#phantom wolf

[geekgirles]

Personally, I think the reason why Phantom Wolf was such a power move of LOSH 2006 is precisely because, aside from their great chemistry, they milked that Ghost Girl × Werewolf Boy aesthetic for all its worth. I mean, look at them!

They're so Goth Couple Goals *chef's kiss* 🤌🤌🤌

[rwby-prsm]

“My time has come~! Finally, I can perform as I was born to!”

“Good work, babe~! I can’t wait to see you up there!”

“Da, now his role is just as big as his ego.”

“Rudy, are you sure this is a good idea?”

“I will be fine, Persy. Is good outlet. Hecaball is another option, but I can do this.”

“I hope you’re not just doing this to get close to that Marigold girl.”

“Huh? N-no, of course not! Why would you think that? That is ridiculous. She is just... very talented and good to work with. Nothing more.”

“I’m sure the fact she’s pretty doesn’t hurt, either.”

“Aha, is nice bonus~.”

“...”

[rattonoid]

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:p

[nightshine629]

"Ive might have had a few shots" phantomwolf

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS

Tinya, perched on the counter with one leg crossed over the other, surveyed the damage around her. For once, the Legion was fully alive with music and laughter. Her teammates and friends were talking freely with smiles, dancing badly with abandon, and laughing by the tables that held mostly alcoholic beverages and food.

So a rare night of being teens.

Finally.

The thought made her smile and raised the cup to her lips as she watched the others before someone made their presence apparent near her. With a turn of her head, she immediately smiled at her friend. 

But before she would welcome him, he poked her in the thigh with a claw. Tinya looked down at the offending finger before lifting her eyes back at him with a raised brow, only now noticing just how his eyes seemed to be. “Counters...glass...not butts.” he mumbled as he proceeded to poke at her until she swatted him away.

“You mean ‘counters are meant for glasses, not asses’?” she asked with a tilt of her head with a smirk.

Her eyes widened in devilish delight when a giggle escaped him and he smothered any other escape of laugh by pressing his wrist to his mouth. Tinya’s lips quirked and eyed the cup in his hand. 

“Just how drunk are you right now?” Tinya asked as she swirled the small amount in her own cup around.

Brin pointed a claw at her and Tinya leaned forward with the same smug smirk. 

“I am not drunk.” he said before he nearly fell, catching himself at last minute against the counter she was sitting on while she grabbed at his forearm. 

“I’ve might have had a few shots.” Brin admitted as he turned his eyes away. 

Tinya rolled her eyes. Abandoning her cup in the sink, she slipped down off the counter before moving to his side with a smile and a hand on his back. 

“Why don’t we get you some water and get you to bed?” she rubbed the hand in a gentle circle on his back as he mulled it over and agreed. 

Trust in non-political brats not being able to hold their alcohol.

[wishthief]

might as well post this on it’s own