sacrosanct.

nine   /   they pronouns   /   twenty five   /   aest   /   est. twenty fifteen   /   occasional scribbler

hi !   this is an indie rp account for a fairly headcanon driven ren from rw/by. i’m semi selective, but prioritise mutuals. oc   /   multi   /   crossover friendly. low to sporadic activity. this is also the hub account for the multimuse @volarent. feel free to drop by and say hi if you wanna start some interaction.

guidelines.

canon divergencies.

dossier.

permanent starter call.   (   tba.   )

thread tracker.

rp status   :   sporadic. twt + discord   :   mutuals feel free to request. art tag   :   here ! art below   :   comm’d from @omenjpg​.

hey, so — new volume season always has my muses plummeting to an all time low. it’s weird, huh ? most people tend to reinvigorate their muses during this time, but mine go right to sleep. new episodes make me anxious, the energy is just too much, etc. etc. anyway, i’m going to put most of my rw/by muses on extremely low activity, basically a hiatus.

it’s not that i don’t want to write them, i most definitely do, but i learned after last season not to let any narrative decisions i don’t like affect me too much. so while i will be popping on to check what’s happening or to do a reply or two ( most likely on jaune or fox, maybe ) i will be spending more time on blogs in different fandoms.

if you’d like to know the urls, then feel free to let me know, but as a word of caution i most likely won’t be following rw/by blogs back until the volume is done.

@wovenpetal​​ asked     /     ‘ren! hold on a second!’ ruby taps the other on the shoulder. fidgeting a small bit with her gaze. ‘ uh— so i was just telling you guys to stay safe. take—‘ she clears her throat, rolling her eyes dreading the next words to leave her mouth. ‘ keep— oscar.. keep him safe, alright? ’     /     inbox call.   

you know i can’t do that.

pink. ren had nightmares about the colour. the memory of the never ending pink corridor and the assailant with nora’s face. ren had been able to hear oscar’s ragged breath behind them and couldn’t focus on anything but the fact that they weren’t ready, they weren’t really a huntsman, it was all too much and ren was too weak and other people had paid for it. in a moment of weakness, ren’s true feelings had lashed out at the worst opportunity, and oscar had taken on that burden as his own. he’d run. he’d gone off on his own and they’d just barely been able to find him once more.

that had been ren’s fault.

because they couldn’t follow orders. for the entirety of their time in atlas, whenever ren had voiced their opinions, they’d been shut down and told to be quiet. by their teammates no less ... they weren’t ... they weren’t cut out for this protecting business. how ruby could still have any faith in them after they’d failed so many times, ren didn’t understand, but it made them hurt. it made them look up from their crossed arms with eyes that had once been downcast, visions that had been drenched in the wretched colour dying down upon the comforting sight of ruby’s steady silver.

eyes cast briefly to oscar, positioned between the protective stances of both jaune and yang with a quiet, resigned sigh. it was nice to believe in something. maybe if they kept trying they could come to believe in ruby’s hope in the same way someday. maybe they could be the protector they’d always wanted to be.

‘   i’ll try.   ’

nicknames:   nine, but i also respond to things like bastard, menace, hooligan, etc. zodiac:   leo sun   /   aries moon   /   capricorn rising. height:   ≈ 170cm last thing i googled:   bog mummies   ... song stuck in my head:   the arknights title song. number of followers:   ≈ 200 amount of sleep:   six hours average maybe. lucky number:   eight. favourite song:   eden — wake up   /   and this is my favourite album !!   crywolf — cataclasm. favourite instrument:   the violin or the harmonica. dream job:   wip. aesthetic:   cramming three cryptids into a trenchcoat. favourite author:   rupi kaur. favourite animal noises:   the little prmpt sound when cats hop down from things, like if you agree. random fact:   before this pandemic shit went down, i used to geocache with my friends a lot. we’ve found bullets, $40, a stash of someone’s teeth, an arrow head, and a furby that someone had clearly tried to torch.

unscripted ask     /     always acc.