Generally with disgust, though it depends entirely on the situation. In a normal day to day scenario, when she has errands to run or something that requires being around other people, Weiss despises getting caught out in the rain, out of fear that it’ll ruin her outfit or her hair. She prefers to keep up immaculate appearances, partially out of vanity, but mostly for the sake of her family name. She learned the lesson of keeping up perfect appearances from a very young age, and strives to be a exemplary figure and representative of the Schnee Dust Company. The last thing she needs is giving people a reason or petty cause to attempt to slander her family name ( particularly when her family tends to be despised by many of late ).

However, if she were to get caught out in the rain while training or battling, Weiss tends to care very little. She tends to get more annoyed by the fact that the rain can mess with her footing or obscure her vision, both of which are vital if she is to remain in proper form and attack with ease. She’ll focus on the situation at hand rather than whether or not her hair still looks pretty.

✕ - How do they handle rejection?

Weiss Schnee isn’t used to facing rejection. It’s a foreign concept to her, one she struggles with comprehending. In more recent times, she’s started to understand the fact that she can’t always get what she wants and has been humbled by her experiences, but prior to the fall of Beacon, she would often respond to rejection with a tantrum of sorts. Raised voice, higher pitch, excessive hand gestures to try and get her heated point across. When this doesn’t work, she’ll stomp her foot and storm off to train and stew alone.

In terms of romantic rejection, Weiss tends to be a lot calmer, more embarrassed than anything, with lots of back-pedalling to try and appear less bothered by it than she actually is. While rejection does indeed hurt her pride, she tends to wait until she’s out of sight in an attempt to save face in front of her crush before expressing herself.

❤ - Do they have a love interest?

At present, Weiss could care less about romance and love. While she might have exhibited a brief, shallow crush on Neptune for a spell, she has recently moved on from such frivolities. The fall of Beacon has changed her mindset in many ways, forcing her to confront things about herself that she had overlooked or accepted as normal before. She’s come to realise that the world isn’t as safe or as simple as she once believed, and as such no longer has the time or interest for romantic scenarios. Any attempted advances will be promptly shot down without mercy.

headcanon questions // accepting // @homra-no-artemis​

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questions about your character.

♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them?  ♠ - What are they afraid of? ♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of? ♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general) ★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why? ☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep? ☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy. ☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react? ♪ - Are they musically inclined? ♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy? ✓ - How do they react to praise? ✕ - How do they handle rejection? ☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats? ❄ -  Favorite season and why? ☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to? ❤ - Do they have a love interest? ✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand? ♔ - Do they value loyalty? ♕ - Do they trust easily?

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SNOWFLAKE.  I’m still in the process of making icons, but mutuals feel free to like this for a starter !

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      ❛ Ruby Rose, I have a top secret mission that I need your assistance with. ❜ Weiss declared, hands coming to rest confidently atop her hips. Her idea was genius, at least in her mind, a proud smile curling the corners of her mouth upwards as she stepped closer to her teammate.

      ❛ In preparation of the upcoming tournament... ❜ A slender hand reached out and landed firmly upon the young Huntress’ shoulder, fingers curling into the fabric of her cloak as Weiss met her gaze. In a serious tone, she continued, ❛ ...I need you to help me gather intel on our potential opponents. ❜

@slcyer / ❄

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beware that the light is fading beware as the dark returns this world’s unforgiving even brilliant lights will cease to burn

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      ❛ I... Have a question. ❜ Weiss directed her words at the boy sitting serenely beside her, icy gaze remaining focused on the scene unfolding before her, nose wrinkling delicately. She winced at the sudden increase in volume as both Ruby and Nora exploded into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, pointing joyously at Jaune who had just suffered quite the miserable defeat in an arm wrestling match against Yang. Under normal circumstances, she might have found the spectacle amusing, particularly as Jaune proceeded to pout over his likely wounded pride, but her ears were ringing.

      Slender fingers gently probed at the shell of her left ear as she turned her head in an attempt to put some distance between her and the ruckus, glancing helplessly across at Ren who seemed unfairly immune to it all. She leaned in slightly, in order to speak over the escalating noise, ❛ Just out of curiosity, how is it that you can handle being around someone so... Loud all the time? I find it difficult being around Ruby at the best of times, but you and Nora have been together for quite a while, correct? ❜

@saecris / ❄

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             ❛ Mirror, mirror, I’ll tell you something, I think I might change it all. ❜

                                     IND. WEISS SCHNEE / WRITTEN BY THYME.

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❛ TAKEHIKO.

          She had sensed the individual approach before her voice was heard, or even the sound of her heels falling upon the floor of the pristine manor. Like all individuals, she carried a unique scent, and it had registered within the elder’s mind upon her first visit – along with other residents of the luxurious home, despite perhaps not having a face to go with the scent entrapped in her memory. The Huntress – (no, SPECIALIST) – had been surprised to note the scent gaining some degree of strength through a short progression of time, as she’d expected the girl to stay away from the person in the house Takehiko found to be most DETESTABLE.

          – then again, there was the faint chance that she saw little to no flaw with her father’s behavior and overall attitude. Such blindness did exist in people.

          Once the sound of heels against the floor were heard, Takehiko had looked up, allowing her gaze to focus on the point which she believed the Heiress would enter her view from. She hadn’t looked away with the girl’s appearance, and instead straightened slightly. Today was different from their previous encounters, in that she was now FORMALLY enlisted within the military of Atlas.

          [ Nothing but the council’s DOG. ]

          [ A WEAPON most had wanted all for themselves. ]

          [ The price she’d had to PAY to regain her freedom. ]

            And with such rank she’d gained at a snap compared to those who typically worked endlessly and paved through paperwork with rigor, came expectations to which she had to adhere. Although nobody (of the higher-ups who mattered) was looking, she knew the only thing that would get her into the HABIT of acting as expected was to practice even when she needn’t.

          “Miss Schnee.” Her voice was kept low as the snowette approached, shoulders rolling to adjust how the uniform’s (beyond uncomfortable for her personal preference, and far too stiff for her personality) tailcoat fell upon her figure. “Your assumption is correct.” It felt wrong, speaking formally. Were she able to relax, her mouth would have contorted in displeasure. “I’m not sure what about. But they’ve been at it for about twenty minutes now. Amazingly, your brother hasn’t been snoop–”

          ( …shit. ) Her mouth closed and gold eyes were cast to the floor, a pause of regret for her poor word choice making the discomfort radiating from her almost PALPABLE. Without looking up, she continued. The apology she would never force herself to utter was plain enough in her body language.

          “…I’ve not seen Whitley around; typically he shows up when General Ironwood is here.”

      A single brow arched delicately at the young woman’s choice of words, the corner of her mouth twitching imperceptibly. Once upon a time she might have reprimanded her for such a comment, but as things stood, Weiss felt that no harm had been done. Snooping certainly was an apt description of her younger brother after all; even as a young child he’d been much the same, sneaking around, eavesdropping, getting both her and Winter into trouble. The two of them had never really gotten along, and while Whitley had been surprisingly pleasant thus far, she still found herself wary of his true intentions. For all she loved her little brother, he reminded her all too much of her father at times.

      Lips parted on a sigh, light exasperation seeping into her tone, ❛ ...Whitley does have a habit of mysteriously appearing whenever something’s going on. It doesn’t surprise me in the slightest. ❜ She paused, gaze darting once more towards the closed door of her father’s office. As expected, her father’s raised voice could be heard from beyond the heavy oak, coupled with General Ironwood’s softer, imploring tone. Something dark and foul twisted in her stomach at the sound of their ensuing argument, hands clasping tightly in front of her. His foul mood would undoubtedly continue long after the General departed. Luckily, it was unlikely he would choose to disturb her if he heard her practicing for the charity ball. That, if nothing else, would offer her a short reprieve of his overbearing presence.

      Turning her attention to the young woman standing stiffly before her, Weiss forced herself to stand a little straighter, hoping her discomfort hadn’t been too obvious. If nothing else, putting on false airs was something she had learned to excel at from a young age, exuding an air of practiced false confidence as she spoke, ❛ I imagine they’ll be in there for quite a while. I could escort you to one of the receptions with a seating area, if you’d prefer. I was just heading that way myself, so it wouldn’t be any trouble. ❜

      She wasn’t at all surprised that her father hadn’t bothered to offer Takehiko the same courtesy, and thus it was up to her to play the part of the gracious host.

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S C H N E E

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      It was indeed rare for Weiss to venture from the confines of her room, but even she grew tired of staring at the same four walls after an extended period of time. Ever since her forced return to Atlas, it was all but impossible to quell the feeling that she was slowly being smothered beneath her father’s overbearing hand, and with the recent demand that she perform at the up and coming charity event, Weiss felt as miserable as ever. She hadn’t dared oppose him, out of fear of his reaction. It felt like she need only make one wrong move and the existence of the fragile calm that had settled over the household would be shattered. And while she was loathe to bend to her father’s iron will, she was by no means emotionally prepared to stand against him and face his wrath head on. That wasn’t to say that she wouldn’t fight back in her own way.

      But to have been degraded to tiptoeing around in what should have been the comfort of her own home all out of the necessity of avoiding those who might seek to corner her... She felt like a caged bird surrounded by predators waiting to pounce, trapped and constantly dreaming of clear, open skies that seemed oh so far out of reach.

      Chin dipped low, Weiss traversed the grand hallways surrounded by a stifling silence, save for the sound of her footsteps echoing off the cold, white walls. Idly, as she rounded a corner, she wondered if Klein would be lingering down in the kitchens... His expertly brewed coffee never failed to put a spring back in her step, and he always seemed to know just when she needed a pick-me-up.

      Movement out of the corner of her eye gave her pause, startling Weiss from her thoughts. Her head whipped up, ponytail swishing against her shoulder blades, eyes blown wide as panic blossomed within her chest. Heart hammering unsteadily against her ribcage, an excuse steadily working its way up her throat, only to die on her tongue as her gaze landed upon the young woman standing awkwardly near to the door of her father’s study. Takehiko, if she remembered correctly, one of Atlas’ new military specialists.

      ❛ You’re here again... ❜ Her gaze darted towards the large oaken door, a small part of her expecting her father to appear with his scathing words and cold gaze. The door remained blessedly shut. She looked towards Takehiko once more, somehow managing to keep her voice level as she asked, ❛ I assume this means that General Ironwood is currently speaking with my father? ❜

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      She won’t deny it: she’s been keeping a close eye on the Faunus from Vacuo, particularly as he seems to be getting a little too familiar with one of her valued teammates. She knows next to nothing about him, what his intentions might be, what his background is like, and as such it’s hard for her to conceal her suspicion. 

      It’s with an air of feigned friendliness that she corners Sun, icy gaze sharp and narrowed, slender hands resting atop her hips in a manner she hopes comes will come off as intimidating. She lifts a brow, commenting lightly, ❛ You seem to be getting awfully close with Blake lately... Which, of course, I understand given your... Similarities. But I have to ask— ❜ A pointed finger jabs at the Faunus’ bare chest. ❛ —just what are your intentions? ❜

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      Weiss made no attempt to conceal the pained wince all but imprinted upon pale features as she watched her partner and supposed esteemed leader shove yet another chocolate chip cookie into her mouth. Whole. It was with morbid amazement that she had to admit such a feat to be somewhat impressive, albeit incredibly disgusting. Her eating habits were atrocious.

      Recoiling from the spray of crumbs erupting from Ruby’s lips, Weiss regarded the aspiring Huntress with all too evident distaste. ❛ You know, I think I’m beginning to understand why you’re constantly hyperactive... ❜ She delicately flicked away a stray chunk of cookie misfortunate enough to land in her lap, lips pursing in mild annoyance before she continued, ❛ ...You consume way too much sugar for a person of your size. ❜

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rwby + smiles - part II

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      ❛ Sage, wasn’t it? You’re one of Neptune’s teammates. ❜ She makes no attempt to veil her disdain towards Neptune ( his antics from earlier that day still serve to leave her with a bitter taste in her mouth, not that she’ll admit to it ), a well manicured hand landing delicately upon her cocked hip as her head tilts imperceptibly to the side. ❛ I watched your team’s match against NDGO earlier today. That was quite a... Stunning victory. ❜

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