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We’ve finally gotten the new blog up and running! Charmed Glass has officially come to it’s end. I will be archiving this from here, however, you may still find me and Glacier ( and Reed! ) Over here https://starfallandsilver.tumblr.com/
I do hope to see you all there, and new friends as well!
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We’ve finally gotten the new blog up and running! Charmed Glass has officially come to it’s end. I will be archiving this from here, however, you may still find me and Glacier ( and Reed! ) Over here https://starfallandsilver.tumblr.com/
I do hope to see you all there, and new friends as well!
#rwby rp promo#self promo#rwby rp#Mun Chatter#PSA#I legit cried a lil#the new blog is gorgeous and organized#and shows the fruits of love in tending to these ocs and muses#while I'm not deleting this blof#archiving it is still#so sad#good memories#charmedglass will forever have a place with me#I hope to see you all over at starfallandsilver!
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- blog made~ just gotta move headcanons over and pin things proper! I will carry over plotted threads that existed prior! I'll drop it once it's ready for use!
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- Debate. Should I just do a blog turn over and focus on Team Glacier? I've been considering revamping on a new blog entirely for a while, but I'm curious who might be interested? ( Glacier consists of Avros, Glacia, Aycan and Cymbeline. )
There will also be a Reed, not abandoning the bby~
#mun chatter#ive tried to keep this blog neat and tidy#but i failed somewhere along the way#so maybe a revamp is in order?
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He hates that he understands why the General is being teased regarding the Sir comment. Now he can’t get the image out of his head. Oh dear.
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Headcanon For the Lucky Cricket!
Reed was raised by three people, who all spoke and acted in different ways. He’s passionate like his Mum, Reserved like his Father, and quick on the draw like his Pops. That much is a given, but when it comes to speech patterns, he’s a bit of a mix between all three of them.
Sometimes, he speaks and gets so excited that he loses his filter. He won’t hold back on the compliments as their owed, he adds more emotion to his tones, inflections. Something he learned around his Mum. With his Father, he sometimes gives pause, but doesn’t stutter no. He just thinks a lot about what he’s saying, unless he becomes excited or angry, nervous. Then he slows down, the words patient.
With his Pops, it’s easy to fall into that manner of speaking, rushed with no reason to finish the full words to get the point across. This comes along more in the heat of the moment, either with a dangerous situation, or even anger. Yet not always, sometimes blending in with excitement, which is sometimes a blur of words cut short as he puts in so much emotion it’s like a completely different person.
Of course, Reed tends to fall more into his reserved speaking than any other way, but there are other habits he may slip into sometimes.
tagging because parents to Reed!: @hopeandharmonizing, @flightofaqrow
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Pamper 2 Reed
pamper my muse!: No Longer accepting
2. wash hair.
Reed is quiet, as often as he was, contemplating the next course of action. He had been working on this sketch for a little while, he wasn't the best with a pencil. But he wanted to re-capture what it was he found at those ruins, regardless if he could just snap a picture with his scroll.
The image was there, the lighting low and dim. Cricket wanted to add this to a personal journal of his, camera to drawing. Felt more personal, real to him. He's broken from his harsh glaring at the paper, when his Pop's ruffles a hand into the top of his hair.
"Whatcha doin' there kiddo?"
Really, Reed couldn't not talk about it, 'specially once Qrow settles across him, eying the paper and pencil with a curious look. So, Reed tells him.
"Well, I just, want to draw this." A gesture from his hand, over the papers, some scrapped some simply a work in progress. The picture seems to be mocking him now.
"I, I want to make a handmade journal, about where I travel." It felt personal, it was personal. But there was no reason to hide this passion project from his Papa.
"Maybe a break will get ya back on your feet. C'mon." Which translated to, you've probably been in here for hours, come back to it later. Something Mum always stressed when a project became frustrating or did not progress from a certain point
"Coming!"
Which, it wasn't like Mum wasn't wrong. Already felt a little better getting out of the room, no longer cramped with angles and sharp edges of the pages. When he meets Papa outside however, he's surprised to find a bowl of hot water behind a chair, set up in what seemed to be haste.
Now he was curious. Wasn't this just a break? Like a walk?
"Sit down." Which, Reed won't say no now. Finds himself relaxing as his Pops removes the tie from his hair, lets it come tumbling down his back and gently combed through.
It's peaceful, and when prompted to let his head fall back, Reed does so, finding they didn't really need to talk. It was just, nice, and pride, with a touch of embarrassment, bloomed in his throat when he saw Qrow using his own soaps. The liquid shampoos had been a progress, and took so long he didn't bother to sell them like the soap bars.
But his Papa acknowledged the efforts in making them, and even still used them when Reed made a small batch for his family.
Hair is wrung dry, and combed through once more, gently woven into a semi-loose braid.
"There we go. Better?"
It was, and he spins in place, laughter in his throat. It really was the simple things, he felt so much lighter, being allowed to feel, to let it go.
"We, we should clean up so Mum and Father don't need to." But before that much, he barrels in for a hug, tight and quick before moving to clean.
"Thanks pops."
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It’s not uncommon, the hand gripping his forearm with a sharp, unyielding grasp. The stranger stares him down, wicked smirk curling his lips into an ugly sneer. A reminder why Avros never performed in these places anymore, personal space, boundaries, never respected. Normally, Black Swan would flinch, shy away.
Quiet, in all that he was. Try to de-escalate the situation. But such wasn’t the case here, an eerie calm sweeping him over head to toe, as he yanks his arm back with force expected from his Huntsman title.
“We’re done here.”
Of course, it wouldn’t be so simple, much as he wished it to be. The differences between a Huntsman and Drunken, or idiotic, civilian, were vast. He couldn’t hurt them with accidental strength. ‘Restraint. Breathe. Leave.’ A manta on repeat, leaving the lonesome tavern at his back.
The mantra shatters, when a hand roughly curls around a wing’s base, where skin met feathers. Panic, anger, it overwhelms his mind, and he yanks away, wings blowing the unwanted man into a wall. Ugly snarl rips from the depths of his throat, rough from his former melody.
“Don’t you ever-!” Silence, as the offender lay crumpled against the wall. The anger, swift and unyielding, drains away in a singular beat of his heart.
“Fuck.” He drags a hand through his hair, looking around for anyone who may have seen. He needed to get the man, disrespectful thing, to his home now. That was his responsibility, but then, so was it his responsibility to return him to the barkeeper. This was their ally, not his.
Yet, he felt guilty. Should’ve known a simple rebuttal wasn’t enough sometimes.
#open starter#Muse: Avros#Muse: On Black Wings#in which Avros has a small performance at a bar#that doesn't go as planned when he leaves
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/ Ahhh, I’m so sorry I keep disappearing! New job demands a lot of hours! But I’m still here! Working on things is slow, but its going! I hope you’re all doing good!
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Send my muse kisses you want to give them!
✚ for a kiss on a wound.
♕ for a kiss of swearing fealty.
✿ for a sweet kiss on the cheek.
♠ for a kiss that leaves a mark on the skin.
♆ for a kiss where there is a pulse.
ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you.
ღ for a kiss filled with passion and need.
† for a kiss to say good bye forever.
✄ for hateful kiss – gonna make you feel the scorn okay?!
☂ for a kiss in the rain.
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which rage language are you?
step back
usually, you're able to bottle up your emotions and ignore the frustrations. but, after weeks of shoving everything down, your body needs a release, and I pity the poor person who managed to piss you off. it's screaming crying, shouting, kicking lockers, whatever you can do to get it out of your system. it's a whole jean grey moment, fire and fury blasting out of you.
tagged by: stole it~
tagging: steal it~
#Headcanon#Headcanons#headcanon for the black swan#Muse: Avros#Muse: On Black Wings#you know#thats fair
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Send my muse kisses you want to give them!
✚ for a kiss on a wound.
♕ for a kiss of swearing fealty.
✿ for a sweet kiss on the cheek.
♠ for a kiss that leaves a mark on the skin.
♆ for a kiss where there is a pulse.
ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you.
ღ for a kiss filled with passion and need.
† for a kiss to say good bye forever.
✄ for hateful kiss – gonna make you feel the scorn okay?!
☂ for a kiss in the rain.
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Send in “kabedon” to pin my muse against the wall.
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Pamper 12 Avros (hopeandharmonizing)
shave facial hair with a straight razor.
He doesn't know the sudden curiosity sprung about by Briar, doesn't understand her enthusiasm. But when mentioning he needed to shave off some of the stubble beginnings to sprout along his face, marigold eyes practically light up, like twin beacons.
"Won't you let me do it?"
How could he possibly deny her when she's looking upon him in such a way? Eyes so bright, even had she not her tail, he could see the excitement in the slightest wiggle of shoulders, drumming of fingers across her arm.
"I, don't suppose why not." If possible, her expression lights up even further, as she grabs at his hand to tug him into their bathroom. She digs through the shelves, before proudly displaying shaving cream, and a finely kept razor, to which he can not help but notice, is silver.
"Sit, and be still for me."
Love pours from her in every action, every word, and he is helpless to deny her. Seats himself where she wanted, and waits patiently, as she applies the shave cream along his face. It paints his jawline, follows to where the stubble ends. He's never hand someone else do this, finds it strange in some wholesome way, domestic and at ease. Avros won't lie however, braces himself for any possible nicks that may follow.
Yet, they never come. The blade cleanly sweeps over his skin, with Briar humming some melody as she works, putting him at ease once more.
"Done~" A chipper, upbeat tone as she-wolf beckons for him to open his eyes. As promised, face is clean shaven, without a single lick of blood.
A crooked smile is his gift to her, loops his arm around her waist and nuzzles into her hair, kissing her only moments after.
"You did, really g-good."
#hopeandharmonizing#Muse: Avros#Muse: On Black Wings#Song to Song Beat to Beat Destruction Reaps: Calamitous Harmony
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Pamper 17 Avros
give shoulder massage.
The man could touch his shoulders, his back, the base of his wings. He could touch those places a thousand times, and yet, the Black Swan still freezes. A moment of realization upon familiar hands, and yet, he still remains frozen, thawing ever so slowly.
"C'mere."
His voice is deceptively quiet, all too aware of Avros's penchant for fleeing even the gentlest of touches. Avros hates himself for that, knowing such actions wound Qrow and Briar both. But he can not help it, and instead, focuses on thawing. To release the tension wound in his shoulders, to let himself be led to the bed. Wings coaxed patiently to unfurl from their tight constrictions, teased to splay and spill over the bed's edges.
Perhaps it is simply because of this, of letting go of frozen reaction, that drives them to do this when they are able. Calloused hands sweeping delicately over scarred flesh around delicate muscle.
It takes a moment, a heartbeats passing of time, before those same hands ever so slowly work away the freeze. Qrow releases Avros from those chains, with far kinder hands than anyone would expect from him.
But Avros knows, the softest of sighs releasing in exhaled breath. Relax. He does not know how he could ever repay this man. Nor if he truly wants to think of it as a debt to be repaid, because in that, Avros would need to let him go.
It's funny, how such a tender moment, raw, exposed, it leads him to that conclusion. To be selfish. Turns in place and captures Qrow's mouth against his own, pins him there and not only does he thaw, he drowns.
He would drown, every single night, to be with them.
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{ I hate to say it, but I probably need to put my blog on a semi-hiatus, there’s a lot going on, and when I try to divide my time up evenly everywhere, it ends up with me not getting any sleep. So I’ll try to be on when I can, I’m really sorry. }
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- Sorry for vanishing dudes! Had a couple of ER visits these past two weeks. Good news though! I should be able to see a specialist about the issue! Bad news is monies. But it good~ Hope you’re all doing well!
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