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“Hello again! I’m sorry to bother you, but could you like and/or reblog this if your muses would be interested in interacting with me?”

Canon Divergent, OC and Canon Muse Friendly, Even Mult-ifandom friendly with OCs and Canon Muses outside RWBY Pyrrha Nikos.

Like and/or Reblog if interested.

ancientforged

Iɴ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs I ᴄᴀɴ sᴜᴍ ᴜᴘ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ I’ᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʟɪғᴇ; ɪᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ᴏɴ.

Personal Blogs please don’t reblog.

proazpizo

she just shuts her ears — she’s fallen too f a r, with 𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖙 in her scars won’t let them taste her tears — she’s fallen too f a r, the girl that time f o r g o t.

(personals, please do not reblog!)

mercrenegade

Yo, if you don’t mind roleplaying with a Canon-Divergent Ruby Rose, could you reblog this?

when designing sylph, my number one problem was her hair. I knew i wanted it blue with a green tint... but i wanted to make sure it wasn’t the same as emeralds. So it ended up a more cyan color))

For the first few seconds, she expected a scolding from the stores owner. She was rehearsing the fake man’s voice in her mind. ‘You don’t know what you’re talking about girl’, ‘Hey, hands off the merchandice!’ Slender fingertips grip the bow harshly, and already she felt the bow beginning to bend. Damned fool, if whoever was willing to buy this got their hands on it.. If they encountered grimm..

But it was not the words of a foolish shopkeep to break her concentration. No, instead the voice was much softer, more inquizative than that of arrogant annoyance. Azure hues blink in a small moment of confusion, Ren’s voice caught her off gaurd. No sooner had her face softened, her brow furrowed back into a clear scowl.

“....First off, the handle.”

“Or as its properly called, the handhold.”

The weapon flipped upwards to herself, causing the curved material to twist in her grasp. The sting now rests under her hand, with the back of the weapon facing her.

“from my palm, the outer edge of the gard is a mere knuckle length away, when it should be 3 inches away, or a full finger length away.” Left hand rose up, taking the tip of the weapon, her right hand released its hold. Her drop caused the long weapon to drop down and stand up straight. “Next, its back got treated as the belly. The curve of the wood used in forging the weapon needs to be followed, but it wasn’t. And thus...”

A swift flick of herhand, the bow now rests in her palm. One foot shifts back, her back straightened itself in one graceful movement. Shoulders aline, with her left thread her arrow against the string. Pulled upwards, the string began to tremble under the pressure. Fingers released, arrow flew past the other, struck deep into the wall of the shop.

Moment of release, the bow cracked, splintered into shards in her hold.

“.... The bow breaks in one shot.”

#ugh how dareeeeyou take so longggggg #nah #im kiddin #you good you good

while i have been away, i have been very tempted to make a time skip pyhrra where she survived))

He was right, the best place for defense should have been the main building. The most safety, should have been there. But something deep down, a feeling she’d never be able to, or bother to, describe to others, told her that the main building was the very place to avoid. At the very least, for now. It took mere seconds before shes there, standing at the bottom of the lighthouse. Her body twists, fanus who dared to come into her strike zone were slashed, stabbed, and kicked away from her being.

It is at the base that she skid to a stop. Heels dug into the ground, forcing the dirt to loosen. The blade in her right, hooked by the hilt to her left blade to form that of her own bow. Without warning, the female grabbed hold of Kale’s sleeve. The with one final lean, her body became as light as a feather, and with one final jump, the two of them were airborn. Riding on the females’ seblance, allowing them to truly fly.

yes hi im still aliveand would love to write with all of you!))

riddenamongwinds

The vytal Festival. A time to dance, drink, and gather in celebration of their long fought for peace. However for the youths training to become great, the festival offered one other perk. A moment to test their strength and brink pride to their individual school. For one particular huntswomen, it was a chance to fight against a wide arrange of oppenents. Something she never got to do since tragedy befell haven. Outside of the area, no one knew the debths of loss Haven was suffering, not with Leo at the head of communications.

Either to cover his shame, or some other motive, he kept quiet about the declining number of students. But even with these efforts, talk was begining to spread due to his choice of students to participant in this years combat tournament. Three juniors, and a lone freshmen. just enough to count as a full team.

Not that this bothered the youngest of the quentent. While the three of her teammates were off doing God knew what, the youngest could be found roaming the festival grounds. Her Home sickness causing her to linger into the metal work sections. Though, the crafmenship of the bow currently in her grasp had a deep scowl covering her features.

“…..What was this peice of junk crafted for?”

riddenamongwinds

@silentlxtus hope this is okay!))

The vytal Festival. A time to dance, drink, and gather in celebration of their long fought for peace. However for the youths training to become great, the festival offered one other perk. A moment to test their strength and brink pride to their individual school. For one particular huntswomen, it was a chance to fight against a wide arrange of oppenents. Something she never got to do since tragedy befell haven. Outside of the area, no one knew the debths of loss Haven was suffering, not with Leo at the head of communications.

Either to cover his shame, or some other motive, he kept quiet about the declining number of students. But even with these efforts, talk was begining to spread due to his choice of students to participant in this years combat tournament. Three juniors, and a lone freshmen. just enough to count as a full team.

Not that this bothered the youngest of the quentent. While the three of her teammates were off doing God knew what, the youngest could be found roaming the festival grounds. Her Home sickness causing her to linger into the metal work sections. Though, the crafmenship of the bow currently in her grasp had a deep scowl covering her features.

“.....What was this peice of junk crafted for?”

silentlxtus-blog

“Drink your pulp, it’s good for you.”

riddenamongwinds

“sounds gross.”

Ah... a semblance of air. Well, least then she didn’t have to be as careful. It took a second for her to fully take in the area around them. A whole army had decended on the school. Sky blue eyes narrowed with his own words. Whatever the case, she clicked her daggers together, allowing her own weapon to turn into that of a bow. Piviting on her left heel, her own arrows striking the grimm down.

“... The lighthouse. Once we get there we’ll have a full veiw of their forces.” From there, th full scale veiw of their attack would be avaible to them. Besides, most of the white fang were focused on the main building. But.... Why? Whatever that reason, for now survival was their priority.

Slender fingers pull the sting back, and launched several of her own all at once. Few struck against the ground grimm in front of the pair, however serval others split from that fixed path. Rising up suddenly striking the bird grimm hovering above them, successfully taking its sight. Without another word, the woman began to run off toward the large, singled out building.

White fang swarmed the city, their presence mostly unnoticed as they almost too easily slipped through Havens gate. Though, one could hardly call it a break in. The way they slipped past without triggering a single alarm made it rather clear to the student. There was no doubt in her mind, those faunes were allowed in.

From her room, sly blue eyes narrowed as she glared at the intruders. Palms slammed against the wood grain of her desk. In one swift movement, she was on her feet. No mind paid to her chair as it fell with a loud bang, her pale feet carried her to her close where a pair of twin daggers were retrieved, along with the knee high boots.

It took a second, but the girl jumped to her feet. The windows pushed open, seemingly on their own, unnoticed from the troops below. Thats when a figure lept free from her room, twisting her body enough to throw her daggers at her targets, the white fang.

Teeth grit together, twisting midair, her leg shot out to slam right into an unexpecting white fangs head. Standing up straight, her palms opened just in time to catch her flying weapons. Tilting her head just enough to look at the new comer approaching her.

“Many have gone MIA, and the students where sent home after beacons attack. If I had to guess, you and I are the only hunters avalible.” Though, the loud noises coming from the enterance gave her more insite to the battle currently being fought. “... out here, at the very least.”

I am here

Ready to make plotted starters.))