#openpost

[knifefanatic]

Don't tell anyone, but I was sneaking around and found hair dye. I think it might be Dabi's......gonna see how long it is until he finds out I snatched it >:3c

[arianahollowrp]

Open Starter - RP

faceclaim: Lėja Navackaitė

Name: Ariana R. Hollow Age: 22 Species: Lycan (werewolf) Occupation: Librarian

Ariana adjusted the black, square-framed glasses perched on her nose and sniffled. The woman's hazel hues were bloodshot, and a bit of mascara had found its way down her cheek. The book shook in her hands, so she had to steady it with her knee. Drawing her leg up onto the ratty looking sofa, she rested the spine of the romance novel on her thigh.

That's when she heard several lethargic knocks on her front door. Now startled from her reverie, the lycan quickly swat a few tears that had made their way down her cheeks. She snapped the book shut and tossed it down onto the coffee table. Her runny nose hindered her ability to smell the stranger at the door. However, she was intelligent enough to deduce who would darken her door at this hour.

The woman pulled tangled locks into a messy bun on top her head and strode towards the doorway. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her cheeks were rosy from the unexpected crying session. Other than that, the woman looked as flawless as usual. In fact, she was often described as having supernatural beauty.

Ariana swung open the door of her home and gaped at the gashes covering her friend's face. "Oh, Jesus Christ," she swore, holding out her arms to catch their swaying body.

[altas-or-icarus-archived]

Sensei...Sensei I’ve done as you’ve asked...

What I will do with this...’tool of induction’...

Nngh...

I guess we’ll find out...

[parvaavem]

He should be used to it by now. Having a slight weaker immune system, he was prone to sickness than others. Yet. There is so much that needs to be accomplished. 

When he has those counting on him. His general. Rest is not an option. 

[arianahollowrp]

A New Beginning

The screeching noise of rubber against asphalt was the only thing to break the silence of the country road other than the crickets and hoots of a nearby owl. White smoke wafted up from the burning rubber as the back two tires slid on the pavement before righting themselves into a straight line once more. Slamming the emergency brake back down with one hand his other hand kept a firm hold on the steering wheel. His left foot depressed the clutched while the right hovered over the gas. He shifted back to fourth gear and rocketed off the corner like a bat out of hell. The only light source in front of him was from the headlights of his car. A sleek, black, 2004 Mazda RX-8 careened down the empty road carrying its distracted driver away from his problems.

That led him here, to this backcountry road with no sign of human life. He had the cornstalks, the moon, and the way beneath him keeping him company while he tried to cool down. The longer he spent out here in new territory, the more he realized he didn't want to go back. He felt...free. He felt like he could breathe again. He felt like if he fucked up or made or mistake, he wasn't going to be disowned for it. He had so much more room. It felt like something had been on his chest for years, and he was unable to take a full breath, but when he sucked in the air coming from his windows, the weight disappeared, and it felt like it contained more oxygen than usual.

After two hours of driving down the winding country roads, he noticed he had slowed down and that, instead of a stoic or angry expression, his face had relaxed into something natural and maybe even reflective. His mind had been working overtime for the past day, so he closed his eyes for a few extra seconds, took a deep breath, then opened them as he blew it out. His muscles (which had been tense and mechanically operating his car) relaxed and started to tremble. He hadn't realized he'd been holding the steering wheel that hard. Dents of his fingers had pressed into the leather, and he flexed his digits to ward off the soreness creeping in.

He pressed a button on his radio, and the soft, soothing sounds of a grand piano started trickling its way through his speakers. He glanced up at the half-moon and leaned back into his seat as Debussy began easing his mind into a relaxed state. He hummed along to the notes and watched as he rounded a soft shoulder and realized that his car seemed to flow with the sound of the piano. When it increased in tempo, so did the car, when it slowed and mellowed, so did the vehicle. A slight smile tilted the edges of his lips up and allowed the song to play on repeat until the sun started to rise, and he noticed a very troublesome thick black smoke pouring out of his exhaust.

[wondyweiss]

Welcome!

Decided I might as well open the blog up formally. Hello! You can call me Bizzy. This blog is for critiquing the more poor aspects of the animated show RWBY by Roosterteeth. All sorts of topics will be covered, from voice acting, to character designs, to representation. If it can be covered, it will be covered.

Another thing I would like to get out of the way is that I in no way hate RWBY or that this is going to be a blog centered around being snarky and rude to the creators or staff. I am in no way going to be making fun of anyone who likes the show.

I love RWBY, but if you can’t be critical about something, can you really appreciate it?

Let’s find out.

[mycatcherblock-blog]

PUES YA QUÉ!

Me causaba mucha curiosidad los primeros días de universitario cuando mis profesores o catedráticos (como gusten llamarlos) preguntaban: ¿porque estudiabas comunicación? el 90% de la clase respondía: “TENGO MUCHO QUE DECIR” .... entonces no necesitas una carrera, necesitas un terapeuta era lo que mi irreverente mente pensaba de inmediato, pero bueno esto que les platico ya hace mas de 8 años.

La verdad es que abrí este espacio para mi, porque siempre he tenido esta mala costumbre de auto revisar mis mermorías ya sean fotográficas o escritas, me dan risa, otra es obligarme también a no enorgullecerme tanto de mi pasado y hacer mas fascinante mi presente y por ultimo es que siempre he creído que moriré joven entonces solo quiere que este espacio siga existiendo después de que pase el turn off.

Por ultimo BIENVENIDOS, ojala les guste a veces solo escribiré por ocio otras por informativo o snob, soy una persona muy visual y muy detallada, pero a la vez estúpidamente distraída, no tengan altas expectativas, hasta pronto. 

CB.

[atlien]

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