CHANGE IT ALL .

i could do so much if i could just believe in me ✧ written by kenny

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pathetic. all of u

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whirledskies:

      he’s eager, far too much for his own good — or so, the old man had told him before. despite the warnnigs, he doesn’t give up just that easily, especially not this. elbows rest on the other side of the desk, his eye fixed on the blue gaze that rose up to look at him. now he got her attention, so that’s a personal victory for him, yes.  “ just askin’ if you’ve got some free time? y’know, i’m new with this kinda stuff, dust ‘n all, so i figured i could ask for help from someone who’s more than familiarized with it. ”

there’s a pause, in which he leans a little further forward and tilts his head to the side, putting on his best smile, “ i’m a quick learner, y’see. won’t take much of your time, yeah? ”

     and just as quickly as he had gotten her attention, he had lost it. disinterest painted the features of her face, the corners of her lips turning downwards into a frown. it’s not like she was oblivious; he was not the first to be interested in her, and he certainly would not be the last, as long as she wore her family name like a crown atop of her head. 

‘ can’t you see that i’m busy? ’ her tone is harsh, cold like winter and unrelenting like a blizzard. it’s not like she wasn’t flattered--she enjoyed being recognized for her exemplary skills, but she definitely did not have the time to deal with this. 

‘ and besides, why ask me anyway? i’m sure a professor would be more than willing to help you. ’ 

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RULES : share four songs / pieces of music that represent your muse. ( repost. don’t reblog. ) 

i. broken crown-mumford and sons : so crawl on my belly ‘til the sun goes down / i’ll never wear your broken crown / i took the road and fucked it all away / now in this twilight, how dare you speak of grace 

ii. holy-pvris : you put on a faith facade / think you’re holy when you’re not / i hate to break it to you, baby / but you’re simply lost / you can right all the wrongs just to feel you belong / but simply calling out sins don’t bring you closer to god 

iii. still sane-lorde : all work and no play, let me count the bruises / all business all day keeps me up a level / all work and no play, lonely on that new shit, yeah 

iv. ask yourself-foster the people : well you say that dreamers always get what they desire / well i found that the more i want, the less i’ve got / is this the life you’ve been waiting for? / or are you hoping that you’ll be where you want with a little more? / well ask yourself

tagged by : @doctrinate​ tagging : @thuskindlyiscatter , @amourade , @lotusunder ,  @etiolier , and anyone else who wants to do it !

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Send me a ship name and I'll build a mini-playlist of 5 songs for them.

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thuskindlyiscatter:

          ( @burdenedby ) ‘ & that’s how we ended up here. ‘ she’s almost timid ending her story, voice softening, trailing off as fingers tangle together in her lap. she watches the steam rise from her cup of coffee, following the trails & swirls before making eye contact with weiss once again. she hadn’t interrupted at all during the story & seemed to be entranced by the whole ordeal. ruby was glad she could at least end it with a somewhat happy ending, seeing as most of it came from a place of persistent melancholy. they’ve suffered enough tragedy already. ‘ we made it across anima. all of us. ‘

     she finds herself in a state of taciturnity during her partner’s tale. it’s unusual for her to be so quet, especially when talking to her; it was normal for her to commentate, interjecting with quips and her own personal remarks in between the younger’s rambles. yet here she was, unable to meet her gaze with her own ( something she’d begun to find herself to regret; ruby’s always had beautiful eyes, an exotic silver that she missed during their months apart ), eyes fixated on the creamy color of her coffee instead. ruby had been through a lot--more than the rest of them--but she was still here, moving onward and forward. and in this moment, she wonders, if this is why ozpin chose her to be the leader of their team instead of herself. 

‘ while i’m relieved that you all made it across alive... ’ she pauses, her eyes finally meeting ruby’s for the first time during their conversation. she desperately wants to reach out across the table, to hold her hand, to hold her. she couldn’t be there during their journey, but at least she could be the best partner she could be now. ‘ are you okay? you’ve been through so much recently, and it doesn’t sound like you’ve really had a chance to rest. ’

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lotusunder:

          WITHOUT  HARDLY  ANOTHER  glance  towards  the  girls  in  front  of  him,  he  continued  to  scan  the  area  with  a  skeptical  gaze.  irritable  enough  as  he  was  from  being  away  from  his  main  place  of  residence  for  so  long,  what  patience  he  had  left  had  dwindled  to  nothing.  the  festivities  and  noise,  people  and  eagerness  all  around  were  all  cause  for  annoyance,  and  keeping  his  composure  as  team  leader  was  a  completely  draining  task.  only  after  another  moment  of  deliberating  on  the  sight  ahead  did  he  turn  to  acknowledge  what  confrontation  had  just  been  tossed  his  way.  ❛  YOU  HEARD  me.  they  say  first  impressions  are  the  most  important,  so  i  suggest  you  make  it  count.  ❜

     yet these were the very things that she adored about the vytal festival: the people, the food, the sheer amount of planning to make this celebration come to life. joy bubbled within her ( an odd sensation, really--she’s much more used to feeling quite the opposite ), excitement growing as the tournament grew closer. it was incredible, she thought, that the kingdoms could come together like this, in peace, to commemorate their unique cultures.

     so it’s only natural for her to get so defensive: a hand placed on her hip, icy eyes gleaming with determination. she was tenacious; she would not let go of this one easily.

‘ of course we’ll make it count! beacon is a prestigious academy, after all. ’

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lycaena:

          perhaps  it  was  the  GUILT  that  deafened  her  first  .  she  had  known  it  too  well  since  her  teeth  first  set  in  ,  but  she  was  never  so  accustomed  to  its  raucous  ,  nagging  tone  .  it  was  incessant  now  ,  and  she  welcomed  it  .  she  was  a  girl  back  then  ,  something  MONSTROUS  here  and  now  ,  and  the  shame  would  not  wait  for  her  to  expire  any  longer  .  she  had  far  outgrown  her  teeth  since  .

          and  perhaps  it  was  too  girlish  to  dream  of  losing  teeth  together  ,  reverting  back  to  a  pup  and  nestled  safely  with  her  denmate  .  weiss  means  no  vitriol  ,  aylen  is  more  than  aware  ,  but  her  words  were  still  bitter  all  the  same  .  a  proper  response  is  stubborn  in  her  throat  .  she  swallows  it  instead  ,  poor  gaze  flitting  and  UNSATISFACTORY  in  every  perceivable  way  .          ‘    ah  ,  i        i  don’t  quite  understand  what  you  mean  …    ’

          so  ,  perhaps  she  was  still  a  girl  after  all  :  silly  and  dreaming  and  all  too  unsure  .

     and she had been growing, too, like myrtle and aster sprouting out from under the ashes of who she once was. she sought for days completely and only for herself now, no longer willing to live under her father’s patriarchal control. she was not his doll, not to be played and toyed with how he desired in their delicately fabricated doll’s house. 

     yet she was simply just doing that: growing. spring’s sun and summer’s warm rays do not happen overnight. they take time, weeks or months even, in a gradual process. she had only begun to thaw from her more gelid ways, a part of her still clinging onto wintry habits. 

‘ well, you no longer work with them. you’ve changed--for the better, i might add. yet cinder hasn’t; she’s still trying to destroy remnant. and that’s what makes her despicable. ’

     forgive her, for she’s still learning how to bloom. 

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thuskindlyiscatter:

     she perks up & meets her partner’s gaze with a surprised sort of expression, one that quickly shifts into an incredibly warm smile, acceptance of the invitation prefaced with a fervent nod.

          ‘ yeah, sure !! geez, i don’t think i’ve painted my nails since i was, like … ten. ‘

     she shifts over, inviting her partner a place to sit as her fingers dance through her extensive collection. it was rare they got to spend time like this; alone, hanging out like they were normal teenage girls on a friday night. but she was ahead of her assignments and had finally caved into the younger’s never-ending persistence--a reward for her leader, if you will. 

‘ it’s been that long?! i hardly go longer than a week without painting my nails. ’ she falls taciturn for a moment, trying to decide which color she would adorn this week. ‘ well? what color do you want? ’

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     with a bottle of polish in hand, she glances up towards the other girl, her usual gelid gaze softer than normal, like the ice in her heart had been melted away by the soft rays of springtime sun. 

‘ do you want me to paint your nails, ruby? ’

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what flowers do you associate with weiss and why

from: ask meta about my muse // always accepting!

there are a few flowers i associate with weiss and i'll explain why. 

the first two flowers are myrtle and aster, simply enough, because when the names of these two flowers are combined, they form myrtenaster, which is the name of weiss’ weapon in canon. i don’t know if their symbolism really matches up with weiss perfectly; myrtle flowers represents love, yet asters represent patience, and more importantly, elegance and daintiness, which fit weiss more. 

i also associate gladiolus flowers with her, considering they represent strength of character and honor, two very important things to her character. snapdragons could also work in this aspect, since they represent strength and graciousness. 

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now that i finally watched rwby i can say you are a wonderful Weiss and have given her character so much life with your portrayal it's hard not to think of your blog when seeing her. You manage to balance her good parts and flaws eveb better than the actual canon. I especially love the details you put in her speech i just... I LOVE WEISS AND I LOVE /YOUR/ WEISS

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arceint:

it’s a strange feeling .      after all the months team rnjr had been gone ,   all the hardships they’d endured together ,   all the change they’d undergone alongside one another   …    it was comforting to see someone familiar .    someone from eight months ago who seemed to still be the same as they were back then  ( if weiss’ icy demeanour was anything to go by ,  at least  )   ,  before he and his remaining teammates joined forces with ruby .   so much had changed since then ,   and here she was ,   the girl whom he had so affectionately dubbed  ` snow angel `  ;   the girl he had endlessly flirted with at beacon academy  ;    the girl he had been so desperate to date .

and now  …  here they were ,  together ,   alone  ,   yards away from their campsite .

the old him would’ve been red as a tomato just thinking about it ,    spluttering left and right ,   one big bundle of nerves and cheesy pick - up lines .            but now ?         now he could honestly say that he didn’t feel a thing .     except for ,  maybe ,   EMBARRASSMENT   (   during their time abroad the other members of rnjr had taken it upon themselves to break the news to the boy   -   his beloved ice queen did not return his feelings  &  likely never would  )   .

              ‘     oh ,   um   -   y’see ,  i just wanted to ,   uh ,     well  ,   apologize .      you know ,  for   …   before ;    back at beacon .      ruby told me how you felt about the flirting and i just   -   i - i wanted to say that i’m sorry .    i didn’t realize it was making you uncomfortable ,   and i just  …  thought it would be best to talk to you about it  alone .   just us   …        er ,    a - ahem .       pyrrha  …  pyrrha once told me that i should just  …   be myself .    and i realize now that i should’ve done that from the start .       soooooo  …    i guess what i’m trying to say is that i hope we can still ,  ah   …   be friends ?     o - or just    -   if you want   -    do a do - over ?    y’know   -   start fresh  .    ’

     but she too had changed: a metamorphosis of sorts, occurring under hidden wraps. she was a different girl than the one who strutted into beacon academy, self-righteous and ignorant, all those months ago. being away from the icy claws of her father, forced into isolation because of his ways, had opened her eyes up to the real world: she saw how people suffered, yet how much they could love, too. for the first time, she saw the true imperfections in their world, not the ones preached by the atlesian upper echelon, like prophets worshiping a falsified god. she knew how men like her father ( how despicable he was, only ever using people--even his own children--for his own personal benefit ) perpetuated these struggles, and how she desperately wanted to change them. 

     a long time ago, she could not recognize the girl who stared back at her when she looked in the mirror. now, she was proud of the girl who stared back. 

    so, who was she to hold this over his head? they had to work together now, as a team, if this small band of children had a glimmer of hope in winning in this war of light versus dark. 

‘ apology accepted, jaune. i wasn’t exactly friendly towards you either, so i think a fresh start is much needed. ’

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thuskindlyiscatter:

          ‘ sorry, sorry ! ‘ she stifles an excited giggle behind her hand as weiss shushes her, still bouncing in place as an explanation was started. ( honestly, she looked like one of those wind-up toys after it’s run into a wall but still has the energy to move. ) even in the middle of a battlefield - what wasn’t a battlefield these days ? - ruby could always find the excitement in a situation. & how could she not in this situation specifically, after seeing such a bizarre, yet impressive, power ?

     however, the control over her excitement is quite weak. simply hearing that this summoning had been part of her partner’s semblance all along left her jaw hung open in awe. ‘ that’s your SEMBLANCE ?! ‘ she exclaims, only to slap a hand over her own mouth a second later. she shoots an apology to weiss with her eyes, then takes a deep breath before continuing. her excitement hasn’t necessarily dimmed, though she’s considerably quieter. 

          ‘ why did you tell me you could do that ? that’s so awesome, weiss ! you - you summoned your own grimm ! how much better can you get ? wait —- okay, so if you can summon grimm, can you only do one at a time, or does it work with a bunch at once, too ? ‘ she interrupts herself with a sharp gasp, then continues with a much softer murmur, eyes sparkling with her epiphany. ‘ grimm army. you. could make. a grimm army. ‘

     she knew she should consider herself fortunate in some regard: for her entire life, she was better at most things compared to the average person, just as long as she put in a little effort. it didn’t matter what it was, whether it be for her studies or for her performances ( performances she never really wanted to perform in, mind you--she was always more enamored with how her sister lived, idealizing the life of a huntress that she pursued. how boring it was, she once thought, to just sing pretty on a stage ), she could always excel if she very well chose to. but her semblance was different; summoning was a difficult beast for her to tame, refusing to yield to her control. she yearned for that control, disappointment and resentment bubbling up in her like a tea kettle ready to explode. 

‘ well, it’s a part of it--every schnee who possess the semblance are able to summon. ’ a statement she once never believed in--she had been thoroughly convinced that genetics did not bless her with this aspect of her divine family curse. ‘ it’s hereditary, unlike most semblances. ’ 

     she shoots her a glare at her exuberant responses, serving a silent reminder to the younger to simmer down. she shuffles her feet a bit, silence overcoming her for a brief second, unsure of how to voice these things to her. as amazing as summoning was to her, some insecurity in her abilities still lies present, vulnerable for all to see. 

‘ i didn’t tell you because i couldn’t summon for a long time. it... wasn’t until recently that i could successfully master it. ’

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amourade:

           ❛  yours truly is on an exciting one way trip to mistral!   ❜   the skirting around her reasons for her departure is virtually flawless, evasion being something of a perfected practice, a gleaming grin the only bit of her to be unaffected as she draws closer to her new companion.   ❛  i know it’s a little bit of a journey, but company always makes the time go by a whole lot faster!  ❜

     unfortunate for her, her newfound partner has quite the eye for detail. an eyebrow quirks up in response, her interest piqued; maybe she's not the only one who has secrets she prefers to hide. 

‘ well, yes, i agree, but--’ she falls silent, if only for a beat; after all, it’s important to have great tact. ‘ you still never answered my question. ’