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"Hey...headmaster....you doing okay?"

‘ Hmm -- niveous skin, veins-- utmost peculiar.. ’

#i'm not sure you tell me kiddo #inquiry adjourned #russbus6969

shindera:

>:(

(:)

#relaaaaaaaaaaaaaax #i'm only reinstating your role.#critically #i mean no harm whatsoever #lighten up wouldn't you? :v #shindera

:)

#cinder dear!!#how marvelous to see your shining. broken face again!!#how is the bitch's doll doing?? well??#still fidgeting with that one arm???

horrificmemes

Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react.

#[ i say lurking #but then this catches my immediate attention and initial reaction ]#inquiry #tbd

peachbloods

its best to just stay away

#Proverbs retold for the ages [ Quotes ]#Physique and Physiognomy of a Charismatic Gentleman [ appearance values/features ]#blood tw #gif #animation

gotkillerquotes

I turn children into killers.

David Berkowitz, “Son of Sam” (via gotkillerquotes)

#Proverbs retold for the ages [ Quotes ]

KOCCHI WO MIRO *explodes

#[ this isn’t atlas’s atom bomb that i purchased on Ebay #now how will I rebuild and conquer a new kingdom? ]#synthesizebeing

I've learned that Nipoz is best dad, i already knew that the dark side can be fun but you make it more fun, and that you can threaten someone with a potato & if you scary enough it can work

meme

why start with a potato when you can use sweet potatoes instead? they’re sweet, hence less likely to be suspected of a murder weapon.

#inquiry adjourned #query stabilizer: meme #[ i'm so proud of my creations #i love my sons and daughters #if only i had a wife to also handle all this tediousness as a parental figure ]#caelumcxiv

if qrow’s semblance is misfortune imagine if his semblance affected summer in her mission, and thus was the result of her death.

#o o c #rwby 4 spoilers #[ this combats with another theory but this one may be possible as well ]#[ another reason why qrow adopts chronic alcoholism ]

" i need to speak with you. it's about certain ... questionable allies, at best. "

The rhythmic symphony that dulls the screaming silence are fairly elongated black claws tapping their edges against flat, glass surface; the replica of what was once the headmaster’s desk, adorned greatly of blood-caked smears, unprofessional decorations of cracks and tarnish that stains the maple wood silhouette of the boundary separating yourself from the prodigal son: a resurrected outcast whom sought exceeding the expectations your humane side had none of, for he respected young Viktor greatly, found his presence warming as any other child adopted or registered student at Beacon academy. Ah yes, the prodigal son: another pawn impacting to your benefits of a dominating future, hellbent restricting freedom through every kingdom. Naturally, your morals questioned by many, so why should your plans be for naught, O’great and deceptive wizard, whom inhabits the bodies of others, and fleshes their souls ‘til the hollow shell relinquishes control under your underlying, manipulative grasp. O’fare wizard, why must you sink so low as to seek control, selfishly ruling for the sake of your diabolical or heartless plans? Your unruly acts shall be a detrimental flaw in this universe, the universe you were sworn ensuring the protection of; a king without his crown, whom now wishes to reclaim it even in death. A graceful gesture of an unoccupied waving palm beckons the young corpse over to seat himself atop gothic-styled maple, aged for centuries with worn and torn appearance. Steadily creeping claws unify betwixt the spaces that separates webbed phalanges, right index claw scrapes harmlessly across palebone complexion littered with pulsating deep violet veins. Intrigue quirks a brow upon half-lidded, sly-smirked canvas.

“Come, sit.” You instructed. “Speak your mind, youngling; you claim our ‘allies’ have shown betrayal, and that I shall not tolerate, not one bit. Thankfully, you are one of the rarest bunch who shows worthiness of my trust; you are my eyes and ears, after all.”Deathly chills as your voice could rattle one’s bones with the gentle, reverberating tone of echos that one can hear within the cavern, as ominous as the shadow lurking beyond the grave; a poltergeist harvesting one’s sanity, taunting him forevermore.

#inquiry adjourned #[ these have mini-theories along with how ozpin could potentially be manipulating oscar to the point of him succumbing to ozpin's control a #maybe that's the underlining tone of the scenario? who knows ]#serrebry

♗ i'msorryrexoNLYIFYOUWANT

Meme | Accepting