WARRIOR.

[cindxrfall]

[sneakattxck]

heroine, a grin made for war and eyes flecked with ash striding, powerful, into the arms of death. (poem)

pyrrha gifset for @tiniowien

[chibali]

Do you believe in Destiny?

[belladxne]

                                 ♫ come cry with me, let’s cry, let’s cry away ♫

[polarsemblance-blog]

pyrrha fight me (ง •̀_•́)ง

(ᓄಠ_ಠ)ᓄ(ᓄಠ_ಠ)ᓄ(ᓄಠ_ಠ)ᓄ(ᓄಠ_ಠ)ᓄᕙ( ^ ₒ^ c)(งಠ_ಠ)งʕง•ᴥ•ʔง

translation:  brING IT ON

[scathingeyes-deactivated2016051]

#and everyone celebrates w/ dipping sticks and life

are these the same dipping sticks that walter dropped when he threw the pizza at the roof, or

[polarsemblance-blog]

yes, yes they are

[polarsemblance-blog]

join my gang. we have health insurance

i think i’d rather be ded than associate myself w/ you

[polarsemblance-blog]

what the FUCK is UP pyrrha

not me

[polarsemblance-blog]

[agentcoralina]

[polarsemblance-blog]

episode 6 a summary

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you are so good at caring for others and keeping all your wounds covered. you are so good at drowning quietly, you’ve made it into an art. you are so good and you’re falling apart.

inkskinned.tumblr.com 

[latentcrim-blog]

muse list:

kougami shinya : psycho-pass walter white : breaking bad pyrrha nikos : rwby mai : a:tla bigby wolf : the wolf among us will turner : potc. pride : fma:b (will post link when he is done)

[cinderfell]

there’s no time…

[shadowmirage-blog]

                                ❛   –––– – are you … doing alright ?   ❜  concern knits dark brows together , and there’s a familiarity to the bags that had taken up residence beneath pyrrha’s emerald irises . a tiredness she’d been far too acquainted with not all too long ago .  ❛   you seem off  .  ❜

@polarsemblance // starter call

[polarsemblance-blog]

          ❛   hm?   ❜   a momentary LAPSE of her surroundings, she jolts out of her internal disunion to offer a warm response to her worried friend. part of her longs to impart the laden decision she’s faced with       yet she remains cordial, her lips pulling into a brief smile.   ❛   oh, yes, i’m fine. just a bit tired is all.   ❜

[polarsemblance-blog]

❝ It’s family, you protect. Doesn’t matter who it is, blood or not. ❞

          ❛   f       family ?   ❜   her voice quivers in response, first out of arrant shock at the signification of the simple word uttered. FAMILY ;  once nothing greater than a designation by blood, a sustenance amid the disconnect she weathered with her peers who saw her more for her eminence than who she truly was. it wasn’t until she arrived at beacon that she realized just how wrong she’d been in her definition of the word. her teammates, her friends       all had seen beyond her talent in the arena, forging meaningful, intimate relationships she could’ve never conceptualized for herself. 

          it takes abounding strength to repress the wetness rolling down her rutilant cheeks, wiping away any excess with her forearm to maintain composure. her friends made at beacon were her family       BLOOD OR NOT       and how lucky she was to have people worth fighting for.   

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                        stained by auburn, countless leaves surrender to the decay that tears them off the branches. sends to creak underneath the heels that designate a stern stride ; the witch coming to an abrupt halt at the sight just past the corner. blood-like hair, and these virescent orbs so drowning in sorrow, so delving in worry. a moment paid for a mere observation, until the throat is cleared and the presence thencefort manifested.       ` miss nikos? `       she must have classes. of course she does. and yet, facing a choice of such weight, for now glynda lets it slide.       ` — no  peers  to assist you today? `

                                                                                      (    @polarsemblance liked.

[polarsemblance-blog]

          stark heels continue to push forward beneath her, albeit the movements are PERFUNCTORY in praxis. she appears mindless, shifting restlessly in her steps, when the reality couldn’t be more contrasted from appearances. how could she focus on her studies, on her team, when such an arduous burden has been placed upon her shoulders?  none of it made any sense       such a cruel twist of fate to affront the opportunity of fulfilling your destiny but at the price of who you are. brows furrow into her temple in affliction as she glances upward at the distinguishable tone.

          ❛   oh. hello, professor.   ❜   there’s no sense in feigning a smile from lips that refuse to exude complacency.   ❛   not today, i’m afraid.   ❜

[polarsemblance-blog]

❝ what are you going to do with that sword ? ❞

           CALLOUSED FINGERS lace around the helve of the weapon, shifting miló into a short, serrated lance for a more precise handle. it was no secret that peace was faltering and the world was veering into a dangerous time       yet she hadn’t presupposed she’d be stepping out of the training arena and onto the battle field quite so soon. the blood of a martyr swept through her veins and there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that protecting the world from destruction is what she’s fated to do. a deep breath exhales in anticipation as sage eyes train themselves ahead.

                    ❛   what i came here to do          fulfill my destiny.   ❜