#crrw

Outfit swap for Halloween theme.

She laughs.

He’s full of surprises, really. The door clicks shut behind her. She didn’t think he’d have the guts to do something like this, for all that Gryffindor bravado. His parents sent him here years ago because they wanted him to be a proper pureblood, their idea of a picture-perfect heir to match their family reputation. She wonders wryly, stepping closer towards her cousin, if that included standing in the middle of her bedroom late at night.

Team GARD/ CRRW redo! Finished.

Time to crank out backstories for all the characters and weapon design. Though...there are some side characters I would love to draw asap!

Facts and trivia:

Team GARD w/ Paris. (reuploaded ref images and height comparison) Paris Calico (former leader)- Kitty/ Milady de Winter Traumerei Gray- D’ Artagnan Will Animando- Athos Navy Rondo- Porthos Dodger Rondo- Aramis

Paris Calico (2nd year and gone) and Traumerei Gray (1st year). Leader of former CRRW and current leader GARD respectively.

Here is my rwby oc gender ratio..

0 male 4 female: JAKY

1 male 3 female: SNDI, PMRS

2 male 2 female: MDVL, PECH, JAQK, AVLN*, MADN*, EVGN*

3 male 1 female: CRRW, MISK, SOOT

4 male 0 female: GARD, CHRT

Here is my rwby oc gradelevel ratio...

1st year: MDVL, SNDI, JAKY

2nd year: PECH

3rd year: JAQK, MISK, GARD

4th year: SOOT

Graduate: PMRS, CHRT, AVLN*, MADN*, EVGN*

Discontinued due to events: (Paris died) CRRW, (Aomi discontinued) CHRT

*- collaboration

I also have new ocs; however, they are not part of a team. Also, CHRT is new but heck...I'd say I like to make a pretty balanced team over all ayo~~~

@ourpyrrhicvictory​​ / @crrw​​ : ( SURPRISE ) amycus @ emilie  // SEDUCTION ( SELECTIVELY accepting! )

He was sleeping when she finds him and perhaps that is for the best. He almost looks peaceful, sleeping even in the most uncomfortable of positions. Émilie’s eyes only linger briefly on his completely bare chest. Her time in England had been a whirlwind and while she had been thankful that the ministry had appointed her a place to stay (in luxury, she might add) when it was not necessary. She also felt... uneasy. With each passing day and with each moment that she lingers in that house outside of work. She feels something brewing and it has hardly anything to do with the anger that lingers just beneath his skin. Émilie can see it, even now as he breathes deeply that it is waiting just for a trigger. Anything. Her hands remain just over her stomach as she enters the room slowly, her feet so light in the wooden surface that even the wood’s age doesn’t twist under her. 

She knew one thing though: she didn’t particularly wanted to have the conversation as to why she was leaving. Not in this house, not on their terms.

Émilie hoped that there would be an easier way of doing this, but even now knowing this was the right thing for her to do she felt guilty. There is always an affinity that remains and cannot be named; even if it is a scary thing to admit. She must keep in mind, to remember: it is not her duty to heal all wounds, and not all wounds can be healed, regardless of intent. The edge of her fingers touch the tip of his dark hair and he stirs briefly, she hangs in the air, frozen but he remains taken by his sleep. It is not her duty to try to identify all pain, to carry all that weight.