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LILLIANA:

“Oh, sorry,” Lilliana replied, feeling bad that she may have woken up the girl. “Nice to meet you, Brianne.”

A smile spread across her face, and she said, “Funny thing. I’m also a second year at Beacon.”

“I’m on team VLET. You?”

` ah, wonderful to meet you too ! i'm sorry about the mess, i really am. i, uh, sleep a lot, when i don't have classes. `

a pause, awkward and almost strained in the heavy silence of the empty dorms. her team had chosen a good ( read: awful ) time to be absent. she'd be worried for them if she hadn't been hardened by their antics long, long ago.

` ... sometimes, i sleep when i have classes. it's ... not something i'd recommend. `

she yawns, sleep still pulling at her mind and the last dredges of her dreams ever - present, but makes an effort to grin brightly all the same when the girl speaks.

` what a coincidence ! funny, how we've never seen each other around-- though, i don't ... get out much, i suppose. i'm in FLMB. or uh, flambeaux, i guess. i hope you haven't ran into us before-- we have a truly amazing track record for detentions and, well, mayhem. `

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CHROMA && CO:

“Better! How about both?” Chroma smiled as she began to reheat a kettle of water.

Gang and mercenary power shifted so often there, the ‘Crusader’ was never sure who rose in power and who was trampled. Her boots had often been on someone’s skull, and years later she stayed careful.

Joi noticed the other’s curiosity and kept her gaze fixed on her blank tablet. She simply shrugged as she watched from the corner of her vision as she spoke carefully, “many are stuck there forever, I was just curious if you hailed from there. Otherwise, it’s a very dangerous place to be.”

“Joi, no fighting,” Chroma reminded her, “at least not in here.”

“I’m not fighting,” Joi smiled a bit too sweetly for her, “we’re just chatting”

‘ oooh, you're too generous ! thank you. really. i'll pay you back someday, i swear. ’

she turns to face joi again and there's a new light in her eyes when she responds, mouth split into a wide, thin, smile-- like a red gash, bleeding and fresh, a front to horrors only seen in nightmares and lost tales and the very deepest trenches of the ocean.

‘ oh ? well, i'm sorry to disappoint you, but my hometown's to the west, actually. near mistral's reefs ? i don't advise you look for it -- it was swallowed by a tsunami a decade back, and no one really cared for it in the first place. pity, isn't it ? ’

she laughs, soft and sad, and lets the first tendrils of paranoia creep at the edges of her mind, cold and sharp and terrifying. tugging at the collar of her sweater, she shrugs pointedly at chroma, smile still eerily sharp.

‘ ah, no, it's fine. a little curiosity never hurt anyone, mm ? ’

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Orion ☆ Starry box

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sleepless. whereas bri started as a rwby oc i've also revamped her into an OC oc and she's pretty cool in that verse, tbh. kinda want to make a rp verse for her.

#{ OUT OF SLEEP. }

‘ ----remember that i love you. that's not an enormous reassurance, i know, but you'll remain in my dreams.

just, remember that i love you, more than anything. ’

#{ v; UNDETERMINED. }#( crying bc i just remembered brianne is so easy to ship with )#( She literally loves everyone and she loves taking care of people and she just loves people in general despite her melancholic worldview. )#( She loves how people bring light into her life and her dreams. She loves how people live their lives. She loves everyone!! So!! Much!! )#( And she's a hopeless romantic with no experience in dating whatsoever except for maybe Saph when she was thirteen and that ended awfully.#( But she's so in love with so many people and she loves having them around and she jUST )#( AAAAAAAAA )#( I ship Brianne with so many people from Back in the Day HELP MEE )#( She's also polyromantic hECK..... )#{ muse. }#( wow hcs in tags that's a first )#( crygni )

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Wow your blog is like chill,,,temperature wise. Like it feels like a breeze. Woah

sleepless. woah ??!! i've never seen it described like that !! i was going for a kind of cold, watery, feeling so that's p cool tbh !!!

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CHROMA && CO:

“Three person non gratis, or whatever. Got it.” Joi said before returning to her tablet.

“of course I have tea! What kind would you like? I have all kinds of citrus teas,” Chroma smiled as she pocketed the lien

“Your cackle is familiar. Were you in the industrial area often a few years back?” Joi added.

clasping her hands in a show of delight, she coos, eyes wide and bright in what appears to be excitement -- ( wow, what a nerd. ) after a moment she nods fervently, gesturing vaguely at a shelf of tins to her right.

‘ do you have any peppermint ? vanilla is good too, really. either or ... ’

at joi's statement she turns, visage morphing from gleeful to puzzled to almost conspiratorial. smile becoming mischievous, she cocks her head to the side and speaks, voice laced with curiosity.

‘ was i ? i don't spend a whole lot of time around those parts, to be honest, but i did visit a few friends once or twice. why ? did you have the misfortune to have been graced with my presence in those dark days ? ’

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i. i called you holy and you laughed it back into my mouth. i called you holy and you hid your halo behind your back, plucked the feathers from your shoulders as i took my communion in the soft skin of your thighs - you, my holy water. you, my cherry wine. you, my altar. ii. i called you angel and kissed prayers up your spine. i called you angel and recited a litany in the cradle of your hips, mapped my hands across your body in some rough approximation of worship, of devotion - you, the seraphim. you, the fallen. iii. i tried to write you a poem, but my pen was full of hymns.

modern rituals | m.c.p (via facinaoris)

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victoriousvocabulary

SHADES OF BLUE

Aero, Air force blue, Alice blue, Anil, Ao, Aqua, Aquamarine, Atroceruleous, Azure, Baby blue, Bellflower, Bleu de France, Bluebird, Blue green, Blue grey, Bondi blue, Brandeis blue, Cadet blue, Caesious, Cambridge blue, Carolina blue, Catalina blued, Celeste, Cerulean, Ceylanite, Chalcanthite, Cobalt, Cold, Columbia blue, Cornflower blue, Cyan, Deep sky blue, Dustblu, Denim, Dodger blue, Duke blue, Egyptian blue, Electric blue, Eton blue, Glaucous, Han blue, Hyacinthine, Imperial blue, Indigo, International Klein blue, Iris, Lacmoid, Lapis Lazuli, Livid, Majorelle blue, Maya blue, Mazarine, Methylene blue, Midnight blue, Mistiblu, Navy blue, Nikko, Non-photo blue, Ocean, Oxford blue, Palatinate blue, Pavonated, Periwinkle, Perse, Persian blue, Pervenche, Phthalocyanine blue, Polyommatuss aka Polyommatus semiargus, Powder blue, Prussian blue, Royal blue, Sapphire, Sky blue, Smalt, St. Patrick’s blue, Steel blue aka Chalybeous, Teal blue, Tiffany blue, True blue, Tufts blue, Turquoise, UCLA blue, Ultramarine, Verditer, Violet blue, Watchet, Woad, Yale blue, Zaffre aka Zaffer.

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Atlas, how does it feel? The weight upon your head, Crushing your shoulders with The heaviness of human hearts. This is called doubt. Atlas, how does it smell? Like hot rotting garbage, And heady fucking, rough and fun, With nails tearing through paper-skin. It burns you to your very core, an Itch no one can scratch. This is called lust. Atlas, are you drowning? The thoughts of humanity wash out Your voice. You cannot make a sound For fear that it will disappear in a sea of noise. You are not your own. This is called loneliness. Atlas, are you starving? Your tongue goes heavy in your mouth, And everything tastes like dust and Something sour like bile. This is called envy. Atlas, can you see? Blink once, twice, An eyelash in your eye, and it burns like hot wax. You have no hands. Then, the burn Fades into an itch in the back of your mind. This is called ignorance. Atlas, can you speak? Scream until your throat is raw, And you can taste copper in the back Of your mouth.The inside of your cheeks are Shredded by broken teeth, But you keep your mouth closed and Swallow down the red. This is called real rage. Atlas. Atlas. Atlas. Look at you now— On your knees for humanity. How holy and sacred you make them. Are those hymns that drip from your lips, now? Instead of scorn, you lie Prostrate and hold them on your back. Look at you now— On your knees. Beg for it. Beg to stand, Atlas. Atlas. Atlas. Atlas. Bear your punishment. Carrying the world is not it. That would be mercy, and the Gods… They do not know mercy. Atlas, how does it all feel? Know that ache between your broken ribs, Where you heart should be, And know what being mortal means.

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CHROMA && CO:

“Well, I don’t know if I shoul-” The darker skin girl started before she was interrupted.

“Fuckin’ Deal!” Joi, a tall red-haired student, called out from the other side of the room, “give me their names again and we’ll remember- and give me that lien too.”

“Fiiiine,” chroma sighed, “would you want anything to eat? A free meal.”

she snickers at the taller's response, discreetly pressing the brightly - coloured notes into chroma's hand. stepping back, she slips the wallet back into the depths of her skirt. laughter, high and lilting, skates from between pale lips, and she hums as she thinks.

‘ thank you. really. and you probably only need to remember lyons and fern. and maybe mylene, if she's in a bad mood. the others ... are too nice, really. it's kind of sad when you compare them to, well, us.

and, ah, i don't know. do you have any tea ? it sounds incredibly pretentious, i know, but i'm low on tea leaves and the only good teahouse was shut down a month ago. ’

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“Um, excuse me, but would you mind helping me find my teammate?” Lilliana asked. She wasn’t worried for her teammate, but worried for herself. She hated to admit it but she had terrible self-control and got angry easily.

“I’m Lilliana,” the blonde introduced.

the inquiry comes as a surprise and her eyes go wide as she processes the inquiry, eyes still bleary with sleep. reaching upward in a stretch, she nods slowly. letting her arms drop to her side, she nods again, definitively this time. she's never met this girl before, but it's not as if she has anything else to do. when she speaks her voice is equal parts apologetic and curious.

‘ oh, um, sure ! i'm sorry-- i just-- woke up, i guess. but sure ! ’

hand is extended in greeting and her trademark smile, wide and bright, drifts onto her face.

‘ hello, lilliana. you may call me brianne. i'm a-- second year, currently. how about you ? ’

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