clementine

♥ mistral's resident flower child ♥ ✿written by shelby✿

[rpmemeries]

❝30 texts to send to my muse:❞ | Sentence Starter

Warning(s): Alcohol

[ text ]: I woke up to a half empty bottle of cider on my dresser. I drank it and have no regrets. Morning.

[ text ]: I’d ask why there’s pictures of Kayne West all over my bedroom floor but I don’t actually want an answer at this point.

[ text ]: I can hear your life falling apart through the ceiling.  Shut up.

[ text ]: I just googled ‘Rarest Pepe’ and I’m crying.

[ text ]: I just brought the Spice Girls Greatest Hits.

[ text ]: I’ve had nothing to do all day so I’ve been learning the lyrics to ‘Trap Queen’.

[ text ]: Be proud of drunk me. I managed to only eat HALF of a large pizza this time.

[ text ]: We all got really drunk and communally agreed Bucky Barnes was a ‘cute little button babe’.

[ text ]: What a massive egotistical penis.

[ text ]: Does today require people clothes or can I just wear my pyjamas?

[ text ]: I’m certain he heard me shout and LOUDLY ‘nap time comes before pants time’.

[ text ]: I’m not responding to this because I have died. I’m dead. Dead people don’t answer texts.

[ text ]: I think I’m going to retire and become a hermit.

[ text ]: I want Lucky Charms.

[ text ]: I’m not surprised he didn’t show up. He didn’t arrange it.

[ text ]: I miss hugging you and smelling your hair (in a non-weird way!).

[ text ]: Why are you saved in my phone as ‘Prison Wife’?

[ text ]: I was in the middle of a check-up and the doctor quoted Jurrassic Park at me.

[ text ]: I replaced your apple juice with whiskey six months ago.

[ text ]: Why did you send me pictures of yourself dressed in all of my coats?

[ text ]: I’ve watched so much Peppa Pig I am reaching my point of insanity.

[ text ]: What a complete ball of Human-shaped trash.

[ text ]: You need to stop shouting about Communism in public places.

[ text ]: I was just legitimately asked if Human was a form of meat.

[ text ]: The Devil has a British accent.

[ text ]: You kept making train noises all night. Are you okay?

[ text ]: I just brought some muscle cream and I smell like a herb garden.

[ text ]: I think our neighbour may have gone rabid.

[ text ]: I realise we were joking at the time but are you considering a stripping career?

[ text ]: I don’t want to go out today. I’d rather wear wet socks all day.

[inboxstuff]

Send me a ☼ for a starter!

[al-jilani-asks-blog-blog-blog]

IF WE'VE NEVER RP'D TOGETHER send me a simple starter:

Friendly:

“You look a little lost. Do you need directions?” “That’s an awesome outfit.” “How’s the chicken? I can’t decide whether to order it or not.” “Excuse me, I think you dropped this.” “I don’t know a single person here…”

Flirty:

“Wow, I’ve never seen an angel before…” “You’re the hottest person in this place.” “I saw that. You just checked me out.” “Hey, can I get your number?” *wolf whistle*

Confrontational:

“You’re in my seat.” “What are you staring at?” “You just stepped on my toe!” “Who do you think you are?” “Keep it down, will you?”

Dramatic:

“Get down - he’s got a gun!” “Help, I need medical attention!” “Just kill me now!” “I need a ride! Please!” “Are you crazy? It’s too dangerous!”

[rpmernes-blog]

jealousy starters.

❛i don’t get what you even see in ____.❜

❛they’re not right for you, you know.❜

❛why do you keep staring at them?❜

❛you’re late. why are you coming home at 3 am? it’s someone else, isn’t it?❜

❛why do you always win?❜

❛hey – can you get off their dick for five seconds?❜

❛it’s almost like you’re dating them.❜

❛it’s almost like you married them.❜

❛you like them a lot, don’t you?❜

❛after all these years, i never thought i’d lose to someone like them.❜

❛chose between them or me.❜

❛me? JEALOUS?!….. HAHAHAHAHahaHAHAhAhahHA… yes.❜

❛me? JEALOUS? you’re out of your mind.❜

❛are you dating them or something?❜

[aranciodolce-blog]

//guess who has a shiny new theme, equipped with a brand new about page and a cute little list of rp rules~~

[aranciodolce-blog]

jauneymistletoe:

    He controlled his fear-forged instinct to stand in defense of her approach, and sat completely still (aside from his sporadically jumping heart) as she inched closer. His muscles reached a point of tension outside of the realm of imagination, up until her hand pressed against his back.     It was then, that his spirit could rest at ease, and it was then that the anxiety practically peeled off like an old scab. A scar would always remain, but her touch was the first step towards Jaune’s path of righteousness. 

    Accepting the question as given permission to speak, Jaune finally opened his lips for a few softly spoken words, hardly any louder than the gentle forest breeze.     ❛ Am I okay? I just assaulted you, nearly murdered you, and you ask if I am okay? ❜

   Clementine resisted the urge to chuckle at how ridiculous the situation really was once it was put into words. With a one-shouldered shrug, the witch replied, “Well, are you okay?” Sure, it was true that he had literally tried to kill her, but she always believed that the art of forgiveness was an important one, and at times Clem’s heart could be a bit too big for her body. With this in mind, the question remained.

   “You can tell me if you’re hurt. I’m a healer,” She mentioned, hoping that such a statement would help him to relax a bit. Her eyes trailed over to the pile of flowers that she had dropped earlier, making a mental note to pick them up before heading home, whether he was with her or not.

   Biting her lip, anxiously awaiting his reply, Clementine hoped that he wasn’t planning on acting out again. Sometimes giving people the benefit of the doubt is a bad idea...

[aranciodolce-blog]

//mun melts into a rwby induced coma

also yes i am alive just really really lazy lmfao

anyway if anyone wants to thread today feel free to let me know ♥ love u

[jauneybravo]

  He tried. The fledgling hunter truly fought to breathe. Now, he honestly wished to find his peace. There was something, however, pupeteering his will. A monstrous force that clenched his throat in a most suffocating manner. What was this? Magic? Was the witch stealing his air? Choking him?    No!   Jaune’s voice suddenly exploded into a frightening battle-cry. As if it wished to kiss the canopy above, the sharp blade raised within his trembling fist.  However, it did not end the life of an innocent. Instead, the steel found it’s place after being tossed aside toward the toughened earth underneath a monumentally sized tree.    The blond immediately released the other from his weight when he had risen and stepped away. Now pacing back and forth under the spotted shade of the great tree, he was able to wrest control of his lungs and his thoughts. Finally, he understood.     There was no magic, there was no trickery. The turmoil within and without had been created with no other catalyst than FEAR. Biting his knuckle, now brought to a standstill, he shut his eyes and bowed his head in shame. Only a few mere moments had overtaken them as they engaged. Yet, those moments seemed to maliciously multiply as he repeated the event in his mind.     He cursed his cowardice and weakness to fear, over and over. Of course, he cursed not only himself but the others as well. Those who spread deceitful and ill-conceived notions like a false plague. Those who found comfort in the hunting of that Witch. Those who wholly believed in the repulsive idea that killing this girl would bring about honor and glory.     The poor lad knew not whether the churning and tightening of his stomach had been caused by this repulsiveness, or the adrenaline. Either way he found his legs buckling beneath his weight, sending him backwards against the thick trunk of a tree where he then remained sitting. 

   Resting, collecting his thoughts, trying not to puke.    He wished to speak and apologize, perhaps even converse. But his lips would not open, his voice refused to explore to distance between he and the Witch. Jaune felt no right to speak.    Hell, the swordsman hardly felt a right to live.

[aranciodolce-blog]

     To say that she was confused when he tumbled off of her was an understatement. Clementine was so sure that he was going to kill her that she hadn’t even considered the fact that he might stop after coming so close. After taking a few moments to just collect herself and sort out her thoughts, Clem sat up and her eyes lead her to look at the hunter.

     Sat beneath a tree, his limbs shaking beyond anything that could possibly be considered healthy, his head in his hands-- for a split second, dare she say it, she felt bad for him. He had come just an inch away from taking her life and all she wanted to do was give him a hug. Clementine stilled for a few seconds, completely silent and unmoving, as she tried to decide what she wanted to do. Run and hide? Try to comfort him? Attack him? No, no, not attack. Remember the agenda.

     Rising to her knees, the witch shuffled the short distance over to his side and hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing slowly up and down, up and down, from the bottom of his shoulder blade to the base of his neck. 

     “Are you okay?”

[aranciodolce-blog]

ask britney spears, huh?

heheh.

[aranciodolce-blog]

alright, I know it’s not as good as kate’s drawing of clemmy but i really did try, i swear and i may have gotten lazy with the shading oops

i have a lot of issues with it so i’ll probably go back in later and fix it but as for right now it should be fine :D

[aranciodolce-blog]

x || @jauneybravo

     Biting her lip, Clementine couldn’t tell if he had actually heard her or not. She heard his breath hitch in surprise, but his confusion at her statement made her second guess him. “Never mind, maybe I’ll bring up the courage to talk to you about it later,” Clem grumbled, resting her chin on her left hand and toying with her daisy garter with her right.

[jauneybravo]

  ❛ Alright, seriously? You don’t have to try so hard to get my attention. I’m always listening to you, even if it doesn’t seem like it. ❜ Hands gestured with emotion, stressing the idea that yes, he can multitask. 

[aranciodolce-blog]

     “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I’m just so used to having to go out of my way to get you out of dreamland so you’ll actually hear me when I‘m talking to you.” Frustrated tears leaked down Clementine’s cheek and she quickly swept them away with the fleshy side of her right hand. Her and Jaune never had arguments. It had become pretty widely known that Clem considered Jaune the best friend she had ever had. Deep down, she knew that this wouldn’t have started if she hadn’t been so overly emotional, but God everything was just getting to her and the second she had wrongfully assumed he wasn’t paying attention, she exploded.

     This was never meant to come of what was originally supposed to be a little walk around Beacon to rant to her best friend about something that had been on her mind lately. I’m too deep in, now. He’s probably pissed. Offended. Oh, no...

     “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Sure, she had only said it twice out loud, but in her mind she was screaming it over and over again. I’m so, so sorry.

[aranciodolce-blog]

hi everyone, I swear I'm not dead! it's just a bit hard to be active since I've been working so much :(( to make up for my absence, here's a little clementine I drew in my school binder a few weeks ago <3 she looks a lil rough but ya know. I'm only fifteen so I can't say I'm like the worlds greatest artist or anything :p

[aranciodolce-blog]

|| @blackbirdalice-and-associates

     Running. The sound of her own feet pounding against the hard soil of the forest nearly made her ears ring, as it was the only thing she could hear for miles. Clementine could feel her thighs and calves pulsing, begging for a break, but she was determined to find the ursa first, defeat it, and therefore win the training simulation. 

     For this specific class activity, Professor Port had released the class into the woods in search of an ursa that was threatening the safety of the people in the city, and it wasn’t much of a surprise that Port turned this search and destroy into a competition for a bunch of teenagers. Whoever found the ursa first was rewarded extra credit, and extra credit was also rewarded to every student that aided in the killing of the creature.

     Clem was just getting ready to tap into her semblance, but she was a bit nervous considering it wouldn’t be very useful if the ursa was too far away, and she didn’t want to waste her aura. Before she could put any more thought into her internal debate, she came running full speed and smacked directly into another student, knocking them both off of their feet.

     Yelping in surprise as she hit the ground, Clementine scrambled to her knees to shuffle over to the other student.

     “R-Raven! I’m so, so sorry, I just lost my train of thought, and-”

     Her words were cut off by not just the rustling of leaves, but the ear splitting roar that came from the beast behind them. I was too loud. It found us. Shocked and at a loss for words, Clementine’s first instinct was to get Raven to safety. Shooting to her feet, Clem reached out and grabbed her classmate’s hand, pulling her up off of the ground and wasting no time stringing her bow.

[aranciodolce-blog]

mun is feeling extra lonely today so like for a starter!

[aranciodolce-blog]

Starter Call! (open to mutuals ♥)

     Clementine hadn’t been at Beacon for very long. The tournament was still a week or so away, but in her eagerness to travel away from Mistral and see the world for once, she had managed to slip away a few days earlier than the rest of her team. While exploring the large, pristine academy grounds, she allowed her mind to wander. Not knowing exactly how she planned on spending her time until her team flew in, Clem was just beginning to brainstorm some ideas to pass the time when her right foot stuttered and she tripped, tumbling directly into the water beside the walkway.

     Way to make a good first impression on the students here, Clemmy, her mind chastised her, and she realized that, to her dismay, her scroll had been in her back pocket. With a quick gasp Clementine completely disregarded the fact that she was sitting, soaking wet, in the water of a school she didn’t even go to, nearly crying over her scroll while trying to wipe it dry on her already wet shirt. “No, no, no, no, no,” She whined aloud to no one in particular, a frown swiping across her face.

[asksgames]

pastel asks

tangerine: your crush’s name apricot: favorite ice cream flavor  aqua: initials  auburn: favorite month azure: favorite type of flower blond: fuzzy or silky  violet: pastel or dark colors turquoise: favorite art work  sapphire: how many siblings do you have lavender: shampoo brand carnation: paper or plastic  cotton candy: favorite tv show cream: favorite blog champagne: least favorite fandom eucalyptus: green or purple emerald: hunger games or maze runner indigo: first pet lemon: vanilla or chocolate  baby pink: batman or superman