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I do plan on eventually coming back. But it may be later rather than sooner. Because guess who ended up getting sick earlier this week?

Me. Tis me.

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Hi, hello. Fingers crossed it's cooler (although this week, it's supposed to be low 80's) so I can finally think straight and not be so exhausted from this heat. I'm so ready for fall.

Eventually, I do plan on working on drafts and attempting to get caught up. But this weather has been no joke.

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This weather is not helping my lack of motivation to write. I suspect I'm dealing with a bit of burnout, plus add in the heat of the summer? YIKES.

So do excuse any lack there of in terms of responses for probably the rest of summer. I will be here and will attempt to do things when I feel like I wanna write? Or if Weiss screams at me about specific threads? But chances are, replies will be extremely limited.

I apologize in advance! ♥

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I'm just going to throw out a very casual reminder that I am mutuals only. I highly recommend getting the mutual checker on xkit (if you have access to it)! I'm just mentioning it as a reminder just in case y'all might be confused. I know prior to coming back, I was semi selective. But I've since changed due to being overwhelmed and it's always been a preference to interact with mutuals.

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@th-meridian cont. from here

An exasperated puff of air escaped parted lips. As if her status as a Schnee (or lack there of) mattered in whatever this was. The question felt personal and one she wasn't even sure she wanted to answer. you don't look like a Schnee. "And what gave that away? Is it the eyes?" She mocked, crossing her arms over her chest. Every member of the Schnee family had their signature blue eyes - except for Weiss. Who bore the eyes of gold. One look at her and you would assume that Jacques Schnee had an affair with Willow. But unfortunately, that was not true.

It was her tenth birthday when she learned she was adopted, one that she doubted her father had intended her to hear. However, she had, her parents voices carried and she overheard them talking about how she wasn't their daughter. But as a child, she thought nothing of it, despite knowing that she was different from Winter and Whitley. Despite the treatment she received from someone who she had called father for so many years. It didn't matter now, now she didn't have to be subjected to their rules, their embarrassment at being seen with her.

Head tilting to the side, golden hues narrowing with suspicion as she considered her next response. "I do not. Why do you care, anyway?"

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Will I get better at tagging verses for these au's I've got going on? Probably not.

Why start now if I can continue to put it off? But on a serious note, I'm so bad at remembering to tag verses and shit. Ya'll should know this about me by now.

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She had a feeling that was the case, but better to get it done and over with. There was a soft sigh as she followed her professor to her office and taking a seat in front of the desk. Hands tucked into her lap, picking at invisible lint; a habit, even though she knew her dress was lint free.

"There's no need for that." Weiss said with a shake of the head. It was as if she had almost anticipated this, she knows Qrow isn't the most suitable candidate to take her in, if his drinking was any indication. But they were figuring things out, even if it would take awhile for the two of them to get used to each other's presence.

"I know Qrow's not ideal but we're making it work." It was a default response, though it was true - they were making it work. Qrow's drinking was a big problem but at least he was no longer living in an unkempt environment. "I appreciate the offer Professor, but I don't need another place to stay." She didn't know why but she felt the need to stand up for him - to give him a chance.

Glynda kept a professional expression, shooting sidelong glares at the eavesdroppers. This was a much more personal matter than she had anticipated. "Well, we'll need to update your emergency contacts and go over some paperwork before I send you to your dorms." And the conversation they were about to have didn't need to be out in public.

She stepped aside, gesturing to the walkway leading to her office. "Please follow me, Miss Schnee. We'll get things all sorted out." Once secluded in the privacy of her office, she set her scroll down on the desk and sat in her chair. "Firstly, I'd like to offer my assistance in finding you a more suitable living arrangement."

This might be hard for Weiss to hear, but the truth was important. "I personally know Qrow, and he is not a suitable guardian as things currently stand. If things are difficult at home, I can make arrangements for you to stay in the dorms during holiday seasons."

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Scarlet didn't seem like the type who minded that this was a short notice, but perhaps she had other plans? Although that thought faltered the moment Scarlet mentioned having something in her wardrobe. "Don't forget: it has to be something nice."

Weiss didn't do basic for her dates. Even with her other partners (as much as she hated to admit to it) she went all out. Planned every little detail that she wanted to accomplish in that time frame. Her friends have often joked about how extra she was being. It's just a date, you're supposed to be getting to know them.

And while that is true, Weiss feels like location matters. But perhaps that was because of how she was raised - being a Schnee meant going all out, never doing anything decent. There was no point in having money if you couldn't flaunt it. Some habits were really hard to shake off. She was just grateful that her mother gave her permission to use the credit card to make this happen. She wasn't sure she would.

Weiss rose a brow, not having been expected Scarlet making demands of her own. Which made Weiss wonder if she had been planning this herself. "Obviously." She scoffed, crossing her arms across her tiny frame. Already making a mental note to be there fifteen minutes early. "Text me your address, I'll come pick you up."

She pointed to herself, curious about the attention. She'd seen Weiss enter with Aurelia before, took opportunities to admire her, but she had never caught Weiss watching her. As far as Scarlet knew, she was just 'Boss Bowsette' to Weiss. Weiss corrected that with a demand for a date. Scarlet's lips curled into a coy smile, the tip of her scaled tail waggling in delight.

"Oh! Well, that is rather short notice." She used her thick tail to push her office chair into a modest spin. "I'll have to see if there's something I could dig out of my wardrobe." A lie. She'd fantasized once or twice (four times, actually) about what she'd wear if she ever got the chance to take Weiss out on a date. She gave an outward shrug. "But I'm sure I'll find some dress."

She rose to her feet, marching over with an aura of victory. Scarlet felt the long war of attrition was finally at an end. "I expect to be picked up early enough to make it there ten minutes early." She would normally ask for flowers atop of that, but she'd surprise Weiss by bringing her the flowers when Scarlet was picked up.

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Weiss eyed the movement, watching Scarlet's fingers masterfully pluck at the instrument and beautiful sounds filling the air. "I've never played." Although truthfully, it was bigger than she was in size. But if opportune arises, she'd be willing to give it a shot. "But I dabble on the piano." Perhaps not as much as she used to, no thanks to her biological father for ruining something for her as he always did. She could go on about her musical talents but that wasn't exactly why she was there. It was almost as if Scarlet could practically read her thoughts as she changed the subject.

"Actually, no. Although, my mother might be in later to discuss that. I'm here for you." While she did her best to hide the nerves she was feeling behind the mask she wore: one may assume that someone like Weiss wouldn't get nervous, but she did every time. She could feel her fingers shaking, the quick beatings of her heart and the nervous energy fluttering about in the room. Or perhaps it was just her. "You're wearing something nice tonight. I made reservations for two at a restaurant tonight." There was a pause as if she were about to give Scarlet a chance to answer.

"And I won't take no for an answer." She could but dining in a fancy restaurant alone? She wasn't sure if she could handle that humility. "Reservation's are at eight."

She didn't care much for the sass Weiss aimed her way, eliciting a pout from Scarlet. She only let it slide due to the lack of any hostility in it. Plus, her pride was cute. Her fingers moved down the neck of her instrument. "For several years. Tortimer and I used to play for fun." It took her back to Mountain Glenn for a flash. It was easy enough to refocus in the present. "We still do, but it's mostly me nowadays."

She smiled and tucked a strand of her hair behind a pointed ear. "Anyway, what can I do for you, Miss Menenius? Do you need some Huntsmen for some work? Or Huntresses? Or construction? I'd be happy to help you." Her family was among the biggest investors. Keeping her happy would keep the business in good graces. And once again: Weiss was cute.

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I have to go help give some puppies their weekly bath (usually, there is a professional who does it? but it's fine. it's fine), but after that? I may try and sit down to see what Weiss will be willing to respond to. Although, we will see? I might be too hot to function because it's already in the 90's but it feels like 110 degrees. so that's going to be fun.

Definitely a good day to wear shorts. That's for sure. I'm so ready for the fall. This heat can suck it.

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It was surprisingly a short day at work. I get to come home early (bless an easy Friday)! So imma see if Weiss will cooperate some more, so I can get more things queued up.

I may post a few things here and there, but the vast majority of my stuff will be queued. Or well, I'm going to ATTEMPT anyway.

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Weiss eyed the two that she had been given a choice on. It had been awhile since Weiss had gone shopping for herself, however it felt good to be out of that cabin. Even though she has come to think of it as home, she felt like she was suffocating from being cooped up inside all the time.

Weiss figured that neither of the dresses looked flattering on her, but the colors was cute: that light blue color that often dominated her own wardrobe. "Neither. No offense, mom, but no." Back to the drawing board, although she wasn't exactly helping either. She had said no to several other options.

"Regardless of fault, I still feel bad."

Which is why as soon as Weiss was feeling better -- not just physically from her illness and injuries sustained at the hands of her father, but emotionally as well, Aurelia dragged her out of the cabin and took her to enjoy one of her favorite past times. One she actually hadn't gotten to indulge in for quite some time. At least not since she had been able to slip away and find a dancing dress for a date with Qrow in Atlas - however long ago that was.

"Alright, which one? Off the shoulder or spaghetti straps?"

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She had almost talked herself out of going, despite having gone with her mother multiple times and knowing that the Koopa's were nice enough. But before she could talk herself out of it and turned around, slender digits reached for the doorknob and pulled open the door.

The sound of music caught her attention, icy gaze finding the source, which by the tone of her voice she sounded angry. "Do you talk to all your clients this way?" She asked, even though her tone was dry, there wasn't a hint of malice. "Clearly, I'm not."

Weiss watched the movement closely, the bass looked almost as big as she did but that wasn't why she was here. She needed to focus. "That's right." A hint of pride was in her voice as she puffed out her chest, straightening her poster before walking closer towards the desk. "Weiss. How long have you been playing?" She asked, gesturing towards the bass in front of her. Perhaps it was her own musical inclination that made her want to ask.

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The door to her office opened, and Scarlet was in no mood to entertain her brother, grandfather, or cronies. She'd taken this spare time to pluck at her bass guitar and tune it. They could plot all they wanted as long as they left her out of it for today. She growled low, keeping her head down and focused on the neck of her instrument.

"I already told you, Tortimer! You can make decisions on your own. Stop running everything--" And then she noticed the white-haired girl who accompanied Menenius. All on her own this time. Weird. "Oh. Sorry. Thought you were my brother."

She set her bass on her desk and brushed the blonde-dyed bangs out from her eyes. She had to look professional and ready to greet a potential client. "I didn't catch your name earlier? Are you related to Menenius?"

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I'm trying at getting better at not hoarding things in my drafts. Like I need to tell myself that it's okay to get rid of the meme if it's been longer than whatever amount period of time. Because if I haven't responded to it by now, I'm probably never going to respond to it.

I'm also really bad at knowing when to drop threads - so if you see me respond to a thread and you think it needs to be discontinued, because its reached it's end point? By all means. Go for it! I'll eventually get better at this. Probably. Maybe.

On that note, I'm still attempting to queue up drafts, Weiss is being a little bit cooperative right now. We'll see how long this lasts. But my queue is still paused because I want to get a decent amount of things in there before I post. So I apologize in advance if it takes 5 million years for anything to get posted!

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Weiss: doesn't wanna work on drafts

Me: comes up with an entirely new au idea with @meloraan & @twilighthavens

Sounds about right.

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When I get home from work today, I will see if Weiss will cooperate enough for me to queue up a couple of drafts.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ( put whatever you want here )