HEART OF STEEL.

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LEAVE MY HOME YOU GODLESS HEATHEN.

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hi btw this account was Hacked™ by @mcnkeybusiness enjoy the mess ;)

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WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

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hi btw this account was Hacked™ by @mcnkeybusiness enjoy the mess ;)

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❝ ι juѕт wanт тo leave ❞ – ancient proverb

     these posts always get around faster ( read: i’m too lazy to make an actual fancy promo ) so here i am! hello hello i am a ☆=(ゝω･)/ BRAND SPANKIN’ NEW *｡:* roleplay blog for outlast’s waylon park. if you think you might be interested in interacting then just smash that like/reblog button to pieces and i’ll give you a looksie!

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╳┆        therefore do NOT throw away your confidence, which has a great reward. for you have need of endurance, so that when you have done ≫the will of god≪ you may receive what is promised. for, “yet a little while, && the coming one will come && will not delay; but 「my righteous one 」 shall live by faith, && if he shrinks back, my soul has no pleasure in him.” but we are not of those who shrink back && are destroyed, but 【of those who have faith && preserve their souls.】

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Qrow bc he’s sexy 

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send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

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''Jimmy, you used to call on my cellphone.'' It's just Qrow.

          ║ℍEART OF STEEL.║

        ❝I still do, Qrow. In fact, I called you fifty times on your last assignment, and as I quite clearly recall, you answered a grand total of none.❞ ╝

                                             IT IS BETTER TO ASK FORGIVENESS                                                                            THAN PERMISSION.

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I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand.

Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why (via nastyorchid)

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╚ BROKEN HEART. ╝

“How could you leave me, James?” Jameson sneered at his brother, eyebrows knitting up and he gripped tightly at his hatchet. “Why did you leave me?! Just because I reminded you of yourself?! That is not a good enough answer, you damn fool!” 

          ║ℍEART OF STEEL.║

╚ If he had to choose between reliving the memory of watching his own body torn apart limb by limb and facing his mirror image in a cold-blooded return from his despaired state, he would choose the later every single time. Forgive the warmth that he steps in, for this iron-hearted monster has no love to spare. Armor clad and at the ready, he’s reached a revelation these past five years. Blood makes a man thirsty. Death makes a man prudent. Laying in bed for hours, monotony becoming of a pallid countenance, a friend found in sickened silence, and a small razor blade to shave away the night terror, that makes a man selfish. Selfish he is for wanting to preserve the image of a strong captain so that his brother may strike ambition in its chords, selfish he is for hiding his weakness away. He’s become incredibly selfish, and frankly, dear brother, he cannot expend useless energy on an even more useless excuse.

╚ Strike him as you will, the words are sticks that break no bones. There is an ignited immortality scraping the rust from weary eyes and tired fingers, fingers that wrap tightly around the pistol at his hilt, an immortality you will never touch. Dragged through hell and back kicking and screaming and bleeding, it leaves a man with a sense of flight. He will not explain himself to you, not yet, not when you are like this, when your eyes burn in hunger. Penance, retribution, it’s a gluttonous fire. Brother dearest, you’ve never been religious, but there’s a certain zealous fire in the venom you spit. Does he deserve judgement? Has a demon replaced the flesh Jameson yearned to have? James will not hesitate to put this sin out. They never fought, but it’s about damn time.

          ❝Don’t hold that weapon in your hand unless you intend to use it, Jameson. I did not leave you, I wouldn’t ever leave you.❞ ╝

╚ It’s the reason why his weapon is only leaving a cold whisper in his metal hand and not taking aim at his brother. It’s the reason why he stands there with a head held high and a straight posture like he is facing a firing squad. It’s the reason why he hasn’t thrown himself to the ground begging for forgiveness. No he is not surprised that you have turned out like this, brother of his, for you were always the sensitive one, you always wore your heart on your sleeve, you always believed in the good of others. So go ahead and yell obscenities, go ahead and make empty threats, go ahead and thrust all your blame on your brother’s shoulders. The reason he will humor you is the same reason he cannot say anything in his own defense. He loves you too much to do so.

                                             IT IS BETTER TO ASK FORGIVENESS                                                                            THAN PERMISSION.

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╚ WELCOME OPPORTUNITY. ╝

                 Feline ears twitched at the sound of the man’s voice. She quickly turned to face the young man who was assigned to her group (well, now group?). Today was nothing but a simple meeting. Reina perfectly knew that it would be better if she was to meet her teammates before going to ‘save the world’. Well, not just save the world, but simply doing their job. EITHER WAY — once she turned, Serebrova need to slightly look up to see the man’s face. She cursed in the back of her head. Once again she remembered those nicknames: pipsqueak, hobbit, shorty and kitten (thank to her fluffy feline ears).

                 And wait, did he just call her MISS? She felt strange. Was it sarcasm? Or was he really that polite to not make fun of her height? Oh well, if he will start joking about that — they will be friends. Or rivals. Or something like that. It would feel strange if no one will make fun of her small figure. And she was a very skilled huntress? Yes, she was. KINDA.

    ❝ Oh, please! No ‘miss’. Come on, man, we’re like — kinda – almost – the same age! ❞     she smiled cheerfully at him, placing her hand on her hip. God lord, he was tall. Like hella tall. She was really like a kid next to him.       ❝ And you are James Ironwood, right? Same-same. So~ no jokes? I mean, just look at me. I’m like a kid. Like super young and super funny. No question about why I’m so small? Ok, but honestly — ahaha… I’m just nervous, sorry. Forget what I said, just… Welcome to the group! I’ve heard tons about you from the chairman of Atlas Academy! I’m myself from Signal Academy, if you haven’t heard about that. ❞

          ║ℍEART OF STEEL.║

╚ A whirlwind sea flitting about pure rose ensemble, the hurricane dips its head to reveal the silver beyond the clouds, and it’s got the pearls in his own mouth to greet in equal jovial banter. He doesn’t respond right away but faces winter with a puffed out chest and considerable courage. The extended hand retracts in recognition that this is quite unorthodox. Veteran, not exactly, but surely more experienced than he, making her his senior. Unlike a huntsman however her speech shows her age, and this makes him let out the tense breath he wore like a sweater to shield from the cold. Even the snow can be soft.

          A soft chuckle. ❝Sorry, couldn’t help it. I treat everyone like they’re my superior. Bad habit, or desirable virtue?❞ ╝

╚ Weight shifts from foot to foot, he finds a hand on the back of his neck proving a new comfort. “Tons” is an overstatement, he hopes in embarrassment, an overstatement of her youth, exaggerated speech and nothing more. White roses bloom so dramatically and last so few, he finds, and yet many are taken by the purity in the bristle. Here he understands he has no idea where to proceed. The pattern of words that tumble a flurry from her mouth leave his hair in a tizzy and his breath stolen. Rolling down the hill so fast he trips over himself to catch up, she talks a mile a minute. At some point he just nods and smiles.

         ❝I don’t mean to offend, but I really do not notice these things. It’s not important to me how someone looks but how well they do their job. And I can only assume if you still have your license then you must be proficient.❞ ╝

╚ Another laugh, incredulous. He can’t help it this time. Really the look of her is ridiculous. To think he is so uptight that she must create her own humor to laugh at.

         ❝I know of Signal, they come out with good Huntsman. Which only strengthens my resolve. You are something to be admired!❞ ╝

                                             IT IS BETTER TO ASK FORGIVENESS                                                                            THAN PERMISSION.

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penpen  ✧ ✧ ✧

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wraps her arms around James & hugs him tight !! uwu

          ║ℍEART OF STEEL.║

╚ A match strikes the spark of life into him. Vivacious violet paints an unfurling cape along his face. Bashful, he ducks his head. A hand makes feisty work of his hair, runs through it like it’s running late. In his flesh tattered velvet blood glazes over, sets the scorch deep, incinerates his heart. Just from the chime in her breath. Just from the silk in her skin. Chamomile, cinnamon, breathing the scent is breathing life into a desolate rug. It’s magic, a flurry of flames. It’s the very thing that has his heart overheating, sweating out of fear and anxiety, carried into the sky through bright blue clouds and soft fluffy mist and diving back down into the fire. It’s got his heart leaping, yelping.

╚ He loves her, he really does. His best friend, his closest confidant, the sister he never had, and when he has let the fire fester into a driven gall, his wife and the mother of his children. Ah but there’s the catch. As soon as this thought forms the heat in his chest stifles him until the fire cannot fight and falls to the floor in a cold fluster. He will never gave the gall, though the embers of his drive do yell quite loudly.

╚ The embrace is returned in fervour, a tight wrapping of his arms around her small frame, a nestling of his face into her hair. Content, a sigh escapes. Oh she smells wonderfully. Oh she feels even more so. In a moment he is left grasping at a long since extinguished memory. Two strangers stand face to face, introduced mere moments ago, reddened faces breathless in the harsh winter air. The introductions are thrown into the wind, as are boundaries. They must work together now, and though they don’t know it, this first assignment will change them.

          ❝Hey there lil’ troublemaker.❞ ╝

                                             IT IS BETTER TO ASK FORGIVENESS                                                                            THAN PERMISSION.

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He's just going to kick this guy because he looks like an authority figure and Kouha is a rebel like that.

          ║ℍEART OF STEEL.║

╚ The size of a coin and not much thicker, it’s an ember that burns like it is a flame that somehow consumes the entire room, a personality that brings a sizzle to the cold air beneath him. The iron general does not react to this presence that forces its way into his space. Certainly he reacts even less to the liquid amber that hardens beneath the sharp glance, the only sign of acknowledgement. This existence does not want to be frozen just yet it seems, hell bent on having itself reacted to. Ironwood sees the leg coming right for him, his right leg, and he does not move, allows the soft flesh to make contact with hard titanium, hears its reverberation, and nods wanly at the small redhead.

          ❝Satisfied? I do hope you have not fractured your leg. But I will provide no recompense if so. You made your bed, now lay in it.❞ ╝

                                             IT IS BETTER TO ASK FORGIVENESS                                                                            THAN PERMISSION.

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Hello !! This is a new Kiyotaka Ishimaru RP blog !! I hope you dont mind reblogging/liking if you dont mind interacting with me? 

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If I get ten “accents” I’ll record myself saying all this!

Tumblr Accent Challenge!

So I did the accent challenge last night, and decided I was going to make a new one, since the challenge I did (which you can find here,) is five years old. So here’s the one I made, have fun! 

Bonus: If you’re comfortable with it, do it as a video! 

What’s your name & username?

Where are you from?

What’s the time where you are?

Pronounce the following words: Meme, Pepe, Doge, Sudoku, Espresso, Celtic, Açaí, Dr. Seuss.

What’s your favourite pizza place? Favourite pizza topping?

What’s your favourite dessert?

What’s your favourite food? What food do you hate?

What’s your favourite TV show? Which show were you into, but then got out of?

What brand is your phone?

Do you speak a second language?

How do you define a group of people when you’re talking to them? Do you say ‘guys,’ or ‘dudes’ or?

What Harry Potter house do you most identify with? If sorted by Pottermore, did you agree with the one you got?

Is there something you should be doing right now but are procrastinating?

Now that you’ve talked about what you need to be doing, go do it!