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ᴛʏʀɪᴀɴ ᴄᴀʟʟᴏᴡs | (18+) (ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ) (sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ)

[lotusesque]

IM CRYING GUYS LOOK AT WHAT @remnantelmm​ DID FOR MY BIRTHDAY

i really really love this, i’m so thankful for the time and energy they put into making a great present for me :sob:

i’m putting this on all three blogs don’t @ me

[remnantelmm-a]

So when attempting to draw these two didn’t work, I decided to make a photoshop edit instead. It was an attempt since I haven’t made an edit in a while, but I’d say I’m proud of it.

Also, I finished their playlist finally.

(Playlist under the cut - thanks to @venenatus for some of the songs ^-^)

Keep reading

[venenatus]

i’m STOKED i know it’s been a minute but i’m STOKED

[musingmeme-blog]

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

[venenatus]

qrow

A roll of crimson hues, the erratic laughter was an annoyance at best. Qrow stood there, Harbinger in hand as he watched him wind down from his laughter to simple giggles that sounded innocent, but Qrow knew they were far from that. Those giggles were maniacal, fitting for the mad faunus before him. As such, with his comment about the threat did make the huntsman more aggravated.

“You’re pushing me to the edge, Callows, but believe me, I ain’t teasing at all… and those giggles aren’t innocent either, you bastard.”

     A hand pressed to his chest in feigned hurt, and the scorpion closed his eyes. “Oh, Qrow, you burn me!” Tyrian’s theatrics were absolutely for show, and he glanced up at Qrow with a sly grin. “It feels like just yesterday you were on my side of things, hm?” It was evident that he was holding back another fit of giggles, and he held his arms out invitingly.

“We worked effortlessly as a team, wouldn’t you say? I mean, we practically danced with one another. Your footwork could have been better, but that’s what I was there for!”

[venenatus]

if i may bring back 2014 lingo,

UNF

[venenatus]

       𝕥𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕤 | 𝟙𝟠+ | 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 | 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖

[venenatus]

@red-the-rose​

this is by far the best thing anyone’s ever said on one of my promos holy shit,, d e l e t e  t h e m

[venenatus]

       𝕥𝕪𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕤 | 𝟙𝟠+ | 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 | 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖

[venenatus]

arthur

    arthur laughs as he picks up tyrian’s wounded tail, his touch gentle in comparison to his words. “while i have my grievances with cinder returning defeated, it was only in the barest of senses.” he says. he carefully begins to apply the anesthetic, shaking his head at the jagged cut along tyrian’s carapace. “her mission was a roaring success. beacon falls, the relic is untouched and easy to access, the school overrun by grimm to ensure no one can exist there again, and she kills ozpin and sends him to a far weaker state.”

    he counts enough time for the numbing agent to take effect and picks up his forceps to start pulling the worst of the debris from tyrian’s tail. twigs and small rocks and leaves with sharp edges. “cinder earned her arm. you, however…”

    he pinches a bit of tender flesh with the forceps, just hard enough to hurt through the slowly strengthening anesthetic and grins. “you fell prey to a group of adolescent children and a drunken coward who could hardly  s e e   s t r a i g h t . ”

    he drops his forceps into a cup of antiseptic and picks up the gauze to start patting dry and wrapping the wound. “i’ll cap it once i’m sure there’s no long-term damage to your spine.” he says. “then i’ll start on the blueprints for your tail.”

     Shame.

He figured that was the best term for what the doctor’s words made him feel, and he turned his face away from Arthur in favor of staring blankly at the far wall. He was right, Tyrian knew he was right. It did not, however, stop the sting in his chest at the thought that Cinder was favored over him in Salem’s eyes. 

The sharp pinch of the forceps against the inflamed flesh of his tail pulled a sharp gasp from Tyrian’s throat, and instinctively he pulled one leg up as if to kneel. He’d almost ripped his tail away from Arthur’s grasp in the process, but he bit down on his tongue to steady himself and keep the pain of sudden movement at bay. As much as he wanted to snap at Watts for the cruel treatment, he knew arguing with the person in charge of his medical treatment wasn’t the best idea right now.

“Are we finished here?” he asked, once his tail was wrapped completely. More than anything he wanted to be alone right now, and the doctor’s presence wasn’t exactly comforting after the events of the day. A modicum of hesitation passed over the scorpion before he turned to look at Arthur. Begging was never his thing. “I’m going to need more pain medication to get me by.”

[rpmemestbh]

50 oddly specific headcanon asks.

Send me a number! (some slightly nsfw) || specify muse if needed

How does your muse feel about seafood?

What is their favorite piece of technology?

When did they lose their virginity?

Was their anything their parents pushed them to do? (e.g. sports, theatre, band)

Describe your muse’s worst nightmare.

What is a deal-breaker when it comes to dating someone?

What was the most embarrassing moment in your muse’s life?

What keeps your muse up at night?

What chronic illnesses does your muse have, if any?

Does your muse get carsick?

Does your muse wear glasses/contacts?

What are some warning signs that your muse is getting depressed? 

What is your muse’s favorite candy?

Does your muse have a “victory song” and if so, what is it?

Who do they tend to bicker with the most?

Has your muse ever been hospitalized or institutionalized? 

Does your muse pray, whether it be to a god or some other force?

Has your muse ever lived in poverty?

Do they have any distinct voice mannerisms? (e.g. saying ‘like’ or ‘um’ a lot, stutters) 

Where are your muse’s ancestors from? Do they keep any of their traditions?

When did your muse learn about sex?

What is your muse most thankful for?

What shoe size is your muse?

Does your muse hate their middle name? \ What is it?

How many hours a day do they spend on the internet/watching TV?

Does your muse have any trophies?

If your muse was given the opportunity to go sky diving, would they?

What is the most common lie your muse tells themselves?

Has your muse ever had a pet? If so, what type?

Who was your muse’s first kiss?

What is your muse’s first memory?

How does your muse feel about crocs?

What are your muse’s biggest pet peeves?

What was your muse’s happiest birthday?

Does your muse cross their legs/ankles when they sit?

What simple task is your muse surprisingly bad at?

Did your muse ever own a Tamagatchi?

What was your muses’s first job?

Does your muse usually go for truth or dare?

Has your muse ever been to a concert?

What is your muse’s favorite holiday?

Does your muse reply to scary chain emails/messages?

Describe the first person your muse remembers losing.

Would your muse ever roleplay?

What is your muse’s Hogwarts house?

What is your muse’s first thought upon waking up?

Name a song your muse can sing every word to. 

Who would your muse sacrifice themselves for, if anybody?

How long is your muse’s penis? || What bra size is your muse?

If your muse could rid the world of one thing, what would it be?

[venenatus]

arthur

    arthur makes his way to the counter nearby, replacing his leather gloves with nitrile and hanging a mask around his neck in case he might need it. he procures the key from his pocket and unlocks the medicine cabinet, idly rummaging through what he finds. “any bed will do, tyrian. how often have we been through this same song and dance?” he asks.

    he settles on a few rather large doses of acetaminophen to start, but prepares a syringe of morphine just in case the pain serves to be greater than he first thought. he also finds topical anesthetic for the stunted end of tyrian’s tail. he sets up his medical tray with the chosen medications, a small cup of water, forceps, a receptacle for the debris he intends to remove, a scalpel, a roll of gauze, and a suture needle and thread. he stands next to the chosen bed and hands tyrian the pills and the water.

         “this should ease any of the surface pain in your spine for now.” he explains.“i’ll use a numbing agent on your tail before i get started. if the pain in your spine gets worse, i have morphine prepared. are you ready?”

     Watchful eyes followed Arthur as he made his way to the cabinet, and Tyrian nodded to himself. Watts was right, this wasn’t the first time they’d been here before and it certainly would not be the last. Picking the bed closest to the cabinet, which he figured would be easiest for the doctor, Tyrian perched himself carefully on the edge of the cot. The position made his spine ache, but it was dull enough to endure for the time being.

Eagerly accepting the pain medication, the scorpion tossed the pills back and drank every drop of water he was provided. Admittedly, he had hoped for something intravenous so that he didn’t have to wait for effects, but he would take whatever he could get at this point. Glancing up at Arthur cautiously, Tyrian nodded his head once, and moved himself to lay down on his stomach. Though his tail was still curled up to his side, he stretched his body out fully for the first time since the incident. A hiss of pain fell from between clenched teeth.

“Cinder gets an arm straight from our goddess, and I...”

[venenatus]

autism mood of the day: hyperfixate on one thread and put everything else in your drafts i promise i’m not trying to ignore anyone i absolutely will get to these things but my brain is not working with me rn i apologize

[venenatus]

hey rp gods, do me a solid and give me a jaune to royally fuck up

[venenatus]

arthur

         “i know about your spine.” arthur spits, cutting tyrian off with a biting tone. “if you made it this far on foot, then you’re hardly in any danger of paralysis. besides, it’s your own fault for lying there on the floor and exacerbating it further.” he skips steps on the spiral staircase leading further and further upward, keeping himself far ahead of tyrian’s pace.

         “when we get to the medbay, clothes off and face-down on one of the beds.”he orders. “i need to make sure everything is in order and you don’t have any broken bones. that will paralyze you.” he rolls his eyes. “and then you’re going to explain to me why i have to sit there and pull forest debris out of your flesh.”

     A pitiful look crossed the scorpion’s face. He knew paralysis wasn’t an issue, but he also knew that Arthur wasn’t exactly going to be gentle. The doctor’s bedside manner had much room for improvement. Struggling to keep up with Arthur’s brisk pace, Tyrian’s features contorted with pain. “Slow down-!” He knew it was no use, but the pain coursing through his body was driving him mad.

When they arrived at the medbay, Tyrian far behind Arthur, the faunus hobbled inside the doorway and glanced around. His gaze caught on the locked medicine cabinet nearby, and for a moment he considered clawing at his partner for the key. One deep breath later, he curled slender fingers around the belt that crossed his body and began to remove it. Slowly, carefully, he removed his clothing, doing his best to avoid moving his tail too much. Standing now in his underwear, he looked over at the small array of beds, and he began to wring his hands together.

“Where do you want me?”

[venenatus]

@atlasci​ || from here

         “pathetic.” arthur stands above tyrian in the arena, his figure blocking out the light from the moon above and casting the hunter in shadow. his eyes glow just slightly in the dim light. he sneers. “bested by a  c h i l d  the same as cinder.” his gaze moves to the stunted tail sat curled behind tyrian, still bleeding and certainly painful.

    he rolls his eyes and pushes past tyrian, harshly grabbing him by the shoulder to pick him up off his feet. “stop throwing your tantrum. you managed to make it all the way here, you can walk to the medbay.” he hisses. “had i known this damned little girl was going to cause so many problems, i would have been on my knees to salem asking her to send me instead.”

      he scoffs as he starts up the stairs. “she wants a new tail for you. how lucky you are.” he mutters. “do try to keep up. i’m sure you’re  d y i n g  for pain medication at the moment and you and i both know you can’t break the lock i have on the cabinet.”

     A low, broken whine left Tyrian’s parted lips as the doctor grasped onto his shoulder, and it was followed by a hiss of pain as he was forced into a standing position. Still hunched over on himself, the scorpion kept his tail close to his body to avoid any further trauma coming to its bleeding end. The pain of the brutal amputation managed to crawl up his spine and to the base of his neck, and every unnecessary movement felt like knives in his back.

Ashamed and exhausted, Tyrian kept quiet in response to Arthur’s irritated commentary. He already knew it was pathetic to have come back empty handed, to have been maimed by nothing more than a child. He was supposed to be better than that. Despite everything, Arthur was right—Tyrian was desperate for some sort of relief from the pain.

Every step was hell, but he scampered on behind Watts while biting down hard on his tongue. “Arthur,” he whispered, fearful his voice would waver if he spoke aloud. “Just be careful, my spine-”

[feverdreamsuggestion]

The trail of bodies is thick behind you, the blood on your hands is black… You wake up in darkness. It’s cold.

[feverdreamsuggestion]

you’re bleeding out in a field on a summer day, you lose consciousness as the sun sets.