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MOVED TO @soultimed ! url is still the same, things are just more organised this time!
MOVED TO @soultimed ! url is still the same, things are just more organised this time!
MOVED TO @soultimed ! url is still the same, things are just more organised this time!
heads up that i’m remaking this blog bc it’s getting too much of a mess and i need a fresh start
hey like this for a short v7 based starter bc i Swear i made a starter call last week but lost it in my typical dumbass fashion
au where everything’s the same but things end up like day of the docto.r and multiple incarnations end up in the same place at the same time sdkglfsdgf
BUT EVEN THE MOST BRILLIANT LIGHTS EVENTUALLY FLICKER AND DIE, AND WHEN THEY ARE GONE.. DARKNESS WILL RETURN. SALEM OF ROOSTERTEETHS RWBY !
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who do i have to pay to write the previous incarnation first meeting ozpin with me
It ends where it began
#RWBY
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i have to Do Stuff today so i’ll try get to more replies later !!
-- @twistedfable said: ❛ you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you. ❜ | owo
IT ALWAYS HAS. It was the burden that put the tiredness behind his eyes. The thing that followed him like a shadow. He hadn’t wanted this -- he hadn’t wanted to be placed on the opposite end of the chess board. He didn’t want the world to revolve around an eternal war between two immortal souls. He didn’t want to watch more blood fall to the already soaked ground.
He wanted there to be an end.
“ War is not the way to drive a world. ” Amber eyes raise to meet hers, wishing red would be replaced with the blue lost to time. ( But it never would be -- those days were gone, and there was no going back. ) “ There is no power in fear. No winning in violence -- no beauty in bloodshed. It only divides us further, brings WEAKNESS instead of STRENGTH. ”
“ Your ways will only destroy you further. ”
umbredae.
“ i think that’s an understatement… ” she mumbled as she sprung forward, keeping close to their guide as she examined the carnage around. it was hard to believe these people lived like this, but she suddenly remembered a time when she too was at a point in her life where she clung desperately to something because it gave her a sliver of hope. it was almost scary how much she could relate. “ professor ozpin, if we can’t get to the general, what are we supposed to do with the relic ? ”
Agreeing with a soft hum, amber eyes stay fixed on any movement in the streets. They had to be careful, Salem’s pawns seemed to have a knack for hunting people down. Not to mention the lure of grimm on the city. Free hand hovers over the relic at his side at the question. It was something he had been trying to work out. They needed another plan, but Salem always seemed to be just one step ahead. Shaking the thoughtful look from his features, he offers the student a small smile. “ If there really is no way to get to Ironwood, the relic will continue to stay with me. I know a few ways to create a safe place to hide it -- but unfortunately it would have to wait. ”
swanstheory.
𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 , like lilacs wilting and freezing in the winter . They are all tired , this much is obvious . Trapped in some intricate ritual of keeping appearances , the Atlesians dance a pathetic song and dance . Confined in this enervating waltz are even the two most powerful men it Atlas : husband and husband . There are many secrets to be held , here , even by a man who knows nothing of Salem and nothing of fairytales . Atlas’ gleam , as sharp as a knife , is so bright it may blind .
❛ It is a privilege to have you in Atlas and to meet you at last , Professor Ozpin . You’ll have to forgive how tense things are . While our security protocols are strict , I assure you that they’ve never been quite like they are , now . ❜ He smiles , he pretends that it is warm . He pretends that he is not exhausted . ❛ Tell me , have you been here before ? ❜
OH, JAMES. Atlas’ tired eyes are familiar ones. That of clinging to fear, searching desperately for the last piece of hope that shines through. He can’t help but feel GUILT for this mess. ( THIS WAS HIS BURDEN, NOT THEIRS. ) After all, the people of Atlas were scared of a threat they didn’t know existed. A fairytale written inside a locked book. A story forgotten by time, for better or for worse.
He offers a kind smile and a nod, laced with empathy for the General and his husband. “ -- It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Doctor. I do wish the circumstances were .. different, but uncertain times can not be helped. ”
If it wasn’t for the circumstances, he might’ve found the question amusing. No one knew the paths he’d walked, the time he’d spent watching the four kingdoms being built and rebuilt from the ground up. Instead he simply nods again, eyes flickering to the advanced architecture of the room. “ -- Not for a long time, things seem to have changed quite a bit since then. It’s nice to see the city again, nonetheless. ”
i was gonna write and do stuff here but then i got distracted with uni work and making my character’s wholeass house in sims so i can draw from a reference and stop crying at perspective SDGLKSDF