R e d e m p t i o n

"The sins of the father, the sins of the mother...they are mine to bear." Selective Indie RWBY OC. Please read rules before following, thank you. Face claim: Gintoki Sakata

[hollrvaldr]

grcwingstrcng​:

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“I’m going to do my very best, kid.” It was all that he could promise the boy. Confident as he was that they would be able to do it, James wasn’t going to set the kid up for disappointment. “Is there a way to tell them apart? Those of you who were forced to fight, and the ones who put you in this situation?”

There seemed to be an intent stare from the young boy, as if looking for any deceit, any falsehood from the general in front of him. The look of someone who had been told something once, only to have it taken away from them in the same instance. Once he was sure he found what he wanted did the intensity drop, giving a small nod in approval.

“...Most a us are in chains. Jus’ look around ‘n you’ll see some in cages, some in infirmaries...a few dumped out in the trenches outside where they dispose a th’ dead...th’ ones who kept us here are far better off than we are: armed, well kept, thingsl ike tha’. You’ll know...trust me. Not tha’ hard ta see.”

[hollrvaldr]

grcwingstrcng​:

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“I wonder if we’ll ever find out.”

And certainly, he worked with the liberation of all of Remnant in mind. If he could not know freedom, Ozpin wanted whoever took over for him to be able to.

“How are your studies going?”

“Mm...”

An awkward silence to that, the Wolf Faunus not exactly sure where to go from there. He was more of a listener than a talker, really. At least when it came to casual and polite conversation. It was harder for him to do, especially due to his semblance. One would think that feeling the emotions of everyone you met would help, but really it just made things more complicated.

When his studies were mentioned, Sköll blinked momentarily, having been lost in his thoughts before his tail tucked inward ever so slightly at the quesiton.

“Uh...they’re...goin’. Rememberin’ aura is...tricky fer me, still...” he admitted lamerly.

[hollrvaldr]

grcwingstrcng​:

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“I was just wondering, is all… what would you do if you were offered that freedom?”

Would the boy even know where to go? Ozpin often asked himself if he could go back to a normal life if for any reason Ozma could simply move on to another host.

That seemed like a loaded question. One that took the wolf faunus time to think on. What would he even do with such freedom if he were offered it? What would he do with his time and energy? He didn’t necessarily have the heart to be a huntsman like most people in the world. Fighting was...something he constantly did and he wasn’t sure if he could keep going with it.

Yet at the same time, he wasn’t entirely sure if he could stop either.

“...I dunno,” he finally admitted with a heavy sigh.

“I dunno.”

[hollrvaldr]

qrowtheunlucky​:

@hollrvaldr​ sent: “I’ve seen you in the news…”

Oh yay, exactly what he wanted, a ‘fan’. Keeping his attention to the glass in front of him as he sat at his usual stool at the bar, he shrugged.

“Yeah and?” he replied, taking that glass up to his lips and indulging in a long pull of the bitter, bottom shelf whiskey inside. “Look kid, I don’t do autographs if that’s what you’re looking for.”

Of course Qrow was very likely over estimating his notoriety. Everyone knew ‘of’ him but very few actually knew what he looked like. The fact that he’d been seen once or twice in news coverage… it likely had nothing to do with his actual reputation. But… a little bit of self importance once in awhile didn’t hurt… did it?

The irritation that he sensed off the guy was coming off in waves at this point, and it took every bit of concentration to make sure that the Faunus didn’t end up absorbing it and making himself feel just as shitty as this guy. Which was going to be hard, honestly: he seemed to be ever stuck in a perpetual state of self loathing and bitterness towards the world.

Huh...now why did that sound familiar?

“Please, don’t flatter yerself. Wha’s a useless thing like tha’ gonna do fer me?” he asked rhetorically, snorting softly before he continued. “Nah, I ain’t here fer sentimental reasons er none a tha’: I was told ta keep an eye out fer ya by yer niece, Rubes. Left me with a message fer ya while she went off ta do her own thing. Ya want it or not?”

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grcwingstrcng​:

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James was a little concerned when the boy seemed to become lost in thought, unsure if he’d done or said something upsetting, even if he didn’t think that was the case. But Sköll seemed to quickly come out of it, and the general relaxed.

“Well, I suppose that depends on just what is the usual amount of danger around here… but we came to shut down this fighting ring.”

Danger...

At the word, Sköll’s tail lowered ever so slightly, looking at the ground as he clutched what remained of his left shoulder now in both a mixture of evident pain and hesitance. Shut it down?? Could they really do that?? Could they...really make it stop?

It seemed too good to be true.

“You promise??” he asked suddenly, his tail sticking straight up now and slightly bristled. 

“You ain’t lyin’?? You really gonna help these folks out ‘n make sure they get a good life? No more fightin’???” the faunus continued, no small amount of desperation in his voice as he asked.

“Please...I don’t want no more dyin’ if’n they don’t have ta...”

[hollrvaldr]

fumusdamnatorum​:

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Silas stops dead in his tracks. Turning over his shoulder to look at Sköll. He’d be damned, the kid is actually thinking about it. From what he heard, it’s hard to get into that unit. But hey, if the kid really wants to try, worst case, he’d get some huntsman training in him at Atlas, maybe get out to Shade or some other school if he gets kicked out. Hell of a better way that mindlessly…wandering.

“The kid’s name is Chernovich. First name Aleksi. His father runs an all-faunus Special Reconnaissance unit with the Atlesian military. It’s a nice gig from what I heard, but you gotta jump through their hoops first. Hell, from what I heard, he’s going through the process right now.” He rests his hands on his hips, eventually reaching into his scroll, pulling up details and copying them over to a burner scroll. After the process the done, he tosses it over.

“It’s a long road north. And from the way things are looking, Atlas is going to be very quiet very quickly. They’re closing borders quick. So however you get there is up to you.” An idea comes to the bounty hunter…but the mission comes first…his mission comes first. 

Aleski...Aleski Chernovich. That was a rather...fanciful name if he ever heard one. But given just how out of place it sounded, he would definitely remember it. At least he hoped he would. Maybe just repeating it in his head a few times would help it to stick, yeah? Here was hoping, anyway, at the very least...

The idea of being in the Atlesian military was...admittedly less than ideal for the Wolf Faunus, but at this point, it was better than how he was wondering about right now, barely living on what he could find. Hell, maybe he might even find better materials for his prosthetic over there if he could get in. Prosthetics...food, a warm place to sleep, and maybe a sense of usefulness.

Sköll couldn’t help but tilt his head ever so slightly when he saw Silas pull out a scroll, curiosity evident in the Faunus’ face before he reached out to catch the scroll, blinking slowly before he looked over at the screen, then looked back at the hunter. Hrm...

“...Alright. I, uh...I appreciate it. Really, I do. Should I mention yer name when I get there, or would ya rather keep anonymous about this meeting?” he asked, seeming oddly patient for such an answer to come.

[kaenith]

A favorite character dynamic / story arc

[hollrvaldr]

grcwingstrcng​:

@hollrvaldr​ gets a thingo from oz

“Never knew the taste of freedom.”

“...Not really, no, he admitted, his tail drooping slightly.

“Why?? Wha’s it to ya?”

[slavicafire]

be wild, be unruly, bare your teeth to the world; be the terror and the abomination, be the blood on their hands, be the last exhale of a raging sun. ravage, devour, revel in the madness of the sleepless nights. burn, and bite, and grin like a feral god.

[hollrvaldr]

grcwingstrcng​:

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He couldn’t help but laugh when the young boy swatted at his arm. It was pretty durable, so the kid’s gesture did basically nothing. If it had been his first prosthesis, though… honestly, it might have come off.

James remained in place, not wanting to alarm the boy. Any further movement might scare him off, and who knows what could happen to the kid out there on his own?

“It’s a pleasure, Sköll.”

Well...he seemed good humored, that much was certain. And that arm...the younger would be lying if he said he wasn’t even the slightest bit impressed. A familiar itch crossed his fingers again, and even if he only had one arm, he wanted to fidget with that prosthetic, find out how it worked, its internal structures and--

A slow blink now before he came to, giving a small nod in response, then to the army behind him.

“Why so many men? Is there a big danger ‘round these parts? Well...bigger than usual, anyway?” the boy asked, his tail swishing lightly. 

[superiorvengeance]

my muse: Don’t touch me.

also my muse: [REALLY NEEDS A HUG]

[hideur-pickle-jars]

Sundays are for the sharp-tooth, shadow-dwelling boiis

[cryptblood]

[trashmemes]

KID GORGEOUS SENTENCE STARTERS   —   quotes pulled from john mulaney’s 2018 stand-up comedy special. feel free to make alterations.

i try to stay a little optimistic, even though i will admit, things are getting pretty sticky.

your story doesn’t have a lot of details.

whoa! what the fuck is this?

forget about that poor son of a bitch.

i thought i was going to be murdered my entire childhood.

your odds of coming back alive are slim to none.

famous people are weird as shit.

say more right now!

now we don’t have time to unpack all that.

i was afraid that the best buy guy was going to be mad at me.

they tricked me. they tricked me like brendan dassey in making a murderer.

at least you have baby aspirin.

none of us really know our fathers. anyway…

that’ll throw him off his rhythm.

you ever seen a ghost? 

i dare you to do it. i want you to do it.

none of that matters, but it’s important to me that you know that.

this is so much nicer than what i’m about to do.

shit, i gotta wear all those layers.

street smarts!

you’re not getting me to no secondary location.

i lived on cigarettes and alcohol and adderall.

hey, do you want me to kill that guy for you?

get the fuck out of here with your technicalities.

we gotta think of some weird, slow activities to fill the day.

prove to me you’re not a robot.

i have hair on my shoulders now.

are you going to talk the entire time?

just ‘cause you’re accurate does not mean you’re interesting.

years later, i’d be in college about to go down on some rocking twink.

you are an idiot who fell in love with her.

i need everybody, all day long, to like me so much. 

get out of here with that shit!

people say that on the internet, but never to your face.

he was the weirdest goddamn person i ever saw in my life.

what is college? stop going until we figure it out.

i lived like a goddamn ninja turtle.

[baddeleyite-archived]

(For OCs) Who would you see as my muse’s voice actor? Bonus points for why.

[vaememes]

NETFLIX’S   ‘  OUTER  BANKS  ‘   SENTENCE    PROMPTS   .

*  A VARIETY & MIXTURE OF NETFLIX’S OUTER BANKS PROMPTS, CHANGE PRONOUNS AS NEEDED / FITTING .

‘   until i see a body,  i’m not giving up.   ‘

‘   you hang out with trash, you get dirty.  ‘

‘   i’m stuck! you’re gonna rip me. ‘

‘   our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time. ‘

‘   kids are gettin’ weirder every year.   ‘

‘   you love being seen with me, but you don‘t love me. ‘

‘   it’s only denial if you’re wrong.   ‘

‘   we do whatever we want, whenever we want.   ‘

‘   we’re ignored and neglected !   ‘

‘   you act like i’ve never seen a boy in underwear before.   ‘

‘   get your head out of the gutter!   ‘

‘   the north star. what everything spins around.  ‘

‘   if i’m the one mediating, we’ve hit rock bottom.  ‘

‘   stop barking at the snakes!  ‘

‘   did you just yeet over that chain?! ‘

‘   hey, do you remember when you kissed me?  ‘

‘   the wifi’s not working, i can’t post anything …  ‘

‘   there was a hurricane, sweetheart. ‘

‘   i’m on treasure hunt. ‘

‘   wait, you, guys, we’re gonna be rich! ‘

‘   it’s true. most relaxed i’ve ever seen him.   ‘

‘   so that’s what we’re doing now? we’re robbing drug dealers?  ‘

‘   i’m sorry … for basically throwing us off a cliff.  ‘

‘   you have to pick a side, [name].  ‘

‘   how long have you been lying to us?  ‘

‘   why’s your family think i’m just some bitch they can shit on? ‘

‘   look, i can’t pretend like this isn’t real.   ‘

‘   stay out of each other’s rooms.  ‘

‘   i figured it might be good news. ‘

‘   do you want us to answer that or? ‘

‘   do i look like the type of person to fall for [name]? ‘

‘   i want emancipation.  ‘

‘   we’re gonna find you a safe and loving home.  ‘

‘   come on, think about it.  ‘

‘   and i don’t like your friends!  ‘

‘   you guys saw that? ‘

‘   guys we can’t keep that money. ‘

‘   not all of us can afford unlimited data plans. ’

‘   they said you used to be a good student.  ‘

‘   let’s get the hell out of here, man.  ‘

‘   hey, been looking all over for you.  ‘

‘   you realize i’m just trying to protect you? ‘

‘   you just gonna go hang out with them?  ‘

‘   what do you expect from me? hand signals?  ‘

‘   i’m sorry that— i just care about you. ‘

‘   yeah– just, you’re just gonna walk away..  ‘

‘   we …. we aren’t here about the lighthouse.  ‘

‘   good. you’re gonna be good. ‘

‘   what secret– oh, that secret.  ‘

‘   i just got fired because of you. ‘

‘   some need jobs so that they can eat.  ‘

‘   what the fuck?  ‘

‘   you are exactly who i thought you were, [name]. ‘

‘   look, you are my best and i need you right now. ‘

‘   i’m sorry about the kiss thing.  ‘

‘   that was super weird and i feel awkward about it.  ‘

‘   listen, i need you and i’m begging.  ‘

‘   back in the friend zone.  ‘

‘   it’s not a place, it’s a person.  ‘

‘   you cover for me sneaking out with [name] tonight.   ‘

‘   i don’t feel like you care.  ‘

‘   what do you want me to say?  ‘

‘   i don’t want you to say anything! ‘

‘   you said you would take care of it? did you take care of it?  ‘

‘   you need to get it together.  ‘

‘   now get out of here, i’m sick of looking at you.  ‘

‘   maybe make yourself useful somewhere, somehow.  ‘

‘   you don’t just get to sit back and have everything handed to you. ‘

‘   i’ll believe that when i see that.  ‘

‘   shouldn’t have bought that motorcycle. ‘

‘   excuse the mess.  ‘

‘   this what we’re looking for?  ‘

‘   did you come up with that?  ‘

‘   i was one hundred percent sure she was into you.  ‘

‘   maybe she’s just into somebody else.   ‘

‘   whoever’s up there better come on out! ‘

‘   do not go any closer to the edge.  ‘

‘   so what? that was just … ‘

‘   i’m trying to figure it out, are you into this or not?  ‘

‘   i swear it was not me. ‘

‘   i’m not the reason you got fired.  ‘

‘   i mean, it was really bad timing.  ‘

‘   i— i was freaking out.  ‘

‘   why do you ask? ‘

‘   you should be seeing something, man. ‘

‘   it’s the only way to be safe. ‘

‘   okay, then i’m coming with you.  ‘

‘   one last mission then i’m out of this dirty, dirty game. ‘

‘   what, you got a better idea? ‘

‘   please tell me you did not bring a gun here?  ‘

‘   i didn’t bring the gun. everything’s fine, okay. ‘

‘   wow, thank you, that’s really convincing.  ‘

‘   are you checking yourself out?  ‘

‘   i feel like if i don’t get out of the bubble wrap now. i never will.  ‘

‘   be careful what you wish for.  ‘

‘  it wasn’t him! it was me. ‘

[hollrvaldr]

You, an intellectual: The following statement asserts my hypothesis on the plausible past actions undertaken by the collective to whom I address in the 2nd person perspective.

me, a southerner: y'all'd've