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[theashen-fox]

@burningdragon

Ash was one of those students. Everyone knows the type: the type that stands out but tries their damndest to blend in. While his grades in Beacon were quite good—not “prodigious”, but definitely good—he rarely ever spoke in classes, be it to ask questions or even whisper to other students. He just sat in the back, away from everyone else, even his own Team. This was evident even during lunch periods and between class hours. Any chance he got, he would slink away to a secluded spot in the courtyard with several trees, sit beneath one or climb up into one, and just read for a while. In some ways, he was like Blake, as Yang might have observed. However, unlike Blake, he made next to no effort to interact with others unless absolutely necessary, whereas she at least made an effort. He had heard the whispers among the nastier students that circulated—phrases like “what a creep”, “I heard he put some kid in the hospital...” “don’t get too close, I think he likes to carry knives,” and “why the hell are we letting him stay here? How do we know he’s not with the White Fang?” were among his personal favorites. The last one, he was often tempted to actually attack people for; if they knew how much he hated the White Fang, they’d know just how damn wrong they were.

Ash never expected to hear anyone approach his “sanctuary.” Hardly anyone ever came here, and when they did, they usually left rather quickly. So, deciding to adopt his more snarky persona, he said from his place in the branches, “Freak show’s closed, I’m afraid. Come back tomorrow, kiddo.” This had been his standard go-to phrase to tell potential bullies to piss off, but with Yang, odds were pretty good she wouldn’t get it.

[theancientpowerawoken]

Fresh Embers

Chandra had done it, She had left Vacuo and started a new life in Vale. Her dream was coming true. Now all she needed to do was smash the grimm population into the ground, take out an early retirement, and live to a ripe old age. The hellscape of Vacuo behind her, and a home she was renting in Vale, everything seemed alright.

It was never that easy, was it?

On crisp afternoon in the forests south of Vale, Chandra had taken a bounty on a bunch of grimm nestled in an abandoned town there. She needed rent, and she was happy to help clear out the town so people could go back to living there. Confident she could take the weaker grimm out by herself, she set off. She arrived to her destination without much fuss, and began staking out the town, in an attempt to see how many grimm were there, and decide her approach.

@burningdragon

[burningdragon]

@caeruleum-feniks said to burningdragon:

(rests his head against hers) "Oh! Ruby was right! You're very warm and very snuggleable. Must be that hot blooded Semblance of yours."

“R-Ruby?! Why is Ruby talking about how ‘snuggleable’ I am?” Yang’s eyebrows furrowed into as much of a pout as she could. She’s gonna lose all her street cred if her baby sister keeps telling people that she makes a good pillow!

“I swear, I’m gonna teach her what for when I see her next!” She says this, and yet the blonde has made no motion to move Ray off. In fact, she’s shifted ever so slightly to help him be even more comfortable on her. Hot-blooded Semblance her ass...

[boundariestcbreak]

𝙏𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙋𝙀𝙊𝙋𝙇𝙀      -     𝙒𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 .

𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙉 -   melancholy at best , introspective , severely misunderstood , pleasure in the subdued , helping in your own way , dreams in poetry , the slowness of falling asleep , refreshing meditation .

S𝙐𝙉 -     sunbleached clothes , futures that are too bright , everything at arm’s length , balancing intensity , blind encouragement , comfort of sleep , distracting sunspots in your vision , necessity of growth .

S𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙈 -     chaos with a purpose , emotions running high , natural comfortable anarchy , high volume , leaving your mark ,  brief flashes of violence , rambling quickly , the intensity of desire .

W𝙄𝙉𝘿 -     running towards instead of away , instinctive motivation , making an impact , knows everyone who knows anyone , playful pranks , mood swings in a split second , collecting old trinkets , uncontrollable focus .

S𝙉𝙊𝙒 -     serene on the surface , cold blooded heart , love it or hate it attitude , good memories , heavy discussions , sharp determination , relentless resolve , not as scary as it seems .

TAGGED BY :  Stolen from @infortunii​

TAGGING : @grcwingstrcng (Tai, Vine, Ilia, Nora, Ren) @flightofaqrow @erudite-rebel @littleblackqrow @harbinngr @panacaeus (Yang, Marrow) @burningdragon​ and anyone who wants to steal it from me

[lexxnos]

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[theancientpowerawoken]

"Hell yeah! I got a bounty on these bastards. Looking to clear the area so people can rebuild and move back in. I could always use someone to watch my back." Chandra spoke as the last grimm went flying. The woman seemed to be a local judging by the way she was dressed.

Chandra eyed up the woman, inspecting her equipment and noticing in particular her gauntlets. Chandra smiled, "You a brawler too huh? It's the best way to go." She made a show of pointing out her gauntlets and greaves.

theancientpowerawoken​:

Chandra wondered if she would be worthy of a new team after leaving her team in Vacuo. She claimed it was because she couldnt stand the kingdom. The people of Vacuo already had it pretty bad. That coupled with Chandra’s immense need to flee her past for some reason. Her team couldn’t understand. It was all about protexting the kingdom and honor. Where was the honor in defending a wasteland?

She shook her head. She had this conversation with herself everyday. She tended to dwell on it, and grimm killing was always the perfect fix. Well that and drinking, but she tried not to let that become a problem. So far being successful in those endeavors.

Chandra heard a ruckus in the village and rushed in to investigate. Chandra clearly heard the sound of grimm and payed there were no people here. As she got closer she heard a woman. “Shitshitshitshitshitshitfuck” she mumbled with each step, bursting into a full sprint. “Please be a huntress.” She mumbled, not sure if she would get to the scene in time to save them.

She burst into the clearing taking out the closest grimm with a solid punch. She kept the momentum as she moved to the next. The woman she heard was indeed fighting the grimm. A woman in yellow with long blonde hair.

Yang heard something behind her, whirling around with her gauntlets up. She only lowered them a bit when she saw the woman; she didn’t recognize her, and while she wasn’t a member of the tribe, that didn’t automatically make her friendly. All kinds of shady people lurked in the woods of Mistral- Yang knew that from experience. 

“Hey,” she said carefully. “Sorry. Had I known you wanted a piece of them, I would have saved a few for you.” 

As if on cue, more Grimm howled farther inside the abandoned town. Yang winced and glanced over her shoulder, checking to make sure none were creeping up on her as they spoke. 

“Though, you’re not that late to the party.” She jerked her thumb over her shoulder towards the noise. “Sounds like more of them are looking for an ass-kicking.” 

[theashen-fox]

How is Your Soul Perceived?

https://uquiz.com/quiz/v0MzS3/how-is-your-soul-perceived

the steadfast

your soul is filled with the strength of one who has watched too many break before them. you set high standards for yourself and those around you, sometimes impossible marks. you know how the world should be and you're determined to make it so. was tough love what you needed? or was it the only thing you were ever offered. there are some things you cannot bend to your will and your bones will break before you turn back the tide. let go a little and breathe in the air. have you even stopped to look at the empire you built? have you noticed how far you've come?

Tagged by: @infernalisbestia

Tagging: @mz-pixie @burningdragon @bcdwclves @solar-pxwered @magnhildsmight @stormflowerhonor

[boundariestcbreak]

𝙏𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙋𝙀𝙊𝙋𝙇𝙀    :         𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎    .

𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙎    -               true romantic, loving the classics, pricked fingers, perfect makeup done to impress, bruises easily, beloved but unknown, soul as old as time, overused and under-appreciated.

𝘿𝘼𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙀𝙎    -               clean linens, youthful naivety, family, wide open spaces, running barefoot, moving towards instead of away, trying to forget about death, sun blindness.

𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎    -               standing tall, strong roots, a home to always return to, warm summer air, holding onto lost hope, belief in growth, painted overalls, split ends.

𝘽𝙇𝙐𝙀𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙎    -               the end of spring, determination for the truth, cold and cautious, moonlight on windowsills, the taste of ice, unnecessary shyness, quiet belief in the extraordinary, complicated morals.

𝘿𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙊𝘿𝙄𝙇𝙎    -               mom friend, sweets, the smell of baking, riverbanks, leaving behind a toxic situation, being happy with your reflection, believing in luck, moving in a pack.

𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙀𝙎    -               sour candies, unappreciated elegance, valour, crystals projecting rainbows on white walls, unintended organization, old royalty, refusal to bow, learning a new language for the fun of it.

𝙇𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙎    -               secret poison, perfect handwriting, crisp consonants, pressed and ironed sheets, open windows, infinite persistence, thick skin, colder hands.

𝙇𝙄𝙇𝘼𝘾    -               fleeting and fair, strong but delicate, radiating good vibes, the beauty of falling apart, the joy in being scattered, soft fabrics, whirlwind romance, keeping the door open.

TAGGED    BY: Stolen from @infortunii​

TAGGING: @grcwingstrcng​ (Yang, Ilia, Willow, Jimbo, Clover, Vine :P) @flightofaqrow​ @brokenclockwork​ (Ozpin and Oscar) @devotedtoscorpions​ @littleblackqrow​ @queen-thunder-thighs​ / @knight-arc-en-ciel​ @meridias-multimuse​ (Whoever you wanna do it for) @indomitablesouls​ / @burningdragon​ @papagoldendragon​ and if anyone wants to steal it from me

[theancientpowerawoken]

Chandra wondered if she would be worthy of a new team after leaving her team in Vacuo. She claimed it was because she couldnt stand the kingdom. The people of Vacuo already had it pretty bad. That coupled with Chandra's immense need to flee her past for some reason. Her team couldn't understand. It was all about protexting the kingdom and honor. Where was the honor in defending a wasteland?

She shook her head. She had this conversation with herself everyday. She tended to dwell on it, and grimm killing was always the perfect fix. Well that and drinking, but she tried not to let that become a problem. So far being successful in those endeavors.

Chandra heard a ruckus in the village and rushed in to investigate. Chandra clearly heard the sound of grimm and payed there were no people here. As she got closer she heard a woman. "Shitshitshitshitshitshitfuck" she mumbled with each step, bursting into a full sprint. "Please be a huntress." She mumbled, not sure if she would get to the scene in time to save them.

She burst into the clearing taking out the closest grimm with a solid punch. She kept the momentum as she moved to the next. The woman she heard was indeed fighting the grimm. A woman in yellow with long blonde hair.

Fresh Embers

Chandra had done it, She had left Vacuo and started a new life in Vale. Her dream was coming true. Now all she needed to do was smash the grimm population into the ground, take out an early retirement, and live to a ripe old age. The hellscape of Vacuo behind her, and a home she was renting in Vale, everything seemed alright.

It was never that easy, was it?

On crisp afternoon in the forests south of Vale, Chandra had taken a bounty on a bunch of grimm nestled in an abandoned town there. She needed rent, and she was happy to help clear out the town so people could go back to living there. Confident she could take the weaker grimm out by herself, she set off. She arrived to her destination without much fuss, and began staking out the town, in an attempt to see how many grimm were there, and decide her approach.

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[kakouleuthem]

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[caeruleum-feniks]

@burningdragon

He was completely caught off guard by Yang flipping them around so now she was on top of him. But he should have expected it. Yang could be quite competitive when it came to certain things. Apparently sex was now a competitive thing too. Huh...go figure. But he didn't resist and he let her have her way as he reluctantly obliged and aided her in removing his boxers. His member pretty much sprange to life and appeared to swell even further the more he gazed upon on the attractive blonde. He intertwined his fingers with hers and gently pulled her in for a gentle kiss. All the while as he rubbed his manhood against her entrance. He wanted her. He wanted her badly.

"Somebody is a little wet." he teased her.

Closed starter with @caeruleum-feniks

“Ah- shit!”

The fingers of Yang’s left arm curl into a tight fist, the blonde squeezing her eyes closed and hissing through gritted teeth. The phantom pains were hard to get used to, the frequent reminder of her own loss. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted to be thinking about at the market, looking for last minute supplies before boarding the Argus Limited, but here she was.

“Sorry- it happens, sometimes.” She sheepishly explains, pulling her sleeve down more and curling the offending limb in on herself, letting her focus zero in on finding what they had been looking for. What had they been looking for again? She couldn’t remember, not with the shooting pain that had yet to even fade that was quickly climbing up and over her shoulder. 

Training with her father had certainly helped. She had gotten used to fighting with it, with using it as a proper arm and not just some flimsy excuse for the real thing. But the fact of the matter was that it wasn’t real, her body was still trying to understand what had happened, and while this helped, it hadn’t completely adjusted yet. She hadn’t adjusted, yet.

The blonde worries her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down until blood is drawn just to try and keep her mind off of it and her gaze away from Ray, who she was certain was worried at the moment.

[kakouleuthem]

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[caeruleum-feniks]

@burningdragon

He sighed in relief at Yang's comment. He was afraid that him being honest and a little more personal might scare off the typically fearless Huntress in training.

"You, uhh, you think so? I was afraid I might scare you off or I was going to make you very comfortable." he admitted. "Obviously I don't talk to very many girls my age. Much less a Huntress in training." he admitted.

Pre-plotted starter with @caeruleum-feniks

“I think you may be the only person in this school more reckless than me.”

Yang’s words are meant to be a jest, but even the light tone does little to cover up the concern that hides underneath. With a delicate touch- one she only employs in moments like these- she dabs the damp rag on Ray’s face, doing her best to clean it without causing him too much pain. Her eyebrows seem perpetually knitted together during the process, the precision she attempts to achieve would make one think she’s performing surgery. But, in reality, she’s just so damn mad that she wasn’t able to help. Even if she wasn’t there, even if she was miles away, there must have been something she should have done better! Not like the words would ever pass her lips, though. No, instead they would burn like fire in her veins, the hot regret being channeled into the pinpoint accuracy of her mediocre first-aid. There’s so much she wants to say, so much she needs to say, and yet none of it would sound quite right.

“What even happened out there? I know you, Ray, you’re better than this. Did someone slip up? Slack off? I swear, just give me a name and I’ll-”

A breath. She let her emotions get ahead of her, she knows this, but it’s just too hard. Yang’s anger flows like molten gold and she’s never wanted it any other way. If someone’s mistake led to Ray getting hurt the way that he did, though, she would certainly ensure that it was a mistake that would never be repeated.

[caeruleum-feniks]

@burningdragon

"Hmm..." he pondered her question as he took his chin in his fist pensively. "Well how can I describe them?" he muttered to himself. "Okay. They're red. A fierce and intimidating red. Like a blood red moon, if you have ever seen one, they're ominous." he said as he proceeded to try his best to describe her semblance powered eyes to her. "But at the same time, there's something...kinda beautiful about them. A sort of elegance. It's almost like somebody took said blood red moon and crystalized it." he continued before stopping when he felt his cheeks redden.

"I'm sorry! Was that too personal or too descriptive? I know that all sounded pretty sappy."

"You ever seen yourself in the mirror when your eyes are red?"

Yang had never thought about that before... she hadn’t ever seen them, but she’d never wondered before. How different were they? Usually, whenever the situation called for such a reaction, she never paused to ask.

“I dunno! Normally I’m too mad to do anything but fight whatever pissed me off so much. Maybe next time it happens, you can describe it to me!”

[theashen-fox]

It had been less a question of proving himself to others and more a question of proving to himself whether he was capable of doing anything good, being a good person despite what both his people and humans said. To the Faunus of Northern Anima, he was an outcast, a scapegoat. To humans—well, the racist ones, at least—he was barely capable of intelligent thought. An animal. To say nothing of how his uncle had raised him. And on top of that, his Semblance was the ability to incinerate anything he touched or got near.

He shook these thoughts off when Yang jumped down from the tree, then asked for him to follow. Ash nodded, then jumped down, landing with practiced ease. In the light, his pale skin was more pronounced, the dark circles beneath his eyes spoke of many nights spent wide awake with minutes, maybe an hour or two of sleep at most—just enough to stay alive—and the yellow eyes themselves were bloodshot, darting in the general location of even the most innocuous of sounds. Basically, he looked like a paranoid wreck, despite his apparently calm demeanor everywhere else on him.

@burningdragon

@burningdragon

Ash was one of those students. Everyone knows the type: the type that stands out but tries their damndest to blend in. While his grades in Beacon were quite good—not “prodigious”, but definitely good—he rarely ever spoke in classes, be it to ask questions or even whisper to other students. He just sat in the back, away from everyone else, even his own Team. This was evident even during lunch periods and between class hours. Any chance he got, he would slink away to a secluded spot in the courtyard with several trees, sit beneath one or climb up into one, and just read for a while. In some ways, he was like Blake, as Yang might have observed. However, unlike Blake, he made next to no effort to interact with others unless absolutely necessary, whereas she at least made an effort. He had heard the whispers among the nastier students that circulated—phrases like “what a creep”, “I heard he put some kid in the hospital…” “don’t get too close, I think he likes to carry knives,” and “why the hell are we letting him stay here? How do we know he’s not with the White Fang?” were among his personal favorites. The last one, he was often tempted to actually attack people for; if they knew how much he hated the White Fang, they’d know just how damn wrong they were.

Ash never expected to hear anyone approach his “sanctuary.” Hardly anyone ever came here, and when they did, they usually left rather quickly. So, deciding to adopt his more snarky persona, he said from his place in the branches, “Freak show’s closed, I’m afraid. Come back tomorrow, kiddo.” This had been his standard go-to phrase to tell potential bullies to piss off, but with Yang, odds were pretty good she wouldn’t get it.