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Indie/Private Single-Muse RWBY OC RP blog

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Permanent PSA

So, I figured I should be transparent about this. I’m not gonna delete the blog, but this is probably gonna be pinned. TL;DR: Brain is doing bad thing. I will be slowing down significantly, but I’m not out. If you think I’m full of shit, go ahead and unfollow. I’m not worth shit here anyways.

As of September 18, 2020, I have officially been diagnosed with depression. This is after consulting a mental health clinic, going through an inprocessing appointment with the clinic director, and finally getting in touch/having my first tele-appointment with my psychiatrist on September 18th. Even though this is a fresh diagnosis, both myself and the psychiatrist feel that this may have been lingering for much, much longer, and that its had enough time to root itself within my subconscious.

So what does this mean for the blog? I mean, to be honest, I’m still having a difficult time processing it but not in a way of being shocked. In retrospect to those I’ve seen on and off Tumblr that have depression and have gone/still are going through the stages of depression, small parts of me still doubt and refuse the fact that the diagnosis is real. 

This doesn’t really change the way I’m handling threads ala “I’ll write when I want, and publish when I want. If you got a problem with that, you can leave, no hard feelings.” And this is not meant to guilt-trip any of you. I genuinely think no one is obligated to follow others if they don’t feel like they’re getting the proper interaction they should.

But

I have to confess that, since his creation, Silas has been and still is the vehicle for me to vent my depressive episodes and thoughts. When I write him in that jaded, rough narrative, part of it is from inspirations I get from every day experiences. However, a large driving force of that narrative is my negative feelings, be it from depression, anxiety, neglect. That’s also probably why I changed his character prior to volume 7. It’s because I didn’t want to write someone I wanted to and can become. I wanted to write someone that I already am…I guess this doesn’t help the self-insert case I made for myself. 

However, everyone’s (at least some) had a relatively positive interaction with him as far as I can tell, imposter syndrome be damned, so I’m gonna stick around. Just know that I won’t be as responsive, I won’t seek out interaction outside of threads or the occasional IM here and there, I won’t really participate in those dash games, dash commentary, and the like. Not because that’s just not the way Silas is as a character, or some holier than thou bullshit.

But rather, the point of him is to be shouting into the void, staring into an abyss that stares back, be the sound a tree makes when it falls and no one is around. And I feel that the minimal interaction I get, or no interaction at all, is in character.

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sometimesshattered​:

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Her breath heaved out of her chest on a pained grunt, as he landed roughly outside of the hospital entrance. Grip tightening on his shoulders, Blake’s head fell against the back of his neck, and she carefully attempted to extricate herself from his hold, “Are you…okay?!” The sound that his knees had made as they hit the concrete had not been an encouraging one. “If you hurt yourself, you’d better get checked out while we’re here.”

Limping carefully toward the sliding doors, Blake made a beeline for the front desk, uncaring of anyone else in line or that might be in the way. She made it there, blessedly, without falling over, but leaned heavily on the edge of the desk as she knocked on the glass partition, “Hey, sorry…but I’m in a lot of pain. Can I be seen before my insides explode?”

The woman attempted to hand her a clipboard with forms to fill-out, but Blake shoved it back toward her and shook her head rapidly, “Nope, not now. Fix me first, then I’ll sign whatever you want.” 

The minutes that followed were a flurry of doctors and nurses and a receptionist that still attempted to get her to sign some documents. But Blake waved the woman toward Silas, “We’re practically married. He can fill them out.” Those were the last words out of her mouth before she disappeared around the corner into an ER exam room, leaving Silas behind to brave the frustrated receptionist and the line of irritated patients still waiting to be seen. 

Silas, after regaining enough aura to get on his feet, deals with the piercing clap of a clipboard over his shoulder along with the equally piercing glare of the long queue of patients waiting to check into the ER. Walking past the peanut gallery, he rests an arm on the doorframe next to the water cooler, deep breaths as he downs a cup of water. Before the nurse dared to hand him a second clipboard of paper, he waves haphazardly with the one currently in his hand. “No, no no. I’m good. We’re only here for one person, not two.”

He sits down and tries to write down what he can remember of Blake in terms of patient information. Name, last name, date of birth, current residence, it felt like he was back at Beacon and taking a written quiz after a combat class. At least those didn’t have lasting consequences. He knows for fact one mishap here and he would have something worse bear down on him than Professor Goodwitch’s ire. A shiver runs down his spine at the thought.

Once he hands the clipboard in and once again waiving away a second clipboard for his own information to be looked at, Silas finds himself lounging across an empty bench waiting for news of Blake. The doctors said the operation would take anywhere from one to three hours. 

All he could do, really, was just sit and pray.

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frzndesires​:

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Eira nearly shudders from being pushed against the wall, moaning softly from the heated kiss before watching Silas make his way down her body.

Gods, she needed this.

“Good.” 

Silas hastily rips Eira’s panties down her legs, already lapping up her pleasure and satisfaction. He breaches her entrance with his tongue, determined to get his fix right from the source. Hands hold onto her thighs, making sure his subject doesn’t squirm around too much while he gets his fill. 

As he withdraws his tongue, two fingers take his place as he kisses her nub, giving it well-deserved attention as well. “I wanted to ruin you for the longest time today.”

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@frzndesires continued from here

There wasn’t much else needed for Silas to take action. Immediately, he pulls Eira back to her room. The urgency in which he shut the doors would have echoed through the rest of the manor. 

Silas pushes his charge against the wall, lips locked in a starving fervor before working his way down Eira. Nose follows the scent that he craves the most, what he desires the most. He nudges at her lower region, lapping through her cloth while holding onto her thighs. 

“I’m starving, princess. Open up.”

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veiledfox​:

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She takes a breath, sighing out her exhale. She could tell the man wasn’t going to be any bit satisfied with her just trying to pass as Human, and that he could tell she wasn’t. Slowly, two tall furred ears take form atop her head, deep red the same as her hair. A pair of upright, gently curved blue horns grown out and up from her forehead following after. Then, one by one, six long and bushy tails of the same color take form behind her, swaying about gently. Lastly, her fingers past the first knucles gradually turn blue, and her nails replaced with pitch black claws.

After a few seconds, she shrugs a little while looking at him.

“I-uh....hmmmm...”

There really is not much for him to say, after the transformation finishes. The scent does makes sense now at the very least. But his brows jump to express a wide range of confusion, processing, and eventually acceptance. A small sigh signifies that his brain has finally caught up with what his eyes had gathered.

“If it’s any consolation, I still think you’re beautiful.” There is no lie. And his newfound honesty is probably the only thing he could offer in this moment because nothing else is coming to him.

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frznkingdom​:

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Her mind was still slow to comprehend everything at once. Get out… Right. Getting out of here would be nice. 

If only she had the strength to walk.

The archer breathes slowly, trembling slightly, trying to stay awake despite how she was losing blood. “Did you… find… W-Where are the others?” Eira, Myrtle, and Midnight must all be worried sick right now. Were they okay? 

“They’re fine. Made sure everyone got out of this place...You were the last one I had to dig deeper to get a hold of.” The structure that continues to collapse around is, in fact, not fine. 

Silas cradles her unto one arm, the other one using the spear as a walking stick. It was a struggle standing himself back up. “Let’s go home, Laurel.”

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sometimesshattered​:

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It didn’t take much coaxing to talk Blake into draping herself against his strong back. Her pride might protest, but it was minimal compared to the ache that radiated through her back. She didn’t care how she got there, she just needed something to be done about the pain. “Not a princess…” she muttered under her breath, half-heartedly grumbling into his shoulder, where she had rested her head. 

Hooking her arms around the tops of his shoulders, she tried to avoid squeezing too hard when the spasmic burns set in again. It was a cyclical pain, that seemed to come in waves. Like someone had punched her right through her back and was trying to tear her organs out through that same spot. The pain had such an acute onset that Blake literally had no idea what it was. She hadn’t bumped into anything, and she hadn’t been injured on her latest assignment. She was at a total, painful loss. “We might have to call an ambulance at this rate…”

Silas knows that they’re very much pressed for time. And the more he feels Blake trying to fight through the pain, the greater the sense of urgency. “We’ll get to the hospital before they even send someone our way, don’t you worry.” Without bashing through every single door and provoking any erratic movements, Silas gets to outside of their apartment complex. 

This is probably worse than trying to run with a full glass of hot water. Well considering the fact it is the love of his life possibly dying...Silas shakes the thought out of his head. Instead, he throws one of his knives up two stories, using his semblance to scale the structure. With peering eyes, he looks for the hospital and repeats the process several more times. 

By the final iteration, he ends up crashing and sliding onto the concrete knees first. With whatever miniscule aura he had left breaking some of the fall, he minds the feline on his back, making sure she ends up landing upon his person. A weak thumbs up is raised from the exhausted hunter.

“...See, faster than than an ambulance...no problem. Whew.”

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Silas felt the shake, feeling his muscles creak upon trying to wake himself up. Blake’s touch was more than enough to get him out of bed, but upon hearing the word hospital and that small gasp, he absolutely got up faster. His eyes have a hard time trying to focus in the night, but can make out his partner’s shape. A hand reaches out to cup her cheek. 

“Hey, hey. I’m here. What happened, Blake?”

Pain radiated through her lower back, as she found herself unable to stand completely straight from the burning ache. “I don’t know…” She really didn’t. It was just…pain. Plain and simple. She had felt fine before she went to bed – well, maybe a little more tired than normal, but otherwise she was not ill. 

Reaching up, she grasped the hand that touched her cheek, giving it a hard squeeze through the next wave of pain. “It just hurts.” She’d never felt pain like this before. Not even when she had been stabbed in the gut. This was different. “Come on. We have to get across town. And getting a cab at this time of night is going to be hard…”

Silas’s eyes dart around to get ideas as to what to do. His sense of panic is at an raised level, feeling how hard Blake squeezes his hand. 

Come on, Silas. Get a bright idea going, come on. 

He looks at his gun belt, resting on a chair pulled slightly from its correlating desk. The proverbial lightbulb in his head turned on. Without letting go of his love, Silas uses a leg to get hold of the belt, putting it on with one hand and sinched down as tight as possible. With the utmost care, he coerces Blake to get onto his back. 

“Alrighty, princess. Up you go. I got an idea.”

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@veiledfox continued from here

Silas’s ear twitches, as if trying to pick up whatever whispered mumble or breath of air escaped the girl. Alas, his hearing is much, much worse than his sense of smell, a what? clearly written over his scrunched brow. 

“I mean I’ll take your word for it, and you seem like a nice lady, but something about you doesn’t right with me.”

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Inspiration for Silas’s redesign, a TEDxTalk

((Because I’m in a mood to dodge all of my life responsibilities, I’d figure I detail pretty much the design process of Silas’s redesign up until now. 

The beginning:

About 3 beers in on a Friday night, after watching the vol 7 trailer (which got a meh overall) I decided that “Hey, with vol 7 coming up I’m gonna redo a complete revamp of Silas’s character.” Well, it was a bright fucking idea considering it was still when midterms were going on, but hey that didn’t stop me. I had enough notes to go on when I picked up the project again when things died down.

Visuals: 

The anchor of Silas’s visual is, you guessed it, his hat. I absolutely didn’t want to give him a hood again cause I don’t want him to be another generic self-insert OC the RP community may have seen one too many of. The helmet, while fully practical, doesn’t suit his character well in my opinion. He’s a ranged fighter and only deals with close fights if necessary. So, how did I reach the hat idea? The idea came from this comic by Centurii-Chan of Facebook fame (seriously check them out, their art is top tier): 

However, it wouldn’t be practical (or safe for work) to slap a tricorn on him and have him go on his merry way. For clothes, I was stuck for a long, long while. But I remembered an old adage where your gear should compliment your weapons. Thus I looked at the weapons Silas utilized waaaaay back in his earliest form: a lever action rifle and two single action revolvers (inspiration for weapons will be a separate post). After consuming spaghetti westerns, modern westerns (like Django Unchained and The Magnificent Seven remake), and videos of cowboy action shooters, I decided the best fit came in the form of a collared shirt, waistcoat, some pants, and a covert coat. The outer garment had to be long enough to cover his weapons, but not hinder his movement (ala No Capes). Thanks to Duke (the mun of @genocidin​ and numerous other blogs), I settled on having the good hunter from Bloodborne be a faceclaim (and got free icons out of it. Thanks homie OTL).

Personality and Portrayal:

Holy cannoli Batman was Silas’s personality all sorts of cringe in retrospect. Part of me is lowkey glad I pulled the trigger and deleted the old blog to make this one. Granted, lessons had to be learned that hard way, and boy did I learn. When I sat and tried to look for any source in how to portray Silas, it was difficult. I don’t think I fully nailed his character until recently actually….after I bit the bullet for a Disney+ account to watch The Mandalorian. Jon Faverau and his crew more or less put me on the set direction and kicked my ass to fly there in finding how to write Silas.  In The Mandalorian, the main character is very, very good at his job. However, there are numerous instances where he is hurt, where he falls down but still gets back up. That portrayal gives a humanizing side, at least to me. He is capable but also flawed trying to do right by him. 

The biggest takeaway and change is that I wanted that early Clint Eastwood-esque type of gunslinger you see in The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly and incorporate what I learned from The Mandalorian. Silas isn’t a showman. He’s a bounty hunter. Fighting, hunting, and killing isn’t a spectacle or a show, but it’s a way of life. However, just because he’s experienced doesn’t mean he should be near invincible, and that was something I wanted to change as I feared that while writing my own OC, I forget that he is also a regular human being. Huntsmen and huntress in RWBY can die. They’re not omnipotent beings. They’re skilled fighters, but they’re also mortal. They have strengths and weaknesses, faults and flaws. They can have moments of happiness, sadness, inspiration and depression all the same.  And I think that’s something I forget to integrate into writing despite having them listed on his profile because I need a muse to tell a story; in turn, as a writer, I would pen it so that the odds would be ever so slightly in his favor. The impact of seeing him succeed beyond struggles is dampened significantly if he is able to waltz through hordes of Grimm, win fights, and get the girl (or girls since this is a multi-ship blog). There’s no character there, but just cookie cutters.

So yeah, thanks for coming to my TEDxTalk.))

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frznkingdom​:

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…Had someone called her name?

Laurel’s eyelids felt heavy as she tried to open them. For a moment, she struggled to make out the blurry images or recognize the voice that accompanied them. A few slow blinks later, it hit her.

“S-Si… las…” Her voice is quiet as she tries to speak. Slowly, her hand trembles a bit as she rests it on top of the one that was pressed over her wound. Even now, the slight smile hadn’t disappeared from her face. She was just relieved he was still alive. 

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to end up… like this…”

“You can apologize to me later but first-” A violent cough abruptly interrupts him mid-sentence, blood leaving at the last cough. He looks away to make sure what was not caught in the gaiter does not further stain her. “...we need to get out of here.” 

His eyes dart around trying to look for an exit. But for now, literally anything is much much better than where they are now. His free hand carries Laurel up into his arms, having her drape over his frame as he drags both of them out of there. “Come on now, princess. Stay with me.”

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“I didn’t think that it would end like this…” A weak smile began to spread across Laurel’s face as she lay on her back, bleeding out from her wounds. It had been beyond reckless, and many had discouraged her from going back to complete the mission. “But at least… everyone is safe…”

That thought brought her some comfort, even though she could still feel some of the pain. As she slowly closed her eyes, she thought she heard footsteps approaching. But maybe it was just her imagination.

She was so, so tired. No point in trying to move at all. She just wanted to rest…

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It took a lot out of them. As to what specifically, he couldn’t recall. Everything was a flash and a blur until he came to. One second he got separated from the girls and now the sudden shock of adrenaline brought him back to the land of the living. Get up. 

As his vision comes back, Silas could barely make out the form in front of him. Using his spear as a walking stick, he trudges to find who is lying in that puddle of blood. And with every step, a subtle detail reveals who.

“...shit, Laurel.” Trying to lower himself, Silas ends up collapsing from his own weight, arms trying to post him from collapsing over an already injured huntress. One hand is already on the first wound, the other haphazardly digging through his medical pouch. “No, no, no. Come back to me Laurel. We gotta get out of here.”

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Open Starter

To say Silas is having a terrible day is the short version of events. However, anyone just looking at his current state can already tell ‘Oh….it’s one of those days….’ 

He groans with an ice pack over the top of his face, pressing against the two black eyes and broken nose. Head and upper back slumped on a bench only to be braced by the table connected to his seat. Rigged fights do happen. Some times they don’t work out, but the rare instances in which they do, it always sucks…so much. 

There’s two courtesy knocks before he hears the door open. Instead of reaching for his weapon, he points at the intruder, lazily shaking his finger as a point (or lack thereof) of deterrence. The ice pack still covers his face.

“Look, you already took the winnings, there’s literally nothing else for you to get. So help the brothers I will launch this ice pack you.” 

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Open Starter

To say Silas is having a terrible day is the short version of events. However, anyone just looking at his current state can already tell ‘Oh....it’s one of those days....’ 

He groans with an ice pack over the top of his face, pressing against the two black eyes and broken nose. Head and upper back slumped on a bench only to be braced by the table connected to his seat. Rigged fights do happen. Some times they don’t work out, but the rare instances in which they do, it always sucks...so much. 

There’s two courtesy knocks before he hears the door open. Instead of reaching for his weapon, he points at the intruder, lazily shaking his finger as a point (or lack thereof) of deterrence. The ice pack still covers his face.

“Look, you already took the winnings, there’s literally nothing else for you to get. So help the brothers I will launch this ice pack you.” 

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@fumusdamnatorum​ <3′d for a starter

“Hey, Silas…” A careful hand came to rest on the slope of a relaxed shoulder, gently rousing the other from his sleep with a cautious shake. “I’m sorry to wake you up…but I need your help.”

Blake tried her best to hide the grimace of discomfort on her worn features. A hand pressed against her right side, as a tiny gasp of pain escaped her, “I think I need to go to the hospital. Something’s wrong.” The pain radiated like a bad cramp, but it never seemed to relax, and it had kept her up for a good few hours now. “Come on. Get up.”

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Silas felt the shake, feeling his muscles creak upon trying to wake himself up. Blake’s touch was more than enough to get him out of bed, but upon hearing the word hospital and that small gasp, he absolutely got up faster. His eyes have a hard time trying to focus in the night, but can make out his partner’s shape. A hand reaches out to cup her cheek. 

“Hey, hey. I’m here. What happened, Blake?”