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Self-Promo

Hello! I seem to have a very weird idea in mind, so let’s try to make it a reality, shall we? Since those kinds of promos go around much faster than the usual ones, I would like to ask you to Like and/or Reblog if you would like to interact with an Independent, Selective, mostly iconless Roleplay Multimuse for the RWBY girls of their respective series, but with a dark twist of a little bit of GRIMM fate (get it, cuz they are hybrids now?…okay I’ll stop.). The Blog shall be Multi-verse and Multi-ship (for those mad lads who would want to.). Please and thank you for your attention!

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How it look. It’s just a dash icon….for something

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I should probably stop making blogs but I really REALLY wanna make a kinda-sorta Evil canon divergent as all hell Yang. Fml

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Self-promo!

Well hello there you beautiful people! My name is Shiro! nice to meet you all! I heard those types of promo’s travel around much faster and thus i decided to do this. I will make a proper promo later! So for now. Please, would you be so kind as to like and/or reblog if you would like to interact with an Indie and selective Canon-divergent Raven Branwen! My name is Shiro by the way! 

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                     “and i can hardly get myself out of her bed–                                  for fear of never lying in this bed again.                                        oh christ, i’m not that desperate. oh no –                                                                                                            oh god.                                                                                                                        …i am.”

                       indie/private/canon divergent qrow branwen rp. as flown by nev

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 ♚ ─── ;; “Fret not, 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇. It was but a simple misunderstanding.” Goddess would turn to place her hand upon head of kneeling form, otherɯorldlч eчes absent of any malice. “Words are tricky things, you see - what one means may not translate in the manner so meant, and so it was here.”

 ♚ ─── ;; Pale hand returns to fold behind back alongside other, 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 appearing upon witch’s veneer. “For now, however, it would be best to apologize. This is not someone I would like you to remain on ｉｌｌ ｔｅｒｍｓ with. 𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽?”

“I have a...distinct feeling it won’t matter. But...I will try, my lady.” He bowed a little, still confused about both things - the stranger’s hatred towards himself and his goddesses will to defend him. He was still too used to being alone, to do things on his own and ever tasks assigned to her. 

“I do like to apologize to you. It seems I brought you trouble. It is unfortunate.” He already heard Watts snarky comment about the situation and he didn’t like it one bit. Even if he knew she can deal with it without much issue (she always did) it didn’t stop the disappointment in himself from flowing. He always blamed himself. So he simply didn’t notice the bias this stranger had against him. For once he stopped laughing completely. 

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Self-promo!

Well hello there you beautiful people! My name is Shiro! nice to meet you all! I heard those types of promo’s travel around much faster and thus i decided to do this. I will make a proper promo later! So for now. Please, would you be so kind as to like and/or reblog if you would like to interact with an Indie and selective Canon-divergent Raven Branwen! My name is Shiro by the way! 

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𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄.

bold. always / usually applies. italic.  only applies situationally / sometimes.

𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. arms  crossed  on  chest.     crossing  legs.    fist-like  gestures.  pointing index  finger.    karate  chops.     stiffening  of  shoulders.   tense  posture.   curling  of  lip.     baring  of  teeth.

𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄. hand  to  face  gestures.    head  tilted.    stroking chin.      peering  over   glasses.     taking glasses  off  — cleaning.      putting  earpiece  of  glasses  in mouth.       pipe smoker  gestures.    putting  hand  to  the  bridge  of  nose.     pursed  lips.    knitted  brows.

𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐍. arms  crossed.     sideways  glance.     touching  or  rubbing  nose.     rubbing eyes.     hands  resting  on  weapon.     brows  rising.   lips  pressing  into  a  thin  line.   strict unwavering  eye  contact.     wrinkling  of  nose.

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. open  hands.     upper  body  in  sprinters  position.   sitting  on  the  edge  of  a  chair.  hand-to-face gestures.    unbuttoned  coat.  tilted  head.     slacked  shoulders.     droopy  posture.    feet  pointed  outward.      palms  flat  and  facing outward.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. hands  behind  back.     hands  on  lapels  of  coat.    steepled  hands.   baring  teeth  in  a  grin.    rolling  shoulders.     tipping  head  back  but maintaining  eye  contact.    chest  puffed  up.    shoulders  back.    arms  folded  just  above  navel.

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘. chewing  pen  or  pencil.    rubbing  thumb  over opposite  thumb.     biting  fingernails.     hands  in  pockets.    elbow  bent.     closed  gestures. clearing  throat.   “ whew ”  sound.      picking  or  pinching  flesh.     fidgeting  in  chair.     hand covering  mouth  whilst  speaking.     poor  eye  contact.   tugging  at  pants  whilst  seated.     jingling  money  in pockets.     tugging  at  ear.    perspiring  hands.    playing  with  hair.   swaying.     playing  with  pointer or marker.     smacking  lips.   sighing.   rocking  on  balls  of  feet.     flexing  fingers  sporadically.

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. short  breaths. “ tsk ”  sounds.   tightly  clenched  hands.    fist-like gestures.   pointing  index  finger.     running  hand  through  hair.    rubbing  back  of  neck.    snarling.       revealing  teeth.   grimacing.     sharp-eyed  glowers  with  notable  tension  in brows.     shoulders  back  , head  up   -   defensive  posturing.    clenching  of  jaw.  grinding  of teeth.    nostrils  flaring  / heavy  exhales.

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“I am not worthy of being defended by you, my goddess.” Confused scorpion Faunus noises. He mutters those words under his breath, clearly not very happy about the fact that he managed to put his beloved idol in conflict with someone by....seemingly just existing. 

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@dispetal Meets the Scorpion

“Kids these days are quite scary. So much talent, so much energy! I am almost moved to tears.” The man giggles intensely, looking at the scythe-wielder fighting not too far away from the cliff he positioned himself on. Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for her. His queen, his goddess has given him clear instructions on what to do. She must be alive. Must be in one piece. And from what he saw before him, the possibility of her remaining as such dwindled by the second seeing how she was practically swarmed by the grim. His goddess will forgive him. He hated when ANYONE dared to take his pray before him. The man cackles, as he jumps from his sitting place, landing right beside the Rose. How did Torchwick call her again?

“Little red, little red, I see trouble comes your way quite regularly.” Nothing funny in his words and yet he continues to cackle from the sounds of his own voice and the reaction of the girl to his appearance. However, before she can even react, he leaps forward and cuts down one of the grim attacking this “little red”. He has the chance to take her right after. He’d like her to fight first! “Separated from your dear friends, aren’t we? How saaad.” he turns around, letting his new tail do the work for him. Grim almost avoid him seeing how he shines with his usual happiness. What a madman.

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Starter call? 

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(insp)

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"Oi. You in the trench coat." A voice sounded behind the man. And a pair of deep, burning, red eyes were watching. "Lookin' for a beast around here? Have yah seen anythin'?"

Unprompted || Always Accepting!

“Oh, goody! A mysterious figure decides to show up!” The man spins around to face the position from which the red eyes were staring. He sniffed the air slightly, he didn’t see almost anything, really, but he did HEAR everything. He blinked, crouching a little bit, just a force of habit for the sake of defending should this one attack. 

“Unfortunately. No beasts in the area. A pity, really. A reeaaal pity.” He didn’t sound like he found the ordeal to be a pity. The yellow-eyed man tilted his head to the side, almost trying to observe the one speaking to him. Truthfully, though, he was listening. A good sound. Big sound. The person was rather impressive in height. How curious.

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Starter call? 

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Tyrian, what do you feel about the discrimination Faunus are subjected too by humans? Has it ever been a issue on your mind? Have you ever been in the white fang or wanted to join at any point in your life?

Unprompted || Always Accepting!

“Discrimination? Ah, yes yes, Something about that did happen. I never was much of a fighter, not before my goddess took me in. People are rather scared of the scorpions, spiders and all of those types, you see. More than any other Faunus. We don’t have fluffy tails or cute ears.” He laughs, but the laughter brings with it hints of some deeper emotion with it. Something from the past. He continues though 

“Only stings with poison and legs...and webs. You know. I never really cared. Too much time spent trying to stay alive. Now? Everyone will be “equal” in what my goddess plans!” The excitement in his voice as he ends his speech is self-evident. Ah, but there’s another question in need of answering. “I never joined that lot. I did have plans to go to them. Eventually. But it never led to that. And here we are now.” The giggles became only stronger as he continued his last sentence, the smile spreading across his face. 

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                           THIS’LL    BE    THE    DAY    WE    WAITED    FOR–!

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@grxmmwxtch Goddess is here!

His scorpion tale swishes around almost excitedly, as the usual grin dawns on his face. He is unable to contain the joy of seeing his one and only goddess. The saviour of his in flesh. He leans forward, almost bowing. 

“Ah, my goddess! Good news, yes, good news! I am on track. I will find the other maidens soon. Very soon!” He loves pleasing her. Loves giving her news that can bring her joy. He does not deserve her praise, but she deserves his full devotion. As it always was. And always will be.