#exspirat

[becomestorm]

we have our priorities straight. ✨

we’re writing necromancer x i-see-dead-people mortician au.

[farmboyincarnate]

☎ finally qrow~

Name:

Uncle Qrow (Oscar was wracked with indecision about this, but wanted to express how much he cares for Qrow, even if he won’t show the man.)

Ringtone:

Yang changed Oscar’s ringtone for Qrow to “Bird is the Word.”  Oscar can’t seem to change it.

Picture:

Last text received:

“Sorry pipsqueak.”

Last text sent:

“It’s okay.”

[farmboyincarnate]

☎ for yang!

Name:

Miss Fire Fists

Ringtone:

“Hello there!”

Picture:

Yang’s flaming fist headed for the camera. When Ruby learned Yang’s name in Oscar’s scroll, she nearly sacrificed her aura for that picture.

Last text received:

“You’re a Xiao Long way from home, farmboy” 

Last text sent:

“Please, stop.”

[becomestorm]

interrogation tactics had never been ren’s strong suit. a threatening and merciless work ethic would never compensate for a lack of dramatic flair, or a propensity to strike fear into the heart of one’s victim. this wasn’t the target, but his decoy and a resilient one at that. ren might have found it admirable if it wasn’t so irritating. when mercury happened upon the scene he’d find the dragon leant up against the wall, casual almost while their knife spun in dextrous hand. the decoy tied to the chair was surrounded by two bodies, bleeding out from almost surgical slits clean across their necks. some bodyguards they’d been. while the hémù clan assassin didn’t say anything they raised their eyebrow, conveying in the most sarcastic way one could without talking   ;   “   no, please. it’s not like i have anything better to do than waste my time waiting for you to arrive.   ”   @exspirat   /   semi - plotted.

[panacaeus]

@exspirat​ asked:  ❝ that’s on you. that’s your fault. ❞ || yang, for raven !

things that are hard to hear | (accepting)

          🥀 // “i’ve had enough of your lectures, yang,” maiden growls at her daughter through gritted teeth, defensive and combating her guilt and sadness with anger, as usual, “you don’t know what i’ve been through! your father doesn’t know what i’ve been through--no one does! all the choices i’ve made are my own, and i made them to survive. i refuse to apologize for that--not even to you.”

[farmboyincarnate]

☎ nora!

Name:

Thunder Queen

Ringtone:

“Thunder” by Imagine Dragons

Picture:

Nora with a pancake hanging from her mouth.

Last text received:

“LITTLE CUTE BOY OZ! GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE! BREAKFAST!”

Last text sent:

“Coming, coming, no need to yell as you type your text.”