Scarlet Macaw

This water is too salty For me to even drink I’d rather walk the dreaded plank Than stay another week. Indie. Selective. Scarlet David.> Buckled by Shield

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                                          Oh, handsome man, can I ask you this?                             I know we’ve both been loved, and we’ve both been kissed–                               But when the hounds are sleeping and we’re ninety three,                                            Will you tell me the story of you and me?

                                                      Scarlet David. Team SSSN.                         Indie. Private. Selective. Headcanon heavy. Scarlet Macaw Faunus.

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@volarent​ asked:  gently picks scar up when he’s being a brat, and puts him somewhere else. / from sage.

   Avian squawks--the sensation of feet leaving the ground signalling the response of fight or flight. Scarlet squirms, legs giving an instinctive kick much like a rebelling child once flooring was no longer felt, but oh, how macaw knew companion and that in no timeline would he rise victorious. A last struggle before all goes limp, defeat admitted with nothing less than a pout and slack form more akin then to a rag-doll as Sage manipulates his position, and ultimately quiets previous snark. 

   Singular huff, and as soles of boots again find ground, sharp eyes narrow with dismay to being silenced.

   “Sage, c’mon! I had ‘em near eatin’ out ‘o the palm of my hand, the daft prick deserved a round kick ‘ta the face if you asked me--”

   Well, it worked for a minute, but poor Sage always was the one to get the brunt of speak from one often fearful to do so. How lucky for him.

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time of the season - ben taylor band

Has he taken any time To show you what you need to live

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@valianse​ asked:  " since you can learn any language when you grow up, if you raised a baby around dogs, and only dogs, would it bark ? "

   “--...What.”

   Scarlet finds himself at a complete LOSS--such a question of high-stakes catching him off guard, and leaving macaw to simmer with that wonder in mind. Would they bark? Would they understand at all what it was they were attempting to communicate? Or would they just copy the only sounds they grew to hear?

   Whatever answer may be, near instantly does an ache develop behind emerald eyes, and all Scarlet can seem to expel is a singular sigh.

   “You know, Arc, that’s a good question. One you should go ‘n ask your own teammates ‘bout.”

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all sun could do was laugh in response. a tongue sticks out to try and lick scarlet’s palm, leaning back before he could earn himself a harsher punishment. damn did he miss this– missed him. the familiar synergy that bounced between them both, reminiscent of that before the fall of beacon academy. unwinding had been but a scarce option in their wake. even now, with requesting a simple upkeep in appearance, had been a bit of a rarity for them all. though now that they had been given the “day off”, so to speak, his team had been free to do as they pleased. at least until there was another call to be answered.

“ relaaaax. you’re talkin’ to the pro here! ” sun flicks on the razor, now moving his free hand so the tips of his fingers rested easily along the side. “ tilt yer head down a l’il– yep, yep. good. now don’t move. ” he keeps his head steady, running the razor along the fuzzy area in careful motions. “ or you can, if ya want. ain’t gonna be my fault if ya make it janky lookin’. ”

   A lick to palm and macaw squawks in protest, hand yanked back and quickly wiped upon a white shirt; Scarlet harboring nothing less than disgust to the childish gesture. He gawks, voice lilted a pitch too high when scolding Sun.

   “Sun--! That’s disgustin’!                      I don’t know where that tongue has been!”

   While Scarlet certainly yearned for his team’s leader to return, this may not have been exactly what was in mind. Though, he shouldn’t have expected any less of banter and tease, but at the very least Sun was making up for it by aiding faunus in cropping growing feathers and hair. Mawcaw huffs, emerald eyes rolled, but he does as told with a dip of head; hands moving now to rest lazily upon lap.

   “S’already... ‘janky’ lookin’, thanks 'ta Neptune’s unsteady hand. The bloke was squawkin’ the whole time about not ruinin’ it, then up and ruined it.”

   Humor settles despite such a travesty, and once the razor’s buzzing dulled to a low hum, Scarlet felt far more comfortable with Sun wielding it--even if he did toss it around like a plaything. 

   “Should think about cuttin’ that MOP you call hair, it’s out of control.”

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   “–Really? That’s it? ‘Fuck’?”

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MR. PORT SEND HIM TO OZPIN’S OFFICE AND HAVE HIM EXPELLED!!!!!!

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   “--Really? That’s it? ‘Fuck’?”

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fauxtricks‌:

‘   you’re good, man. i figured.   ’   fox’s hunches tended to be right, he was more intuitive than people often gave him credit for but that was regular territory, along with the whole being - underestimated thing. he didn’t take offence to it, not unless someone was being a particularly nasty dick about it. it was in those instances that fox didn’t mind a mental prod through an asshole’s mind, really strike where the insecurities hurt. scarlet’s reactions amused him further though, and he was torn between being a comfort, or being a menace just to make it worse. he held his tongue, this time.   ‘   i just get into the habit of assuming a lot — didn’t wanna get into the habit so soon after meeting you so i can at least try to defend myself when a teammate tries t’ tell y’ i’m obnoxious.   ’

‘   it’s a nice name. short, easy to remember. plus it matches your aura. really wigs me out when a person’s name doesn’t match their aura colour, makes it real embarrassing when i can’t remember it later.   ’   not that fox got embarrassed a lot, or at all really. he actually tended to do the embarrassing most of the time. he actually snorted in response to the intimidation comment, crossing arms over chest but tilting his head to regard scarlet.   ‘   excuse you, david. i can be plenty intimidating.   ’   vulpine vocals dropped an octave, gravely tone adopting a rumbling quality as he focused on reading the noise scarlet made, making him all the more daring and - when he felt scarlet’s eyes on him - perpetuating playful behaviour with an easy wink.   ‘   didn’t need eyes to tell how nervous you were when you started talkin’ to me. don’t lie.   ’   see ? obnoxious.

attention finally fell to the offering in hand, taking quick moment to physically examine it before asking :   ‘   so anyway, where did this feather come from ? because depending on where it did, in kenyte culture you’re basically proposing marriage.   ’

   A singular scoff, and Scarlet can’t quite find it in himself to swallow back the bubbling laughter that graces. Fox’s sudden shift in tone certainly tickles the macaw, ever humored by the behavioral change, and one could almost damn himself for harboring such fright upon initial approach. While certainly he was being teased, Scarlet took it in stride--and in response of green eyes roll and voice lilts with a touch of his own embarrassment.

   “Don’t think it makes you special ‘o nothin’, everyone makes me nervous. Even pretty faces like you got.”

   Finger up, and faunus tuts his tongue once before finishing with a touch of further amusement in his voice. 

   “I know obnoxious; I live with three ‘o them. You’re not obnoxious, a ‘lil cheeky but that isn’t always a bad thing.”

   Truly Scarlet didn’t hold bitter feelings for his teammates--but that just left them open to being prodded and teased about in their own rights. Especially when they weren’t around to snap right back. Macaw takes in a breath, but before further speech could be found he finds himself choking upon tongue; a near squawk-like sound of surprise rippling through throat. He certainly knew next to nothing about kenyte culture, so whether what the other spoke of was true or not, the sensation of warmth develops along pale cheeks in utter bewilderment. 

   “Th-thats codswallop! No little feather is gonna mean so much ‘ta someone--”

   Hand moves forward then, attempting to snatch the down-feather of crimson in the circumstance it truly was a proposal of ones hand. He was in no way ready for such a commitment!

   “’n it was from my hair if you have ‘ta know--!”

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Scarlet updates his snapchat after the vytal fight. He might have been taken out by coconuts but somehow he can still turn it into a moment. 

Yes he is that guy. He has to design social media accounts for his entire team because they don’t understand how to organize or use aesthetics to their advantage to maximize their appeal. 

Personals don’t reblog.

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Rainbow - Simon Curtis

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First Time He Kissed A Boy - Kadie Elder

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C U Around - PWR BTTM

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We Exist - Arcade Fire

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stormflowerhonor‌:

Ren blinks in surprise as Scarlet smoothly moves so he’s walking backwards instead of forwards, with all the grace and elegance of someone who has done this before-and many times, at that. Sure, he’s the one who said it in the first place, but hearing that Scarlet thinks he’s attractive too-at least, Ren is assuming that’s what the phrase ‘a fit bloke’ means. His cheeks burn so fiercely and so warmly that he’s certain it can be seen on his face, and he ducks his head to hopefully avoid Scarlet seeing it. “I…thank you?” He murmurs.

He only looks back straight ahead when Scarlet is by his side again. “It does, actually, At least, I assume so-Nora says she catches people looking at me when we’re walking down the street. Men, women, everyone. I never know how to deal with that kind of attention.” Ren admits.

   Huffed laughter slips through teeth, but Scarlet does his best to keep expression neutral; to not grin and tease the lotus of burning crimson. Swallowing down his amusement eyes of pierced green peer from corner of vision, noting Ren as they continued their patrol and taking in a profile of his visage. Scarlet’s a tad endeared with Ren’s lack of notice to own looks, to how gracious he appeared to be when compliment was handed to.  

   “--You accept it. Give them a smile, maybe a bit ‘o a wave, let them know, that you know, you look good.”

  Now avian shares a quirk of a grin, and nearest hand raises to offer a vague gesture around Ren’s form; as if pleading for the other to harbor confidence.

   “S’all ‘bout confidence, even if you have ‘ta fake it.”

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Pls be soft - Accepting

[ embrace ]  for  your  muse  to  pull  my  muse  into  a  tight  embrace .

   Touch wasn’t rare–not when it came to teammates such as his, whether it be a pat upon shoulder, arm slung around, or grappling each other to the floor in protest of who gets the last can of pop. Though, limited was it intimate, soft, or a gesture of comfort; yet, that may be a fault of Scarlet’s own rather than those he held close. Despite the craving, the need of warmth and care, frightened was macaw when drawing too near, voice dwindling to discomfort and form hidden away to any attempt.

   –That is, except to Sun Wukong of course. There was no ability to deny simian of his want, of the strong arms that coiled around Scarlet’s lithe frame and held him tight. Shoulders stiffen, breath catches in throat, but as time ticks relaxation begins to dawn and faunus settles with an exhale of warmed breath; arms of his own risen and loosely looped about Sun’s waist. Smaller of the pair dips forehead, pressing against broad shoulder in a further lean into the granted embrace.

   “…If you tell Sage ‘n Neptune ‘bout this, I’ll deny it until I die.”

   Murmured into collared fabric of white, yet despite the deniability, not quite ready was he to pull away.