The Queen

[volarent]

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[phantomemes]

starters  /  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,  between you and these bones .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .

‘  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyes  ’

‘  how i soften when you pull me against you  ’

‘  you are teaching me to love  ’

‘  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyes  ’

‘  you perhaps will become my swan song  ’

‘  it is a very human thing to love  ’

‘  you are my good days  ’

‘  i have been loved dearly  ’

‘  i promise you will not always be this war  ’

‘  thank god for the stubbornness of organs  ’

‘  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you  ’

‘  there will always be another day  ’

‘  there will always be another mercy  ’

‘  perhaps i will take up dancing again  ’

‘  what a pretty little disaster you will be  ’

‘  i am terrified for you  ’

‘  i will fold inside of myself  ’

‘  today i am thankful  ’

‘  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wake  ’

‘  come and get me  ’

‘  i tell myself i do not need you  ’

‘  i think i broke again last night  ’

‘  i’m just trying to connect with you  ’

‘  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashing  ’

‘  burn the house down in search of yourself  ’

‘  don’t you dare ever stop looking  ’

‘  i struggle not to feel guilty  ’

‘  you are a wild  ,  unkempt thing  ’

‘  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing  ’

‘  find that you are made of russian nesting dolls  ’

‘  the trees are always kindest with spring comes  ’

‘  teach yourself the hymns again  ’

‘  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lips  ’

‘  this life is an altar  ’

‘  i am sorry i do not have more time  ’

‘  there is a mountain in me  ’

‘  by the morning i am a triumph  ’

‘  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat  ’

‘  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come across  ’

‘  there are many things that will fit beneath your skin  ’

‘  forgiveness does not take up much room  ’

‘  some days you will breathe and it will be enough  ’

‘  you do not have to hold it quite so tightly  ’

‘  there is a prayer in me  ,  still  ’

‘  you scare me a little  ’

‘  you can be a good thing and not a whole thing  ’

‘  there are flowers in my chest again  ’

‘  the rain comes and sounds like you  ’

‘  i cannot tell you why i still trust god  ’

‘  find peace and build a home out of it  ’

‘  there is never an end  ’

[philotimon]

oh, you are not well, you cannot string your thoughts together how, you do not know, to make it any better love is hard to hold, to hold onto forever hope is then destroyed, it isn’t any better                                                there is one way of telling if a madman’s what you’ll be                            you’ll take one look, and with one look, your eyes will flash with fury                                        but don’t be hard, have some heart, for one day you will see                                    have some heart and hold his soul and give him all your body

                                              INDIE. SELECTIVE. PRIVATE.                                                       JAMES IRONWOOD                                                       PENNED BY STEEL © personals, do not reblog, tyyy

[herguidance]

{ Icon update! Happy first of pride everyone! Glynda is a lesbian! Now that it’s pride, please don’t forget that black lives matter and the state of our country right now. Help them. Stand by them! Do what you can to aid, even if it’s just spreading around fundraisers and information. We stand together. }

[herguidance]

{ Bartholomew } / fractumregi‌:

          “DOCTOR!” he quickly interjects. “my apologies, miss goodwitch, but i didn’t spend the better part of the last few years studying as hard as i did for fun!” he shakes her hand and then dashes over to the chalkboard and starts to write again, in bigger lettering this time. “and yes! professor ozpin informed me of your injuries and i assure you that i will keep the class rolling as smoothly as possible no matter what!”

     when he turns back around, he’s written ‘professor glynda goodwitch and DOCTOR bartholomew oobleck’ on the board, with quite a few lines under ‘doctor’ to emphasize it for the students. he also has his thermos in his hand, which certainly wasn’t there when he turned to write, and takes a sip. it doesn’t smell like coffee.

          “my semblance is an advanced form of kinetic energy storage!” he declares. “fuel entering my body can be converted into its appropriate energy at an exponential rate, which allows caffeine to work three times as fast!” it’s probably more, considering everything he got done this morning. “and that is also why i would ask you to  N E V E R  borrow a drink from this!” he adds, lifting the thermos. he tips it toward her, letting her see the iridescent surface of the liquid inside and smell that is most definitely kerosene. he takes another sip, slaps the cap back on, and grins. “now then! where are we starting today?”

“Yes, Doctor. My apologies.” Glynda begins, her eyes tracking his movement as best she could. It had completely slipped her mind that he had a doctorate. Something that she was still working towards. Though according to his qualifications, he had gotten a larger head start. She nodded in appreciation, thankful that she didn’t necessarily have to keep her injuries secret. Especially since he would likely run the class on days she needed to stay home.

Her gaze shifted to the board, a small frown appearing. Walking back around the desk, she hesitantly grabbed the eraser, eyes fixated on her hand the entire time to ensure she wouldn’t drop it. “It’s actually just Miss Goodwitch. I’m still working towards being an actual professor. It’s thanks to Professor Ozpin’s kindness that I’m able to work while still getting my degrees.”

The smell coming from the thermos in his hand, however, was enough for her to take a few steps back. She hadn’t even erased anything, but the eraser dropped from her hand. Glynda listened as she explained his semblance. Certainly a handy one. “Not to worry, Dr. Oobleck. Even if your thermos simply held coffee, I wouldn’t have borrowed a drink from it. I’m more of a tea person myself.” She smiles lightly at him before bending down to pick up the eraser.

“Our first lesson of the day is with the third years. Because it is the first class of the year, I thought it might be a good idea for us to head to the arena and test everyone’s skills. This way, we can gauge where they are and what still needs work. What are your thoughts on that?”

[herguidance]

{ Glynda has a habit of dropping things. It doesn’t happen every day, but it occurs very frequently when she’s having bad feeling days. This is because she can’t feel what she’s holding. Most times to combat this, she keeps her eyes trained on her hands. It’s very stressful for her and thankfully, the days where she feels nothing in her hands are not as common as they once were }

[herguidance]

{ Barty } / fractumregi‌:

     bartholomew whirls around at her greeting, and it becomes quite clear that he’s the one who’s been drinking coffee pot after coffee pot this morning. his hair is overgrown and slicked back, sticking out in every direction and just barely held together by what must be the strongest hair gel in the kingdom. glasses atop his nose cover most of his face, crooked where they rest, and excited blue eyes glimmer behind them. he’s in dark slacks and a button up shirt, but the shirt is untucked, his tie is loose and lopsided, and every inch of fabric upon him looks like it needs desperately to be ironed.

     he also has his sleeves rolled up, presumably to keep from getting chalk dust on them, and his arms appear to be covered almost entirely in tattoos. he shakes out his hands and knocks the sleeves back down to cover them before they can be commented on.

          “good morning, miss goodwitch! i hope you don’t mind i helped myself to the coffee in the teacher’s lounge–” that’s almost halfway across the school, how did he manage to get all of this done and keep making trips? “–i figured i’d save what i brought myself for later in case we’re in need of a demonstration of sorts!” he gestures to his thermos, which looks untouched. “i’ve written out all the notes the students will be taking today and separated them all by the classes, since if i remember correctly we have two classes of first-years and a class of third-years on the monday schedule. OH!”

     she blinks and he’s gone, standing up at the top of the lecture hall next to the projector system in the back. “I ALSO WENT AHEAD AND SET UP THE PROJECTOR FOR THE THIRD YEAR CLASS! i had to take a few of the grimm slides from the library–” again, how on earth did he get that far and back? “–but no one was there so i filled out the check out forms myself and left a note so they know when everyone else arrives today, i hope they don’t mind.”

     and then he’s back in front of her, hand outstretched and face covered with a wide smile. “i’m quite thrilled to be teaching under you this year! i understand i’m a bit young for a teacher’s assistant, so i thank both you and professor ozpin endlessly or this opportunity!”

Glynda watched him, utterly bewildered at the man standing before her. There was no doubt in her mind that this was her assistant, but he is quite different from what she had been imagining in her head. The tattoos were certainly a surprise. 

Green eyes watched him, opening her mouth to speak but quickly being quieted as he kept going. Was this part of his semblance? Or perhaps this was just how he was. Either way, she found it rather interesting. Setting her bag down in the chair, Glynda nodded along with his words. Having him around was going to be incredibly helpful. She had been wondering how she would get the notes on the board on her trek over to the school this morning. But now that was dealt with that. Thankfully.

Head snaps up as the man now yells from the back of the hall, a bewildered look appearing on her face. How did he get up there? He was down here just a second ago! As he returned back before her, she felt as if she got whiplash. This would be interesting.

“Well, Mr. Oobleck, I am honestly thrilled to have you as my assistant, however young you may be.” Eyes fall to the outstretched hand, a small sinking feeling hitting her stomach. But she took his hand and gave it a light shake. She barely squeezed. After all, she couldn’t feel anything.

“I know I mentioned this before in one of my emails, but I would just like to remind you that I am recovering from a rather severe accident. I will occasionally drop things due to my injuries, and I would very much appreciate it if you just act like nothing happened and keep going.”

“Now how in the world did you get to the teachers lounge so many times, go to the library, and get all of this written on the board before I got here? How long have you been here?”

[herguidance]

he arrives earlier than anyone else. good thing they gave him a key. he and glynda have yet to meet in person, but she sent him the week's lesson plan to look over--which he now, of course, has memorized. so he takes it upon himself to speed to his new shared classroom and start writing information on the chalkboard. when he's finally greeted with another face, the board is covered about two-thirds of the way with tiny, scribbled lettering, and at least three empty coffee cups sit on the desk.

She had spent so long studying. Even before she was released from the hospital, Glynda Goodwitch had studied and prepared to become a professor. Now, just over a year since she had woken from her coma, she was teaching. She was still working towards her degrees, technically, but with her best friend being the headmaster of Beacon, he allowed her to come and teach early. 

He had set her up with an assistant, someone to aid her day by day. After all, she was still technically recovering. Today would be her first meeting with this Bartholomew Oobleck. They had conversed back and forth for a few days now and she could tell that the young man would be an excellent help for her. Carrying her bag and having a tight grip on her travel mug of tea, Glynda entered her new classroom.

What she was greeted with, however, had not been what she was expecting. For one, the door was unlocked and Bartholomew had already arrived. The lesson plan was almost entirely on the board, and there were several coffee cups on the desk. She blinked, looking from the coffee to the young man. 

“Mr. Oobleck I assume?” Heels click across the floor as Glynda heads straight for the desk. She was quick to set her mug down before she could drop it. Today, she felt nothing in her hands, and the temptation to call out had been incredible. But it was her first day. There was no way she could miss it.

“I’m Miss Goodwitch. We’ve been speaking via email for some time now. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”

@fractumregi FIRST MEETING FIRST MEETING

[herguidance]

{ Miss Rose } / thuskindlyiscatter‌:

     she remembers the handful of moments she & her team had spent in offices like these at the academy; homey interiors, furnished with polished wood desks & cabinets, papers strewn about no matter how tidy each professor tried to keep them. ( you could only do so much teaching the various students of beacon each day, as ruby had come to learn from her father. ) so far, the offices of atlas academy severely lacked the usual comfortable commodities like soft-cushioned seats & freshly brewed coffee. her body language reflects her steadily rising restlessness as she waits in the office, legs idly swinging back & forth as they dangle from the chair.

     ruby sighs loudly. it might as well have been a gunshot in the midst of her solitary silence. she stunned herself with the sound.

          ‘ huh ? ‘ finally, the metallic sound of the office door sliding opening reveals one of the many ruby had dreaded never seeing again. professor glynda goodwitch, unchanged aside from a new layer of fatigue to her features. ruby rises from her seat quickly, shuffles her feet over the floor for about three steps before she stops short in front of her former professor.

     there’s a bewilderment in her eyes that echoes the same look she’d given glynda during their first meeting on the rooftops of vale. sheer admiration, & a ripple of disbelief that such a meeting was occurring outside of a fable. in the lull between them, only the sound of ruby’s unsure footfalls echo across the chamber – one step, & then another drawing her closer, keeping a cautious pace to assure this wasn’t a trick of the mind. ‘ i —— professor. ‘

     the words finally dislodge from her throat, & with it they pull a relieved sob from the depths of her chest that had laid dormant for many, many months. ruby abandons all caution as a choked laugh trips out of her mouth. she rushes across the office space to encircle glynda in a fierce embrace around her midsection. ‘ professor goodwitch – !! you’re okay ! gods, it’s really you … ‘

Had the office been hers, Glynda would have decorated properly. Of course, it was only on load to her. The true professor of this office was out on medical leave after surgery. She didn’t know much else but as they would be returning later on, she knew it wasn’t right to decorate. Not to mention that she had hoped to move on once they found even the slightest hint of Ozpin. 

Green eyes watch the young girl as she rises from her seat, nearly knocking it to the floor with such speeds. Part of her believed it was all a dream. Had she fallen asleep during lunch, and her mind was now taunting her with her dear students? Students she knew were out in the world, and unsure of their status. Were they still ok? Where they still alive? Despite how she had proven herself a brilliant leader during her short time at beacon, Glynda worried often for Ruby. She was the youngest, and knew the least about the world. She hoped that she and the other students would be alright, but that was all she could do.

So when the smaller girl is quick across the space between them, hugging her teacher as tight as she could, Glynda knew that she was in fact awake. Here before her was Ruby, alive and well at initial glance. And if she was here, the other students likely were as well. Despite her firm and cold exterior, it thawed then and there as relief washed over her. She returned the embrace, a hand smoothing over Ruby’s hair in a soothing way. Her students were like her children, and ever would she remain a mother, despite hesitance to admit it. 

“Yes, Miss Rose, it’s really me. Here and okay as you say. Though I should be saying that to you.” She pulls away from the embrace, properly looking the young leader over for any injuries or scars. “You certainly have come a long way since Beacon. And I will admit, as your former instructor, I am so proud of how much you have grown.”

[herguidance]

{ Miss Rose } / thuskindlyiscatter‌:

@herguidance​ picked a card ! ↪ temperance ( balance, moderation, patience, purpose, meaning )

     most would say that she shouldn’t be surprised to be in the professor’s classroom after lecture … again. a second time this week, only two days after her first infraction of dozing off in the middle of class. it wasn’t due to a lack of interest, she assured her professor of that much; ruby’s notebook was filled to the brim with lengthy – albeit messy – notes detailing numerous methods of fighting strategy, ways to take on more opponents with less injury, & ways to utilize strengths to cover prominent weaknesses in a team’s defense. everything about her work aside from penmanship indicated her attention was held, or at the very least she was making attempts to digest the material.

     somewhere along the lines of her notebook, however, the lead of her pencil begins to slip, words devolving into nonsensical loops & lines until they too sputter out of existence as the pencil falls from her fingers. when her head begins to fall from its perch on her shoulder, ruby startles awake with a loud yelp that disrupts the entire class, drawing stares & giggles from the other students even when class has come to an end & she is left wallowing in her chair. ruby can’t manage to lift her head high enough to make eye contact with professor goodwitch when she finally approaches as the last of the students filters out into the halls.

           ‘ i - i’m sorry, professor, ‘ she murmurs, toying with her fingers beneath the desk. everything about her posture projects the mental image of a culpable puppy, knowing something wrong has been done. ‘ i swear, i’ve been trying to get more sleep so it doesn’t happen during class, but … well, the beacon workload is still pretty new to me. i’m still trying to get the hang of all the responsibility. ‘

Over all of her years as a teacher, Glynda had to deal with her fair share of troublemakers. Though she never anticipated one of them being a young girl who got bumped ahead two years thanks to the headmaster. It still made her roll her eyes somewhat when in his presence, but Ruby Rose proved to be a good student. Most of the time. 

The first time Ruby had fallen asleep in class, she had let it slide. After all, Beacon was very different from Signal. But for it to happen a second time? Just mere days after the first? Well, now the deputy headmistress was more concerned. Despite her firm exterior, any alumni of the school would attest to Glynda having a soft side. Especially for her students. She was firm but fair, and always there to lend a helping hand. And so she requested Ruby to stay afterward, packing up the homework while she waited for everyone to leave. As the door closed behind the last student, she walked over to the young girl, green eyes watching her closely as she explained herself.

“If you were a second year student, Miss Rose, you would be leaving here with detention and a rather long paper due about the importance of rest. But you’re a first year, in your first month here. And on top of that, you were moved ahead two years. That alone warrants more time to adjust.” She adjusted her glasses, now standing on the other side of Ruby’s desk.

“But because this has happened twice this week alone, perhaps you and I should sit down and discuss this. Work together to create a bit of a schedule for when your work needs to done. This way, we can make sure you’re taking care of your responsibilities, and getting a good night’s sleep. How does that sound?”

[herguidance]

❝Beacon Academy is not a place. It is an idea,                                                            which has taken root in each and every one of you.                                                    You are Beacon,                         and you must now go forth and serve as a hopeful light for others.❞

                                                                ———————–                                                    Indie Glyn.da Goo.dwitch of RW/BY                                                                   Charmed by Moro

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[herguidance]

When James said she had a surprise for her, she wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. Perhaps it was something to aid with her current position. Taking up the role of a teacher at Atlas was certainly far different than teaching at Beacon. Oh! Perhaps it was a gift of caffeinated teas. Glynda was beginning to run low with how much she was drinking these days. Upon arriving in her office, however, she was met with a young girl, clad in tattered red clothes.

“Miss Rose? Is that truly you?”

@thuskindlyiscatter​ liked for a starter!

[herguidance]

Everything around her was darkness. She had been dreaming, she realized that much. But once she had, the images and sounds melted away. Now floating in a dark abyss, she wondered what to do. Soon, a faint beeping sound began, and it grew louder and louder. She followed the direction of the sound, a point of light also appearing. This was all still a dream, right? Once close enough, she reached out a hand to touch the light.

Green eyes blinked open to a brightly lit room. It wasn’t hers, and was certainly no hotel. Turning her head to the right, Glynda saw all sorts of machinery. Machines and devices that she recognized from various points over the years. She was in a hospital. But why? Turning her head to the left, however, she was met with the visage of someone she knew very well. A man with well kept black hair, and wearing an Atlas Military uniform. One of the few people in the whole world who knew her well. Despite how sore her throat felt, she managed to croak out a question.

“James...?

@philotimon i stab ye

[needsmorememes]

‘Something's Wrong’ Sentence Starters

Something’s Wrong With My Muse

“Oh, God, you’re bleeding. You’re bleeding a lot.”

“Stop squirming, I’m trying to help.”

“Hang on, I got you.”

“Just lean on me, I’ll help you walk.”

“We should get that looked at.”

“Don’t tilt your head back, you’ll make your nosebleed worse!”

“Just sit up and breathe, ok?”

“Eh, you’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”

“Whatever you do, don’t go to sleep. Stay awake.”

“Oooooo. That looks painful.”

“Oh, thank God! Don’t scare me like that!”

“How the hell did you do this to yourself?”

“Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?”

“You stopped breathing.”

“Oh look, it’s alive.”

“Take deep breaths, you’ll be fine.”

“Arms shouldn’t move like that…”

“What happened to your leg?!”

“Yep, that’s broken alright. How’d you manage that?”

“Here’s some ice for that.”

“You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Yeesh, you look like shit.”

“Wait, you were mugged?!”

“Is that a stab/gunshot wound?”

“Ok, ew. I’m not cleaning that up.”

“Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head.”

“You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn’t be moving around too much if I were you.”

“I thought you were dead!”

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?”

“Can you walk on your own?”

“You’re getting blood on my clothes!”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

Something’s Wrong With Your Muse

“Is that three fingers you’re holding up?”

“I’m so sorry for getting blood on your clothes!”

“I’m not sure I can walk on my own.”

“On a scale of 1 to 10, my pain’s at least an 8.”

“You thought I was dead?”

“Do you think I have a concussion?”

“I hit my head; now I don’t feel so good.”

“I’m so sorry. Do you mind cleaning up?”

“I think I’ve been stabbed/shot.”

“I just got mugged!”

“Do I look as bad as I feel?”

“Could I maybe get an ice pack for this?”

“Thank you, by the way.”

“I think my leg is broken.”

“I can’t feel my arm.”

“I’m going to need more than deep breathing to calm me down.”

“I’m not dead yet!”

“Oh, God, I’m bleeding. I’m bleeding a lot.”

“Are you really trying to help?”

“Please help me.”

“Can I lean on you? I don’t think I can walk.”

“I think I need to get this looked at.”

“I can’t get my nose to stop bleeding!”

“I can’t seem to catch my breath.”

“I’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”

“Please help me stay awake.”

“This hurts just as much as it looks like it does.”

“Sorry - did I scare you?”

“I don’t know how I managed to do this to myself.”

“I don’t know if I can stay awake.”

“I stopped breathing?”

Note: Revamp of an older sentence starter post found here.

[herguidance]

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My favorite thing about them

“His devotion to his nieces is unparalleled. Despite how much of an ass he can be, he’s still a good man. And it shows with those girls.”

My least favorite thing about them

“He’s an absolute ass and most of the time is unapologetic about it.”

Do I find them attractive?

“No.”

Are we friends?

“I like to think that we are. We’re not exactly close friends, but we are friends.”

Would I date them? Would I marry them? Would I have children with them?

“Absolutely not.”

Would I die for them?

“It all depends on the circumstances. I try not to die for anyone. I’d rather save them.”

[brittsmemes]

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My favorite thing about them

My least favorite thing about them

Do I find them attractive?

Are we friends?

Would I date them?

Would I marry them? 

Would I have children with them?

Would I die for them? 

[herguidance]

{ James } / philotimon‌:

          James grimaces at the mental image, he can’t help it. ❝ That’ll be the day! ❞ The prospect of shrinking with old age isn’t an appealing one in the slightest. Luckily, it’s so far into the future there’s no point in worrying over it… though he can’t help but rest assured that neither side of the family is short.

          He falls into step beside her easily, hands folding behind his back. ❝ Not long at all. We just arrived this morning. The rest of my team’s still in our rooms, but I’ve… well, I’ve been exploring. ❞ He manages to look a little sheepish, shoulders hunching up slightly. ❝ I was hoping to run into you, what with us being in Beacon and all. ❞ It’d been so long since they’d last seen each other in person, he’d been unable to wait. Even in spite of how long and tiring the flight had been.

“It’s a ways off, but now I’m slightly hoping you shrink! Just so I can be taller thank you for a while.” She laughs warmly, beginning to walk along and show him around. Beacon was a large school, much like all the huntsman academies. But when comparing Atlas Academy and Beacon, Glynda saw the clear winner in terms of appearance. Beacon had beautiful grounds, the buildings spread out. You wouldn’t find beauty like this in Atlas. Then again, she’s never be there.

Green eyes shift to James as she stops in her tracks, staring at him with a hand on her hip. “James,” A smirk tugs at her look, honestly amused by him. ‘I know it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other but I go to school here. You’d run into me eventually.” Glynda chuckles warmly, clapping him lightly on the back.

“Let’s go and find you some coffee or an energy drink if you insist on hanging out.”