moved.

RWBY OC side-blog. moved to url mithologiae.

[mithologiae-blog]

hey hey, everyone!! my name’s cinna and i’m here with a multi-muse blog for all of my ocs! each has some influence from a myth or fairytale, with four rwby ocs, one sailor moon oc, and one fandomless witch oc with an original story. all have bios written for them that include details on their stats, personalities, appearances, and backstories. the blog is oc and au friendly and selective (although not highly so). please like and / or reblog if you’d be interested in interacting, as i’d love to find more people to interact with!

[kinnabarii-blog]

i know that i haven’t been active here in a long time, but for my own convenience, Cinnabar’s been moved to my new oc multi-muse blog, mithologiae! i’ll be doing stuff with her over here from now on.

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Reblog if you’re an OC blog, don’t mind RPing with OC blogs, or in need of more friends!

Take this post as a free invitation to drop on by!

[kinnabarii-blog]

               ❝ ---Hey, you use a spear, too? ❞     Excitement colors the owl’s tone, but she can’t exactly help it; she’d heard that spear-men in Vale were extremely rare, and the lack of sighting any Beacon students with lances since arriving had just about proven her point. She beamed at the other before pulling out Dóxa and Athanasía, albeit in gun form, from their holsters and quickly changing their form.                ❝ What does yours do? Anything cool or exciting? ❞     It seems her curiosity’s gotten the best of her. / @ask-team-clst ▌𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆.▐ 

[kinnabarii-blog]

flowerofwar.

@kinnabarii || the angst we plotted

There’s one thing that Jasmine doesn’t do well. And that’s grieve. In fact when she’s anything other than happy she can’t handle it, she feels too deeply.

And the loss of her dear friend Pyrrha is too much for her.She’s all but shut down from the grief and maybe a little from the guilt. She doesn’t think she has the right to feel this badly. Not when Pyrrha’s parents and Cinna were much closer to the late champion.

She knows it’s not healthy to invalidate her own emotions like that, but she can’t help it. It’s just what she does. The fanus is trying to find the words to say to Cinna, but nothing can express how the world felt a little less bright or how any color that reminded her of Pyrrha had dulled. So a hand is hovering in front of Cinna’s door; almost as if debating if this is the right thing to do.

No, no Jasmine, she thinks, you can’t just leave. Cinna needs you right now. Three quick knocks sound on the door as her free hand messes with the hem of her shirt. “C-Cinna? Do you want company?” Even if Cinna says no Jasmine will still go out of her way to comfort the taller girl.

    The grieving owl had locked herself in her room upon delivery of the news, body curled into a ball, never leaving her bed. Hands remained clutched in her hair, bags were apparent under her eyes; the picture of leadership that she had been before was diminishing quickly, lost under the weight of grieving. Tear tracks stained cheeks from days of weeping, silently, in her isolation; although, at the moment, no tears came --- whether that was from how dead and hollow she felt inside or from her eyes simply being unable to do it anymore, the Faunus couldn’t tell. After all, she had failed in protecting what she’d treasured most.     She had failed, and now her closest friend was gone.       Maybe I’m dreaming. Maybe, if I just let myself get some sleep, I’ll wake up and find out this was all some sick joke.     That same thought came to mind again and again and, despite her knowing that she’d never wake up from this nightmare, she wanted nothing more to give in ---

      Knock, knock, knock.     The train of thought was interrupted by someone at the door, surely a visitor come to give some kind of hollow apology yet again --- and she was in no mood for such things. Sluggishly, heavy limbs make their way out of bed and to the door, feet shuffling loudly across the floor as she goes. A small sigh comes from between lips parched from days of neglect --- an answer follows, albeit slightly more snappish than intended.                ❝ I’m not in the mood. ❞     Broad shoulders wince, a ripple running through tawny down as she hears her own voice, cracked and rough. She decides that maybe some water will do her good --- and, with that, opens the door to see who had paid her a visit.     Cinnabar nearly slaps herself upon noticing who it is in the doorway. Surely the other was grieving as well.                ❝ I---I’m sorry. I thought you were... someone else. ❞     It’s true, at least; she hadn’t wanted shallow grievances from students who had barely known the felled champion, who had only known her reputation. Jasmine... knew her better than that.                ❝ Do you... want to come in? It’s a bit of a mess right now, but... ❞ ▌𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆.▐ 

[kinnabarii-blog]

“Has anyone ever told you you look just like a statue?”

What the hell’s Othello? | Accepting.

    The Faunus smirks, white teeth showing behind tanned lips. One hip cocks to the side, and she lifts a hand before her face to examine it, muscles flexing slightly; golden eyes narrowed casually as she does so, before addressing the heiress.

               ❝ I… might’ve heard that once or twice. Why do you ask, princess? ❞    A little bit of flirtatious teasing couldn’t hurt.▌𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧.▐

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Re-blog this if you want the following in your box:

[nobunaga-the-warlord]

Stupid questions

Sexual questions

Personal questions

Have you ever questions

Fuck, marry, kill questions

Un-answerable questions

Confusing questions

any type of questions!!

[kinnabarii-blog]

flowerofwar.

              “Yeah, I do!”

    Jasmine looks up at the taller girl, seemingly not even phased. Of course standing only at five foot three inches being taller than the redhead isn’t hard to do. (And she seems to attract much taller people for some reason.)

              “She is, I’m very glad I’m friends with her.”

    She leans down just a little, large grin now spread across her face.

               ❝ Same here! She’s a wonderful person, such a sweetheart. Took the mantle of champ from me when we were younger (and really kicked my ass in that fight). I miss her and kinda wish she’d gone to Haven, but hey --- I can’t blame her for wanting to get away from all that. ❞     Of course, the Faunus is referring to the fame that comes with being champion, something she understands all too well; while she does feel slightly guilty for having passed that onto her dear friend, she’s also relieved to have such a weight off her shoulders. A sigh comes from between her lips, her hidden feathers ruffling slightly, before a thought hits her.                ❝ Oh! Did she ever tell you about the time she punched that Ursa in the face? ❞     She isn’t above telling such stories about Pyrrha, even when the redhead isn’t around. ▌𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆.▐

[memedelene]

Brooklyn 99 Sentence Starters 

“I was trying to shield you. Do you know how much stress I’ve been under lately?”

“Shut your dumb poem mouth!”

“He’s so suave. Does anyone else get a little bit of a gay vibe? No? Okay.”

“Why are you dressed up? You look like an idiot.”

“He likes putting away bad guys and he loves solving puzzles. The only puzzle he hasn’t solved is how to grow up.”

“Has anyone ever told you you look just like a statue?”

“Who doesn’t bring their phone with them into the bathroom? That’s like the whole reason to go in there.”

“So, you want to feed the bad guys a lot of soil?”

“I think this is where Batman’s parents got killed.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I work best alone. Except when it comes to sex. Actually, sometimes including sex.”

“No hard feelings, but I hate you. Not joking. Bye.”

“Start taking care of yourself again! I miss those gross, overly large muscles!”

“How are we going to get past them without a gun fight?”

“No one asked you to take your shirt off. Stop volunteering to take your shirt off.”

“Baby, I’ve got some bad news. Someone painted a giant penis on our minivan.”

“Don’t arrest him. Just smack him. Hard. With a phone book on a body part no one can see. Know what I’m saying?”

“Maybe it’s just old person gunk. You know how old people always have that gunk on them.”

“We don’t need guns. I have a lighter, okay, we get some hairspray, make some flame throwers. Let’s fry these bitches.”

“Alright, we’re outnumbered and unarmed.”

“Wait! Before you say anything, I want to guess what happened based on your face. Someone died. No! You won a prize. I’m not getting better at this.”

[kinnabarii-blog]

⟨𝗧𝘆𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗲.⟩ I’m gonna head off for the night!! I owe one more starter that I’ll have to finish up tomorrow and then I’ll work on drafts over here. Have a good one, guys!

[kinnabarii-blog]

25

Character Development: Hard Mode.

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

Cinnabar isn’t necessarily inherently suspicious; however, she is very prone to trust her instincts (and, as an owl Faunus, her instincts are finely tuned). As a result of that, she can usually tell when someone is lying or the like — but her suspicions can usually be easily alleviated, if the other person is able to lie well enough. If she’s close with someone, she’s given them her trust, meaning she won’t suspect them as easily.(Break that trust, though, and there will be hell to pay.)

[kinnabarii-blog]

blue-snowfield.

“Hoo boy, a half hour? Sorry to hear that. You should give them an extra training session for making you wait out here for so long.” He put his hands together and stretched them over his head. “Oh, we’re actually going to this nice open park in town. It’s perfect for the kind of training we’re doing.” he explained. 

               ❝ Hah! If they'd actually listen to my punishment, I would... and if I wasn't such a softy with all of them. ❞     Sure, they listened while in combat (after all, a team can't fight without a leader), but in anything else? Cinnabar could forget about it. As much as they exasperated her, though, she could never be mad for long — a team is much closer to a family, and theirs was no exception.                ❝ Oh, really? What kind of training is that? ❞     She leaned forward in her seat, curiosity glinting in her golden hues — a kind of training that required such a large space surely had to be unusual. ▌𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆.▐ 

[melting-heiress-blog]

I feel the need to do something…..Big. So consider this a starter call for a long ass starter. Just like ore reblog it. Capping at five

[kinnabarii-blog]

What does your character like in other people?

Character Development: Hard Mode.

She likes finding similarities between herself and others — it makes her feel more like she belongs among the people around her. She appreciates honesty and integrity, as those are the two things she holds dearest; but she’s also just as appreciative of kindness, of charity, of those who will do what it takes to improve someone else’s life, without want of reward. Most of all, though, she appreciates it when among a group of people from varied backgrounds and life experiences: she loves to learn from others, loves to see such diversity, so that kind of environment is perfect for her.

[i-see-light-blog]

Character Development Questions: Hard Mode

[solarwhsuenje]

i-see-light:

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

What does your character like in other people?

What does your character dislike in other people?

How quick is your character to trust someone else?

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

How does your character behave around children?

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

How does your character behave around people they like?

How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

How does your character treat people in service jobs?

Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

[kinnabarii-blog]

               ❝ ---I’m sorry, but... do you actually wear that hat around all the time? ❞     She’s holding back laughter behind one tanned hand, eyes practically glittering with amusement. It may be rude to laugh, but the owl Faunus can’t help it; she’s never seen someone wear a hat like that as though it was a fashion staple. / @unbreakable-ribbons ▌𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆.▐

[kinnabarii-blog]

               ❝ Hi there. Are you a Beacon student, by chance? ❞     Golden eyes shining, she cocks her head to the side, her smile meant to disarm; she may be dressed in her combat outfit, but that’s because she can’t figure out where on Remnant the damn training rooms are.

               ❝ Mind if I ask you for some help? This school’s nothing like Haven. ❞ / @desclateblue ▌𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆.▐