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@chevaliermenteur replied to your post: ✋️���� all in short order no less
“Yes, I’m sad and I need my ego stroked, please send help.”
Π – ”You have a brilliant mind, you are incredibly kind and sweet, you always seem to know just what to do and say to make me feel better, you are wonderful, and I love you so much. I can always count on you and that means so much to me.”
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Chevalier and Philip (versailles)
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starsetdiva replied to your post: ren isn’t female, so he doesn’t go into heats, ( i...
I kinda think that speaking of ‘heat’ with faunus is probably something that they find offensive. like, its something in cheep porn
i could probably get behind that way of thinking, yeah. when i open anon again, if i get one of those i could imagine my muses responding by being offended.
chevaliermenteur replied to your post: ren isn’t female, so he doesn’t go into heats, ( i...
// faunus heat doesn’t make sense because faunus have human physiology except where noted and humans do not go into heat
this made a lot of sense to me. i’m also concerned with the concept somewhat because of the need to differentiate faunus from animals, and the thought of heats bring them several steps backwards.
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🎼- What part in a choir would your muse sing? Soprano (½), Bass, Tenor, or Alto?
I… think they actually covered this in an Always Open. XD Arryn’s a soprano, so Blake would be, too. Though I see her as second soprano–she’s not as high-pitched as Ruby, so she wouldn’t be hitting those higher notes.
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[The more the merrier my guy.]
#chevaliermenteur#[in whichever sense tbh]#[though one of those would have to wait for Sunday]#[three way cuddles though?]#[anytime]#{Burnt Out}#{Replies}#{Mobile}
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"Okay so am I a commodity to be traded around at beacon now?" Mikado sat, silent "Wait fuck that sounds really dirty."
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✋️👄🤝 all in short order no less
Π – squEAK S
Π – ”C-can I help you?”
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@chevaliermenteur replied to your post: ☯- Yep. She’s in a humor. Please leave a message...
He’s here and she’s wonderful!
☯- If he says so. Moon knows someone has to think that.
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🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation?
My Blake is bi all around, though she understandably leans more toward the feminine types.
💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship?
HELL FUCKING YES. Gimme poly RWBY any day. (It’s also something I’m doing in a private Discord RP so.)
💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?
One of the other ways is how close she’ll get to her SO physically. She still isn’t much one for touch, but she’ll get close as she can if she really trusts the person. If she lets them touch her and doesn’t flinch–even touches back–that’s her way of saying just how much she loves them.
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~HUG~
*forehead is now on shoulder. she now refuses to move*
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Attraction Meme
✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Sexual Attraction✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Romantic Attraction✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Crushing✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ | Squishing✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ | Sensual Attraction✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ | Aesthetic Attraction
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All Around Me Are Familiar Faces
Π – How many years had it been since she had been back in her home city? Too long, clearly. So much had changed. And yet in these now strange streets resided a feeling of familiarity and belonging. It was nice to be home. Now that she was home,she might actually be able to reforge her weapons properly. These replacements she had made in Atlas just were not cutting it. The balance was all wrong and it made using her semblance much more difficult than it had been before.
Π – But it was getting late. So she stopped in at a bar, trying to unwind before she headed back to her hotel room for the evening. She sighed softly, looking around the dimly lit bar. Some things never change, she supposed. She moved to the bar, sitting down at one of the empty seats and motioning for the bartender’s attention.
{ @chevaliermenteur}
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You know I gotta do that sweet, sweet Firewall.
Send me a ship and I will rate it:
notp / not really / meh / I could / sometimes / maker, yes / my otp babbies
and answer:
Who is the most affectionate?|| Jaune. Yang doesn’t do affection much and tbh it kind of weirds her out at first bc she’s not used to it.
Big spoon/Little spoon?|| Jaune curls protectively around every single girl he knows. Ever. This is not up for debate.
Most common argument?|| Dinner.
Favorite non-sexual activity?|| Clubbing. Yang likes watching him dance.
Who is most likely to carry the other?|| Jaune looks for literally any excuse he can find to pick her up and carry her around.
Nicknames?|| “J-Babe” “Succ”
Who worries the most?|| Yang is literally always worried about any relationship she’s in. Always.
Who tops?|| h a h a if you think Jaune doesn’t want to be dominant for the first time in his life T H I N K A G A I N
Who initiates kisses?|| Both of them.
Who wakes up first?|| Jaune is the most infuriating early bird Yang has ever known.
Who says I love you first?|| Jaune. Yang’s a little afraid of that word tbh
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Suit and Tie [Closed RP with Chevaliermenteur]
Starting from this ask.
Tittania didn’t often to go Vale; most of her time was spent in what was an empty arena at Beacon or one of the empty classrooms, training for her next encounter with Grimm...and while she didn’t know Vale well, she’d known enough to get to the airship dock, get to the one place that served really great Atlesian food, and then get back.
It just so happened that the store was on the way back, and she saw one fairly sharply dressed Jaune Arc pop out; she could feel her legs lock up. What...? She was frozen? Why did everything feel hot? This was ridiculous...!
Her eyes narrowed, and she continued to glare at the blonde, taking slower steps toward him, accented by stomps; the concrete beneath her gave way, cracking with every step. She was gazing at him like a hawk to it’s prey, outstretching her right hand to quickly nudge away the waving hand as though it were a fly, left hand reaching out to grab onto his tie.
Her eyes met his, and she continued to stare at him, completely silent.
“Your tie is crooked.” With a quick few tugs, she adjusted the fellow freshman’s tie before walking right on past, the same stoic expression on her face.
He certainly cleans up well...
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