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"Would you rather burn your favorite book, or let someone you hate hug you." (( forgottensnowflake ))
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"I would burn my favorite book... I can always just get another copy... but i might not survive if I let someone I hate hug me.... because most of them kinda want me gone."
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Wallflowers (Closed with forgottensnowflake)
Once they’d gotten to Atlas, everyone had a basic idea of what they needed to do, namely get the Relic to General Ironwood and seek to prepare for the likely onslaught that was in the making. There was just one itsy, bitsy problem: it was nearly impossible to get in contact with the General and considering the only ‘adults’ of the group were a man who’d played far too many pranks on the Atlas military to be welcome anywhere near them and an ancient spirit stuck in the body of a 14 year old they couldn’t exactly walk in and demand an audience with him. The only one among them that might have been able to get in contact with him was Weiss, and she was in no way looking to broadcast her presence to the Atlas elite.
Thus, a new plan was needed, and while Weiss wanted nothing to do with it herself, she was able to provide them with the crucial info that Ironwood typically made a token appearance at most parties or fundraisers held by the upper level. Furthermore, she happened to know that the Schnee Dust Company was celebrating the anniversary of its conception within the next week. One could simply not pass up on such convenient timing, so even though none of the members of their little ensemble knew the first thing about attending such events (except the person that wouldn’t be going) they all scrambled to get ready to the best of their ability.
Looking back on the past week or so Oscar could barely believe where he was now; directly to the right of one of the pillars lining the back wall as he watched a couple hundred people pretending to be interested in each other.
He was in a suit (Weiss had made it clear that such would be compulsory if they didn’t want to be turned away at the door fake invitations or not) and was, for once, leaning on Ozpin’s cane which he’d been instructed to keep with him to tip off Ironwood when he came. Seeing as weapons were not allowed for regular guests, he couldn’t just have it retracted and stowed away and so instead he was forced to just fidget with it and try to act inconspicuous.
It really didn’t help that they were only an hour into what would likely be at least a six-hour event and he’d already caught no less than eleven people shooting furtive glances at his highly noticeable ears, muttering to each other as they passed by as if he were both blind and deaf to their derision. His patience had long waned and it was only with multiple reminders from Ozpin that out of everyone he needed to be here the most to see Ironwood that he hadn’t just left. Of course, the General had yet to show up and that fact was making Oscar doubt this plan more with each passing minute. Either way, he needed an out, in the very least a temporary reprieve so for the first time that evening he left his little alcove and headed towards the open doors leading out to the balcony. Fresh air would do him some good, not to mention he could probably grumble at Ozpin in relative peace there.
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"Whitley, you don't have to be rich or be a ruler to have a harem.... that's just one of the meanings.... It's like an open relationship."
🐧 (( forgottensnowflake )) (for Oscar)
first one to put a 🐧 will be e married to my muse for 4 days.
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‘‘O-Oh umm o-o-okay, i guess we are married now….’‘
“ Why can't I do this? ” (( forgottensnowflake))
5 word sentence prompts - accepting
"Because you're not trying." Weiss snapped. There was a hint of irritation laced in her voice. It's not worth it. Weiss thought, pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes, taking a deep breath. "We've been at this for hours and we're not getting anywhere. How about a break?" She tried for a smile but it didn't quite reach her eyes. They had a lot of work ahead of them but she was beginning to feel the tension in the room.
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“Plot:” + our muses interact as kids right around the time whitley is talking to the new faunas butler and going outside the mansion a lot either alone or with the butler (( forgottensnowflake)) ((the butler is an oc who i have made that is sort of important also tumblr won't let me send dms for some reason >>; ))
Send plot: & describe it & I'll rate it - accepting
fuck no || not really interested || huh?? || give me more details… || sure why not || OMFG YES
I know we talked about this in that initial post but I'd be down for something like this. I don't typically explore muses when they're children, just because I don't really get to. but I'd be down.
As for why tumblr won't let you send dms, it could be because you're a side blog? I know side blogs are very limited in what they can do? I'm honestly surprised that they haven't fixed them to where they have the same abilities as a regular blog, especially considering how many people use them? but if you dm me on your main blog, I will be totally okay with that!
“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.” ((forgottensnowflake ))
hurt & comfort prompts - accepting
Hues of blue ablaze with anger and perhaps a bit of hesitation (the former heiress kept her composure as calm as she could, but those words hurt. Something she expected her father to say, not her brother). She really didn't like his tone and he really needed to work on his attitude. "Whitley...." A warning hitched in her tone as slender digits dug into the side of her combat skirt.
She should of known though that he would of shied away from her. She'd left him alone with their parents when she went off to Beacon. They were never close but a part of her wishes she hadn't left him. But the former heiress is making up for lost times, she's not going to abandon him. Not anymore.
"Why won't you let me help you? This would of gone a lot smoother if you had just listen to me in the first place." It was his own fault he got hurt, had he listened to his older sister in the first place, none of this would have happened.
Look, I'm okay! I've pulled all nighters before. (( forgottensnowflake ))
Lack of sleep sentence starters | accepting
Disbelief crossed over her features at her younger brother, as she shifted her weight so she was leaning more on one leg. She wasn't sure if she believed him but he seemed adamant that he was fine. There was something different about him though, something that Weiss had picked up on when she first came home. "No, you haven't." It was a matter-of-fact response but then again, things have changed since she's been home....Whitley has changed. Even she's changed.
