#cvffeinequeen

[marasogr-blog]

@cvffeinequeen

[TEXT]: Ok so originally I had a clever pick up line to put here but it was dumb, so instead I’m just going to ask: do you have any plans after class, and if not am I allowed to take you out someplace cheap?

[nightmarebcrn-archives]

@cvffeinequeen

As expected, the earlier match with half of team CVFY had gone exactly as planned. It was necessary to pull some punches and draw it out a little, but in short order the planned victory had come to pass. There was little in the way of congratulations, nothing that could be construed as praise. Not that Mercury anticipated it; Cinder was fairly black and white when it came to outcomes, and if it was what was expected--well, then, it was to be expected. A failure was different. Fortunately, in this case there was no need to concern himself with the latter, and it could perhaps be construed as a reward that he and Emerald were left to their own devices for the evening.

Already the tight quarters with his two teammates was driving Mercury insane. Most of the time it was fine, but something resembling freedom of choice had become a rare commodity since their arrival at Beacon. So it was that when offered the chance to do whatever he wanted away from Cinder’s watchful eye--and Emerald’s dogged loyalty to their boss--he almost couldn’t figure out what to do with it. Salvation came in the form of his text tone. Surely heralding a surprise honey-do, Mercury fished his scroll out of his pocket with irritation clouding his perspective. The reality was far better than his interpretation--an invitation to a party thrown by the very team he and Emerald had crushed only hours ago.

There was something to be said for the confidence and sportsmanship required to extend amicability to ones who kicked their ass; he heard Emerald’s scroll chime in time with his, though she was currently utilizing the shower and unable to check the message. What would she have to say about it, he wondered? No doubt she’d relay the information to Cinder, like the maid asking permission to go to the ball--and, no doubt, permission would be denied.

Well, fuck that. Mercury was tired of the dorm, he was tired of always having someone breathing down his neck, and he could go for something a little different. Parties weren’t usually his thing, but a good dose of different would make it just a bit easier to deal with what remained between now and the completion of the plan.

Before Emerald could return Mercury had dressed in a derivation of the tux he’d worn to their little dance--a nod to the request for upscale attire on the invitation--and slipped out towards Becaon’s main hall, scroll left behind on the table. If anyone wanted to find him they would have to get their ass up and look.

The music was audible before he even stepped into the hall. It wasn’t deafening, but it was just enough to require a raised voice. Already the affair was a touch more rowdy than the dance some weeks prior--not enough to be shut down, but it was definitely more a party and less a formal event. With the lights low and focused on the cleared space in the middle of the hall, sparse decorations lending themselves to a classy aesthetic, and tables dominated by punch bowls and finger foods, he was curious as to whether it fit the vision of its hosts.

Etiquette dictated that he at least make contact with the hosts, right? Mercury wasn’t sure. Either way, he was going to make a round, get his fill probably rather quickly, and then be out. Still better than being trapped in the dorm, but he could see the raucous crowd getting old fast. For the sake of something to do with himself he adhered to the periphery of the room and made his way to the nearest punch bowl. There, similarly avoiding the bulk of the festivities, he found the girl Emerald had thrashed earlier. Two birds, one stone, he mused as he leaned back against the wall next to her, taking a preliminary sip of the punch--

--only to promptly choke on the unexpected burn.

“Shit,” he coughed, “someone got happy with the vodka.”

Smooth, Merc.

[soulbvrden]

" you funky little cocoa wizard ” //uwu

Define my character in terms of “you funky little ______ ________.” | Accepting!

“‘Cocoa wizard’?” He replied with an amused smile, “I have to admit, that’s creative.”

[soulbvrden]

" you funky little farm boy! ” //@ Oscar but hold up I got one for oz

Define my character in terms of “you funky little ______ ________.” | Accepting!

“A-ah, um, heh- thanks. Not sure what I did to earn that, but I think it’s good.” He guessed.

[remnaentarchived-blog]

mistletoe //ON PURPOSE YEEHAW

    >>     @CVFFEINEQUEEN.   MEME.   ACCEPTING.

❛  coco?  ❜   light voice rang out in the dorm room as velvet hurried back and forth, between her drawers and the suitcase lain out open atop her bed.   peter and harriet would be coming to the school today to bring her home for the holidays, though why her parents thought the twins were a good choice of courier was beyond the eldest scarlatina.   peter would probably try and flirt with anyone that breathed around him, and harriet would be scoping out all the best places to pull pranks in the school.

folding another set of jumpers, tawny gaze rises to look around the room.   coco had been pretty quiet ; the holidays weren’t easy.   the team was separated, everyone going back to their families or staying in the school grounds.   but, it was only two weeks and then they’d be back together, ready for a new semester.   putting in her plimsolls and wash bag, velvet closed the suitcase with a thankful sigh.   she never knew how much stuff she brought or accumulated during her semesters at beacon until she was bringing it home.   gaze rising once more, the faunus wandered away from her bed to turn the corner of the room, half smile tugging at her lips when gaze rests on coco leaning against the wall ; a sprig of mistletoe between pale fingers.   like either needed the excuse to kiss.   ❛  is this what you’ve been hiding about for, instead of helping your girlfriend pack?  ❜

still, traditions have to be followed ; and velvet’s not going to complain.   stepping forward, fingers come to curl in the fabric of coco’s sweater before the faunus leans up on her toes and captures soft lips with her own.   going home is always something she looks forward to, but she knows that in the night she’ll miss the feeling of coco’s arms around her and warmth against her back.   cheeks flushing lightly when hand comes to curl in her soft hair, velvet smiles into the kiss, before pulling away.   one hand uncurls from holding onto the sweater, to brush back the dyed lock of amber hair.   ❛  two weeks ; that’s all it’s gonna be.   it’ll fly, i promise.  ❜   words echoed with another quick stolen kiss, and a bright smile.

[soulbvrden]

yang i mcfcuking love your muses?? like. the way you write oscar is so BEAUTIFUL and i love your oz so much!! i love the head canons you have for them; not only are they based out of research ( for certain ones ), they're incredibly in character and something i can see-- /want/ to see in the show!! tl;dr: I LOVE YOUR PORTRAYAL LOADS

1-800-hows-my-writing | Accepting

hi i love you???? it’s so strange how we barely knew each other in the dbh fandom, then we randomly bonded over deltarune and now we stream rwby every saturday and it’s just??? it’s crazy. i love coco and all your other muses, they’re fun to write with and i really enjoy our threads so much????? you’re super nice and i love talking w u

[becomeshield-a]

i honestly love it when your threads pop up on my dash! they’re amazing to read and i love your writing! you bring such a new perspective on jaune that goes way beyond what’s given in the show, and you give him so much life and character, i love your jaune a lot!

how’s my portrayal?

i love!!! knowing ppl read my threads and i’m so happy you like the content!!! asljkdfhkljzsdf thank you so much! we don’t rp much but that should change soon!

[nightmarebcrn-archives]

👫 //slam dunks this here

Four hcs about their relationship--Accepting!

Though Coco never explicitly tells him how bad her eyesight is without glasses, Mercury catches on pretty quickly. He never says a word about it, but he makes a habit of keeping a hand on her arm when she's not wearing glasses, very lightly steering her away from obstacles, helping her identify objects.

They sleep mostly with him on his back and her nestled against his side. There are times where the roles are reversed, however, especially when he feels vulnerable.

If Coco doesn't know where to go eat don't nobody know where to go eat. It gets to the point where, if he has to pick, he pulls her into the first place he finds.

Mercury's favorite pastime is getting Coco to ditch her responsibilities with him. Many of their not-dates occur during class time and he's liable to convince her to skip out on shitty family events.