Let us all make a promise to Monty.

Even in our deepest, darkest times of our lives, where we feel that life is terrible, that we cannot carry on any further…

That we do. Because even if it feels like you’ve hit a dead end, like you’ve lost your way, like you feel unloved and hated and you are treated awfully, just remember something.

You are never alone.

Our promise, the whole family of Rooster Teeth, should be that, no matter what, we will continue forward, and fight the good fight. For yourselves, for you friends, your families, everybody.

Especially for our inspiration and our friend, Monty Oum.

            — “I’ve been standing behind you this whole time.”                   A soft chuckle came from the female, as well as a slight smirk that seemed to slowly become a grin.

"T-the WHOLE time?! That's... not nice!" And impressive, even though he didn't want to admit it. He was proud of his hearing. The fact that she was amused by all this didn't help him calm down from his near heart attack.

            — “That is not the proper use of a weapon.”

"Oh dust where did you come from?!"   ——He didn't really expect anyone to catch him trying to scratch something into a wall with a knife he had stolen before.

Send me "Care to join me?" and I'll generate a number and my character will react to yours asking them to join them in...

Mix of fluff, angst, and NSFW.

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Send me, "Empty Pockets," For something my muse caries at all times.

Reblog if you have a Skype. Send me an ask if you want mine.

Send in a ❝❞ ...

…and my muse will tell you one of the following after a random number generation.

MIX OF FLUFF, ANGST, NSFW, LYRICS AS PHRASES, ETC.

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The original post was missing so I just went and found a bunch of sentences and posted them under the cut because of reasons.

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guYS IF WE’RE MUTUALS AND YOUR MUSE RANDOMLY WANTS TO TALK TO MINE, TAG. ME. IN. A. STARTER. I WILL REPLY BECAUSE I LOVE RANDOM STARTERS AND CUTE SHIT AND JUST MY MUSE BEING THROWN IN A SITUATION WHERE THEY’RE LIKE “WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?!?! WHO THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?!?! WHY THE FUCK ARE WE DOING THIS?!?!” BECAUSE ITS THE BEST THING EVER. So yknow yeah. Tag me in shit.

            ❝ Beacon students have a certain smell about them. Being a shark it’s easy for me to distinguish between the stench.  ❞

      She replied, hands clasping her hips, as she tried looking over the boy in the dim light but it was hard. She wasn’t one of those faunus with night vision unfortunately.

              ❝ How is stealing self preservation? ❞

Agelaius’ brows both arched in response to her initial statement, accompanied by a light shade of red covering his cheeks. Just to confirm his suspicion, and perhaps even due to some form of instinct, the thief lifted his right arm and sniffed at his armpit. No smell whatsoever, so… “ Shark… wait, you’re a faunus! That’s amazing!”

“Well…” There wasn’t any reason to hide it, he guessed. “I have that that… itching, in my fingers. I need to steal. I have to.”