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Flight of a Qrow
Independent qrow branwen from RWBY carrd
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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐀 & 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
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What you gonna do now?
Fly, Phoenix, Fly
[Rules] - [Muses] - [Mun] - [Original Comic]
Final Fantasy || RWBY || Bungo Stray Dogs || 91 Days || Baccano
Attack on Titan|| Naruto || HTTYD || Red Dead || Brand New Animal
Arcane || Pokemon || Elder Scrolls || Conan Exiles || +more
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Unplanned hiatus started bc video games. Continues bc I will be knee deep in study material to try again for specialty certification in my field in March. Muses still roll around in my head in the meantime, and i lurk. Take care all ♡
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"Here, old man." that's it. that's all he says while bringing Qrow a cup of tea.
qrow hears past the sarcasm of the words and feels the affection behind the gesture.
he knows them both exactly too well.
weary fingers wrap around the warmth of a small ceramic cup; moist heat soothes his skin amid the dry scratch of Vacuo, and the heady spices of their type of tea bitters the drink close enough to coffee or bourbon for him to enjoy. he smiles beneath a fond glance in his companion's direction. he has finally given up wasting so much effort over hiding his truer self.
this one has not reached that point yet.
"thanks, young man," qrow nips back through a soft chuckle.
#icerberus#* so yeah there's that = answered *#* we got work to do = ic *#plz let the color work#i wanted to start using it but then never do bc it never ends up in the right place
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Hey there! Welcome to MERCURIALPROMPTS. This is a sideblog and will mainly feature writing prompts, both my own and others I happen to reblog.
I like to collect quotes like a dragon collecting a hoard, so I'm going to finally do something with them.
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Feel free to request prompts from media/songs or for a certain mood as well.
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@inhaunts
"Oh, so this's how i got int'a your house so easy."
#meme response#// i'm CRYING#how many bingos is he allowed#also how many flags bc he got a handful of each color really#and honestly cuddling and boating arent his THING but he would do them if someone else wanted
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Thinking about Jailbirds Halloween: a community job with girlfriend
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ONE MORE STEP
keep it together.
ONE MORE STEP
just keep smiling.
ONE MORE STEP
keep moving forward.
you’ll be okay.
you’ll be okay.
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Qrow Branwen 1:12 Scale Figure
Get him here: https://www.kaizenminis.com/special-figures
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Let me share some ol work in progress
Get him here : www.kaizenminis.com/special-figures
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You see, my eye has seen it all;
My ear has heard and taken notice.
What you know, I know as well;
I fall no lower than you.
independent // semi-selective
rwby multi // written by farran.
#promo.#farran is a gift!! big brain!!#excellent worldbuilding and writing partnerrrr#singlehandedly keeping the life in this rp comm rn too xD
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Raaaaay~ 🙂 how you been? hey, quick question about this thing you wrote ‘ as all of his heroes fall from grace one by one … Clover copped out … ’ 🙂🙂
you’re so c l e v e r and f u n n y 🔫👀
(( im only kidding but seriously made me giggle and awww at the same time. qrowie thinks clovie a hero awww 🥺🥺💚 ))
I live to rub it in, Kay. Please put the [water] gun down.
But he 100% is. Otherwise why would Robyn need to talk him down from putting Clover on that pedestal? He took one look at that man and thought "he's everything I ever wanted to be." until he wasn't.
and then thought "and since i /can't/ be him i might as well be /on/ him."
#answered#* behind closed doors = ooc *#ilu i dont actually mean to make ur life pain but this is what we signed up for#thanks for the love :3c
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is that why he preferred the fairy tales? to make it make sense? he certainly doesn't at times, right now, to qrow, either. but like a good scarecrow, soldier, follower, friend, familiar, huntsman, human, he stands still and listens. he puzzles out whatever secrets Oz deigns to share, and keeps them guarded as always.
too easy of a role not to fall back into when he's denied himself already of so many old ways. too easy for Oz to pull a nostalgic man with him into the past.
sometimes it takes revisiting before one can move forward, anyway. life could be circular like that. focus on some roots before spreading new leaves. qrow's gotten better at grounding himself. his heart pangs anew, digging more depth into his understanding of that rant about being uprooted and torn over and over...
"damn..." a heavy breath hangs in the space between them.
qrow's paradigm pendulums once again, vermillion gaze glazing over as he fades into his own head while his heart sinks. tally another mark to teamwork rather than heroism. the founder of combat schools hadn't even put up his own fight, originally. what a hypocrite.
hero. anything and everything qrow tried to be, but right now he could just about spit on the word, as all of his heroes fall from grace one by one.
Raven ran.
Maria burnt and faded out.
Clover copped out.
Pyrrha and Penny and Ruby died.
Oz had to be saved by Salem.
what next? Summer the turncloak?
wide eyes above a frown stare woefully at the ground, picturing things he wished he couldn't see so clearly, "...ripped out a dude's heart an' y'still went home with her?"
coping with dark humor. it's the Branwen thing to do.
They’re hardly cognizant of whatever Qrow’s doing, only a vague sense of movement around while they grind knuckles into the wall, slow rhythmic turnings of a twanging wrist. “You all saw him,” a hoarse whisper. “…The first king she petitioned to join her, the elderly one.”
Ozma couldn’t remember what they had looked like until Jinn painted their face out of the long-forgotten past, but they’ll never forget those those dark and doleful eyes. And the banner.
“–she—” The word crumbles like sandstone in their throat, leaving a bitter taste. “I knew,” they say, voice terribly small, “that she turned to him, but I-I didn’t—realize how long…”
Salem told the story in uncertain spirals, evasive or confused—they never could tell—trailing off mid-sentence sometimes for minutes of silence before picking up in the middle of an entirely different thread. Hard to stitch the pieces into the correct order. Impossible to darn the holes she left gaping wide. Of course they’d doubted her. Nothing she said made sense.
But Kalev was only two years her elder. If he was an old man when her rebellion began—
“I didn’t fight my way into the fortress,” Ozma says. “Kalev found me. Asked for my help. I entered the court as his vassal. He’s the one who slipped me the keys. Her father caught us; I wasn’t any match for him, he had me on the ground, and Salem—I still, I- I still don’t understand how, but she put her hand in his chest and tore out his heart. To save me. I wasn’t—” Their voice cracks again. “—any kind of hero that night.”
#* a corvid and an open can of worms = etruatcaelum ** ozma *#* we got work to do = ic *#* still got a long way to go = future volumes *#chinhands at ur summer hcs#qrow slowly learning he needs to be his own hero; be the change he want to see; this so tasty; so on theme
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to a depth of frustration and concern which Lia may never understand but qrow can't blame her for - neither of those mockeries were funny to him. yet she said them with a straight face and her whole chest, and totally had him in the first half.
cheeky.
...before the offer of help softens his features and gets the gears in his head turning.
"actually," he rubs fingers over his beard, "i am looking for someone." the thought escapes his lips not fully formed, and trails off to silence. how to explain without giving away too much...?
"Then how about you share with the class." Lia pointed out. Everyone has their secrets she knew that.
"I will blindly charge in to the next large grimm I see." She joked. "Don't worry Qrow I will do my best. Is there anything I can do help. Send messages or contact some people?"
#* simple unreadable or perhaps just unthinkable = the gray maiden *#* we got work to do = ic *#* thank goodness i'm out there risking my life = vol 3+4 *
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nothing better might be a stretch, but nothing that can't wait would be accurate.
ears twitch instinctively at the cry, and the corners of qrow's mouth downturn minutely, unintentionally.
sorry, friend. at least she seems the type to make use of her prey. he just hopes it's not him next time.
"'m a huntsman," he uncrosses his arms to set his hands none-too-subtly on the hilt of Harbinger hanging at his side. two questions answered with one stony voice.
"though i don't see many hunt with a basic bow 'n arrow these days," he praises, in his own way, "real warrior in th' woods y' are."
"oh, i know where th' road is," qrow gruffs and stands as solid as this woman does, neither of their intents nor gazes breaking.
he didn't stop to reassess his bearings, he stopped to gauge hers. and perhaps to let some Misfortune slip against her arrow and spare one of his kind-of kin. a huntsman respects the hunt, but her sustenance could come from a little bunny today instead, perhaps. he rather likes the corvids in this area. (they leave him some of said blackberries.)
alternatively, he gets to watch this warrior looking lady hit her target with nothing but the simplest type of weapon and her skill with it, and that might give him an equal amount of warm fuzzies for the day.
"...don't mind me."
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