H U N T R E S S E S

Indie Multi-Muse RP blog for various muses from RWBY. Semi-selective. Written by Katherine.

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dispetal‌:

                 “Cool!”      Fingerguns    become   hands    as    she    lets    a    small    ‘pew    pew’    tumble    from    her    lips,    giggling    a    bit    –     thoughts    of    the    book    already    forgotten.    Sorry,    Blake!    There’s    BETTER,    LESS    BORING     things    to    do!    Besides,    it’d    be    nice    to   hang    with    any    of    her   teammates!    Team    bonding!    Or    –    friend    bonding!     Both!           “Ooh,    this   is    gonna    be   AWESOME!    Do    you    wanna    explore    the    place?    OH–   or,   or,    there’s   this   ice   cream    place   near    here,   I    know    like   EVERYWHERE    in    Atlas    is    cold    but    the    texture    of    the    ice   cream   is    really    good    –    and    you    get    to    put   candy    in    it   and    cookies,   and–”

While it was nice to see Ruby so excited about the idea of hanging out, Blake knew her teammate well enough to know that if she didn’t stop the girl now, she’d probably keep going on and on all the way to the ice cream shop.

“Whoa, whoa, Ruby! Calm down.” She said with a small laugh. “I already said I’m coming with you, didn’t I? If you want to go get ice cream, then let’s go get ice cream. Sounds like you already know the area well enough to lead the way, so I’ll follow you to wherever you feel like going.”

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@huntrcsses | quadruplets starter

    'Menta, Menta, Menta. Got one question for you.’

Hush is prodded against Menta’s chest, Mirtillo advancing on her and pushing her back. Her hair is frazzled, the purple strands tangled and knotted. A look of anger resides within her eyes, Hush continuing to poke Menta again, and again. As she’s pushed against a wall, it lowers, the physical agitation replaced with furious signing.

    'Where is my shampoo and my comb? Neo didn’t take it, Fragola hides her stuff, and only you follow the same routine I do. Where is it?’

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While it would probably be easiest to just admit her guilt, that was never Menta’s style. Besides, she needed it more than Mirtillo did, so she could hardly be blamed for taking it.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She signed back, her face never changing from a small, almost cocky smirk. “I would never take anything from my dear sisters. Maybe you just put them somewhere else and forgot about it.”

“Besides, wild unkempt hair is a good look for you. You should wear it out.”

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i made this years ago and it’s still relevant

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"almooost... doooone!" ruby's tongue pokes out of her mouth in concentration as she focuses intently. a few more moments, and she gives a small, triumphant, "aha!" a perfect job well-done, if she does say so herself. "you look so pretty, sis!" she tells her, leaning over yang's shoulder where she's braided roses into her hair.

Yang’s hair was very important to her. Anyone who had spent any amount of time around her knew that. It was rare that she allowed anyone to even touch it, much less style it. But Ruby was the exception to that rule. After she had heard how excited her sister was at the idea of styling her hair, how could Yang say no?

As soon as Ruby said she was done, Yang grabbed a nearby hand mirror, and looked at her new hairstyle.

“Wow, I gotta admit, I didn’t think you had it in you, sis!” She teased, laughing a bit before giving a more sincere smile and placing an affectionate hand on the top of her sister’s head.

“It looks great. Better than I could’ve ever hoped for. You’re really talented, Ruby.”

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amicities‌:

❝ Of course not, Ruby!!! I have learned that you can’t handle the boots!  ❞ The red-head suddenly takes the huntress into a warm, yet an unusual soft hug. ❝ Happy valentines, Ruby!  ❞

While she takes offense to the idea that she “can’t handle” the boots, she doesn’t press the matter any further, simply returning the hug with a soft smile. This was exactly the kind of hug she had been hoping for.

“Happy Valentine’s, Penny.”

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❝ Valen…tines? I think I have heard of this celebration before…but I never really got what it meant!  ❞ ❝ I cannot consume chocolates, but I will give hugs if that suffices!  ❞

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“...If I say yes to a hug, you’re not gonna charge at me with your rocket boots again, right?”

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               I    THINK    I    KNOW    HOW    ATLAS    FELT    WHEN    HE    GOT    THE    CARDS    THAT    HE    WAS    DEALT.    IT    SEEMS    A    PRETTY    LOUSY    HAND.     AND    LIFE    IS    FULL     OF    ROTTEN    DEALS,    YOU’VE    GOT    NO    CLUE    JUST    HOW    IT    FEELS    WHEN    EVERYONE    EXPECTS    SO    MUCH    YOU    CAN    BARELY    STAND.     ( w/ @metalpetals. )

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shovvteeth‌:

The words were a sharp jeer to Robyn who had already been teetering on the knife’s edge of desperation the moment that damned giant Grimm had shown up. Now was not the time for a calm and collected politician, it was for the teeth bore and bloodied Huntress that needed to be out HELPING instead of being caged like a wild beast.

Under any other circumstance, any other time and date, a questionable woman with scarring and a clearly unpleasant demeanor offering aid would have been met with mistrust and disdain; perhaps even rejection at some given stages. 

“I REALLY hate to break this to you, ma’am, but i’ve been on the rockier side of the law for a while.” Robyn huffed, trying to retain some of her shattering dignity from this strangers prodding. How low must she be falling that she was being mocked and pitied in jail by another, presumed, convict.

There was always a catch to these type of things and Robyn Hill was no fool to blindly accept aid from a stranger without first reading the small print on the matters.

“So, I am considerin’ your offer and it’s pretty appealing.” What wasn’t there to like about it? A Get Out Of Jail Free card that landed right in her lap. “But what are you gaining from this? I really doubt this is for free.”

Robyn’s mind first filtered to the political power gain that a favour from her would do. Was this something that would come to bite her in the ass?

And honestly, would it even matter if they were all dead anyways because of a GIANT GRIMM and Ironwood’s blatant breakdown.

An excellent question, and one she had obviously prepared for. What did she stand to gain from breaking someone she hardly even knew out of prison?

“I think I have a lot to gain. Personal satisfaction. A slight against Ironwood that’ll make him even more vulnerable than he already is.”

“And, if you should turn things around and regain that respect the top brass once had for you, I might even gain some friends in high places.”

She then places her hand on the door to the prison cell once more, looking at Robyn with a simple satisfied smirk.

“But, if you’re that suspicious of me, perhaps this arrangement won’t work out after all. I’m sure there are other victims of Ironwood’s paranoia somewhere in this jail that would be more cooperative, should you refuse to trust me. I’ll leave the choice up to you, Ms. Hill.”

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bornsteel‌:

    watching the liquor in the bottle slowly disappear as her mother drank made weiss’ stomach churn, hands curling into fists at her side.   it took everything she had not to crumble then and there, bring forth her anger and her fear in a giant swell of emotion.   taking one deep breath, weiss stepped forward, gently taking hold of the bottle in her mother’s hand to set it to the side – not out of reach, but out of sight.

     ❛     its not too late.     ❜    weiss insisted, taking her mother’s hands in her own.      ❛     it won’t be easy…  and we’ll never be perfect.   it’s always going to be hard, but at least now…   without him here, we have a chance to move forward.   that was never going to happen with him holding us all back.     ❜

She was surprised that Weiss had taken the bottle from her hands and set it out of sight, but at the same time, even she had to admit that perhaps now wasn’t the best time to drink.

Now that she’s not distracted by the swirling alcohol in the bottle, she has a chance to really take in what her daughter is saying, and her words ring true. Without Jacques here, the main toxic influence on this family was gone, and nothing would change if she kept her pessimistic attitude about everything.

However, there was still one point that caused her to hesitate.

“You’re right, Weiss. We can fix this family if we try hard enough. But... The operative word there is ‘we’. I’m sure your brother and I could get along well enough without you, but...”

“Now that your father is gone, would you... ever consider staying with us again?”

It was a selfish question, and she knew it. But she just had to ask.

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           “–Would    you    either     eat     100    bricks    or    a    matter    baby?”

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“What’s a brick?”

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@ruledgrimm​

Why Neo had agreed to anything Cinder ordered her to do was far beyond her. She had much bigger concerns to deal with, like hunting down the girl that had killed Roman. But, here she was, obeying orders like an obedient pet, standing before the ruler of the Grimm herself.

However, unlike most people, who would probably bow before such an intense and threatening presence, Neo just looked unamused.

“I hope you’re not expecting me to work for you.” She spoke in sign language, the only form of communication she had besides just writing her thoughts down, which didn’t seem practical at the moment. “I barely even work for Cinder. The only reason I’m even here is because she wanted me to be. She said you ‘wanted to talk to me’.”

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NEW VERSE FOR NEO: Quadruplet AU with @infiltrctor​, @aureumdraconeus​, and @iriidum​

so, because we have no control over our lives and we’re all sluts for the twin au idea, we decided to take that to the next level and create a quadruplet au between the four of us

the long and short of the au is that neo has three identical twin sisters, named mirtillo, fragola, and menta. all four of them lived together alone until eventually being found and recruited by roman. however, just like in canon, roman is eventually killed, and now instead of one vengeful ice cream bitch, there are four.

my version of neo, in the terms of this au, looks like this and is named menta, which is mint in italian, because she reminds me of mint chocolate chip ice cream 

she’s more of the “actions speak louder than words” sort of gal, preferring to just get things done and not waste any time with trying to talk things out (talking being a relative term of course, because she’s still mute)

her weapon is just a differently colored version of hush, which works out because it helps her mimic her sisters when she needs to, or just whenever she feels like it

her semblance is similar to neo’s in that it causes illusions, but hers are purely auditory in nature. she can make you hear things that aren’t actually happening, which she usually uses to make enemies think that their teammates are in danger

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@huntrcsses​ || In times of need–

This damn day was going from bad to worse and Robyn Hill could feel the bile raising in her throat as she paced the four small walls of this cell; the heavy metal door blocking her way but hell, they gave her a PRIME  fuckin’ view of the giant Whale outside!

A low snarling sound left her mouth as she returned back to the same spot she had been standing not minutes prior as if the metal door had bent or shifted to allow her exit. Nope, it was still solid and she had only enough room to peer out or twist her wrist through with high odds of getting stuck–

Maybe worth the risk if there was anything of use outside. Spoilers; There wasn’t.

Any guard that usually stood firm to keep vigil was very likely a mile gone just by the sight of that giant Grimm.

“Fuck sake!” She hisses to the silence, fist hitting reinforced metal as she began searching once again for anything in this stupid, tiny cell that would be of use. It was only when heeled footsteps began to echo did Robyn return to the small window of view to peer.

“Hey–! Hey!” She demanded her lawyer and knew how the laws fuckin’ worked! 

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“Not even a day in jail and already reduced to growling like a caged animal. Fitting, for someone who had it all, then lost it just as quickly.”

The voice came from afar, but soon enough the woman it belonged to stepped into view of Robyn’s prison cell, stopping right in front of the bars with a smirk on her face.

“Sad, isn’t it? To go from respected politician to wanted criminal in such a short timespan. I feel bad for you.” That was a lie, but Robyn didn’t really need to know that.

“Bad enough that I’d be willing to lend you a hand in righting this wrong, if you should allow me.” She traced her fingers across the iron bars of the cell. They wouldn’t be much of a challenge to break through if she really wanted to. Did she have anything to gain by freeing Robyn? Not really. But anything that would make Ironwood more paranoid, more of an ineffective leader, was well worth it in her eyes.

“I could have you out of here in no time. Being a wanted free woman is better than being a compliant prisoner locked up in a cage, isn’t it?“