Divine-Blade-Muses

Dune (2021)

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Growing up with your starters

Artist: esasi8794 / Twitter

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The captions are also really cute, although they mostly describe what’s in each photo:

Bulbasaur: Somehow, nomming on my clothes… has become a weird habit of theirs.

Venusaur: That hasn’t changed now that they’ve grown, but they’re very gentle.

Charmander: It’s my first attempt, but I made a plushie so that he wouldn’t get lonely.

Charizard: That plushie seems to be his favorite even now.

Squirtle: Squirtle’s a bit timid and hides behind me at the smallest things.

Blastoise: Looks like they’re scared of the first Pichu they’ve seen. You’re not really hiding!

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divine-blade-muses:

As he looked and saw the person sip he noticed their voice get less deep as they seemed to relax a little. It was nice to have someone to talk to after being alone for weeks.

“ If you knew my whole story you wouldn’t being saying that. I’m not even qualified to call myself a human let alone a huntsman. “

As he took another sip his demeanor turned more somber

“ Maybe if I hadn’t messed up at Beacon nothing like this would have happened. “ He looked into his cup as he spoke, trying to think through a multitude of ways things could have changed but never coming up with an outcome that would work.

“ So I guess I should probably ask your name huh? Although you don’t have to give it if you don’t want to.”

She looked away for a moment when he mentioned Beacon; it was still a wound, too fresh and painful. The school she had failed. She quickly, quietly took a breath. Don’t think too much about it right now.

“You can just call me…Nicole.” She introduced. The new name was still something she was getting used to.

#ic #Muse: Tigra #Ashesdestiny

“ Its nice to meet you Nicole, although I wish it was under better circumstances... My name is Tigra Jinsei. You can just call me Tigra though.” He took another sip of his tea as he turned to the other and watched them closely.

“ Can i ask why you’re out in the middle of the woods? I mean I guess I’m not in the position to ask that sense I’m doing the same thing.” He still couldn’t fully trust them but he at least tried to have a conversation, something he hadn’t done since Beacon.

“ Why is everyone fighting over ice cream flavors... Especially when everyone knows the best flavor is salted caramel. You all are crazy.”

#ic #dash commentary

@boundariestcbreak

The cold wind swirled through the night sky over Beacon Academy It was one of the few nights this month that everything was completely clear. It was the perfect night for Tigra to reach his mother. He didn’t know where his mother was considering she was on tour at the moment. However, the one thing he did know is that his song would reach her. The necklace around Tigra’s neck was made from a special gem that resonated with the voice of whoever wears a matching one. As far as Tigra knew his mother was the only other one with this gem on her at all times.

Tigra hoped it was early enough that no one would hear him. He had never had any problems before and he figured tonight would be the same. He climbed onto the roof of the dorm and took a deep breath of the frigid air, watching his breath leave him in a cloud.

“ Mother, I hope this reaches you...”

After a smaller breath his mouth opened and a song rang out through the night sky, one that was a lullaby his mother used to sing to him. Tigra was lucky to inherit her musical ability and the thought of singing always made him happy. His mother always taught him that music had power beyond that of just entertainment.

“ Aimo aimo Ne-deru ru-she Noina miria Enderu purodea Fotomi

Koko wa attaka na umi da yo...”

The song was in an old dialect of Mistrali that his mom had taught him sense he was little.

#ic #Muse: Tigra #RWBY #boundariestcbreak

@seethewcrld

Freezing.

That was the only word that was going through the Tigra’s mind as he came up towards the entrance Mantle and Atlas. Even with his cloak covering his head and the rest of his body, he was shivering to the point where you could hear his teeth clatter together.

“ I would have never come back here if I had a choice....”

The sights in front of him triggered him to think back to when he was here... or rather when he was forced to be here. He could hear the screaming from the other children that were with him as they were forced to undergo those gruesome and inhumane surgeries. He had lost so many friends. He took those surgeries more than once to try and save some of the other kids but they just threw them out anyway for being incompatible and they froze to death shortly after. He was lucky to be alive. Well, alive was a word to use for humans. He wasn’t human anymore... or at least that’s what they told him and the children who survived.

He quickly came back to reality, hearing people walk by him and whispering things about how he looked shady.

“Typical Atlas... I swear Watts... if I ever see you again, I’ll avenge every one of my friends...”

As he walked towards his destination, a small mechanic shop run by the person who managed to save him from that life, he saw a group of colorful figures making there way towards him. One in particular caught his eye. Someone he remembered from back at Beacon. He wished he had been able to talk to her and make a friend instead of keeping to himself and his team. He was always to shy to talk to anyone. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she had no clue who he was. Either way they must have been here for a similar reason to him.

As they walked by he started to tail them from a distance. He didn’t want to startle them or bug them so he figured this was his best option to figure where to go. When he saw the girl with them who he recognized as one of the daughters of that monster Jacques, he figured they knew where they were going better than he did.

#ic #Muse: Tigra #seethewcrld #i hope this is ok for a starter #sorry its so long i just had a lot of ideas lol

divine-blade-muses:

“ Ahhh thank goodness…” He let go of the hilt of the blade and immediately took a seat on the ground. He was exhausted and he was just glad this person was willing to talk. He reached into his bag and pulled out a thermos that he poured some hot tea into and gestured to the person to sit next to him and have a drink.

“ I can tell by your cloak that you seem to be in a similar situation… Come sit and have a drink. This should at least help warm you up since its cold.”

As he sat he got a slight glimpse of what the person looked like under the hood. From the angle he could only make out a few things, a mask and crimson hair… He could have sworn he had only seen hair that color once. He remembered someone with that color hair at Beacon but he couldn’t quite place it yet.

She let out a breath quietly when he sank to the ground. Clearly, neither of them were willing or able to fight at the moment. Good, she was tired; she’d been sleeping in caves for days now and her own food supplies had been nearly depleted (she had thankfully managed to get some lien which she’d hope to at least get a hunting bow with).

(If she could even bring herself to use the very thing that…)

Shaking her head she sat down across from the boy and placed her hand on her mask, not removing it.

“I can’t turn down such a kind offer, I suppose.” she spoke softly.

As he handed her the cup and poured one for himself, he couldn’t help but slump his head into his hands as he set the cup next to him. “ I have been travelling for almost 3 weeks and I can barely stand anymore. Maybe i should have just gone to Haven like some of my friends did. Maybe then things would have been easier… or maybe I’m just a failure as a huntsman, letting myself get this injured…” he pulled back the cloak and revealed his striking silver hair and deep blue eyes as he took a sip of his homemade tea.

He hoped the other person would feel better from his tea, the tea he made was specially blended to help healing and aura regeneration, although for him it was more the former than the latter.

She carefully sipped the cup in a way as not to show her face; being a celebrity in what was now her “past life” she had to be careful. Even with her hair cropped short, she worried her face was recognizable.

“I’m headed towards Haven myself. I’m tracking down some friends of mine. They don’t exactly know I’m…it’s complicated.” She explained, not wanting to give too much away just yet.

“Anyone can get injured like you are. Don’t beat yourself up. Even the most experienced huntsmen are vulnerable travelling alone.”

As he looked and saw the person sip he noticed their voice get less deep as they seemed to relax a little. It was nice to have someone to talk to after being alone for weeks.

“ If you knew my whole story you wouldn’t being saying that. I’m not even qualified to call myself a human let alone a huntsman. “

As he took another sip his demeanor turned more somber

“ Maybe if I hadn’t messed up at Beacon nothing like this would have happened. “ He looked into his cup as he spoke, trying to think through a multitude of ways things could have changed but never coming up with an outcome that would work.

“ So I guess I should probably ask your name huh? Although you don’t have to give it if you don’t want to.”

divine-blade-muses:

“ Ahhh thank goodness…” He let go of the hilt of the blade and immediately took a seat on the ground. He was exhausted and he was just glad this person was willing to talk. He reached into his bag and pulled out a thermos that he poured some hot tea into and gestured to the person to sit next to him and have a drink.

“ I can tell by your cloak that you seem to be in a similar situation… Come sit and have a drink. This should at least help warm you up since its cold.”

As he sat he got a slight glimpse of what the person looked like under the hood. From the angle he could only make out a few things, a mask and crimson hair… He could have sworn he had only seen hair that color once. He remembered someone with that color hair at Beacon but he couldn’t quite place it yet.

She let out a breath quietly when he sank to the ground. Clearly, neither of them were willing or able to fight at the moment. Good, she was tired; she’d been sleeping in caves for days now and her own food supplies had been nearly depleted (she had thankfully managed to get some lien which she’d hope to at least get a hunting bow with).

(If she could even bring herself to use the very thing that…)

Shaking her head she sat down across from the boy and placed her hand on her mask, not removing it.

“I can’t turn down such a kind offer, I suppose.” she spoke softly.

As he handed her the cup and poured one for himself, he couldn’t help but slump his head into his hands as he set the cup next to him. “ I have been travelling for almost 3 weeks and I can barely stand anymore. Maybe i should have just gone to Haven like some of my friends did. Maybe then things would have been easier... or maybe I’m just a failure as a huntsman, letting myself get this injured...” he pulled back the cloak and revealed his striking silver hair and deep blue eyes as he took a sip of his homemade tea.

He hoped the other person would feel better from his tea, the tea he made was specially blended to help healing and aura regeneration, although for him it was more the former than the latter.

divine-blade-muses:

As he approached with his katana readied, he saw the figure and it was like looking in a mirror. Someone in a tattered cloak trying to stay unnoticed. He drew closer and saw that they were only carrying a dagger. Although they weren’t well armed, he could sense that the person before him was on guard and would probably fight.

He sheathed his sword but kept the hand on the hilt in case he needed to quickly draw it again.

“ So… is dirty ripped up cloaks just the look now? Or am I starting a new trend…” He tried to start a conversation to gauge whether the person was hostile or not. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to fight again, last thing he needed was to reopen a wound. With his injuries he could only conjure part of his armor so its not like he would be fully protected. He kept hoping that they were either friendly or would just leave.

She paused; lowering her guard just a bit. He looked familiar. Couldn’t quite place him, though. A classmate? Someone from competitions? Either way, she could tell by his stance he wasn’t eager to fight either. Her own wounds, while healed, still affected her.

“I suppose.” She responded, looking him over. “Though I’m a bit out of touch with current events.”

“ Ahhh thank goodness...” He let go of the hilt of the blade and immediately took a seat on the ground. He was exhausted and he was just glad this person was willing to talk. He reached into his bag and pulled out a thermos that he poured some hot tea into and gestured to the person to sit next to him and have a drink.

“ I can tell by your cloak that you seem to be in a similar situation... Come sit and have a drink. This should at least help warm you up since its cold.”

As he sat he got a slight glimpse of what the person looked like under the hood. From the angle he could only make out a few things, a mask and crimson hair... He could have sworn he had only seen hair that color once. He remembered someone with that color hair at Beacon but he couldn’t quite place it yet.

@ashesdestiny

3 weeks. Its been 3 weeks of constant travel to the point of exhaustion for Tigra. After everything that happened at Beacon, all he could do was fulfill Ozpins last wish and go to Mistral and get to Haven Academy. He had heard from the towns he had passed through that there was another team of hunstman and huntresses who were heading there. Maybe it was the rest of his team, maybe not. Either way, This was the only thing he could do. His arm still hurt from all the injuries he had sustained fighting grimm but he still pushed forward.

“ Why cant things just go back to the way they were. Why would someone want to do all this…”

His words echoed through the emptiness of the forest he was in. His cloak that covered his silver hair was in tatters and was still filthy from his travels but he would rather not stand out.

Suddenly he had a snap of a twig near him and immediately readied Akatsuki.

“ Who’s there?! Show yourself!” he commanded.

He would know quickly whether it was a grimm or not. Either way he wasn’t putting away his weapon.

It had been three weeks and she still wasn’t sure how she was even alive. But she didn’t have much time to reflect on anything; once she’d been able to walk again, she was sent out to assist in what needed to be done; to find her friends and find out the truth for herself. She had no weapons, and she didn’t know why she couldn’t use her semblance. Every time she tried, her body just felt…hot?

Hair chopped sort, cloaked and masked, she wandered around Mistral, having been told she would find her friends there. She believed they would be heading to Haven Academy; of course they would be. But until she got there, no one could know it was her.

No one could know Pyrrha Nikos was alive. But she wasn’t Pyrrha Nikos. Not right now.

The command startled her; all she had was a dagger she had been haphazardly given. She was in no shape to fight, but she would if she had to. She had no choice, especially if Grimm were involved.

“You first.” She said, masking her voice deeply as she could.

As he approached with his katana readied, he saw the figure and it was like looking in a mirror. Someone in a tattered cloak trying to stay unnoticed. He drew closer and saw that they were only carrying a dagger. Although they weren’t well armed, he could sense that the person before him was on guard and would probably fight.

He sheathed his sword but kept the hand on the hilt in case he needed to quickly draw it again.

“ So... is dirty ripped up cloaks just the look now? Or am I starting a new trend...” He tried to start a conversation to gauge whether the person was hostile or not. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to fight again, last thing he needed was to reopen a wound. With his injuries he could only conjure part of his armor so its not like he would be fully protected. He kept hoping that they were either friendly or would just leave.