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@believinghrt-blog
hiya, caecilia here with another blog ! i am willing to rp just about any genre and any length. THIS BLOG WILL FEATURE DARKER THEMES, PLEASE BE CAUTIOUS. I love meeting new people and, while i’m a mutual only blog, i will still take a look at all who follow me.
like or reblog this if you’d like to rp with Blake Belladonna from RWBY !!
* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS Send me a NUMBER for your muse to :
001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse. 003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object. 005. — Throw something large at my muse. 006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm. 018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood. 029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.
i decided to make a new promo bc i’m tired of my old one.
please like or REBLOG this if you’re interested in roleplaying with a selective & private CHARIOT DU NORD from Little Witch Academia !! I am a mutual-only blog, though i will definitely look at everyone who gives me a follow ! I am multiship, multifandom and OC friendly ( though selective with OCs ). Thank you for your time !
written by caecilia
ALTERNATE RWBY VERSE
♦ ∵ *ﾟ「ᵃᵐᵇᶦᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᶦᶰᵉˢ ᵇʳᶦᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ」verse 3.5
chariot is a huntress-in-training attending atlas academy. she’s a first year student with a ton of ambition and excitement. she uses the same weapon as the other rwby verse. she loves the stars and outer space, but she also loves helping people. she’s impulsive, but makes up for it in her kindness and willingness for improvement.
✦ dragon fist
❝ i dunno , missions with us get PRETTY exciting PRETTY quickly , if y` get what i mean. ❞ professor oobleck would agree ( even if the situation was different at the time. ) limbs rise up so that hands met behind her head , torso tilting off to one side so she could stretch. small in stature. bubbly in nature. it was like staring at RUBY , except with a tinge more self control. ❝ y` think so ? i dunno , DRAGON FIST just has that ring to it , yeah ? eh , but that’s neither here nor there. ❞
“ the more exciting, the better. i used to be quite the huntress back when i was your age-- ” goodness, now she really was sounding old. . . but it was true. chariot du nord got wrapped up in lots of exciting adventures with the one teammate that stuck with her after graduation. if only she could delve into those stories; how wonderful it’d be to share her adventures with the blonde. “ i think you should choose whatever makes you happiest. i had-- s-someone i went to atlas with-- she gave herself a nickname. shiny chariot. ” she had stumbled over the sentence as it had tumbled from her lips before she could even stop herself. way to go, chariot.
✦ yang
❝ i …… wait , EXAM ? there’s an exam !? ❞
“ er. . . yes ! i mentioned it in class today. . . it’s on thursday. you still have a couple days, but it’s better to prepare early. ”
it was the feeling of a powerful presence, one unrivaled by any she had ever felt before. it was horrifying, the suspicion that something terrible was looming about. it was enough to make her stop dead in her tracks, breath frozen inside her lungs, the speed of her heart picking up to a rather high speed. what was the cause of this ? her palms grew moist and she coiled her hands into fists, drawing her arms into her body. it was the only movement she could manage. it was odd, she usually had the fight reaction in fight or flight. but she was completely frozen with fear and uncertainty. and she wasn’t even aware of the culprit.
after what seemed like an eternity, she slowly peered over her shoulder, cherry-colored irises searching the area for something-- anything. as her mobility was slowly gained, her body followed her head and she turned completely, clammy fingers grasping at the wand at her side.
“ who’s there ? ” called a dry, almost trembling voice as her attempt to keep her voice calm utterly failed. so much for putting on a brave front. . .
@creatordeath
✦ yang xiao long
❝ the stars ? er ….. i know that alpha canis majoris is the brightest star in th` sky —– what , i paid attention in class. kind of … ❞
“ yes, that’s correct, however that won’t help you pass the exam. . . if you need extra help, i’d love to assist. there’s no shame in admitting you need it. ”
“ yang, what do you know about the stars ? ” asked the astronomer curiously, body facing the window, though head turned towards the student.
@celicv
✦ yang xiao long
probably not much of a comparison when the only teachers you really saw on a daily were professor oobleck and professor port —– still , the huntress did nothing more than state FACTS. a hand rises so that digits could scratch at the back of her head ; welcoming students ( and possibly even teachers ) was something more aligned with the schnee heiress. knowing the dragon , TROUBLE was probably bound to plague someone guided by her hand.
❝ oh , right ! sorry teach —– YANG XIAO LONG. huntress in training , slayer of grimm and wielder of the dragon fist —— its a patent pending ; still working on the name. ❞
what a fiery spirit this one was. it almost reminded her of one of the students she knew back at shade. ursula offered the blonde a delighted grin, crimson irises that matched the hue of cherries shimmering brightly. beacon certainly seemed much more chaotic than shade had been. if all of the students were this outgoing and friendly, she knew she would have the time of her life here. “ it’s nice to meet you, yang. ” she giggled. “ i think it’s very creative ! i hope to help you along on your journey of becoming a huntress. perhaps i can accompany you and your team on a mission sometime. ” that was if astronomers were even allowed on missions. . .
hi my name is caecilia and i change my format every single day lmao
✦ welcoming committee
wait did she say professor ? as in teaching at BEACON professor ? brows slowly begin to crease towards one another ; CONFUSION weighing them down until she’s left staring at the female slack-jawed. an index rises to point towards the newer face before crown turned to look behind the blonde and back to the other. ❝ you …. you’re a teacher ! you’re a lot smaller than the rest of them are …. er , right ! professor ursula ! lemme be the first to say welcome to beacon , before y` know , someone like CARDIN or WEISS gets to you. ❞
‘ smaller than the rest of them-- ’ was that a compliment ? she wasn’t exactly sure how to take that, but she smiled anyway, glad that someone was willing to help her. the campus seemed much bigger than shade’s ( though even though she claimed to hail from there, there was something much more proper about her person- definitely not the attire of someone from shade ), so she was admittedly very lost. “ oh, well thank you ! i’m very excited. it seems much different than what i’m used to. uh, what did you say your name was again ? ”
✦ ???
❝ AND i’m guessing you must be new around here. you’ve got those same bug eyes my baby sister had the first time she set eyes on this place. that an` i can smell freshman fear. PFFFT . that’s a joke. ❞
@believinghrt
was it really that obvious ? she was filled with so many emotions, so perhaps it was. at least the other thought she was a STUDENT. it was nice to be thought of as young. “ i’ve just heard so much about beacon. i’m excited to be here. i’m actually a new professor transferring from shade academy. my name is ursula callistis you can call me professor ursula ! ”
If it resonates with you, let it flow through you. Listen to your heart. Listen to your soul.
You. Human. Awaken. // @abillionlittlethoughts (via abillionlittlethoughts)
i won’t be too active today given i have an 8 hour shift at work, but yall can go ahead and hit that heart for a starter for when i get home !!
just to let yall know, i always TRY to send memes if i’m going to reblog it from you. it’s just sometimes i can never find one that chariot would say, you know ? i just wanna let yall know that i do put forward effort into sending memes, especially if i’m going to rb it from u <3
Deep Ass Starters.
Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!
"What's holding you back?"
"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."
"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"
"Let me in sometime!"
"It's not that easy, you know."
"Help me understand."
"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."
"Why are you always so cold?"
"Why are you always so happy?"
"Are you really happy now?"
"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"
"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"
"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"
"It's a problem, I get it."
"This is all kinds of messed up."
"That's not exactly a good coping method."
"So what happened, with your parents, really?"
"What was your childhood like?"
"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."
"You were bullied? What for?"
"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."
"You can't just run away all the time."
"You can't just hide all the time."
"Are you still thinking about them?"
"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."
"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"
"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"
"You never talk about it, why?"
"How come you're so different around them?"
"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."
"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."
"What was your ex like?"
"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."
"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"
"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"
"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."
"Are you scared of being hurt?"
"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"
"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"
"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."
"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"
"You use people to make yourself feel better."
"I'm scared of being used again..."
"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."
"How long has it been since you lost them?"
"You're too attached."
"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."
"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."
"Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"
