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hello guys! I moved here! still under construction but meh I'll see what I can do!

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transferring to a new blog, but it will take time for me to set up

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          Blake settles herself down on one of the garden benches. "At least the training for the festival wasn't rigorous today."

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          "What had I done wrong exactly?" A question with a rhetorical nature. "All I ever do to you is ignore you, but still acknowledge you when in public". Blake can't have people be suspicious as to why she doesn't show respect towards the headmaster. They do not need to know.

          "Now-- Please let me go. I have studying to do," she says coolly while attempting to brush him off. 

Done With You

"The best lies are truths Blake, you should know that better than most." Ozpin replies dryly, remaining firmly in his place despite her dig at the, admittedly somewhat routine, position they were in. 

"After all you had done something wrong, and is it not true that I did in fact need your… assistance, for certain things?”

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Done With You

          "You do realize that trapping me to a corner every single day is getting-- boring, wouldn't you say?" She quips with eyes expressing boredom.

          "At least you don't announce that you need me in your office anymore. For a whole week, almost all of the student body were thinking I either had done something wrong, or you desperately need my help for things."

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I forgot I drew this omfg

long story short if any of the girls were to snap I’m pretty sure Blake would go first

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          Of course, with weak knees and the inability to walk properly without stumbling, Blake had decided to crawl. Nails digging on the soft dirt, pulling herself towards where Weiss was lying. Out of all the ways Blake had imagined herself to die, this was something she did not take into consideration. It was a mistake to agree the separation of the four of them. It was all to decrease the number of increasing Beowolves. With Blake being concerned to her teammates' safety, she went to catch up to one of them. To the only person she can easily read, Weiss.

          Weiss Schnee was easily read to Blake's amber eyes. With how she acts haughty and mighty towards others, seething pride off of her body language. With how she cares so deeply towards her partner, Ruby. With how much she wants to improve and be the best. With how much she feigns ignorance whenever her true intentions is brought up. With how much she tries to look strong--

          ". . . Wei--ss--!!" She called out again, and this time having a grip on Weiss' hand.

          This was hopeless, and the helplessness was overwhelming Blake. Sobbing was heard clearly thus making the Faunus sob in reply too. Dying was imminent. The female curses herself for being in time, for agreeing the split-up, and for being weak. Giving up and letting Death accompany them was the only option they have. At least there weren't any Beowolves anymore nearby, but they will find them soon with the scent of blood in the air. She pulled herself closer to the princess-- Princess.

          "H-Hey--" Cough, "Princess..." The attempt to lighten up a little was apparent. Can't have despair drown them to oblivion-- right?

          Blake was bringing herself closer to Weiss, to check her vital signs and what else to figure out to keep her alive-- To at least keep them both alive. There was a gash on Weiss' abdomen, and blood was seeping from it. A hand was placed on it, to put pressure, to keep the blood in. Weiss must live-- she cannot die now! Not like this! Tears break down Blake's puffed eyes despite holding them back.

          "Y-You're alright-- Weiss. . . Just stay with me-- please. . . You're alright. . ."

                                                  WEISS

                              DON'T LEAVE ME HERE

Hardest of Hearts

     Much like her father, Weiss considered herself to be a self-made individual, an effectuated, independent young woman who was allowed to only hold a crown for the pride of her family name close to her black heart and therefore designated herself later on in her life as a non-believer of any astral, higher beings——at the exception of the ashes of the night sky: the always changing and fickle moon that hung above her, even now. The glare of its lucid, milky way powders glistening pallid skin nearly sallow as she buckled against hard soil, and she unabashedly yelped in her fading moments of consciousness, before life flashed away from her in a forever blinding shade of white.

     In her last moments of what she believed would be the end of her small, small life, Weiss came to realize a few things. One was that Myrtenaster may or may not have been entered her abdomen given her rough fall, but either way, there was not much to feel. Second was that all that encompassed her vision subsequently was the inky darkness she found the warmest of comforts in with her colleague—Blake. But the rise of the gloaming Stygian nebula caught her so terribly off guard that she broke into an open, convulsive sob, and soon there was

                                           ( NO )

                                                                                        ( BLAKE )

          ( PLEASE )

                                               ( TAKE ME BACK )

     She wasn’t sure how long it was, solus and lonesome in the confines of the black ice that was foundation of her rime-frosted heart, but by then, she had governed her senses and numbed her tears—the awry sight across her surroundings sucked her away from the Vytal, from Blake, and the Earth in it’s entirety. All throughout there was an unpleasant strain of noise that blanketed the lack of her own heartbeat, and the distortion of the lack of love that destroyed her, inside and out. By now, there were no tears, no cries, or peals of forgiveness or hope of redeeming one’s self.

                                                                                     ( she was gone )

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Belladonna

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          Coughing hitches and interrupts her breathing, preventing air to supplement her body. Bruises and cuts decorate her body, with the kneeling position. Blake is having trouble getting up, and her weak knees give her the difficulty to do so. Golden orbs look at the white-haired maiden-- Weiss. She seems beat up too, probably worse than Blake's state.

          ". . . Weiss-- --" Her hand reaches out. Despite her Faunus ears which do not have function, she could hear Weiss' soft and barely inaudible tone.

                                        Damn it!

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      She dribbles royal blood like a mouthful of diamonds, a pale throat that once emitted a lucid voice as domineering and persuasive like money, but now she has been reduced to cracked ribs and a heavy, slowing heart, bruised skin and swelling eyes.

               ❝ …—haven’t been the best teammate, but maybe, someday, I could … if we ever meet again. Sorry, Ruby … everyone … ❞

                                                       (this was the end, and she knew it.)

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This includes not only if our characters haven’t met yet, but even if they already have.

"Are you lost?"  "And you are?” "Who are you?" "I don’t think we’ve met." "How old are you?" "How long have you been there?" "Can I trust you?" "Who do you think you are?" "Are you wearing my clothes…?" "You’re cute."  "Would you like to go on a date with me?" "People are watching." "Be careful!" "Help me!" "I’ve got bad news."  "Hate to  break it to you.. but ___ is dead."  "I will never forgive you." "I’m sorry…" "Why are you so angry?"  "Just kill me!" "This is where it ends." "Victory!"  "Stay close!" "Watch it!" "Why don’t you hate me?!"  "You can’t just give up… not now!"

Break the ice; have our muses interact!

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          An invitation she receives from her partner. "Sure," Blake replies in a subtle upbeat tone. A soft chuckle escapes her lips before adding a snarky comment. She crosses her arms on her chest, with hips slightly leaning to the side. There's a certainty that Yang will defend herself against this accusation.

          "Just don't abandon me when guys flock to you. Ruby said you ditched her on her first day."

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open.

          Amber hues look at the person's back, and she taps the side of the person's shoulder before bringing a small pocket book up. "Excuse me-- You dropped this." Her tone not soft nor gentle, but normal and calm like any normal person.

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Blake using Shadow

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rwby tarot; page of cups + blake

characteristics of the page of cups; deep, emotional & misunderstood

want a real rt tarot deck? click here

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How about a sexy version of Blake in her yukata pajama?

arent u gonna request yang in her pjs

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Blake Belladonna from RWBY. ♥ This goes out to maddybunny since blake is her fave!